Is It Too Much to Ask for Both?

The mind of the ultra-busty blonde currently slurping her way up and and down Gotham Mayor Selina Kyle's femcock was in a tailspin. Power Girl's heroic instincts insisted that self-confessed supervillainess Power Bottom was watching her sixty-nine with Mayor Kyle while lewdly licking an enormous purple buttplug, while Karen Starr's keen analytical mind fired back that one watching her and her good friend Selina slobber on each other's fat pricks was clearly Power Bottom, reputable and upstanding Gothamite business owner. Not that the internal conflict got in the way of her efforts to coax cum from the Mayor's shaft, of course. She attacked the task with vigour; swallowing rhythmically around the portion that entered her throat, wrapping the absurd full length of her tongue in a tight corkscrew around the rest and hollowing her cheeks as she turned her mouth and throat into a living semen-milking machine.

The other femme didn't show any sign that the extra effort was even noticed, happy to jerk her head back and forth within the prison of Karen's thighs, drool spilling all over the Kryptonian's crotch as she gagged and choked happily on the monstrous member that was plundering the full length of her throat. Karen hummed happily at the sensation, feeling the knowledge that Selina was having fun bring her ever closer to her first climax. The fact that the cock she was worshiping showed no sign of its own pleasure beyond its heat, hardness and the endless stream of precum that it was dribbling didn't bother her one bit - after all, Selina would cum in her own good time. The woman's sheer indomitable stamina was one of the things that Karen loved most about her trysts with Mayor Kyle; right after her lovely curves, plush softness over an iron core of muscle, sleek yet powerful femcock, hypnotic twerking talents, oh-so-kissable lips, beautiful eyes...

"Mmmph-phah! Wha-?"

Karen was ripped from her happy dwelling on her lover's positive qualities by a dizzying rush of movement that pulled the pair of them apart and knocked her end over end through the air. Stopping herself with her flight, Power Girl snarled down at the one who had taken her Selina away. Power Bottom smirked cruelly back at her, the villainous femme thrusting her hips wildly and holding her hands out in front of her like she was miming giving a rough, relentless buttfucking to an especially fine piece of ASS. "What's the matter, girly," she sneered, "can't find your playmate?" Power Girl twitched at the taunt, but it was as if some invisible **** held her back from acting on her anger - which was patently absurd; there was simply no way that she could have been brainwashed by a hypnotic news broadcast into being unable to attack Power Bottom without her permission.

"Ooh, anger's a good look for you," the fiendish femme purred, the harmonics of her voice sending a stroking sensation up and down Power Girl's pulsating cock, "are you gonna get over here and..." There was a lewd schllll-pop as she reached back with one hand and pulled the fat purple buttplug out of her lubed-up ASS. "...teach me a lesson with that monster you've got there?" In a flash, Power Girl was behind her, seizing her hip with one hand and her hair with the other. Power Bottom groaned in delight as the blonde yanked her head back and to the side slightly, leaving her neck exposed to a long, slow lick that ended with a brief nibble on the evildoer's earlobe. She gasped with joy when Power Girl's brutish bludgeon of a femcock shoved the enormous, jiggling globes of her ASS aside as it plunged towards her quivering, slick backdoor and rammed its way inside.

Power Girl, meanwhile, was astounded at how receptive her foe's ASS was to her ****. It was like it was sucking her in, leading her deeper and deeper into an inescapable trap instead of merely submitting to a proper Kryptonian butt-stuffing. It clenched and squeezed in waves around her bucking, throbbing meat, giving a sensual and sinister cock massage. The metamaterial sheath that she wore vanished with an obscene shlurp as it was absorbed into Power Bottom's powerful bottom, granting it the same uncanny stroking sensation held by Karen's clothing. A queer heat was starting to bake her brain, like all of the potent sexual energy emitted by her body was being collected, remixed and reflected back onto her in the depths of Power Bottom's slick, scorching anal passage.

The villain giggled as she bucked her hips back to meet the heroine's wild, uncontrolled thrusts. She felt the ASS-addled alien press kiss after sucking kiss onto her neck and leave a trail of hickeys up and down it as the hand in her hair clenched even tighter. She had done it! Not only was the charmingly-arrogant Galatea hers to do with as she pleased, she had lured the real thing into her anal trap - and all it had required was a little patience and to watch her fellow club owner's office. With two Kryptonians under her spell, she'd conquer Gotham with ease! She'd overwhelm the government! She'd make Rave Slaves of President Catwoman and her entire cabinet! She'd-

"Obey the ASS," Selina Kyle purred from her position anally impaled on Power Bottom's cock, landing a heavy double spank on her own rear.

"Obey the ASS," the two superpowered femmes cried in response. Power Bottom's illusion of control vanished as Selina began to throw her own ass back, tendrils of power wrapping around her cock inside the Mayor's ASS and pushing themselves deep into the swirling morass of power inside the villain's booty. Waves of Kryptonian dominant energy, scraps of reality-warping omnipotence and the gooey, slick, seductive corruption of Power Bottom's enchanted body swirled and sloshed together in greater and greater quantities, held only by the Mayor's order. Shaking with ecstatic delirium, Power Bottom brought her glistening purple plug close enough to Selina's face for her to lean out and give its tip a quick, chaste kiss.

"Obey the ASS," she moaned, throwing her hips back to crash her ASS into Power Bottom's crotch.

"Obey the ASS," Power Bottom cried, releasing their combined energies at last.

"Obey the ASS," Power Girl roared, as the globes of her ASS swelled until, with a mighty tearing sound, her metamaterial skirt exploded off of her in the face of her newly-expanded derriere. Every drop of jizz brewing within the trio was dragged from them by the power being employed and refracted across dozens of layers of reality until they collapsed under their own jizz-soaked weight. Their respective powers rushed to fill the voids left behind and each femme twitched and groaned at the uncanny sensation of blowing her biggest-ever load (and having that biggest-ever load being blown) up her own ASS. The trio kept chanting as it repeated over and over, every scrap of gathered power infusing Power Girl with a bigger and bigger badonkadonk - big enough to rival Fire, big enough to rival Diana, big enough to rival-!

One last hammer of pleasure smashed into Karen's mind, and she was out like a light.