Superman (Alternate)

Superman was flying across the skies of Metropolis with a smile on his face and joy in his heart. The skies were filled with puffy white clouds and the bright blue behind them almost matched his eyes. With the wind making his "S" curl wag and wave in the breeze, he felt on top of the world. The sun on his skin made him feel all the more powerful as his Kryptonian cells ate up the sunlight and fueled his powers. With his hearing and eyesight, Kal-El, last son of Krypton patroled the city he loved so much with a positive, unflappable attitude.

Suddenly, a small ruckus down by the docks caught his attention. In the shadow of the early afternoon light, among the towering shipping containers two thugs were banging on a massive padlock on one end of a smaller container. As Superman began his careful descent to observe the pair, he recognized one of them as Otis Berg, one of Lex Luthor's henchman. While he didn't want to judge a book by its cover, he knew from experience that if Otis was involved, Luthor was pulli g the strings.

Another loud bang echoed off the surrounding metal containers as a crowbar slipped from the awkward angle of the lock. Superman hovered about fifteen feet over the pair and cleared his voice, speaking firmly and without room for misunderstanding, "Gentleman. I don't believe the rightful owner of this container would appreciate the way you are damaging their property." With a start, the two men looked skyward, the skinnier of the two ran off, dropping his crowbar with a loud CLANG while Otis, used to Superman startling him, just lowered his head in defeat, setting his crowbar down and kneeling with his hands behind his head.

Just as Superman began moving to secure Otis, the broad-shouldered Kryptonian felt something slam into his back from under his cape. It hit him with such **** that he staggered in the air before falling like a brick to the ground. As he fell, Superman's hand flailed out grabbing the side of the same container he was trying to protect, destroying the lock and ripping open the doors with his powerful hands.

Turning around he saw that Otis' lanky companion had shot him with some kind of device that was still pinned to his back and making the Kryptonian weaker and weaker by the minute. "What have you done!?" Superman's voice was strained and full of tension. Glowing green light began flowing up his veins into his hands. Trying to stand up, Superman could only stumble. He tripped forward into the container and landed heavily on a fragile wooden container and found himself surrounded by ancient artifacts that seemed to come from the middle-east.

"Come ahn out Sooperman! We won't hurtcha." Otis chuckled to himself as he began moving towards the container with a crowbar back in his hand. With the rate Superman was deteriorating, that crude piece of iron would do far more damage than normal. He had to act fast.

Trying to stand up, and his vision beginning to swim, his hand brushed against a smooth metallic object. He was able to make it to one knee before he stumbled again. Standing in front of him from out of the darkness inside the container, stood a beautiful woman wearing a flimsy lavendar outfit that left very little to the imagination. With his vision growing dimmer by the second, he began to stumble and fall again. Before he could collapse, however, he suddenly found himself at the Fortress of Solitude with the Kryptonite device removed from his body. He looked up into the bright beams of sunshine that shone through the crystals of the Fortress and felt his strength return quickly.

Now that he was able to think and see more clearly, Superman looked around to see a curvy, gorgeous Arabic woman with purple eyes floating only a few feet from him with he arms crossed under her massive breasts. She had a mischievous grin on her face, along with a hungry, lustful look that made Superman a bit uneasy in the same way as Mr. Mxyzptlk did when he was around. Perhaps his unease came from the fact that he wasn't sure what had just happened.

"Um...hello Miss. I...uh...I'm not sure what just happened, but I feel like I owe you some gratitude." The Kansas farm boy in him wouldn't let him stop as he reached out his hand, offering it to the floating woman. "My name is Superman. Thank you for saving me back there...though I'm not sure how you did that..." his voice trailed off.

She just giggled, "Well, well, well...look at this prime piece of man meat the fates have served up for me." She took his hand and shook it gently. "My name is Inara...and in order to explain how I saved you, I should tell you a bit about myself." She floated effortlessly over to a nearby seat and lounged on it, deliciously presenting her body to the man of steel. "You see, I am an ifrit." She could sense Superman's confusion, "I'm a little bit genie, a little bit demon, and a lot of sin." She giggled wildly and appeared effortlessly in the broad-chested man's arms as if he had just saved her from some form of calamity. She could still see that her new victim still wasn't following her.

"Ok. So I grant wishes. Wishes of a lustful or sinful nature. You get seven of them." Superman opened his mouth to ask something, but Inara interrupted him, "No you can't just 'not wish'. In fact if you don't make a wish then I get to give you a penalty for every night that comes in which you haven't made a wish." She put her fingers to his lips and smiled, "...and trust me, I have several thousand millennia experience under my belt to draw on."

With a sparkle in her purple eyes, Inara relaxed into Superman's chest before adding, "Oh, and I know everything that's in that handsome upstanding brain of yours so I can use anything I want in order to penalize you." She walked her fingers up his broad muscled pectoral before booping his nose and purring at him, "Ready to make your first wish Super Stud?"