Chapter 10: Nightwing Confronts her Foxy Adversary Once Again

There is no argument against Blüdhaven being a base bitch. She is delighted to be a plaything for crime and corruption. Of her citizens being buttfucked over and over by the underworld. And her infrastructure being whored out to maintain her immodest state.

But there is one arguable merit Blüdhaven holds. She has not embraced the freaky hardcore shit her "reformed" sister got into with supersluts.

The superhuman hussies have taken over with their extraordinary abilities and inhumanly prodigious ASSETS carried in ultra slutty costumes. But, whether they're good or bad girls, they brought perverse pandemonium never seen before, catching the average woman and femme as casualties.

The now nothing but vanilla bitches get caught in the clutches of their extraordinary acts, which inevitably ends with them kneeling and draining oversized balls. More-than-massive milkers smother their faces. They eat out enormous and insanely twerkable ASSES while they bounce on their faces. And they're left quivering on the ground, helpless against the new reality.

The whores of tomorrow are shaping the new world with their sultry hands. For good or ill, leaving it screaming out in mind-blowing orgasms.

Gotham was one of the first to get into superphilia, and most cities across the world eagerly followed. Blüdhaven had a front-row seat to the carnal madhouse her sister became, and she wants nothing to do with it. She doesn't want to fuck with bipolar bitches, vindictive shortstacks, masked musclegirls, cold-hearted chicks, cunty quizmistresses, harlots too into hallucinogens.

And especially with Bats.

The last thing she wants is to become some heroic ho and villainous vixen's new plaything. If she lets even one get too deep inside of her, it will ruin the conventional criminal pleasures she has enjoyed for her entire existence. She would become just like her sister in the one regard she doesn't want to rip off shamelessly.

And she is entirely correct in her fears.

…..

A bluebird came into town from Gotham, and soon after, a monstrous semi-truck is stampeding down Island Street. Nightwing was desperately racing down the streets to stop the heavy motor madness, pushing her athletic and fat-padded frame along with her grappler's micro-hydraulics to the limit. Yet it wasn't enough.

The hero had **** but to platform the roofs of cars to give her the speed she needed. Bounding car after car as she made her way through Stark Avenue, the commuters below would've only seen a brief blue streak flying above.

And in that single but unforgettable second, they were graced with something spectacular, an amazing ASS, nothing short of superhuman with its size, power, and jiggling.

The unconventional hitchhiking allowed Nightwing to reach the North Narrows in record time, only to arrive in a scene of vehicular carnage. Piles cars were overturned and shoved aside, dozens of police cruisers within them.

The four-way entrance was plugged by the clotting of metal, leaving nothing to hitch a ride on to cross the bridge. Not that it would stop the line-swinging heroine.

As her last hitchhiked vehicle had to stop, Nightwing launched her grapple to hook onto the girders of the bridge's entrance, swinging over the pile below. Then, with her sexy acrobatic body, she weaved between the bridge's structure, over the pushed aside cars trailing its length.

The truck finally reached Nightwing's sight just as she reached the end of the bridge. There were no buildings high enough in the more open city outskirts to keep going. And with the pile-up stopped every car going east, meaning there were no more cars to hitch a ride. She had only one chance.

Nightwing shot her line into the edge of the office unit it carried. Her momentum, gravity, and hydraulics gave her the right speed and angle, guiding her pear-shaped profile to crash through the back window cleanly. Inside, she immediately rolled up into a battle stance. Ready to face the woman crazy enough to make this caper.

"You again!" Screamed the thick-lipped lupine-masked leader of the invading False Facers, flanked by a quartet of four ahegoing anime girls.

"That's my line Foxy. I thought you would've learned your lesson the first time."

"We did." The five immediately unloaded their ammunition at the badgering Blue Bird.

Usually, a point-blank spray of bullets would spell doom for anyone. But it doesn't mean much if they can't keep the barrel straight because of an unsteady surface. Nightwing lets them waste their shots, dodging and using the drawers to catch the bullets.

The telltale sound of empty magazines clicked. Nightwing jumped into action. Foxy's hentai-masked muscle got knocked out before their foe reached the ground. Once her foot touched down, the bird spun herself to connect a roundhouse to the leader's head.

That would have assuredly knocked any woman out. But all it did for Foxy was make her stagger.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh," She raised her head back; it almost looked like her thick-lipped mask was snarling. "You'll pay for that," she declared and then pounced.

Foxy let out a fervor on her annoyingly hot interloper. "You bitch! You bitch! You bitch! You bitch!" She howled as Nightwing dodged all her attacks. "How the hell did you know about our score! How the hell did you even get in here!?"

"I'm a bird, remember. I can fly." Proving her point by hitting Foxy with another flying roundhouse. But again, it briefly staggered the Facer before she got back at it. "Now, how did you know where to pick up one of Blüdhaven's biggest money pushers?"

Foxy failed a lunging punch/clawing and ran into a filing cabinet. Not that it slowed her down.

"What's it to you? Why care if we steal from another crook?" Another wild charge and another whiff.

"Besides sending a truck charging down the road? I'm not letting you make a war chest for the Roma Empire to invade this city."

"Blüdhaven belongs to Black Mask, and I'm gonna be the one to open up her legs. I won't let you ruin me twice."

Beyond the rage, Nightwing sensed something different about Foxy. From their last confrontation, she could tell head goon had some marital training. Yet, none of that was showing. Instead, she went all-in on offense, not holding any proper form or maintaining a guard. She wasn't even punching but clawing like a rabid beast.

An astute analysis from the daughter of the Bat, but she didn't realize Foxy wasn't the only one off-kilter. Nightwing thought she was using her tried-and-true tactic of teasing her foes to create an opening. But, what she was actually doing was unconsciously showing off her juicy super body.

As Nightwing dodged Foxy's failed contact, she unnecessarily shifted her torso, making her jello-like tits bob and swing.

When she recovered from her jumping roundhouses, she trailed her hands up her fatty thicc thighs, sinking her fingers into her soft, doughy flesh.

And most prominently, she made sure that her MASSIVE ASS was constantly in her foe's sight. Every dodge, every jump, every counterattack, every movement made it vigorously wobbled.

The only tactic Nightwing was employing was presenting herself as seven courses of fuckmeat to a hungry predator. And it was working stupendously.

Neither realized the source of the changing nature of the confrontation. The fuck stench still emanating from Nightwing's stained suit. It coiled around both women, taking over the oxygen in their brains despite the rush of air through the windows.

Shumalith's spunk radiated a supernatural potency even hours after she bathed the hero in her seed. It was as if her femme cock got hijacked by a god-pervert and was instilled with her divine cum to drench her favorite former sidekick.

The heavy, tasty cockstink intoxicated the hero and henchbitch. It was what pushed her body beyond human levels to make her risky interception possible. And it made Nightwings body run on its boner-inducing instinct. To seduce with its abundant curves and prominent protrusions, regardless of its owner's thoughts and words.

For Foxy, her mind was regressing to something more primal. The animosity and the undeniable attraction she felt for this frustratingly sexy strumpet was molding into one, fueling her now bestial actions: her wild fighting style and recklessness. Her desire to fight and defeat her prey, to take her prey, to MATE her prey!

“GRAAAAAAHHHH!” Foxy let out a stunning roar, overcome with emotions for the full-figured babe tormenting her. "Damn it! Damn it! How's a girl like me supposed to make my living with people like you around?"

"People like me? You mean superheroes stopping crooks like you?"

"No! SuperSLUTS!" Foxy snarled, "Supersluts torturing me with their DELICIOUS FAT ASSSES!"

"W-what?"

"It was bad enough with The Bat in Gotham, but now you're here in Blüdhaven! Waving around that donk and making it hard for me to think of anything else but fucking your brains out!"

"W-WHAT!"

"This place was supposed to be the last safe place from super bimbos like you!"

Nightwing was indignant and blushing. "I dunno what you think about me, but I'm not some bimbo!" Her butt punctuated that statement by rising so high it almost slapped her back and TWAP TWAP TWAP TWAPed back on her thighs.

"You're right. You're not some bimbo."

"That's ri-"

"You're a DUMMY THICC, BUBBLE-BUTT BIMBO SLUT!"

"That stacked body of yours says it all. It's begging for femmes to plow you! I bet the real reason you came here was you wanted me to dick you down! Why else would you be shaking what your milf of a momma gave you!?"

"T-that's not true! I'm here to stop you! I'm here to be the hero Blüdhaven needs!"

As Nightwing stammered to defend her supposedly non-salacious actions, her body contradicted her words by still jiggling, wiggling, shaking, bouncing, and just existing in such a voluptuous state.

This is the reason why, when Nightwing dodged Foxy's latest wild swipe, one predominantly jutting, perky, round, and large, large, large part of her did not clear Foxy's reach.

And Foxy capitalized.

TWHAP!

A sharp pain surged across Nightwing's rotund rumps. She gasped and pitched forward, instinctually trying to get away. But it was futile.

TWHAP!

The target she presented was too big.

TWHAP!

Too enormous to miss.

TWHAP!

So huge a blind woman could tap that.

TWHAP! TWHAP! TWHAP!!!

The savage spanking dropped Nightwing on all fours. Her superb reflex just barely saved her from falling entirely on the ground, but it put her in the perfect position for battering.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Black Mask trusted me to see up Blüdhaven's ASS for her to plunder." Foxy alternated between the left and right cheek.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nightwing arched her back, only making her position worse for herself and all the better for Foxy ****.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"But they'll serve my ASS to the boss if I report another failure." She slapped diagonally, like how you knock a trippin' bitch with a backhand or a hard cockhead.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nightwing's suit-clad bootycheeks launched so hard they were clapping into themselves, now basing themselves along with Foxy's hands.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Well, at least out of this, I get your annoyingly sweet ASS."

SMACK! CLAP! SLAP! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SLAP! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SLAP! CLAP!

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!”

The bootiful heroine drenched the insides of her suit from the ASS SMACKING AND CLAPPING SENSORY OVERLOAD. Her mind was alight with fireworks from every strike and the concurrent crashing waves of her ASSFAT smashing into itself. Cumming from every impact on her bloated badonkadonk

Foxy eyes were glued to the marvelous undulations she was making that ASS go through. The hero's swole buttcheeks jiggled like a water bed, sloshing and wobbling in every direction from the jolts of her whip-cracking hands.

Suddenly Foxy paused her merciless ministrations. Nightwing looked back and groaned faintly, wondering and hoping it was (wasn't) over.

The Blue Bird gasped as she felt a pair of tube-like lips go between her colossal, painfully sensitive cheeks and press against her polykevlar covered pucker. A make-out on her butt was something she had never expected.

"GGGGHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOHHH~!!!" She couldn't explain the feeling except for a wailing orgasm.

The greedy lips kissed every inch of Nightwing's large, lovely lady lumps. Each smooch left a wet red mark. A little thought under the pleasure in Nightwing's mind wondered how the costumes painted lips were caking her cakes.

Foxy ended with one more big smooch to the center of Nightwings booty, right on her ASSHOLE. The feeling between her buns made her coo.

Then a dual strike hitting both of her ass cheeks down at one more loud SMACK!!

"HHHHHHOOOOOooooooooooooooooo~!!"

That last dual attack ate the remaining strength of Nightwings arms. Her upper torso collapsed, her fine and fat chest pillows squished on the carpeted floor. Her face landed on its side profile, displaying her panting face, drooling open mouth, and hazy eyes.

She was reduced to a blissed-out wreck, face-down and ASS-up. Her engorged ass pussy and plumped pussy pussy were wet inside and outside her suit, readily available between the substantial pairs of fat smothering them.

Under that sight, there could be only one thought for a ravenously randy predator in the prime position to ravage her plump prey.

Mate! Mate! MATE WITH THAT ASS!!!

Foxys arms spread wide to grasp the expansive arch of Nightwings hips.

"Woooh…Wha?" The downed hero weakly mewled. "W-what are you doing?"

Her capturer only responded by slamming those massive haunches into her pelvis, recoiling from the cushiony impact.

"No…" Nightwing finally realized the position she was in. "No, No, No, No, No."

The fox-masked femme dug into the tight space between her constrained package, and the two soft and stupendous mounds squished against them. She fished out her hard femme dick out of her distressed suit pants.

"No! Not your cock! And why does it feel so thick!

It felt like a salami was smothered deep in between Nightwing's ASSCHEEKS. Its red crown was barely peeking between the cleavage like a quicksand of booty was swallowing it. Her apple-sized balls smashed against the butt like a satellite against its planets.

Alone, the sensation of being completely enveloped by the softest, silkiest mass of ASSFAT could be enough for her to spew like a hose, as Shumalith did earlier in the day.

But Foxy's contempt-fueled lust wanted more than that; she wanted to conquer this ASS.

Foxy lifted herself, so her body perched on top of her incapacitated prey, laying herself on Nightwings back, locking her pumps next to boots. Her fingers dug into the carpet-padded plywood. She had to spread bow-legged for her thighs to enclose the hero's much thicker ones.

She swam her femme cock in the lake of booty meat until the crown met Nightwing's anus. By all logic, there was no way her cock could penetrate the polykevlar covered rear entrance. But the dazed fox believed without a doubt that she could, and the equally ditsy bird thought it too.

The fox mask almost looked as if it was licking its thick lips. "You're ASS is mine, fuck-doll."

Nightwing felt every millimeter of Foxy reeling back. Her squished back fat decompressed to its natural bubble shape. The crown departed its kiss of her anal lips, retracted from the envelopment of butt flesh yet never leaving even when her hips pulled as far as they could in her ASS-MOUNTED position.

Nightwing was nigh helpless. The beatdown of her buns left the soon-to-be brutally buttfucked with no strength left in her body, not in one inch to stop her anal pussy from being bought.

Except for her ASS. Which made up a significant portion of her surface area.

Foxy mercilessly rammed into her claim. At that moment, Nightwing shifted her hips. Foxys mating mounting meant she could not ground herself to enforce her thrusts accurately. And with the combination of pre and saliva, she missed her mark.

"Guuuuuh~" She moaned as she inflicted immensely delightful friction on herself. "Still got some fight left? Well, it wouldn't be any fun if you took it like the blow-up doll you look like."

She reared herself back for another go. But Nightwing again maneuvered her hips to make it miss and put Foxy through another near-crippling sensation.

"F-FUCK!" She was panting above Nightwings head. "Keep that donk still!" Yelling something no woman or femme ever thought to say when it came to that ASS.

Foxy kept pounding into the pillowy-soft plush rump, trying to hit the bullseye. But each time, Nightwing swayed her hips. Side to side, up and down, denying its target. It looked like Nightwing was twerking into Foxy's pistoning crotch. And by all rights, she was. The two made a symphony of meat slapping against meat, adding sound to the sensual sensations taking over their minds.

"GUUUhhhhhh! Girl, you been working out those cheeks in the Squat Rack? NGH!" Foxy's vision was swimming. Her crotch ached as she held a load greater than she had in her life. "Teasing me like this! HaaaaAAAH~! And you're saying your not some superhuman jizz guzzler?!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhooooooo~! N-not my fault you can't handle it." Nightwing managed to tease, not realizing what she was implying. "And this isn't superpowers. It's all me." But, again, ignorant of her implications.

But the spark of confidence was quickly replaced by a shriek of pleasure when her gyrations made a miscalculation by making Foxy's cock slip downward.

"HIEEEEE~!!! OH, GODDESS~!!!" The pursuing prostate claimer was now grinding along her pussy. A much less advantageous situation, or more depending on what part of Nightwing you ask. Her cunt was happily pulsing against the member as if trying to suck it inside.

"Ohhhhhhhh~! Baby~!!" Foxy cooed as her veiny cock was suckled by the quivering quim. Not what she aimed for, but it was much more than consolidation. "Bird girl, I was just gonna leave your ASS flooded. If you wanted me to fill you with a litter of kits, YOU SHOULD'VE JUST ASKED~!!!"

Foxy rutted in quick succession, polishing her prey entrance with her tip and throbbing length. The sawing of her lower lips made the rising resistance she built fall at once. Put back and even further into submission.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" Nightwing moaned at each thrust. Despite the non-penetration, it still felt light she was being bred. "No! S-Stop! You'll KNOCK ME UP!!" "MAKE ME A BABY, MAMA~!!!"

Her cries only inflamed Foxy, the look in her eyes growing wilder." FUCK YEAH~! YOUR GONNA BE MY BIG-BUTT MOMMY SLUT~!" Again, Foxy aligned herself at Nightwings entrance, this time to break into her pussy. "I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU, YOU FUCKING SUPERSLUT~!!!"

The second slowed to a crawl. As Foxy was rearing to ram through her suit's protection, crush her cunt, and make her a ****-wife. The life flashed before her eyes. A whole litter of kids between them. Tits bloated to triple their size with milk for her babies and master-wife. Her hips made even more like a broodmother, and she would grow a couch cushion of an ASS to pad her seating while she read her children's stories in her lap and pad her Foxy Daddy when she pounded more babies into her.

A part of Nightwing wanted that life for herself, but it wouldn't be with this criminal fox.

At that moment, she knew the only way to save herself was to WORKED DAT ASS! She had to TWERK DAT ASS!

She summoned a new well of strength within, clutching Foxy bitch claimer in a vice between her ASSCHEEKS. She **** it upward back into its proper anal paizuri position. Before foxy could recover from her shock, she bounced on Foxy's hips with even more vigor. As if the ground was slapping against the jackhammer.

"GWOAH?! Y-you! Mmmfffpphh! It feels too GOOD! FUCK~!!" Her brash words died in her throat as Nightwing milked her with all of her booty's incredible strength. The instinct within her ASS came out in overwhelming ****—reinforced by her ingrained experience with Shumalith and hesitance not holding her back.

"TOO GOOD! TOO GOOD! IT MAKE MY COCK FEEL SHOOOOO GOOD!"

All Foxy could do was cry in pleasure. The predator turned to prey by ASS. "AHHHHHHH! FUUCCCKKKKKK! GONNA MY HUGE, THICK LOAD ALL OVER YOU"

Nightwing didn't stop to make a quip. She didn't stop tugging, stroking, and massaging Foxy's femcock. She didn't stop shaking her ASS, working her ASS, twerking her ASS.

Foxy lasted longer than Shumalith, but she could not. Who could go against the heavenly sensation washing her body? Who could resist the pillowy, silky, and abundantly huge mounds squashing their femme cock like tectonic plates? Foxy couldn't, and she was welcoming it.

Foxy arched back at the peak of her final thrust. "TAKE IT, YOU PHAT-ASSED TWERK SLUT!"

Nightwing and Foxy shrieked as the ASS conquered them both.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!!!"

An absolute eruption of gold-glittered, deep, slutty, purple spunk shot into the air, a repeat of Shumalith's surrender but at a much greater magnitude.

The pungent cock-cream impacted the office's roof with such **** that it spread to spread about its surface. Then fell back on the pseudo coupling adversaries like a waterfall. Foxy drenched her face and front while painting Nightwing's back and ASS.

Once again victorious, the ASS loosened the defeated cock from its embrace, letting it jizzed wildly, bobbing from ejaculation and spamming orgasm. Coating the entire back wall in jizz-spewing.

One errant blast happened to be at the perfect angle to launch outside the left window. It was going fast enough to reach ahead of the truck briefly. Then gravity took it back as it careened to the right. Going through the open driver's window and then splattering the driver and passenger faces in their boss, spunk.

The creamy goop passed every entrance and pore of their coverings and coated their faces with another mask. Then, finally, it got into their mouth, and they had to chew down the thick ball batter as it melted their minds.

The diver was immediately incapacitated by the **** indirect facial. And the now cum leaking truck careened off the road. But, fortunately for all of its passengers, it turned into a vast stretch of tall foliage, finally stopping after creating a long path through the flora.

Nightwing finally stopped the bestial vehicle. Everyone aboard was unharmed, blanketed in liters of warm, thick, purple gold-jizz. Blissfully orgasmed into unconsciousness.

The driver and passenger slumped their seats. Cum leaking out of their mask as if it exploded out of their mouths.

The remaining backup False Facers were flooded by their bosses fuck gunk. Despite being **** earlier, it still found its way into their mouths.

And in the center of the aftermath were Foxy and Nightwing. The fox collapsed on the bird. Her crotch enjoyed the comfiest pillow in the room. Both blanketed of splooge and soothed into sleep. Of course, with mouth fulls of viscous, creamy protein.

Once again, Nightwing was victorious. But she didn't feel as such in her last moments of consciousness. Instead, her final thoughts meditated on Foxy's accusations. She was vehemently rejecting her assertions.

She wasn't a superslut.

She wasn't born and built to guzzle femme cocks and leaking pussies. Tit's and ASSES.

She was not a latex whore. It was polykevlar!

She wasn't a PHAT ASSED TWERK-SLUT.

Even though her ASS just milked gallons from Foxy's balls. Despite her adversary lying on her like a satisfied stud in the afterglow. Despite that, she was near literally swimming in a lake of cum.

And even though she faced against a cab-over and proved to be the true DUMPTRUCK.

She wasn't. Her mind quietly cried as it fell into dreams.

….

Yet Nightwing's dreams would "remind" her that she very much is a TWERK-SLUT.

After all, she and all other supersluts are the unwitting vessels that would spread the goddesses' perverted will. As they ave across all cities. Seducing them with their goddess-blessed fuck bodies. Leading them to greater heights of perversion. Today with the truck, last time with the train, they were the start of many, many, many, things to come. And it would all end with women and femmes shooting their brains out of their pussies and cocks.

Blüdhaven was right to be afraid of the changing tides. The wave of purple gold semen would flood her. The young heroine is and already has been the harbinger of wild fun to come. She will open up the city to be penetrated by the sex craze for capes that have taken her sister Gotham and other cities like a sex cult. For it is time for Blüdhaven to convert.

She won't resist for long. She'll learn to love it just as Nightwing will.