Throne of Cards

The problem, Mumbo supposed as he reclined on his throne of cards, was that he was deathly afraid of going back. And there were so many ways that could happen. He couldn’t even bear the thought for long before turning to other more pleasurable pursuits, but it still lurked there, like an ever-present bit of food stuck in his teeth.

He stood up and looked back at his throne. The backrest was the queen of hearts, as portrayed by that red-headed cellist. She performed the regal role admirably, though she didn’t really have a choice, stuck as she was in the card frame and frozen for all time theoretically.

One way, one possible way was that his new activities were discovered by a particularly troublesome group of superheroes, perhaps the Titans, perhaps some group native to this new dimension, and inevitably, he would lose, either because his new powers weren’t potent enough, or some inescapable personal failing that secured his own defeat. For the latter, best not to think about it too much. For the former, well, hmm, perhaps some caution was in order.

He waved his wand and the throne room bedecked with jewels and rabbits and hats and wands and all the various accouterments of his magical profession disappeared, returning the room to its banal previous self, including the inhabitants.

A little experiment.

“Martin? Are you okay?” A success. He had wanted to see if he could affect their minds as he had their bodies, returning them to the point before he had transfigured his desk.

“Better than ever, my dear. Don’t you think it’s exciting, this whole dimension mixing phenom?”

“I suppose.” The musician seemed unsure. He waved his wand. She blinked, and then gave him a wide smile. “No, you’re right. It’s amazing! Anything could happen!”

“Of course I am.” He smiled in turn. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a show to attend.”

She nodded aimlessly, her head filled with the sheer possibility inherent in their new world. He swirled his cape and turned around in a flashy exit. The fact that no one had commented on his new attire because that was what he had always worn, at least in their minds, was but another sign of his newfound prowess.

He left the main room and then with a wave of his wand, teleported back to his apartment. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it had, and that in of itself was amazing, wondrous, splendiferous. He wasn’t sure exactly what the imp had done, but if he ever met him in person, he’d be sure to shake his hand. From one magician to another, there was no greater gift than the gift of magic (even if it had been accidental).

He looked at his apartment, and before he could even think about its sorry state of affairs, he waved his wand and transformed it into a glitzy backroom dressing room.

“Oh, dear. Your complexion needs some work.” A female Mumbo in heavy makeup started peppering his face, causing a dust cloud to appear. Mumbo coughed and waved his hands, and before him in the mirror was his sparkling blue skin. Young as the day he first started practicing magic as a hobby.

“Mumbo, Mumbo, you’re in the big leagues now.” A heavy-set Mumbo with a towel around his neck was giving him the pep speech as Mumbo sat in the corner of the ring. “Villainy is ninety-percent mental, ten-percent physical. You have to get your head in the right mindspace.”

*Ding*

“Go get ‘im, kid.” The bell rang. Mumbo stood up and put up his dukes. The Mumbo across from him was dressed in blue and red spandex, twice his size, and had a giant M on his chest. The other Mumbo roared and lunged towards him. Mumbo dodged to the side and through the ropes. He tagged his partner in.

“I’m not made out for this kind of stuff, coach.” Mumbo heaved ragged gasps of breath. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

The coach Mumbo whirled in a circle and transformed into a professor Mumbo, attired in a scholarly robe and tortoiseshell glasses. He tapped his chalk against the blackboard.

“It’s all simple mathematics. One plus one equals two, and me plus magic equals trouble.”

Mumbo’s head grew five sizes and exploded in a shower of confetti. “That didn’t help at all.” He picked up a piece of confetti. It was real, or fake, or whatever it was Mumbo supposed it didn’t matter at this point. It was what it was.Still, if he had to put a name to it, it was a cartoon, a show, imagination made manifest. And he could play it safe, never use his magic again, never risk that trouble, that possible loss, but not really. There was no world, no dimension, in which that would be the case.

A hand rested on his shoulder. Long and slender blue fingers massaged his neck. A Mumbo rested her head on his shoulders. “Mumbo-dearie, this isn’t a solo performance. Let’s put on a show to end all shows. All the world’s our stage and we’re the master of ceremonies.”

“And what better place to start than where it ended?” Mumbo answered his own unspoken question.

—

The Titan’s T-shaped tower stood tall and proud, an unflagging symbol of hope and determination. And now, it was needed more than ever.

“Official word from the league is to hold steady. They’re contacting the other dimension’s counterparts. Multiverse protocol is in effect.” Robin relayed the relevant information to his team. They were older now, with new and different problems from when they had first started out all those years ago, but the bonds between them remained unbroken and to his quiet happiness, he still had their trust.

“Glorg?” Starfire offered some of her jello to the team. Only Beast Boy took her up on it, diving into his plate with wild abandon.

“Nothing unusual so far.” Cyborg was at his terminal, checking the local readings. It had been a rather contentious affair, getting the city to agree to his surveillance proposal. And not that he could blame them — well okay he could a little, but he had managed to politic his way through for just such situations like this where the slightest bit of intel could mean the difference.

Raven was meditating, floating in the air. Her eyes were closed and all that could be heard from her was a gentle hum of focus. She had long ago trained herself to disregard any of her teammate’s eccentricities or distractions. The leylines of the world opened up to her, and as expected, they were gnarled and enmeshed with strange and unfamiliar roots of magic.

“Magic’s wrong.” She announced tersely. The rest of the team nodded sagely.

Terra for her part was content to simply continue her daily workout regimen. It wasn’t like she had anything to contribute in terms of mysticism. It was best simply to prepare herself mentally and physically for the trouble she knew was coming.

“For the next seventy-two hours, I want us all to be ready for anything, and I mean anything.” Robin paced in front of the team. “I know I don’t have to say this, but this could be unlike anything we’ve ever done before. Just think about all the villains we’ve dealt with and multiply it by two.”

“There will be more heroes too!” Starfire chimed in.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy cheered on the thought between mouthfuls.

“Yeah~!” Mumbo sung in a falsetto.

“Oh, Mumbo, when did you get here?” Starfire asked while cleaning dishes in the sink.

“Just arrived, but I’m raring to go. Let me at ‘em!” He put up his fists and shadowboxed the air.

“Whoa, slow down there. Hmmng.” Terra completed another rep. “We’ll go when we get a mission.”

“Got it toots.” He gave her finger guns, literally, though all that happened when he fired was a little flag with a “bang!” written on it coming out. She just scoffed, continuing to lift the weights.

For some reason Raven couldn’t put her finger on, Mumbo was especially distracting to her today. She was used to his antics, certainly. He wasn’t too different from Beast Boy in most respects, but for some reason he was making it hard to concentrate. That and the itching sensation in her chest. Ugh. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it, and thinking about thinking about things was the worst way to go about meditation. She mentally hunkered down and sent her mind down the astral pathways.

“How’s the news handling it?” Terra asked. Cyborg obligingly turned on a set of ten different screens with various news stations. He had their feed transcribed and analyzed by algorithms of his own design for his own usage, but sometimes you couldn’t compete with analogue.

On the screens, scenes of various talking heads discussing, analyzing, reporting on the initial findings and interactions of two different dimension’s peoples was proceeding apace. At first glance, the placement seemed random; a second glance didn’t amend that thought. Cities, villages, towns, countries, everything was mixed up with everything else. A logistical nightmare at the very least, and a political and sociological disaster according to the basics of human nature. Jump City was lucky in that it had survived mostly intact. Other cities weren’t so lucky. Metropolis, for instance, looked to be split into hundreds of different neighborhoods around the globe.

“Fuck.” Terra swore. Starfire turned around from her chore and gave the geomancer a harsh glare. It didn’t phase the blonde, who swore again, “Fuck me.” She knew it wasn’t good to worry, but she wasn’t shy about assessing the situation.

“Yeah.” Robin settled down on the couch. “It’s not going to be pretty. The League and this ‘Avengers’ are doing their best to take control, but it’s all chaos right now. I’m sure we’ll be called in to deal with some of the bad actors looking to take advantage of that soon enough.”

Raven was struggling. The enormity of the events and the constant itching was proving to be too much. She opened her eyes and stopped her floating to alight on the couch in her usual spot next to Mumbo. She looked down at her chest to see if there was anything unusual, but it was just her normal D cup breasts on display. She made sure to keep at least the top half of her gray-skinned boobflesh visible at all times. There wasn’t a rash or anything so she was confused about why it felt so odd.

“The League has had dealings with Mxyzptlk before.” Robin broached the relevant info. “Mostly he’s kept his trouble to Superman, and it’s largely been smaller-scale trouble. Villainy of this scale is not his usual modus operandi.”

Raven thrust her DD cup boobs out. This pose was more comfortable for her. Plus, she enjoyed showing off her body. It was hardly unusual. Most superheroines and villains alike enjoyed flaunting what they had. It was half a demonstration of the work they put into their bodies as part of being physically fit for duty, and half, if she had to put words to it, an exhibitionist thing. She liked people looking at her, admiring her. Superheroing was hard, sometimes thankless work, and getting that appreciation where she could was part of the just rewards she earned.

“Nice tits.” Mumbo complimented her.

“Thank you.” She nodded her head and raised her hands to jiggle them a few times as a show of thanks. At least Mumbo, unlike the other boys, wasn’t shy about this kind of thing. It wasn’t like they were kids anymore.

“Ahem.” Robin cleared his throat. “Like I was saying, Cyborg, can you see if there’s any information about this third dimension variant? I know the League info has nothing on it, but I’d still like to exhaust every avenue.”

“On it, boss.” Cyborg, without looking up from his terminal, started a series of bots to crawl the web. He didn’t expect any results, but it didn’t hurt.

Raven for her part was feeling a bit anxious. Unusual, given her normal stoic demeanor, but these were unusual times. So she naturally shucked the skin-tight black spandex from her DDD tits and kneeled in front of Mumbo.

“Oh, a tit-job this early in the morning?”

“Yeah, don’t make a big deal out of it.” She reached towards the belt on his black trousers, undoing the clasp. She pulled his pants and underwear down and was greeted with a blue dick. Ah, this was what she was missing. Her tits needed to be used, otherwise she started getting antsy. She lifted her E cup tits and placed them around his member. He let out an appreciative moan, which she took as an invitation to rub her tits up and down his cock.

“Oh that hits the spot. Haven’t felt like this in forever.”

That was strange. She had just done this yesterday, hadn’t she? She supposed he was just being metaphorical. Maybe she was doing an especially good job today. While this was for her benefit, she did like to help her teammates as well.

She kept rubbing her tits, making sure to keep a steady rhythm to not let up on her ministrations and keep his cock in a perpetual state of excitement. Raven liked to think of her tits as a sort of ad-hoc pussy for Mumbo to enjoy, and it was like she was riding him up and down. The extra sensitive nerve endings in her tits helped her enjoy the act too. It did feel like a cock was fucking her.

“Mmmng.” She moaned as well. “Mumbo!” She cried out his name. He liked that. Boys in general appreciated that sort of acknowledgement during sex. Some sort of psychological reason probably.

“I’m close.” He was so kind to let her know. That was what she appreciated about Mumbo, over say Beast Boy. While he was a bit of a jokester, he always treated her with the respect that she deserved. Since he was getting close she made sure to close it out strong. She rubbed in her cyclical rhythm at an increased, almost furious pace. She needed to use her tits to make him cum. Up, down. Her giant tits rubbing and massaging his dick like her life depended on it.

“I’m cumming.” He yelled. She nodded and withdrew her tits and thrust them out again. She needed to let him use her tits as target practice. Part of his own training was being able to accurately splatter her tits with his cum. A moment later his big blue dick erupted in a shower of cum, spraying the totality of her breasts with the white sticky substance.

“Ah.” She let out a satisfied sigh. That was the stuff. It felt so nice to have his sperm coating her tits. It was like a second, warm skin. The great thing about his cum was that it didn’t cool down like others, so she could wear it all day. And in fact she did. She made sure to spread it across her skin evenly, applying an even layer of white gloss. And then once that was done she reached down to pick up her suit. She put it on, squishing the cum in between the spandex and her skin. Ah. Perfection. With that she was finally ready to start the day in truth.

Mumbo looked at her with a glint in his eye. “You know, I could get used to this hero business.”