Royal Pains!

This new sensation of flying still unnerved Clark. With his new feathered wings outstretched, all he had to do was flap his new limbs, and he would be propelled high and forward just as fast as he would have been using his powers to fly. His arms and legs were tucked in against his belly, and his tail, a rudder, helped him navigate mid-flight. Even though it was utterly alien to him, it also felt natural, like a life skill buried long ago in his subconscious.

Turning his head to look behind him with his longer neck, he found Diana, now a dragon-like creature herself, still following him. At least she WAS still following him. When he saw her in the city streets, she was completely savage, attacking anything that moved, including him on sight… It was a tough fight trying to calm her down. Until it led to other things, things that made him growl under his breath and close his eyes to try and forget the experience lest it lead to something he’d be unable to control again.

He felt ashamed and disgusted with himself. Indirectly, this was all his fault. Yes, Faora-Ui may have brought the crystal back with her from the Phantom Zone, but it was he who didn’t have better precautions in place for when she would rematerialize in the physical plane. He was too trusting, and because of that, he and his cousins couldn’t take a step out into the open sunlight without turning into monsters. Monsters that… Did unforgivable things to each other. It still gnawed on his heart like a vice.

Turning his gaze to look forward again, Clark opened his eyes and exhaled, releasing a low grumble from his throat. For NOW, at the very least, he was in control of himself. He remembered who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.

He had lost his self-control trying to contain his friend, leading to the two of them having sex in the middle of the ruined intersection. Would that happen again? Even when he wasn’t in this form, his self-control had been shattered. And he wasn’t the only one dealing with that. He worried for Kara and Karen back at the fortress of Solitude. By now, they were probably going stir crazy worrying about him.

Seeing dusk up ahead and the sun setting behind him, he wagered they had made it to the coast of Madagascar. Repositioning himself to descend, he looked behind him to find that Diana was following him down. The moment they landed, the gentle impact still sent a tremor through the trees, startling the birds into flight. Looking around, he found it was on a forested cliff, with the sun setting to the west. Folding his wings to his sides, Superman turned, walking on all fours to see Diana land in front of him and fold her own wings to rest behind her.

“Diana… I’m… not… Sure if… You…” Not letting him finish, Clark was surprised when Diana approached to nuzzle him, licking up his neck and pressing up to press against his body.

A low purr escaped her snout as she continued to nuzzle him affectionately. The act affected Clark as he tried to steel himself again. Not wanting a repeat of what happened in Washington. Looking over the horizon, he spotted the sun finally setting and night falling over the island. Once it got dark, he had no idea how long it would take to change back. For now, though, Diana was not dangerous. Lying down on the grass below him, Diana quickly did the same and leaned over to press against him, her horned head nuzzling under his chin. To any onlooker, the two would have looked like a pair of cats lounging together. It was already a few minutes after the sun had set, and Clark feared whether they’d change back or not.

Then he felt it. A sudden sense of vertigo and a deflating sensation of exhaustion sighed out of him as if he were holding his breath this entire time and finally exhaled. Breathing in sharply, he tried to stay awake for the whole of the process as his and Diana’s bodies shifted and changed, shrinking down like a pair of balloons being emptied of air while their bodies changed back. Looking down at his claw, he could see the fingers shift, and the talons return to being fingernails. The thick coat of black fur was disappearing, and his wings and tail receded into his body.

And he wasn’t the only one. Next to him, Wonder Woman had collapsed into slumber while her body returned to normal, her fur, wings, and tail retracting back into her body as she regained her human form. When it was all finished, Superman and Wonder Woman were both left naked on the grassy hill, where Clark moved to lean against a tree and prop up Diana so that she’d be comfortable when she awoke.

“Okay… The easy part’s over.” Nodded Clark. “Now comes the hard part.”

***

Back at the Fortress of Solitude…

“Aww… by Rao, I’m so hungry!” Complained Supergirl, leaning back in her seat as she gently massaged her swollen middle. It had only been an hour, and already the young woman looked full-term, cradling a swollen orb the size of a volleyball where her trim, flat stomach used to be. The robotic staff of the fortress of Solitude had been catering to the mother to be, offering her food and drink she hastily grabbed and brought to her mouth to bite into.

Ever since her accelerated pregnancy had crept up on her, Supergirl had been delirious with the rush of hormones flooding her system, driving her appetites to almost manic levels. Since she had started eating, her belly was not the only thing that had grown. Her thighs and hips had grown vast and thunderous in their girth, turning her once frilly skirt into one that threatened to be skin-tight on her. Speaking of skin tight, her blouse clung together desperately to her expanded bust, if only to try and contain them lest they burst free. The fabric of her white and red ‘S’ was moist and caked with mother’s milk as her new assets rivalled her head in size. A small part of her was smug with pride at that… Had it not been for her rampant food cravings and raging libido.

“He should BE here!” Pouted Kara, taking a bite of her offered sandwich and downing a tall glass of milk to go with it. “He should be back by now! Tending to my sore back, my aching sides, and the burning heat blooming in my…

“He should be FUCKING me!” Wailed Karen, sitting across from the blonde, panting with a sheen of sweat on her brow. Ripping open her skin-tight costume to free her pregnant belly, she discarded her gloves to feel the taut skin and tried to reach down between her legs and heft at her expanded chest. “Hnnngh… This is ALL his fault! He went and knocked us up and didn’t stay behind to fulfill our needs?”

“I can see him filling MY needs.” Huffed Supergirl, biting her lower lip as she tweaked one of her nipples behind the fabric and was rewarded with a new stain on her shirt. Feeding me, pampering me… Plowing me like a fucking ani…”

A guttural cry from Faora distracted the two to find her still where she was nearby. Prone on her back, surrounded by the rags of her ripped and torn clothing, while pawing at her expanded curves and swollen pregnant belly. Whatever the woman was going through, the two emphasized greatly.

“That does it… Come here…” Karen relented, getting up from her seat and peeling off her clothes as she clumsily waddled over to Supergirl and sat down next to her. Their faces flushed as Karen reached for Supergirl’s ruined top and gently pulled it up over her doppelganger’s head and flung it across the room.

“What are you… Mmmph!” Pulling the woman close, Karen embraced her in a passionate kiss, pressing up closer until their chest and bellies made contact. Overwhelmed but not fighting back, Supergirl leaned in and reciprocated the kiss, letting her hands reach out to feel the older woman’s larger breasts and wider thighs.

For minutes, the two made out, intimately, hungrily, moving up closer as they growled in each other’s mouths when they broke for air with a trickle of saliva between their panting lips.

“M-more!” Kara husked, capturing her older self in another kiss.

***

Slowly stirring awake and sitting up to find she was someplace she didn’t recognize in the middle of the night, Diana groaned in discomfort and reached up to rub the headache from her brow.

“By Hera… What happened to me? Where am I?” Diana asked aloud, then looked down to find she was unclothed. “And why am I naked?!”

“Good, you’re awake.”

She heard a familiar voice behind her, getting to her feet to find the man of steel in the same state and predicament as her. Save for a bundle of tropical plant leaves woven around his waist to make him decent, and a bundle of fruit in his hand. But apart from that, he seemed changed, different. For one, he appeared more muscular and more hairy than usual. She knew adult men had significantly more hair than most women, but Clark looked like a wild man, with hair growing on his arms, legs, and chest; even his face looked unkempt, with a thin beard beginning to form.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry when you woke up. When it happened to me for the first time, I didn’t…”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!” Diana accused, immediately storming the man and pinning him against a tree with her arm, forcing Clark to drop the bundle of fruit he offered. “HOW IS IT THAT I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT…”

Looking down at her arm, she noticed something that alarmed her, then let her friend go, clenched her fists, and began breathing to calm herself.

“My bracelets of submission. They are missing.”

Getting to his feet and picking up the food he meant to share, he offered her what looked like a grapefruit, which Diana snatched from his hand and quickly bit into to taste the juicy citrus. Feeling calmer, Diana looked at Superman and tried to ignore her nudity for now.

“We amazons wear bracelets that suppress our tempers and passions, in an attempt to know clarity in the submission of love. Without them… Or center of control runs wild, it becomes difficult to maintain inner peace so that we may practice peace without.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry for startling you; they probably snapped off when you outgrew them.”

“Outgrew them?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and taking another bite.

“The creatures you’ve been dealing with this entire time. The ones that rampaged across the Pacific and disappeared without a trace, that was…”

“That was YOU!” Throwing her grapefruit to the grass at her bare feet, Diana marched towards Clark and had him press back against the tree with an accusing finger at his chin. “You were the monster terrorizing the Earth! How could you?!”

“IT WAS FAORA!” Clark blurted out, causing Wonder Woman to pause. “Kara, Karen, and I were reviewing her parole from the phantom zone when she brandished a shard of kryptonite she found in that reality. We didn’t know what would happen, but when she made to flee, we all blacked out. It wasn’t until very recently that we found out that the crystal had changed us. Changed you.”

Still looking furious, Diana breathed hard as she tried with all her might to remain calm.

“We have her back at the Fortress of Solitude, but… Kara… She bit you, I think. Pass on what we had become onto you.” Clark winced, feeling Diana press up against him, her eyes narrowing. “I wasn’t sure you’d be okay, so I came to try and…”

“You came to help me…” Diana’s eyes and demeanour softened. Her lips pursed when she saw the man nod.

“When we first changed, we had no memory of anything we did, we just woke up scared and confused, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything you’d regret… mph!”

Without warning, Wonder Woman pulled the man close into a passionate kiss, looping her arms around his shoulders as she tried to meld her chest and waist against the man she was making out with. Without thinking, Clark lowered his hands to her waist, rewarded with another pleasant moan into his mouth by the Amazon princess as she allowed him to turn around and press her against the tree. Swooning, she wrapped her legs around his body, pulling away from the kiss only briefly enough to push Clark’s face into her chest and lean her head back to sigh.

“By APHRODITE, I need you! TAKE ME!” Pulling him in for another kiss, Clark could no longer control himself as he positioned himself into her and thrust into her inviting pussy, the act making Diana gasp and swoon as she kissed him more passionately, her fingers raking down his back as she felt him buck and thrust into her, the amazon grinding back into his crotch as she felt her heart pound in her ear drums. At that moment, Diana’s eyes went wide, and she keened out in orgasm when Clark went rigid and came hard into the woman. Pulling him in for another kiss, she locked her legs around him to keep him from pulling away, frozen in their embrace for several minutes.

When she released her grip on the man, the two continued to pepper each other in kisses, and she turned around, presenting her heart-shaped rear to the man. Without another word, Clark entered her again, hearing her gasp with a smile as she pulled him close to make out with him again as he claimed her from behind. Sweat slick and feeling her breasts wobble from his aggressive thrusts, Diana leaned back and panted for air.

“M-more! MORE! I’ve never felt so… Take me! CLAIM ME AS YOURS!”

“HNNNNGH!”

Birds flew off in a start from Diana’s scream of passion as she reached a second climax, pulling Clark close to her as much as physically possible as her strength left her. Kissing and nuzzling the man fervently until her passions become slow and more sensual. Collapsing to the ground, the two breathed hard with Clark on his back and Diana rolling on top of him to rest her head over his chest, swooning as she traced circles over his hairy chest with her finger.

Finally feeling calm, Diana propped herself up by her elbows, staring dreamily down at the man of steel, when a thought crossed her mind.

“You said I was bitten… by Supergirl?”

“Huh… Y-yeah… I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t think I was the only one.” Sitting up, Diana scratched her fingers through her hair, trying to concentrate through the wild passions still coursing through her. “When we fought her… When she was out of control, it was I… and…”

***

**** gasps and moans echoed out of the royal bedchambers. The sheets were strewn across the floor, abandoned, while the bed rocked aggressively back and forth. Clutching at the bedframe with both hands and her long red hair flowing wildly in the waters around her, Mera wailed, her legs wrapped around her lover’s waist as he pounded into her again and again. The seas around them churned like a maelstrom from all of Arthur’s thrusts into his queen.

Mera could only flutter her eyes and barely recall what led to the two of them swimming to their personal quarters in such a passionate embrace.

When her king, the Aqua Man, was brought to her people after facing off the strange monsters that had been attacking the surface dwellers, her best healers and mystics were somewhat surprised to find his injuries healing rapidly. In almost no time at all, the gnarled wound in his side was gone save for some discolouration. She was pleased to see him reinvigorated after he rose from the bed at their city’s medical center, and she embraced her husband, much to her surprise, leading to a passionate kiss that left her smiling.

He insisted he had to return and help his friends apprehend the beast, but Mera put her foot down and ordered him to rest and recover. On their way back to the palace, Arthur grew increasingly passionate toward Mera, leading to moments of intimacy that trailed toward their personal quarters.

That was over an hour ago…

An hour of wild, aggressive, hip-straining sex that had left the woman panting and gasping for air when Arthur finally relented with one final release, collapsing on top of her and gently kissing her chest and neck as she pulled him up to embrace and make out with.

“By… By the ocean TIDE!” Mera gasped, her toes still curled as she clutched Arthur close to her. “What brought up this passion in you?”

Rolling onto his back next to her, Mera was then the one to roll over on top of her husband. The two were still naked and glistening in the water.

“I… Don’t know…” Aqua Man chuckled, feeling Mera nuzzle at his chest. “I guess… Coming back from a life-or-**** situation… Set my priorities.”

“Hmm… You’ll get no complaints from me…”

After several minutes, the two embraced in bed, tired and sated. Breathing slowly in post coitus bliss for several minutes until Mera finally separated from her king and got up to her feet from the bed. Propelled herself towards the mirror to look herself over, Mera sighed with an exhausted but pleased look on her face at her dishevelled reflection. Her hair was unkempt and all over the place. What little makeup she wore was smeared from all the kissing and making out and just… Biting occurred. Leaning her head back and pulling a few strands of red hair away, she winced at the bite mark on her neck Arthur had given her during their more passionate bouts. He even bit her hard enough to break skin, drawing blood… Though with how her fingers traced over the wound, there was hardly a mark now.

Whatever thoughts she had on the matter evaporated when she felt her husband press up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, making her sigh and lean back, where her lips were captured by him again.

“AGAIN, my love?” She gasped, feeling him kiss her shoulder and up her neck. “You are insatiable!”

“Only when it comes to you.” Noticing the fading signs of the bite mark he gave her neck, he put extra emphasis on kissing that spot, causing her to smile and laugh, playfully swatting him across the shoulder. “Sorry for hurting you.”

“Honestly, did you think to mark me as yours like some shark in estrus?” Turning around, she pulled Arthur close into another embrace, kissing him deeply.

Their moment of intimacy was cut short by a knock at their bedroom door. Leaving the two of them to look in shock and scramble for their attire amongst the pile of bedsheets on the floor. When they managed to get themselves fully dressed and presentable after several minutes of worried knocking, the Aqua Man opened the door to the sight of two of his guards bowing slightly and averting their eyes to the sight of their queen still trying to fit her gown back on.

“Yes?”

“FORGIVE US, your majesty.” The pair said in unison, bowing again. “But we have gotten word of a surface dweller fishing trawler that has invaded our borders.

“Really?” Mera spoke up, taking her husband’s side. “The U.N. made it very clear there would be no fishing over Atlantis.”

“They are probably black market, trying to sneak in to get some measure of profit in international waters.”

“Shall we head to the surface to send them back, my lord?”

“No!” The Aqua Man declared, moving past them with his wife floating behind him in the waters around them. “This requires a more direct message. I… And your queen shall deal with these interlopers.”

“Indeed, my husband.” Smiled Mera, clutching at her husband’s arm as they ascended to the surface. “Let us show these surface dwellers what happens when you poach from the oceans.”

***

The return to the Fortress of Solitude was… A complicated matter for Clark and Diana. Flying back to the North Pole was not the difficult part; maintaining control when the two reached the Northern Hemisphere and came into direct sunlight again was. Superman had been prepared for this moment, giving Diana a sense of what to expect when sunlight finally rose over the horizon.

The transformation was immediate!

In seconds, their bodies expanded and changed in midair, developing a sheen of black fur, sprouting claws, growing a long reptilian tail, and bursting wings that sprang free from their backs. The man of steel winced, trying to retain his mind as his body became something huge and alien to him, his neck lengthening and horns developing from his skull as his face pushed forward to become a lupine snout with fanged teeth. Breathing hard and looking down at his clawed hands while his wings kept him aloft in the air, Clark looked around to check on Diana, who had fully transformed as well.

But her demeanour was still… Raw, savage. Her eyes darted around as if forgetting where she was, until her focus turned to him. But fortunately for him, she was not aggressive. She slowly flew circles around him in the air, almost as if waiting for him to suggest what to do. Not wanting to squander this bit of good fortune, he nodded for her to follow him. With a heavy flap of his wings, he eyed over his shoulder and sighed with relief to find her following after him.

Getting back to the crystalline formation at the heart of the north pole was a swift one as the two landed in front of the gaping hole that was the entrance of the fortress of Solitude. The doors were still lying on the snowy outcrop at either side of the door. Closing his wings at his side, Clark was a bit startled when Diana pressed up beside him and nuzzled his neck and under his chin.

“Okay… Let’s… See if we… Can get inside…” Crouching down like a cat, Clark squirmed his way through the entrance and the hallway that led to the main chamber. Managing to get back up to his full height once inside, he moved aside to let Diana make her way with him. Slithering her way through the entrance and looking around the white interior of the fortress, Diana padded her way around like a wolfess, sniffing at exhibits out of curiosity. “Well… So far… So…”

A sense of fatigue hit him, the same as with Diana, as she gave a low growl and sat down heavily onto the stonework beneath her. In that moment, the pair began to change and shrink, their monstrous transformations ebbing away, returning to a more human frame. The changes themselves were getting less painful, almost as if Clark were getting used to them. When he finally returned to human form, Superman got to his feet and looked down at himself. Already, he noticed something wrong. He was hairier, his muscles more defined, and his fingernails were longer. Shaking his head at the development, he got to his feet and walked over to where Diana was sitting up and clutching at her head. He began to notice a pattern as he helped the Amazon back to her feet.

“Are you okay, Diana?” He asked, trying to avert his eyes from the naked woman’s chest. “You seem… Uhm… Bigger.”

It was true. Her muscles had grown, giving her an even more athletic build, and not only that: her hips and thighs were curvier, her chest heaved, and she had gained a cup size. And just like Clark, she had developed more body hair, something the Amazon princess noticed after giving herself a look-over.

“So have you…” Pressing up against him, Diana let her hands gently linger on his arms and shoulders as she cautiously looked over his own changes. A mental battle seemed to be taking place in her as she steeled herself at brief moments, almost as if she were unsure whether to give the man a chaste gesture of affection or pull him in for a kiss. “I… I remember more this time… We were in flight; I saw the rays of the sun and…”

“You were more friendly this time.” Clark blushed and stepped back. “You followed me back here…”

“It’s about time you got back here!”

Turning to the source of the distressed voice, Clark and Diana could only gasp in shock. There, standing enveloped in his dark cloak and cowl, was the dark knight himself. His stern face expressionless, and his eyes narrowed as he stood between the two newcomers and the trio of women behind him.

“I arrived once I was certain of my findings. Faora’s little gift is in here.” Batman gestured to the lead-lined box in his gloved hand. “But it looks like you have other problems now, and not just your daily episodes to worry about.”

Waddling towards the two arriving heroes were Supergirl and Power Girl. Both were partially naked after Bruce tried to redress them in blankets… and heavily pregnant. The pair of women seemed almost identical in build and figure now. Sporting flaring, wide hips, meaty thighs, and heavy, round breasts that sat full and proud from their chests over the slopes of their tight, round bellies. Waddling past them with no concept of decorum, Faora-Ui raced towards the Man of Steel and surprised him when she practically collided with him and pulled him in for a kiss. The woman grabbed his hand and was indecisive on whether to bring it to her round belly or to her inner thigh to press her closer to him.

Pulling away from the kiss, Clark looked to Bruce, then to Kara and Karen as the two women quickly joined the hormone-drunk woman who each had pressed against either side of Faora to pull the man’s face towards their own, crowding him in affection and hands that gripped and caressed his body.

“KARA! KAREN! Wha-what happened to the three of…”

“You left us all alone, Clark!” Pouted Kara, bringing his free hand over to the cup at her rear. “Is this how you treat the mother of your child?”

“We’re carrying your babies, Clark!” Karen huffed, her face flushed with arousal. “You should have been HERE tending to us instead of looking for another lover.”

“Another lover?” Diana repeated the statement with an almost venomous tone.

Turning his attention to the Amazon princess and the three mothers-to-be, Clark was unsure how to respond. The guilt he felt regarding their shared episodes of amnesia hit him like a punch to his stomach. The two people he cared about the most in the world were his children, and it was all because of him. He felt monstrous… More so than whatever creature he turned into in the daylight.

Gently, he pulled the three away from him and ignored their protests and whines when he stepped away. “Diana, I don’t know what any of this is about. I was only gone for a few hours and…

“They’ve been rapidly developing since I got here,” Bruce explained, bringing up the lead case cradled in his hand. “And not just that, Kara’s injury is completely healed, so much so that there’s only a fresh skin line where scar tissue should be. I’m assuming cellular mitosis is being accelerated somehow, fueled by all the solar energy you've all soaked up. Would explain the rapid pregnancies…”

“How long do you think they have Bruce…?”

A shrill cry from Faora made everyone pause as she clutched at her sides, and a splash of fluids spilled between her feet. Followed swiftly by Power Girl and Supergirl…

***

“COME ON, GUYS! HURRY UP! I’M GETTING SOAKED HERE!” Called out the captain of the fishing trawler.

The boat had made it over the deep Atlantic, hoping to sneak in some fishing in the deeper waters away from the shore. They had been warned for years not to fish this deep into the ocean, and they would likely be fined. But the captain had felt that fish was fish, who would notice?

Seeing the crew move another net’s worth of fish from the water and dump their catch into the center bay of the deck, the captain was given the sound off that they were full.

Ringing the bell beside him and turning the wheel to make it back to port, the captain laughed at his good fortune. Looking out to make his way back, the skies began to grow dark and stormy out of nowhere, and the waters churned more violently, almost like they were in a whirlpool. Two figures blasted out of the waters, held aloft by a column of water created by the Queen of Atlantis as she and her King stood before the stunned crew who found themselves caught. The storm overhead began to clear, letting sunlight beam through. As the storm cleared and sunlight pierced the waves for the first time, Arthur felt a burning rush through his veins. The same solar energy that empowered Kryptonians was twisted by the infection from his bite wound.

“Men of the surface world.” Arthur declared, pointing his trident at the frightened fishermen staring up at him. “You have trespassed over Atlantean waters. Relinquish what you have stolen or face the…. AAARGH!”

The crew were confused as the two began to writhe in pain, hovering up in the air well after the column of water gave in underneath them. Arthur and Mera grew rapidly, bursting out of their clothes as their bodies changed. A sheen of blonde and red fur spread over the royal couple, their hands and feet developing claws and their necks growing longer while tails sprouted behind them. The crew were beside themselves in panic when they found themselves beset by a pair of dragons.

Landing heavily on the deck and causing the crew to panic and take their chances diving into the waters, the pair of monsters sniffed at the floundering fish in the central storage bay and began to feast. Snarling and growling as they ate their fill, flapping their wings with such ferocity that the ocean churned, and the captain found himself trapped in his cabin by an airburst that slammed the door shut on him when he, too, tried to escape. Lying on his back and frightened out of his wits, the man cried out when a blonde furred tail swiped and took the roof right off the bridge of his ship, leaving him out in the open where the two fledgling Kryptodrakes spotted the whimpering man and snarled down at his presence.

Looking up and wiping the rain out of his eyes, the last thing the man saw was the red-furred dragoness lowering her head towards him and opening her maw… The ton of raw fish was not enough to quell Mera’s new appetite.