Dec 17th: The Current DC Universe (Post-Mind Control)

Sometimes, reality changers win.

It’s an often unthought of side effect of being in a universe filled with so many deities, multiversal imps, and otherwise unimportant schlubs falling into acid vats. Any one of which could permanently damage the fundamental rules of the universe. From turning out the sun with a sneeze, to quietly changing their coffee’s milk from skimmed to semi skimmed because the overworked and underpaid Starbucks employee misheard you.

The hope, obviously, is that if anything did truly change in your universe is that you’d notice. “Hey, the sky wasn’t orange yesterday!” your quivering lips would tremble to whoever would listen. To which all eight billion people on your planet would agree, and the maniac playing with the hue settings on his reality changing television remote would be foiled.

But, that isn’t always the case. Far from it.

It’s REALITY changing. Atoms rearranged to become new universal constants. Perceptions altered, history rewritten, a galactic butterfly effect from one little change.

The kind of stories you read on these sorts of websites often show us the life and times of said reality changers. But the question few ask is what happens when they leave? When the controller wins, has their fun, then moves on to the next universe?

What reality do they leave behind?

“Come on, Ollie! We’re gonna be late!”

In the mansion of Oliver Queen, a bearded man was getting a very impatient titjob from his partner. Mostly because his bow was not fully taught.

“And I’ve told you I’m sorry, Di! My tank is running low after this morning, and midday, and yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before-”

Bouncy breasts were angrily taken away from his tired cock, “Are making fun of my condition?!”

“No, but… does it have to be EVERY meal?”

“Yes, Ollie! Every meal!” She hissed, “I have asked you REPEATEDLY if you mind me eating cum from other men, but NOOO!!! It has to be YOURS since we’re married!”

“Well, excuse me for trying to keep the romance alive!”

Silence overtook the room.

They were supposed to be going to a fancy end of year dinner on the Justice League spaceship, but without a vial of his jism the Canary would be going hungry all night. Her powers would obviously dry up without having her powerful throat smeared with male extract with her food, that was a fact.

There had been a nice man with unending sperm that Ollie had allowed to cum in her mouth for a while, but he was gone now.

She was still trying to keep the romance alive too. Why else would she be wearing the skimpiest outfits she could find? The blonde bombshell filled out her wardrobe with anything that would keep Ollie hard. Maid outfits, bikinis, lingerie, even a few pornographic versions of her battle outfit. Right now her Gotham Highschool girl attire was usually a surefire way to get her a meal, but perhaps the months of three orgasms a day had caught up with them.

“...I’m sorry I couldn’t handle the heat, Songbird…”

Guilt overtook her, quickly taking her naked husband’s head in her arms. “Don’t you dare apologise. I’m the one that’s sorry, Ollie. This is my problem to bear-”

“And I swore I would always be there to help you in sickness and health.” He countered, refusing to be coddled, “You said you had alternatives to me?”

“J’onn said we could rig up a cloning process, totally legit biologically that’ll just make me semen to eat.” She insisted, “Tonight though… I may have to ask Barry or Clark to produce something…”

He chuckled softly, almost accepting the madness, “Right. Fastest man alive, haha…”

They cuddled a bit more before Dinah got up to go get dressed. She hoped Iris or Lois would understand the abruptness of her **** times as she quickly began phoning who she needed to phone to organise her dinner.

All while Ollie sighed and turned on the TV to distract him.

“Hmm… that dastardly Kara is on the rampage again…”

“RUN!”

“FUCKING WHERE?!”

“JUST LEG IT!”

The two men scurried away into the alleyways that birthed their kind. Scum always returned to its source, that’s what Kara Zor-el believed at least. Humans could perpetuate an endless cycle of life and nefarious activities. Generational trauma that gets passed on, criminal fathers birthing criminal children.

And the only way to break the cycle was to suck the bad cum out of the balls of every evil doer.

“GAH!” The first man groaned as he was thrown against the wall. That iconic S on her chest was a symbol of fear for most men in Metropolis, “W-wait! I have a wife! All I did was litter!”

“No excuse, human!” The alien growled angrily. She pinned him to the wall with five immovable fingers, ripping off his pants with the simplest of motions. “Your balls are now FULL of littering criminals! If I don’t empty them out you will breed a new literer! In order to save the future, you must cum in my mouth until you’re empty!”

Though his pants were gone, his belt remained as a perfect holder for Supergirl to lift him over her head. Not even bending over to suck him off, instead treating him like a lollipop to gouge her mouth on. Slurping him back and forth while he got hard in her mouth.

Man two hadn’t gotten far enough to hide before Kara grabbed him too. Neither wanted harm to come to them, so they followed her instructions to the letter.

Man 1 kept still as she flew around the city, with Man 2 in her asshole and wrapped around her tightly. The cum stained Supergirl would never actually hurt them, but she had to get their balls drained! All while patrolling the city for more criminal scum…

“I hope you’re all enjoying your time here tonight!” Diana beamed from her podium. “I always enjoy seeing everyone together at this time of year. Old friends, new friends, all of us under the banner of keeping our universe safe, together.”

Many tables raised their glasses to the princess’ toast. The decor of the observatory had been temporarily redesigned to house many fancy tables to be placed in the room. Though they still wore masks, most were wearing fancy suits or dresses for this seasonal event. The general sense of acceptance in the hero community in the room was palpable, even if some were distracted by Wonder Woman’s current mode of dress.

Hawkgirl whispered to Green Lantern, “I know she’s a nudist, but does she not at least dress for an occasion like this?”

“I heard Batman got her to actually finally start wearing battle armour made from her invisible plane,” He responded quietly, “Not much, but it at least helps reduce the scars on that lovely skin.”

“...you think her skin is lovely?”

“Oh please, Shiera. Like you can talk.”

As Diana left the stage, jiggling in a way to make people wonder if the woman was wearing the invisible dress tonight, she was replaced by the host of the event. “Okay! Thank you, I’ll be walking around to make sure everyone is alright, but please enjoy your lovely meals!” Superman explained as various robotic workers started flooding in to give tailor made meals to the guests.

It was the usual fancy dinner meals these events would serve. Salmon for Zatanna, steak for Hawk, Flash-cum splattered salad for Canary. Everyone’s dietary needs met for the celebration.

“Jessica, we have your plate prepared as well.” said Clark as he guided his cousin to her new seat.

“Thank you~!” The green clad woman beamed as Power Girl floated in from above, spreading her legs casually while eating her pizza meal. “Mm, creamy thighs are the only way to eat.” She purred while placing some waffles on the kryptonian’s thighs before drizzling maple syrup and digging in. Lewd moans from both women

“Psst, Clark!” Batgirl whispered, prompting him to float over to her, “Are my girls gonna be treated as well?”

“Oh yes!” The boy scout beamed, “Though they were sort of hard to separate from each other, I can confirm they got the best chow!”

The redhead sighed in relief, “That’s good. Harley has been picky lately, so I was worried she wouldn’t eat anything without me there.”

“I understand totally, but please enjoy yourself tonight. Harley and Ivy are with the other pets tonight, totally taken care of.”

“Thank you so much, Superman!”

It was funny how he never got sick of those words.

Some hadn’t been able to attend the event though. They were stuck on Earth for a variety of reasons. Perhaps ongoing adventures (like Vixen managing to stop General Benatu Eshu with only her snake like tongue), or lack of effort to appear (Constantine had been caught in Blythe’s endless libido the night before and was feeling lazy), or maybe human jobs that kept them away that night (Fire and Ice were having too much fun at their stripping job to remember a silly thing like the Justice League).

But some tried their hardest but couldn’t get their teammates to stop fucking.

“GUYS PLEASE!” Robin yelled, stamping his foot towards the rutting foursome, “I don’t want to miss the Justice League’s party!”

His girlfriend bit her lip, “I am sorry, the ah! b-boyfriend, Robin. But Beast Boy was f-feeling too horny to be around the other super heroes tonight!”

“Seriously bro, have you seen the skimpy outfits they wear? If I don’t bust a nut inside of Ray-ray now, I’ll be too crazy hopped up on animal lust to do anything!” The green man said before returning his face to Starfire’s cunt.

Raven herself would have said something to the effect of commentating on their own skin tight suits, but she was gagging on Cyborg’s dick so no sarcasm could escape her throat. Though plenty of juices were leaving her grey pussy as her ass humped up and down on thick green phallus.

“And when I saw that these guys were gonna take ages, I thought I may as well booyah too!” The robotic man explained.

“Do you all not realise the bank is going to foreclose on the Titan’s tower!?!” The frustrated sidekick screamed, “We haven’t saved anyone in MONTHS! Our bills are WAY more now that Bumblebee, Jinx, and Blackfire have joined our harem! …wait, where are they?”

All four of his regular teammates pointed in unison to the kitchen, “Orgy in there.”

“GAH! They better not be using my special coconut oil as lube again!”

The Titans never did make it to the party. Though they did eventually realise that streaming the constant sexy times they had to the world was enough to make the money they needed and then some.