A/N: A LITTLE SOMETHING DIFFERENT: A commissioned one-shot by a Patron (who shall remain nameless unless they tell me otherwise), this series will probably be on-going for a while, interspersed with other stories in the FwB larger 'verse. As you can tell by the name, it features Beast Boy and Raven as the main pairing (others included), and will include WEIRD STUFF. ie, Beast Boy being a shapeshifter for all sorts of animals, and half-demon Raven in intimate situations. If that isn't your cup of tea, best skip these chapters. After all...

I do not, in general, write kid stories. My adult ratings are for a reason. My stories feature: violence (often graphic), Sexuality (almost always graphic), and worse. The villains in my stories are typically very villainous. The heroes are not always heroic- even if most of the time they are. Readers should expect a blanket trigger warning on everything I write. Themes of dubious- or non-consenting sex, domination, violence, gore, and character death- including major characters- exist in many of them. I do not condone such activities in real life, but unfortunately they are real in our world, and I don't feel that I could write fiction fairly without including them.

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FINAL NOTE: I decided (with input from readers) to put the NON-FwB One-Shots in their own section. This is that section. I have removed this chapter from the FwB Omake section, and am re-posting it here. Sorry for any confusion, it is the same thing I posted a few days ago.


Rook's Wild Ride

A Raven x Beast Boy series (Part 1)

High atop an odd, T-shaped tower on an island just offshore from Jump City on the West Coast, a young woman sighed in frustration. Her dark, purple-blue eyes roamed over the same page that she had been staring at for nearly ten minutes without taking in a word. The form of Aleph, Sigis, Agarde, Vron, when aligned toward the... toward... the fifth... Another sigh, The form of Aleph, Sigis... Agarde, V- Vron...

She just couldn't concentrate.

Magic was hard enough to work for any creature that doing so without total concentration was a fool's errand. A waste of energy and time was the best one could hope for if a spell went awry. The worst case scenario was often far worse than death, as far as the young woman in question was concerned.

She could just send her half-demon soul straight to her father, for example.

Trigon the Terrible didn't have any great need for yet another of his children's souls to be more powerful. No, nothing like that. It certainly wasn't for love or affection toward his offspring, either. No... she was nothing more than a tool to him, and Raven, arguably the strongest member of the Teen Titans, knew it.
A tool specifically known, in this place's native tongue, as a key.

A key that would open the doorway between planes of existence, between the very dimensions of the multiverse, allowing Trigon the Terrible, Trigon the Destroyer, Scathe, Skath, The Multiverse-Ender, and a host of other names, blah, blah, blah, to enter her world, her universe, and destroy it, too.

The Titan known simply as Raven wanted nothing to do with that, of course, but she was just fifteen. As powerful as she could be, she was not even an adult. How was she supposed to stop an entity who had not just destroyed but devoured entire universes, adding their energies and strength to its own?
She knew she would have to leave before her sixteenth birthday. Raven hadn't yet told her companions, but that day was still six months off. She had time. Six months was almost as long as she had known them. It was, in essence, an eternity. There was all the time in the world for them to learn the truth... she didn't need to worry about that. Not yet.

Raven took a deep breath. In, three, four, five seconds. Hold... four... five... eight... Out. Four, five, six... Wait two... three... In. Hold.
"Azarath... Metrion... Zinthos," she whispered, the old chant something she had come up with just as puberty set in. Azarath, the name of her home plane, or at least at least the demi-plane created by the founder of the order that had originally sealed Trigon from this plane. Azar had been her teacher, her mentor, and once the mentor of her mother, Arella, before his death.

Metrion, the name of the archangel (or so he had appeared and claimed himself) who stood at Azar's side, a spiritual guide to all of Azarath after the ancient sorcerer's passing.

Zinthos, a name she had chosen for herself. Her self. Not the soul-self, not the human-demon hybrid, not her various emotions, but the part of her that was... all of it. None of it. Raven might be name she used most often, but it was Zinthos as the very core of her, deeper than even her soul. Some might liken her use to the name of her demonic side, but Raven knew better. There was no demonic side, no human side. The two were one. They always had been.
And that was the heart of the problem.

Humans, in general, had a desire to breed. There were obviously exceptions, people without that drive, asexual people of any gender, or most children. That was 'normal'. Demons, too, had that desire, if the reasons behind it were different.

Most living things did, in some form or another, desire to procreate, to carry on their kind. Demons might rape, fornicate, adulterate, engage in sexual acts of all sorts, but it was not how they procreated. At least, not alone. A demon needed to consume. Not necessarily that of a partner, if somehow one found and accepted intimacy (a very rare, though not unheard of, event).

Thy needed essence, life itself, and that was far harder to come by in sufficient quantities. It did happen, of course. Trigon had birthed countless half-brothers and -sisters to Raven, and his greatest generals had done the same in his name.

But she was neither a human, able to reproduce through sex, nor a demon, able to consume life and transform it into new life.

She had the urges of both, and did not know if the ability to do so would even work if she tried. Worse, Raven was terrified of the repercussions of such an event.

There were so many things that could go wrong! So many ways in which her having a close relationship- at least, one beyond basic friendship and the camaraderie being part of a team who regularly put their lives on the line could bring- was an incredible risk.

The one most people knew about, thanks to a too-timely reporter asking a leading, probing question, and a too-open-mouthed teammate saying just the wrong thing, was one of the worst. Raven didn't fear commitment, she feared intimacy. And for a damned good reason, she thought. Intimacy involved a loss of control, a loss of the ability to filter, manage, and rule oneself.

If she became intimately involved, if she even dated regularly, if she fell in love... she would be giving of herself to someone else.

That's how it worked, for humans.
Demons were a little different. They didn't want to fall in love, generally, though again it happened in some rare circumstances. Like all beings whose magic relied on emotions, demonic intimacy was... different from humans. A human could have sex with a thousand, ten thousand, partners, and never love a single one. They might still enjoy the experience, but sex was unrelated to love. It was for demons, too, but intimacy was not. A demon would, and could, rape that ten thousand partners and not feel one iota of regret... but they would, or at least could, feel pride in their level of control over others. Intimacy to a demon was the anathema of that emotion.

Giving up oneself, giving it to another, to hold, to let them rule over.

Raven, however, was neither human nor demon. She was something else entirely, and what that meant, even the greatest of sages could not say. Not even Azar, for she had asked shortly before his death.

Cambion, Half-Demon, Fell-blood, Blacksoul, there were a hundred names for people like her. But there was one thing in common: None of them were truly alike.

Raven didn't know what would happen if she was ever that intimate with someone else, simply because she was neither human nor demon. That thought was scary enough, and the fact that most people now knew she feared intimacy was bad enough.

But worse, by far, was the final reason, a direct effect caused by the intimacy she had been thinking about for several minutes.

Giving herself to someone else meant losing that part of herself, yes, and that was very scary indeed.

But then someone else would have control of that part of herself.

That simply would not do.

A human might lose control of their body for a number of reasons. Magic, hypnosis, drugs, telepathy, other forms of mind control, telekinesis, addiction, old age, a medical condition... the causes were as varied as the humans on the planet. But their soul would remain theirs. At least, without the application of some dangerous, very powerful magics or similar effects.

It just didn't work that way with demons.

A demon's body was their soul. In creating offspring, they gave a bit of themselves. In intimacy, they gave of themselves... and forever lost it to the person they gave it to. Not in the sense of a mortal injury, of course. She would not lose a finger if she fell in love, or anything like that.

But that person would forever hold a part of herself in their grasp. Own it, own part of her, and...

That thought was terrifying, too. Because Raven knew how powerful she was, knew how powerful she could be. Trigon might not even need her to open the door, if Raven lost control and annihilated the universe herself.

She could not be intimate- at least not emotionally- because no one else should have to carry that burden. No one else could be trusted with that burden. She couldn't either, Raven knew that full well. But it was already her responsibility, so she would do the best she could, as she always had.
Even if it was never going to be enough.

A splatter of water landed on the page, and for a moment, Raven looked up to the sky, her purple locks of hair swinging in a light breeze. It was after sunset, and several clouds loomed low, but... no, there were no other drops coming down. It wasn't rain.

After a moment, she looked down, past the wide, bright lights of Jump City, to the page once more. Now, the words swam in her vision. Not because she was tired.

Not because of any magical effect.

No, she was simply teary-eyed, for the first time since she had left Azarath in an attempt to spare that realm, her mother's new home, from Trigon's wrath.

Raven blinked, and realized the droplet had come from her.

Disgusted with herself, annoyed that she had lost control of her emotions like that, but at least glad she hadn't shown such weakness in front of anyone else, Raven wiped the salty, bitter tears away and glared down at the pages of her book as if they had personally offended her.

Or perhaps like it was a particularly strong onion.

Raven sniffed, forcing her emotions back to where they belonged: deep inside herself, far from where they might be seen. If they were seen, they could be understood, and if they were understood, they could be used against her. She had already shared too much of herself with one teammate in that regard. Robin would be the last to betray her, or betray their world, their whole universe, but it was still a risk Raven hated the necessity of. If only he hadn't been so nosy, it would've never been necessary.

He'd already sensed something was off in her lately, too. Not the first symbol of Trigon's approach, fated for her sixteenth birthday. That stigmata she had successfully hidden for several days, and had no reason to think Robin would ever see it. Her bedroom and the women's showers in their workout rooms were the only places, after all, where his ever-present cameras did not work. As always, the Boy Wonder was far too perceptive for Raven's liking, and had noticed her stranger-than-usual behavior almost at once.

Which was why she was up here on the rooftop, reading. That was normal for her. Something expected, something to, hopefully, throw off their team's leader for a little while longer.

Anything to keep him from noticing the real problem.

She'd had to alter her uniform already, adding extra layers in a few key places. She thought she'd done a good job, it was just a bit more reinforcement in certain places, really, and hard to spot.
That didn't mean Robin, trained by the 'world's greatest detective', wouldn't notice. It also didn't mean it was comfortable.

In retrospect, Raven sighed miserably, she should have expected her final months of physical puberty to be horrendous. The earlier parts were, too, as she grew a figure many fully-grown women would kill for in just a few short days. Never mind how painful that process was to the human parts of her, or the stares it had gotten her even from the relatively pure monks of Azarath. Here, despite having gray skin, it still got her more looks than she would have been comfortable with (which, to be fair, was exactly zero- or less than).

Raven was frustrated beyond belief with herself. That new emotion, or at least, the emotion she had been forced to acknowledge only recently, had reared it's ugly, dastardly self again just after dinner.

It was so stupid!
Beast Boy watched Animal Planet all the time. It taught him more about animals, adding to his already encyclopediac knowledge on the subject. That was always useful for him, and even a form of training. Of course, she had just happened to be walking by when she saw it.

Wolves.

A mated pair, specifically, doing as wolves in the wild do.

Only in this case, it was something she hadn't even seen lupine animals- any animals, really- do.

She had read plenty on the subject, but Raven had never watched, never seen even in passing, animals mate. And she had stared, locked her wide, wild violet eyes on the massive screen as the larger-than-life gray wolves... mated. The female was receptive, her own empathic abilities told her, echoing through time and space, cued up from the recording itself. The male, unable to help himself. Lost in the need to breed, to procreate, with a female- his female- in heat.

Of course the announcer had to describe, in detail, the process of knotting, too.

Still, from behind the couch, Raven had stared, utterly transfixed.

Then Cyborg, bless his soul (and curse him, too!) had asked some offhand question. "Isn't watching this, like, porn for you, Grass-stain?"

Even Robin, washing the dishes, had looked over his shoulder and laughed. Starfire, as innocent as they came about some human customs, had laughed too. Beast Boy himself? He had turned a rather interesting shade of brown she associated with a deep blush, and stammered, "N- No! No, of course not! I-It's just, uh, for educational purposes!"

Of course, their oldest teammate couldn't let it go at that, but his not-at-all gentle ribbing of the changeling had given Raven the perfect excuse to make herself scarce without a word.

The boys on their team, especially Cyborg and Beast Boy, had a habit of mocking each other in a way the girls simply... didn't. Raven had never attended a school on Earth, but what little experience she had with it in media told her she would not appreciate the catty, backhanded comments teenaged girls- her erstwhile peers, no matter how inadequate they might be- could behave. At least Starfire, for all her eccentricities and legitimately alien psychology, had never found the need to belittle Raven for being who and how she was.

True, her constant attempts to get her to dress more fashionably, or engage in 'the talk of girls', or attend 'the mall of shopping, for to accessorize our ensembles', were a bit annoying, but she truly was Raven's only female friend.

Well, there was Argent. But she lived a world away, and somehow seemed far more worldly than Raven was comfortable with.

Jinx? The member and sort-of leader of the H.I.V.E. Five was maybe a peer, in some ways, but she was also an enemy and Raven couldn't just... talk to her. It would raise suspicion on both sides. ...Though, Raven could admit, the other gray-skinned girl with abnormal hair (and the prettiest golden, draconic eyes!) did have amazing fashion sense.

But she couldn't just... talk to any of them. Not about this.

It wasn't that she was embarrassed. Raven could put that emotion where it belonged, most of the time: In a trash bin on the outskirts of Nevermore.

But she couldn't let Starfire, of all people, know what was going on with her. The girl just could not keep a secret, and Raven didn't see a point in letting the whole team wonder, and worry, when there was nothing to be done about it for half a year anyway.

Wolves.

Humping.

The male thrusting his long, rigid pink... stick... into the female, who panted, tongue lolling out...

No.

Stop it!
She was better off thinking about what she might do, what possible route she could take, to stop her father from destroying her new home universe. Forget Beast Boy and his, well, Beastial porn!

Scowling at herself and her own idiotic lack of self-control, Raven forced her eyes back to pages of her book, an idle gesture, even distracted, enough to flick the lights on so she could see in the gathering darkness.

The form of Aleph, Sigis, Agarde, Vron, when aligned toward the fifth House of Sha, will allow the Ritual's regnant to-

"Raven!"

She ignored the familiar call, as always. It wasn't urgent, anyway, or the sound would've come through her communicator. -summon enough energy to bridge the gap between-

"Raven!"

the realms of Astarte, known by the common folk as Ásgardhr, might be-

"Rav- Oh, there you are!"

She looked up with a glower at her too-obnoxious, too-nosy teammate. "Yes, Beast Boy? Is there something I can do for you?"

"Nah," he chuckled, dropping into a cross-legged position facing her a few feet away, "Just bored. Robin made me turn the te- well... turn it off."

She snorted, "Turn off your animal porn, you mean?"

He turned brown with a blush again, and looked away, a bit sheepishly, "It- It isn't like that..."

She didn't say anything. It was more amusing for her to just look at him, her face as passive as ever. Just look... and watch him sweat, no doubt wonder what she was thinking. He was so easy to read, she didn't even need her empathic powers to know exactly what was going on in Beast Boy's comparatively simple head.

He wasn't an idiot, no matter how he might portray himself in public. No, Beast Boy had a tactical mind as good as any of them, and his ability to think and change tactics on the fly was second to none, including even Robin's. It was a necessity when the very way you battled involved changing what you could do from moment to moment.

But when it came to things like this, he was so very easy to rile. It was almost like taking candy from a baby... only far easier.

Finally, he huffed, and looked away again, "Seriously, it wasn't like that! I was only watching for a few seconds, and it wasn't like I knew they were gonna be showing that when I turned it on!"

Raven almost protested, almost told him she knew full well that it had been over ten minutes. But doing that would have revealed that she was watching it for that long, too. And she simply couldn't do that.

"I'm boooored," he moaned several minutes later, flopping down onto his back to stare at the gathering stars, just visible beyond the light pollution of Jump City and the Tower itself.

"Then go do something," Raven muttered, uncaring about whether or not it was rude. She was not responsible for keeping the hyperactive changeling entertained.

She had a hard enough time just focusing on what she needed to, these days, without adding another stressor. Because she liked Beast Boy. He was a good friend, a great person (if a terrible gossip and a bit of a drama queen), and an excellent teammate. But she didn't need to be his babysitter, too. She had quite enough going on, thanks.
-connection is established, the Regnant will then twist the third Modrothi crystal into the fifth House, adjusting the parallax with the ninth Modrothi by seven degrees. Then, before chanting the next phrase, they shall take the sanctified dagger, and-

"Come train with me. I need a workout."

One eye brow twitched.

Then her mouth, which then dropped into a scowl fiercer than her last.
Beast Boy actually flinched away when he looked up to see her response, "I- Never mind, I withdraw the suggest-"
"Sounds good," Raven growled, using her magic to levitate herself to her feet smoothly. "A workout sound really good right about now."

"R- Really?"

She ignored his question as she stepped around him, book clapping shut and falling into her soul-self to be returned to her room. She was already walking for the door, but changed her mind. "Be in the training room in ten minutes, ready to go for warm-ups, or I'm not going to give you the chance before we start sparring."

"R- Right!"

She didn't wait to see him transform into a bird, no doubt heading for one of the many access-points in the tower designed for him to use in that form just in case the defenses were breached. Instead, Raven melted into a puddle of deepest black below her feet, and a moment later, rose out of an identical pool in her own bedroom.

At least changing into her workout clothing and grabbing a towel was quick. Stripping her leotard was a minute's work at most, and she was dressed in her lycra shorts and the compression bra required to keep her chest from swinging uncomfortably as she contorted, bent, and moved within five minutes off telling Beast Boy not to be late. By the time she heard him clattering around on the boy's side of the locker room, she already had her hands and feet taped up and chalked, and she was stretching as he finally came into the room in his own workout clothes.

These days, it was shorts similar to her own and a loose tank-top. She didn't mind, he could wear whatever.

The workout was good, too. Thirty full minutes of stretching, including a brief yoga routine that Starfire of all people had keyed them into for general health and flexibility training, followed by another thirty on various resistance programs.

Then the part she was looking forward to: Sparring.

Raven could freely admit that as far as hand-to-hand combat, she was the weakest member of the team. Titans East, with their membership counting the likes of Bumblebee, Aqualad, Speedy, and Más y Menos, could easily beat her in that regard, too. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the skill. It had saved her more than once, and she was easily proficient by the standards of most humans.

Robin had insisted on grading them, once, on a 'typical scale'. At the time, three months ago, Raven had been what he called a 'first Dan'. Her limited knowledge on the subject told her she had been, then, a black belt though a lower ranking one. Now, she was a little better.
Technically skilled, yes. But Raven simply didn't have the drive to learn more than that. At the very least, she could defend herself long enough to call on her powers, her true strength. That's all she really needed.
Beast Boy, then, had been a third Dan according to Robin. Even more technically proficient, but fast too, and in most spars he destroyed her if he went all-out (something the too-cheerful boy was rarely willing to do). That training, he had explained, had been part of his work with the Doom Patrol, back when he had served as something of a team apprentice to that venerable group. It was far from his best use of his body, though, and it showed. Beast Boy had learned martial arts to defend himself like most heroes of their caliber did, in case their powers were stripped or blocked in some way, or would make things worse.
But he had taken to the study with a gusto and drive that, once Robin pointed out a few flaws in his technique, had shocked them all. It made sense though. At the time, Beast Boy's explanation had been simple: I don't fight like a human very often, I fight like an animal. But that doesn't mean I can't learn to use my body better. If a claw-hand strike works as a human, wouldn't it be better with an actual tiger or bear paw? If I can kick well, it translates to being a kangaroo, or an emu, or something."

It had, too, and with the renewed dedication to his physical training, Beast Boy had become a true powerhouse at hand-to-hand ranges, using his powers or not.
She went into their first match knowing she would lose, of course. She always did. That was okay, she had long since acknowledged that as long as she got better every time, losing was alright. The purpose wasn't to see who won or lost- it was to improve. Sparring was just training, after all.

That even helped her poor ego. Starfire was from Tamaran, and her physical strength, endurance, and speed were all related to her emotions. She was already stronger than Raven, and not by a small margin. But when her emotions were elevated during a sparring match, it wasn't even close.
Cyborg? Well, he was slower, but also had good technique... and was literally five times her mass. No contest there.

Robin... He could defeat them all, and had done so many times. His skill at combat was incredible. Fast, accurate, deadly-quick at decision making, with striking power that was impossible to predict based on his relatively thin frame. With no powers, he chose to go against all four of the others- powers limited in Starfire's and Beast Boy's case- and he won. Every time.

It was fine if she lost.

Raven was happy with that, as long as she got better.

Their second match ended in an almost-draw, as she somehow got Beast Boy into a headlock while his padded fists thumped several times into the floating ribs on her right side. He was about to tap out when the robotic referee called the match in his favor with fifteen points to her twelve.

Both were breathing hard (Raven a bit harder, to be sure), by the third. But she stood up straight, as always, and watched with a smirk just flitting over her thin lips as she watched Beast Boy's eyes travel down her jaw, her slender neck, and then the valley of her chest as a droplet of sweat moved down. His green eyes lingered there, and her grin widened. She might have this match after all.

Unusually, Raven threw herself against Beast Boy with vigor that surprised him as soon as the bell rang, but this time she pressed the attack beyond anything she had ever done before. For more than a minute, blows rained down fast enough he was actually on the defensive, barely able to block most strikes. Some even slipped through, tagging his ribs, his thighs, and one sensitive shot to the nerve cluster in his armpit that, padding on her hands or not, still had him wincing and shaking the arm out.

She wasn't done though. Her stamina was starting to flag, but Raven had one more trick to try. A desperation move for most, but she could fly, so throwing both her legs at him in a bicycle kick wasn't that dangerous. To her surprise, though, Beast Boy leaned back, his graceful body letting her sail overhead.

There was a slight pinch. On her left buttock!

She hit the ground in a rolling heap, gasping for breath. Slowly, Raven pushed herself to her feet. "You- you!" Her hand landed on her butt- yes, it still stung. He'd definitely pinched her!

Beast Boy only grinned cheekily at her from her own corner of the ring, "That's what you get for using powers. You think I wouldn't notice a second or two of you flying?"

Raven's eyes narrowed. "Fine. Powers it is, then. Let's see who's really the best."

Beast Boy shrugged, and for a moment she felt her heart flutter in a most un-Raven-like way. No... no, he couldn't get the best of her. He wouldn't. She was stronger than him.

Ding, the bell went.

Her powers were summoned up, the mental chant in her mind adding force and energy to it through greater focus alone. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion- that's a big d-

Raven shook her head. That thought was not part of the chant!

Black energy had formed around her hands, absorbing all light that touched the aura of her soul-self, as only demonic magic could. That energy dissipated in an instant as Raven's eyes locked on her opponent.

Her opponent who was now a colossal gorilla, twelve feet, taller maybe, who towered over her rather average five-foot, three-inch frame by more than twice. As for mass... well, he was perhaps her entire height... in width. Two massive fists, green, hairy, as large as her whole torso only thicker too, beat against a rigid, rock-hard pair of pectoral muscles larger than any human bodybuilder's, as a fanged mouth howled in joyous power.

She'd fought him as a giant gorilla before, that wasn't unusual even. He liked being that big, that powerful. Raven had always thought it must've been compensating for his rather short height, an even five feet, and slender build.

She didn't have time to process any of that right then, however.

Raven was highly intelligent, able to process data at a rate that would astound most people. She could read and comprehend even the most difficult of sorcery with a single skim-through, most of the time.

Right then, a small part of her subconscious known as 'logic', nominally in charge of the entire operation of Nevermore, and therefore Raven, was swaying in its throne-like chair, about to pass out from blood-loss.

A dozen feet away, another aspect of herself broke its usual chains, shattered the cage that normally kept it controlled, and roared in defiance.

In the exterior, terrestrial world, Raven stared at Beast Boy.

More specifically, the, uh, the- the middle, um, l- leg.

She knew gorillas, apes, and monkeys all had relatively small genitals for their size. Despite some gorillas weighing in at over eight hundred pounds (and a few larger even than that, in the ton-plus range), their genitalia were often measured in inches, and in the single-hand range even there. Smaller than most adult humans, in fact, despite being comparatively huge.

Beast Boy, for all his knowledge of animals, didn't seem to have gotten that memo.

The gorilla in front of her was twelve to fifteen feet tall, which should've made it... what... about twelve inches, tops. Maybe, maybe thirteen. An inch or two thick.

No... she was pretty sure that thing was as long as her entire arm, at least from shoulder to wrist, and equally thick.

It swung back and forth with a weighty mass as he lumbered forward, slapping against the muscular, green-furred thighs.

Violet eyes went wide as Beast Boy lifted a meaty hand. A hand she didn't see, because Raven was too busy staring at the darker-green tip of his penis. She was still staring, in fact, when her entire world flashed white, and then faded to black.

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