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Rook's Wild Ride Part 3
A Raven x Beast Boy series

Part 3

It had been a month since the last time Raven, arguably the most powerful of the Teen Titans, had had that dream. The dream of herself being ravaged by her team mate, Beast Boy, while he had taken the form of a gigantic gorilla. A green-furred monstrosity... with a larger green monster between its legs. At least, it had felt larger when the arm-sized member had rested against her dream-self's torso.

She had felt so violated, and yet so aroused, during that dream... a training session gone so horribly wrong. When the gorilla had showered her chest, her face, in its thick, viscous, pungent seed it had revolted her as much as it had... satisfied her.

Raven was no stranger to strange feelings, emotions or thoughts that had entered her mind or soul-self from elsewhere. As an empath, and a high-level one, she was most adept at detecting such intrusive thoughts and feelings, and then blocking or limiting them until she could decide if she wanted to let them in, or not. The problem was, the thoughts that had intruded after that dream was... well, they were hers. She knew they were.

The dilemma remained exactly as it had been when she had woken, drenched in sweat and with arousal streaming down the taint between her legs and onto her mattress. Was the dream a terrible nightmare, worse in its own way than even dreams of her father, Trigon the Terrible, coming to Earth and destroying her home universe (again)?
Or had she enjoyed it, and far too much?

The only conclusion she had come to that night had been both. They were not mutually exclusive... and she was, after all, part demon. Why could she not enjoy things that tortured her? She didn't necessarily want to. No, Raven was sure of that. She didn't enjoy being hurt... but she was also no stranger to it. More so, there was a certain dark thrill in proving she was stronger than the pain. That it would not, could not, break her.

But that gorilla semen, as it filled her mouth, choked her throat, clogged her nostrils and blocked the vision out of her right eye... that was torture, but it was also so, so much more.

Which was why, a month later, Raven still found the back of her mind (Logic, mostly, because she had forbidden Love, Lust, or Pleasure to have anything to do with the analysis after they had gotten... bothersome) turning over the problem. She wavered back and forth between whether it was more negative or positive... and in the end, was mostly neutral.

She just couldn't decide. Ever since the training session where Beast Boy had knocked her out, cracked her skull and fractured her spine with the distraction his gorilla cock- a real one, not the dream one- had caused... she had been strange.

She knew it. Her team knew it. Robin, especially, knew something was off... but she didn't think he had figured out what. If she had, Raven was sure the Boy Wonder would have said something, or tried to help. It was what he did, in his often-awkward, brusque way.

But Beast Boy... he knew something was off. Her green-skinned and green-furred team mate had always worn his emotions on his sleeve, possibly more than anyone else. And he broadcast them so fiercely, she could not help knowing what he was feeling most of the time, no matter how good her psychic shields were. Raven knew that Beast Boy knew because he had gone from cautious, cheerful, happy, over-exuberant, and all the normal emotions she felt from him, to... different.

Quiet. Not cautious... pensive. Instead of happy, he was watchful. His good cheer, at least when she was present, had transformed into guarded but definitely there... joy. No, that wasn't the right word, she decided. Relief... yes, that was it. Relief she was there, present, certainly. But there was something else, too.

Raven couldn't quite put her finger on it, and it was almost driving her to distraction... or it would be, if she wasn't already distracted with trying to figure out her own thoughts and emotions. Normally, Evermore was a help for both. But with Love, Lust, and Pleasure all basically in hiding- not of her conscious mind's doing this time- from Anger and, strangely, Envy, who had started another mini-rebellion together.

She knew, of course, that this time Anger was justified. She should have been furious, and no one would have blamed her, for Beast Boy being so... unfair in their sparring match, or doing so much physical damage to her. But she also knew, logically, that Beast Boy hadn't intended her to take the full force of that blow. Any of them could have, should have, dodged or blocked or deflected it in some way... but she had been distracted.

Her cracked spine and skull were her fault, not his. That was what Logic, and Guilt felt, and the former at least was usually at least accurate enough, if sometimes flawed.

The dream afterward, while she had been recuperating was... different. There was no one to blame at all, there, but for some reason Envy had taken it and started running, fomenting Anger into starting another grudge-match against her other emotions or, more recently, the mental punching bag of a Beast Boy she kept for just that purpose.
Needless to say, it was a scarred and battered mental construct.

Envy had taken a while to figure out why she was upset, but eventually the emotional side of herself had informed Raven during a mediation session that she was envious of a great many things regarding Beast Boy.

He was more free, not bound to be the doorway by which her father destroyed her entire universe.

He was more free with his emotions, too, something she did not dare to be. Not when losing control of those very emotions spelled that disaster she most feared.

He was... well, confident (mostly), happy, in a way she could never be (despite that she knew better than anyone how much of it was a mask... it wasn't all mask).

He wasn't a virgin, either. She was going to die one.

Knowing he had been intimate with Terra, of all people, shortly before the waifish girl had betrayed them to Slade was... painful. Beast Boy had deserved better... but that wasn't truly the reason for her envy as far as that went. No... She could admit it to herself.

She had been... interested. As much as she could be, anyway. But she knew even then she could never be with anyone. It was too risky. So she had stepped aside, kept her emotions back (as always) and let him move on from his crush (as adorably annoying as that had been) on her to Terra. And then she had betrayed them all.

She was happy, that he had been happy, at least for a while. No, the reason she was envious was that she would simply never experience that form of intimacy. Not with anyone. She could read, she could watch those stupid videos online, she could buy magazines, or adult movies (in disguise of course, because no one would want a teenage hero around who was breaking the law). But she could never do the deed. Never see one, never touch one... never experience an orgasm at the hands (or other parts) of another.

Even masturbating was risky, something she only did when she had to relieve the stress, simply because the momentary loss of control as she climaxed was... well, it broke things in her room. Every time.

As a fifteen year old girl only bringing herself to orgasm once every few months was absurdly uncommon. As a half-demon who was literally driven by emotions and passions... well, it was even harder. But she endured, because she had to.

Actually being intimate with someone, opening herself up that much...
To be that vulnerable, to let someone else bring her that much pleasure was far too dangerous. So no, she would not.
It was... bad. She just couldn't.

She would be okay holding herself off... but maybe tonight, even if it was a few weeks ahead of schedule, she could risk it. Meditate, bring herself as under control as possible, and rub herself until she was done. That should help quell the emotional battle inside her as well. Perhaps even bring some clarity to her dilemma.

Yes... that would do the trick. But first, she had to pet the dog.

The green furred dog that had slunk onto the couch quietly, whimpered at her feet, for a moment with doleful eyes, and then jumped up onto the cushion next to her.

Raven, who had been reading, had only rolled her eyes at Beast Boy and told him, "For the last time, I'm not mad at you. I haven't been mad at you. It was my fault I got distracted."

With another final whine, he had laid his snout on her leg. Late at night, she wasn't wearing her tights along with the leotard she wore by habit alone when in the tower. It was, after all, not only useful to have in an emergency call, but also extremely comfortable, almost like a second skin.

... Only without the hag or skinthief demon references.

Idly, she shifted the book's weight to one hand, and the other fell to land on Beast Boy's head. He snuffed, wuffled, and she felt his weight settle comfortably along with one paw over her bare thigh. It was... strangely comforting, almost like the feeling she got from 'normal people' when they had a dog laying on their lap and they were petting it. Unwittingly, a small smile stole onto her face as her hand made the unfamiliar, yet entirely instinctive motions.

From the top of Beast Boy's shaggy head, she slowly stroked down after rubbing between his ears, until her hand was moving from his neck to his back, and then to just above his tail. Behind her, Raven heard Cyborg shuffle into the kitchen, and a few minutes more with a mug of sedative-laced tea and a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich (on rye, the weirdo), wander back out. Her empathy told her that Robin was safely ensconced in his room, no doubt watching a variety of security feeds from around Jump City, or trying to piece together hundreds of disparate clues to figure out where Brother Blood, Slade, or Mad Mallah might be hiding out. Starfire was actually asleep, her normally fiery passions muted to coals in her rest, while Silkie was at his most active, and happily spinning a web in the ceiling corner above Starfire's bed.

In other words, most of them were out for the night. She had drawn the late watch, and that was fine. Raven was honestly just glad to be cleared for duty after a month of being 'useless'. But she understood, both spine and skull injuries could be very deadly if not treated with the care they needed. It had still been frustrating, though. At least the last few weeks had been quiet.

Beast Boy being awake at a late hour wasn't unusual either, he often slept the least next to Robin. Being part animal had left him with the instincts of a nocturnal creature as much as a diurnal one, no matter what form he was in. But he could also sleep during the day just as easily as he could at night, so she supposed it broke even.

Eventually, she felt Beast Boy fall asleep, still as a dog. She was fairly relaxed herself, the motion of her hand hypnotic. The companionship, easy thought it was, between herself and her team mate was one thing. As a dog, he was... easier. Calmer. Quieter, at least right now. And it was soothing to pet him. So when he snorted and rolled over, presenting his belly for scritches as well, Raven could only sigh with amusement at his tongue lolling out, and continue to pet her friend.

... That sounded weird even in her head.

But he was a dog, so that was alright... right?

Sure.

She went back to petting, and reading, and the hours of the night wore on.

Beast Boy was quiet, and slept for at least two hours. Her own tea, kept warm by magic, had long since been emptied when it happened.

She didn't even notice, at first, thoroughly engrossed in her book. That book outwardly, would appear to any of them to be an esoteric tome of arcana. Beneath the illusion she had woven before her shift, it was... well, a lot more racy. Lewd, even. She was, after all, a fifteen year old girl and loved trashy romance as much as anyone.

The book was good enough. It was keeping her a bit entertained, at least, and might help with fueling her 'distraction' later. Something about centaurs, and maidens... or something. ... Maybe she was letting the book color her perceptions...?

Nah. She was above that. No, she was just reading a good book, that's all. That's why she hadn't noticed the moist whatever-it-was touching her hand on the end of every downstroke as she rubbed Beast Boy's verdant belly.

When she did realize she was touching something wet, Raven of course glanced down to see what it was. There, she stopped cold, hand actually still in contact with it.

It.

A dog's... thing.

Cock.

It wasn't even poking out that far from the sheath, maybe an inch... but when Beast Boy was only three feet long as a medium-sized dog, it seemed... bigger.

Maybe it was that Raven was a smart girl, and knew exactly what that meant.

A suspicious glare showed Beast Boy's eyes were closed, and his breathing was only a tiny bit faster. It had been a slow change, too. His emotions...

Chaotic. Wild. He was definitely dreaming...

Raven shuddered and yanked her hand away as if his dog's dick had burned her. Then, forcing herself to control, well, herself, Raven put her hand back on the fur and left it there over his rib-cage. Her own breathing was fast... Abnormally so, considering she was just reading and petting a dog. But he was definitely asleep, and dreaming.

She was overreacting... it was a natural thing. Not only was Beast Boy himself, the youngest member of the team, also a fifteen year old boy, he was a literal dog right then. His animal instincts were through the roof, and she knew it. He was still there, or she wouldn't have been able to read his emotions as easily, or at all. More simple animals, like rats, barely had emotions to even read (and that was something she dreaded him ever finding out, because it was too useful to be able to tell what the mischievous boy was thinking sometimes). But he was... definitely dreaming about sex. It wasn't just a natural reaction of his body to stimuli.

He was... something.
She couldn't. It was the worst invasion of privacy...

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos," Raven whispered... and her vision wavered.

A few moments later, she was back. Yep, two dogs, fucking. One green- definitely beast-boy. And one purple.

Her. It even had the red spot in its fur where her soul-gem was embedded in her forehead.

Raven swallowed, and debated once again removing her hand from Beast Boy's chest. Or vanishing him into the nether of her soul-self forever. It would be easy if he were asleep, but...

People would ask questions.

No, she would just have to teleport herself away. Yes...

The moist spot was definitely there on her hand... she'd have to wash it. And his pink flesh was...dripping. Was drooling a better word? Either way, it was a vaguely yellow liquid.

Yes, she would definitely teleport away.

Not... not take it in hand. Not peel back the sheath, and...

Oh.

Oh, she wasn't teleporting.

No...

Raven sniffed, as Anger was betrayed in turn by Envy, who had surprised everyone by teaming up with the hidden Lust and... fuck, Love, too.

The change in power within her drove even Logic spare... and she reached lower.

Her fingers touched just the tip first, the soft pads harder than those on his canine paws, and his whole body twitched. It was... soft. She had read that penises, at least human ones, felt soft but were quite hard, rigid, when erect. The tip of him was spongy, and it smelled...

She couldn't definite it, not properly. Like a dog, certainly, but also clean. Like Beast Boy's good shampoo, and a bit like his bath. An echo of sweat- had he just come from a workout when he joined her, with a quick shower between? But that musk...

So similar to the gorilla's in her dream, the one that had driven her wild... Raven inhaled the aroma deeply, and then flicked up the dribbling bit. It hit her tongue like dynamite.

Not really, of course, it was a bit disgusting. But the lust Beast Boy carried had come through the fluids of his body, and that hit her hard. Raven sighed, and...

Fuck it. She was already touching him. A moment's effort tamped down any growing wakefulness in her friend, just in case... and she opened herself up to his other feelings. Lust was definitely present, and for her specifically, as much as anyone else. And she was so jealous. She wanted to know what it was like, even if...

Even if he was a dog.

Raven's fingers circled the little bit of pink flesh, and tugged lightly. Gently, slowly, she drew it out of its sheath, more and more... it was just as long as her hand was wide. Yes, firm now... and growing more so. Hard, even, and it smelled disgusting... and delightful.

She wrapped her cool fingers around it, the whole shaft covered, and gave a little tug. Even asleep, Beast Boy whimpered, and his canine hips bucked up against her hand. She felt his emotions stir even more... He was pounding the dog-Raven in his dreams even harder, she could feel.

Knotting her, maybe... She didn't see such a knot on Beast Boy. Perhaps it was still sheathed...?

He was leaking pre-cum, her hand was slick with it now...

Azar, she was disgusting!

Raven stroked again, and Beast Boy whimpered. Then again... and again. Raven realized what she was doing. She was jacking off a dog- She was jacking off Beast Boy.

The realization made her pause for just a moment. Then she started again, faster. Harder, with a more firm (but still gentle) grip. She wanted to do it, as messed up as it was. Wanted him to cum for her!

Shit, she- Raven, the cold one, the emotionless one, wanted to feel Beast Boy's dog-cum in her hand! She wanted to be the one to earn it!

She didn't want to be the one without anymore.

So Raven stroked faster again, and she urged Beast Boy's lust higher. Spurred him on, drove him to cum for the dog-self that was her in his head. Urged him to fuck her dream-self harder, faster, deeper. Take pleasure from her in the dream, as she was giving it willingly in real life.

Slowly, Raven watched as the knot- smaller than she had imagined, but definitely there- appeared. His dick had only gotten about a half-inch longer, but it was swelling under her fingers too, and now she felt it more than saw it.

Her dream-self wailed, howled, in Beast Boy's dream as the knot plunged into her canine snatch. Beast Boy himself whimpered, his hips thrusting into her hand now, even with his eyes closed, and he panted fully... panted into her hand, pumped and thrust in time with her strokes. He was so close, now! Technically knotting was already part of a dog's orgasm, she knew, but... he really wasn't there yet.

She wanted him to so badly, though! "Cum for me, Beast Boy," Raven heard herself whisper to the dog in her lap.

And he did.

Beast Boy's pine-green eyes shot open, and he gave a very doggish grunt as his knot hit the center of her hand... and he spurted. All over her thumb, but mostly on his own stomach, as she finally coaxed him to orgasm.

Apparently, her sleeping magic had not been strong enough to keep him under during what must have been an intense orgasm.

He kept spurting, throwing out more thick, yellow-custard colored cream, all over. Drenching her, himself, in salty smells, and...

Then it was over.

Anticlimactic...

Or it would have been, if Beast Boy's green eyes weren't staring up at her from a dog's face. If her hand wasn't still wrapped around his softening dick.

If she hadn't just jerked him off without his consent... or even, really, her own.

"You're dreaming. Go to bed, Beast Boy. And never speak of this to anyone. Especially not me."

The dog nodded. It was a strange gesture, but she had come to expect that sort of thing from her changeling friend. Then he rolled over, and hopped off the bed, heedless of the goopy trail he was leaving. Then he was gone with one last, confused look.

Raven waited until he was gone, in his own room, and in bed trying to figure out it if was actually a dream. She tried to reinforce that feeling, but wasn't sure she was successful.
She was confused herself, after all.

He was still dripping from her hand.

With a grimace, Raven's soul-self appeared, scouring away all trace of him at a subatomic level. All the fur, the semen, all of it.
She had a lot of thinking to do... this was going to be a long, long watch. She could just... tell.