Chapter 9- How Tony Got His Groove Back

"Please stop boner..." Iron Man, aka Tony Stark, said, sulking in his bed. What was the point of living anymore? No sex, no access to his luxuries, no sex, no mansion, no maids, no sex, no sex, no sex.

Did I mention that Stark had not had sex in a long time? A ridiculously long time.

Like a week. How could anyone live like that?

This was the fourth time in a row that he woke up with an erection. God damn it?


"Go away, pervert," Chun-Li said, thick legs crossed. She was taunting me. So. Freaking. Bad.

"Come on. We can take a ride in my private helicopter, eat out at the finest restaurants, spend some quality time together," Tony said, suavely. Chun-Li glared at him. Tony took the hint, and walked away.


"Money doesn't interest me, boy," Morrigan said, also crossing her rather...sculpted legs. Ah...so much boner fuel. Ah, so little sex!

"Really. I doubt that," Tony said, putting on his best charms. Morrigan smiled.

"You think that."

"I know that...I think so...I hope so..."

"Ye are a little boy, owned by the thoughts and wants of his head. This was too easy. Resist, then you get me." And then she floated away.

"I hate you penis."


"Sup, tin can man," Nova, aka Richard Rider, said, smirking. Iron Man narrowed his eyes.

"Oh no. Not now, Nova," Tony said.

"What's wrong. Life got you down...for the first time."

"Real funny, Dick Rider." Nova glared at him.

"That's a new one. Never heard that one. Real fucking original, Stark."

"Getting angry, are we? Mad that your Nova Force friends are all dead, and you're force to spend you precious hours of angst on Earth?"

"Nah, bro. I can dick slap Galatcus if I wanted to. I'm just here for the experience."

"Then take a hike, you second rate hero."

"Second rate? War Machine was picked over you once. A sidekick!"

"You weren't even an assist. Not even a cameo."

"You have a replacement. Now back off Stark. Grown ass men, have grown ass men business to tend to." Nova sauntered off, smirking. Tony glared at him.


"Eight days without sex. Ugh, this is unbearable." Tony was cracking. Hard. He even thought of entering a brothel. A brothel!

"What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked, staring at the floor.

"This is horrible."


Tony was a great drunk.

Years upon years, training his body to avoid drunkenness. Well, that wasn't a good thing, but it was nice not to frequently make a fool of yourself, especially when you are dealing with a multi-billion dollar company.

However, Tony could really use a hug from alcohol. A tight one.

"Why can't I attract women anymore. Am I getting fat? Ugly? Is it the suit? It's the suit," Stark stressed.

Then a women stepped into the bar. And she was beautiful.

So many curves. So much...body. Equipped with her bursting buxom, tight and large derriere, long athletic legs, confidence to show them in public, and outrageous pink hat, resting a police cap. She sat right next to Tony, who was clearly interested.

"You want some?" she asked, completely out of the blue.

"Hell yeah!" Stark squealed, excited.

"Alright. I let you take me for a ride." Tony grinned.


Last night was...different. There was no other way to put it. Poison had taken him to a new plateau of sexual pleasure.

"How then she know all those...techniques? She shamed me with her knowledge..." Tony said, not giving one shit that he was out performed in sex.

Tony walked out of his room, with condfidence.

"It's a great day to be me."


Fun Fact: This chapter was originally called "Ironing Out the Kinks"

Another Fun Fact: Poison is a chick. Not a tranny. If she ever appears in another one of my stories, she will also be a chick. That doesn't mean she doesn't have some masculine actions in the bedroom, though...