Introducing Donna and Stepping Out

The entire central building of Starr Studios was a mess of writhing, cumming bodies, struck senseless by the vibrations rolling off of Argent and Raven's life-changing coupling with Power Girl. The trio now floated in the air above the crater that they'd fucked into the foundations, Power Girl clad in her traditional overtaxed white leotard and hovering under her own power while her partners were tangled together in a sloppy, **** make-out session, buoyed aloft by Raven's infernal abilities as their muscular bodies ground against each other. One pair of Raven's shimmering grey hands were tangled in Argent's hair, while another traced their fingertips over the tattoos that now covered the pale-skinned energy manipulator. The ink flashed and pulsed in paradoxical black and deep, slutty purple light for an instant as power infused them, before settling back down into their normal shades.

Power Girl looked down on the one figure still, barely, standing. Her daughter - because who else could withstand the side effects of her unleashed sexual prowess - was bent double, hands kneading the air beneath her like it was a pair of squirting milky tits and hips thrusting madly like she was analising a phat-assed, submissive slut. Cum blasted out of her cock with every stroke, before seeming to hit an invisible, skintight wall and bubbling upwards to spray against her own crotch. "Girls," with a snap of her fingers, Raven and Argent pulled away from their deep french kiss - though not their writhing embrace - and looked to her for instructions, "my daughter needs a lesson in endurance. Shall we help her out?"

Raven grinned wickedly. "That sounds wonderful," she purred, "Daddy." Before her magic-laced word had sunk its claws into Power Girl, who was helpless to resist it without the special Nth Metal plug that normally filled her asshole, she schooled her features into a vapid, pleasure-fogged expression and let out a low, slutty moan. Instantly, the dazed minds and weakened bodies all around them were revitalised, lazy masturbation turning to rough, vigorous copulation as they abandoned self pleasure and began to attack any hole they could reach with tongues, fingers, and throbbing, leaking femcocks. One black-haired femme in particular was invigorated beyond reason, roaring in pleasure as her posture straightened and she began to go to town on her imaginary partner like a true descendant of Krypton. "She looks so good, Daddy," the conniving cambion cooed. "So strong and virile, just like her Daddy. Shall we play with her, Daddy?"

Wriggling, slick tendrils of corrupted magic wormed their way into Power Girl's mind alongside the words, penetrating her over and over. It was a devastating attack, lust pounding into her psyche from every angle and then exploding deep inside of her, spraying sticky, slutty heat all over her thoughts. Power Girl twitched as she internalised their message. She was a Daddy now, a dominant femme Daddy with a loving, submissive ****-wife, a powerful daughter and two naughty babygirl sluts to take care of. It was only right that she should teach her daughter and reward her, and punish her sluts for their sinful natures. Gliding down to stand behind her daughter, flanked by her sluts, she gripped the black-haired girl's hips and pulled her back towards her. Diana suddenly popped into existence, then slumped down into unconsciousness. Even insensate, Power Girl's ****-wife kept her face down on her folded arms and her ASS raised high, ready for the taking. Ghosting the fingers of one hand along her daughter's jawline and the other along the length of her cock, Power Girl pressed against the girl's back. "And what's your name, cutie," she asked.

"D- Donna," the girl moaned dreamily, "I'm Donna Troy, your daughter and toy." Paralysed by the feather-touches of her 'father's' hands, the hot, hard throb of the femcock pressed against her own and two record-holding knockers wrapped around either side of her head, Donna couldn't have been happier unless she was hilted in her mother's ASS. Suddenly, her view was filled by a pair of tits almost as big as Power Girl's, smothering her in shining grey flesh and filling her head with a hot, spiced scent. Knowing exactly how a dominant femme like her was supposed to behave, Donna attacked her prison with soft, sucking kisses, long licks and playful nips and bites. The grey-skinned woman withdrew with a giggle, only to be replaced by another pair of more conventionally-hued, but equally outsized breasts. These too, she went at with all the vigour she knew was expected of her, until their owner stumbled back with a moan and a gasp.

Argent reeled under the Amazon's **** on her tits, slumping into Raven's arms with the beginnings of a Slut Brain episode swirling in her head. Her friend helped her back to her feet, each of them idly reaching out to squeeze the other's ASS as the watched Power Girl spin the newly-identified Donna Troy around and begin smothering her under her tits, apparently the final test of her daughters chest-pleasing abilities. "Think we should leave them to it" Raven asked. "We could go and see if there's a few sluts to brea- villainesses to stop." Argent mulled the idea over for a moment, then nodded. With a smirk, Raven twitched her fingers and the pair vanished with a soft schlick sound.

Argent's nipples, already rock hard, tingled as the rooftop breeze blew over them. "Raven," she hissed, hoping not to alert any nearby ne'er-do-wells, "where the hell are my clothes?"

Her newly transformed friend rolled all four of her golden eyes and sighed theatrically. "Prude," she replied. "I guess we do need something though, so..." she rolled her shoulders in a motion that bounced her breasts hypnotically, "ASS-Smash... Hell-Cock..." Argent blinked in surprise at the altered mantra, but as she moved to reply- "Jizz-Shot!" -a two-foot length of glistening grey flesh erupted from the spot above Raven's pussy. The grapefruit-sized knot at its base bulged and the grotesquely-thick veins that snaked across its surface visibly throbbed as the flared head of Raven's demonic dick unleashed a rope of jizz directly into Argent's open mouth and down her throat.

Blasts of cum came thick and fast as Argent stood there dumbly, mind momentarily blanked by the taste and texture of the scalding-hot, but somehow soothing, hell-jizz. Raven's hands clamped around her cock, all four digging their fingers in not to control the flow of spunk, but to direct the bucking, bouncing organ to spread its seed across as much of Argent's body as possible. Shots that flew past her were grasped by magic and bounced back onto her backside, slathering every inch of the gorgeous goth's form in pearlescent, sticky fluid. Every spot, from the tips of her toes to the tips of her hair, was drenched by the time Raven made a show of getting her member under control, with a dazed step back into a puddle of spare spunk completing the coating. "How do you like it," the half-demon asked slyly.

"It's-" Argent shook her head, looking down at the tattoos that somehow showed clearly through the musky murk, "It's great! I might have to make this my regular uniform!" The knot of infernal power that she'd ingested with the first load of cum rewarded her with the sensation of a long, thick, tapered tongue gliding over the inside of her asshole, drawing out a soft moan of pleasure. Raven's right, hell-cum really shows off my body. Raven's right, I should wear hell-cum. Her dazzled mind internalised the foreign thought as easily as her own, securing her status as an exhibitionist clad in infernal seed. If there was any regret in her mind, it was that such a distinctive costume and her friend's newfound dedication to her heroic persona would make it impossible to slather herself in Raven's demonic dick-juice in her civilian identity as well.

Squeezing her new appendage between her tits and holding them together with her lower arms, Raven cocked her hip and looked over the edge of the roof. They were on a tall concrete building, she now realised - not having cared about the target of her first teleport beyond it being hospitable and isolated. It looked to be some sort of office block or bank and, judging by the cop cars and uniformed police crowded around, there was definitely work to be done. A small beam of pink light shot out of the building, knocking one of the cops to the ground. Raven's supernaturally enhanced eyes watched the femme try to rise, only for her belt to snap. The metal buckle snagged on her shorts and tore the front open, then bounced off the floor and hit her lightly on the clit, shocking her into an involuntary ejaculation that basted her face with her own cum.

As a giddy cry of "Hah, unlucky!" drifted up and reached her ears, Raven's expression morphed into a monstrous, sharp-toothed grin. "Gothic GOOD GIRLS get gains," she whispered deliriously to herself, unaware of the dual timbre in her voice, "Gothic BAD GIRLS are mine!"