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[Author's Note: Selina Kyle in this world never got the "riot grrl" makeover with the short hair and Robert Palmer girl androgynous look. Fuck that. She's got her hair long and proud, and wears a more technologically advanced and armored version of this http://s3.amazonaws.com/bonanzleimages/afu/images/1719/6917/catwoman_giant_5828_balent.jpg iconic suit, with a black "leather" bustiere/camisole over her midsection to visually balance out the boots and gloves. The entire outfit is bulletproof, and loaded with high-tech enhancements despite it's "bedroom wear" appearance. Also, she was never a prostitute, fuck you very much Frank Miller, nor was she saddled with a baby (a uniquely female version of "put on a bus"), fuck you very much DC. Sorry to have to rant about this, but it's amazing how much it's possible for idiots to ruin a perfect character.]

Chapter 8: Cat Toys and Kitty Treats

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X-FACTOR HEADQUARTERS, UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, CENTRAL CALIFORNIA

Jean Grey mmmed softly as she awoke to strong arms around her, cuddling her from behind, and a nice thick hard shaft nestled between her asscheeks. The memory of the wonderful sex that had filled the night before filtered back into her mind, and she smiled.

"Mm, Warren, up and ready already? You're a hungry one..."

She was surprised when it was a different yet familiar voice that spoke. "Not Warren, darlin'. He's curled up with 'Locke, still dreamin' o' sugarplums or whatever."

She softly chuckled. "Oh, sorry... good morning Logan. I should have known you'd be up first." she paused. "In more ways than one." And then she wriggled her soft but firm ass around that nestled shaft, getting a soft groan of pleasure from him.

"Actually I think Storm was first, she's long gone, so's new girl, I think they're doing orientation or somethin'. Kat and her girls went back to their room sometime too, 'Yana prolly ported them to their bed so they could be more comfortable. Took Angelica with 'em. So pretty much just us die-hards are left. I woke up, cleaned up, ate somethin', and curled back up with you. You were alone, and looked too good to pass up. So I took a nap with ya and now here we are."

She nodded, and smiled with a soft chuckle. "I should have figured. All right... if you can be gentle and quiet, you can do whatever you want to me but let's not wake up the others ok?"

He nodded, and paused, gently grinding his cock between those wonderful cheeks. "Anythin' I want...?"

She paused. "Umm I don't know about that... I mean I don't mind giving it to you but I don't know if I can do it yet without Psylocke's help. I had a hell of a time with Warren before she kicked in and helped me through it."

A softly accented female voice spoke up from nearby. "Don't worry about it, love, I've got you. Do your thing, and when you're at that point I'll guide you again. I'll take my cut of the fun for my trouble, and hell maybe I'll even wake up Warren to get some fun of my own."

A deeper, decidedly male voice grumbled softly. "No, do not wake up Warren. Warren is tired, if you want to reach Warren leave a message and he'll get back to you when his blue ass wakes up."

Psylocke chuckled along with the others as Warren rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head. and she smiled. "Well I guess I'll just ride along with your fun then. Looks like the others are still out."

He nodded, and looked that way with her. Jess and Carol were cuddled tight on the couch, and the clone twins Feral, or Fera for short as they liked to be called, were curled up with one another on the floor in an almost 69 position, half on their sides and their neads nestled on each other's thighs. It looked rather comfy, and very catlike.

"Yeah..." he said with a smile of remembrance. "We were still goin' last night after the rest of you were done and down for the count."

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LAST NIGHT

Logan groaned in pleasure as he pumped inside Jessica Drew from behind, her atop of Jane in a 69 position as they tasted of one another as Logan moved inside Jessica's tightly-gripping pink sheath. He blinked as Carol gave a soft shout and a cry to her god... looking over, he saw that the two Feral twins that were his clones were giving it to her --both at once. One beneath her, sheathed in her perfect pussy, and the other one had just pushed up her ass. Carol was wide-eyed at the difficult but intense intrusion, moaning with the mixture of pleasure and pain that wracked her body. Jessica was similarly surprised, but chuckled and teased her friend about her tendency to go for extremes. Carol just flipped her off, and concentrated on the powerful double fucking she was revceiving from the twin shapeshifting girls.

Logan couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of the one fucking her ass, and then over to Warren and Psylocke who had fallen asleep with his softening dick still not quite out of her butt, and even Jean who had Warren's cum dripping from her reddened asshole from the first ever assfucking of her life. Jessica followed his gaze and deduced his line of thought.

"Alright..." she said finally. "But slow and gentle and lots of lube. I'm not Psylocke and I'm still no expert at this. If you hurt me I'll zap your fuzzy ass." She grinned, proving she was more playful than threatening, but she also meant it to go easy on her. Doing what she asked with the lube, and using it on his fingers to ready her ass for his dick, finally both moaned as one as he pushed slowly but surely to the hilt in her perfect, gripping bowels. Even as they began he knew it would be the last fuck of the night for them both, Jessica's stamina was fading and even he could use a rest. But not until they'd shared one last orgasm with her amazing ass at the center of their pleasure.

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As wonderful as those memories were, they faded to irrelevance in his mind as he worked Jean to passionate readiness with expert fingers, and then pushed into her sweet perfect pussy and continued those fingers on her little pleasure bud at the top of her slit, angling himself to provide the maximum stimulation for her but as little as possible for himself, looking to bring her off first and saving himself for later. He succeeded as she had to muffle her face in the pillow to avoid waking the room with the vocalizations of her pleasure, and he smiled as she finished and he pulled out to put the tip of his dick at her perfect, puckered rear entrance. He looked to Psylocke to confirm that she was indeed linked with Jean and ready to help her through the second anal experience of her life.

As he slowly pushed into the most intimate and private part of her body, she was pleasantly surprised at how much easier it was this time and how much sooner the pleasure began and how quickly any discomfort faded. She knew it was Psylocke helping her, but she also knew she was gaining experience at it. She wasn't sure this was something she wanted to do on an all the time basis like Betsy seemed to like it, but she could certainly see herself doing this on occasion. A nice reward for her lovers to give out as a special treat.

It wasn't a bad deal for herself either, especially with Betsy's help. And as she felt the pleasure build within her deepest self, she knew that when the time came that her lover would be roaring his completion and blasting his liquid lust into her core, she would be joining him in an explosive climax of her own.

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AVENGERS MANSION WEST, SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA, EVENING

Diana sighed. That approaching headache feeling was returning. "How is what she did any different than what you wanted to do? Take disputed property from one claimant and deliver it to another, who you feel is the proper owner? That's exactly what she did."

Kal-El blinked at her from the other side of the monitor. "How about the fact that the museum is the legal owner, and they reported it stolen and an arrest warrant was issued for the thief? She committed a crime, whether you want to admit it or not."

Diana shook her head. "Under American law, maybe. But if the Thunderans are a genuine aboriginal people, under international law they have every right to take action to claim lands and cultural artifacts as part of revolutionary activities designed to reassert their independence. They would be declared freedom fighters, even if they're inside the borders of a nation-state that doesn't recognize them. And if they do claim that status, the jurisdiction that applies would be the World Court, not an American one."

He frowned. "I... even if that's technically correct, that doesn't authorize you to take unilateral action on their behalf. You know that if the museum wants to press charges against you it can do that, right?"

Diana shrugged. "I have diplomatic immunity, worst they can do is deport me. That's another technicality I know you don't care for, it feels wrong to you that someone can be above American law, but I suggest you learn to deal with it. American law isn't the be-all end-all, and American authority isn't absolute. You have a very America-centric viewpoint, and you always have. But from a world perspective, it just comes off as arrogant."

He resisted the urge to facepalm. "This isn't about me, Diana. The fact is, we operate in America and we're tolerated here to the extent that we represent law and order in the minds of the public and the eyes of the government. This country just fought a civil war over the legal status of superhumans, remember? It was sparked by heroes acting like they're above the law. Even if you're technically correct, and immune to prosecution, is it really a good idea to flaunt the fact?"

Diana frowned. "I am not here to be bound to the ways of Man's World. I'm here to light a different path."

Clark sighed. There was no winning with her, and there came a time that even an invulnerable head grew weary of being slammed against an unyielding wall. "Well it's out of my hands now. The papers are filed, I've given my report, and the chips will fall where they may. Whatever happens next isn't up to me." He paused, and then added. "As far as the League is concerned, the issue is settled. You've been issued a non-binding resolution of censure by majority vote, which I abstained from. It will remain part of your permanent record, but the membership voted against any more serious punishment. You can come home whenever you're ready. Superman out."

A soft sigh from the doorway indicated that Tigra, her host here at the Avengers facility, had caught at least part of the exchange. "I wish I could say he didn't have a point. Things aren't like they were anymore, since Stanford and the Registration Act."

Diana nodded with a sigh of her own. "I understand his viewpoint, even. He's the public face of the League, and he's American to the core. In a way he's rather like an ambassador himself. He has to maintain a good public image, and so does the League. They filed their little motion so it can be on the record, that they acknowledge the waves I make. But I have a different path to walk and I can no more break from it than they can theirs."

She mmmed softly as she felt soft hands begin to massage her shoulders, with a soft purr and an encouragement to go on. She was starting to definitely like this tiger woman.

"That's the whole point of maintaining my diplomatic immunity, in fact. It's not so I can just do whatever I want with no consequences, it's not about my own indulgence. It's about giving me the freedom to follow my conscience and do what I know is right without having to conform to the existing system. My entire purpose here is to lead by example towards a different way. To enlighten Man's World to the old ways, to feminine ways of doing things. To be a warrior for peace. It's a hard enough tightrope to walk without having to follow the letter of Man's law as well."

She saw Tigra nod and smile sympathetically in the reflection of the deactivated monitor screen, and she smiled herself. The woman understood, and empathized with her. It felt good to have someone take her side for a change.

"Why don't you ditch them then and join the Avengers? We'd love to have you, and we're a lot more open-minded than the League is. Captain America led the opposition to Registration, and we have Thor and stuff too who certainly understand an outsider's point of view." she paused, and added. "I'm an outsider now myself..."

Diana nodded, and considered this. She had to admit it was a tempting offer. One whe only wished she could accept. "I... can't. Someone has to provide an alternate voice to their mostly white American good old boy's club, and I'm the only one who stands up to Kal-El."

Tigra chuckled. "Testosterone, it's a hell of a drug."

Diana sighed in agreement. "And the ways of the Patriarchy are so ingrained in them they barely see them. They're blind to their own privilege, and often can't even conceive a different way. I have to be there, to show them that alternative. It's at the very core of my purpose in Man's World. I can't shirk that responsibility."

Tigra nodded, again with that genuine sympathy in her eyes. "Sounds a little like a babysitting gig. I can only imagine how stressful it must be. But if you can't get out of it, I have another idea."

Diana indicated her intrigue, and Tigra continued. "Why don't you join the Avengers as a reserve member? On one level, it's yet another layer to your ambassador duties, acting as a liason between the two most powerful hero teams in the nation, but on another it's an excuse to spend time here getting away from the stress of dealing with the League."

Diana blinked in pleased astonishment. It could actually work. "That, sister, is an absolutely wonderful idea. I accept."

Tigra smiled, and her blue and gold feline eyes glittered with glee and mischief. "Excellent. One thing, though... don't call me 'sister'. It makes me feel creepy about doing things like this."

And as those golden blue eyes locked on hers, the alluring feline leaned in and kissed her, soft lips meeting hers and sending the vibrations of her deep purring as a thrill down Diana's spine, where it met a thrill being sent upwards from below, in the core of Diana's feminine being. She was -really- starting to like this tiger woman.

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Later, they were holding an impromptu welcoming party for both Diana and Cheetara, who had joined the subgroup run by Tigra under an Initiative license to practice superheroing. In attendance were the three original members of that group, one of them to her surprise turning out to be Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl, along with Thor and the two Avengers who arrived to reinforce their teammates at the end of the battle. She'd been introduced to them as Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk, and Monica Rambeaux, Photon. Great food and excellent quality liquor and other drinks were available in abundance, and the lighting in the den had been turned to a nice mood setting level, while the large television screen displayed a computerized pattern of lights and colors that went along with the music. That selection seemed to primarily consist of 1980s New Wave and rock hits mixed in with electronica and techno music of similar tone and feel. It wasn't at all what she considered music by the standards of where she came from, but as modern music went it could certainly be a lot worse.

And while she certainly wanted to get to know Tigra better, --judging from that kiss, she'd get the opportunity to get to know her quite a bit better-- she also wanted to be social and mingle. And one of the top peope she wanted to meet was the green woman who wore a symbol she recognized from the past of her own world. There was certainly a story behind that she'd like to hear.

"So you're the friend of Titania she told me so much about." she opened, with a smile to go along with the joke.

That had led to a very nice conversation indeed, the story she sought being much better news than she expected. Knowing that her friend and former teammate Jade still lived, even in a bodiless form, was of great comfort to her. She'd even gotten to talk to her for a bit, and it was good to know that she was happy despite her odd circumstances. As cruel as fate could often be, sometimes things did work out after all.

After that, she'd ended up cuddled close on the couch with Tigra, who was definitely sending all the signals that they would be together that night. To her surprise, at one point when Tigra had gotten up to get drinks, she suddenly found the smaller Thunderan Cheetara in her lap.

She blinked. "Well hello...?" was all she could manage to say, but the woman had had a most interesting answer to her unspoken query.

"If my liege has chosen you as mate this evening, then I am yours as well."

Diana was momentarily stunned, but a mere moment's consideration was all she needed to realize that if those were the terms, she certainly couldn't complain. Her surprised expression turned to a soft smile as she reached up a hand to stroke and pet that golden spotted hair, and like the cat she was the woman nuzzled in and purred. Diana could certainly get used to this.

Tigra merely chuckled when she returned, and said with a grin. "I see you've met Cheetara."

She nodded, happy with the outcome but the reminder of the Thunderan side of her lovers for the evening reminded her that she still didn't know the story behind the whole thing. When she asked, her teammates piped in that they were also interested to know "what the deal was", so Tigra turned the music off and prepared to tell them a story.

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As she spoke, the Eye of Thundera as she called it projected images, illustrating her words.

"As many have long suspected, the first civilizations we know in Egypt and the like were not the first, but merely the oldest we have surviving evidence of. In the time before, the land of Khem was a hub not just for the region it occupied, but for many worlds. Powerful gate technology allowed men and alien alike to step from world to world, and the legends of these beings would become the later Egyptian gods. Horus, Anubis, Set, and Bast... not simply gods but the representatives of races lost to the sands of time."

As she spoke, the images of these animal-head gods and the races of their followers flashed in the projection, along with stunning images of a once star-spanning civilization that flourished in the time of the pyramids. It was true, then, that the pyramids were older and more advanced than thought... it was reminiscent of the film Stargate, but this was no movie.

"The high point of this civilization was a golden age, but it was not to last. War came to the races, most now believe it was the race of Set who were ultimately responsible, but regardless the results were devastating. The link to other worlds was lost, and the remnants of the races left behind survived in pocket realms created and maintained by the gate technology, surviving but cut off from their larger civilizations. And still, the war raged. Anubis' race, the Lycarian desert wolves, wiped out Set's snake men but at a devastating cost, as the dying curse of the Setite people --a race so foul that their very name has been stricken from all records-- scattered the surviving Lycarians and drove them to murderous insanity. To this day, that curse still lives on. You know them as werewolves."

After that sank in, she continued.

"The remaining races were Horus' Thanagarians and Bast's Thunderans, and we remained at war. To this day, we remain bitter enemies though there are so few of us left that we cannot wage true war. The Thanagarians remained a technological people, while the Thunderans turned to magic to maintain themselves. Two tragedies in the ensuing centuries served to devastate the Thunderan people, the first of which was the loss of the Eve of Thundera, the most powerful and important of all Thunderan artifacts, forged into the Sword of Omens in my hand. Consider it as basically the Excalbur of our people, and you get the idea. Without it, the source of our power and very identity as a people, the unifying symbol of rulership, was lost. We scattered into clans, spreading out and losing one another, and then the second tragedy struck. The Black Plague raged through Europe, and in their ignorance the fanatical humans blamed witchcraft and the cat familiars they associated with them. Indeed they were right as our Cat People often did work hand in hand with human witches or even posed as them in our human disguises, but they were completely and horribly wrong about our role in the Plague. As is now known, the medicine of the witches was often the only salve against the plague, and the cats killed the rats which were the true bearers of the dread disease. In their madness, they destroyed their only defense against the epidemic and entire populations died."

The dark and depressing images of death and slaughter slowly faded, to be replaced by a final image of a sky over the very mount they were atop split by a triumphant projection of the Thunderan symbol in red and black, like a new dawn.

"Now, the dark age is ended. The Eye of Thundera is returned to us at last. A new day dawns for us... let Bast smile on us as the triumphant roar of catkind is heard once more!"

Even Diana couldn't resist joining in the cheer that erupted at her words. Diana knew well what it meant to be a part of an ancient, magic-driven people steamrollered by the modern world and the blades and torches of ignorant madman under orders from Rome. Her own Themysciran people had been forced into hiding by the conquest of the Greek civilization by Roman legions, and even today the legacy of Rome that still held strong in Man's World burned in her vision. Her mission would not be complete until the last remnants of the Roman usurper's abhorrent ways were buried in the pages of history and the old ways were returned to their proper place. To see another ancient culture re-awaken brought joy to her heart.

The brief knighting ceremony that followed, bringing Barbara and Felicia into the fold as honorary Thunderans made her heart sing as well.

They were interrupted by a new female voice from the doorway, who had somehow gotten in undetected and been there watching for who knew how long.

"That's sweet and all, but there's this little issue of my Bast statue. I want it back."

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Barbara gasped. SHE was here.

She'd slipped through the external security like the thief she was, and now she stood there in all her magnificence in the entryway. As always, she looked amazing, her outfit of purple and black appearing to be spandex and leather but Barbara knew it was made of much more advanced armored materials that protected her perfect body from those who would do her harm. Even her glittering green eyes, seemingly exposed, were covered in lenses of bulletproof glass coated in an anti-glare treatment and her mouth was also similarly protected in the cat mask she wore over her half-cowl. After a moment, Barbara realized she was staring, which was of course the point of the outfit. The saucy grin on her perfect lips as she sauntered into the room, swaying her hips with that artificial tail of hers swishing behind her and accentuating her movements, showed that she noticed the attention she'd caught, and was enjoying every moment of it.

After that moment of distraction, Barbara reestablished her self-control and displayed the object Selina was there to collect, but didn't hand it over. "You mean this... you can have it, but only after we talk."

Selina chuckled, and smirked. "A lot of trouble just to get my attention, but you have it. I have to admit, I rather like the cat theme you've got going here, I'd like to think I was a good influence on you." she paused, and looked at Felicia. "And it's flattering that you missed me so much you had to resort to spending time with an imitation."

Felicia's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait, instead playing it cool, a feline smirk arising on her own lips as her diamond blue eyes glittered, acting as if the pointed words hadn't bothered her at all. Selina smirked, nodding a little in acknowledgement... apparently, the non-reaction had earned her some points in the eyes of the Catwoman.

Selina then grinned and played her trump card. "I've even deduced your agenda, and I've decided to accept --on my terms and conditions, of course."

Barbara resisted the urge to blink in surprise, instead keeping her mouth set and her face neutral as she merely tilted her head, seeming no more than mildly curious. She could play the game too. "Oh? Do tell."

Selina smirked, smiling on Barbara as well as she made her countermove. Time for checkmate. "One, I join as a reserve member, an independent contractor if you will. I come and go as I please, and I maintain my operations in Gotham. If I'm too busy to show up, or I just plain don't feel like it, you deal with it. You have me on my schedule, not yours."

Barbara nodded. "Sounds reasonable. I can anticipate your next condition, as well. Don't ask don't tell about whatever you do when you're not here, am I right? What happens in Gotham stays in Gotham? I don't think that's out of the question. What's condition three?"

Selina chuckled... there was a lot of her mentor in the former Batgirl, but she had her own fire to her as well that had never faded even when she was hampered by crippling injury. A perfect little mouse, wings or no, and trading the bat for the mantle of a cat hadn't changed that. And it was the destiny of the mouse to he caught by the cat. "I'd say I demand to have you tonight, just for the challenge of it, but I can see in your eyes you want it too much to make it even a question. So to maintain my amusement, I'm upping the ante. I have you tonight, and the platinum kitty as well. She wants to hunt in my territory, she will meow at the feet of her alpha."

Barbara openly blinked at that, and subconsciously licked her lips. Yeah, it was a breach of discipline that Bruce would never tolerate, and it tipped her hand entirely to the feline femme fatale, but at that moment she was lucky to keep her knees from buckling as a chill of sexual thrill rushed up her spine from her suddenly wet feminine center at the thought of her long-held fantasy coming true. Selina was right. It wasn't even a question. And if including her beautiful platinum-haired teammate in the fantasy was what it took to make it happen, Barbara would pay that price without hesitation.

Felicia's response was another question, though. Selina's challenge could easily rile the other feline and ruin the whole thing. That was the point, of course, the game wasn't any fun without a challenge to it. It wasn't Selina's style to make things too easy.

The platinum feline simply smiled smoothly though, a grin sparkling in her diamond eyes. "A smart cat knows, sometimes the best place to be in a kitty tangle is on the bottom. I accept." she paused, and then tossed her own challenge. "If I like the cream enough, I might even indulge you by calling you 'mistress'. But nobody owns the Black Cat."

Selina laughed. "Oh I like her. This is going to be a most rewarding night..."

From the couch, the two Thunderans and the Amazon agreed as they watched the unfolding drama and indulged in one another's closeness. It was to be a most rewarding night indeed.

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Once Selina had played her hand and won her jackpot, the course for the night was set. The three of them, Selina and her prizes Barbara and Felicia, would be together that night, and Tigra and Cheetara had already successfully negotiated their own plans for spending the night in one another's intimate company. The only remaining question would be what would become of the two remaining women and the Thunder God.

That question sorted itself out rather quickly, as the female couple saw the direction things were going and discussed it together, and soon came to a decision. Monica would go home, not being comfortable with the kind of casual sex play on the agenda for the night, but would allow the She-Hulk to stay and play with Thor without at all holding it against her. When Jen asked if she was sure, concerned about hurting their relationship, Monica smiled and told her that she knew when they agreed to an open relationship that it would be the more wild Jen that did most of the indulging and that she didn't mind that. As long as Jen always came home to her, she was happy, and Jen swore she would. None doubted for a moment that she would keep that promise as long as breath and blood remained in her glorious green body.

Thus, after Jen kissed her goodbye with love and gratitude and she departed, Tigra smiled and got up, taking her two lovers by the land to lead them for a bedroom. "Shall we?"

Diana smiled, recognizing her gesture of keeping their play separate from that involving the male Thunder God, and didn't bother correcting her impression that she was completely lesbian. She was more than happy concentrating her attention on her two new lovers, and could sample other fruits in the garden later if she were so inclined. With a smile and a nod, she happily agreed and proceeded to follow that wonderfully swishing feline tail to the garden of delights that was promised. She had a tiger by the tail, and she couldn't be happier about it.

Barbara also appreciated the move to segregate the play groups, not near as bold as some of the others here and not prepared to handle playing in a pile. As it was she was pushing her limits by taking two women to bed, both of whom she'd never been with before. It was the kind of move that would blow her restrained, intellectual librarian image she'd cultivated in Gotham right out of the water if anyone from her old college could see her now. As it was, she knew this would get back to Bruce, as Selina never could resist holding a conquest over him. But regardless of any consequences to her reputation, she didn't hesitate. She'd wanted Selina far too much for far too long to let hell or high water come between them now that she could have her.

That left Thor and Jen, who smiled and waved to the departing threesomes and then moved for a bedroom of their own, to begin their own fun. Jen didn't often get the opportunity to have a man, so few were strong enough to handle her without being broken no matter how careful she might be, and fewer still were confident enough to take to bed a woman of her extraordinary strength and aggressive assertiveness. And while she was a little envious that she only had one lover while the others each got two, her competitive streak reminding her of the score, she smiled to herself thinking that a god had to count for at least two anyhow, and besides she was monopolizing the only man in the room. Whatever the score might say, she was certainly happy with what she'd scored tonight and she planned to make the most of it.

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Barbara slowly got the feeling she was meant to be the mouse that night. From the very beginning, Selina had called the shots, acting the mistress with smooth authority, and the others had fallen into line. The hierarchy that had been established put her squarely on the bottom though, and it was turning out to be an interesting place to be. She'd never had that kind of structured dominant and submissive sort of sex before, it was almost like a scene in a film with Selina acting as director, setting up ever moment and making things happen according to her sensibilities. Part of her wanted to rebel, she'd always had a strong fiery streak even with Bruce, but Selina was perfectly adept at sensing her limits and mixing the carrot and stick to keep her challenged and on the edge but not push her over it. To call the woman amazing would be an understatement.

Felicia seemed to be quite good at this whole thing herself, falling into a middle role that cast her as as Selina's subordinate, her right paw if you will in the scene that Selina was creating. It had begun with Felicia laying Barbara on the bed, not allowed to move or use her hands or even speak, but simply be almost like a sex doll, completely passive. It was like being bound but without ropes, and it drove Barb near crazy. If she didn't want Selina so badly, she'd have said to hell with the whole thing right there. But she did, and so she cooperated despite her urge to scream.

It had proven worth it for her though, after a long period of slow teasing, stripping her naked and then using soft, teasing touches to get her so aroused she could scream but not letting her get true pleasure from it and Selina snapping her with her whip to keep her in line when she squirmed too much or tried to speak or use her hands. Selina was such an expert, that whip which she knew was laced with metal wire and could easily flay skin merely gave her little reddened strips of skin like a slap, a mild pain that was almost a form of sexual stimulation in itself. Barbara had never played with pain before, she had no idea it could work that way but she had to admit, the little shocks of pain only served to get her blood pumping and excite her all the more. She was sure that under a less skilled hand it wouldn't be so effective, but Selina knew exactly what she was doing and Barbara was beginning to feel like a musical instrument being played in the hands of a virtuoso.

When she finally got her reward, it was like every tease, every moment of agonizing anticipation, had built up in her to make it unbelievably intense when she finally got direct stimulation. Felicia had stripped for the visual pleasure of her mistress during the process of preparing Barbara, and now Felicia was down between her legs tasting of her with expert, perfect purring feline tongueplay. Barbara knew Felicia was good, damned good, but she also realized that the bizarre form of foreplay that Selina had enforced made it all the better and Barbara had all but orgasmed the moment she felt that soft warm mouth on her lower lips so wet and inflamed they would burst if they could. In a way, burst they did as the first orgasm hit her like a hammer blow, quick and intense and so much sooner than she was used to it happening even under expert oral attentions like Felicia's After that, they'd repeated once every so often in a quickening rhythm and Barbara was beyond herself, eyes closed, not even sure what she was vocalizing as her whole world contracted to her blazing feminine core and the mind-blasting pleasure emanating from it like waves punctuated by periodic tsunamis. She'd had good sex before, but this was taking things to a whole other level.

At some point, Barbara was given enough of a rest --meaning the stimulation had softened to merely amazing instead of orgasmic, and she was able to realize that at some point Selina had moved up and was rewarding her subordinate with use of her fingers inside Felicia's wet, fragrant and clenching platinum-furred pink and working her expertly. So that explained why Felicia had slowed down on her, but Barbara didn't at all mind the chance to catch her breath and recollect her senses. She was starting to understand what too much pleasure meant, and she'd been riding that edge for long enough she had no idea how much time had actually passed, a small eternity where self and thought had been subsumed in primal pleasure that obliterated all else in it's wake. After Felicia's first orgasm, she smiled back at Selina and muttered "my ass, your thumb in my ass..." only to get a hard smack for her brazen request and a firm reminder that she hadn't been given permission to speak or to make demands.

Felicia simply chuckled amusedly, and said "Mistress forgive, but her kitteh likes to top from the bottom, it's her way. She suggests her mistress deal with it, she's more fun when she gets her way."

Barbara blinked. Since when did Felicia speak in the third person? It must be part of the game, Barbara didn't really understand the rules but she was learning as she went. It all still felt bizarre to her, but she'd certainly been given ample evidence that playing along gave rewards.

Selina laughed, and smacked her again. "Such an impudent little one, but exquisite too, and appropriately feline. Your mistress accepts your little acts of rebelliousness but there will be pain to pay for it."

Felicia grinned, eyes sparkling. "Oooh...!" which turned into a soft yowl as the whip crossed her back hard enough to make her jump. Her purring only increased, though, proving that she was loving every moment of it. A fact that bothered Selina not at all, it seemed, as she only continued and intensified the whip play. And then she took things to the next level entirely.

Putting a condom on her tail, she lined it up with Felicia's lower entrance, her pink feminine core and pushed into her roughly, pulling up her fingers which had been there previously to savor the scent and taste of the feminine wet that coated them. Felicia moaned all the harder, as Selina pounded into her and brought the whip in time with her thrusts, this time coiled and used more like a short cat-o-nine-tails, but it was getting the job done as Felicia was purring like the rumble of a V8 engine. The beautiful contortions of pleasure on Selina's perfect face showed that she was getting direct sexual stimulation from it as well, something she deigned to explain after she'd settled into a rhythm inside Felicia's pulsing tight pink.

"You like my tail? It was designed and built for me by the foremost expert in the field, a certain Doctor Otto Octavius. He needed something stolen for him that his clumsy brute force methods couldn't acquire for him, and this lovely appendage was my payment. It's quite the multipurpose toy, as you can tell... I have no idea what he did with the trinket I got for him, but I certainly feel I got my end of the deal paid in full. Don't you agree, dear Felicia?"

Felicia moaned and nodded enthusiastically, and yowled out in sudden orgasm as Selina brought her still slick digits down to give Felicia the anal stimulation she craved, pushing two of them deep into her clenching, pulsing feminine bowels and eliciting pure delight from the platinum purrfection she was fucking.

Selina grinned. "Oh, you're quite the little butt slut, aren't you my kitten? Your mistress has an answer to that craving... and you've been good so you get to be bad."

With that, Selina licked her fingers clean again and then switched them up, reaching below to use them on Felicia's dripping slit and sensitive clit, while the slickened condom-covered tail pushed slow but strong up Felicia's ass. Both moaned and purred hard as the stimulation rippled through both women, the pleasure intense beyond words. And then it was begun, Felicia burying her face in Barbara and getting her going again while Felicia and Selina enjoyed the amazing assfucking that was rocking their worlds. None could count the ensuing orgasms, and if Selina's tail could squirt it's lust in the form of liquid then Felicia's bowels would be overflowing with it. As it was, when she finally rolled onto her side, sated and purring with half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure, her feminine wet had coated her thighs all the way to the knees and Selina's arm to the elbow. She was spent, and drifting in sexual heaven lit by glorious afterglow like a soft sun.

Selina wasn't done yet though, as she offered her slickened hand and forearm to Barbara to lick eagerly, at last allowed to indulge her taste buds in the awesome pheremonic nectar that had teased her nose and added to her arousal for so long that night. Like a kitten with cream, she desperately sought every drop like she'd been lost in the desert and the wet she was lapping up was the very water of life.

Selina grinned, smiling softly down on her. "Oh, you're a lustful little one, and you've been oh so good... you like that, don't you? You're about to get more... it's your turn to be rewarded for good behavior."

And with that, Selina stepped back, causing Barb to pout and earn herself a soft smack for trying to chase the source of that wet that was taken away, even though she'd cleaned it all... and then it was forgotten as she was transfixed by Selina stripping off for her, slowly revealing that goddesslike body that had been exposed and yet hidden from Barbara for so long, that purrfection that had been the center of so many fantasies and dreams. To call her enraptured by the sight would be an understatement.

And then it got even better still, as after allowing the enthralled redhead to drink her in with her eyes, she allowed her to drink of her more directly as she brought that incredible, intoxicating black-trimmed slit to her lips, sitting on her face to Barbara's enthusiastic delight. She even allowed Barbara to use her hands, finally, letting her indulge herself to the fullest in the feline femme fatale's perfect body and dripping feminine treasure. Barbara treated her like a goddess bearing gifts of pure ambrosia flowing from the fount of heaven itself, and Selina purred hard as the pleasure flowed upwards through her as the liquid rewards for that pleasure flowed downwards to Barbara's eagerly seeking lips and tongue. Soon, Selina took it to the final level by bringing her own mouth to Barbara's red-trimmed pink still scented and wet from the excellent work of the platinum pussycat now resting blissfully next to them and casually watching them as she drifted in afterglow. From there, time and words and even thoughts lost meaning for them both, joined in electric circuit of pleasure, cycling in perfect circle between them as they joined as one.

By the time they finally disengaged to curl up with one another and kiss, mming and purring in the aftermath of orgasms uncounted, Barbara no longer had any doubts that this had been the very best night of her life.

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A room away, Jennifer Hayden-Walters was in no less of a state of sexual bliss and no less pleased with her decision for the night's activities. Thor had proven to be every bit the magnificent lover she'd hoped he'd be, from the first gentle stripping and kissing and caressing to the amazingly expert use of tongue and fingers on her green-framed pink, and when he finally filled the need he'd aroused in her core with his powerful thrusting sex, she was more than ready and more than pleased. Both lovers engaged one another in passionate abandon, not having to hold back their strength for a more fragile partner for once in too long a while, and indulged the opportunity to the fullest. Even when the legs of the bed snapped under the force of their sex, and the mattress slammed to the floor, they didn't stop. Nothing else mattered to them but one another and the incredible joining they were engaged in, and nothing short of a nuclear war was likely to stop them until they'd had their fill and were at last spent and blissful in the aftermath of an earthshaking fuck for the ages.

And given the power and durability of both lovers, nuclear fire itself might not be enough to stop them.

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One of Athena's gifts to Diana was a natural affinity with animals, an ability to understand and be understood on a primal, emotional level much akin to a form of empathy sense. Tigra, to Diana's delight, was enough tiger mixed in with the woman for that sense to work with her, and even more delightful was the fact that Tigra possessed a form of natural, primal empathic sense of her own as well. Thus, between the two of them they were able to establish a connection that few but telepaths could match, knowing instinctively how to move, how to please one another, and even how to share one another's pleasure as if it were their own. And to top it off and make it perfect, Cheetara seemed to share a form of psychic link with Tigra that made the third leg of their triangular connection work, along with Diana's ability. Once they'd begun, very little had been said and very little had needed to be. Even conscious thought had faded to near irrelevance, unnecessary and redundant as their instincts came into synchronization and their pleasure flowed like wine from Dionysus' cup as three became one.

Time lost it's meaning as the three flowed together, building and cresting like waves on the sea, becoming an all-consuming flood before finally settling to a glassy mirrored state of rest.

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Later, as the three groups of lovers rested and some even slept after their pleasurable exertions together, a loud noise and boisterous but warbling voice disturbed their rest.

"Honey, I'm hooooooooooooome...", followed by a chuckle and another noise as the intruder knocked something over.

The first to investigate was the speedster Cheetara of course, but soon the rest had some out to look as well. Of the group, only Thor and Barbara had bothered to cover up at all, to the amusement and open leers of the party crasher.

Several voices commented to the effect that he was clearly "wasted", "trashed", and "drunk off his ass", but it was Tigra who spoke first, blinking in confusion and voice tinged with a tone of what the fuck. "Hercules... you don't live here anymore. What are you doing here?"

He frowned. "I don't? Since when? I know all of you, well most anyhow, hello there new lovely no no no need for the whip, I haven't been bad yet... teehee yet..." Perhaps foolishly, he seemed more amused than intimidated by Selina's dangerous glare, but Tigra got his attention back on her.

"That's right, you moved to LA, remember? You haven't lived here in months."

"I did?" he frowned harder, trying to muddle through his addled memories like pushing through mud, and then his face brightened. "Oh yeah! I joined the faggot group, good cause that, promoting rights and all --what? Don't look at me that way, I can so say that word seeing as I put my dick in men from time to time which is more than any of you can claim..." another laugh, and he singsonged. "Faggot faggot faggot, I'm a happy half a faggot, I'm here I'm kinda queer give me a beer and get used to it..." he chuckled again, ignoring the remarks about how he'd obviously had more than enough already, and then he suddenly paused and blinked as he noticed Diana.

"Hello Diana... my you've --ahem-- grown..." his chuckle was a borderline giggle, amused but Diana had only a scowl for him.

The Amazon's eyes could cut diamonds as she spoke. "Yes, I have... and my eyes are up here, father."

That revelation drew several startled gasps, and even Hercules himself seemed taken aback by it. "Father? How did you find ou-uhh I mean what gave you that idea? That's prestopor - porpisto -- it's dumb. That's what it is. Didn't your mother tell you? You don't have a father, she made you out of clay and the gods all sneezed on you or something," he chuckled even as he said it, and continued to ramble. "...anyhow nope no father forget that whole idea and you sure as HELL didn't find out from me and uh I'll shut up now."

The glares from all corners had convinced him to shut his mouth, and it was Diana's turn to rant. "Oh please, how could I not know? I stopped believing that fairy tale when I was old enough to understand what sex was, and nobody else believes it either they just all pretend otherwise to not offend the Queen." her eyes narrowed on him further still then, a glare that could burn steel. "And besides, it's not like you never told anyone, or ever failed to tell anyone for that matter. It's a common part of the mythological record, for Hera's sake! First year college students write essays on your conquest and seduction of the Amazon Queen!"

He stammered, trying to make up an excuse of some sort, but she continued. "By Hades, I had to watch Kevin Sorbo put the moves on an actress playing my mother! Do you have any idea how disturbing that i--" she scowled at the sound of chuckles from the room. "That's not damned funny."

Felicia piped up. "Actually, no offense but it kinda is."

Diana just sighed, and Herc took the opportunity to try to help his case. "Look on the bright side, you're a demigoddess! Not a lot of people get to say they're a granddaughter of Zeus, you know." he paused, and muttered. "Or well at least it's not as common as it used to be..."

She just rolled her eyes, and glared at him. "By NO means are you to tell her I know, are we clear? And don't get any ideas that you can just show up openly now, just because it's quiet knowledge doesn't mean there won't be political consequences if the veneer of deniability is stripped away. Do you understand?"

He blinked. "How did you know we're still seeing each other?"

Diana facepalmed. "Are you serious? I'm not old enough to date back to your original meeting with the Amazons, that was in classical times and I wasn't born until after the isolation of Themyscira close to two millennia later. It's not hard to figure out."

He nodded, his overly cheerful mood returning. "Oh right, right, I forget how young you are. Barely half a dozen centuries, still wet behind the ears..." he chuckled at that, and then took the joke entirely too far, pretending to sniff at the side her head. "Yep, still smells like your mo--UHHNNN!!!"

Nobody was surprised when she hit him, in fact many of them had winced even before the blow had connected, but somehow it had caught the demigod completely unprepared. She clearly didn't pull her punch, either, as he left his feet and flew like a cannon shot, slamming into the wall so hard he shattered the facade and revealed the armored core beneath --armor which he actually dented. Blood trickled both from his lip and from the back of his head where it had hit the steel, and he was dazed to the point he was unable to regain his feet.

Thor sighed, and spoke for the first time. "I'll get him home..." and then added with a growl as he picked him up, "And I swear by the world serpent I'll drop your drunken arse in Hel's frozen plain until you sober up if you even attempt to take a feel."

Hercules chuckled and pouted "Aww you're no fun..." and then brightened. "Did you see that punch? My little girl can hit, I tell you, that blow would flatten a giant! Makes a igellitimate father proud..." and that was the last they could hear from him as the two took to the sky.

Diana sighed, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Now she was definitely getting a headache, but the soothing purrs of her feline companions certainly helped matters as they came to cuddle her one on either side. "Come on, let's get back to bed. Try to forget this whole bullshit ever happened."

Jen sighed. "I suppose I should be getting home myself, I have a woman at home waiting for me and I'd like to see the dawn with her. We'll have to do this again sometime, after we've changed the locks..." and then she too took to the sky with a wave and was gone.

Selina was about to speak, when she suddenly found Barbara clinging to her. "Don't go." was all she said. Selina blinked, taken aback, but slowly put her arms around the smaller redhead in return, and then picked her up to carry her back to bed. "Good kitten..." was all she said as she bid Felicia follow them and they returned to their room.

Tigra locked up the entry door after the last of them departed, and then followed behind her two lovers to return to bed herself. If there was such a thing as a drama quota for a 24 hour period, she was pretty sure they'd broken it.

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Not long after they'd all went back to bed, the entry door opened again to admit Jessica and Carol, returned from their time spent at the X-Factor facility down south. The condition of the room took them by surprise, and a check of the security computer showed two new guests and the recent visit of Hercules along with a status of "INCIDENT REPORT PENDING". That, combined with the location markers indicating the ...interesting sleeping arrangements made one thing abundantly clear.

They were going to have a hell of a story awaiting them tomorrow.

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