Mortal Combat

So many awful things begin with good intentions– possible consequences overlooked in favour of expedience, convenience. And when the stakes are high? Those awful things can have far reaching ripples. Unexpected collateral.

For a hero like Superman, heat-blasting Darkseid through the portal opened by Lex Luthor…

For Earthrealm's protector, Raiden, lightning-bolting Shao Kahn through the portal opened by Quan Chi...

They both knew all too well that with their vast powers, some restraint was necessary. It would be all too easy for beings like them to accidentally kill someone, dozens of someones, hundreds or thousands or even millions of someones if something went awry. For both Kryptonian and Thunder God, the stakes were their worlds. There was going to be some collateral damage, but with the situation such as it was for either of them–

They were sure it would be nothing more than some structural damage. Superman was sure that Metropolis could fine the hell out of Lex Luthor to cover said damages, and if they couldn't get through his army of lawyers, well, hopefully they were still paying for municipal metahuman insurance. Sure, his home city's premiums had to be astronomical but the policy had to be worth it.

For Raiden, maybe Earthrealm would suffer from strange weather patterns. Maybe there would be droughts or flooding from overuse of his powers futzing with local systems and butterfly-affecting across the globe. And sure, the people he saved would hate him for that, but A) he didn't really have the time to give a fuck and B) they would hate an Outworld takeover and Shao Kahn's rule way more.

Neither paused to consider… gee, what if someone else in another universe is doing the exact same thing RIGHT NOW? Gosh, what if we end up accidentally fusing this bad guy with THEIR bad guy, making the baddest guy possible? Jeezy Petes, what if that then collapses both our respective universes into one. 

What if that baddest guy possible then infected the strongest and craziest across both worlds with Kombat Rage, suping them up to the levels of Raiden and Superman and pushing them into brutal kombat?

It would be weird if they had– very specific happenstance, that.

For someone to make such a wild stab in the dark, they'd have to be talking out of their ass on drugs. Or maybe they would need to be the product of a millenia-long breeding program, aimed at creating a being with total awareness of past, present and future, easily foiled by a woman arbitrarily deciding 'actually I'm going to have a son instead of a daughter now', thereby birthing the Kwisatz Haderach a generation early.

There are simpler explanations for reading the future, of course. Omniscience is another one of those very specific things, but prescience relates only to the future. And it was very much prescience that brought a prophecy to Teo Smith-Garcias' ears, one dark and stormy night a year and a day before the collision happened.

"Yes… yes …" the old woman whispered in her heavy accent, her wrinkled fingers clutching tight at the backside of his, the forefinger of another tracing the lines of his palm. "There is greatness in your future, sir. Greatness. Only you will be able to defeat Dark Kahn, a monster born from an amalgamation of worlds," she told Teo, her eyes lifting to look widely into his. "He will spread darkness, and when all heroes and villains fail– it will be you who masters that darkness and uses his weapon against him."

Teo stared back, transfixed, silent.

"And you will do so with that which has failed you, time and time again. Rapaz's Morder ! You must morder , Rapaz! Morder !" Despite the gnarled nature of her hand, her grip harkened straight back to the bone crushing grip of a woman making her baby daddy pay penance for stuffing a bun in her oven. Then, with a wordless 'aha!', she threw away his hand and the lights in the tent turned back on.

"That'll be a hundred bucks, cash only," she then told him, sitting back and smiling toothily, the illusion of mysticism broken.

Nay, shattered.

"For… that? You want me to pay a hundred dollars for one minute of palm-reading at a county fair? The sign outside said five bucks for ten minutes." Teo's deep voice went high with incredulity, likewise apparent in his gaping mouth and wide eyes. Of his face, only those features were visible.

"Yes. You are a famous wrestler, are you not? Surely you must be good for that," the old gypsy-presenting woman said, before her countenance changed. "Please, sir. It has been such a slow night, and if I do not make a little money, my grandbabies, they will starve. Have you no heart?"

That right there was Teo's problem: he had a good heart, and he believed the best in people. That was what would allow him to tame his Kombat Rage when the time came. His mama had done her best to raise him right, even with his deadbeat dad fucking off to impregnate some eight other women before he was ten (not including whateve rcame of his thousands of sperm donations across North America). 

Though certain he had heard nothing but a hock of shit, Teo sighed and took out his wallet. "I'm not famous at all," he said, most of his face hidden behind the mask he was trying (and failing) to make a living through. Mexico hadn't been kind to Verde Rapaz – his mother had moved back there to lean on his grandparents for support. Trying to make it big in the USA wasn't going any better.

"Wouldn't want your grandkids to go hungry, though. Here. This should get you a week or two of groceries," he said as he took out most of what he had in his wallet. It was a lot more than a hundred.

She needed it more than he did.

"Thank you, sir. God bless you, sir," she said as she clutched the bills in hand. "Remember. Morder ."

"Yeah, don't mention it," Teo sighed, pushing up to his feet. "Hope you get some more business," he said over his shoulder, brushing the tent's opening wide and slipping out to find something more enjoyable to waste money on.

"Lla dna smelborp kcab, saw I sa ot kcab," the old woman then sighed, dropping her accent altogether. The air around her shimmered, and where once an old woman embodying a fortune teller stereotype sat? Now there was a gorgeous woman in her prime, with all the things that false crone front had lacked. Her teeth, for one thing, and smooth skin. In a crowd, she was bound to turn heads, and not just because she sported a top-hat and the slutty magician leotard equivalent of a tuxedo. 

"Thgis morf tnet siht hsinav," the magical babe said next, and behind Teo, the tent vanished from sight, gone as if it had never been there. She waved an errant hand over the crystal ball on her table and sat back, crossing her legs. "It's done."

"Excellent work, Zatanna. Hurry back, before your presence disrupts the natural order of that universe," said the man who appeared in the glass, recognizable for his sunhat and ethereal, pupiless eyes.

"Emit ym dna emoh ym ot kcab," Zatanna intoned the words absently, her tent's eight walls briefly sucking inward as the vacuum of a wormhole tickled its fancy. Then she began to count out the money given to her on the table, lips pursed. "Was this part really necessary? He gave me… nearly five hundred dollars. Christ, Raiden."

"Yes, it was. He was destined to lose that money tonight. Without it, he will be unable to pay rent without resorting to bottom of the barrel wrestling promotions. His short stint of homelessness is unfortunate, but a small price for him to pay to save us all. You've headed off Kronika's meddling," the thunder-god that was half-responsible for the dimensional fuck-up revealed. "Were he able to afford that lottery ticket–"

"He wouldn't end up where he needed to go. He wouldn't save us. And," Zatanna said with a sigh as she slapped down the last bill, "we wouldn't be keeping him hostage to preserve ourselves." She pointed a french-tipped finger at the money and said plainly, "This here is proof that if we just told him the truth, he would probably stick around of his own volition."

"That, magician, is a risk we cannot take," Raiden said, before the glass ball flashed with obnoxiously bright lightning and he disappeared.

He's worse than Bruce. At least he just slips out of sight while you're not looking. Divine asshole wants you to go blind when he ends the conversation. Whatever. Zatanna leaned back in her seat with a sigh, settling in to wait out her hour-long ride back not just to her world, but the future too.

For the Mistress of Magic, timeline shenanigans were older than her hat.

For Teo– well, it just was what it was. He didn't pay rent that month, and he couldn't scrounge up work to pay it by the next due date either. With renter's protections abolished by a city council ruled over by realtors, the luchador had a rough go of things. 

It wasn't until he found the IUWC that he was able to get his feet back under him. Illegal Underground Wrestling Circuit was not a coy name. It pretty much was what it claimed to be, underpaying desperate youths and washed-up former professionals to risk themselves in 'real' matches. Their kayfabe was the illusion that they had no kayfabe. Lax protections and training made many of their on-stage injuries real. Scary lawyers and an apocalyptic contract kept the IUWC's exploited wrestlers from suing, and rampant corruption of government officials kept anyone from looking too closely at the legally 'illegal' promotion.

What money Teo made usually went right back into his hospital bills, but at least he kept himself fed and a roof over his head. 

At least he made sure he had enough money to give to every homeless person that he passed on the street, irregardless of gold teeth– he just wanted to trust that their need was genuine. 

At least he made sure he had enough money to help his neighbours when they were slammed by unexpected veterinary bills, nevertheless easily avoided by spaying a cat. In thanks, over twenty kittens had been named some variant of Verde or Rapaz in his honour.

At least he made sure he had enough money to send back home, and make his folks believe he was doing well– that he could afford to share his success with them, when he really couldn't. 

All those people needed Teo. And for a year and a day after his encounter with the disguised sorceress, he was there for them and so many more; outside his wrestling, he spent most of his days doing right by everyone he could.

Then the day came– a familiar, bloodstained mat. A scuzzy arena with a haphazard steel link fence surrounding the ring, keeping the wrestlers and the audience separate after one too many incidents of the normal ringside barrier being crossed. Shitty lighting, not for lack of money but for the overall ambience it left the rest of the seedy affair. An opponent, set to kick Teo's ass in the most spectacular fashion. Their feud had been running for a few months, and with the conclusion of this match, they'd both move on to other storylines.

Back and forth they went for ten minutes, fake blow landing real all too often; Verde Rapaz's adversary was pretty sick of his babyface foe, and not in an in-character way. Backstage animosity complicated their shows, after Teo had– long story short –put a premature end to some domestic violence. Engaged in a grapple, the asshole took a moment to goad against the side of Teo's mask, "Be a fucking shame if someone unmasked you tonight, wouldn't it?"

The threat was made, but Teo wasn't about to discard his honour and an identity as a luchador, no matter how shitty things had gotten. He growled back and began to fight in earnest, and what was only supposed to be a fifteen minute affair with a predetermined ending became a 40 minute slobberknocker. Backstage, the promotion's GM must have loved where things were going– there was no other reason for the referee to count so slowly each time either one of them got pinned, than the man in charge barking orders into the ref's earpiece.

It was the best showing of Verde Rapaz's career, even if it was almost entirely him getting his ass kicked and stubbornly back up again, refusing to give the asshole his opportunity to rip off Teo's true face. The incredible endurance he showed would have won the day in the end, if the match's finishing blow came just seconds sooner or later. A sucker-punch followed by an exhausted uppercut knocked the wife-beating asshole flat on his back and gave Teo all the time in the world to stumble up to the turnbuckle and clamber up on the ropes.

All around him, the crowd roared. Mostly, they booed him, the babyface, but he didn't let that stop him as he looked down on the just fucking awful excuse of a human being beneath him. For a moment, crouched in preparation, Teo hesitated, unwittingly aligning his timing with the universe-blending happenstance across dimensions. Then he flew, the commentator's screaming with excitement: "This is it! THIS IS IT, FOLKS! RAPAZ IS DOING A MORDER!"

He hated the name of his finisher. Way too close to murder for his liking, but his trainer had picked it and it had stuck– it was nothing more than a variation on The Great Sasuke's Senton Atomico, popularised in the west by Jeff Hardy as the Swanton Bomb. Teo had picked the name Rapaz with velociraptors in mind, but everyone seemed to take it in the avian sense. To the miniscule portion of the world that knew and cared about him, Rapaz's Morder was a bird of prey diving to a deadly end.

At the exact same time Superman's heat vision threw Darkseid back through his portal to Apokolips–

At the exact same time Raiden's lightning bolt sent Shao Kahn back to Outworld–

The dive landed, and freak interdimensional, cross-universe physics played out as they were wont to do. Both Teo and his shitbag heel disappeared in a bright flash that would eclipse any memory of who they were or what they did; how and what happened to them would become a mystery for the ages, believed by most of the world to be an urban legend. Conspiracy podcasters would feast on that shit for decades to come.

A tiny part of that pathetic man ended up inside Dark Kahn, but Teo– Verde Rapaz! –was himself, and when the Kombat Rage afflicted him, he gained immeasurable power. He, an ordinary person, from a world without the supernatural or metahumans or invading realms, had become a superhero. 

It was unbelievable. It was incredible. And it of course ended. The journey is a tale worth telling, but you've already been told the ending, set in motion by Zatanna at Raiden's request. Verde Rapaz and Dark Kahn faced each other in a flaming wrestling ring, atop a ziggurat in the hellish fusion of Apokolips and Outworld– another forty minute slobberknocker that Teo refused to quit. His Earth might not have been part of the colliding universes, but his mama had raised him right – he wasn't going to abandon two universes worth of people just because his home wasn't under threat.

Again and again he got up, making Dark Kahn eat fist and foot for each knock-down until he could strike a decisive one himself. With blood oozing down his brow and so many more injuries across his body, Teo stumbled towards the turnbuckle, finally realising that the five hundred dollar fortune he paid for had been right. Greatness awaited him: Dark Kahn had spread darkness, and Teo had mastered it. He would use it to put an end to this. 

"Exactly… as the old… gypsy woman said…" the luchador laboured out in a whisper as he climbed the ropes. "Goddamn," he chuckled with a wheeze and a grimace, feeling broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. But he wouldn't let those paltry injuries stop him from following through on her prediction. She had told him what he needed to do. The raptor dived from on high and ended the threat posed to both universes, and that… should have been that.

There was no need for a three-count pin afterwards, but habit was habit.

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"So. Dark Kahn is defeated. What's our next step?" Superman asked, arms crossed over his barrel chest. "How do we fix this?" he asked as he looked over the room of sorcerers and scientists and supes, the best of both worlds, sans the solitary third-world rep who had saved them all.

Shang Tsung stroked at his beard, stepping forward. Desperation had made allies of old enemies, and gave all the reason anyone needed to finally turn coat. "Dark Kahn is the key. His accidental creation is what led to this. He is our worlds together, manifest. We must split them apart."

"Hmmm." CIrce smiled her wicked smile. "And incapacitate them properly. Each universe should take the other, and ensure they can never be a threat again. Shao Kahn would make a delicious little piggy," the immortal sorceress purred with a long drag of her tongue across painted lips.

"Uh, gross. Are you trying to make Shao Kahn into a sex pig, literally?" Johnny Cash asked, much to the disgruntlement of several and Circe's ire. With his shades hiding mirthful, shit-stirring eyes, he lifted his palms and said, "Look, I'm just saying, I've heard some stuff about Odysseus."

"Can't believe I married you," Sonya Blade muttered at her divorced husband's maturity. 

"That's definitely the grossest dad joke I've ever heard," Nightwing said before a fight could get started, "so let's move on and strike that from the proverbial record."

"It's too late for that," the thunder god Raiden said after a moment of silent heavens-gazing, looking towards the crowd. "Were that our answer, we would already be separated." As the room turned its attention to the iris-lacking Protector of Earthrealm, he revealed: "Rapaz killed Dark Kahn with that 'murder' move."

Shang Tsung grunted his surprise. His disappointment, too– all those years preparing to usurp Shao Kahn, and for nothing.

"You don't mean…" Liu Kang frowned as he trailed off. Raiden nodded stoically.

"Spit it out, old man," the latest and youngest Robin to date demanded, known by all to be the indolent son of the Caped Crusader who stood in silence beside him, likely strategizing.

"I fear Shang Tsung was correct as to the why, but mistaken on the who. That which binds us together must be Verde Rapaz himself. If so, there are not two halves for us to split."

"Then we do the obvious," Robin said, putting a hand on the wakizashi sword hilted at his side. "And if you're not willing to do it, I will. He's bedridden. It should only take a moment."

Kano leaned over to Batman, not alone in the room in looking mildly disturbed by the domino-masked sidekick's volunteering to murder. "How old's yer brat?"

"... Ten."

"Shit. Yer family's all sorts of fucked up, ain't it?"

Ignoring the leader of the Black Dragon, Batman looked towards their universe's Sorcerer Supreme and asked, "Do we know the consequences of our universes separating?"

"No. I'm not aware of this ever happening before," Zatanna said, after a look towards Delia and Doctor Fate to see if they had anything to offer. "Were I to speculate… done violently, it would not be unlike splitting atoms."

"All atoms. That's fun," The Joker chuckled. No one else thought it was worth so much as a smile, however.

"Then we explore alternatives, and keep this secret from Verde Rapaz until we know otherwise," Raiden decreed. 

That was only the beginning of the conversation, and it was a long conversation that did not end very well. Even without the Kombat Rage, fighting was only natural when beings such as they came together. In the end, Raiden had the last word, and with the assistance of Zatanna, he ensured there would be no dissent: those unwilling to support his conspiracy had their memories of the conversation wiped. No one wanted to risk The Joker offering Verde Rapaz for shits and giggles.

In the clandestine meetings that followed, research groups and experimentation teams were established– along with a protection detail for Verde Rapaz, who lost his powers with the death of Dark Kahn. Each universe selected a representative to act as a live-in bodyguard, without consideration of whether or not the still-masked luchador would want one. As premiere tactical minds for their worlds, Batman and General Sonya Blade were given the final decision. They each sent someone they trusted, someone they knew had relevant talents. That they shared initials was nothing more than a coincidence.

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Broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder were the least of Teo's injuries, coming out of his finest moment. If he could name any given bone in his body, it was broken, as if medical obscurity kept the more unknown safe. The doctors refused to tell him how bad his organ damage was, but apparently he was being fast tracked on several donor lists, so. Weirdest good news he'd ever gotten. 

He was less grateful for that than the fact his mask remained on his unbroken face, miraculously undamaged by his life-threatening ordeal. Apparently, Batman had made it clear that they were to respect his decision to not remove it until he returned to his home world; he made it known to his allies going into the final battle that it was going to be the last match of his life. When he managed to go back home, he was going to hang up his mask and find some charity or non-profit to join.

Of course, when he said that, he thought victory would send him home. No luck there.

Either way, he appreciated that game respected game and cowl respected mask. Should make him some cupcakes as a thank you. Teo sighed gingerly and looked away from the room's corner-ceiling TV to gaze out the window. The last nurse to come through his room had switched channels when he was sleeping, leaving it on some trashy soap opera. Until another one came by, he wasn't able to change it back to the Earth-Prime telenovela he'd gotten hooked on.

All four of his limbs sported casts, and they were currently in raised traction, even if he had fingers or toes able to clutch the remote and push buttons. The Gotham cityscape visible from his bedridden position was more depressing than beatific, but at least it wasn't TV.

Teo had only been out of his post-victory coma for two days, but he kind of wished his body had thrown in the towel on that part of the fight his recovery was going to be. As a man who had always been restless, active, athletic– spending months trapped in a broken body just wasn't appealing. And even after the very worst of his injuries had healed, he wouldn't be back to what he was. He'd go from two hundred pounds of muscle to sticks and bones. Plus, physio.

Maybe I can ask them to stick me in a medically-induced coma, Teo reflected as he watched the dreary rain pitter-patter down on all those gothic buildings. Is that something they do? Opt-in comas for when you don't want to deal with boredom? When you don't want to stew on the reality of your situation… that you did the thing that you thought would let you go back to how things were, and now you're apparently just trapped? He grunted, which sent a pang of pain across his core in spite of the morphine drip alongside his bed. Good thing I'm not going to be laughing much. That might do me in.

When Teo had woken up, he had thought he'd gotten back home– that any moment, one of his friends or colleagues would come through the door. He hoped that when he looked over to the chairs off to the side of his private room, his mama or abuela or one of his dozen half-siblings would be there. No dice there. Not even some flowers on the bedside table or the one at its foot. The nurse had given him the bad news after a few hours, which made him feel marginally better about the lack of… anyone .

Kombat Rage didn't give many opportunities for him to make friends of people he once believed to be fictional characters. There was only one he had made, chill and fun to hang out with. And while he'd gotten along with Batman, well, he doubted the Caped Crusader had friends. 

Or maybe they still are, and I suffered brain damage in the ring and this is just the world's longest dying dream. He crooked a sardonic half-smile. Or a coma dream. One of those. But he knew better. It was all too real, and having his body fucked up beyond recognition… Well, that's worth a hell of a lot of self-pinches.Hard to be optimistic, even if keeping his life was a lucky stroke. 

Then his room's automated door began to hiss open, sliding wide. Teo took a little breath and pushed down his negativity, never one to show anything remotely broody to the world. He turned his head to look towards his returning nurse, ready to ask her to change the channel straightaway. Over the two days he'd been awake, he had seen three– a bubbly, tall redhead in Pokemon scrubs fresh out of nursing school, an older brunette with a no-nonsense attitude and a thick Hungarian accent, and a black woman with the best dreadlocks he had ever seen.

He got along with two of them. The brunette, he suspected, had changed the channel on him.

But the woman who came through the door was none of the three, unless the redhead had dyed her hair blonde, received extensive (but very natural-looking!) plastic surgery to her face, cut a few inches off her height and gotten a significant breast lift. All possible with major surgeries, but Teo somehow doubted that either Mortal Kombat or DC Comics' universes had the technology to perform those surgeries without a recovery time.

The possible product of that unlikely titty top-up really snagged his attention. With the other three nurses, well– Teo was a guy, and his eye liked to stray. Not once in his life had he ever had a steady girlfriend, but he'd had plenty of friends with benefits (namely blowjobs and trips to pound town) and hook-ups. He tried not to leer, but when an attractive woman crossed his path, a brief check-out was just something that happened. Anyway, the other three nurses were babes, yes, and that redhead was on his short list of ladies to get to know better. Tall, slim– a little modest up top, but he never minded that one bit. Even in her scrubs, her hips and backside were the stuff of legends. 

But those tits! The blonde's tits made them look like a rumour as epic as a third grader claiming their uncle worked for Nintendo. It helped that they were not downplayed curves, but deliberately emphasised, lifted up by a scarlet brasserie that he could see parts of through her, ahem, expansive neckline. The mountainous cleavage could have acted as a piggybank to anyone brave enough to start flicking coins into it. 

They're definitely smaller than they look, but oh my god, they look GREAT.

Calling it a neckline was perhaps overly generous, for it did not end . Its wide exposure didn't taper to a point beneath her chest, but led to a column that ran down along the centre of her torso, laced like a corset. Beneath, it freely exposed well-defined abs and a cutely pierced navel, the only breaks across her smooth, youthful-looking skin.

"Uh," Teo grunted articulately as he stared, rightfully thunderstruck.

"Hello to you too," she said to him, her voice naturally throaty and wryly amused. Teo recognized that voice, but– really, her body had a hold of him and it didn't want to let him go. It wasn't as if the lady had cut some breathability into a scrubs top and turned it into a corset out of eccentric fashion tastes. The nurse was wearing a dress of a style abandoned long ago, taken to slutty extremes– and probably purchased dirt cheap at a Halloween surplus store. It fit her body like a latex glove, not playing coy with any of her nosebleed inducing hourglass figure.

With the low neckline, the skirt was cut matchingly high. The fact that she was wheeling in a cart with his lunch tray kept him from seeing the natural effects of that, but Teo could imagine– it didn't seem like it was all that many inches past the most private part of her pelvis. From what he could see, red garters ran up beneath it, keeping her thigh-squishing stockings up high.

He noted a red scrunchie on her wrist.

"Uh." Teo blinked slowly, feeling the heat in his face, and then he started to look up. 

"It's alright. You don't have to look at my eyes if you'd rather keep leering at me like a horndog," the woman teased, pushing the cart up alongside his bed. That just made him more embarrassed, sure he was being teased– but fuck if she didn't incite the attention she vocally welcomed, taking a hand off the cart's handle to cup one full breast and give it a squeeze through two layers. "A hero deserves a little eye candy, don't you think?"

Teo swallowed roughly, his telenovela completely forgotten as he forced himself to meet her eyes proper. Cassie Cage smirked down at him with sassy amusement, her lips painted and glossed, paired with subtle pink shadowing along her eyelids and dark mascara. "Being a world-famous wrestler, you must have a slut in every city back home. Don't need to carry on with the shy act."

"I– no, I don't," Teo finally said, more lamely than he would have liked. Not once had he ever implied he was world famous when dealing with the heroes and villains of the collided universes: they just assumed as much when he told them his profession. "What are you doing here?"

"We-ell," Cassie said with a drag of her eyes from Teo's masked face to the tray of unappetizing-looking hospital food beneath her. "It's fair to say that this is exactly what it looks like," she told him. "I'm here to feed you, seeing how you have eight broken fingers and two shattered thumbs."

His eyes dipped again, unable to evade the glue-trap that was her titties. It looks like you're here to deliver a strip-o-gram. Hell, are those even real or just a television trope?

"And to fuck you," Cassie then casually explained. "Haven't decided in what order I'm going to do those yet," she added, with a pensive cluck of her tongue.

"What." Though the mask hid the embarassment writ so plain on Teo's face, the shock– and tremble! –in his weak voice said plenty. Yes, he was a horny guy, but respectfully so. When he wasn't wearing four casts and forty eight hours fresh from a weeks-long coma.

That aside, the blonde babe laying it on thick was the daughter of the only man he considered a friend in this new world. Even if he was dying of blue balls, he wasn't going to stick his cock in Johnny Cage's daughter. Hell, she was eight years younger than him!

Before Cassie Cage could say another word though, the door hissed open and his eyes flicked towards it, hopeful that one of the hospital's actual nurses was about to walk inside. The new entrant did him one better, wearing all the accoutrements of her apparent trade.

Buttoned-up white lab coat, check.

A headband with a mirror, obsolete but still, check.

A stethoscope dangling along her chest from the back of her neck, check. 

A clipboard tucked in the crook of one arm, presumably bearing his medical chart, check.

One of those thingies used for looking into ears– an otoscope? yeah, that sounds right – in one hand, check.

"Doctor, uh. This isn't what it looks like, I don't think she should be here?" he told the bespectacled woman, which made Cassie snicker softly. There was something familiar about the doctor's countenance– which Teo quickly realised looked very young for a medical doctor. And not just because she was gracefully ageing in that jealousy-generating Asian way.

Her thick, shoulder-length black hair swayed as she stepped up to the foot of his bed. Teo turned his head to look at her warily between his raised and spread legs. Without a word in response, she put down her clipboard and her ear-thingy on the table there, then rolled it off to the side. 

Next she reached up to remove her glasses, and then he realised who he was really looking at. "Uh," he grunted with discomfort, further wincing. The funny thing about Teo being the one sent to the collided world? He didn't really play video games or read comic books. With the cultural impact of both franchises, he had some osmosis regarding them… but neither Cassie Cage nor Cassandra Cain were characters he had heard of, prior to meeting them. 

"Funny joke, guys," he said faintly, "but I'm kind of fucked up here."

"Joke?" the third, former and once-mute Batgirl asked, with a tilt of her head and a glance towards Cassie. She took off her headband and stethoscope, setting them aside on the pushed-away table.

The blonde grinned and shrugged, creating a little ripple of not-so-little flesh that snapped Teo's eyes towards her titties. "Can't blame him for thinking nobody is this lucky," she said with amusement. 

For a moment, Cassandra considered that. Then she looked towards Teo, the movement of her hands dragging his eyes back off of Cassie's chest– she was reaching towards her own chest! At least, the chest of her coat. Her hands slipped between two sets of adjacent buttons, and the masked luchador tried in vain to sit himself up, with a groan of, "Wait, don't–"

She ripped that coat wide open. Now better known as Orphan when operating as a vigilante, Cassandra had never struck an intimidating figure outside of her old mouthless mask: she was short and slim, with facial features that could have been seen as doll-like if not for the frequent and foreboding stoicism of its porcelain. Cassie's fitness was lean, with a fitness routine that left her sculpted without sacrificing curvature. 

Cassandra– she was small, but her body wasn't soft. She was lean but firm all over, save for the sweet swells of motherly flesh most immediately revealed by her violent discoating. What she wore beneath it made discoating an apt turn of phrase. There was nothing else on her body, not a single stitch. From where Teo laid helpless, he couldn't even see a hair on her body that wasn't atop her head. Maybe if he could look past what the bed blocked, she might have worn some form of footwear, but…

Nothing. Not a damn thing. Cassandra's bared breasts broke up the well-defined musculature of short body, an action Barbie if there ever was one. They were perhaps half the size he perceived of Cassie's, not enough to fill his hands if he could grasp them, but enough to squeeze and adore. Puffy dark areola proudly seated thick, risen nipples. As Teo stared at the former mute with a slack jaw, she shrugged the coat off her shoulders and allowed it slip down her arms, into a formless puddle at her feet. 

There was no sense of modesty or self-consciousness in Cassandra's posture, her stance settled and confident, thighs shoulder-width apart. "What the fuck," Teo mumbled, unable to stop his eyes from going on a perverted roadtrip. Cassandra's waist dipped slightly, her belly lined by washboard abs, hips wide as the most leisurely of the Lazy River's turns. More softness betrayed itself where her pelvis began, the beginnings of her mound a gentle downward slope. At its lowest, between the apex of her thighs, her cunt's outer lips had swelled mightily, dark and damp to the point of dripping. 

The inner pink was not at all shy. It twitched with excitement not shown on Cassandra's face. With Cassie chuckling quietly to Teo's sides, the darker-haired of the double Cs put her hands on her hips and asked Teo slowly, "Does this look like a joke to you, Verde Rapaz?"

"You don't have to call me the full thing. Just Verde or Rapaz or–" Teo mumbled, before wetting his lips and grimacing, squirming his broken body awkwardly in its stuck place. The morphine could only do so much for his pain, and the dulling effect it ought to have had on him was growing weaker with his very uncomfortable situation. "Did you two lose a bet or something?"

"Is it so hard for you to believe that two incredibly fuckable young women might fall head over heels for the man who saved them, and everyone they've ever known or cared about?" Cassie asked wryly, nudging aside the cart with his lunch to step close and bend down towards him. It could be no accident that her dip turned out to be particularly pronounced, back arched and hips pushed back– what a sight it would have been, for anyone behind her. 

But it was still damn glorious for the one in front of her. The buxom breasts of his only real friend's daughter shoved into his face, at least blocking the nude sight of Cassandra's ornery twat. Batman was someone he respected, and that made her presence just as bad. Cleavage definitely felt like the lesser of two evils. "And it's not like I have a lot of… equal opportunities, you know. Not a lot of people I can throw myself at that can say they've defeated a reality-ending power," the blonde purred. "Leaves a bit of a power differential between me and any prospective partner."

Prospective partner. Teo almost laughed in disbelief. The way she put it turned a blind eye to the more physical imbalance at play. "Uh, look," he said anxiously, trying to look away from the deep rise and fall of those tantalising titties. "I'm flattered, but on top of being in the hospital, you're a little too young for me and your dad would use my nuts as speed bags if we were to ever do anything. Really, you're gorgeous but this isn't a great idea–"

Then those tits weren't just in his face. Cassie shoved herself further forward, squishing his face into that soft canyon. So damn soft, so damn warm, but his blustery grunt against them didn't articulate any form of appropriate adoration for them. "What, you think I haven't fucked my daddy's friends before? He doesn't control me," she said with a throaty laugh, one hand sliding behind the luchador's mask to keep his head pushed against her breasts. The other went to his chest, running over it through his gown. "Hey, so. Cass, I hate to be that bitch but… want to check and make sure he's not gay?"

"Sure," the other woman replied laconically, as Teo tried in vain to draw his head back, as if past Cassie's hand his hand might have somewhere to go other than his pillow.

"Not that I'd mind if you were, or if you were bi," Cassie then explained, sheepish but not backing down. "But you know– we're here to feed you and fuck you. If it helps, Cass has a prescription pad. We can make two tight pussies an official part of your treatment."

"No, no it does not," Teo said against the skin muffling him, producing only plaintive grumbling as he tried to wriggle himself back along the bed. Between the casts and the four-limb traction on the go, though–

"Mmm," the blonde thrummed in her throat, then giggled softly, curling her fingers to dig freshly-manicured nails into his chest through his hospital gown. "You like kissing my titties?" she asked, willfully interpreting the lip-movements in a way that suited her narrative. "Always figured you were an ass guy, babe." An earnest attempt to protest only served to make Cassie sigh comfortably, raking her hand up his chest only to then abandon it. Up her fingers flew, grabbing at one cup of her bra and pulling it to the side. "Here's where you should be really doing that."

Rough and refusing any notion otherwise, Cassie both turned her body and shoved his head, pressing a protruding pink nipple against Teo's unhappy lips. He cringed, startled to feel the cool silver of the barbell piercing it, and tried to keep his mouth sealed shut no matter how much she pushed him into it. "C'mon. Don't need to be shy," she cooed.

What the fuck is wrong with her? What the fuck is THIS. Teo was not swayed.

But Cassandra was already in the midst of changing that. With Cassie demanding most of his attention, Teo didn't notice the Chinese-American join him, slipping up on the foot of the bed. Given his impressive height, he'd been given one of the largest beds in the hospital– one with plenty of room for Cassandra to make like a member of the Bat Family and infiltrate her enemy. She shimmied her way between the forced spread and lift of his legs, inside his gown.

Two hands alighting gently along his inner thighs? Well, there was no missing that. He grunted in alarm and reflexively flinched back. Internal body-klaxons sent emergency alerts to his nutsack, whereupon his balls reacted as they were wont to do in both danger and cold weather. They rose up, intent on protecting the contents therein lest any of the two hundred to three hundred million sperm cells produced that day be put in danger.

The previously comatose patient had, unsurprisingly, not been given any underwear. "... He's big," Cass announced from beneath the gown as her approach completed, putting herself face-to-crown with Teo's limp but twitching cock. 

"Tell me something I don't know," Cassie laughed. Indeed, throughout the war sparked by colliding wars, the size of Verde Rapaz's little raptor had become the equivalent of locker room talk amongst those who swung his way. The tights he wore to kombat required a cup to keep his size subtle, and a cup he lacked, the protective equipment having gone missing from his locker back in the IUWC.

"Bigger than you think," Cass said, the exhalation of her breath tickling against the foreskin shielding Teo's tip. It was a simple statement, but direct. The two girls had gossiped about it before, or rather Cassie did and Cass listened with a flat expression– she had speculated it would be at least eight inches hard.

"–Yeah?" Cassie asked over her shoulder at the lower half of the luchador's gown, Cassandra rendered all but invisible beneath it with its rise. Her curiosity was piqued, ever a proponent of size mattering. "Heh. Love it," she said with a partial grin, expression slanted by the lazy bite at one corner of her mouth.

BIgger than Cassie thought was bigger than Cassandra had dared hope; she too adored a good long pole. In theory, anyway. The limp but stirring presence of Teo's penis promised more than that, if there were any justice in the world. And it wouldn't be as if he was just long. Even soft, he showed a pronounced thickness that would only grow once blood got flowing. The morphine in his veins kept the trouser tiger tame, even as it faltered elsewhere.

Rather than reply to her best friend from the other universe, Cassandra Cain gave her lips a hungry lick and then leaned forward, her powerful grip squeezing on his thighs. Despite the stoic facade shown to the outer world, Cassandra knew how to have fun, and there were not many things as fun to her as a helpless victim. Inside and outside the bedroom. Some of her instilled habits hadn't faded away completely, once she was free of her false Mother.

The next lap of her tongue was a 'hello, how do you do' laved wet across that which hid Teo's lower head. She would immediately discover that the answer was 'not clean'– the nurses in charge of his care prior to their take-over had clearly been shy about giving his body the deep-cleaning it needed. Not clean did not equate to bad for her. The masculinity of his raw musk had her salivating, and she promptly followed up with a kiss that then took him past dark-pink lips.

It had taken months of constant Kombat for Teo to reach Dark Kahn and take him down as the old gypsy woman prophesied, and in that time, he hadn't known the touch of a woman. Hadn't known the touch of either Left or Right either, predisposing him to a certain sensitivity in spite of the morphine dulling his sense of touch. His lips didn't slip open for Cassie's sake, but for a overwhelmed groan.

Cassie did not look her gift horse in the mouth. She didn't need to do anything. His lips parting were enough for her pierced nipple to enter his mouth, the sensitive tip teased by an unwitting tongue and bathed in warm, wet breath. "Yeah," she groaned in pleasure, "that's what I was waiting for, babe…"

Fuck me, Teo cussed internally, still wriggling as though he might be able to squirm back from either one of the women. No– don't fuck me. Fuck. Shit. Goddamnit. Crap. This isn't good. This is not good. I've got to do something.

Limp or not, the littler of the two CCs kept her body and tongue moving, inching closer, calmly coaxing his cock along her tongue. Between that motion and the squeeze of her lips, his foreskin drawing back was an inevitable consequence, gracing the back of her tongue with its bared underside. And still she continued forward, until her dainty chin rested atop his heavy scrotum comfortably, her lips pressed against the unshaved hair about its base. His limpness was just past her throat, pushing aside tonsils that she never had a need to remove. There Cassandra settled, eyes lidding, tweaking her wet tongue beneath him while her throat swallowed casually–

It was her first time doing anything with a cock, but to Teo it didn't feel that way. Cassandra's gag reflex had been trained out of her long ago for more sinister purposes. The luchador's sword was not the first she had swallowed; every one before him had been literal. 

Increasingly worked up, Teo did the only thing his panicking mind could come up with: he bit Cassie's nipple as hard as he could, right beneath her piercing. It didn't matter to him that he would likely bite it right off in the process. The situation was what it was. Cassie and Cassandra were raping him, and of fight or flight, only one option remained. He had to become a cornered animal, even if the two women were connected to men he never wanted to cross–

Alas, poor Teo didn't have that kind of bite in him. All his pinching teeth managed was a moaning laugh from the woman who forced him to suck her tit. "Ohhh. Like to give it a bit rough, huh?" she asked him luridly, tightening her hold on him and the squeeze against her tit, almost suffocating him against it. "That's good– that's just the way I like to get it," she teased him. Cassie's free hand started to claw at her own clothing, something the trapped wrestler felt and heard more than he saw.

Goddamnit! Frustrated, he kept biting, only playing into what the blonde woman wanted from him. Further down on the bed and beneath his gown, the black-haired woman was getting what she wanted to. Slowly but surely, blood began to reach his cock, rewarding Cassandra's unwanted attention with a slow stiffening inside her mouth, slowly pushing him deeper and deeper into her throat. Proper hardness was not a state Teo reached in seconds, but long minutes.

Long enough that Cassie had the time to pull back and paw off her dress in its entirety, grinning with red cheeks down at a sullenly glaring Teo. Once she tossed the garment aside, her hands reached behind herself to unclasp his bra, lazily tossed to dangle over his headboard. In any other circumstances, Cassie's brazen partial frontal would have been an awe-inspiring sight. 

Contrary to Teo's expectations, the push-up bra hadn't been doing much heavy lifting save for creating some cleavage. Though perky with youth, Cassie's tits were round and full, more than her hands could contain as she gave a grazing fondle across them. The nipple he hadn't tasted was decorated in the same manner as the first, save his spittle and the red mark his bite left. Her white garters and stockings mocked the notion of purity and goodness they typically represented, and of her panties–

Well, with the bra, he had assumed there would be panties. Not the case. She was as smooth as Cassandra and as turned on, though her twat seemed a little more petite despite Cassie being the taller of the two. "Give you a choice of what you taste next, babe," she purred, plying that untended tit with one hand while the other dragged down to graze her petite wetness. "Mouth, ass, pussy or this other tit."

"Cassie, please. I don't want this," Teo protested, his cheeks redder than hers behind his mask. His eyes were staying dry, but he wanted to cry– having to hide pain was a professional skill of his.

"Doesn't matter what you want, Rapaz. It's what you're getting," the previous saviour of Earthrealm grinned without shame, before giving a wet slap against her own twat. "And what I'm getting. As much cum as I can drain out of you right up my hoo-hah. Raw. I stopped popping my pill when I heard what happened to you, you know."

He didn't. The meaning of that escaped Teo, distracted by the part of his body helpless to do anything but react to the smaller of his assaulters. To his cock, it definitely didn't feel like he was being assaulted– he was being loved, appreciated, worshipped. Even once Teo reached his considerable size, she kept still and steady, squeezing his thighs but never doing anything that felt rough to them. Adrenaline started to win over the morphine, flooding him with a fuller sense of what she was doing to him. Those swallows, the tight ripple of her throat–

He pushed his masked head back against the pillows and groaned deeply, the promise of physical release spitting in the face of his mental suffering. 

"Top's choice it is," Cassie decided, taking a strutting step forward; if she ever had shoes on, they had since been kicked off. She slapped a button on his headboard, and the slanted bed then flattened. As he struggled to adjust, the blonde announced another executive decision: "Hey Cass, I want a taste of that. Do you mind?"

It took a combination of backwards wriggling and tilting her head back to free the beast inside her throat. One of her hands finally abandoned his thigh to grasp at his shaft, keeping it from a rise that would have slapped against her nose. She kissed his head sloppily, showing more of the hunger otherwise left unbetrayed by her behaviour, and rubbed it along her cheeks as she replied levelly, "There are things I can do down here. Help yourself."

"Love you, babe."

"I love you too."

That sparked some questions for Teo, but a few things banished them from his mind on the spot. For one, Cassie was grabbing his gown and ripping it right off him– the open back did not survive the strength of Shinnok's slayer. He howled as it jostled his broken bones. "C'mon. You're harder than that," she laughed at him, throwing aside the garment, moving into her intended position as she feasted her eyes on the sight of his lower half. "Fuuuuuck," she whistled with impressed surprise as Cassandra released Teo's cock, and it flicked upward, catapulting some pre against the wall behind Teo's headboard. "That's… damn ."

Bigger than Cassie thought. Bigger than Cassandra hoped. Twelve and a half inches of turgid cock rose from Teo's pelvis, thicker than the blonde's wrist and beyond the dark-haired woman's ability to close her hand around. "Is that a full foot? No way," she laughed as Teo moaned in humiliation; the intended mounting was put on pause as Cassie moved towards his waist, measuring him against her toned forearm. "Jesus Christ, look at this."

Cassandra did, though she kept her face dived down, kissing and licking at the luchador's wrinkled loco libres with the zeal of an escort who charged five figures a night and earned them too. She had loved the taste and aroma of his unwashed cock, but his balls were the real treat to her senses. When Cassie released the fat monster, she closed her eyes and settled in to try gobbling one of the cum-filled nuts, so desperately in need of a release. Something did hint at her inner world. No longer trapped beneath the tent formed by the gown, Cassandra's legs had lifted backwards, feet kicking lazily in the air behind her.

A cute showing, if Teo had a chance to see it. He didn't, between being flat on his back and his cock blocking peripheral vision. He panted, his helpless squirms retaining their pained element in spite of the warm tongue bathing his ballsack. Then Cassie returned to the head of the bed and joined him on it, deftly manoeuvring herself over him without causing further collateral damage to his broken arms. "Don't–" he groaned out weakly once he realised where it was going.

"You had your chance to pick, babe. Better get used to this, because I'm a big fan," Cassie teased lewdly, giving her hips a wiggle and a shimmy over the tormented fellow's face. A single droplet of her pussy's leak fell loose in the shaking, leaving his mask damp in one place before– "Uhf," she grunted, slapping her twat down on his face without remorse. Right against his nose, and hard enough that she broke one of the few parts of his body that hadn't gotten busted against Shadow Kahn. "Mmm–" she then groaned as she tweaked her hips, dragging and grinding herself down to his mouth-hole, mismatched lips forming a cross.

"Goddamnit, stop it–" Teo growled out with as much force as he could muster, which was no more impressive than his idea of a bite. He grimaced as her pierced clit made gave a hello, marking a complete trifecta between her three most feminine aspects. Suckles and teases upon his right nut took away his voice before her cunt did.

Cassie paused for a moment to relish that first kiss, all lust and no romance. She moaned heady enjoyment, even as she heedlessly squashed the poor man's face beneath her thirsty snatch. Were it any other man with a less impressive cock, she might've just remained there, but Teo's in-ring presence demanded more of her. With a brisk swing of her head, she tossed her ass-length blonde hair back and reached behind herself, gathering it in-hand near her nape and deftly using her scrunchie for its intended purpose, putting it all in a ponytail. 

As the Commander of Earthrealm's Special Forces, Cassie always came prepared for the mission at hand. With all other preparations complete, she took a deep breath and girded herself for an opponent that would make the Elder God she had slain look like a Peanuts character. It started with a forward dip of her body, one that pulled short.

Unlike the other C, Cassie was not a virgin. It was not her first time engaging in a threesome or having sex with questionable degrees of consent, nor her first time having a lovely little sixty-nine. But a full foot of fat luchador cock was definitely new territory, with unexpected complications. Its tenement-like high rise kept her from taking straight to elbows and knees. After a second of consideration, she adapted, dipping lower, arched back dropping lush tits upon Teo's belly. Gripping him with one hand, the blonde bitch set straight to sloppy strokes, enabled by Cassandra's copious cock-gargling. Long and devious, her loving tongue eagerly ran along the topside of his shaft, first tracing up and then down, then swishing up its left flank and crossing to run down its right.

"Get– the fuck off, I can't breathe," Teo tried to groan out from beneath the woman who had turned his face into her throne. He might not have had a choice in what happened to him, but what he did was his choice, save for all that which was automatic and incidental results of his actions. Though he remained determined not to give Cassie's pussy the pleasure she desired, moving his mouth to complain was something, teasing her with lips and breath. Even as she set to work on his cock, she kept her hips moving with firm, forceful movements, wetly grinding down on his face.

On occasion, those hips would lift a hair, as though to give the poor man the breathing room he so deeply desired. Any sense of relief therein was quickly lost when Cassie's hips just as quickly slapped her cunny back down on his mouth, insistently reaching for her desired result. If she heard his pleas or his grunts of aggravated pain, they only seemed to fuel her giggles and purring moans against his cock. 

Lower but not too far away from Cassie's red-painted mouth, Cassandra's earnest enjoyment of the wrestler's lower half was only growing more visibly obvious. One of her hands had raked down along his thigh, leaving four long scratch marks along it, one bleeding. It had then slid away from him and beneath her, finding her not-so-innocent hole and beginning to rub at the little pink pearl peeking out from behind its clit. The self-derived pleasure added a moan around the single nut she had managed to get into her mouth, and that wasn't something she achieved by coaxing it inside. 

After releasing Teo's bleeding leg, she had squirmed herself up closer, all but plugging her face against his sack, suckling and massaging that lucky testicle with her tongue. The old Cassandra never would have considered doing anything like this – but well, Kombat Rage had sparked something special between her and her fellow CC. Brash and fun-loving, Cassie was just the right person to get Cassandra to try new things. Like relationships. Masturbation. Breeding.

It had already been ten, maybe twelve minutes since they began to have their way with Teo, and he knew that was nine more than most would have lasted if they were willing participants without the benefit of powerful painkillers. Ten minutes was a long time for a blowjob, let alone women switching off and making a wet mess of his mask with a pussy he might've enjoyed if it didn't belong to a friend's daughter. 

It would be another ten with Cassie on top of his face like that, and she only dared rise to attempt throating him halfway through it. Tantalised by his cock, her tongue finally raced its way to the peak of his cock, with a polite pause along the col of Dick Mountain. The god-slaying blonde flickered the tip of her sin-loving tongue along his sensitive underside, giving him only a second to prepare himself before its next flick ran up and right over his leaking cum-slit. Cassandra's tongue had already been there, but the morphine had still been going strong when it had.

Now, Teo's adrenaline had handedly kicked its ass, dulling pain on its own merit while allowing him to feel things he'd really rather not. Though, his body certainly didn't give anyone that impression– he gave a deep groan and lurched his hips with an instinctive thrust, not flinching back but pushing towards the lewd touch. Cassie laughed out loud once, a pleasant bark of a laugh, then wrapped her lips around him.

Unlike her girlfriend, Cassie Cage did not have the benefit of being trained young to hide live steel safely in her throat. Being able to suppress her gag reflex was something that she had trained to do on cocks aplenty, and whatever other phallic object was at hand when she needed one. But not once in all of her ridiculous flings had she tried to gulp down a monster cock that would have looked fake on camera. 

Cocksure of her capabilities despite that, she descended straight down, impaling herself readily upon his raw tower of stiff meat. Her throat was immediately less than sure of said cock, forming a slight but visible bulge within her throat as she forced it along, tight muscles twitching and squeezing reactively in spite of her instinctive repression.

Lower again, Cassandra had not gotten bored of Teo's nuts in all the time she had spent worshipping them. Both parts of the plump sack were well-coated with her thirst for him, but there was more she could do– things she had watched Cassie to do others in demonstration, as they prepared for this , the first of the many times they'd fuck Verde Rapaz. Her clit-teasing fingers left her twat quibbling unhappily in favour of the luchador's body. Both sets of digits ran up along his inner thigh, thumbs going beneath his sloppy sack to lift them up. Lower her face went, brushing against their damp wrinkles as she went past them–

The high pitch of Teo's surprised, pained squeal would have put an end to his wrestling career, were he to return home with footage of it. Still raised in traction, the spread of his legs allowed Cassandra to reach a part of a man normally inaccessible when laying flat. And even though Teo had plenty of fun in his time… well, well, well. He liked to be on top. He liked to make sure his lovers had a great time before he had a good time.

And he really didn't ever intend to do anything with the defining part of anyone's ass, whether it was his or theirs. Fortunately, the nurses that Cassie and Cassandra were replacing hadn't been shy about cleaning that part of him; the size of his dick had clearly scared them off the front. Fuckfuckfuck what is she doing is this a mistake–  

As Cassie's first lick along his asshole turned to a second, well, it clearly wasn't a mistake. Her lurid intent seemed plain. With his balls resting heavy, wet and warm on her cheek, she had at him with a feverish intensity. With all the training she had done, her inexperienced tongue was precise, particular, and loved every crude minute of the act. She didn't taste ass, she tasted man , and it sent her body deeper into a frenzy.

Up top, Cassie wasn't turned off by the schoolgirl-worthy pitch Teo had reached in that moment of horror– still, she began to struggle. Not even a quarter down her shaft, and her throat began to feel the burn as holding off the fear of asphyxiation became an impossible ask of her mind. He was just too big ! Just too thick! Longer than her neck, and inside her then and there, it felt at least half as thick as it. The blonde wasn't the type of slut to back down from a challenge, though, and certainly not one she had put upon herself. She held position as long as she could while her mental grip on her gag reflex slipped. Previously deliberate, the twitching muscles lining her esophagus began to spasm and recoil, trying to chuck him out. In the process, they milked his turgid length like a fertile pussy desperate for seed.

Cassie fought to keep herself there, straining, choking, quickly running out of air. She was a fighter , one of the best fighters , bred and born by two of Earthrealm's finest– but even she had a limit, and THANK FUCKING GOD her mind groaned when she felt a dull but distinct throb from his throat-hugged meat. Now knowing that he was near the point of no return, Cassie dragged herself back up his cock, pushing down roughly on his pelvis in the process.

Teo whimpered in fresh agony, unaware if he had a break or fracture there or if he had undergone surgery in the midst of healing. Either way, the hurt was bad enough that his vision flashed white and his body spasmed fitfully, a subsequent howl muffled by muff. His cock popped free of Cassie's mouth, that first quarter of shaft smeared red by her lipstick. As she coughed and blinked back tears, the blonde gasped out, "Cassandra, you gotta– now, you gotta now."

The little black-haired bitch got in there good and kissed the nice guy's a-hole goodbye, before up she went, her hair a mess, face damp with her own sweat and residual nut-sweat too. "It's time?" Cassandra asked Cassie with a gleam in her eyes, looking upon her lover, nearly purple in the face but no less gorgeous for it. With a grimace, the blonde nodded, before giving a quickly-stifled squeak as the former Batgirl grabbed her head and pulled her in for a hard kiss.

There was more love and affection in that tongue-tangling mash of lips than the vertical-on-horizontal smooches that Cassie had given Teo, not that he could see it. As the peak of his pain passed, dark floaters and flashes of colour spotted across his vision. He felt sick, dazed, his reeling mind struggling to even remember where he was. All he knew was that he was in danger, that the pair atop of him was going to be the end of him.

An athletic babe's weight left his face and he sucked in as much breath as he could, refilling lungs long since spent, gulping in even more than he could keep trapped in his lungs. Cassie threw her arms around Cassandra and crushed herself against the smaller woman, breast to breast, trying to stick that dick-loving tongue of hers right down Cassandra's throat. Cassandra's attempt to do the same kept either from succeeding, but for the both of them, the act was more about the journey than the destination–

"HELP!" Teo screamed with all he had. "I NEED HELP!"

–unlike what happened next. The kiss broke abruptly, a string of spittle between their mouths breaking and adding to the mess upon Teo's broken body. Cassandra shoved Cassie back, and the blonde giggled breathlessly as she fell back, jostling his raised arms and dropping her body's weight on his poor ribs. He made a ragged noise and blacked out, deflated, missing the response to his plea. The complete lack thereof, anyway. 

Though it had been busy yesterday, the hospital wing had been emptied out, all patients moved elsewhere and all nurses reassigned on Bruce Wayne's dime. He came back out of it as Cassie was getting back into position. Cassandra already was, standing on the bed to squat over his full foot of babe-breaking cock. Down she eased, grasping his shaft in one hand that couldn't adequately hold it, the other spreading her cunt apart with two pushing fingers.

God, what is with these women? Why me? How many other men have either of them done this to…?

Cassandra's expression flickered briefly, but her stoic facade did not break, even as she gave a little wiggle of her hips that teased her entrance with him, before managing a full nock. Then she licked her lips, and with a powerful flex of calves and thighs shoved herself down on the juggernaut bitch-breaker that Teo was always very careful with. Five inches, just like that. No preamble. Shock kept her cunt from squeezing too tight for the penetration.

What. Teo knew what damage his cock could cause; until things were well underway, he treated each woman he fucked like they were a virgin, their first time necessitating the most tender attention he could give them. Never more so when he knew or realised late that they were actually a virgin– but of course, Cassandra did not give him that opportunity.

Through all the gymnastics and perils inherent to assassination and vigilante activity, her hymen had remained intact until she dropped herself upon his cock. Teo knew the feeling of that tearing barrier all too well; Cassie's backside kept him from seeing Cassandra's understated reaction, a twitch of her eye and a tensing of her neck and jaw. Cassie had done so much to prepare Cassandra, short of slapping on a strap-on and fucking her– that, the blonde had decided, needed to be saved for the real deal. 

Cassandra was glad of it. The sensation of her pussy stretching, giving way to his maddening girth… it made her eye twitch twice more, her teeth clenching shut as she struggled to keep her mind intact. Bigger definitely felt best, as she had suspected. "In…in… incredible," she muttered through her pursed lips. "It's incredible, Cassie." The pain of her maidenhood's rupture barely warranted a grunt on her part, unlike the breathy moan that finally slipped out of her as she began to push down. More and more of Teo's cock bullied its way through her tense tunnel, its power unable to be denied.

"Yeah?" the blonde asked with a wanton grin, tossing her ponytail from dangling along her front to hang over her back, the very picture of her mother at her sluttiest. "Good. Take that fucking dick, babe. You look so hot with it splitting you open." They ignored Teo's pleading whimper as Cassandra accidentally brushed against his broken legs, with Cassie shimmying along his front, straddling him again.

"I… I don't think… not the whole thing," the dark-haired slut whispered, her hands reaching out to grasp for the support of Cassie's body once she'd taken perhaps half his length. 

"Don't worry about it. I'm here. I'll help you," Cassie promised her girlfriend, giving a few needy grinds of her twat against Teo's belly before pressing herself close to the other CC. The two embraced tightly, albeit with Cassie's hands grabbing at Cassandra's toned ass– pushing down with a flagrant disregard for those complaints. Loud slaps rang through the room as Cassie slapped the fit backside, each time encouraging the tiny woman's snatch to quiver, momentary relaxations allowing more and more to ease inside.

There would be no riding, no grand finale. Eight inches, and they got what they were looking for out of Teo without ceremony. Exhausted and with the adrenaline in his system wearing thin, he just couldn't handle the end of his dry spell. His nuts churned out the load that had built up within them, jetting rope after rope of spunk up towards Cassandra's cervix with enough force to splatter within her. She let out an uncharacteristic squeak and shuddered, not cumming from the insemination or penetration but feeling a shadow of that thing Cassie promised her she one day would. 

They knew their first peaks upon Verde Rapaz's glorious cock wouldn't be now, in the hospital– they could have waited and put in the effort to woo him. Could have given him a chance to have a little more choice and autonomy. Cassie wasn't a patient woman, though, and all the preparation had left Cassandra needy. The latter clung tight to the former, trembling inside and out as he just… kept going, the amount of seed sown inside her feeling obscene relative to what she knew of reproductive anatomy.

"That's it, babe. You did great. I bet you're pregnant already," Cassie giggled in Cassandra's ear, stroking along her spine with a fond touch. That filthy bet was placed before Cassandra gingerly rose from her impaled position, a baffling deluge of cum immediately pouring out of her wrecked cunt and leaving Teo's softening cock luridly covered. "Holy fuck ," the blonde said, with wide eyes and then cackling laughter. "This is going to be the best mission ever."

"Uhn," Cassandra grunted with another eye-twitch, rubbing absentmindedly at her cum-leaking battered box. "Yeah," she then agreed, before wobbling off. "Do you… do you want to have your turn now?" She looked towards the cart of untouched food. The dessert portion had an opaque lid over it, hiding something that sure as shit wasn't chocolate pudding. Instead, it housed an intimidatingly large needle whose contents were sure to leave their man hard for hours, even if his balls shrivelled up in fright at its size.

"Nah," Cassie proposed as she eased up, stretching languidly and giving a thoughtful look at the damage they had wrought. Though Teo's cock flopped over his balls, it was still spurting little shots of his potent cum. "We should probably clean up. Think my dad is coming by to visit him later today. Though hey, let's take a little something to mark the occasion–" 

A minute later, the blonde was shaking out a Polaroid to reveal their selfie, their faces flanking Teo's spent but cum-covered cock– hers grinning, and Cassandra giving a small, genuine smile. Instead of getting straight to cleaning, they went about using up the entire roll of film, fully intent on having a photo album chock full of lewd pics to enjoy in the future.

Teo's nightmare was just beginning.