Shower Thoughts

Was it really Jinx’s fault for everything? In all honesty, no. The real culprit, as with everything in her life, was Raven’s sperm donor finding new ways to torment. In this case. The deeper the emotions she felt, the more of her power she called upon. Power directly linked to Trigon’s Domain, and if enough of it leaked over he could use it as a portal to Earth. Was Raven genuinely terrified he could win? Honestly and with a little pride, she could safely answer that with a big fat no. Doctor Fate, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Shazam, and even Constantine when he wasn’t in his usual drunken rut. The Justice League had no shortage of heavy hitters that could beat back Trigon, especially since the further he was away from his personal domain the weaker he would be. The problem with him invading Earth is that it could potentially kill millions of people. It could kill all of her friends, who undoubtedly would be racing against the clock trying to save those millions.

That’s the idea that kept her up at night. This **** her to train until her throat and knuckles bled to control her temper. To never feel. To never let herself lose control for a singular moment. It’s that determination that gives her the power to be a hero, and also what leads her to the mess to begin with. Puberty is messy. Puberty is emotional. Puberty means millions of friends dead if given to an already struggling emotionally half-demon girl named Raven. So she took some pills that delayed it. When that showed signs of not working, after more than one sleepless night after seeing both male and female teammates leaving the showers, she took stronger ones. Until it reached the point Raven was tempted to get surgery to remove her confounded plumbing, causing everything. Except she couldn’t because of that half-demon part she mentioned earlier.

Demons weren’t human. They ran in a realm of negative emotions and nightmares. Where nothing made sense, and it was deliberately designed that way to align with the inherent discord of the demon's spiritual energy. She wasn’t human, no matter how much her teammates reassured her. Raven’s body didn’t follow standard biology. It was half magic, which meant physics and rules didn’t apply to her. Magic ran off feelings. Do you want proof? Stare at the Green Lantern rings of pure determination that could make anything if you thought hard enough. Raven was horny, plain and simple. She had a body that felt certain ways about some of her teammates, and it took more than one therapy session to admit that. Feelings she repressed for years out of convenience with pills, spells, and vows. Letting it fester inside her like the compression of a volcano or a bomb until her will had been worn down enough, one random chaotic spell blast by Jinx was able to pop it.

Was it her age? Raven had turned eighteen recently. There’s mystical significance in that. Was it the fact that Jinx and her merry band of villains had been hired to guard a special summoning circle her father’s followers created for nefarious reasons? Something her team ended up stopping as always, but in the process exposed her to a dangerous flash of Trigon’s energy. Was it the fact that halfway through the fight, Jinx’s clothes were ripped up and Raven got a nice eye full of a pair of perky B cups and their pink nipples? Truthfully, in the realm of make-believe called magic, any number of those reasons could be why the spell worked the way it did.

But why her ass? Raven’s always been ashamed of it. She’s always been more pear-shaped compared to the amazonian or swimmers' build that was more common with Super Heroines. Just like her self-proclaimed best friend, Starfire. So, in between being jealous of how open and friendly Starfire was, as well as how many boyfriends she snagged without worry. Raven was even more jealous of her bigger boobs, taller physique, and the fact that her ass didn’t sag over the sides of chairs. Raven's shame of her short figure, her boyish chest not helped by those damn pills, and her booty that refused to fit pants all combined to make this nightmare a reality. Raven deserves a medal for being mature enough to admit all this, but unfortunately for Jinx, her patience reached its limits after that. Was it really Jinx’s fault for everything? No. Did that mean Raven didn’t blame her? Hell no!

Raven grunted as she **** her shelf of an ass through the doorway leading into her private bathroom. Making sure to slap a button to the side with a bump of her hips that left the ceiling fan in her room shaking a little, the button causing internal motors to slide and lengthen the doorway another few inches. A smart feature Cyborg had installed in every doorway after the first couple of renovations. Usually, the team made do with more public restrooms, for ease of cleaning and to help deal with the influx of visitors or potential new teammates, but allowances had been made for her so-called disability. The private bathroom was the least of it. Her room was now twice the size. Her bed had springs and shock mounts installed better suited for the suspension of a bus. Padded inch-thick bumpers were installed at hand-held height all along the tower, as well as mirrors on all the corners. To better track ambushes, Robin swore with the usual serious look he adorned, which Raven usually hated, but in this case she almost cried tears of joy over.

Her team had every chance to joke or tease her, Trigon knows the internet has said things she can’t even think about without getting upset, yet they didn’t. They treated it respectfully, patiently, and with the limitless kindness that reminded her why they were heroes. It reminded her every day why she loved them. Even Beast Boy admitted he would never tease her body when his green skin meant going outside was like playing Russian roulette sometimes. They even treated her request for a personal assistant with grace. Going out of their way to try and pretend she doesn’t exist on Raven’s personal request. Probably believing asking for help was a humiliation, Raven wasn’t ready to admit. Not that Raven was quick to correct them. It made hiding her identity so much easier.

Raven stepped up into the shower. The space was large enough for four people, or three since Raven’s ass counted as one, with built-in shelves acting as seats and multiple shower heads with plenty of settings to play with. The water was already running and comfortably warm by her little assistant. Her nurse also quickly divested her clothes and joined her inside. Raven was butt naked inside, her new assets feeling stuffy and stuck in anything in bed, yet felt no shame or embarrassment as her private assistant started feeling and scrubbing her. Raven let out a comfortable hum as she leaned into the shelf for support, lifting one leg at a time so her soles and toes could be scrubbed. A few kisses and licks sneaked in when Raven’s eyes were closed, curling the edges of her lips up in a comfortable smile. Raven’s feet were very sore from carrying her caboose and would need more than one massage later.

It was truly fortunate that her personal assistant, Aline Haiden, formally known as the villain Jinx, was ready to serve. When Jinx used her powers to unknowingly access that well of repressed lust, Raven wasn’t the only one hit with the backlash. Jinx’s brain was fried, barely able to maintain at least a semblance of normality in the few hours each day she maintains her cover with her former teammates. Even after months of training and being made Raven’s person asswasher, a task she currently performed admirably, rubbing a loafer dangerously close to where it could get lost in her crack again, Jinx still couldn’t go a day without licking Raven’s sweat. Freely using her and Raven’s magic to hide, as well as the medical excuse of being her personal nurse, to get as close as humanly possible every minute of the day. It was fortunate that Jinx’s haywire luck powers and personal hang-ups made sure she wasn’t close to any of them, or this whole charade would’ve ended weeks ago.

Truthfully, Raven would’ve ended it weeks ago if she could. Turned herself over to the Justice League for judgment, where she would be rightfully imprisoned for her crimes. The guilt and shame of making Jinx her ass **** probably contributed to more than a few more pounds being added back there, making it even worse. Yet her body was this way from repressed lust. How do you get rid of repressed lust? You experience it. Every day, like she’s drip feeding water to a dying patient, because as has been previously established, if Raven gets too emotional, everyone dies. So it’s a balancing act. Constantly edging herself and taking smaller orgasms throughout the day to release as much energy as possible, but never too much. Never going crazy with it. Raven needs a partner for that. Magic is bullshit, as she’s hopefully repeated enough times and for whatever bullshit reason, masturbation doesn’t cut it.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason. Raven would freely admit her enjoyment of this might have something to do with getting **** on the little imp that caused this whole mess to begin with. It wasn’t long before the lathered suds and sweet rose-smelling soaps were rinsed and brushed from her skin. Jinx sneaking in plenty more kisses with enough tongue to count as licking in between. Raven wasn’t ready to leave yet. She slept all wrong now. On her stomach, and filled with wet dreams of hordes of people worshipping and masturbating to her ass. Covering her grey skin with white. Beast Boy transforms himself with a brand new cock based on any number of disgusting animals, like horses or dogs, for her to shove inside. Starfire uses her enhanced arms to slap at each cheek until they’re screaming red. Robin uses his gadgets like his shock gauntlets or his bo staff for more inappropriate reasons. Cyborg introduces his vibrating feature. Raven grunted as half-forgotten fantasies, all amplified by dark magic, twisted up her insides.

She needed this, and Jinx had a debt to her boy to pay. Raven leaned forward to touch her feet. Still flexible enough to do it even if she needed a few seconds now to properly let her weight settle. Then, without even needing to say a spell or chant to focus, her magic instinctively pulled back both her cheeks. The black tendrils splintered off to grab at Jinx’s arms, forcing her closer as if they had a mind of their own. Not that it was needed. They had done this dance long enough that Jinx was already drooling in preparation for what came next as she huffed Raven’s must with an appreciative groan. Then her tongue finally dipped down and started to taste at the exposed wrinkled hole.

Raven was still technically a virgin. Her other hole was strictly off limits until she could permanently cut Trigon out. She was not going to **** this bullshit on her kids. But like millions of other Catholics throughout history, Raven had found a workaround. Another part of her felt so much better than the few times she petted her kitten with her fingers. Raven let out another loud grunt as Jinx rimmed around instead of poking in like she wanted. Her greedy asshole offered no resistance to go deeper as it kept clenching, almost trying to grab at that offended digit and slurp it in. Jinx might’ve been a mindless ass **** now, but she kept her mischievous streak as she kept teasing. Now licking up and down along her crack while Raven pressed against the wall for support. The steam fogging the windows no longer came from the shower, but their bodies inside.

Finally, Jinx slid her thumb inside. The much thicker digit earned a sigh of relief from Raven. No lube needed between the water and saliva, as well as how much she had already stretched this part of her. Jinx’s thumb was almost sucked in; that’s how little resistance there was. Her other thumb soon joined in almost just as easily. Raven only shuddered a little when the thickest part of the two knuckles met and stretched inside her. Then, hooking each thumb on opposite sides of her walls, Jinx pulled her asshole apart. Stretching the hole and exposing it to the fresh air. Stretching deep enough that Jinx’s tongue could finally taste inside it. Exposing Raven’s cotton candy pink insides and how beautifully they clashed with her grey skin, as well as sending an explosive orgasm through her. That left her dizzy and needing to sit down before her vision cleared. Her power’s going haywire and cracking the mirror before settling.

The shower finally turned off, and the two sat in silence. Jinx sucked her thumbs clean and sent a particularly smug grin Raven’s way. Something Raven didn’t even bother mentioning as she caught her breath and stared at the imprint of her ass on the wall. Mentally doing some math by comparing it to the tiles in the room, which she knew were a foot across each. Sighing sadly at the results, Raven spanked her sides in frustration at how wet it made her. Seven tiles were fogged up. That was seven feet across. Her ass had to be even bigger than that since only the front of it hit the tiles. Raven had accepted she was bigger sideways than she was tall, but seven feet? That was big enough that a person could use her cheeks like a bed. Multiple people could use it like a pillow.

The whole slow, steady release of her sexy energy wasn't working. It’s only getting worse as her barriers are surrendering. Raven needed more. She was getting ****. Any bigger and soon she'll struggle to run, and there goes her hero career. She needs more release. She needs more partners. There’s a ritual she knows where multiple people can share the affliction of a curse. If she does that with enough people, then instead of dumping an ass just as agonisingly big on Jinx, it’ll only be the inconvenience of a couple more sizes. Of course, there’s a huge chance of this going horribly wrong. Freely sharing a lust curse between a group of people could cause it to go haywire and for each member to amplify it instead, as one body is **** to feel the effects of everyone else’s desire at once. Yet Raven was willing to take those chances. It was either this, or admit to the Justice League she’s a failure and get locked away in a hospital or prison as they try to find a rational cure to something that wasn’t. Raven needed a coven to help, and she certainly wasn’t going to risk her friends with her own issues. She needs either more villains to “convince” or she needs to call in some favours from her past.