Note: I've already said that I do not own 'Teen Titans.' But since I'm using several of their characters, I should also add that I do not own the 'Justice League.'
Note: I don't usually care about the age of characters, but since this story is rated 'M' I will mention their ages. Beast Boy is eighteen. Jinx would be nineteen. Raven will very soon turn twenty. Robin, Kid Flash and Bumblebee are between twenty-one to twenty-three. Cyborg is around twenty-five.
Billy and Beast Boy try Oral
"We can try it out now," Beast Boy insisted, speaking to a reluctant Billy Numerous.
"It'll hurt," Billy claimed, looking a little fearful.
"First time, maybe," Beast Boy admitted. "But you'll get used to it." He smiled at his partner.
"Why do I have to be the one on the receiving end?" Billy asked.
The shapeshifter studied the massive man, licking his lips a little nervously. "You're way too big," he insisted. "You would rip me apart."
"But it's not fair," Billy cried. "I'm afraid."
"It'll be okay," Beast Boy assured his friend. 'I'll be gentle with you. Very very gentle."
Billy frowned, pouting a little.
"it has to be this way," the shapeshifter told the big man. "I would never get all of you in my mouth. You're huge."
"You're not exactly small yourself," Billy retorted, running his eyes over the shapeshifter. "I don't think I can handle it."
"Don't be silly," Beast Boy said, patting the man on the back. "I said I would be gentle."
Billy Numerous looked at his feet, clearly not convinced. "Do you know what it's like having someone inside you?" he asked.
"Technically, yes," Beast Boy confessed. "Wasn't fun I admit, but I survived it. And they were really big."
Billy sighed. "If I say stop you'll stop? Promise?"
"I swear," the shapeshifter immediately replied.
"You'll withdraw right away and won't do anything too bad?" The man was almost whimpering.
"You're the one with teeth," Beast Boy pointed out. "You won't bite me, will you?"
"Never," the man insisted. "I won't bite."
"Then there's the . . . um . . . you know." Beast Boy looked at his feet. "You don't have any diseases, do you?"
"I'm checked each time I get tossed in jail," Billy assured the boy. "I'm clean. You?"
"I should be. Not like I've had many chances to catch anything." Beast Boy blushed.
"Just get on with it," Jinx screamed, having watched the two idiots banter about long enough.
Billy Numerous nodded and split in two. The two look-a-likes immediately turned towards each and started to fight.
"You do it," one clone argued.
"No, you do it," the other countered.
One of them disappeared as a flash of pink energy ripped into them both.
"Next," Jinx said, tiredly rubbing her head. When Billy Numerous split into two the girl immediately pointed and said, "You do it."
"Why me?" the clone asked, looking afraid.
"Because if you don't I'll do a lot worse to you," Jinx snarled, leaping up from her chair, eyes blazing furiously. "A heck of a lot worse. I'll curse you so bad you'll pray to die. Your screams will make people in Hades thank Trigon they aren't you. When people put a seashell to their ear it'll be your screams they hear. Now do it."
Beast Boy and the two Billy look-a-likes cringed back, wondering if the girl had given the lair away. It was, after all, only a dozen or so solid stone walls between them and the rest of the jail.
Jinx sat back down with her eyes focused on Billy Numerous. The man was strong and fast but nothing compared to many of the heroes and villains she'd come across. Rather, the man's power was in his ability to creates clones. When he did so she had no idea which one was the real Billy, or even if there was a difference. What she did know was that the clones would last until the man recalled them, he got tired, or they lost consciousness. The clones could take fatal injuries, or even die, yet at the end of the day the original Billy Numerous would reappear, whole and unharmed except for some psychic trauma. The trauma it seemed came from him experiencing the injuries they took. If there were two hundred of him and each got punched then the man felt it as two-hundred punches.
Knowing she was making the man nervous, Jinx continued to stare. Back in the H.I.V.E. Five gang she'd tried various ways to enhance his power, even going to the lengths of briefly recruiting a villain who could shrink in size. The hope had been that when that villain was within Billy's body he would also create clones, giving her a more numerous and hence more powerful fighting group. It hadn't worked.
"Proceed," Jinx ordered.
The chosen sacrifice looked at Beast Boy who became a nasty-looking giant horned toad. The toad disappeared in another blast of pink energy.
"Try again," Jinx said, grinding her teeth.
Beast Boy nodded and became a tiny white mouse. Frowning, the Billy look-a-like stepped forward and placed the mouse in his mouth. Closing his mouth the man created another clone.
"Open," Jinx commanded. She muttered when there was only one mouse. "Next step," the girl brutally ordered.
The man with the mouse in his mouth went pale, yet nodded and closed his mouth. The poor clone swallowed nervously and glanced towards the exit.
"Don't even think about it," Jinx raged, standing up from her chair again. "Proceed."
The defeated clone nodded again and split into two. The two opened their mouths to show the head of a tapeworm poking its head up from both their throats.
"So why," Jinx asked, "does the tapeworm create clones but the mouse doesn't?" The girl shivered a little as the two tapeworms became mice that crawled out of their hosts to become two Beast Boys. One of whom was stark naked.
"It's obvious that his process of creating clones doesn't replicate what it sees as a foreign object," the clothed Beast Boy said.
"Both the mouse and the tapeworm are foreign objects," Jinx insisted.
"No. The process must make a decision in each case. The mouse is harmful and clearly not part of Billy's body," the naked Beast Boy said.
"But the tapeworm, even if usually thought of as a parasite, can be beneficial," the clothed Beast Boy said.
"Really?" Jinx asked, not sure how having a worm in your digestive track could be seen as helpful in any way.
"It is," the clothed Beast Boy assured the girl.
"Long ago it was used to treat some conditions, and even modern science says this particular one worked," the naked Beast Boy added.
"I see."
"The clones obviously replicate the stomach bacteria," the naked Beast Boy said.
"So it can't be based on his DNA," the clothed Beast Boy added.
"But we can't use it to, for example, create an army of Bumblebees?" Jinx asked, musing.
"Not unless they can shape shift," the clothed Beast Boy answered.
Jinx nodded, satisfied. It was how Beast Boy had defeated the army of Billy clones when they'd fought to see who would lead the group. He'd replicated as an amoeba inside the man, causing him to get sick. It'd been an experiment the boy had been dying to try and it'd worked. It was also how they'd created over two-dozen copies of the shapeshifter to rescue her the day before.
The girl grinned, eyes burning bright with the possibilities. Neither of the two boys was Superman, but when you can create an army of over two-hundred really strong men and an equal number of shapeshifters who could become any animal it was still one heck of an army. It was also the true potential of Team Idiot, and one she wanted to keep in reserve for bad situations.
"Can it be used to give Billy a weapon?"
"Right now I would prefer a way to give me clothes," the naked Beast Boy answered, hands covering his privates.
Jinx smirked. "Billy's clothes are made from his hair which seems to replicate quite fine. Guess we'll do the same for you." She studied the boy, unconsciously licking her lips. Sure he was green, but now that she'd seen him naked he didn't look too bad.
"You do know what would happen to me if he grew large while inside me?" Billy said. The man was ghostly white and looked unsteady on his feet. "I would be split open like a . . . ." The man cringed and sat down.
Jinx nodded. That's why the original you doesn't make copies with him. You only use a clone to do so. She smiled in sympathy with the man. "Just think. Billy Numerous is the best and the only one who can beat him is Billy Numerous himself with the help of others."
The man perked up, smiling a little. "I am the best," he said confidently.
Suddenly the eyes of both the Beast Boy clones opened wide and as one they smiled.
"A lot of the material in a body is non-organic," the clothed Beast Boy said excitedly.
"But it still gets replicated," the naked Beast Boy said, once again exposing himself to wave his hands about. "There're materials that have lots and lots of tiny bubbles in them," the naked boy hurried on to add. "Cyborg used them to make lighter parts for the T-ship. I bet if you had something like that filled with a lot of hair fibers it might work."
Jinx grinned.
Lust at First Sight
Cyborg entered the kitchen, seeking to hunt down a few steaks. The man froze when he saw a woman standing beside the stove frying some bacon. Must be someone Kid Flash brought here, the Titan thought, not taking his eyes from the sway of the woman's behind as she moved around. He swallowed and unconsciously raised his hands to fix his nonexistent hair.
"Hey," Cyborg said, smiling pleasantly.
Robin jumped, almost dropping the pan with the ever so delightful smelling bacon. "Hey," she enthusiastically greeted the cybernetic teen and smiled back. Seems he's coming back to his old self, the girl thought, rejoicing. He hasn't sounded this cheerful since . . . . "Want some bacon?"
"I would love some," the man replied a bit too eagerly. "Why are you wearing Robin's mask?"
The girl blinked. I am Robin, she insisted.
"Ah. I see," Cyborg said. Guess she's one of Robin's dates then, and he's got her into some sort of roleplay. Whatever. She's still hot.
Whew, Robin mentally sighed. It seems I can still pass for me. The girl removed the pan from the stove and placed the bacon on a paper towel.
Cyborg worked on keeping his eyes off the girl's chest. Sure she a little lacking in that department, but it fit her lithe and athletic build way better than larger breasts would. In fact they worked to create a whole that was out of this world. Nervously he swallowed again, resisting the urge to fix his nonexistent hair.
"What's the big guy up to today?" Robin asked, daintily biting into a piece of perfectly cooked bacon.
"The usual," Cyborg replied, drooling as he looked at the plate the woman had placed before him. But it wasn't the bacon he was thinking about.
Robin pouted, wondering what else she could ask that wouldn't cause a return of the Mad Vandal. "Wonder why Beast Boy went all villainy," she mused aloud, smiling at the big guy.
Cyborg swallowed again with sweat starting to run down his forehead. "You know about that?"
"Of course," Robin answered, wondering at the man's confusion.
"I'm sure there's some reason. I know Beast Boy and he's a good kid. Jinx too."
Robin smile was instantly turned upside down. Frowning, she wondered just what her partner saw in that pink-haired witch that he would mention her name. "A good kid," she agreed, still frowning.
Cyborg knew he'd gone wrong somewhere, and his mind went blank as he frantically tried to think of a way to get back on track with the remarkable woman. Sure, all he knew about her was that she was hot, but she also had to be smart, right? And strong? And confident? Hand trembling, the big man took another piece of bacon. "Good," he said. "It's delicious."
"Thanks," Robin said, smiling again. "I know over two-hundred and six-three ways to cook perfect bacon." The girl bit at her lip, suddenly feeling a little unsure around her friend. Why is my heart racing? Robin wondered. What's this sensation in my stomach? Did I cook the bacon wrong? Coyly she glanced at the boy, wondering if he'd been lying about the bacon. Maybe he was getting sick too. The girl hoped not, though she couldn't place her finger on why.
Cyborg saw the coy glance and his artificial heart went into overdrive, making it feel as though he'd fought a hundred villains and won. Heck, like he'd just beat Superman into the dust. She likes me, Cyborg thought. Oh wow. What do I do? Everything I tried with Bumblebee obviously didn't work. Hell, I turned her gay. Oh man, what do I do? What do I do?
"You okay?" Robin asked, seeing that her friend was sweating and didn't look too well? "I'm sorry. It must be the bacon." The girl tapped her finger on the table, wanting to do nothing more than run away and cry.
"The bacon is perfect," the cybernetic man insisted. "I've never tasted better." It was true, but the Titan knew much of that extra flavor came from the wonderful company. He'd never felt so alive.
"You're just saying that," Robin said, pouting. "Prove it." The girl picked up the last piece of bacon and held it out, smiling.
Steam came out the cybernetic side of Cyborg's head. Slowly he leaned forward and let the woman feed him. "Amazing," he insisted. "I wish I could eat your cooking every day. I wish I could eat nothing but your cooking. It's so incredible."
Robin felt faint while the strange sensation in her stomach seemed to reach a climax. Panting, not knowing what to do, she picked up the two plates. "I better do the dishes."
"I'll help," Cybored hurried to offer.
"No need. it's just a frying pan and two plates," the girl told him while she placed just a little bit of extra sway in her hips.
The processors in Cyborg's head overheated, hitting nearly two-thousands degrees Kelvin. Vision blurry, knowing he had to be a man and help, he stood.
It was an accident of fate. The cybernetic Teen reached out blindly for something to steady his balance and touched the girl on the shoulder. The girl had just tilted her head up to reach for a dish cloth and turned when her shoulder was touched. Cyborg was still unsteady so he leaned down a little. Lips met lips.
To her shock Robin felt an intoxicating warmth swirl through her stomach while her breasts felt . . . strange. The girl blinked, realizing the awful truth. I'm crushing on this hunk of a man. I want more of him. I want all of him. She swallowed and blushed as images of sordid acts flashed through her mind, causing her nipples to harden and tingle. Mind made up, Robin reached up, placed her arms around the dazed man, and pulled him closer for some tongue action.
Heaven, Cyborg sighed, holding the girl of his dreams in his arms. The world was perfect and nothing could ruin it.
"Am I interrupting?" Raven asked, eyes focused disbelievingly on the two lovers.
Robin's heart skipped a beat, then the anger rose.
"Yes you are," she hissed. "Now leave and find your own man. This one is mine, all mine." She tilted her head for another kiss.
Blinking, Raven turned and left.
Adventures of Naked Boy or The Ultimate Battle of the Beasts
Jinx hunted through the websites, seeking the information she wanted. It was nothing new to her. In the H.I.V.E. Five she'd done both the planning and all the research while the others had watched porn or played games. Her nimble fingers flickered over the keyboard, displaying the innate speed and grace of a metahuman.
What is it like erect? The fingers froze while the girl blushed. Shaking her head she continued to hunt down a source of meta-materials, as the type of metal described by Beast Boy was called. What is it like erect? The thought crashed into her head again and the girl rubbed her eyes. I am not obsessing over a green guy, Jinx firmly stated to herself. I am not. But . . . what is it like erect? She shook her head again and sighed. From the various clones she'd seen of the boy, she knew that despite being shorter than her he was rather well-endowed and her curiosity was piqued. Much as she tried to deny it, she wanted to see it erect. No sane girl wants to touch a green penis, the girl mentally yelled at herself. Green means rotting, it means disease, it means don't touch. So why am I obsessing? The guy I hooked up with yesterday was bigger, and he was definitely skilled. Focus on him.
Jinx recalled the details of the sex she'd had with the dark and handsome, though rather short stranger that she'd met at a bar. What is it like erect? something within her once again asked with her mind all too vividly provided the image of the dangling green penis she knew existed between Beast Boy's legs. Having had enough, Jinx let out a loud scream and bashed her head three times into the hardwood desk she was working at. It broke.
"Get me another desk," the enraged woman bellowed.
"Yes ma'am," two naked Beast Boy clones chorused, rushing in through the doorway with another desk. They hurriedly pulled the broken desk to one side and set up the girl's computer on the new desk. Then they turned towards her and saluted. "Anything else, ma'am?" they asked as one.
Now eyeing two green penises, Jinx gave another deep sigh. "That'll be all," she told the two. Would two green penises beat one dark and handsome stranger? the girl wondered.
It turned out that Wayne Enterprises was a major manufacturer of meta-materials. Problem was the weapons would have to be forged at the nearest facility which was in Detroit. Which meant travel. Which with Billy Numerous was usually a problem. Add in Beast Boy, who the girl already knew would be a problem traveler and . . . . Jinx leaned her head on her new desk and sighed.
In the end they chartered a small, private jet. It took a while to arrange but, after apologizing to them fifty-seven times for not being able to check the false IDs Jinx had arranged, the travel agency allowed it. Of course it'd been Jinx hexing the computer system. And so Team idiot arrived in short time to the city of Detroit.
The assault team for the 'Detroit City Meta(l) Facility' consisted solely of twenty Beast Boy clones. There was no need for any of the others and Jinx figured the job should be easy for the shapeshifter. The one who she assumed was the real Beast Boy would stay behind in a rented transport truck along with her and the twenty Billy clones that'd been used to form the Beast Boy clones.
And so the Beast Boy army took flight as a single hummingbird carrying nineteen fleas that easily flew over a rather tall and dangerous electric fence. Ignored by the motion detectors the bird patiently studied the building from every direction and entered a ventilation shaft. While the shaft also had motion detectors the bird failed to read as anything threatening so it was allowed to pass unharmed. Yet it was unusual, and if Bruce Wayne had learned anything as Batman it was that the unusual could kill. No lights turned red in the security room, but several did flash yellow.
It also seemed that Bruce Wayne had learned not to allow public access to the schematics for his property, so the Beast Boy army explored the building with the fleas swarming in every direction to create a map. With a hive mind of sorts linking them the job was done in short order and a control room was located. There the shapeshifter found a dozen guards waiting, each armed with stun rifles and armor.
"it's just a bird," one newbie guard said dismissively.
"That just happened to find its way to the control room," a more experienced guard said. "Shoot to stun."
Not wanting to show more of Team Idiot's true power than necessary, the army of fleas took cover while the sole hummingbird prepared for battle. The beams of the stun guns were easily ignored allowing Beast Boy to land on the head of the guard who seemed most experienced. For a second he became an elephant, crushing five of his enemies to the floor. Charging, he scattered the others, knocking two more unconscious. That still left five.
The shapeshifter became the hummingbird again to evade more of the beams. A few came close, but the mind of a hummingbird was designed to maneuver through trees at high speed, making the movements of the guards appear slow. Patiently the shapeshifter watched and waited while thinking. Without warning he darted forward, turned around, and became a gorilla that smashed two skulls together. A backward thrust of the beast's elbow took care of a third guard. Then he was the hummingbird again.
"Just a bird, huh?" a guard muttered, firing at said bird.
"My bad," the newbie guard said. His gun was silent as he tried to track the attacker.
Twelve might've had a chance to hit him, but two didn't worry the bird. Beast Boy darted forward and became a flying pig that smashed one guard to the floor. Then he was a hummingbird again. The last guard also fell easily to the flying pig trick.
This time when the pig disappeared a nude Beast Boy took shape in the room. "I really wish I had clothes," the boy muttered.
It was Billy Numerous who understood machinery the best so back in the transport truck he started to explain how to operate the machinery to the clothed Beast Boy who sat beside him. In the control room the naked Beast Boy obeyed and placed some hair in a receptacle. Moving with the utmost care he then started typing instructions to build various weapons into a computer. Swallowing, hoping he'd got it right, the boy watched the hair disappear as it was moved to the actual factory where a 3D-printer would create the desired weapons.
"My my, now I've seen everything," a voice said, mocking the boy.
Beast Boy whirled around to see a woman dressed in black except for the chest which was a cross between tan or gold. The startled shapeshifter swallowed and stared as he thought something that he'd never believed was possible. She's hotter than Raven.
"You usually break into places naked?" the woman asked.
"Not usually," the boy admitted, still staring.
The woman shook her head. "Either way, you're going down." Briefly she touched the charm around her neck and stepped forward.
Beast Boy saw the image of a gorilla temporarily appear around the woman and a name came to him, Vixen. Briefly, with some envy, he wondered if the woman was one of Robin's conquests. Then he was too busy to think.
The woman, amused as she was at a naked thief, was willing to make the punishment fit the crime. Her foot rose with inhuman speed, aimed squarely at the boy's crotch. She figured it would teach him not to be a pervert and take him down. Two birds with one stone.
The woman moved fast, becoming little more than a blur to Beast Boy, giving him no chance to evade or block the foot that would neuter him. Yet he had twenty-one minds to think with and one of them found a way out. He became a large porcupine.
"Holy crap," Vixen exclaimed, falling backwards. Knowing an attack could come at any second she rolled to her feet, suppressing the pain of having fifty or more needles buried deep in her right foot and lower leg. As she moved they bent and cracked inside her, creating even more pain. "Holy fuck," the woman gasped. "That hurts."
"You tried to neuter me," Beast Boy said, looking pale. "Can you imagine how much that would've hurt?"
Around the still white clone several of the hidden fleas recalled how fast and nimble the mind of a hummingbird was, and that it'd affected them despite they not being the ones in that form. Several of the better-hidden clones became hummingbirds and the mind of the boy, as well as the hive mind they seemed to share, hummed with speed and agility. To their senses the woman ceased to move so unbearably fast.
"Shapeshifter," Vixen hissed, testing her leg to see if she could use it.
"Yeah. And you're Vixen. Didn't expect to see you here today."
"Your bad luck," the woman growled.
"Don't you have better things to do than bother a small-time villain like me?" The words sounded hopeful.
"Not anymore," Vixen said in a tone that promised the boy plenty of attention, and lots of pain.
"Drats."
The woman touched her necklace again and thought of a tiger. She leapt forward.
Beast Boy became a T-rex that met the woman's attack with a charge of his own. It should've been a very unequal match. It wasn't. While the woman was sent backtracking a few feet, her speed let her outflank the boy and she tore into his side, drawing blood. The tail of the T-rex smashed her aside but the enraged woman regained her feet and immediately resumed the onslaught. In desperation Beast Boy became a massive thirty-foot crocodile and whip-lashed his tail. The woman was slammed into a concrete wall.
"My head," Vixen moaned, staring at the huge creature that was now standing eerily still, watching her. "I don't suppose you have a name," she asked, hoping for time to recover.
"Lots. Unfortunately they mostly suck," Beast Boy said, returning to his human form. "My team have taken to calling me Naked Boy lately."
"Quite understandable," Vixen replied. "What's the name of this mighty league of villains you belong to." She failed to keep the mockery out of her voice, but then she wasn't trying.
"Team Idiot."
The woman blinked. "Uh?"
"With all the names I have you think one would be respectable. I mean, why not Naked Man? Why does it have to be Boy this and Boy that?"
"I see." Actually she didn't, but it did reinforce her determination not to loose to such a . . . less than respectable villain. The woman touched her totem and called on the power of a hawk. Immediately she was flying just below the ceiling where she called on the power of a cheetah that she used to push off from said ceiling with all the strength she could muster. Seeing that her dimwitted prey was still staring at where she'd been, clearly unable to track her, the woman called on the power of an elephant. Weighing several tons that were moving at over a hundred kilometer an hour the woman smashed into the boy. Though she wished she hadn't.
Even with the minds of the hummingbirds enhancing his own Beast Boy found the woman hard to track. She was faster than him, and he guessed stronger. Many of the females within the animal kingdom were. Still, he knew she was operating on the same principle that he was - she was a hero that didn't kill. Knowing that he knew the woman would not hit his head, killing him. The position directly between her legs was safe and he stayed there, once again becoming a porcupine.
Vixen howled, having landed with her feet just to each side of the bastard, a bastard that had thousands of barbed quills sticking out of him. She threw herself into a roll to gain some distance, but once again she noted that he didn't follow her, didn't take advantage of her momentary disadvantage. Clearly he was mocking her and her rage grew, as did the instincts of the animals within her mind.
"You know, if we keep this up someone is going to get hurt."
Vixen paused. "The one who'll get hurt the most is you." She growled the words, putting in them all the fury a woman with over two-hundred porcupine quills in her lower legs and feet could.
The shapeshifter shrugged. "I meant them." He pointed to the dozen men who were either unconscious or moaning as they started to come around.
"Oh." Vixen studied the boy and then the guards, noting that the latter had no obvious wounds. He might be a villain, but obviously not a bloodthirsty one. She pointed at two men who'd just regained consciousness. "Pull your people to somewhere safe," she ordered.
"Of course you know this helps me more than you," Beast Boy said, filling up the time as they waited.
"How so?"
"You don't actually change shape, though I've heard you can. I do. With them gone it means I don't have to as careful. It's not easy to keep a T-rex or a crocodile from hurting someone in such a small place."
Vixen looked around, realizing just how difficult it must've been. "Oh." That relieved her some as despite being obviously stronger and faster, she was the only one seriously hurt so far. Not that she was going to lose to some naked kid.
"Okay," Beast Boy said, seeing the last of the guards being dragged out through the doorway. "What's next? Don't suppose you'll let me take what I want and leave? The company will only lose a dozen pounds of titanium. I'll even send them a check for it."
"Not on your life," Vixen immediately replied, thinking of the power of a giant turtle. It would harden her against quills while the massive sea creature still had considerable strength. It just slowed her down a little. She launched herself at the boy, once again aiming a kick at his most vulnerable spot.
The shapeshifter blinked, almost taken by surprise by the attack. But the woman was slower than usual and he had time to react. He turned around and became an elephant to absorb the crippling blow on his flank. Unfortunately he turned just a little too far. "Not again," the beast bellowed in shock as it rampaged through the room. "Damn it."
Being tossed about with considerable violence it took Vixen a few seconds to realize what'd happened. She'd kicked an elephant in the behind, and her right leg was now rather deeply embedded in said behind. The woman cringed and grabbed hold of the creature's tail to pull herself away from the floor that was giving her concussion after concusion. The power of a turtle kept her skin intact, but it did little to keep her poor brain from bouncing around inside her skull. Then she grinned. I bet that leg hurt going in, she thought, recalling the hundred or so porcupine quills stuck in it. The woman then moaned, realizing the action had also driven them deeper into her leg.
"Get out of me you pervert," the elephant bellowed, still racing around the room. "Damn it. Someone help. I'm being raped."
"Me the pervert?" Vixen yelled back in disbelief, getting motion sickness from swaying back and forth. "You're naked."
"You're the one with your leg up my butt," Beast Boy shrieked. "Rapist. I'm calling the police on you, you rapist."
"Damn it, stop," Vixen replied in a shriek of her own. "Stop so I can get out."
Moaning, Beat Boy came to a stop. Vixen slid from the massive beast's behind, sinking down on the floor to herself moan in agony. Then she threw up, still dizzy from the motion sickness.
"Since when does the Justice League accept rapists?" Beast Boy asked, back in his human form. "Oh man. That hurt."
"Since when do villains go about naked?" Vixen retorted, knowing her leg would now slow her down. The bouncing back and forth had damaged the knee and the tendons. And she would need to see a doctor about those concusions.
"Since it was the easiest way to get inside this place?" Beast Boy replied. "What's your excuse?"
"I have none," the woman admitted, wondering if she should call for backup. But she had no explanation for how she lost to a villain who went by the name of Naked Boy, and who belonged to a team called Idiot. She poked at her knee and flinched, noting that her less-than-easy-pickings foe looked ready to fight again. As usual he was waiting on her.
Beast Boy sat up with the pain easing. Like most metahumans he healed fast. A healing rate that seemed enhanced by his clones. Guess they somehow add their vitality to mine, the boy silently mused. Just like with the hummingbird boosting all our thought processes, having twenty-one of me boosts my healing rate. And despite the pain, it was only minor cuts I took. That and the anus is one of the fastest healing organs in the body. He continued to sit and stare at the woman, trying not to ogle her.
"I'm stronger and faster," Vixen muttered. "So why am I losing?"
"Beats me," Beast Boy admitted.
"I wish," the woman replied.
"I blame Bruce for this." the shape shifter said, willing to pass time chatting.
"Huh?"
"If that printer of his worked faster, I would've been gone before you got here. Just how long does it take for a few simple items?"
"Yeah, let's blame him," Vixen agreed, finding she preferred villains who let her rest when she needed it. "Depends. Since it's printed it could take as much as an hour. Especially if the item is thick. The thicker it is the more layers it has to print."
"An hour? Oh man. For a mace?"
"An hour. But why make a mace from meta-materials? It'll be too light to be of much use."
"The person who'll be using it will be strong," Beast Boy replied.
Vixen pushed herself up and touched her necklace charm. She had a few tricks up her sleeve yet. There were things in the animal kingdom that were beyond powerful. She focused and with difficulty called on the power of a dragon.
Beast Boy blinked. "I do see two things you're doing wrong?" he said.
"Oh?" Vixen replied, thinking the boy was now playing for time.
"You attack first, allowing me to decide what to use to counterattack. You're left with that one form while I have millions to call on."
"I see," the woman said, agreeing. The boy's ability to defend while doing damage was what had her aching while he was relatively unhurt.
"And you tend to rely upon animals that you believe are more powerful due to their size or claws or fangs. Or, in the case of a dragon, fire." He continued to stare at the woman, seemingly unafraid.
Vixen frowned. It was true he'd successfully used a porcupine against both a gorilla and an elephant. But a dragon was something else entirely. "And what do you use against a dragon?" she asked, focusing on the power at her command. A wave of fire rushed across the room.
She won't kill, Beast Boy once again decided, watching as the wave of deep orange flame rushed down upon him. If it'd been dazzling white then he would've had a reason to fear. At least he would've if not for the fact he was a clone and would be reabsorbed anyway. With nothing to lose the shapeshifter became a cheetah that leapt towards the flame. Then he became an Archelon that massed over two tons. At fifty kilometers an hour he passed through the fire too fast for it to do more than singe his leathery skin, hurling towards the startled woman.
Frig, Vixen fumed as she leapt forward herself, preparing to dodge the massive turtle as best she could while wrecking havoc on its shell. The Achelon she knew had leathery skin for a shell that would be easy to slash. Even as her claws rended the shell the creature disappeared. The woman whirled around, not seeing the shapeshifter yet knowing he was around somewhere. When she didn't see him she gulped, feeling worried. At the speed he'd passed through the fire the flames wouldn't have hurt him. And she hadn't had long enough to seriously slash him. So far as she knew he was unharmed. Vixen turned around, sweating, wondering what did one use to defeat the power of a dragon? Idly she scratched at her hair. Then she scratched again.
He was a clone and could take risks the real Beast Boy couldn't. Having passed safely through the fire the shapeshifter became a flea that hid in the woman's hair. It was an insane risk, almost being the equivalent of suicide. A single scratch that hit the mark and he was bug splatter. And the body had defenses. Or, if the woman was to realize what was going on and walked into a moderately hot flame to cleanse her skin . . . . He had to admit the woman was insanely powerful and only being a clone created via the power of Billy Numerous allowed him to match her. But she thought big, never small . . . .
The shapeshifter became a Pseudomonas Proteus. Then he gave the deadly command - multiply.
Vixen scratched at her hair, drawing blood. Looking at her fingernails she realized something wasn't right. They were covered in blood, and she still needed to scratch. The woman went to work again, not realizing each tiny scratch she made in her own skin only made things worse. Her face turned red with blood that streamed down from her scalp, then she went to work directly on the face itself. "Oh Anansi," the woman moaned, rending her own flesh. Still not able to comprehend that the shapeshifter could become any animal, large or small, the woman still realized it was a disease that was eating at her. Focusing she called on the power of an electric eel and sent the current into her own flesh.
The shapeshifter cringed in pain when the current burned through his body, but as things went it was a minor nuisance. He, as the woman, was a metahuman and the bacterial infection he'd created possessed not only his high endurance but was boosted by the life force of twenty-clones. The infection was halted for a few seconds before it continued as brutally as before.
Vixen tore at her clothes, needing to scratch everywhere. Her breasts gained long, serious-looking cuts while deep lesions and pustulant sores formed over her whole body. The woman's skin filled with points of black as open comedones appeared by the hundreds, then the thousands. Soon, as the woman kept scratching, the black was covered with a vibrant red. Nude as the boy she'd mocked earlier, having scratched her clothes off, the moaning woman savagely bashed her head against the hard floor and screamed for it to stop. It did.
"Vixen," Batman cried, having heard the woman's screams. He'd sent her to check on the factory when his guards had gone silent after a yellow alert. He himself had just arrived to see . . . . The man looked at the woman and prepared to call the Justice League to beam them to the tower. He paused for a second to scratch at his eyes. Then he scratched again. The two Justice League agents he'd brought with him, Hawkgirl and the Flash, were also frantically scratching.
Hawkgirl fell easily to the disease while the Flash knew immediately something was wrong. Distracted by the itching that'd immediately attacked him upon entering the room he scratched. Then he scratched some more. Each time he scratched it put off the actions he knew he had to take. To call the tower for backup. To send his friends to the infirmary. Yet he scratched, unable to concentrate. His mind operated at blinding speed but, fast as they could move, he only had two arms, and each time he told one to scratch, he delayed the needed calls.
The shapeshifter frowned as best he could as a bacteria. The Flash would've easily defeated the disease if he'd been the first one infected, but by the time the man had arrived the room had been filled with the deadly disease. it was a question of speed who would win. And the Flash he knew was very fast.
The Flash, unable to stop scratching used his legs to turn around and around, causing the friction of the air to drive his skin temperature higher and higher. The bacteria, at home in hot environments, at first thrived. Then their rate of growth slowed. Thinking as fast as a hummingbird himself Beast Boy ordered the infection to stop in the Flash, for the bacteria to stay still. The Flash, no longer itching, stopped turning and started to call the tower. The itching returned, ripping into the man's flesh as ruthlessly as it had before, forcing him to once again turn at incredible speed to try to burn out the infection. As the temperature rose the itching stopped.
Beast Boy played the game, keeping the bacteria growing for the brief instance the Flash stopped spinning, then ordering the infection to cease its action as soon as the temperature built up. As expected he didn't get to repeat the trick too many times. The Flash began to spin and kept spinning, driving his temperature higher and higher. It soared into the hundred of degrees, turning the air around him red. The man knew it would burn off any skin infections, and he was right. But it was too late; the bacteria had already reached deep within his flesh and set up home. When he stopped, despite the blistering heat he'd created, the infection awoke and keep spreading. Driven to near insanity by the itching the man spun up once again. Eventually, being only human, he slowly sank to the floor, puking violently from motion sickness. Meanwhile the Pseudomonas Proteus continued its deadly work.
Vixen, barely conscious, watched as Hawkgirl dropped to the ground, then Batman. She'd hoped the Flash would prevail but soon as he crouched on the floor, violently throwing up the entire contents of his stomach, she knew it was over. The man fell unconscious.
"This is more of a hassle than I'd expected," the shapeshifter said, taking human form. Eyes wide, he slowly looked around, frowning, nearly in shock himself. "They're all okay he told the woman, cringing with distress at what he'd done to her body.
"You used a disease?" she accused, hissing the words. "Evil."
"I used my body," Beast Boy corrected her, still frowning.
The woman blinked. "Your body? You became the disease?" Briefly she closed her eyes, wondering what could ever hope to defeat someone who could pull such a trick. Idly staring at his dangling penis, she now understood what he meant by size not mattering. She'd upped her game by using the power of a dragon. He'd upped his by becoming a microscopic bacteria. The bacteria had won hands down.
"I was the infection," Beast Boy told the woman, reassuring her. "Once I changed form it disappeared completely. There's not a single Pseudomonas Proteus left in the room. At least none of my making." He knelt down and took a device from behind her ear. "No calling for help until I'm gone," he said, keeping hold of the device.
Vixen tried to move, then ceased the effort. Her whole body ached and her knee was ruined. She was down for the count.
"Don't charge me for indecent exposure and I won't charge you with rape," Beast Boy offered, feeling sorry for the woman he'd so badly . . . . He looked away, unable to face what he'd done.
"Deal," the woman replied, grinning a little.
There was a dinging sound, and a light on the far wall lit up.
"Seems the items you ordered are ready," Vixen told the boy. Then she frowned. "We will meet again. And I will win," she reassured him.
"I hope not," Beast Boy said, collecting the items. Then, to the woman's puzzlement he walked around the room before leaving.
Having retrieved his other nineteen clones Beast Boy left the control room at a desperate run, heading for the exit. Not pausing for second, knowing that at any moment someone could come soaring in, like Superman, and tear him to shreds for what he'd done, he sprinted as if his life depended on it. Which it probably did. Outside the factory he aimed for the transport truck which was only feet from the fence. There he pressed a button on the device he'd taken from Vixen and hurriedly spoke into it. "Vixen needs emergency assistance," he said and tossed the device with all the strength his enhanced body could muster. Then he was in the truck, urging his partners in crime to hit the gas.
A Talk Amongst Heroes
Raven tiredly rubbed her head as she looked around the table. Kid Flash and Bumblebee were sitting to her left. Across from her was a puzzled Robin who would smile at Cyborg, then stop as soon as she realized what she was doing. And to her right was Cyborg who looked more traumatized than he had upon discovering her, his younger sister, in the shower with his lover, Bumblebee. Her stomach twisted seeing that expression, causing her to worry about how he would react.
"Any comments?" Raven asked, having just informed the team about Robin being a woman.
"Can I kill her?" Kid Flash asked via sign language, still seething about Robin having slept with Jinx.
"No," the half-demon immediately replied.
"When do I get my penis back?" Robin asked.
Raven looked at the woman. "Given your obsession with Cy, are you sure you want it back?"
"Of course I do." The woman looked around and her eyes fell on Cyborg. "I think I do," she added, looking puzzled.
"Well that sucks because I don't have a clue how to get it back," Raven said, not sounding at all concerned.
"Trigon might hesitate to mate with a man," Bumblebee said soothingly. "We should focus on getting his little peepee back."
"It wasn't little," Robin retorted.
"Have you seen some of my vibrators?" the woman countered, smirking at the girl.
"I don't understand how she was changed into a woman in the first place," Raven explained. "Until I understand the process, I don't have a clue how to proceed."
"Obviously by Trigon's power," Cyborg said, sounding defeated. "Can't you sense it on him?"
"I can't," Raven admitted. "From what I can see he hasn't been touched by Trigon since we defeated him years ago." The woman shrugged. "I'm stumped as to what's going on."
Robin tilted her head, looking cute as she considered the situation. "Perhaps he hired the job out to someone else," she suggested.
Raven perked up, looking at the woman. "Someone like Jinx," the half-demon girl said, sounding excited to have a possible lead. "Maybe Trigon corrupted both Beast Boy and Jinx. Perhaps he then set Jinx on you to curse you." She nodded. "I do sense some of Jinx's magic on you," she added.
"But is there any of Trigon's power on those two?" Cyborg asked, looking worried.
"Not a single trace," Raven admitted, burying her head in her hands. "Not when we last fought anyway."
"We should look on the bright side," Bumblebee said, trying to cheer her lover up.
"Our leader is a boy-crazed girl," Raven muttered through her hands. "Two of our members have gone over to the dark side. We're nearly bankrupt from lawsuits over that mall incident. And there's a new prophecy about Trigon returning." She looked up. "There's a bright side?"
Bumblebee shrugged. "When you've hit the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up," she said, smiling brightly.
There was a beeping sound and a button on the table lit up.
"it's the Justice League," Robin said excitedly and pressed the button.
Crap, Raven muttered.
"Hello," the image of Batman said.
"What can we do for you?" Raven intoned.
"The League is short a few members," the Caped Crusader said, looking a bit unsteady on his feet. "We were wondering if you could fill in."
Robin went to reply, only to be gagged by a ball of dark magic.
"I wish," Raven replied. "But we're overextended ourselves at the moment."
"I see," Batman said, looking around. "Where's Beast Boy?" he asked.
"He's . . . around," Raven answered in a monotone. "Why?"
"The reason we're short is an incident at a factory owned by one Bruce Wayne," Batman answered with a hint of pain in his voice. "Watch," he ordered.
The Titans watched as a naked Beast Boy attacked and easily tore through twelve guards. Then they saw the fight with Vixen and the disease that ravaged her. Then they saw Batman, Hawkgirl and the Flash show up only to be ravaged by the disease as well.
Kid Flash was pale. "He can do that?" he asked, fingers trembling as he signed the question.
"Obviously," Raven muttered. She cringed at what she saw, yet the worry in the girl's heart eased a little. While the boy's power and ruthlessness shocked her, the fact he had taken such care not to kill relieved her. The half-demon girl smiled, realizing that Bumblebee was right. Bad as things were, there was a silver lining. Whatever was going on, Beast Boy and Jinx had not become monsters.
"Where's Robin?" Batman asked. "He should be here for this."
"Hi," Robin mumbled through the gag, giving a little wave.
"Hi," Batman said, suddenly standing up straight despite the pain it obviously cost him. "Are you new to the Titans? I'm sure I would've heard about such a cutie as yourself before now." He gave the girl a wide smile.
"I'm Robin," Robin said when the gag vanished.
Batman blinked. "Huh?" He turned to look at Raven.
"That's Robin," she assured the man, taking some enjoyment in his blank expression.
"But . . . ." He turned to look at Robin again.
"Hi," Robin cheerfully said with another little wave.
Batman turned back to Raven. "Explain?" he ordered.
"Trigon is about to try to escape his prison," the half-demon girl explained. "To do that he needed a Titan who's had sex with lots and lots of women. Robin fits that description perfectly. So, in order to mate with her, Trigon turned Robin into a girl." Raven shrugged. "At least that's what we think happened."
"I see. And Beast Boy and Jinx?"
Raven sighed. "We're not sure what's going on there. It might be linked to Trigon, but we're not sure." She took another deep breath. "I've been on the same team as Beast Boy for years. I'm an empath and I know him better than I know myself. I ask for a chance to determine what's happening before you put him on a list of villains and hunt him."
"I see." Batman was silent for a while, understanding the love the woman must have for her friend to beg like that. "Keep me informed," he finally said. "But if things get any worse I won't be able to do anything. As it is we're short four people. Even the Flash will take a full day to recover. The rest won't be assigned to any major missions for a week." At the curious expressions he explained. "While they might recover from their physical wounds faster, there is the stress continuous combat places on a person. Unless we can help it, we try not to push our people past their limit."
"I see," Raven said, giving the man an honest smile. "We appreciate and thank you for the help. We will also be sure to keep you updated."
Batman nodded and the image disappeared.
Raven turned to Cyborg. "Are you okay?" she asked.
The man nodded. "I have to be," he said. "I'll fall apart later."
Raven nodded at him, smiling. "We need you," she admitted. "We need to start acting, not reacting. Call Starfire and beg her to return. Tell her everything."
Cyborg nodded and stood to leave.
Raven turned to Kid Flash. "How are things at Titan's East?"
"Slow," the boy signed. "it's why I can afford to be here."
"Any members you can spare, send them over."
"I will." He rose to do as ordered.
Raven turned to Bumblebee. "You're in touch with just about every honorary Titan there is. Are any of them able to help?"
The woman nodded. "I can think of one," she replied.
Raven smiled at her lover. "Good. Call them in." She turned towards Robin. "You don't leave the tower," she ordered.
"I'm the leader," the woman protested.
Raven shrugged and wrapped the girl in massive tendrils of black magic. "Until you've regained some sense," she said, "think of it as a coup."