The queen of hearts (Reversed)

Having exhausted that avenue, Raven made her way back to the common room. Her arm dangled at her side, holding the stubborn artifact limply. She would let it be for now. Perhaps with a clearer head on the morrow she’d have a better idea of how to tackle it.

The common room and its inhabitants looked much the same as she had left it. Beast Boy was playing a game. Cyborg was still on his computer. Starfire was reading about something. Robin was getting some practice in with his escrima sticks. Terra was listening to some music with her eyes closed (though this was discerned partially by assumption, as only one eye was visible through her one-sided bangs).

“No luck?” Beast Boy called out without looking away from the gunfire on the big screen.

Raven debated internally whether she should respond, and with a wellspring of patience she didn’t know she had within her, found the energy to reply, “No.” She walked over to her engrossed friend and plopped down on the couch next to him. “Not as such.”

Beast Boy shot someone on the screen and then proceeded to get shot himself a second later. A fierce exclamation followed. With the game apparently over, he had more attention to spare for her. “Let me try it.”

“You? When did you find the time to become a master of the arcane arts in between ‘getting a better kay-dee-ey’ I believe you called it?”

“That’s what all the extra arms and eyes are for.” He shifted into a cross between an octopus and a spider, which would have been utterly horrifying if Raven wasn’t already used to much worse from both him and others. Having made his facetious point, he shifted back. “Come on, let me give it a whirl.” He transformed again, but this time into his impossibly cute puppy dog form. “Pwease.” Damn him.

“Fine.” She huffed. “Do what you want with it.” She lobbed it towards him. He transformed into a monkey and caught it with his tail. “Not like it’s going to do anything.”

“Sweet. Okay, magic stick, you and I are going to be best buds.” He shifted back into his regular old human form and hugged the stick to his chest. “Now to really test it.” He held the stick towards the screen and gave it a wave. “I wish all my teammates didn’t suck.”

Raven eyed the screen which was currently displaying the end results of his previous game. She wasn’t an expert by any means, but even she could tell that his teammates had ‘carried’ him to victory.

“Why’d you wish for that? They’re clearly doing a lot better than you.”

“It’s called a joke.” Beast Boy put his hands to his chest. “Oh, the terrible fate of a true artist, never to be understood in his own time.”

“Uh huh. And what makes you think it’s something as broad as a wishing wand? Magic doesn’t even work like that.”

“It can if you believe hard enough.” He stuck out his tongue, which dropped to his waste as he partially transformed into an anteater, before rolling back up. “Now, for reals. I wish… I wish you were my girlfriend.”

Raven blinked.

And then she laughed. Her boyfriend was so funny sometimes.

“Haha. Come on, wish for something that isn’t already real.”

“Why would I do that, when I’m already living the dream?” Oh come on. You can’t just pull a move like that. She snuggled closer to him.

“You smooth talker, you.” She nestled her head against his shoulder. She leaned her mouth to level with his ear and whispered, “Keep that up and we’ll have to go back to my room.”

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer, if that was possible. “It’s a date. Let me finish my game sesh though, if you don’t mind. Here,” he tossed the wand back at her, “yeah I’m not qualified for dealing with eldritch relics and all that. Maybe you should see about getting in contact with Zatanna or someone. Though I guess they’re probably busy with the whole dimension collision thing. Oh, did you hear? Robin finally got the okay from the league. We’re going to start patrolling again tomorrow.”

“That’s great.” She could use the exercise. As much as she enjoyed perusing tomes and hanging out with her boyfriend, there was always that lurking feeling of inadequacy if she didn’t get out and actually use her powers. Not that she was making up for anything. No, she had gotten over that particular hangup about her demonic heritage long ago. Now it was just the regular old feeling that she could be doing more, which was rooted in firm practical pragmatism mind you.

“Yeah.” He was already turning back to his game, which meant he was effectively lost to her for another hour or so. Sigh. Well, if he was going to be such a charming boor about it… she got up and walked slightly in front of his field of view, and then proceeded to bend over at ninety degrees. Her huge asscheeks jutted out from the thin leotard that clung between them for dear life. “Ungh.” She moaned as she stretched, watching her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye. And he wasn’t even looking at her. Double sigh.

She floated off in a pit of mild despair. That was the problem with making it official. She didn’t have the lure of a potential relationship to hook him with anymore. Still, at least the sex was good when they did have it.

Her idle floating led her to Terra. The blonde, sensing the presence, opened her eyes (eye?) with a silent question.

“Boys.” Raven simply said. Terra nodded. The geokineticist took one of her earbuds out and offered it the floating heroine. Raven nodded no, to which Terra simply shrugged and let it dangle at her side.

“Beast Boy being Beast Boy again? I don’t know what you see in him.” Terra didn’t hold back.

“He’s funny. Plus he’s got a huge dick if he wants to, if I want him to.”

“Fair. I guess. Though I’m not sure it makes up for everything else.”

Raven glared at her. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“What?” Terra had the gall to look affronted. “I’m just telling it like it is. He could act just the tiniest bit more mature, you know. If he spent half as much time training as he did playing games, he’d be four times more useful on missions. You’ve complained as much to me like just yesterday.”

“Look, I’m the only one who can say that because I’m his girlfriend.”

“Okay whatever.” Terra, clearly done, offered a half-hearted attempt at agreeing to disagree.

‘No, not whatever. He’s an amazing boyfriend.”

“Sure.” Terra put up her hands placatingly. “If you say so. Though he’s also your first. You could do with a bit more variety to compare with before saying it’s an objective fact.”

Raven looked dully at her.

Terra stared back.

“This is just because you’re jealous, right?” Raven tread into the unspoken waters with abandon. “Because Robin likes Star more than you.”

“Oh you didn’t just go there.” The ground began to rumble.

“I did. I’m just ‘telling it like it is’. And if you don’t like me commenting on your love life – or lack thereof, then maybe you could exercise a bit more empathy of your own.”

Terra curled her hands into a fist. She looked down and then her head slowly rose to meet Raven’s. After a few tense moments, her lips moved and she let out a breathless, “Bitch.”

“What did you just call me?”

“I called you a bitch, bitch.”

Raven, rather than casting any spell or resorting to a slap, pulled out the stick. She pointed it at Terra and wished silently.

—

“Bark. Bark.” Terraier padded across the floor. She reached her target, and with one fell swoop, picked up the tennis ball with her mouth. She wagged her butt happily and retraced her steps back to her owner.

“Good girl.” Raven pat her on her head, which was the ultimate reward for a job well done. “You’re such a good bitch.”

Terraier flopped onto her back and looked up at her owner. Raven leaned down and began to rub her belly. Oh that was the best. The very best! The blonde dog let out a satisfied yip.

“You were getting a bit testy as a human. But that’s why we left in Slade’s implanted dog trigger, didn't we?”

Terraier nodded excitedly with her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Catch.” Raven retreated her hand, which was sad and bad, but then she revealed that she had a tennis ball in her other hand which she promptly threw, which was good and great! Terraier flipped over and raced towards the thrown ball.

“Bark bark bark!” She cried out excitedly.

“Hey, can you keep it down? I’m trying to concentrate.” Beast Boy, still playing his game, called out.

“Of course.” Her owner replied dutifully. “Bad girl. Don’t be so loud.”

Terraier whined. She didn’t want to be a bad girl. She’d do her best to be quieter, but it was so hard when everything was so amazing and fantastic and she wanted to show her owner that she knew that!

“Now, sit.” She got up on her knees and sat dutifully. Quiet as a mouse. Oh! She’d love to chase a mouse right now.

“Hand.” Raven ordered. Terraier raised her paw (which was her hand be-gloved in a costumed mockup of a dog’s paw) to her owner. “Good girl. Here’s a treat.” Her owner reached into a pouch on her costume and pulled out a bone-shaped cookie. Oh! Her favorite. She opened her mouth wide and deftly maneuvered to catch the tossed treat in her mouth. She succeeded and then chomped down repeatedly. Delicious!

“Circle.” Oh, she knew this one. Terraier got up on her hands and feet and started to walk around in a circle. Simple enough. Especially because she really wanted to catch her tail buttplug, which was wagging extra hard from the vibrator humming along at max speed. She started moving faster and faster, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch it.

“Sit.” Terraier sat down again. She knew this one. Easy.

“Speak.”

Oh! This one was easy too. Terraier opened her mouth and complied to the best of her ability. “I’m a dumb doggy bitch. I love being a good girl for my owner.” Raven nodded, and Terraier took this as a sign to continue. “I can’t think of anything but obeying my owner’s commands. She’s trained me so well.”

“Good girl.” Raven tossed another treat which Terraier hastily gobbled up. “Now let’s see if this command is working. Attack.” She pointed at a pillow on the ground. Terraier’s focus zoomed in on it. She summoned stone from her backpack and encased her arms and legs in brick coats and then she pounced. She landed on the target and proceeded to pound it to a feathery pulp.

“Very good girl. You’re my little attack hound. I can understand why Slade chose you.” If she was human, she might have had a thought about dredging up past trauma, but all she could do was preen at her owner’s praise. The past didn’t really matter. What mattered was the present and pleasing her owner. She let the stone dust unravel back into her pack and enjoyed basking below her owner.

Raven took out a switch. “But I didn’t say to destroy it completely, did I? We’re heroes, not villains. No permanent maiming. Bad girl.”

Oh no. How had she not taken that into consideration? She was a bad girl. The worst. Terraier whined pitifully.

“A punishment is in order. Present.”

Okay, she could make up for it by taking it without whining any more. She turned around and pressed her face to the floor and lifted her ass up. She couldn’t see behind her, but she could feel with her connection to the ground as Raven walked forward to right behind her.

THWACK.

Ow. She could definitely feel the sting of the switch on her bare behind. As a dog, she didn’t wear any clothing but her collar, so her ass was always naked and ready for punishment. THWACK. Her own began counting out her strikes.

Three. Four. Five… Ten… Fifteen. After fifteen strokes, and her ass feeling incredibly raw, her owner had finally decided her punishment was done. She was a bad girl, but that was in the past. Now she could be a good girl for her owner again.

Her owner signaled that this was the case when she started caressing her ass with her hands rather than with a strap. Oh, that felt nice. Her owner’s hands were so soft and nice. Sometimes she wished she had soft human hands, especially thumbs, but those thoughts were just as quickly discarded. No use wishing to be anything other than what she was: a good girl!

Her owner kept on massaging her ass before eventually, finally, one of her fingers found its way into Terraier’s pussy (and wasn’t that funny that her pussy was called a pussy when she was a dog). Oh! That was so nice. She wanted to bark, to let her owner know that her dog loved this, but she had been ordered to be quiet, so she just softly mewled. That seemed to be sufficient, as an encouraged owner dove even deeper.

“Baaark.” She couldn’t help herself. She howled, just a little.

Her owner didn’t seem to notice. What good luck. Terraier resolved to be stronger for her owner. She grimaced in pleasure as her pussy was invaded with another finger, and then another after that. She felt so full, so complete. A dog and her owner joined as one.

“Good girl.” Her owner absentmindedly murmured. Her attention seemed to be fixated wholly on fitting her hand inside Terraier’s tight cunt. Her pussy was just for her owner; she hadn’t had any other owners before (and hopefully never would have any other owner than just this one).

Somehow, her owner managed to fit every last finger and thumb inside. This surely meant that Terraier was a good girl. After all, only a good girl would have a pussy so perfectly molded to her owner’s hand. She started gyrating her hips around the hand, to feel it rub against her inner walls, which only served to slick her cunt even further than the already drenched state it was in. She let out another muted whine. She was such a good girl. The best girl. This pleasure that her owner was giving her was the best treat for the best girl.

Raven began to moan as well. That meant she was doing an even better than normal job. Her pussy was giving her owner pleasure too! She started moving her hips even faster around her owner’s hand.

“Beg.” Her owner commanded.

She obeyed. “Please, owner, fuck me harder. I’m your puppy slut. I need you. I’d do anything to have you fuck me. You’re so strong and powerful and sexy and I love you. I’m yours to do with as you please. Please. Please. Please.”

“Good girl.” Terraier came. Her pussy clenched around Raven’s hand and started gushing out over it. Moments later, Raven came too. She couldn’t see, but Terraier knew simply from the howl of her owner. She closed her eyes in deep contentment. She could stay like this forever.

—

“Apologize.”

“Sorry, own-Raven.” Terra apologized, but she was a little dazed and wasn’t quite sure what she was apologizing for. Better to just say sorry and move on. “Didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”

“Apology accepted.” Raven stated imperiously before floating away. She liked to do that, to just end conversations abruptly. What a bra-confident person. Terra respected that in a girl. A woman should know what she wants and just take it without making a fuss or anything.

Like she had with her collar. Sure it was a bit alt punk, but she liked how it looked on her neck and she wasn’t going to let anyone tell her to just be normal or something stupid like that. Same with her dog-ear headband. It wasn’t the height of fashion, but it was hers. Her style. If someone didn’t like they could say it to her face or fuck off.

Speaking of which, she kinda wanted to fuck off right now. For some reason she was feeling really horny all of the sudden. She changed the current song to some hard-beating Eurodance and put her phone in her pocket. As the beat pounded her eardrums, she felt the heat rise in her center.

She got up and then wobbled. She looked down. Her fuzzy paw slippers were the same as ever. She just must be out of it. She found her balance and trotted out of the room.