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Forgive the spelling, my spellchecker is gone... don't ask me where, it's just gone.
Okay, let's get one thing straight, this story is intended for
adults only. So what's an adult? Anyone who is over the age legally
required of them to view pornography in thier country and/or state. If
you are below that age it is illegal for you to read the following
story and doing so will fully release me from any and all responsibility,
whether you read this disclaimer or not.
The characters contained herein are the property of Marvel and
DC Comics, and are used without permission, however no copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.
I am basing this story in the time between issues four and five
of JLA and Avengers, the story can be considered as a What If? or
Elseworlds story depending on your tastes, and should not be considered
as a part of regular (that's non-porno) DC or Marvel Continuity.
The teams are as follows :
JLA - Superman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash,
Green Lantern, Aquaman and Green Arrow.
Avengers - Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch,
Hawkeye, Warbird, Justice and Firestar.
With appearances by Oracle, Nightwing, Tomorrow Woman, Tigra,
Moondragon and Eros.
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me what you think.
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runs the site.. also, not all the stories on the site are mine,
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(*) I haven't been able to check these out yet, but have been
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And now, finally, here is the story!
JLA/Avengers - The Forgotten, Part Five.
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Martian Manhunter Vs Binary.
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Despite his incredible speed, he almost wasn't fast enough.
As soon as J'onn and Carol had appeared in the strange, glowing
blue dome of energy, he combat training had taken over and she'd fired
a blast of energy at him. Twisting to the side, her blast singed the
ends of his blue cape, and then he was floating up and away from her.
"Down you go, tall green and ugly!" yelled Carol and blasted
at him again, the energy burning from her clenched fist, raised above
her in a dramatic gesture.
The Martian Manhunter dodged this one a little easier, having
had time to see the blast coming, and not being at such close proximity
to her.
His eyes burned red and Martian Vision smashed into her, knocking
her to the ground. He instantly cut off the eyebeams, hoping this had
been enough to knock her out. But Carol did not go down so easily, she
lept to her feet and growling her defiance she flew up after him. He
drew backwards and his cape touched the glowing blue dome, through
which he could see seemingly endless expanses of desert, touched it and
caught on fire.
"Hahhhh!" he cried, stripping the cape from his body and throwing
it with his considerable strength. It happened to hit Binary, who burnt
it away with little more than a thought.
J'onn dropped to the ground, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and
his teeth gritted, his race's instinctual fear of fire threatening to
overtake everything else of importance.
Carol dropped to the ground beside him, eyeing him warily, as if
expecting some sort of trap. Then her manner relaxed and she stepped
forward, a sneer crossing her face.
"You're scared of fire, aren't you? How pathetic?"
He took a swipe at her, but she lept nimbly back.
"What's the matter, you burn down the house back when you were
a kid?" her tone was derogatory, sarcastic,"Shit, and here I thought you
were going to be tough!"
He was standing again, and attempting to regain his composure, now
that the flame was gone, disintegrated by the destruction of his cape, his
fear had disappeared with it.
"Fear of fire is but an instinctual reflex of my people, and it is
severe in my case because I lost my wife and daughter to flame... but I
will not allow it to stand in the way of my duty. I have overcome it
before and if necessary could overcome it again."
"Nice words," she said, dropping into a confident, ready battle
stance. Any worries she had had about her ability to take him down
now that her powers had become diminished had disappeared when she had
seen him drop and cower on the floor,"But I get the feeling that if I
flicked a zippo you'd be pissing your pants and crying for mommy!"
"As I said," replied J'Onn, calm now, knowing this battle could
be won without further physical violence,"I am able to overcome my
weakness, can you overcome yours?"
"What?" she replied, impatient, wanting to get in close where
he wouldn't be able to move so fast and blast him into next week.
"I mean to say," replied J'Onn, unperturbed,"That how can you
overcome your alcoholism when you won't even acknowledge it?"
Her eyes grew wide, this was the second time that a member of
this team had brought up her drinking problem, what were they, mind
readers or something?
In fact J'Onn WAS telepathic, and had been able to get into her
mind and see that she was in fact an alcoholic, her subconscious knowing
it even if her conscious mind would not accept it.
"I don't have a drinking problem," she replied,"That's Ton...uhh,
I mean Iron Man's department."
"How many drinks have you had today?" he asked her,"One? Two?
maybe more? Was it even evening when you left your world?"
"Shut up!" she yelled, forgetting her battle stance and standing
up straight, making an excellent target if he chose to attack her, which
he didn't... yet.
"Is that a new cocktail? this Shut up?" asked J'Onn, his
expression not changing, only a curious look on his face,"How many of
those do you have, just to help you unwind? Or perhaps to relax you after
a hard day?"
"Shut up! shut up! Shut up!" she screamed at him,"I don't have a
drinking problem! You don't even know me, and if I take to odd drink to
get me through the day so what!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up?" asked J'Onn, the same curious look
on his face,"Does that mean you had three of these wonderful cocktails
of yours to... how did you justify.. uh, I mean explain it... to get
you through the day?"
"FUCK UP!" she screamed and lunged at him, her hands extended
like claws, the pure power of a white hole at her fingertips. But J'Onn
had been ready, and easily sidestepped. Her impetous carried her forward
and into the glowing blue dome, which J'Onn was sure had been set up by
The Forgotten to limit thier mobility and lead them into a arms down, all
out brawl till ione dropped.
Carol screamed as she hit the dome. At her full power, when she
took on her Binary form, she could have withstood the pain quite easily,
and maybe even destroyed the dome. But her powers had become diminished,
and it was her skin, a hybrid of human and Kree, that came into contact
with the energy.
Blue light crackled off her, and she kicked and jerked, in her
pain and fear she desperately tried to push through the dome instead of
pulling away.
J'Onn was shocked to see her clothes catch alight and her hair
begin to smoke, he made to take a step forward, but the heat from the
flames made him hesitate.
"Pull backwards!" he yelled,"Pull out!"
But she continued to scream and try to push through the
forcefield, and when he tried to take control of her mind it was too
jumbled and insane with red images of pain to get ahold off.
He hesitated a moment more, then plunged forward and grabbed
her about the waist, the fire on her costume and the blue light from the
dome sending shockwaves through his nervous system. He pulled back with
a great heave, and the two of them fell back. She fell onto him, and he
immediately pushed her off and rolled her over to put the flames out.
His own skin was charred and burned, and his blood was racing at
what felt like a thousand miles an hour, but he felt a stange feeling,
almost like pride, that he had not only overcome his fear of fire again,
but that he had taken at least a step to save his Universe. Then the
feeling fell away as he recalled that to save his Universe, the other
must die... and not just die but be erased from all history. An
unmistakable feeling of guilt washed over him... but what choice did he
have?
"Bravo," said a quiet voice, The Forgotten no doubt, probably
speaking through some sort of speaker system in the floor. The Manhunter
was interested to note the voice sounded unsure of itself... perhaps
it had not predicted this outcome?
"To tell the truth," said The Forgotten quietly,"I expected you
to lose... well done."
"Save your commendations," replied Manhunter, looking down on
Binary's burnt body,"And do something to help this woman."
- Winner - The Martian Manhunter.
--
Remarkably, Clark was one of the perhaps five percent of men
who wasn't lying when he said he had never masturbated. During his
puberty he had had wet dreams of course, and one memorable evening back
in Smallville he had shot his load in his pants while dryhumping
Lana Lang, but over the last ten years of so he had actually never
cum until a few minutes ago when he blew his load in Wanda's mouth.
At that point he had wondered how anything could feel any
better than that, a nice warm, wet and willing mouth.
Now he knew better.
Kneeling in front of Wanda, he had taken his cock in hand and
positioned it at her pussy. He could swear he could feel the heat
radiating from the pink treaure, and just looking at her parted cuntlips
and neatly trimmed, red pussy hair had nearly made him blow his load
again. Her vagina gleamed with a light sheen of natural lubrication,
she had gotten off on sucking his dick, and now her entire body was
on fire with anticipation at the thought of having that big dick of
his crammed as deeply into her cunt as was possible.
Now in position, Clark pushed forward slightly, parting her
cuntlips and allowing the head of his cock to press inside. He gasped
at the tight, velvety feel of it, and this was just the head!
Slowly, he leaned forward over her body as he pushed slowly
into her, her cunt spreading apart before his cock, taking in inch after
inch. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her up, and he matched
her moans as he felt a cunt for the first time... and liked it.
With five inches inside of her, Clark had her cuntlips spread
as far as nessecary, with a push he slammed another four inches (all
that would fit) up into her cunt, making his beautiful, red headed
wife scream in pleasure.
"YES!" she cried,"OH YES IT'S SO BIG!"
Clark grinned, his cock swelling even more if that was possible
as he heard her words.
He had a hold on her waist, and as he pulled out and then
pushed back in again, he dragged her with him, sliding her up and down
along the sheets of the bed as he began to fuck her faster and
faster. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in
enthusiasm, and he was soon fucking her with a vengeance. Her head
snapped back and forward and she was make a loud,'ahhhhhhhhh' sound
as she pushed and pulled with him, throwing her entire body into the
fuck. They slammed their hips together and ground thier pelvises
against each other with a frenzy, fucking each other like there was
no tomorrow.
He had started to lean forward over her body at first, but
now he was on her knees again, holding her waist with one of his
arms while other supported his back. Suddenly, unexpectedly he
lifted her up so they were face to face, her large, firm breasts
pressed against his chest. They kissed, tasting each others mouths,
thier tongues writhing against the other as Clark pumped his hips
up and she ground her pussy down against his cock. Sweat dripped
freely of thier bodies, and Wanda's juices ran down both thier thighs
as she came, breaking the kiss and screaming in ectasy, her body
shuddering with desire, arching her back and throwing those big tits
of her forwards, the nipples erect and openly inviting Clark, who took
the opportunity and leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking
on it.
Wanda's hips were almost frantic now, bouncing up and down
frenetically, trying to get every last inch of that glorious fuckpole
of Clark's inside of her. Her clitoris was on fire, buzzing with
pleasure as her cunt gripped down tightly on the cock fucking her,
desperately trying to milk his cum from him so he could shoot it
deep up her pussy. Her head was still thrown back, her read hair now
a tangled, sweaty mess, was hanging down and brushing against the
firm globes of her milky white ass, and even that was driving her
crazy.
For his part, Clark couldn't believe the sensations overcoming
him, he was powerless to control his body, and what's more he had no
desire to. For one of the first times in his life he was actually
letting go and allowing sensation to control him. The hot slickness
of Wanda's pussy was a hot commodity, the only weakness he had that
could stop him from being Superman. He envisioned long nights at
home, fucking his beautiful wife everywhere and anywhere that he
was able. On the table, the floor, by the fire... heck, with his
powers he could fuck her on the ceiling!
He loved having her tits in his mouth, sucking on the rock
hard nipples and the firm, fat flesh around it. He alternated
between them as he slammed his cock harder and harder, faster and
faster into her pussy, leaving one saliva and sweat coated breast
for the other, then slipping back.
He could hear Wanda moaning an,'ah, ah, ah, ah, ah' in time
to his thrusts, and knowing that she was loving this just as much as
he was just made it all the more pleasurable.
That was it, he could take no more, he quickly lowered Wanda
back onto the bed, not missing a thrust, and then pulled back so he
was on his knees facing her again, gripping her by the hips and
fucking her hot, tight pussy for all he was worth. Wanda's cunt
held on just a tightly, squeezing and milking his dick, begging for
him cum... and he complied.
Grabbing her hips even more firmly and pulling her forward
as he thrust, so every last possible inch was pushed inside of her, he
released what little control he had left and shot his sperm, firing
it deep up her pussy.
"Huunnnh, yes!" he groaned as he fired a couple more streams,
and then the strength went out of his body and he fell back, falling
off the bed. His cock made a sucking noise as it was pulled out of
Wanda's gushing cunt.
After a few minutes, Clark slid one elbow onto the bed and
smiled at her. She lay with arms and legs splayed to the side, a huge
smile on her face and her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she
caught her breath.
"Wow," he said,"Not bad, eh Lois?"
"Not at all," she replied,"I... huh? Who's Lois?"
Clark look confused,"You... I mean, aren't.... what's happening?"
"Vision?" she whispered, looking shocked,"I don't know you, who
are you....."
And then her hex broke....
.... As Ozymandias disappeared back into the gloom, Wanda and
Clark reappeared in a flash of red light. But now Clark was back in
his Superman costume and Wanda was wearing her Scarlet Witch outfit.
She was on her knees, practically in tears, Superman stood
next to her, uncertain as to how he should react. Technically he had
just cheated on his wife.
"That was an interesting diversion," laughed The
Unforgotten,"Luckily one of my monitors was transported in the hex
bubble that caught you two... but now, time is of the essence, and one
of you still has to defeat the other."
Superman hesitated just a second, then reluctantly stepped
towards Scarlet Witch.
"I'm sorry, I'll try not to hurt you."
He raised his hand, meaning to hit her with his lightest possible
chop and knock her unconscious. As he began to bring it down she lifted
her own arms as if to shield herself.
Supermans arm descended, and came to within an inch of hitting
her... until a hand seemingly made of purple bubbles grabbed his arm
and stopped it in mid-motion.
The startled Man of Steel looked up at the stranger holding his
arm... a grip he didn't seem able to break.
"Just hold it right there, buddy," said Simon Williams - Wonder
Man -,"I don't take too kindly to men who hit women."
Superman had a feeling this fight had only just begun.
-------------------
Aquaman Vs Justice.
-------------------
Okay, the guy in the red cape is Superman," said Justice, the
confident smirk on his face driving his opponent wild,"He can do
everything basically. And the green guy is smart, a strategist. The
lady with the lasso can fly and hit and soforth, the guy in the red suit
can run fast, the Batdude is a batdude and the guy with that freaky
green eyemask can make anything with his ring," Justice paused,"So just
what is it that do you do? Go clean rocks where there have been
oilspills?"
Aquaman growled fiercely, the harpoon that had replaced his
hand gleamed as he raised it.
"There's a lot more to me than you think kiddo."
"Come one!" laughed Justice,"Hit me with your best shot, I bet
you don't even get close!"
"Don't have to," grunted Aquaman, and then squeezed his eyes shut,
concentrating all his force on a psionic attack that would drop the kid
into unconciousness.
Justice blanched, took a step back... and started laughing.
"Geez louise," he laughed,"If you're the best telepath they've
got your Universe doesn't stand much of a chance! On my Universe most
heroes have learnt a long time ago to erect psi-barriers in thier minds."
Aquaman was gasping slightly, he had put everything he had into
that telepathic assualt and the smartmouthed little bastard had laughed
it off.
"Okay, try this!" he roared and his harpoon fired from his hand,
the long cord running behind it as it shot straight for Justice... who
watched it bounce uselessly off his telekinetic shield.
- Damn! - growled Aquaman in his own mind, and then he was
flying backwards as a tk blast smashed into him, knocking him against
the sanddunes in the huge desert they had found themselves in, - Okay,
that alien freak probably put you here to keep you out of your element,
but there's water everywhere, you just gotta find it. -
He stretched out his senses and found it, an underground stream
many feet below them, running directly in Justice's path.
"Take this!" he roared and water exploded out from under Justice,
wrapping ineffectively around his tk shield. Aquaman had expected this
however, and had only used the water as a diversion. He really wanted
to soak himself and hopefully replenish some of his lost strength.
But he could only stare in shock as the water stopped only a few
inches above him, he had been enscapulated in a tk cocoon, and Justice
was revelling in his first offical victory as an Avenger.
- Winner - Justice.
End Part Five.
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