Mark’s Multiversal Travel Log 1: The Utopian Difference

--Written with Cross C--

Mark’s Multiverse Log. Stardate: I don’t fucking know. Like a day since I got here.

Perpetual Paradise, huh?

The Utopian Parallel.

That's where I am.

I was giving Reed a lot of shit in my head but maybe the weirdo had a good plan after all.

A pair of hot Latina seeming superheroines totally saved my ass from a veritable menagerie of monsters that had apparently appeared at the exact same time I did. No doubt some final ditch attempt from my old universe to capture me, but thankfully these lovely ladies stopped that in its tracks. Skin-tight outfits in pink and white and white and blue respectively. Spandex molded to big boobs and clinging perfectly to curving hips and peach-like asses. Flying Brick-types with a side of magic-glitter beams and photon torpedoes.

Nice ladies.

Yet I can’t help but lament a little at how they would look if I could still touch them properly.

Elena would already be my pet if I still had my powers, walking around on all fours with a collar on. Amalia, too. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t have been THAT easy. Their costumes were all-encompassing from boots to finger-tip to neck. And I’d be hard pressed to come up with a reason to touch her face. My grasping, terrified fingers had managed that with Elena during the trip down but the connection never formed. Even in paradise I’m without my powers.

Anyway, they’d offered me sanctuary and clothes after only the briefest of questioning, the both of them shocked to learn I was from a different world. This truly was a bubble, the rest of the universe was apparently separated from it by a vast gulf of abyss that did nothing but spawn monsters and myriad dark forces to attack the Parallel.

Apparently the only person to come and go from this universe was their niece, someone who could travel the multiverse at her own will. They kept asking if I had the ability to punch the air to form stars too, whatever that means. Thankfully they didn’t keep up the questioning about me having powers and told me I could bunk with them until their niece came to town to drop me back in my proper universe… a week from today.

I can only guess that a full day has passed since I arrived in this strange place. It’s fucking hard to tell. With no sun, just a crazy tie-dye sky that provided a daytime's amount of light during one period of time but then left the world in shadow for the next with tiny pin-prick stars speckling the weirdly flowing nebula-like forms up there, there was no reason for this place to run on a twenty-four hour cycle. So ‘our niece will visit in a week’ means nothing, and my ticking clock is hard to read.

But I digress, I’m still explaining how great this place is.

I walked across the room and out onto the expansive balcony, shaking my head as I looked out over the edge. Elena and Amalia’s house was, I guess, this dimension's idea of an apartment building… or maybe it was a small town? It was like I was standing on the inside of a baseball stadium made up rows of concentric houses with their own expansive balconies, terraced all the way down to the vast park like ground below. There were gardens, a pool, a sandy excercise pit, and several partially covered areas that seemed like cafes and also classrooms. Large sweeping staircases descending between banks of apartments all of which were very open to the central space, many of the balconies set up like living rooms where many of the denizens seemed to spend their time.

And they were all women. As far as the eye can see. Every single one of the several hundred people I can see are of the female persuasion. A whole world of just women. Didn't even know what a male was. I still can’t believe they actually thought I was some sort of weirdly shaped girl. I could see a great variety of attractive females all over this place, just going about their varied business, living their lives in a very community-focused sort of way. My lovely lesbian saviors were both Latina seeming but there was an absolute plethora of ethnicities on display, even ones that were entirely new to my eyes.

Many wore their hair in intricate styles, some in dreadlocks, some short or longish, some shaved smooth and clean and bald. Most were barefoot, some wearing sandals, Though there were a fair number of women wearing the two-color futuristic full-body suits that Elena and Amalia had been decked out in, the majority chose to clothe and express themselves in the full variety of ways women did back home. Except uh... they generally wore... less...

I let out a snort. This place was certainly calming me down after losing everything. It helps my eyes naturally gravitated towards the organic shape of the pool below. Nothing but soft supple female flesh, jiggling tits, and finely shaped back-sides. Not one stitch of bathing-suit to be found. No nudity taboo apparently. Elena and Amalia had been totally happy to interrogate me in the middle of a field as I stood there full on dick and balls out.

What the hell was this, Reed? He'd said there were two options but this paradise of hot gullible women seemed purposely designed to make me give up on conquest and live out my days buried to my eyeballs in pussy. Hell, I probably don’t even need my powers to take advantage of these poor ladies! Was that that twisty oh so confident prick's true plan?

But that week deadline till the ‘multiverse traveling niece’ was still looming. I walked back inside the apartment. Architecture was different here. You could instantly tell you weren't on Earth. The rooms weren't made up of squares and rectangles, instead it was like they'd been carved out of the structure. There were no corners, the floors met the walls with smooth curves. There also weren't bed rooms. Elena and Amalia's sleeping space was the center point of the apartment, a round depression in the floor that was filled with a cushiony pad covered in pillows, sheets, and blankets. The kitchen, the bathroom, and a few other miscellaneous rooms were radially arranged around it, the large balcony seeming to be equivalent of a living room.

Very communally oriented these ladies were…

Thankfully there’s a big TV and a couch as well. Wouldn’t be paradise without it, I'd say. Though it only shows women fitness and cooking channels and weird quasi-religious services, so maybe I’m in hell? Whatever, the couch was too comfy to complain and they were letting me crash here.

The real goal is figuring out how to get my powers back.

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Mark’s Multiverse Log. Stardate: The next day.

It was just after dinner and the two heroes were back from their daily patrols. Dinner was a lovely loaf of bread that tasted like a perfect KFC drumstick (alternate universes are weird man)..

I came back out onto the balcony, “Um… where’s the… toilet?”

My eyes instantly feasted on the healthy set of mocha mounds on display as Amalia lounged against her wife's side upon the futon-like seating that lined one part of the balcony’s ledge. Having to spend so much time stuffed into those superhero suits of theirs while on patrol, both women seemed to prefer wearing very little when off duty. Amalia’s gauzy negligee was see-through which was perhaps why she hadn’t done anything about the fact that the breeze had uncovered nearly the entirety of her right tit.

Elena tilted her head up to look at me past her lover's tits, “You didn’t see it?”

“Noo…” I stared at the fine curvature of her hips and the swells of her ass as she lay on her stomach, her thin g-string swallowed by her well-rounded peach of a bottom. Both women seemed to enjoy coordinating their outfits. Loose see-through negligee and thongs. Blue for Elena and pink for Amalia. That was normal for them. Damnit Reed, you really put your thumb on the scale picking this place, didn’t you?

Elena set her book aside and floated up and over her lover to land on her feet rather than do anything so mundane as use her arms and legs to get up. She did walk as she moved over to me though, “Are you sure about that?”

I followed her back into the bathroom that contained mostly everything I recognized, mirrors, sinks, an expansive bath, several shapes indented into the walls which I knew would pulse up out of the way to reveal cupboard space and alcoves for their various items of beauty and bath accessories. It was all shaped weird and placed oddly even as it all looked like it had been carved out of the building rather than installed. But it was all recognizable. What was not recognizable, however was anything I would qualify as a toilet.

Elena walked right over to the weird water feature inlaid into the floor….uhhh… oh.

Seriously?

She turned to face me, cocking one lush hip out clad only in that arcing g-string and held her hand out over it.

“That’s a toilet?” It was just a long drawn out oval dug into the floor with a flow of rushing water from a hole at one end to the other.

"What does a toilet look like in your parallel?" asked Elena with bemusement clear in her voice.

"Well first, I told you... I lived on a big ball of dirt spinning around a bigger ball of hot gas, makes way more sense than this parallel shit you guys have got going on. And a toilet is... well, a seat that sits on a bowl of water that flushes, there's a back part that contains all the stuff that makes it work."

"That sounds needlessly complicated."

"Look, how does this even work? Seriously, show me." I tried to pulse my command to her as I looked into her eyes, emphasizing the words with my voice.

She raised an eyebrow at me, "I think you are being purposefully obtuse, Mark." She stepped over it and casually squatted down with her feet to either side, drawing the sides of the sheer negligee back, her fat teardrops jugs in full view and pressed and squeezed against each other as her arms moved down to smoothly peel her thong off and onto her thighs. And just like that, I was looking at her pussy, her pubic hair trimmed into a tight little spade.

I stared and after a moment let out an exaggerated, "Ohhhh…that's how it-"

A clear stream departed her folds to join the running water below.

"What are you doing?!" I asked, staring with amazement at the flow.

She rolled her eyes at me, "Relieving myself, a natural occurrence when one uses a toilet, as you well know."

Huh.

Now the million dollar question: Did she do that because my command hit through Reed's other sense idea or was this just another weird quirk of Utopian culture? Hmph. For all I knew, these ladies were content to pop a squat whenever they felt the urge. I'd have to watch the community from the balcony more closely, maybe catch a girl watering the lawn.

In any event, watching this poised beauty, this sophisticated superheroine casually relieving herself like a housecat in a litterbox tickled my libido. Reminded me of my poor lost Black Cat…

I felt that familiar tingle in my groin as my cock began to harden as the last droplets of fluid trickled from her hole.

When Elena finished, she very purposefully (she made sure to meet my eyes) let her weight fall forward. She caught herself with her hands on the floor in front of the 'toilet' and rolled her hips forward so that her pelvis hung low over the water near the front of the depression. A small fountain sprayed forth from the surface to briefly douse her vagina before it cut off and there was a similarly short blast of air from two sides.

My head was suddenly full of images of all of the hundreds of beautiful women I'd seen in this place performing this manuever as a matter of course daily. The desire to step around and take my proper place in that position was formidable.

"And I think you are being purposefully erotic, Elena."

With a bemused head tilt and brow furrow, she said, "I'm just showing you how to use the toilet, Mark."

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Mark’s Multiverse Log. Stardate: Time to ask where babies come from.

We were out on the balcony during the evening-ish tinted aurora borealis these Utopian ladies had for a sky and it was time for my big question.

"So… I've been meaning to ask but if you guys are all women, where do babies come from in this universe? I mean, obviously one of you guys gives birth to them. But how do you get pregnant in the first place?"

As they sat beside me on the couch, Amalia and Elena both gave me that, by now very familiar look: Patient but vaguely incredulous at my ignorance. Elena having more of the former while Amalia was definitely trending ever more the latter. She seemed to think I was playing a prank on her half the time now.

"Obviously, through The Demiurge." Was Elena's simple answer. Which wasn't actually all that helpful because around here that word was the answer to a lot of questions that started with what, why, who, or how. I’m honestly not sure what the deal is with that thing. Was it a god? Was it a weird god-ish thing like the ****? Was it an all in your head kind of religion where people tried to fit natural phenomena into some overarching schema? Or was it based on real entities like the Asgardians but who didn't actually care about their mortal worshippers?

“Well, I’d hate to get rude to two such welcoming guests…” I said, Amalia mumbling something in spanish that I could guess meant ‘hasn’t stopped you so far’, “But does that mean when you guys want to make a baby this Demurge, like, fucks you? Is it some perverted god or just one lucky futa?”

Elena frowned, looking utterly bewildered at my words, "I don't know this term… futa. But no, we don't have sex with the Demiurge, just as we don't have sex with a mountain or a forest glade…"

"...or the Creator of all, that which breathes magic of life into the one true place where stars are not chained or constrained! No!"

There was a definite 'blasphemy!' tone in Amalia's voice, shaking her head at me as she continued, "What does 'making babies' as you so crudely put even have to do with sex? Why would your mind even go there?! I think we need to take you for a visit to the Coterie to relieve your body if you're thinking about sex so much."

“Whatever that means, I’m in.” My response was instant, sue me, even as I tried to wrap my head around the non-sense the woman had just spouted at me. 2 plus 2 = purple? There had been plenty of little ways that my common sense born of an alternate reality had failed me. Like the fact that green was the color that communicated danger and that you should stop and red was just the opposite. Or that the concept of personal space was considered rude here (the reason why we three are currently sitting hip to hip to hip despite the plethora of available seating out on the balcony).

But sex not being the means of- well sexual reproduction?!

“But to explain myself, sex is how we make babies in my universe.”

They both seemed to ponder it, Amalia a little more grossed out about it then Elena. The latter tapping her chin, “Hm… the ultimate symbol of love to form new life? I suppose there’s something… poetic about that.” She said, earning a smile from her wife as they slid their hands together on Elena's lap, squeezing. An unspoken bond that I really was starting to get antsy over corrupting.

“Yeah… poetry n such.” I agreed half-assedly, “I guess you guys have it a lot less messy. Just send a form to your Demiurge man, easy peasy, eh?”

That… struck a different chord with them. Their smiles at each other turned to hurt frowns, looking sadly at each other before being unable to look at me properly. Amalia telling me in a quiet voice, “You’re not far off… but it is far from ‘easy peasy’...”

At my raised eyebrow Elena continued, “We were denied a child. Our work as protectors is too important to split our time towards child care. So the almighty Demiurge refused to bless us…”

Interesting. Very interesting.

Perhaps Ol Mark can help them more than they think. And what the Demiurge refuses to do…

But I can’t let them in on my plans just yet. Gotta look sympathetic to their plight.

“Sorry guys, guess that was estúpido of me to ask…” I said with a frown, trying to use whatever language I picked up from Mom’s old Spanish soap operas. Which seems to have worked as they’re smiling again.

“Nothing ‘estúpido’ at all, Mark.” Elena giggled, “You are from another universe, you’ve lost your home and way of life. I’m sure this place is strange, so don’t hesitate to ask of for anything, alright?”

I smiled back at her, also smiling at the slight uncomfortable smile that Amalia now wore. She was still wary of me. I was a stranger to her, and she seemed worried that Elena’s more trusting nature would bite them in the ass.

She was right to be scared. Demiurge as my witness, I will bite their thick Latina asses! Even if it kills me!

“Thank you very much.” I bowed my head, “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you guys have babies then?”

I really hoped they didn’t mitosis or some stupid sci-fi bullshit that meant these ladies didn’t have wombs. Goddamn did I wanna implant my own seed and take this world’s protectors for my own plans.

Amalia was a little somber still, but explained. “As I said, the Demiurge breathes new life into us. It is a magnificent ceremony. With only his words he takes the DNA of two, combines it above us, then floats it into our inner chambers to let the baby grow.” She smiled wistfully, stroking her bare stomach for the child that would never be. Don’t worry Amalia, I’ll make sure to give you babies for the rest of your life. ‘Inner chambers’ sounds way too much like a womb to not fill it with cum and hope for the best.

“Oh yes! The ceremony!” Elena snapped her fingers. “Caroline and Angelica are going through the conception ceremony in a few days! We should bring Mark along!”

Hmm, a very interesting concept. I could get a better read on who this ‘Demiurge’ fucker was while also getting to interact with more of these lovely Utopian babes…

Amalia was a little hesitant but clearly couldn’t stop her wife’s enthusiasm, nor argue with her logic. “If that is what Mark wishes, but it is a fairly dull-”

“I don’t mind! I would love to see how this universe works at such an intimate level. If I’m truly going home when your niece gets here then it would be best to get a sense for all aspects of it!” Me and Elena smiled at each other. Amalia’s stomach pit of worry probably growing evermore as we got along.

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Mark’s Multiverse Log. Stardate: Man, quit asking. It’s like 9:45 in the morning.

So, my powers.

Reed alluded to it back before I left, but apparently they’re to do with ‘making a connection’ to my targets. It sounds crazy but I’ve kind of… felt it, before. Sometimes when I was looking at the love in Ororo or Jean’s eyes… even if I wasn’t touching them it felt like I could still command them. I thought it was just my lingering will on their psyche’s but maybe it was this whole ‘using my other senses’ thing.

I ain’t a scientist, but these are my powers so I guess I’m most qualified to give a weird explanation. If I had to guess the way it works, I need to make a link from my brain to theirs. That’s easiest with skin to skin contact. Grab a hand, link brains, bada-bing-bada-boom new ****. But brains aren’t a simple thing, so maybe if I can form that connection through other means it’ll bypass this shitty spell that asshole Strange put on me.

And I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.

I haven’t ordered Elena or Amalia to do anything yet. I’ve spent the last couple days just setting up the groundwork.

The easiest two senses are obviously sight and hearing. The more I interact with the two amazonian latinas, the more I can feel that connection growing. So I’ve been a real pain, not leaving them alone, having them show me around the town, insisting I ‘be nice and help them with the grocery shopping’. That kinda bullshit. Anything to help our brains form the mental link I need.

Weirdly, the issue is finding the boundaries. I can’t push past them if they’re cool with everything, but paradise is so freeing that I dunno where the line is. I ask for candy? I get it. I wanna join the naked ladies at the pool? Coming right up! Even hugs aren’t out the realm of requests, though more with Elena than Amalia. She’s a little more skeptical of me, worried about something whenever she looks in my direction but too sweet to tell me. She’s stopped me from going full ham on conquest of this place honestly. Despite their customs regarding nudity and personal space, she won’t even let me sleep with the two of them in their bed… which is frankly weird, but also good. I got at least one boundary to work with.

And to do that I’d need to get right into their senses.

Every day they left for patrols, I would a) work out and b) jerk off. Crazy, I know. But here’s the plan. For starters, jerking it calmed me down. No one here knew what a penis was and I didn’t want to freak them out so they started asking me things. Second, after I was done I would wrap up the cum I unloaded into a sock or towel or whatever I could find and hide it in a secret place of a random hamper they never use. Then I’d work out and do the same thing with my sweat. It was tough but these things take effort.

So when they got back their apartment STANK.

“Oh sorry about that,” I’d laugh as they floated back in through the window. “Was really getting my sweat on, it’s really important in my universe.” I explained, Elena nodding but Amalia grimacing slightly at the smell. “Hopefully you… enjoy the smell.”

It took a moment but Amalia shook her head. “Go shower, please.” She said while pointing towards the bathroom. I wasn’t discouraged, even as I plodded to their bathroom. That connection is getting stronger, I can feel it.

Besides, I couldn’t be too upset. My target wasn’t Amalia today.

Before I went to the bathroom I circled round to my secret hamper. Shoving multiple crusty cum socks and sweaty towels under my shirt quickly. Waiting until Amalia went to sit at her usual spot by the balcony, I got to corner Elena in the kitchen. She sniffed me on my approach, laughing out, “Dios mio Mark. You really do need a shower!”

I nodded, letting my smell overcome her. Fill her sinuses. Making that connection as strong as I possibly fucking could before quietly asking her one question.

“Sure do. Wanna join me?”

My breath held, my pulse a million, this would prove I can still use my powers at all… all while this nice lady tapped her chin in thought.

And she said the two most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.

“Yeah, alright.”