''Okay, so what do you need my help with?'' I asked Vanellope as I followed her into her room and she quickly took a seat at her desk, facing her computer for a moment before spinning around to look at me.

It was hard to tell Elsa that I would be home later than usual and visiting a friend, especially when I don't know what that friend needs. But she bought it and we went our separate ways, with me following Vanellope to her empty house.

''You're a literate person, ain't ya?'' She questioned.

I stared at her bemusedly before nodding. ''Sure, I guess so. I don't mean to brag, but English lit is a personal favorite subject of mine.''

''Awesome,'' She beamed. ''Then I need ya to help me with something I'm writing.''

''Oh, you're a writer?'' I gasped excitedly.

''More or less,'' She confessed. She had no shortage of confidence, it was admirable. After shifting on her chair, she turned back to her screen and pulled up a document. ''I do some online writing. But I'm stuck on writing a new chapter and I haven't updated in ages. Do you know what it's like to get bombarded with constant messages asking for a new update?''

''I don't, no.''

''It's annoying as hell. Anyways, I was hoping that you could help me find some inspiration.''

This was not at all what I was expecting when she asked me for help. I originally dreaded that she would ask me to help prank someone or cause mischief, but to see her want me to help with a creative art was really sweet. I cracked my knuckles and moved closer. ''I'll do my best.''

She smiled at me before it turned into a playful smirk. ''Word of warning beforehand, my writing is a bit on the…mature side.''

I waved my hand dismissively. ''Oh please, how bad can it be?'' I looked at the words on screen and immediately felt my heart skip a beat and my eyes widened in shock. ''Oh my God, they put the cucumber where?''

''Warned ya.'' She grinned.

I backed away and turned sharply to face her. ''You're like 12, you shouldn't be writing this stuff.''

''I'm young, not dumb. A 5 minute Google search nowadays is a fountain of knowledge compared to what school teaches kids. I'm gonna learn about this stuff eventually anyway, not that I have any interest in this stuff.''

''Then why do you write it?'' I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. ''I hear it's popular. Everyone's got an inner perv no matter how innocent they seem.''

''I'm the last person to argue with that statement.''

''Plus, it's fun to see how offended I can make people who claim it's too explicit. I've already been banned from 4 writing websites.''

''That sounds a bit trollish to me.''

''I'm not hurting anybody. They also have parental warnings for these sites so kids don't stumble onto them. You have killjoys that take action into their own hands despite having no power and wanting ruin fun for those who willingly want to read this kind of thing. Also, I like writing. It's fun. And the people who do enjoy it leave some awesome comments.''

I could see her point of view with this argument, and honestly, I was on her side hearing all of this. If she had no problem writing this stuff and it wasn't meant to be insulting or hurtful to anyone, why should she be stopped from doing what she loved and enjoyed. I sighed and eased up before approaching her again. ''How can I help?''

For a moment, she seemed genuinely shocked that I was still on-board, but that soon passed and she was back to her confident, sassy self. ''I knew I could count on you.''

''Always.'' I held out my fist and she bumped mine with hers. It felt nice to have someone who looked up to me, almost like I was the big sister for once. If I could even be half as awesome as Elsa was, I think I can do a good job. ''So, what are you writing next?''

''Next up is a Marvel project.''

I squealed with delight. ''The Marvel movies? I love them!''

''Who doesn't?''

''You write for all of them.''

''More or less. I don't do X-Men or Fantastic Four though. That's not for me.''

''Do you at least write Spiderman?''

''Not at first, but I worked a deal to start writing about him.'' She said and turned to me. ''So, here's the scenario I was thinking. Black Widow and Scarlet Witch have been captured and are about to be killed by a super villain, but they are saved by a mysterious new superhero on the block. That's when the two ladies decide to reward their savoir.''

''Reward?''

''Yep, you know the kind I'm talking about.'' She wiggled her brows.

I did, and on the one hand, I wanted to comment on the fact that I wouldn't believe that two of the best Marvel heroines would demean themselves to offering their bodies to please a hero who rescued them when they're ins situations like this all the time. But…at the same time, it's like Vanellope said, there's an inner perv inside all of us. I couldn't help but get sucked into the idea. ''Okay, I'll buy it. Who's the new hero?''

''I don't know, I'll let you decide.''

She was tempting me to go the route she wanted me to. Even in a fictional story with fictional superhero characters in a film series, she was still playing the role of my wingwoman. I decided to play along. ''Well…she might be a timid red head with a hint of a badass side to her.''

''Cool.''

''She's small, but knows how to handle herself in a fight.''

''Go on.''

''She treats all women like the Goddesses they are. Larger women, skinny women. Older women. Women with red hair, brunette hair, even blue hair. She lavishes all women.''

''Hmm, funny. When most people write self-inserts, they have it the other way around.'' She commented.

I laughed a bit and thought of what else we could add and a thought came to me. Initially, I was reluctant and weary, but I trusted Vanellope enough to suggest the idea. ''And…since this is going to be a mature story, our hero could maybe have an extra something to them.''

''Big, old penis, got ya.'' She giggled.

''You don't have to refer to my penis like that.''

''Well, I was going to say big, hard chick stick-magnet. But I don't want to bump the word count up too much.''

I couldn't help but laugh at her comment. A chick stick-magnet? I've never thought to call my dick that before, it was kinda funny. For someone so young, she was so cool about accepting me as intersex. I guess it shows that the younger generation does have a better understanding that many had done years before. Then again, the internet was a big and weird place, you can learn all sorts of things. Both good and bad.

Something else came to mind. ''Oh, what's my superhero name?''

''I don't know, what nicknames do you have?''

I pondered for a bit. ''I'm not sure. Kristoff usually calls me Feisty pants, but I don't…''

''Feisty Pants it is!'' She declared.

''Wait, what? That's not a superhero name!''

''If we live in a world where Squirrel Girl can be an accepted superhero name, Feisty Pants can work too.''

I went along with it. Right now, I was actually excited to see this story play out. Speaking of names, there was another question that stuck with me. ''Wait, who's our villain going to be?''

''I'm going with Paste Pot Pete!''

I couldn't stop myself from snickering. ''That's a funny villain name to create.''

She turned to me. ''I didn't create it. He's a real character.''

For a moment, I almost believed her. ''There is no way there's a real Marvel villain called Paste Pot Pete.''

''Look it up, he's real,'' She told me. Before I could argue any further, she once again returned to her computer and held her hands over her keyboard. ''Anyways, enough chit-chat. People don't read smutty fanfics for the filler, they read it for the glorious smut. Let the fun begin.''

And so, she started to write the story…

XXX

Black Widow and Scarlet Witch struggled to break free from their prison. Even with Scarlet's incredible mental powers, and Widow's acrobatic skills, there was no escaping as they were held together by some kind of strong substance. They were encased in a hardened glue that refused to break no matter how much they tried.

Their struggling groans were soon drowned out by the sound of maniacal laughter, coming from an individual standing before them. He wore a green hooded jacket and came with the complete set of evil goatee and twirling villain moustache. The most striking thing though was the large canister strapped to his back and a small gun attached to it.

''Poor little ladies,'' He said with wicked glee. ''You can't escape my glue. I've modified it to be stronger than ever before. Even the Hulk would have trouble breaking free.''

Instead of being intimidated, Natasha Romanoff arched her brow and turned to Wanda. ''I find that difficult to believe, do you believe that?''

Wanda shrugged. ''Perhaps when we escape we could ask Hulk to give it a try.''

''I don't know if he'll like that. He has trouble in small spaces.''

Offended that they didn't seem the least bit scared, the villain clicked his fingers to grab their attention. ''You think you can escape? I'm afraid not. The other Avengers are busy dealing with other threats, which means no one is coming to save you two.''

''Oh, that's good,'' Natasha snarked. ''We wouldn't want to distract them from the bigger threats.''

With his ego hurt momentarily, the villain stepped forward. ''Your spirits may be high now, but soon you will both break, and when news spreads that I killed two of the Avenger's most prominent members…''

''And yet I still haven't had a film about me yet,'' Natasha mumbled under her breath.

The villain continued. ''I will be heralded as one of the great evil masterminds of the world, and everyone will know the name Paste Pot Pete, and…''

He was forced to stop when Wanda broke into a fit of laughter. ''Wait, wait? That's your name?''

''Yeah, what's wrong with it?''

''Okay, my brother is called Quicksilver. That is a ridiculous name and I happily tell him that all the time. But you are making him seem like Nikola Tesla in comparison with creating things.''

Natasha stared at her. ''Nikola Tesla? Has Stark been making you watch documentaries again?''

''No, I happened to be bored one night and stumbled on it. I can't remember what channel though…''

The two ladies started small talking, all the while Paste Pot Pete looked up in embarrassment as he was being ignored despite holding them captive. ''Shut up!'' He cried out in frustration and pointed his gun at them. ''Maybe I should encase your heads right now.''

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the wall behind. He turned and the two heroines looked onwards to see a new figure silhouetted and marching forward heroically. This hero was a woman, shorter than most with fiery red hair and sporting a simplistic costume with a red top and skirt, along with white gloves and boots that looked ready to kick evil but. Her identity was shielded by a red eye mask that covered a confident look as she stared at the petrified villain.

XXX

Vanellope sat back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest, all the while I was leaning on her chair and eyeing the screen impatiently. ''Why did you stop? I want to see what happens next!'' I said.

''This is the problem. I don't know how to proceed.'' She sighed. ''Look, I have a confession to make. All my stories are smutty, but…when I get to the smutty stuff, that's when my quality of writing dives. I don't know how to write that stuff. It just comes across as forced and stilted.''

''You shouldn't say that about yourself…''

''I don't, the comments I get do. And they're right.'' She sounded defeated and looked away with a cute little scowl.

Thinking of what I could do to help, I decided that maybe I could use my own personal experience to aid her. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. ''Do you mind if I try to write this part of the story?''

She eyed me curiously and seemed to think my offer over. After a moment, she moved out of her seat and allowed me to take her place. ''Why not? It's better than sitting here and doing nothing.''

''Thanks, I promise I'll do my best. Though, do you mind if I change point of view so that it's first person?''

''I don't know. Most readers don't usually like that…'' She then shrugged. ''What the hell? They just want to get to the sex anyway. Have at it.''

''Thank you! I swear I'll make it work, I just think it'll be better if done in first person.'' I cracked my knuckles and let my fingers loose on the keyboard as I let inspiration take hold.

XXX

''Who are you?'' Paste Pot Pete called out as he pointed his unusual gun towards me.

''My name is Feisty Pants!'' I said proudly, even if inside I was cringing harder that the tights were clinging to my body. ''And I'm here to take you in. I hope you ladies don't mind if I help out?'' I asked Black Widow and Scarlett Witch.

They shook their heads nonchalantly and shrugged. ''Sure, have fun. Though don't rough him up too much, I almost feel sorry for him.'' Widow stated.

Pete glared at them. ''Oh, so my name is too ridiculous? But Feisty Pants is fine?''

The time for talk was over. I had two awesome superheroes that needed saving and I wasn't going to waste anymore time. I charged towards Pete with blistering speed, using my incredible strength to run at speeds many times greater than even the best Olympians.

Pete panicked and pulled the trigger of his gun, spraying jets of hot glue in an attempt to stop me. I effortlessly dodged and moved out of the way, avoiding all of his blasts until I was right in front of him and he stumbled backwards. ''That's enough. I normally wouldn't ever forgive anyone who tries to hurt a lovely lady, let alone two. But if you come quietly, this doesn't have to get any messier!''

He retorted by pointing the barrel of his gun against my forehead and laughing wildly. ''You really think you can stop me? I will one day be known as the greatest super villain who has ever lived, and soon all will remember the name…''

I pressed my finger up against the gun and he pulled the trigger. I felt glue hit my finger but never emerge from the gun. The pressure was too much and the weapon inflated for a bit before firing backwards and engulfing Pete completely in glue. He growled underneath the substance and waddled away, not getting very far as I smiled confidently. ''Told you it wouldn't have to get any messier.''

In the distance, I saw Widow and Scarlett give each other knowing glances. ''I think we've waited long enough, don't you?'' The Russian spy asked.

A faint glow of red appeared around Scarlett and the two of them then erupted out of the hard glue and freed themselves with hardly any trouble. Scarlet waved her arms around and the fragments of the material disappeared into nothingness.

Pete shuffled around and screamed, the sound muffled by the glue covering him. With incredible speed, Black Widow leapt forward and roundhouse kicked him right in the head and knocked him to the ground, leaving him unconscious and out cold.

I should be concentrating on the villain that I had helped defeat, but I was too busy paying attention to the way Black Widow moved so gracefully and confidently. I'd always thought that black suit of hers would be quite restricting, but she could make it work. I also happened to stare at Scarlett as her magic surrounded her, the red aura matching her gothic red jacket perfectly. I felt a little self-conscious about my own makeshift costume in comparisons to there's.

My inner fangirl got the better of me as the two of them approached me and I waved excitedly. ''Hi!''

''Hi,'' Widow replied amusedly. ''Thanks for the help.''

''Oh, it was nothing,'' I said bashfully. ''Literally, it was nothing. I knew you two had everything under control, you didn't need me.''

Scarlett stepped forward. ''It was the thought that counts. Thank you. It's always nice to have someone new help out.''

''How do you know I'm new?''

Widow grinned playfully. ''A wild guess.''

I noticed that she was looking at me up and down. I felt a little excited thinking that maybe she was checking me out, but reality kicked in when it came to me that she must have just been inspecting my amateur costume. ''Yeah, I guess I don't look very professional, especially when next to you two.''

Scarlett gave me a sincere smile. Maybe she could sense how low I was feeling, I don't really know the limits of her powers that I had heard some much about. ''You don't look that bad, it suits you, and it's really cute.''

I blushed until my cheeks matched the color of my eyemask. ''Really?''

Widow winked. ''Definitely. Plus, everyone has to start somewhere. Even Spiderman had to start with a poor costume in the beginning.''

ELSEWHERE:

As he hung upside down onto a gargoyle of a skyscraper, Peter Parker, in his signature Spiderman costume, let out a loud sneeze.

He rubbed his itchy nose through his mask and looked out across the city with a sense of bewilderment overcoming him. ''Hmm, that was weird. Spider-sense must be acting up.''

BACK TO THE GIRLS:

I really did appreciate the compliment and smiled happily at them. ''Still, this is nothing compared to your suit. You look stunning.''

My kind words seemed to have an effect on her, because I saw the legendary Black Widow look away shyly before glancing back at me with a breathtaking smile. Meanwhile, Scarlett Witch was smirking playfully and let out a little whistle. ''Looks like you have another fan.''

That's when I thought my comment might not have been in the best of tastes and I started to back peddle. ''I meant that in the most respectful way. I mean, you're jaw-droppingly beautiful, both of you, but you both also look so badass as well. They're sexy and practical, a winning combination. And I just realized that I called you both sexy and I'm coming across really unprofessionally here, so I'm just going to leave now and crawl under a rock until the day I die.'' I turned to leave.

That is until I heard Widow call out. ''Hold on,'' I turned back around and saw her start to approach me. ''Don't beat yourself up over it. It's not like that's the first time we've heard comments like that, and from people with worse intentions.''

''Still, I didn't mean to impose.''

''Chicks dig a woman who swoops in to save the girls.''

I gulped and felt my knees begin to buckle, as well as a certain appendage of my underneath my costume to begin to grow, especially when Scarlett was also standing so close and the two women were right in front of me. All they would have to do is look down to see something hulking out under my skirt. ''Is…is there anything else I can do to help?'' I asked breathlessly.

Widow looked into my eyes. ''We can always use good new heroes. You ever thought about joining the Avengers from time to time?''

My heart swelled and I had to stop myself from jumping about with excitement. Any other time, I would be all in and more than eager to jump at this chance. However, I still felt apprehensive. ''I don't know. I'm still new to all this and I don't feel that I'm ready…''

I then felt Scarlett place her hand on my shoulder. ''Trust me, I've been down that route. You might never know when you're ready or not. As far as I see it, you don't need a badge or anything, as long as you're willing to do good then you are an Avenger.''

I smiled at her. That was one of the nicest things I could have ever heard and I will treasure that statement always.

Widow looked at her ally. ''Let's not force it. She doesn't have to say yes,'' She then turned to me and looked from my eyes to my lips and back again. ''Still, I think you deserve something for helping us today.''

Before I could say anything, she put her hand on my left cheek, caressing it gently and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I gasped in shock before going along with it and returning the kiss back, running my fingers through her amazing red hair. I gripped it gently and tagged at it for a bit as our kiss deepened. I can't believe it, I'm making out with Black Widow. The Black Widow. It was a dream come true.

It only got better as I felt Scarlett Witch plant kisses along my neck while slipping her hand between us and cupping my breasts gently. Her soft hand reached underneath and searched for a bit until she was palming my breasts. I moaned in Widow's mouth, feeling her tongue slid over mine while the other hero was pinching my erect nipples. In no time, another part of my body was erect and growing to its full length.

We broke our kiss and Widow gave me a seductive and sexy smirk. She then turned to Scarlett. ''Go on. Don't let me have all the fun.''

Scarlett removed her hand from underneath my costume and pulled me in for a heated kiss while Widow watched. It turned me on beyond measure that I was not only have a heated makeout session with one of my favorite heroes, but also that another one was watching and clearly enjoying us. Scarlett straddled my lap, grinding against me and probably feeling my erection pressing into her. Not only did she continue, but her efforts seemed to double. As we kissed, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and we silently challenged each other to see who could dominate the other. Either way, I win.

I was melting like butter, more so when she reached down and started to palm my cock through the fabric of my skirt. I moaned loudly at her tender touch as she pulled away from me, biting my bottom lip and tugging. ''Hmm, she has a little surprise for us.'' She commented.

Widow smirked. ''I wouldn't call that little.''

Now knowing that they were both okay with my dick, I could continue without any other worries. The only thing that did trouble me though was when Scarlett began to remove her jacket and I quickly stopped her. ''Wait.''

''What is it?'' She asked surprised by my actions.

''I want you to keep your costumes on.'' I told them.

They exchanged glances, clearly not expecting me to say that. I must be one of the few people who found sex just as hot with clothes on as with clothes off. It didn't take long for Scarlett to gaze back at me and start kissing me once again, and I was more than happy to return her kisses. My hands ran up and down her body, over her waist and down to her long exposed legs. Her skin was so soft and warm, like her body was on fire.

As we grinded against each other, Widow approached us and I felt her hands rubbing my body. ''What about you? Do you want to keep your costume on?''

''No, get rid of it!'' I said quickly and latched my lips onto Scarlett's neck, making her groan with delight and I thrust my hips in between her legs. Although I wanted them to keep their suits on, that didn't mean I wasn't in a rush to be inside them both.

Although I wanted to go on longer, I knew that they wanted me out of my costume as much as I did. So, Scarlett climbed off me and they hurriedly worked to removing everything from my body. They took off my top, gloves and boots and helped me to shuffle my skirt down my legs. Soon, I was in nothing but my eye mask and a pair of bulging boxers. I know boxers and a skirt weren't meant to be a combination, but I didn't want to expose myself in a fight if I happened to jump about awkwardly.

"Let's get this off of you." Widow said as I lie down on the floor and they stripped the boxers off me, exposing my hard erect cock. They both watched in awe and I felt a little awkward as they stared at me.

"What? Is there still some glue on me?" I asked.

"No,'' Scarlett answered. ''I can't believe how sexy you are. And also how big you are.''

''Thanks,'' I said and blushed harder.

She reached over for it, taking me in her hand and moved it up and down slowly, making me groan. Scarlett turned to Widow. ''I hope you don't mind if I have a taste first.''

''Not at all. I'm quite enjoying the show.'' She replied with a sexy smile.

Scarlett stopped stroking my cock and leaned forward to lick around the tip teasingly. My hands reached forward to begin playing with her hair. It felt just as good to run my fingers through them as much as it did through Widow's.

Speaking of Widow, we exchanged a look and she winked at me before she then surprised both Scarlett and me by nibbling around the other hero's ear. Scarlett gasped and was about to comment when Widow planted a gentle kiss to her lips, tasting my pre-cum on her. ''Don't stop for me. I'm just making things more exciting.''

She then reached her hand underneath Scarlett's body and started to rub her center through the fabric of her clothing, making the witch shudder in delight. The seductive sight and sound of Scarlett moaning caused me to thrust my hips forward and press the tip of my wet cock against her lips. Returning back to reality, she winked at me before taking me in her mouth.

''God, Scarlett…'' I moaned.

''Call me Wanda!'' She said before sliding her her mouth down over me and bobbed her head up and down, nice and slow. I was breathing harshly, gently grabbing her hair while watching myself sliding in and out of her wet mouth.

I turned to Widow who was smirking delightfully as she continued to rub her hand between Wanda's legs. ''Do you mind if I ask for your name?'' I asked her.

''Natasha.'' She answered and then moved her other hand to Wanda's breasts and cupped them, causing her to moan against my cock and pleasing us both.

''Natasha and Wanda. I love those names,'' I moaned uncontrollably. My eyes wandered around until I was staring at Natasha's glorious body, leaning over so that she could please Wanda while her backside was facing me. It was too temping to pass this chance up. My hand reached over to cup her ass, feeling it through the material of her suit before giving it a light smack.

She yelped before smirking at me. ''You naughty girl!''

''I don't want you to feel left out.''

''Trust me, I'm enjoying myself right now.''

Not satisfied, I moved my hand down until I was copying her actions to Wanda, and I was now rubbing my hand between her legs, feeling her soaking wetness underneath her suit. She closed her eyes and moaned pleasantly as the three of us were now pleasing each other.

Wanda tries to get a couple of inches in her mouth until the tip of my cock was pushed past her gag reflex, making her gag on it for a bit.

Natasha pulls Wanda's jacket down slightly, giving me a better sight of her cleavage and she reached inside to cup the heroine's breasts. She pinched the nipples, clearly with some force to it making Wanda shudder lustfully while she bobs her head up and down on me, bringing me closer to my climax. I start thrusting into her mouth, looking over at Natasha who now reached her hand inside of Wanda's skirt and started palming at her pussy. As she upped her game, I did the same, rubbing my hand faster along Natasha's center and both women were moaning and gasping on top of me.

"Mmm, I want you to cum in my mouth." Wanda moaned as I start fucking her throat more forcefully, hearing the cute little gag noises that she made every time my cock is pushed further down her throat.

Soon afterwards, there was another sound, this one coming from further down. I could her Natasha's fingers going in and out of Wanda, sloppy slapping sounds echoed louder and louder as Wanda was losing control and couldn't even suck on me properly. It didn't matter to me, I was already so close anyway and the sight of her going ecstasy was more than worth it.

Natasha looked over at me and winked, while relentlessly fingering Wanda until she had to take me out of her mouth and scream as her orgasm overcame her. Suddenly, Natasha reached for my cock and began stroking me at a rapid pace, causing me to go over the edge and I shot a massive load all over Wanda's face and cleavage as she continued to ride out her own climax.

Wanda gasped and licked her lips as she finally came down from her high, while Natasha looked very satisfied as well. I shivered and felt myself growing hard again, both from the feeling of Natasha's hand still gripping my cock as well as the sight of Wanda on top of me, covered in my cum and running her fingers over her to lick it clean. Before long, she turned to the amused spy and gave her a seductive grin. ''You're going to regret that.''

''Am I now?'' Natasha challenged.

Wanda then pushed Natasha down until her back was on the floor and she climbed on top of her. They held each other close and started to kiss each other with passion as their tongues danced together. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched them go at it. From the looks of things, this didn't appear to be the first time they've made out with one another. If it was, then there was some serious pent-up sexual tension between the two.

After a while, they broke apart and Natasha grinned. ''Aren't we supposed to be tending to the new hero?''

''I don't mind watching you two.'' I commented and sat up. My erection springing upwards, showing that I was enjoying their display of affection.

Wanda turned to her trapped lover. ''You heard her.'' She then started kissing her way down from Natasha's neck and over her chest. Using her powers, she peeled open the Black Widow suit and exposed Natasha's large, bouncy breasts.

I couldn't stop myself from grabbing my cock and stroking strongly, especially when Wanda started to caress them and suck on the nipples. Natasha threw her head back and moaned loudly as the hot witch placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

"Come and have a taste." Wanda said to me.

''I love the sound of that." I smiled and walked over until I kneeled down behind her and my face was nestled in between Natasha's legs.

Continuing to use her powers, Wanda opened Natasha's suit all the way down, and the spy spread her legs wide for me until her exposed wet spot was revealed. ''No panties?'' I commented.

''These suits really are as skin-tight as you've heard,'' Natasha moaned. ''Anything more and it'll be one pair of ripped garments after the other.''

''We'd have an underwear shopping bill as big as the Hulk's.'' Wanda said before licking and kissing Natasha's cleavage.

While she kept her suit on, the zip had been fully undone and I could see Natasha's wet, unshaven pussy. I stared for a moment, marvelling at the beautiful sight. My hands gently caressed her inner thighs as she spreads her legs wider for me. I leaned in and licked around her wet pink pussy lips to tease her for a bit, making the beautiful hero shudder with delight. And then a loud gasp escaped from Natasha's lips as I ran my tongue up and down her slit.

"Oh, God." She moaned out when Wanda dived in to kiss her fully, silencing her and rubbing their bodies together.

I was running my tongue up and down her wet slit, sucking her clit and licking her pussy, eating her out as if it was my last meal.

Just then, I heard Wanda whisper in my mind seductively. ''If you really want to drive her crazy, she likes her ass being played with.''

I didn't say anything, wanting to keep it a surprise. I spread Natasha's ass cheeks apart and then licked her tight little asshole, driving her absolutely wild.

"Oh, my god." Natasha screamed from the feeling of me rimming her. ''You told her, didn't you?'' She said to Wanda.

Wanda snickered and went back to playing with the spy's breasts. As I pushed my tongue in and out of Natasha's ass, I coated my fingers with her wetness and started to finger her pussy. All her soft spots were being tended too, and it was leaving the Avenger a quivering mess, screaming and moaning with endless pleasure. She was throwing her body about and thrust her hips against me.

''I'm going to…I'm going to…'' She cried out, too breathless to even finish her sentence. Her whole body shook as her orgasm rocked her system, squirting her juices all over my face and fingers. I licked upwards, lapping up her pussy, careful not to go too far considering how sensitive she must have been right now.

''How was I?'' I asked and looked up at them.

Natasha smirked and looked down at me, panting and with sweat covering her brow. ''Passed with flying colors.''

We were cut off as Wanda lifted herself up, lifting her skirt up and moving the panties underneath to the side, revealing her dripping pussy as she started to lower herself over Natasha's face. ''Now, finish what you started.'' She ordered.

Both Natasha and I shivered, and the spy beamed with delight as she grabbed Wanda's hips and helped the witch to sit on her face. ''Yes, ma'am.''

Wanda was nestled over Natasha's face, careful not to smother her, and instantly started to gasp and moan as the woman below her licked and sucked on her pussy. She rotated her hips, grinding onto the spy's face who probed her tongue inside. I watched Wanda ride on her Black Widow before my eyes were drawn downwards to Natasha's body shaking and her loose breasts bouncing from side to side.

I couldn't resist moving forward until I was carefully sitting over Natasha's chest and I moved my cock so that it was squeezed in between her two pillows of flesh. Natasha felt me do so and removed her hands from Wanda's hips so that she could reach her breasts and press them together, engulfing my cock as I began to thrust rapidly. The feeling was incredible.

My hands reached around so that I could play with Wanda's breasts as she rode Natasha and leaned back into me. I leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, feeling her body breath heavily and convulse against mine, all the while I pumped my cock in between Natasha's cleavage furiously. I can't count the amount of wet dreams I've had where I get to titfuck Black Widow. She may be my idol, but that didn't mean I didn't have the occasional naughty dream or two.

''Oh God,'' Wanda cried out. Her body shook until she was trembling over me and I felt myself getting closer and closer. It was only a matter of time before one of us gave out first.

To drag my release out, I grabbed my cock and smothered it over Natasha's nipples, coating them with my cum before sliding it back in between her breasts.

After a while, Wanda shook uncontrollably and pushed herself off. ''I can't, I can't…'' As she rolled off of Natasha's face, I saw her juices squirt all over the spy's face.

The sight of Wanda squirting over Natasha and the feeling of her breasts pillowing my cock made me clutch my fingers tightly and my head to go numb. ''I'm gonna cum too!''

With Wanda out of the way, Natasha had a full view of the head of my cock poking out from between her breasts. Wanting more, she took my dick in her hand, stroking it and pulling me forward so that she could take me in her mouth. I moaned louder as she deepthroated me twice before lifting my cock up so that she could lick and suck on my balls while stroking me with one hand. I ran my fingers through her hair and started thrusting in and out of her mouth once again before I finally exploded in her mouth. She sealed her lips around my shaft and swallowed every last drop.

''Wow, that was…'' I was about to praise when Natasha grabbed me and switched us around so that she was now on top of me, straddling my lap.

''We're not done yet, not by a long shot!'' Natasha said as she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her dripping entrance. She rubbed her pussy over me until I was big and hard again, before lowering herself down and I entered her. The spy took a deep breath and closed her eyes shut as she took me all the way in, whimpering a bit.

She began to move up and down, placing her hands on my breasts, cupping and massaging them while looking over at Wanda, who was now watching and rubbing her clit. I moaned softly as I moved my hands up to Natasha's breasts, playing with them and pinching her nipples. She bit her lip and moaned, increasing her pace as I moved my hand downwards over her behind and giving it a firm squeeze and a spank.

''Mmm, I love that.'' She purred.

An idea came to me, and I looked over at Wanda as she continued to rub her pussy before fingering herself. She knew what I was hinting at, probably because of her mental powers, and nodded.

I looked up at Natasha. ''I know something you'll love even more.'' Using my superior strength, I grabbed her waist and lifted her up until my cock emerged from her pussy. Before she could complain, I entered her once again, but this time in her ass.

Her eyes bulged out and her mouth widened as a long, drawn out gasp escaped her. ''God, yes. Yes!''

"Natasha, you're so tight and wet." I moaned.

I moved my hands up to her hips again and started slamming harder and deeper inside her, releasing an animalistic grunt every time I thrust into her ass. With one hand, I reached around to spank her over and over until her behind was as red as her hair.

A part of me wishes that she was naked, but seeing her bounce on top of me as her breasts bobbed up and down, barely held together by her tight black suit, it was too good to look away from. I glanced over at Wanda, watching her suck on her fingers before sticking them back inside her pussy and fingered herself hard. She gave me a sensual look and winked.

''Told you it drives her crazy.''

I nodded in response and moaned as I felt Natasha's inner walls clenched around my cock.

Noticing that I was coming closer again, Wanda stopped masturbating and moved over to us. Before I could say a word, she was now straddling my face and I didn't hesitate for a moment as I began to lick her dripping wet slit, causing her to shudder on top of me. It was the best feeling ever to lap up Wanda's pussy while feeling Natasha continue to bounce up and down my cock. I could feel their bodies shuffle about, and my imagination when into over drive as I imagined them making out on top of me as I fucked them hard and raw.

I wanted to worship them.

I could hear Wanda moaning loudly at the feeling of my tongue going in and out of her pussy. ''More, more, more!'' Wanda echoed in my thoughts. ''When you're done. I want you to fuck me next!''

They continued to moan and thrash about until they reached orgasm, with Wanda squirting her juices all over my face, and I was enjoying every last drop, savouring the sweet taste. Next, I could feel Natasha release a loud moan of her own as she stopped bouncing and I felt her ass clench tightly. All it took were a few more hard thrusts before I shot my load inside of her behind, filling her up.

Natasha eased herself off of me, finally exhausted and unable to continue. However, Wanda told me she wanted more, and I still had enough power left in me to give her what she wanted.

I gently helped her off of me until she was on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at me and I knew that she really wanted me. I approached her from behind and entered her, thrusting erratically until I was fucking her into oblivion, doggy style, over come with passion. The sound of our hips slapping together was loud, but not as loud as the screams of pleasure Wanda released and my hand coming down to slap her behind over and over again.

As this went on, Natasha crawled next to us, cupping Wanda's face and the two of them kissed passionately. I grabbed Wanda's hips and thrust in and out until she was taking all of my cock inside of her. It come to a point where the floor was dripping wet from our juices.

Wanda clutched her hands tightly as I hit her sensitive spot and she was sent spiralling over the edge one final time. As she came all over my cock, she screamed out loud and collapsed to the ground, covered in our essence and sweat.

Feeling myself ready to explode again, I continued to give her a few more light thrusts, not wanting to hurt her, before pulling out and stroking my cock furiously. ''I'm gonna cum again!'' I said.

Natasha and Wanda hobbled over, resting on their knees and holding their breasts up. I cried out as they then enveloped my cock in between both their breasts, rubbing them together so that I was pressed right in the middle. ''Come on then. Shoot it all over us.'' Natasha said in a seductive tone.

I released a loud moan, firing shot after shot of cum all over their breasts and even on their faces. It took a few seconds before I finally stopped and had expelled as much as I could. I sat down trying to catch my breath as the two heroes looked at me, smiling wildly and with my cum covering their faces and costumes.

''Well,'' Natasha spoke up. ''I hope that you consider our offer to become an Avenger. We could really use you on the team.''

Wanda nodded. ''Indeed, and I'm sure that our other female companions would love to meet you.''

I grinned goofily and tiredly. ''Me too. Me too.''

XXX

''The end!'' I explained proudly and pressed the save button.

''Sweet mother of monkey milk,'' Vanellope gasped. ''Nice work. You really let your inner perv out there didn't you.''

''I guess I did. I don't know what came over me.''

''Apparently two superheroes did.'' She joked.

I rolled my eyes. ''You know what I mean. But we can't tell Ralph about this! Does he even know about your writing?''

''Of course not. He'd have a field day. Anyways it's not like I care, I've already got a great writing partner in you,'' She held up her fist again and I bumped it back with my own.

I have to admit, it was fine to write this. Now I can see what the appeal is behind someone writing fanfic smut with characters. ''So, do you have any more planned?''

''Of course, Marvel has an endless list. By the way, who is your favorite lady? I can do a chapter for you.''

I was about to answer when I suddenly had an idea. ''No.''

She eyed me curiously. ''No?''

''You have to guess.''

''What? There's like hundreds of characters.''

''Then you'll have plenty of options to choose from.''

She glared at me. ''You know, you're not as sweet or innocent as you let on.''

''Neither are you, I guess that's why we work so well together,'' I said and her cocky smile returned.

I stood up until I felt a familiar aching coming from my nether regions. I looked down to see a bulge poking out from underneath my jeans and hurried to cover myself. A story was one thing, but I didn't like the idea of showing myself to Vanellope for real. Although she couldn't help but snicker a bit. ''Wow, you really did get into the story.''

''I probably should have expected this. Um…do you mind if I go to the bathroom to…you know?''

She held up her finger to silence me. ''I have a better idea.'' She reached over to grab a piece of chewing cum and started to nibble on it. At first I was wondering what she was up to, until she took it out and then proceeded to throw it out of the window towards Ariel's back garden.

The next thing I know, I hear Ariel yell. ''Ah, Vanellope! I swear, one of these days…''

Vanellope cupped her hand next to her mouth and called out. ''Don't worry, Anna will be over to save you,'' She then turned to me and winked. ''Go get em, tiger.''

I was rooted to the spot, flabbergasted by her. ''I'm never going to understand you, am I?''

''Nope!''

The sound of Ariel's calls for help brought me back to reality and I rushed out of Vanellope's room and out of the house to assist Ariel.

I'm pretty sure you can guess what follows when Ariel leads me into her house, more specifically her bedroom. At least I can say that my life is never boring.

XXX

A/N: So, what did you think? Something a little different, huh? I wanted to include Marvel heroes but in a mostly realistic setting it would have been difficult, so I went with the idea that they were films and Vanellope and Anna could write stories about them. Now the question is, who do you think Anna's favorite Marvel heroine is?

Also, I am now also releasing this story on AO3 too. So you can read it here and there if you like. Ta-ta for now.