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Slut-Raven	By : Crocface Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > General Views: 53926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Ok, here’s my second bit of writing on this site. Like the first, it’s in response to a request over at the forums. Unlike the first, this one has some semblance of an actual story. The real smut starts in the next chapter, but there’s a little bit of it round the end of this one. Also, it would be a nifty thing if you guys left me your thoughts and opinions via the review button. After all, knowing what y’all want would make it possible to incorporate it into the story.

Big thanks to my buddy who shall remain nameless until he tells me otherwise, for all his help and advice in editing this and making it less terrible. Good on ya, mate.

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As Azar the Contemplative once said, knowledge without wisdom is a fire set loose in a wood. Put another way, knowledge is power, wisdom is what controls that power. Having learned the truth of those words at a very young age, it was a sentiment Raven had strived to live her life by. Knowledge was, after all, a curious, hungering thing that grew with each scrap fed to it. It was a wild, feckless beast that heedlessly sought out the new and unknown, often uncaring what the consequences of it’s search entailed. It took wisdom’s judgement and reasoning to draw a line and say ‘go no further’. Wisdom was perspective and foresight, telling her to put down the book and go to bed, or advising her that, no, she really did not want to know what Beast Boy and Cyborg were doing with ten tubs of cottage cheese and a pack of water balloons.

Sometimes, however, her thirst for knowledge could not be contained. It would slip it’s collar and run amok, leading her into exciting, and often dangerous, situations. Just how far could she push her empathic senses? Could this Malchior really teach her something new? Just how bad could Wicked Scary be? What was the deal with the clown Robin hated so much? Was her skin even capable of tanning? Just where did Starfire keep all her stomachs? And, seriously, what in the nine circles of Hell could those two be doing with that much cottage cheese? Much to her eternal frustration, wisdom was correct in telling her that some things were just better left unknown. Unfortunately, knowledge did not agree with that.

A small alarm clock sat upon Raven’s end table, ticking away towards the midnight hour. It was set to awaken the empath from her meditation in just five short minutes. Normally, Raven did not require an outside source to bring her out of her trances, but what she now practiced called for extra precautions. The silence and stillness of the night, the cacophony of an alarm, and the protective wards placed around her body were all part of the process, just in case. For tonight, she was attempting to recreate something she had previously only stumbled across by accident. It was a task that held unknown dangers, to both herself and others near and far. If something went wrong, death would be one of the more favorable outcomes. The less favorable ones...... well, Invasion of the Body Snatchers and The Thing (she was obviously spending too much time with Beast Boy) came to mind. Still, she forged ahead. If this worked, the knowledge to be gained was immeasurable.

She was going to talk to herself. Or, rather, another her. A her of a different place and time, of a different world. She had heard of parallel realities before, but had dismissed them as pseudo-science and nonsense. After her last meditation had ended with her brushing against a mind that was unmistakably her own, however, she was willing to give the theory a chance. Perhaps it was a product of her parentage (Trigon was often said to be an interdimensional threat), or perhaps it was merely in the nature of an empath, but she could not leave behind the idea of finding that alternate her again, bridging the universes properly this time. As much as she loved her teammates, talking to someone who truly understood her on a fundamental level was too enticing a prospect to ignore.

It didn’t take long to reenact the moments before she’d felt the other her. She simply reached out...... She opened her mind and soul to the whispers of the universe, feeling the invisible properties that made things things. She let her consciousness drift beyond her own body, her soul-self slipping free of the limitations imposed by flesh and bone, and stretched her awareness to it’s full extent. She pushed down the emotions of her sleeping teammates and all became silent. Her soul shone like a beacon in the quiet, sending out a simple message. Here I am. The response was startlingly immediate.

“Hello, Raven.” A being faded into existence before her mind’s eye, smiling warmly. She was, unmistakably, a Raven. This alternate Raven could have easily passed as her, if not for an obvious difference in age. It was as though she were looking in a mirror that reflected an extra thirty years. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“We?” A trace of worry made it past her stoicism. The scope of this meeting had suddenly shifted in ways she wasn’t comfortable with. A chance meeting between two Ravens was one thing, but a group was unlikely to have formed by pure happenstance.......

“Of course.” The older Raven made a sweeping gesture with one arm, and more beings appeared. There were nearly a dozen of them, paired off in twos and threes, some conversing with each other, some indulging in feats of magic, some simply staring at eachother or her. All of them, however, were Ravens, at least of a sort. “You’re not the only one out there looking for like-minded company.”

“Hey, a new girl.” One of the closest Ravens, a stern-eyed teenager with a pixie-cut, looked her up and down briefly. “Sorry Roth,” She turned to a bespectacled, brown-haired Raven beside her. “Looks like she’s a purple too.”

“Purple?” Raven echoed, a bit put off. Belatedly, she realized the alternate her was remarking on her hair and eyes. A quick glance around told her that purple was very common among the Ravens.

“Chakra’d too.” Roth commented. “Ten bucks says she’s got a leotard on under her cloak.”

“Sucker’s bet.”

“Don’t mind those two.” The elder empath instructed Raven lightly. “Roth and Gamma like to keep track of various trends and patterns; it’s ultimately meaningless, but an amusing exercise.”

“Says you.” Gamma snorted. “We’re finding strong correlation between dimensional proximity and similarity between Ravens.”

“Except,” The older Raven rolled her eyes. “You’re also using similarity to determine proximity in the first place.”

“It is pretty arbitrary.” Roth admitted with a small shrug. “It’ll be useful data once we have better context for it.”

The conversation continued on in this way for a few minutes, with Raven doing little more than observing. Most of it was difficult to understand with her lack of familiarity regarding the subject matter and the names being thrown around, but she was able to glean a few useful details from it. Firstly, purple hair and eyes, along with a chakra and cloak/leotard combination, was considered the average Raven look. Secondly, age of the Ravens seemed to vary between early to late teens, with a few exceptions on both ends; the Raven she had made contact with was the oldest to yet be found at forty-two, while the youngest was a mere seven years old. Thirdly, pretty much all of them were members of their own versions of the Titans, some of them with many members, some with only a few. Roth’s Titans, amusingly enough, was a school study group, with their version of Slade as a private tutor named Mr. Wilson. Robin would have a field day with that.

It was right around the time that Raven decided that there being a whole group of her wasn’t such a bad thing, that her alarm went off and she found herself rocketing back into her body.

Raven visited with her other selves quite often after that, which roughly translated as once a week. She might have gone to see her alternate selves more, but her aged doppelganger was adamant about making sure the rest of them continued to properly attend to their lives in their own dimensions. The elder Raven (or, Mother Raven, as she prefered to be called) carried with her a wealth of knowledge and experience that Raven wondered how she had done without. The others had their own lessons to teach as well, from the ironclad control of the appropriately named Red Raven, to the implacable determination of Raven Gamma, to the selfless compassion and optimism of Kid Raven. All of them had come together from across the planes to teach and learn, with new variants appearing daily. The meeting room soon became well-tread ground to Portal Raven, as they had taken to calling her (Apparently, she was the only one among them to have allowed their father in, or at least the only one to have done so and come out alive), and she soon began to think beyond the other Ravens and to the mechanics of the room itself.

“I made it, in a sense. Formed it, might be more accurate.” Mother Raven told her when she asked. “It’s a kind of neutral ground at the overlapping edges of the dimensions, shaped by the force of our will. It doesn’t even exist unless one of us is already here. ”

“How is it that we all find it, though?” She pressed. The question of just how Mother had made a dimensional overlook, for lack of a better name, was something that she would have to ask after at another time. “It’s too well hidden for all of us to just happen upon.”

“Oh Portal,” The elder Raven laughed airly. “No one finds this place on their own; it wouldn’t be very secure if souls could just float in and out at random. Don’t you remember?” She prompted. “I was the one who brought you here. You were reaching out, and I took your hand and showed you in.”

“So it wasn’t just chance, then.” Well, that was one suspicion confirmed. “You brought all of us here?”

“Well, not just me.” Mother admitted. “Some of the more experienced Ravens go looking for more of us from time to time.” She paused, then looked the younger Raven in the eye. “It’s not something everyone should attempt, though.” She impressed. “It takes practice and guidance to even just observe another dimension safely, let alone make contact.” Something about her phrasing caught Raven’s attention.

“Did you ‘observe’ me?” She asked uneasily. She didn’t much like the idea that someone, even if it was another her, could be looking in on her at any time without her knowledge.

“Of course. I started watching you after that first time our minds brushed by each other.” Mother said bluntly. “Not every Raven out there is good, or even safe to interact with. We need to be sure that we’re not inviting in anything dangerous. After all, would you really want to see Kid facing down the very worst possible version of yourself?”

“Well.... no.” The older Raven had a point. The idea of screening out undesirable Ravens was uncomfortable, but necessary. The younger empath saw the wisdom in this, though it reminded her a bit too much of the ostracization she’d faced before joining the Titans. “Can we talk about something else?” Mother smiled understandingly.

“Of course.”

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Raven’s mind was still on what the elder her had said, even hours after she returned to her body and home. On one hand, she felt a small amount of pride in the fact that she had been judged suitable to join the meeting of Ravens. She didn’t consider herself a bad person, at least not since she’d worked through most of her father issues, but she certainly hadn’t thought of herself as being an especially good person either. Having an outside group decide she was at least decent enough to join them, perhaps especially because the group was made of alternate versions of herself, was a solid boost to her self-esteem. The fact that she was considered unique and valuable as a source of insight within said group was nothing to sneeze at, either. She’d always been different from other people, which was treated as ‘creepy’ by most and ‘creepy, but that’s ok’ by a few, but the other Ravens saw it as something marvelous praise-worthy. It felt..... nice.

On the other hand, though, the realization that she had been watched and studied before being led to the others via an orchestrated brush with one of them.......... It left her a bit wary of the whole idea. She’d been in this kind of situation before, after all, and it hadn’t turned out well. Even if it was a very minor deception for the safety of the group, it was still a deception, and she could not stand to be lied to. For the sake of her own safety, and the safety of her friends, she now had to determine if any more untruths were being presented to her; the last thing she needed was to find out that she’d been scooped up into a club of secretly evil Ravens set on corrupting her somehow. The actual number of alternate Ravens in the group, the exact standards they were held to during screening, the validity of Mother Raven’s claims on how she formed the meeting room, and the claim that one couldn’t just find said room were all things that she needed to delve into.

The other Titans provided their insights, at her request. They’d been in the loop since her initial encounter with the then-unknown Mother Raven; Her last birthday had taught her the importance of sharing things with her team. They hadn’t even been overly surprised or worried about the prospect of interdimensional communication between empaths, which she supposed indicated just how much they trusted her. Robin had been the most concerned, no real surprise there, making her promise to keep the rest of them updated on anything important she learned from or about her alternates, but otherwise not commenting one way or another on the issue. Beast Boy and Starfire were both keen on meeting some new Ravens, the former to find someone to ‘appreciate this dimension’s finest comical mind’ and the latter to befriend every possible permutation of one of her favorite people on the planet. Thank Azar neither of them had the powers required to actually tag along. Cyborg, oddly, wanted nothing to do with any of it, claiming that he’d had his fill of Not-Ravens already and the idea of ‘Children of the Corn, Raven style’ freaked him right out. When he put it like that, she became a bit less fond of the whole thing herself.

In light of this new development, their attitudes hadn’t much changed. Robin continued to advise caution without paranoia, both Cyborg and Beast Boy pointed out that the other Ravens’ actions were something she herself would do, and Starfire insisted on an accusation-free airing of grievances. There was wisdom in all of their input, something which really shouldn’t have surprised her; they’d all had experience with with uncertain ties, after all. In the end, they made it clear that they would support any action she decided on.

Her decision was recon. She wasn’t due to meet with the other Ravens for a few days, so she was left with time to do some research of her own into Mother Raven’s words. The simplest way to do so was experimentation with her powers, to listen to the void and try to find the meeting room without being invited in. If she couldn’t, then the older her would be confirmed as speaking the truth, at least on that front. If she could, however, she would have some new questions for her alternate self. And, if she happened to eavesdrop a bit and answer a few curiosities in the process, so be it. She briefly shook her head at this bit of hypocrisy, but the need to know more about the situation outweighed her distaste.

So, in the quiet stillness of the night, with alarm clock at the ready, she reached out in meditation once more. This time, however, there would be no beacon, no reaching out. She was a stalker in the void, ghosting across the darkness of the plane and creeping between the layers of reality. A phantom detective, plumbing the depths of the universe and uncovering the mysteries in the unseen corners of the unexplored dimensions. An ethereal agent of truth, set to reveal the answers to all of her questions, even those best left alone. Also, she was reaching peak melodramatic saturation. Too much Lovecraft and listening to Beast Boy reading his comics, most likely. She’d have to see about introducing some proper reading material into their weekly storytime sessions. Sure, his over-the-top narration and hammy readings were cute, in the way a five year-old pretending to be a blanket monster was cute, but the writing was obviously affecting her ability to properly soliloquy. Pity, she was starting to enjoy Spider-Man’s struggles with the alien suit.

Realizing that she was getting off track, Raven took a moment to center herself again. Unlike her previous ventures to the meeting room, this trip was to be made alone, and thus all of her concentration and control would be needed. Finding it would be much like finding a particular grain of salt in the ocean, if her alternate’s claims were true. She quieted her mind and listened closely for a sign, for any residual left by another Raven’s passing. All was silent. Nothing if not patient, Raven waited. And Waited. Nothing. Eventually, the emptiness began to unnerve her, and she decided to change tactics.

The empath began to actively search now, slowly tracing down the astral pathways between realities. They did not lead anywhere specific, shifting things that they were, but it gave her something to occupy herself with as she strained her powers and senses. It wasn’t the most efficient way to search, randomly wandering about and hoping to catch wind of her goal, but it was currently the only way open to her that didn’t involve sending out a signal the other empaths might pick up on. If nothing else, Mother Raven’s claims were certainly on their way to being confirmed as truth.

Azarath......Metrion......Zinthos......

Raven blinked, coming to a halt on the path. For a moment, she thought she was hearing her body chanting, as sometimes happened when her mind got turned around in the void, but quickly realized it was coming from outside herself. There was another Raven somewhere nearby. Despite herself, Raven felt a spike of excitement shoot through her. Tapping it down, she focused closely on the familiar mantra.

Azarath..... mmMetrion......Zinthos......

Something about this voice stood out to her. A few of the alternates she had met were more free with their emotions than she was, the more experienced ones especially, but all of them were still restrained by human standards. A measure of control was always present in Kid Raven’s giggles or Gamma’s boasting or Portal’s own sarcastic amusement. It wasn’t something easily detected by other people, but showing emotion was, for the Ravens, like turning the handle of a valve to let a chosen amount of steam vent; allowing too much or too little to escape were each troublesome in their own ways, thus requiring constant evaluation of need and a careful hand. The voice she was now following, however, was different in such a way as to eliminate the possibility of it belonging to any Raven she knew. It was unfettered, free. Impassioned, to put it mildly.

Oh, Azarath...... Metrio-ohn........Zinth.......oohhhsss.....

Purring like a kitten and dripping with pleasure, to put it less so. Raven, feeling immensely uncomfortable to hear a voice identical to her own reaching tones and inflections she’d only encountered when accidentally walking in on one of the boys’ late-night “educational” movies, attempted to move away from the source of it. She could come back at a less embarrassing time. Unfortunately, try as she might, she only drew closer to the moaning. This, she realized, was probably what Mother Raven had meant when she’d said even observation could be dangerous. The more she focused on getting away from the voice, the more she was pulled in. Whether it was that her powers couldn’t tell the difference between her body and the passionate Raven’s body (and thus were attempting to facilitate her retreat in the wrong direction), or merely some kind of natural dimensional gravity she’d gotten caught up in, she found herself falling into a plane that was not her own. For a moment, her senses blinked out.

When the moment passed, she found herself standing in her room.

She took a few seconds to catch her breath, having been more alarmed than she’d care to admit, her senses slowly filtering back into place. Apparently, her powers had figured the situation out at the last moment and snapped her back to her body quite forcefully. A good thing, as she was unsure if she’d have been able to pull herself free of whatever force had been dragging her down should she have been pulled fully into the alternate dimension. As she thanked her lucky stars for her narrow return, however, her brain helpfully pointed out that this was not how she had left her things.

“Uh-oh....” The wards were gone. The alarm clock was gone. Even the night was gone, if the brightness outside her curtains was any indication. She spun around, rising slightly into the air. Her bed was in its place, as was her dresser and other pieces of furniture. The decorations were still done up in their calming, cool blue. Her Comedy/Drama masks still dutifully informed her that emotions could be controlled and used on demand. It couldn’t be her own room, not unless Beast Boy figured out how to detect and remove magical wards to mess with her, but it was, to her eye, identical. She was in the alternate dimension after all. “Merde.”

Ok, she could handle this. Her legs folded up into the lotus position, and she closed her eyes. She concentrated on returning to her body. She thought about her heartbeat, about the rush of blood in her veins. The sound of her own breathing. The world around her failed to fade. She concentrated harder, imagining the smell of her books and the whoosh of the wind outside her window and the feel of her carpet against her toes. The universe remained insolently coherent. The room was simply too much like her own; everything she tried to use to center herself on her own home was already present here. With an inner sigh, she let her legs drop and crossed her arms under her cloak. It seemed she would have to make contact with this world’s Raven and get some help, or at least uncover a difference between the universes large enough to center her mind on.

She floated to the door. It failed to slide open. Ah, right, she was still just an astral projection of her consciousness. She flew through the closed door as though it were not there. The hallway was empty. This was not unusual in her own dimension, so Raven did not find it odd here. It appeared to be just as identical to the one in her own plane as the room had been. She reached out with her empathic senses, but could not feel any emotions, even of her double. Odd, but not entirely unexpected. Relegated to searching the old fashioned way, she headed towards the common room, assuming the pattern of similarity continued. The familiar double doors soon greeted her.

“My bad,” The doors parted suddenly, a Cyborg indistinguishable from her own striding out. “Didn’t realize you were meditating.” He waved casually over his shoulder. The question of whether or not she was visible to him in this form was answered quite handily when he walked straight through her without so much as a cold chill. Fantastic, she was as good as ghostly here. Hopefully, her other self would be able to see, or at least sense her. If not...... well, she didn’t want to consider the prospect. She pressed onwards, into the common room.

“....” Her mouth fell open, a strained squeak tumbling out. Her jaw worked up and down a few times, words failing to take shape. Her brain rattled off a few obscenities, but she was too stunned to voice them. She could only stare at the mass of limbs and bodies undulating before her. The horrible, wet sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as viscous fluids dripped to the floor. And through it all was the wailing, a hungry keening that rose and fell between grunts of exertion and fatigue.

Her alternate self was in front of the couch, the centerpiece of a gangbang.

“MmmmAzarath....” The other Raven moaned loudly around a.... ah, male member. She licked at it eagerly, pausing every few moments to moan again before getting back to coating it in her saliva. Her hands were busy squeezing and pulling at two more that thrust themselves wildly against her fingers and palms, covering them in a clear stickiness. Yet another pair were behind and below her, pistoning into her holes furiously. “Mm-Metrion..... Zinth-oomm!” Her eyes went wide in surprise as the man at her mouth suddenly grabbed her head plunged his length fully into her. Her throat bulged obscenely, but her eyes crinkled at the corners with pleasure.

Raven recoiled in disgust as the man pulled back, his member dripping with a thick, clear slime, only to ram it back down her double’s throat. The alternate Raven gasped and coughed each time he retreated, then purred and shivered each time he returned. As if to keep them from feeling left out, she worked more frantically at the other men with each thrust. Her hands jerked roughly, sending drops of wetness through the air to splatter against her face and chest. She pounded her hips up and down to meet the intruders beneath and behind her, her most private places on full display.

“Mmm, come on,” Raven’s doppelganger crooned, arching her back. “I know you can do better than that.”

Raven stumbled back, unable to watch any more of the perversity. Her mind reeled in horror and revulsion as she turned away. It wasn’t her, not really, but they were too identical for her mind to care. Ugh, she got embarrassed at simple compliments and hand-holding, this was entirely too much for her to handle. There was a dull ringing in her ears, and a part of her wondered if it was a side-effect of shock.

A moment later, she was sitting in the lotus position on the floor in her room, the alarm clock on her end table sounding shrilly. Thank Azar, she’d forgotten about setting it. It took her a few long seconds to reorient herself and stop the ringing. She shook her head. It was going to take a lot of meditation to suppress what she’d just seen. She shuddered at the thought of it.

“Whoa.” Raven held in a shriek, barely, as a voice matching her own appeared beside her. The alternate Raven, still naked and dripping, sat spread-legged on her bed. “Either those guys actually managed to fuck me silly, or something really weird is going on here.”
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