Black Canary and Huntress post video clubbing

Dinah blinked. She had been watching a video. She remembered that much, but she couldn’t put her finger on what its contents were. Something about financial assets? Or maybe astronomy? That sounded somewhat close, but at the same time far off base.

It was fine though, she had more important things to focus on. Like thumping her ass to the beat of the nightclub she was in. She and her friend Helena had been having a relaxing nice off for once. Yes, they were both workaholics, but they knew how to have fun too.

She felt a hand slap her ass.

Ass.

Obey the ass.

She turned around to see who was the culprit, and of course it was none other than Helena. She had always had a mischievous side to her, and when they were off duty, it tended to pop up more often.

“Having fun,” the civilian form of Huntress asked her, “because I am.” Her friend reached around and slapped her ass again.

“Helena!”

“Oh stop it. You’re enjoying it as much as I am.” Helena laughed, and Dinah joined in too. She was a bit of slut for ass play. And it wasn’t like they stood out in the crowd. Plenty of others were twerking and clapping cheeks either by themselves or with the help of their femme companions. “We came here to let loose, and you’re definitely not loose enough yet. So why don’t you be a good girl and let me help.”

Dinah wanted to refuse. But… why? She had a thicc ass and her friend’s hand felt so nice on it. And that wasn’t the only thing her friend was promising. Dinah eyed the bulge in her friend’s hotpants. She could see Helena’s femme cock straining against its confines, eager to penetrate some slutbrained piece of meat like herself.

The thought reminded her of something recent. Something to do with an ass. Shaking. Twerking. How she couldn’t breathe with its divine flesh pushed into her face. Shaking. Twerking. How her butt plug vibrated with each agonizing motion.

Obey the ass.

Obey the ass.

“You know what, you’re right,” Dinah agreed.

“I am?” It was rare for Dinah to be so agreeable. Helena usually had to whittle her down a bit more before she agreed to anything more exciting than Sudoku. “I am! Come on, follow me. The floor’s a bit too crowded for what I have in mind.”

Helena took her hand and led her off to the side of the room. She slipped the two of them through a side door and into a hallway that Dinah had never seen before. A few more twists and turns and the two were locked in a private room together. The place was flush with red velvet and silks and very obviously meant for one thing: sex.

As soon as the door was locked, Helena turned to Dinah and pushed her against the wall. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to tap that phat ass of yours ever since I first saw you.” She spun Dinah around and ripped her leather pants and fishnet off. “You want me to believe you’re a superhero but hiding a bubble butt this juicy is criminal.”

Dinah knew her ass was big. She remembered Helena complimenting her planet-sized globes before, and whenever she put on her pants, she had to really squeeze and shimmy to get them around her fat cheeks. She knew they bounced whenever she walked, naturally and without any aid on her part, they were just that elastic. She could smack them and they’d jiggle for a good minute.

So it wasn’t a surprise to her that her friend wanted some of that. She had known of Helena’s desire to stick her equally thick cock in her backside for months now. She had wanted that too. It was why she had commissioned a butt plug vibrator in the shape and color scheme of Huntress’ cock. She had seen the heroine take down a particularly vicious baddie once by fucking her face with it and been enchanted ever since.

Thank the goddess, Helena had finally gotten the picture. If Dinah had been any more obvious, she would have had to strip naked and paint ‘fuck me, Helena’ on her ass.

“Fuck, Dinah,” Helena chewed the bottom of her lip. “I want an ass job.”

“Then take it, stud.”

“I will!” Helena slapped Dinah’s ass again. The civilian form of Black Canary shuddered, which only caused her ass to jiggle even more. She had her eyes in front of her, so she could only wait and not look. She felt Helena’s hands grip each of her ass cheeks, taking as much of them as the Huntress could in each of her hands, and then she felt that cock, that fawking hot cock. It was so big and long and turgid. She needed it between her buns.

It slid in between her ass cheeks, which were so raised above her back and so voluminous that they had no problem molding themselves around it and fully covering it. Dinah groaned as she felt her ass touch every square inch of the cock’s surface. And then she moaned even harder as she felt it push and pull back and forth, slipping through her sweaty buttcheeks.

“Fuck, Dinah. How can your ass globes be so tight. Fuck. I can’t imagine how tight your actual asshole is.”

“Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Dinah smirked, and though Helena couldn’t see it, she could infer from her friend’s tone that something was amiss.

She let loose her Canary Cry. Only it was a much smaller and more localized effect, sending out her metahuman ultrasonic vibrations out through the clapping of her ass cheeks. Once upon a time she had been limited to using it only when she screamed, but that had been a bit liability and villains had begun to target her ability to speak far too often for her liking. So she had trained the rest of her body to emit it as well. Anything that could make noise was fair game.

The vibrations traveled up and down the length of her friend’s femme cock.

“Nnnng,” was all Helena had time to say before she seized up, her face and body locked into a rictus of pleasure.

Dinah didn’t let up. Dinah pounded that cock with everything she had. With her powers and her raw flesh. She needed it and Helena needed her fuckable meat. They were made for each other. They were made to fuck each other.

“Obey the ass,” she said.

“Obey the ass,” Helena’s mouth moved of its own accord.

Dinah had only the brief jerk of her friend’s cock as warning moments before it came, erupting into the ad hoc hole between her globes. Thick ropes of jiscm filled the valley between them like a river in the rainy season. Like her back had been made to be painted white and covered in this wonderful ooze. It felt so good and warm and right.

“Don’t think you’re done. You still have to fuck my ass for real. An assjob is only foreplay.”

Dinah didn’t hear a response, so she turned around to look at her friend.

Oh dear.

Her friend’s eyes had rolled up back into her head, leaving only the whites visible. The fact that she was still standing was properly more due to inertia than any conscious maintenance.

Fuck. She needed that cock in her ass right now. For a Huntress, her friend was easy prey. She should have a little bit more stamina than that.

No matter. She’d just have to encourage her friend to continue their new training program together. Dinah was a harsh taskmistress, but she’d get Helena up to speed in no time.