"BEAST BOY!" Raven shouted, levitating in the air with eyes glowing red, chasing the giggling changeling through the Common Room while Starfire watched in disappointment, unsure how to intervene, or whether it would even be the correct thing to do. For his part, despite knowing the destructive capabilities of Raven's vengeance better than anyone, probably, he continued to playfully taunt her as he ran.

"Naaa na na na, na, I saw Raven's panties!" They didn't know exactly when Beast Boy had picked up his irritating 'Naaa na na na, na,' catchphrase, roughly to the same tune as the nursery rhymes 'It's raining, it's pouring' or 'I'm the king of the castle' but he had been chanting it constantly whenever one of his stupid pranks had been successful. Raven turned bright red at his words, whether in embarrassment, or rage, or both. Beast Boy had been especially immature lately in lieu of Robin and Cyborg being called away on an extended mission in Gotham, leaving him the only male in the tower.

Raven's embarrassment hadn't simply been because Beast Boy had seen her underwear; Robin had wisely named her to be the replacement leader in his absence, and although she was perfectly fair in delegating chores, Beast Boy had still grumbled endlessly when he had been assigned laundry duty. Raven should have been suspicious when he stopped grumbling and just got on with it, having wondered if he was finally maturing, respecting her, and showing the responsibility that he should have felt came with his great power. The fact that she had genuinely considered this a possible sequence of events was one of the reasons why she felt so stupid now.

Beast Boy was only supposed to do the general laundry for the team – everyone managed their own unmentionables – but Beast Boy had delved into Raven's things while she wasn't there, recovered a very embarrassing pair of her underwear, and then… tied them to a flagpole atop Titans Tower. It was days before she had noticed; truthfully, she hadn't, it had been Starfire, returning from a morning fly, who noticed the pair and asked Raven why she was displaying her undergarments in such a bold way. Which brought us back to the present.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" she screamed as he ducked beneath the couch. She lifted the entire thing off the ground and aimed a blast of powerful dark magic at the shapeshifter, only for him to prance out of the way as a chipmunk, chittering mischievously as he did so. Running out of patience, Raven coated the entire room in dark magic, leaving him absolutely nowhere to hide. Focussing her energy on the now-frozen boy, she gripped him tightly in her magical grasp and drew him towards her at some speed, grabbing him by the shirt and staring into his soul with four furious red eyes.

"Um… sorry?" Beast Boy mumbled insincerely, big goofy grin still on his face. He had done it now. This was it; this was so far beyond the pale, so utterly inconsiderate, so line-crossing, so deserving of the worst pain that Raven could feasibly imagine, so-

Raven froze in horror as the realisation struck her. The thought only made her even angrier… not that she could show it. Even Beast Boy seemed worried by the horrified look on her face.

"… Beast Boy?" Raven warned quietly. She didn't wait for him to answer before she gripped the front of his jumpsuit even tighter and drew him towards her until there was barely any space between them.

"I need you to understand how incredibly lucky you are. I need you to understand, that I somehow can't put you through the torture you so richly deserve, because you've gone so far, that if I actually tried to take my revenge, I wouldn't be able to hold back, and I would kill you. Or worse," Beast Boy assumed that she was bluffing, but those four red eyes looked very genuine, and very angry.

"I cannot even begin to comprehend how I would make you pay, without leaving you crippled, traumatized, and unable to reproduce." She gripped him tighter. "Which would probably be a benefit to the world, but I'd rather not have to answer any awkward questions when Robin and Cyborg return. So… I ask- no, I demand of you, to accept your good fortune, leave, and to never do something so stupid ever again!"

She dropped him onto the floor of the Common Room, wondering if it would be possible – with meditation – to calm herself down enough to dish out a real punishment that would not leave her teammate permanently maimed.

"So… I'm off the hook?" Beast Boy asked, and Raven had never had to focus so hard on not giving in to her destiny, embracing her role as Trigon's gateway, and destroying the entire world, just because he would be destroyed along with it.

"Yes. For now. So run," Raven reluctantly admitted.

"Awesome!" Beast Boy fist-pumped the air, and then, noticing the nerve bulging out of Raven's forehead, quickly took her advice and fled down the corridor. Or at least, she thought that he had fled, until he poked his head back around the corner and delivered the coup de grâce.

"You know Rae… you're super-hot when you're angry."

Her eyes went completely white as Beast Boy was seized in her magic again and, before he could even scream, was flung out of the nearest Common Room window. She took no pleasure in doling out the punishment, knowing full well that it didn't even begin to approach the retribution that his silly little prank deserved. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, a green eagle soared back in through the broken window, landed on the floor, transformed into a goose, and let out an irritating 'HONK' of success before goose-waddling away down the hall.

"Unbelievable…" Raven rubbed her forehead, wishing that there was a way she could get back at him. Alas, while Beast Boy's intelligence was lacking in several other areas, he seemingly had boundless creativity when it came to mentally torturing his friends. Raven was far less creative, and so her methods of torture far more closely resembled… torture. Which she knew would be frowned upon.

To her relief, the only other person in the Common Room was far less irritating than Beast Boy. "Raven, are you feeling the 'okay'?" Starfire tentatively asked.

Raven continued rubbing her forehead, trying to hold back the headache that she could feel brewing. "Not really Star, not really."

Starfire folded his arms. "I must admit, although I do value his friendship, and I appreciate his efforts to… liven up the tower, to an extent, then Beast Boy's activities lately have been most disruptive." From someone as well-mannered as Starfire, she may as well have just called him an asshole.

"I know Star, I just-" another set of footsteps caused Raven to stop in her tracks, glaring in the direction of the offender.

"Hey, hey!" Beast Boy held his hands up as if surrendering. "I just came back to grab something out of the fridge. I'll be out of your hair for the rest of the day in a second." Raven mumbled some unspeakable curses, and Starfire frowned at the distress that he had caused her best friend, but they left him be as he walked towards the kitchen… and then he also stopped.

"Uh, guys? Do you see that?" He sounded slightly afraid. Raven immediately assumed that it was another stupid prank, but when she looked in the direction that he was indicating, she did indeed see something. On the table nearest the now-broken window, a tiny bug was present, little antennae wiggling as it skittered across.

"That's, um…" Beast Boy waited until they had both seen what he had noticed, but still tripped over his words anyway. "That looks like a tarantula hawk," he could sense Raven looking at him in distrust and confusion. The insect looked nothing like a tarantula, or a hawk. "I mean, they used to be called spider wasps, because that's what they kill. I-I'm not kidding, get away from the table, you do not want to get stung by one of them." He glanced towards Starfire too and gasped, raising a hand to his mouth.

"STAR!" he shouted, "Look out!"

Starfire glanced down and saw another bug – smaller than the one on the table – resting on her shoulder, and could barely react before it zipped across her neck… and darted straight down her shirt, burrowing into her bosom.

"Star!" Beast Boy repeated in a panic. "Your shirt! Quick, take it-"

He didn't need to say any more. Starfire, believing Beast Boy – and having seen the bug with her own eyes – grabbed her shirt by the collar and pulled it forcefully enough to rip the whole thing clean off. As soon as she began to pull, Raven mentally sighed. A series of coincidental events that just so happened to result in Starfire – beautiful and notoriously curvy – having to rip her shirt off in front of a hormonal teenage boy… it all fit together too perfectly. It was another one of Beast Boy's stupid pranks, and she didn't know if she was more furious at him for going back to his old tricks directly after she had warned him to stop, or disappointed in herself for not seeing it coming.

Raven was correct; both of the insects were toys, bought by Beast Boy and programmed to act in the way that they had. Raven would have been surprised at his ability to program a machine to perform such a specific task as 'land on Starfire's shoulder without being detected and then, with perfect timing, hide between her breasts,' but she had quickly learned that Beast Boy's competence – and, as much as she hated to admit it, intelligence – was boosted considerably when mischief was involved. And so, both Beast Boy and Raven could do nothing but watch as Starfire ripped off her shirt, exposing her bra, which struggled to contain the mountainous Tamaranean mammaries that made her the envy of every woman in Jump City.

There was just one thing that neither Beast Boy nor Raven had predicted. Starfire had chosen not to wear a bra that day.

"YEEEEK!" Starfire squealed, tearing off her shirt with such gusto, such fervour, that it was at least another five seconds before her tremendous Tamaranean tits stopped bouncing in the breeze. When they did – Beast Boy staring at her rack in disbelief, Raven glancing from Starfire's bouncing boobs in embarrassment to Beast Boy's gawping face in fury – then Starfire completely ignored her partial nudity and was quick to check her top, finding only… a small, robotic bug. Its arms and legs wiggled jerkily before its machinery was crushed between Starfire's powerful fingers.

"… I do not understand," Starfire declared innocently, making no effort at all to conceal her gigantic breasts as she looked at both of her friends. Raven looked furious for some reason, while Beast Boy's mouth was wide open and he appeared to be drooling. In no time at all, Beast Boy was in the grip of Raven's magic again as her hand gripped his throat.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Raven shrieked like a furious banshee. Her appearance matched the tone.

"Um…" Beast Boy considered for a second, before carefully selecting the answer "Awooga!"

"WHAT. DID. I. JUST. TELL. YOU?" Raven intoned in endless rage. Her eyes weren't just burning red, but burning white, as every emotion of hers felt united in a desire to make him pay. Messing with her was one thing, but now with her best friend?

"B-but Raven," Beast Boy struggled to tear his eyes away from Starfire's ample chest in time to respond, but did so just before she would have disembowelled him. "This… this one was kind of for you."

Raven's eyes narrowed. If this was a bluff, it wasn't going to work. "… What?"

"Well, earlier you… I mean, I just didn't want you to think that I was targeting you specifically, ya know? Didn't want things to feel unfair." Beast Boy explained, sounding genuinely compassionate. The fact that he seemed to sincerely believe that what he was saying made a tangible difference, only made it even more monumentally stupid. He had tricked Raven's best friend into stripping for him… because he didn't want her to feel like he was only pranking her?

Beast Boy dropped onto the floor as Raven regained control of her magic and rubbed her forehead in frustration. She wanted to tear him in two. She wanted to systematically fling him through every window – and wall, and ceiling – in the tower. She wanted to paint the interior of the Common Room with his blood. But most of all, more than anything else… right now, she just wanted him to go away.

"… Get out, Beast Boy," she murmured without looking at him. "Just get out before I kill you."

Knowing full well how painful Raven's wrath could be, Beast Boy obeyed her, but first took a single second to kneel down, as if he was an Olympic athlete preparing to run a race. Before Raven could even ask why, he shot off, running for his life… and at such speed that she would have had trouble catching up to him, which apparently made him feel safe enough to deliver one final taunt as he fled.

"Naaa na na na, na, I saw Starfire's boobies!" he sang down the hall as he ran away again. Raven didn't know whether she was more irritated at his seemingly boundless stupidity, or concerned that her eighteen-year-old teammate still said 'boobies'.

"Raven, why did Beast Boy consider it a prank to cause me to expose my breasts? And what is the meaning of 'Awooga!'?"

Raven did not want to have to explain that concept to Starfire in any more detail than necessary. "Because he's an idiot boy, and idiot boys that idiot age are obsessed with seeing breasts."

Starfire paused. "If he wanted to see them, then why did he not simply ask?"

Raven really did not have to have to explain this. "Because… it's inappropriate. It's not-"

"If he wishes to see my breasts, and if I am in possession of breasts that he wishes to see, then why does he not simply ask me to show them to him?" Starfire shook her head sadly. "This planet's customs still elude me…" And then, to Raven's immense relief, Starfire finally put her ripped shirt back on. Raven hadn't wanted to admit it, but even she sometimes felt jealous of the size of… Raven shook her head, trying not to think about it.

"I suppose," Starfire continued, the zipper on the back of her shirt firmly broken, "that we should be grateful that Beast Boy's pranks are bound to come to a halt next week."

It took Raven a moment to recall what Starfire was referring to, and when she did, it only provided her with the smallest amount of comfort. Yes, Beast Boy surely wouldn't risk any pranks from next week – although for how long that would last was completely out of their control – but not because of any maturity on his part, or learning to respect their boundaries.

It was because Rita was visiting.

Beast Boy had become much more proactive about seeing – and protective of – Rita, AKA Elasti-Girl, following the dissolution of the Doom Patrol some years prior, including the tragic death of Mento. Beast Boy had only heard the details long after they took place, but apparently on one raid of a base belonging to the Brotherhood of Evil, the Brain had found himself on the back foot, and so had triggered a self-destruct mechanism that would have destroyed the entire operation and killed himself, but also the member of the Doom Patrol who had infiltrated the base, unless they retreated, giving the Brain time to cancel the order and flee. And, had any other member of the Doom Patrol found themselves in this scenario, they would have pulled back immediately for the sake of the team. Apparently, the Brain's face had fallen – as much as it was capable of falling – when he saw that it was Mento.

The rest of the team had escaped, but Mento and the Brain died together. Rita knew that Mento would have considered the mission not only a worthy sacrifice, but also a success.

The group had languished in limbo for a few weeks following the death of their leader; a return to normalcy was not on the table for any of its members. Eventually, they agreed to unofficially part ways, but keep in touch in case they ever needed to reform for any reason. Cliff, or Robotman as he had been known, had been afraid to reconnect with his surviving family ever since the accident that had turned him into an automaton, but had taken the plunge, and things were going very well. Larry – Negative Man – had taken a break to visit every location on Earth that had ever caught his interest; and he was a very curious soul. No member of the team ever had to worry about running out of the resources necessary to fund their adventures.

That just left Rita, who had thrown herself into her work. While undoubtedly capable in a fight, Rita often fell into the role of mission control, researching their threats and advising caution against the unfamiliar. Even by herself, she was able to uncover information on several drug-smuggling operations and human-trafficking rings, and provide enough details to the relevant authorities to catch all of the guilty parties and keep them locked away for a very long time.

However, Rita's new life outside of this work was… practically non-existent. She and Beast Boy had reunited at Mento's funeral, and she had been talked into one or two flying visits – never staying for more than an hour or two – over the course of the last few years. Eventually, after much pestering from her surrogate son, she had agreed to set aside an entire week to visit the tower and spend time with him and his friends. Beast Boy didn't mind that Robin and Cyborg were away; it would give him more time to enjoy Rita's company by himself.

Even before Mento's death, Beast Boy had always very clearly been the closest to Rita, more than the rest of the Doom Patrol combined. When Mark and Marie Logan had passed away, Rita stepped in to fill the role of Beast Boy's mother, cooing and fussing and tussling his hair, reading him bedtime stories, and generally treating him as the son that she never had. Until one day, in order to ensure that he couldn't be returned to the custody of his abusive uncle, she had signed the adoption papers with no hesitation, and he really had become her son, legally speaking. And Beast Boy loved his new mother just as much as he had loved Marie, and Rita knew it, and she would never quite be able to express just how much that meant to her. No-one but Beast Boy could have talked her into spending an entire week away from her duties.

Starfire crossed her arms. "I understand that it may be seen by some as crossing a line, but… should we inform his mother of his… mischief? If she were to tell him to stop, then I am certain that he would obey."

Raven considered Starfire's proposal, but was genuinely unsure of how to answer. "… I don't know, Star. You know how Beast Boy gets about Rita." What Raven meant – and it was fully understood – was that Beast Boy absolutely cherished his relationship with Rita. While she may have been his adoptive mother, then for all intents and purposes, he saw her as a member of his family. Even after stealing Raven's underwear and causing Starfire to expose her breasts, interfering with his relationship with his mother did seem a tad questionable, as responses went.

What Raven also meant about Beast Boy's relationship with Rita is that he was still very sheltered, verging on immature – albeit in a drastically different sense than normal – regarding her personal life. On Rita's last flying visit, Starfire had made the mistake of asking her whether, three years after the tragic death of Mento, she had considered seeking a boyfriend. Beast Boy had been present when she asked, and he promptly turned green – well, greener than normal – spat out the food he had been eating, and loudly declared "EW! Star, that's gross! That's my Mom!" as if Starfire had asked something truly disgusting. Rita had used his response as an excuse not to answer the question, or possibly not to ask herself that question.

It was because of this simple, infantile but natural response, that a thought crossed Starfire's mind. And shortly afterwards, she smiled and giggled to herself. It had only been for a moment, but Raven noticed. And that thought would snowball into ruining Beast Boy's life.

"What is it?" Raven asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing," Starfire initially deflected, only continuing when Raven continued to eye her inquisitively. "It was just… well, when Beast Boy took your underwear from the laundry room, for his prank. Imagine if by some mistake, he took Rita's underwear instead!" she giggled again. "He would be most appalled."

Raven couldn't help but imagine the scene – a look of abject horror on Beast Boy's face as he handled his mother's panties – and joined Starfire in laughing at the poetic comeuppance that he faced in this hypothetical. And then, she carried on the thought to its next logical advancement.

"And imagine if one of his stupid robot bugs had crawled into her top instead, and she'd ripped it off. If Beast Boy saw her breasts, he'd probably cover his eyes and start screaming." She chuckled a little more at the image in her head.

"Yes, quite!" Starfire laughed at Raven's suggestion, and then they both went quiet. Not because they had nothing more to say, but because they were both thinking. They were both thinking bigger and badder things, following their train of thought its most dramatic and humiliating conclusion for the boy. When they glanced at each other a few seconds later, guilty excitement on each of their faces, they somehow held a silent conversation solely through the tics of their facial expressions.

"Starfire… this is fun, but we couldn't possibly do anything like this, right?" Raven looked at her best friend with raised eyebrows.

Starfire's expression remained a passive smile. "Well… if no-one is injured, then I do not see what would be so harmful. Besides, I am certain that Beast Boy would never target us with these childish pranks ever again."

Raven wanted to believe that she could be persuaded, but couldn't. "Starfire… if we went as far as I'm thinking, he would never live it down. He would feel humiliated by it for the rest of his life."

"Yes, and?" Starfire's smile remained, only growing. For a moment, Raven felt a tad uneasy at how much Starfire seemed completely on-board with a plan that neither of them had finished making yet, but this moment passed as Raven remembered that… Starfire was her best friend. Starfire was kind, patient, and one of the most loving people she had ever met. Which meant that if even Starfire was in favour of what they were thinking of, then… surely Raven had no reason to feel guilty either? Surely that green brat would deserve it. Raven smiled in a way that would have appeared more at home on the face of Rage, and approached Starfire to whisper huddled communications to her partner in crime.

The discussion only took two minutes, in which time they frequently broke down into fits of giggles and had to pull themselves together. As they encouraged each other to go as far as they wanted, they eventually split the tasks in two. Raven would speak to Beast Boy, and Starfire would need to use her computer. Without both of them doing their fair share, the plan would never succeed, and yet Raven already believed in her heart that it was going to.

She was right.

.

Starfire entered her bedroom in good spirits, sat down at her desk, stretched her arms out above her head, and opened the laptop that Robin had taken painstaking efforts to show her how to use. She had only grasped the basics, but that was all that she required, and in no time at all, her mission was well underway.

Being superheroes, the occupants of Titans Tower could hardly hop onto Facebook if they wanted to stay in touch with their friends, and yet networking and keeping in touch with other heroes – for professional or personal reasons – was something of a necessity, and so a communication network had been set up some years prior that allowed exclusively members of the superhero community to contact each other. Starfire opened up this application, and immediately went searching for the profile of one person in particular.

Aqualad.

Eighteen, like the rest of them, Garth had maintained his dashing good looks, but was finally beginning to turn into a handsome young man, rather than a teenage heartthrob. Even Starfire had to admit to herself that he was very conventionally attractive… albeit not quite her type. Still, she appreciated his good looks; they were integral to her plan, after all.

After just five minutes, Starfire had created a new account whose profile image was Aqualad, sitting practically shirtless – well, wearing a shirt, but it was soaking wet and clung to his chiselled abs – on a beach with a charming smile on his face, shoulder-length black hair framing his boyish good looks. Settling on the username 'JustGarth,' Starfire waited for exactly forty minutes – in which time she gave Silkie a bubble bath, giggling intermittently as she relished in what was to come – so as not to arouse suspicion, and then sent the first private message from her brand-new account, posing as an attractive young Atlantean seeking mentorship… and possibly more.

JustGarth: Hi, is this Elasti-Girl?

RitaFarr: Yes it is, may I ask who is typing?

JustGarth: Yes, so sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Garth, although you may know me as Aqualad.

RitaFarr: Nice to meet you, Aqualad. Is there anything that I can help you with?

JustGarth: Um… not really, I was just…

JustGarth: Sorry.

RitaFarr: No need to apologize, is something the matter?

JustGarth: No, I'm just- I'm sorry, I'm bad at introductions.

JustGarth: I'm sorry for bothering you, I just… don't know many people.

JustGarth: And I've spoken to Beast Boy and he told me how kind and patient you are.

RitaFarr: Oh, a friend of Garfield's? I'd be happy to chat to you then, dearie.

JustGarth: Thank you! That's a huge relief.

RitaFarr: Why's that, hon?

JustGarth: I… don't exactly have a lot of people I can talk to.

JustGarth: I don't want to bother the Titans with my problems.

JustGarth: But I don't really have any other friends, or a mentor to ask for advice.

RitaFarr: Well Garth – is it okay if I call you Garth?

JustGarth: Of course! I would prefer it actually.

RitaFarr: Well Garth, I'd be delighted to talk to you. Feel free to come to me with anything.

JustGarth: … Thank you so much, Elasti-Girl.

JustGarth: That means a lot to me.

JustGarth: :)

RitaFarr: You can call me Rita if you like.

RitaFarr: :)

JustGarth: Thank you then, Rita.

Starfire leaned back in the chair in her bedroom. She may not have understood all of Earth's customs, but she understood emotions better than anyone. And this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Although perhaps 'friendship' wasn't quite the right word.

.

Raven knocked rather forcefully on Beast Boy's door, and thought she heard him drop something inside and mumble a curse word to himself before he shouted "S'OPEN!" Clearly expecting that Raven was in no mood to see him, he didn't even turn to face his visitor as she crossed the threshold into the radioactive wasteland that was Beast Boy's room. As she observed the layout curiously, she noticed that it wasn't that messy, compared to what she had seen before. It seemed that Beast Boy may finally have been maturing, at least in one way.

Having found the comic book that he had dropped – and which had somehow flown under his bed (now a king-size memory foam mattress, having swapped out his bunkbed some years ago) – Beast Boy turned to greet his guest exuberantly. "Hey, what's u-Ulp!" he gulped as Raven stood before him. He knew that she must still be upset over the prank that had left Starfire in just her bra – minus the bra – but he considered his room a safe haven from her vengeance, if only because the idea of her entering it was just so ludicrous.

"I'd like to talk to you," Raven addressed him coldly and professionally, which didn't make Beast Boy any calmer. He was eyeing his windows, wondering which one it would hurt more to be thrown through.

"Um… o-ok…" he stammered, the colour draining from his face. "Well, um, I was actually just about to-"

"Sit down." Raven commanded, with such authority that he immediately did so. Happy to see him obeying orders, and not wanting to spook him too much, she allowed her expression to lighten up just a touch. "It won't take long."

"… Ok," he replied hesitantly, conceding the floor to her. On the outside, as always, she was the picture of dignity and composure, but internally she was worrying that this counter-prank would fall apart at stage one. She needed to be very careful about what she said.

"I'm here to talk about your pranks, Beast Boy."

Beast Boy anxiously shuffled a few centimetres further away from her. "Um… what do y-"

"They're immature and stupid," she interrupted, "And normally I would tell you to just knock it off, but after five years of this nonsense, you have made it abundantly clear that that's just not going to happen. So, I'm here to make a deal with you."

Beast Boy was incredibly suspicious, predicting that this deal would be something along the lines of 'You stop pulling your pranks, and I'll stop throwing you through a different window every morning.' He never would have suspected that Raven's actual deal was so kind… and in the long-run, so cruel.

"Threats don't seem to work, and neither does appealing to your maturity, since you don't have any," she continued, "So I've arrived at my last resort. Bribery."

Beast Boy awkwardly crossed his legs where he was sitting. "What… kind of bribe are we talking about?"

"Just basic things," she lied, reeling him in. "Your stupid comic books and loud video games."

"So…" Beast Boy looked as though he didn't understand, which was usually his default expression when talking to Raven. "How would that work? Like… how would you measure the number of pranks that I didn't pull?"

"I'm happy to operate on a system of trust," she admitted, to his disbelief. "Obviously if you tell me that you didn't pull one hundred pranks in a single day, I'll call BS, and then you're back to getting nothing, and I'm back to throwing you out of windows," she half-joked, half-threatened, having noticed that he kept glancing nervously at the window closest to the bed. Beast Boy shuffled a few more centimetres away, then opened and closed his mouth several times, trying and failing to come up with a question that would adequately explain his confusion.

"Oh, for-" Raven added in exasperation. "I think it might be for the best if I just show you an example. Do you have any future pranks in mind after this morning?"

Beast Boy thought for a moment, not quite sure how to answer. This seemed like an obvious trap.

"Not… really?" he sounded just as unsure of himself as he looked.

"What do you mean 'really'?" Raven sat down next to him on his bed. He felt like he was being interrogated, which was the exact mindset Raven was hoping to put him in; nervous and confused. "Do you have any ideas or not?"

Beast Boy still felt as if he was being forced into a trap. And he was, just a much more long-term trap than he could have ever anticipated. "Um… one, I guess? But it was a stupid one. I wasn't going to do it."

"Alright," Raven said, lightening up. "That's one prank not pulled then. So, I owe you a reward." She approached him, her face still betraying no emotion at all. Beast Boy began to sweat, suspecting more and more that this was a trap. Especially as she came closer and closer to him, leaning forwards until their faces were almost touching. She- she was going to wait until his guard was down and throw him through a wall. She was going to destroy his precious collection of comic books. She would never normally come so close to him; he suddenly felt very exposed, and both of his hands shot over his nether regions, as if expecting her to launch a vicious surprise attack where he was most vulnerable. Raven couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes; as if her revenge plan could ever have been so basic.

Raven closed the gap on her unsuspecting prey, and before Beast Boy had any idea what she was doing, she placed her lips on his own. On the list of things that Beast Boy had been expecting to receive as a reward from Raven, this wasn't even in the top one hundred. For the first five seconds, he couldn't even bring himself to accept that Raven was kissing him; she had probably just lost her temper and murdered him then and there, and… maybe this was heaven? That seemed more plausible to Beast Boy than what was actually happening.

As if she was impatient at his lack of response, Raven lifted a gentle hand to his cheek and stroked it softly as she repositioned her mouth on his, eyes closed and continuing to kiss him in an entirely romantic, non-platonic way. After twenty straight seconds of kissing – Raven had been planning on fifteen, but decided to add another five on at the last minute, for… no reason at all, she told herself – then she slowly broke the lip contact, and tried to smile bashfully. Since Timid was going crazy in Nevermore over what she had just done, she didn't have to try very hard to fake it.

She decided to wait for Beast Boy to speak first upon finally breaking the kiss. She expected that it would probably take him a few seconds to regain his composure after she had surprised him like that. It took him forty-seven.

"Am… Am I dead?" he asked, half-awestruck and half-distraught.

Despite her deception, her smile at his sincere disbelief was entirely genuine. "No Beast Boy, you're not dead." Her eyes flashed red for a second. "But if you steal my panties again, you might be."

Beast Boy gulped, having completely forgotten about his earlier pranks. He had completely forgotten about everything except for the fact that he had just kissed Raven. Or rather, Raven had just kissed him.

Sensing that he would be incapable of further speech for longer than she had anticipated, Raven took the reins. "… So, for every prank you don't pull-" she hesitated, cutting herself off. "In fact, let's just skip that part. How about this; for every day where you don't pull a prank, I will…" she placed her hand tenderly on Beast Boy's thigh. "Make sure that are rewarded for it. Okay?" She smiled again in a seductive way that he had never imagined she was capable of. Dreamed, sure, but never thought possible.

After several more seconds, Beast Boy finally stammered out another sentence. "… Are you sure I'm not dead?"

He genuinely seemed to mean it, and having her kisses compared to heaven flattered Raven enough that she placed another small peck on his lips, before standing up and preparing to take her leave.

"I'll be back again tonight, to give you your reward," she announced, to his confusion.

"… But-" he began, before stopping, realising that giving Raven reasons not to passionately kiss him was quite possibly the most stupid thing that anyone could have ever done in their lives. It was clear to her that what he had intended to ask was whether he was due a reward today, given that she had just kissed him already.

"What happened just now was the example," she calmly explained, "So… if you can go the rest of the day without pulling another prank," Beast Boy suddenly began enthusiastically nodding so hard that he resembled a bobblehead doll, although the perplexed look of confusion on his face remained the whole time.

"Good," Raven announced, stepping away before pausing one last time. "Oh, and Beast Boy?"

She left enough time for him to answer, if he had been capable of answering. He was not.

"You know that if you wanted to see my underwear so badly," Raven pulled up her leotard as her cloak swished out of the way, revealing the wiggling cheeks of the plumpest, fattest, softest, sexiest ass that Beast Boy had ever seen in his life – not that he had ever considered it possible that she would show it off like this – before her cloak swung back, covering the most incredible sight in the world. Raven grinned as an actual puppy-like whine escaped his throat. "Then all you ever needed to do was ask, right?"

And then, giving him no more time to process this information – or anything else that had happened that morning – Raven purposefully strode out, having captured Beast Boy's attention – and possibly his heart – hook, line and sinker. She was satisfied, but also desperate to see how Starfire was doing.

.

By the time the evening arrived, Beast Boy had half-convinced himself that he had hallucinated the entire thing, or that Raven's real punishment for him was to tempt him with the single greatest thing to ever happen in his life, only to reveal that she had been joking. When they ate dinner that evening – him in awkward silence, throwing glances at Raven that she didn't return – then he didn't dream of saying anything. She seemed to be back to normal. Perhaps one of her Emoticlones had seized control of her for a moment? If she wasn't aware of this, then should he make her aware?

He was so caught up in all of the possible reasons why this had to be a trick, that he didn't know how to react when later that evening she phased through his bedroom door and approached him again with a confident smile on her face.

"Oh! Raven, I-I," he stuttered, while she ignored his words, sat down directly on his lap, placed her hands on his shoulders and began to make out with him for the second time that day. His hands flailed awkwardly before coming to a rest by his side… until Raven grabbed them and placed them on her ass, partially exposed by the leotard. He squealed and squeaked into her mouth as her tongue dominated his, reducing his tongue, his mouth and his self into nothing but her plaything. Not that he was complaining.

His one and only complaint was that twenty seconds after the kiss began, Raven broke and stood up almost professionally, curtly nodding at Beast Boy with a sly smile on her face and calmly saying "So… same time tomorrow, then?" And before he could react, she was gone again. He wished that it could have lasted longer, but as soon as he looked down, he realised that it was probably for the best that she had gone, before she could notice the bulge she had caused in his jumpsuit.

This continued for days to come, Beast Boy growing more and more wary and confused as Raven continued to fulfil his fantasies. He wanted to ask if this meant that she was his girlfriend now – or if she would be his girlfriend – but he was too afraid that she would respond negatively, and then perhaps declare that this experiment had been a bad idea. Raven could sense these doubts, and marvelled at the fact that Beast Boy couldn't piece together than an attractive woman going out of her way to go to his room every day to kiss him, sit on his lap, pin him to his bed sometimes, and once, placed his wandering hand directly onto her left boob – he had actually screamed in alarm at that and broken the kiss, although she immediately recaptured his lips – could possibly have been romantically interested in him. But she supposed that didn't matter. What mattered was that she was doing her job, and doing it well.

And so was Starfire.

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JustGarth: Good evening Elasti-Girl!

RitaFarr: Good evening Garth. I can't recall if I told you but you're welcome to call me Rita.

JustGarth: Oh! Yes, you did. Well, good evening Rita. Can I ask you a question?

RitaFarr: Of course you can.

JustGarth: … Sorry.

RitaFarr: ?

JustGarth: It was silly

RitaFarr: It's alright, I won't force you.

RitaFarr: But whatever it is, I'd be happy to hear.

JustGarth: … Sorry, I'm nervous. It's kind of personal.

RitaFarr: Like I said, I won't make you tell me, but I promise not to judge you, Garth.

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: Thank you, Rita.

JustGarth: I'm just a little frustrated lately, and it's embarrassing.

RitaFarr: How so, dear?

JustGarth: It's the anniversary of me breaking up with my girlfriend.

RitaFarr: Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. Were you close?

JustGarth: Honestly? No.

JustGarth: It's the third anniversary, it's been a long time, I'm not even upset about her personally any more.

RitaFarr: Then what's eating at you, sweetie?

JustGarth: It's been three years, and I haven't had a date since.

JustGarth: Not a single one.

RitaFarr: Oh! I find that surprising.

RitaFarr: Handsome young thing like you.

JustGarth: (blushing emoji) Th-thanks!

JustGarth: It's just… my physiology makes it difficult to be in a relationship.

RitaFarr: How so?

JustGarth: It's hard to explain.

JustGarth: I'm not fully Atlantean, but I'm not… not-Atlantean either.

RitaFarr: … Okay.

JustGarth: My durability, and the strength of my body, it's-

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: I wouldn't be able to have a human girlfriend, I don't think.

RitaFarr: Oh, honey.

RitaFarr: I'm so sorry to hear that.

JustGarth: And like, I'm not bitter or anything, I wouldn't swap my powers for the world.

JustGarth: But it's lonely.

RitaFarr: Garth, I completely understand how you're feeling.

RitaFarr: This might come as a surprise, but being made of elastic isn't exactly a big draw on the dating scene.

Starfire couldn't help but smirk as she read this. She had been on earth for a number of years that was still in the single-digits, and even she knew that this was false. She began to wonder if Rita's influence was how Beast Boy had ended up so sexually naïve.

JustGarth: Yeah, sorry for venting.

JustGarth: I was just hoping to find someone who would understand.

RitaFarr: I do, Garth.

RitaFarr: And I'm glad that you shared.

RitaFarr: And for the record, I cannot believe that a young woman on the superhero scene hasn't snapped you up already

JustGarth: (blushing emoji) Th-thanks again!

JustGarth: You don't need to say that though.

RitaFarr: Well it's true.

RitaFarr: You're an incredibly handsome young man.

RitaFarr: Charming and intelligent too!

RitaFarr: In fact… don't tell anyone that I told you this.

JustGarth: ?

RitaFarr: But I heard that my son was rather jealous when his team first met you!

RitaFarr: Apparently all of the girls were swooning!

RitaFarr: Even that Raven!

JustGarth: Really?

JustGarth: I didn't think they'd be interested.

RitaFarr: Don't put yourself down like that, sweetheart.

RitaFarr: You have plenty to offer any single young woman, and I'm sure one of them will realise what a catch you are in no time.

JustGarth: I'm actually blushing; thank you so much!

JustGarth: … Could I ask you something personal?

RitaFarr: Of course.

JustGarth: Well…

JustGarth: How do you balance your superhero life and your romantic life?

RitaFarr: Honestly? I don't LOL

RitaFarr: Don't follow my example.

RitaFarr: I've been off the scene for years, telling myself that it's because Mento passed away.

JustGarth: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring up any painful memories.

RitaFarr: Oh no, don't worry dear, that's my point.

RitaFarr: It's been more than four years now.

RitaFarr: I think I'm just using him as an excuse at this point.

RitaFarr: An excuse not to take risks, to put myself back out there.

RitaFarr: I think I'm a little too old to get back into dating.

JustGarth: Old? You look like you're in your twenties!

RitaFarr: LOL!

RitaFarr: Thank you very much, young man.

RitaFarr: You don't need to say that, but thank you.

JustGarth: Well it's true, I would have guessed that you were twenty-five. You look incredible.

RitaFarr: Oh sweetie, now you're making ME blush!

RitaFarr: And I can promise you this.

RitaFarr: If I was ten years younger, you wouldn't have to worry about getting a girlfriend.

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: I mean, thank you!

RitaFarr: What's wrong?

JustGarth: Nothing, I just-

JustGarth: Ignore me.

RitaFarr: I didn't mean to upset you, honey.

JustGarth: No no, you didn't upset me, just…

JustGarth: …

RitaFarr: Go on, Garth.

JustGarth: I don't know if I should say it.

RitaFarr: Say what?

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: When you said 'if I was ten years younger'.

JustGarth: Well, if you were ten years younger.

JustGarth: And I… didn't have to worry about getting a girlfriend.

JustGarth: And then, suddenly something happened that made you ten years older.

JustGarth: Then… I wouldn't mind that.

JustGarth: At all.

RitaFarr: … Garth.

JustGarth: I'm sorry Rita.

JustGarth: I didn't mean to make things awkward.

RitaFarr: No, Garth, you didn't.

RitaFarr: I'm flattered, honestly!

RitaFarr: For such a handsome young eligible bachelor to be interested in me.

RitaFarr: But… I'm afraid I think I'm just a little too old for you, sweetheart.

JustGarth: I don't.

RitaFarr: (blushing emoji)

JustGarth: B-but obviously, if that's how you feel, then-

JustGarth: I mean, I respect your decision, and I enjoy talking to you so much.

JustGarth: I would never want to throw that away, just because…

RitaFarr: It's okay Garth, I know what you mean.

RitaFarr: And I'm extremely flattered, really!

JustGarth: Well… I'm glad.

JustGarth: Talking to you is…

JustGarth: I don't want to put pressure on you, but I think that talking to you is the highlight of my day.

RitaFarr: Oh, honey. Mine too.

JustGarth: That said… I DO probably have to go to bed soon.

RitaFarr: I was going to say, sweetie.

RitaFarr: Isn't it past your bedtime?

JustGarth: Okay, Mom.

RitaFarr: Ha ha ha ha ha!

RitaFarr: See what I mean about me being too old for you?

JustGarth: … Okay, you've got a point.

JustGarth: What if instead of Mom, I called you Mommy?

RitaFarr: !

RitaFar: GARTH!

JustGarth: Ohmygoodness, I'm so sorry, that just-

RitaFarr: Garth, I am crying with laughter right now.

RitaFarr: That one really caught me off-guard!

JustGarth: Well… I'm always happy to put a smile on your face.

RitaFarr: Goodnight, sweetie.

JustGarth: Goodnight, Rita.

RitaFarr: …

RitaFarr: Mommy hopes you have sweet dreams.

Garth: (blushing emoji) (blushing emoji) (blushing emoji)

RitaFarr: Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to hit send, how I delete-

Starfire triumphantly showed her most recent chat logs to Raven, who enjoyed what she read, but wasn't as certain as Starfire was that they were firmly on the road to success.

"Alright, it is done!" Starfire closed the laptop victoriously.

"Are you sure?" Raven asked doubtfully. "It seems like you've only just laid the groundwork for-"

"Nope!" Starfire interrupted carefully. "Tonight, Rita will find that she cannot stop thinking about Garth, so she will open up the chat and read it again. Only this time, reading about how long it has been since she has been on a date will cause her to also realise that it's been some time since she has masturbated." Raven's cheeks went red as Starfire dropped that bombshell, and carried on with no shame. "She will do so while thinking about Garth, and when she is finished, she will feel remorseful, but also a sense of boldness, as if to say 'Why shouldn't I have a fling with a handsome young man of legal age who is interested in me?' Then, we do not send any messages for two days, and she will realise how much that she has grown to enjoy talking to him, and then we return and apologize for our absence, claim that it was due to superhero activities, and confide in her that while we were away, most of all we missed our evening chats with her."

Raven was astounded – and a little disturbed – that Starfire had predicted the next seventy-two hours of Rita Farr's emotional state with such specificity, but had to admit that Tamaraneans had a phenomenal read on emotions that humans and half-demons just couldn't match. "But, how do we go from there to…" Raven asked, only for Starfire to look at her sweetly, but with a hint of pity.

"Oh, Raven. Once we have reached that point, we are finished! We simply need to arrange a date for a rendezvous at the tower, and I assure you that Elasti-Girl will be expecting – and very accepting of – a casual fling in the dark." Raven wasn't so sure, but Starfire had been one hundred percent correct so far, and decided to trust her friend. Starfire would turn out to have been more than correct.

"How goes your progress, Raven?" Starfire asked innocently. Raven's expression faltered for just a moment, and Starfire's overbearing joy at the upcoming humiliation of Beast Boy was replaced with concern for her friend. Not her green friend, obviously. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no… it's going great," Raven admitted honestly. "It's a lot more fun than I was expecting. And… I was expecting it to be fun, so…" she let the sentence hang in the air. Starfire, as always, was an expert at reading emotions.

"You are worried that once the prank has concluded, there will be no reason for you to continue behaving in this way towards Beast Boy." She deduced, "But there is no reason that you would not be able to continue, correct?"

Raven paused. "Are you kidding? I don't think Beast Boy would…" she trailed off.

"Why not? You know that he is extremely attracted to you. I do not foresee that changing. And…" she raised a hand to her lips to stifle a giggle, "After what he has done, it will not be as if scores of attractive women will be lining up to steal him from you, will they?"

Raven had never been so certain that Starfire did not grasp the depth of the cruelty which they were about to inflict on their friend… but shrugged it off. Everyone else seemed to have gone perfectly for them so far. Why not this? Her doubts assuaged, somewhat, Raven bid Starfire adieu – and good work on those chat logs! – and made her way to Beast Boy's room for his daily reward.

.

For the first time since she had offered Beast Boy the chance to win at life by doing absolutely nothing, he actually had a question for her before the process began. When she phased through his bedroom door as she had grown accustomed to, he jumped in surprise, having been sat patiently on his bed. She smiled; even though she knew full well that he had done nothing but sit on his bed for the last hour, patiently waiting for the best thing in his life right now to show up, her appearance still seemed to make him jump.

"Oh! Raven, you're here. I actually wanted to ask-"

He was cut off immediately as she ignored his question, straddled his thighs once more, and began to make out with him even more passionately than usual, allowing not a single breath to escape his lips as she rubbed her hands all over his body, forcing him back down onto his bed. Running a hand through his hair, she moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his. If it hadn't been for her leotard, and his jumpsuit, then… she smirked as she felt his manhood grow, kissing him harder, faster and stronger, until-

"Alright, that should cover it," she announced casually, standing back up as if she hadn't just started to rock his world and then abruptly stopped. "See you tomorrow."

"Wait!" Beast Boy cried out, grabbing her arm as she turned to leave. She looked back at him, and then at the arm that he was holding in displeasure. He gulped and released her, knowing how much she didn't appreciate being manhandled… well, kind of. For someone who didn't appreciate others laying their hands on her, she had frequently grabbed his hands during their kisses and placed them on her back, her hips, and occasionally on her huge, curvy ass.

"I… wanted to ask you question, that's all," he explained, hoping that he sounded reasonable. She folded her arms impatiently and waited.

"Well, um… I guess the thing that I would like to ask you, is… uh…" he began to sweat even more heavily than their impromptu make-out session had caused him to.

"Are you, like… my girlfriend?" he sounded so hopeful, and yet so afraid. Raven raised an eyebrow and leaned down to address him face to face… which also revealed more of her ample cleavage. Was it his imagination, or had she been wearing tighter leotards recently?

"What makes you think that I want to be your girlfriend?" she replied with a smile. His heart sank at the bluntness of her response and he looked away, trying to hide his devastation.

"R-right. Sorry Rae, I-"

Now she grabbed his arm as she forced him to return her gaze.

"I asked you a question, Beast Boy. Why do you think I want to be your girlfriend? What, just because I-," she climbed back onto his lap, but slowly, more sensually. "-like to come to your room every day and make out with you, even though I don't have to? Or because I-" she kissed him on the lips again between every other word, "enjoy pinning you down, feeling the warmth of your body pressed up so close against mine?" She guided him back into lying down, her breasts pushed up against his chest as she continued to pepper his face with kisses. "Or perhaps because I keep trying to show you that I love the feeling of your hands caressing my thighs," she asked as she did so again, placing them there and forcing him to gently rub her, "No matter how much you keep losing your nerve and taking them away?" he instinctively tried to do so while she was speaking, and she grabbed his wrists and forced him to keep stroking her.

"Now… what part of that makes you think that I want to be your girlfriend?" she whispered in his ear as she trailed kisses from the side of his face, all the way down his neck. She travelled further down his chest, unzipping his jumpsuit from the front and working her way down to his abs, before grinning as she felt how… intensely one part of his body had reacted.

"So… do you think I want to be your girlfriend, Beast Boy?" she asked him sultrily, in a deep, heady voice that gave him butterflies, but also an erection.

"Um… maybe?" he squeaked unsurely. She stared at him in response, both amazed and amused at his naivety.

"… You're lucky you're so cute," she eventually admitted, before beginning a second make-out session, but this one far more intimate than before. Before was tongue-kissing and exploring hands; this was open-mouthed warfare, as her mouth never even gave him a chance to fight back. Her hands slid inside of his jumpsuit, down his back, across his pecs, and down his front; and while he recoiled nervously, she simply smiled and magically seized one of his hands and placed it inside the rear of her leotard. She had forced him into cupping her ass before, but never inside her leotard. As he gasped, she glanced down at her cleavage, wondering if it was worth pulling her top down, before deciding against it… not that it stopped her from forcing one of his hands inside the front of her leotard, leaving it firmly pressed up against her bare breast. He didn't gasp, if only because her mouth dominated him again. This was not a twenty-second reward; Raven spent around seven minutes rolling around with her new toy, coming so close to accomplishing drastic pleasure that she wondered several times if it wasn't worth abandoning her and Starfire's silly plan and just fucking him right here.

And yet… the pleasure that she imagined coursing through her body at Beast Boy's eventual fate was just that much sweeter than what lay before her right now. And so, after showing Beast Boy seven minutes of heaven that he would never forget, she gradually came to a stop; since she had been taking the lead for the entire time, he stopped with her, sweaty and panting and horrified and amazed and ready to burst.

"So… does that answer your question?" She asked. Beast Boy dumbly nodded, still taking deep breaths to recover from the oxygen deprivation of having a wild Raven attached to his mouth for the last seven minutes.

"Good," she smiled. "But that's all for today, I need to get back and-"

"I had one more question," he meekly asked. Once again, Raven folded her arms and waited for him to work up the nerve to ask it.

"Um, well… Rita's arriving tomorrow, and… I wanted to know if, maybe, when I introduced you, then… I could tell her that you were my girlfriend."

Raven's face froze for the first time. This didn't affect her plan in the slightest, but it was nonetheless something that she hadn't considered.

"I mean… I- I just, it would be nice for her to see that I'm doing well. And that I have a… super-hot, awesome girlfriend." He wasn't trying to flatter her, he was just being honest, which made her feel even more flattered. Which was why it was with the slightest bit of remorse that she looked away, and he immediately knew her answer.

"I mean, hey, it's not a big deal if I can't. I mean… I would understand if-"

Raven grabbed Beast Boy's arm roughly and returned her gaze to him, now icy and harsh.

"You would understand if what?" she demanded angrily, knowing the answer to her question already. He hadn't needed to say it. Everything about him made it blindingly obvious.

He would have understood if she had been ashamed of him.

Staring directly into his eyes with a fury that left him afraid to breathe, she delivered a very strange ultimatum.

"Garfield. Logan. If you think that I am ashamed of you, then I will march out of this room right now, find Starfire, drag her back here, and make her watch while I-" she placed a hand on his bulging crotch, but far more possessively than romantically, "-try my hardest to keep from breaking you in two. Understand?" She watched as the blood drained from his face… possibly because it was required somewhere else. "Does that sound like something that I would do if I was ashamed of you?" She paused, then smirked cheekily as realised how much she enjoyed his innocent discomfort. "Is that what you want me to do?"

One part of Beast Boy's body twitched strongly, as if to passionately say 'Yes!' but his heart and brain both said 'No!' Raven was already moving pretty fast for a relationship that he had only officially confirmed today, and while he would have no problem taking her up on such an offer in the future, he wasn't sure if he would have wanted Starfire sitting and watching the entire thing.

"… No," he squeaked.

"Good," Raven smirked, before she felt the doubts regrouping inside of him. The question was obvious; if she wasn't ashamed of him, then why didn't she want his mother to know about them? Raven weighed up her options and decided that there was no harm in letting him know the truth… albeit not the entire truth.

"Beast Boy… if you tell Rita 'Hello, this is my friend and teammate Raven,' then she is going to welcome me, she is going to shake my hand, and she is – hopefully – going to like me." She held up a palm to stop Beast Boy from interrupting to say that he was sure that Rita would like her, no matter what. "But if you tell Rita, 'Hello, this is my girlfriend Raven,' then…" Raven shivered all over. "Rita is going to be looking at me completely different for the whole week. She is going to see me not as her son's friend, but as the devilish harpy trying to steal the heart of the most handsome, special, amazing and perfect young man in the world." Beast Boy blushed at Raven's opinion of Rita's opinion of him; primarily because he knew that it was probably true.

"Everything I say, everything I do, she is going to be analysing whether I am worthy of you. And… I'd rather just meet her first, you know? Maybe if she gets to know me, before she knows that I'm the heartless witch trying to steal her son away, then she might like me better when the news comes out." She squeezed Beast Boy's hand softly, as if to reassure him that she truly meant what she said. He understood.

"… I never thought of it like that," Beast Boy admitted bashfully.

"Of course you didn't," Raven smiled back. "But you probably mean even more to her than she means to you. I mean, wouldn't you be judgemental if you heard that someone was dating her?"

Beast Boy's face fell into a disgusted frown. "Bleh! Ugh, don't even say that," he muttered. "But… point taken, I guess."

Raven kissed him again, softly on the lips. The kind of romantic kiss that could cap off a wedding when the vicar announced 'You may now kiss the bride.' Not that Beast Boy was already daydreaming about that sort of thing. Certainly not. Not at all.

"Well… I need to go, but you should get some sleep," she lightly reprimanded. "After all, you've got a big day tomorrow!" Beast Boy had absolutely no idea how big a day he had tomorrow. Raven did.

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Raven!" Finally, he worked up the courage to initiate a kiss himself, and he pecked her on the lips before she rose from his bed and left him to contemplate on what a crazy few days he had been through. He had no idea at all.

Raven didn't feel guilty as she left, but she did feel as if she ought to have felt a little guilty. And yet, she didn't. It was just like Starfire said; if he wanted, then their relationship could absolutely continue after this, and… despite his heartfelt vulnerabilities, he was still the irritating boy who had stolen her panties and gawped at Starfire's breasts. And besides, nothing she had said in there had been a lie. If tomorrow just so happened to completely destroy him mentally and psychologically, then at least she had given him one last happy memory before it happened.

Nothing was worth stopping what she had planned.

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RitaFarr: Garth, I've been meaning to tell you something.

RitaFarr: I thought a lot about what you said the last time we spoke.

JustGarth: Oh?

RitaFarr: And I ultimately have this to say.

RitaFarr: Both of us are consenting adults, and if we find each other attractive, then there is no reason at all not to… pursue that possibility.

JustGarth: Um… are you serious?

JustGarth: Because if this isn't a joke, this is the best day of my entire life.

RitaFarr: Of course I'm serious. I thought it over, and the truth is that you're a very handsome man, and I find you attractive.

JustGarth: Oh my goodness. Thank you so much – you too! I think you're incredibly attractive.

RitaFarr: So there's no reason at all not for us to explore this and at least… see if it leads to anything.

JustGarth: That would be- oh my God, this is amazing. I can't believe that this is happening

RitaFarr: Calm down dear, I'm only suggesting a date or two.

JustGarth: Yes, but a date with the most beautiful woman in the world!

RItaFarr: … You really are charming, aren't you?

JustGarth: It's easy when it's true.

RitaFarr: … My goodness. Anyway, I'm visiting Titans Tower tomorrow. I'll be there for a week. If you'd like to drop by, then I'd be happy to… explore this with you.

JustGarth: That would be incredible! I'm already looking forward to it.

RitaFarr: Yes, me too dear.

RitaFarr: Just one thing though; I don't think there's any need to advertise this relationship at this time.

RitaFarr: I'm sure my son would have plenty to say about me dating one of his friends, and I'd rather avoid that conversation unless it's absolutely necessary.

JustGarth: Oh, so… you're ashamed of me? :(

RitaFarr: GARTH.

RitaFarr: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

RitaFarr: I want to parade you around, boasting to the world that a sexy young man like YOU wants to be my boyfriend! But-

JustGarth: Oh my God, Rita, I'm so sorry.

JustGarth: That was supposed to be a joke, I know that you wouldn't-

JustGarth: … Sorry.

RitaFarr: … Well.

RitaFarr: That was rather embarrassing for me.

JustGarth: Sorry again.

RitaFarr: Don't worry.

RitaFarr: I'll be sure to think of a way that I can pay you back. ;)

JustGarth: (gulp)

Starfire was already certain that her mission had been completed successfully, but just in case Raven wanted more explicit confirmation, she thought it was best to be thorough.

JustGarth: Um… Rita, I'm sorry again, I have an embarrassing question for you.

RitaFarr: Nothing you ask could ever embarrass me, sweetheart.

JustGarth: Well, you say that, but… um…

JustGarth: I want to apologize if I've misread a signal here, but…

JustGarth: I just want to confirm – without trying to insinuate anything, or pressure you into moving too fast – if it would be a good idea if I were to bring…

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: well, protection.

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: You know, in case…

JustGarth: …

JustGarth: I'm so sorry.

RitaFarr: Garth.

JustGarth: Y-yes?

RitaFarr: That really won't be necessary for our rendezvous.

JustGarth: Oh! Okay, I'm really sorry I asked then, I didn't mean to imply-

RitaFarr: Garth.

JustGarth: Yes?

RitaFarr: It won't be necessary because I'm going to bring the protection ;)

JustGarth: WHAT?

RitaFarr: See you soon, handsome.

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Beast Boy was buzzing. He could barely sit still, and when he did, it was only a matter of seconds before he impatiently began tapping his foot on the floor. He looked at the clock. He looked at his watch. He frowned, comparing his watch to the clock, and determining that they were almost one full entire second apart. That wouldn't do. Why hadn't he noticed this earlier? This clock-watch discrepancy could ruin the day he finally got to see his mother again for the first time in over a year!

Raven found his anxiety a little adorable, darkly humourous given what was planned, and also felt a slight pang of envy. Beast Boy was even more anxious about the arrival of Rita than he had been when he had asked Raven to be his girlfriend. Raven reminded herself that it was petty to be jealous of such things… and also that Beast Boy's opinion may have changed by the end of the day.

"Friend Beast Boy," Starfire tentatively advised, "You seem rather… energized," she said diplomatically. "If you would like to perhaps have a nap, or put on the television, then we would all-"

"Nah, nah…" Beast Boy interrupted, his teeth almost chattering with nerves. "Thanks though, I just… God, it's been so long. I can't wait to see her. I'm just waiting for the door alarm to go off, and I'll go down and help her carry her bags, and after I've brought them up, we'll hug, and-"

Behind them, the door to the Common Room opened, and a beautiful thirtysomething woman with wavy shoulder-length brunette hair and a modest but attractive figure stepped into the room, holding two bags.

"Hello? I'm sorry, the door was open, so I…"

Garfield turned around and gasped. Rita smiled and dropped her bags without a second thought.

"Garfield…"

"MOM!"

He leapt over the sofa, charged towards her mother, who already had her arms outstretched, and he jumped straight into them. She hugged him tightly, swinging him around with a chuckle as he clutched onto her with all of his love.

"Alright Gar, it's nice to see you too," she cooed softly.

"Mom! It's- I have so much to tell you!" He hugged her again, nuzzling his head into her shoulder and taking in her scent. "I've gotten better at cooking, and-and I want to tell you about the time I fought Cinderblock, and- we went into space to visit this planet called Tamaran, and-and-"

"Garfield!" Rita chuckled as she gently put him down. "I'm here all week, you can relax. But first…" her eyes landed on Raven and Starfire. She had met Starfire on a flying visit before, albeit very briefly. "Why don't you reintroduce me to your friends?"

"Oh! Right!" Beast Boy grabbed Rita's hand and practically dragged her over to his two teammates, beaming with pride the whole way. Rita continued to laugh at her son's enthusiasm, finding it strangely sweet.

"This is Starfire, who you've met before," Beast Boy indicated towards his Tamaranean friend.

Rita extended her hand. "Charmed, I'm su-"

"She's super-strong!" continued Beast Boy impatiently, "And super-kind, and she can shoot lasers out of her eyes, and she knows loads of alien recipes, and she loves animals, and-"

"Garfield," Rita cut him off, fondly but firmly, before repeating her offer of a handshake, which Starfire accepted, also watching Beast Boy's excitement, finding it rather cute.

"Ooh!" Beast Boy pulled his mother over to his secret-girlfriend. "And this is Raven. She knows magic, and healing, and she's crazy-smart, she's probably read like a thousand books, and…" he hesitated for a moment, "Actually, Raven is-"

Raven frowned, unsure if he was about to reveal that she was his girlfriend. Sure, it wouldn't interfere with her plans, but she had specifically asked him not to, so it would be rather rude of him to disobey.

"Raven is in charge at the moment, which is for the best, since she's really mature and intelligent, and-"

Raven's features softened as she realised that he had only been bragging about her accomplishments. And, despite what she was about to do, she thought that there was no harm in repaying the favour, for now.

"Ahem!" she cleared her throat quietly, "What Beast Boy is trying to tell you is that I am in charge of all deputy duties, because our leader, Robin, left Beast Boy in charge." Beast Boy blushed as Raven lied for him, and Rita gasped in a way that he struggled to discern was exaggerated or not.

"Garfield! Is that true?" She asked, clearly impressed.

"… Well-" he began, before Rita scooped him up and squeezed him in another motherly hug.

"My son, leading his own hero team…" she laughed with pride, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek before putting him down.

"Mooom…" he whined in embarrassment, wiping the kiss away, blushing in embarrassment. He glanced at Raven and smiled in appreciation. She smiled back, partly in appreciation at him for being so proud of her, and… partly in amusement at what was to come. It wouldn't be long now.

Just a few minutes later, Rita was relaxing on the couch while Beast Boy, true to his word, regaled her with tales of his latest fight with Cinderblock, where due to some quick thinking and creative transformations, he had been able to knock down and subdue the villain all by himself. Rita was so busy feeling such pride and happiness towards her son, that Raven was barely able to catch the glimpses of her scanning the room for another party, as if wondering where a visitor was. Beast Boy was too happy to notice, and Starfire had left the room to bathe Silkie, who Raven knew for a fact did not need to be bathed.

Suddenly, a light on Elasti-Girl's waist flashed red. She let out a sigh of consternation and unclipped a beeper from her uniform. Raven tried not to chuckle at the novelty of Rita being so set in her ways that she carried a beeper.

"Oh, shoot, it's work. Sorry honey," she ruffled Beast Boy's hair, "This will just take a moment."

Raven knew that it wasn't work, as Rita began to frantically type.

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RitaFarr: Hello? Where are you?

JustGarth: So sorry, been held up, minor threat in the South Pacific, has been dealt with.

JustGarth: I should be there in thirty minutes.

JustGarth: Can't wait to meet you, so excited.

RitaFarr: Me too ;)

RitaFarr: Do you know if there's anywhere private in this Tower?

JustGarth: Actually yes, I hope you don't mind, I asked Raven about a spare room.

JustGarth: She said that that there's one right next to her bedroom, fully-furnished.

RitaFarr: That's nice… although all we'll need is a bed ;)

JustGarth: … Oh my God, make that fifteen minutes.

RitaFarr: Don't rush sugar, I can wait.

JustGarth: I actually did want to ask you something.

RitaFarr: Go ahead.

JustGarth: Could you wait in the room and… turn the lights off?

Sitting before her laptop in her room, Starfire held her breath. The entire plan hinged on this one detail.

RitaFarr: Sure can. Any particular reason why?

JustGarth: Just something silly really.

JustGarth: I like the idea of us both… exploring each other in the dark, and then turning the light on when we're finished.

RitaFarr: It does sound kind of sexy when you put it like that…

JustGarth: I'll be there as soon as I can.

RitaFarr: I'll be waiting.

Rita clipped the beeper back onto the waist of her outfit and tried to sound disappointed and mildly exasperated. "I'm so sorry about that; I'll just need an hour to myself. Do you have a spare room at all that I can work in?"

Beast Boy's face fell, but Raven spoke before he could protest that she had only just arrived. "Sure, there's one right next to my room. Want me to take you there now?" Behind her, Starfire re-entered the room, having finished not bathing Silkie.

Rita beamed at the kind young woman. "That would be wonderful, thank you so much." She turned to her surrogate son, "Sorry about this Garfield, I'll be out as soon as I can." There was no indication whatsoever that she secretly hoped that it would be quite some time before she emerged from that room again. She trusted that Garth had inquired as to whether they were soundproof.

Starfire watched, suppressing the urge to giggle, but beaming with pride at her accomplishment. Rita truly did love Garfield with all of her heart, and yet after just a week of communicating with Starfire, she was ditching him – temporarily, of course – for a romantic encounter with a man who Starfire had written into existence. She watched Raven and Rita leave the room, knowing that the next time she saw Rita, the mature woman would be in a very different mood.

Raven walked Rita through corridors of the tower, focussing all of her energy on not giggling. Even Timid seemed to be on board with her plan, if only because "B-B-Beast Boy will be so humiliated after this, that he won't think he has a shot with any other woman, so-so-so he'll be ours forever, right?" Raven didn't care what her reasoning was, as long as she could hold herself together for just a few more minutes. They passed by what looked like the door to Raven's room, and approached another just past it.

"This is the spare room, it's quite well-furnished. There should be a bed and a desk, and an en suite bathroom. It actually used to be my room, before I switched. I hope that it's to your liking."

"Oh, I'm sure that it will be," reassured Rita with a smile as she stepped into the room that would change her life forever. Raven let out a huge breath of relief as the door closed behind her. Several feet away, the door to 'Raven's room' disappeared. It had been an illusion – nothing more than an image on the wall – that Raven had created so that Rita wouldn't know that the spare room didn't exist, and that she had actually just entered Raven's current room. Probably sitting on Raven's bed right now. Waiting.

There was only one part of the prank left to set up.

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Now that Elasti-Girl had finally arrived, the excitement of the morning seemed to have finally caught up with Beast Boy, and he suddenly felt very tired. Retiring to his room, he didn't know if it was worth taking a nap – after all, what if Rita's work took less time than she expected? – and so he was idly playing his silly handheld game again while his brain calmed down. Raven knocked on Beast Boy's bedroom door, and then entered without waiting for an answer. It was unusual for her to even bother to knock, given recent history. He sat up when his sort-of secret girlfriend walked in.

"Oh, hey Raven! It's cool having Rita here, isn't-"

He was used to being interrupted by Raven's kisses, so when she began to tongue-kiss him yet again, open-mouthed as she pinned him to his bed, again, then he was no more alarmed than normal. Which is to say that he was still very much alarmed, but his heart could survive it. Probably.

But there was something different about it this time. With their faces pressed so closely together that he couldn't see, she slipped out of her leotard entirely, leaving her in nothing but cloak, bra and panties. When she placed one of his hands on her ravishing rear, and another on her near-naked chest, he seemed to realise that she was wearing less than normal. He couldn't exactly bring himself to break the kiss – and why would he want to? – but when he realised that his hand was placed on Raven's bra, then he pulled back enough to see the state of undress that she was in, and turned white as a sheet.

Crawling towards him, Raven ignored his stunned reaction. "I want you, Beast Boy. I need you." She captured his lips in another kiss, capturing his hands with her magic and forcing them to caress her body slowly… and thoroughly. Not that he would have complained or refused her, but she wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. The trap had been set, after all.

"You, um… need me?" he asked with the innocence of a virgin. Fittingly so.

"I need your love, Beast Boy," she begged, sounding much more focussed on lust than love, which was proven when she began tugging at his jumpsuit, pulling it down until she could see the base of his-

He whimpered in fright and instinctively covered himself, his pale face quickly turning a crimson shade of red. Raven smiled seductively.

"I'm tired of waiting. And I've been waiting for so long, Beast Boy," she licked her lips as she pinned down her frightened prey once more.

"… But not here." Beast Boy let out a huge sigh of relief, unsure whether he was happy or sad that Raven was not going to take his virginity then and there. She retreated, standing over his bed still in her bra and panties. Beast Boy could cover his crotch all he wanted; he couldn't hide the bulge that was threatening to escape.

"… Then… where?" Beast Boy timidly asked.

"My room. Fifteen minutes. Don't keep me waiting," she smiled. She took in the look of equal parts dread and excitement on his face as she turned making sure that her cloak swished enough to reveal her magnificent ass – and from the back, her panties looked more like a thong as her bulging bubble butt tantalized her boyfriend – as she sauntered away with an extra sway in her hip. Once she reached the door, she turned back to him and whispered an instruction that sounded like a threat.

"I hope you're as good at eating pussy as I think you are," she smirked, phasing back out without another word. She hadn't even put her leotard back on before she left, simply leaving it in a pile on his bedroom floor. He felt the overwhelming urge to pick it up and sniff it as hard as he could, soaking in her scent. But, with fifteen minutes to go… time was short.

Beast Boy desperately booted up his computer and frantically searched for tips that would help his… performance. Despite his teasing of the girls, and his boasting of how "ladies love the ears", then the truth was – and Beast Boy was fairly certain that everyone knew it – he wasn't nearly as experienced in the field of romance as other young adults his age. He hadn't come close to losing his virginity – hadn't even made out with a girl, until Raven had changed that recently – and for this reason, having heard all of the things that Raven had said she wanted to do to him – or things that she expected him to do to her – then he was in a blind panic as he opened up the first search engine he could think of and immediately typed 'about to have sex with beautiful girl please help tips make it good' with various spelling errors and no punctuation.

It took an entire minute for his heart rate to return to normal – or what passed for normal, under the current circumstances – at which point he began searching for things that were no less embarrassing, but at least made sense. 'do girls like it when you touch their boobs?' it depended on the girl, but it would be safe to just play it by ear and see how she reacted when he squeezed or sucked them, not too hard to start with. 'how long should your first time be (sex)' had brought him to a cringe-inducingly encouraging article reassuring him that it was okay to be nervous and that everyone's first time was usually awkward, and that he shouldn't put so much pressure on himself. This did absolutely nothing to help relieve the massive pressure that he felt.

Fingertips trembling, he remembered Raven's specific instruction and typed in 'how to eat pussy'. After a few basic guides that he could have sworn were written by self-confident men who had no idea if they were doing the right thing, but their partners seemed to like it, then he finally found one incredibly explicit blog written by a woman, who in four minutes and thirty-two seconds, completely destroyed any shred of innocence left on the boy's soul. He gulped, trying to remember as much as he could. His first time with Raven was guaranteed to be special for him; it was with Raven, after all. He just wanted to make sure that it was special for her too.

For a moment, he floated the idea of just telling Raven that he wasn't ready. That he needed more time, and that he wasn't comfortable proceeding this quickly. But that idea was drowned out by the fact that Raven, the sexiest and most-beautiful girl in the world – and the most-amazing girlfriend – had asked him to have sex with her. After everything that she had done for him in the last few days… it was the least he could do to try, right? And so, hoping that his superhuman stamina would come in handy – or should he say handsy – Beast Boy made his way, feet shaking all the way, to Raven's bedroom.

Only Raven's bedroom door stood between him and his dreams. He was nervous. He was excited. He was terrified. He was hopeful. He had an overwhelming urge to run as far and as fast in the opposite direction as he could, and not come back until he had figured out the words that he would use to explain to Raven that he was not ready for this. But he doubted honestly that he would ever feel ready for this, which is why he swallowed his nerves, very shakily placed his hand on the door, and stepped inside.

He would later wish that he had trusted his instincts.

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Raven's room was pitch-black for some reason, and the door closed quickly behind him. Trying not to breathe too heavily, Beast Boy fumbled for the light switch, before two strong feminine hands grabbed him by the arms and yanked him over towards Raven's bed. He had no time to protest before soft strawberry lips crashed against his own, and the hands began running through his hair as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Raven had always been the more forward of the two – although Beast Boy hadn't known that until she had started kissing him every day – but it was never clearer than now. Panicking, Beast Boy's hands stayed by his side, unsure of what to do, until Raven grabbed one of his arms and placed it around her back so that he was cupping her ass. It took him a few seconds to realise that she had placed his hand there, and he failed to fight off the instinct to yank it away in fear… so she grabbed his hand again, forced it back, and planted it back on her ass commandingly, refusing to let him get away. There was no reason to be suspicious; it was far from the first time she had done this.

Raven broke the kiss for just a moment, only to begin the more adventurous, open-mouthed kissing that she had started experimenting with recently, that still always had Beast Boy sweating in panic. He swore that he heard her giggle at his inexperience, and her voice sounded slightly different, although it was hard to pay attention to that when Raven's own arm snaked around Beast Boy's backside and gave it a sharp squeeze. He jumped in surprise, unintentionally breaking the kiss, but before he could apologize, her lips captured his again, spinning him around without releasing her grip on his back – or lower – and pushing him roughly onto Raven's bed, collapsing on top of him. Their lips parted ways again as he landed, slightly intimidated by how much Raven was taking the lead, but also grateful that she was.

This time, the kiss didn't resume immediately, and Beast Boy's eyes slowly began to adapt to the darkness… before he heard the sound of a zipper. He stopped paying attention to his eyes as he felt those same two feminine hands grab his own, lift them up, and place them firmly against something. Or rather, two somethings. 'Firmly' had been the operative word. Beast Boy gulped in fear and arousal as he realised that his hands were on Raven's bare breasts, and that she had invited him to feel them. He tried desperately to recall those tips he had read on the internet, and resisted the urge to just ram his head straight into her gorgeous tits and smother himself in them. Instead, he explored them, feeling their curves, gently squeezing, and then leaned up to cover them in kisses. He paused when he reached her nipples; they were clearly hard, and so was he. Nervously dancing around them with his tongue, he gently caressed her tits with his hands and mouth, hoping that he was doing a good job.

"Oh… Gar…" Raven sensually muttered above him. Actually, it had sounded a little bit like 'Garth', but he was more than a little preoccupied at the time, and assumed that he had just misheard. And why would Raven had been moaning someone else's name?

Slightly relieved – although still terrified – Beast Boy continued licking, sucking and gently squeezing Raven's tits all over. Raven moaned softly in contentment, leaning her hips backwards until she paused. He paused too. Her ass had just reversed onto his jumpsuit-covered erection, and he swore that he could hear her smirking, although that smirk quickly because a haughty, confident chuckle, delivered in a tone that he had never heard from Raven before. Her voice was naturally deep, but right now it was a little softer, lighter and more tender. Perhaps Beast Boy would have given it more thought, if he hadn't just heard a very faint 'whoosh', as if something had just moved very quickly. He suddenly felt the exposure of his entire lower body. He had no idea how she had done that.

He heard movement, and his eyes tried to acclimate to the dark, only for something cold and unexpected to touch the tip of his incredibly sensitive cock. He gasped in surprise, only for a warm, reassuring hand to wrap itself around his erection, and that sultry, heady voice whispered "Ssshhh…" as she patiently placed the condom over his beastly weapon. Well, not too patiently; she would much rather have been doing other things, after all.

A second unzipping sound caught Beast Boy's attention; the fact that she had whipped the lower half of his jumpsuit off in one fluid movement could only mean that she was doing this on purpose, allowing him to hear as she undressed herself, soon to press her sweaty, naked body up against his. Having removed her top already – it completely slipped his mind that Raven's clothes did not have zips – the Raven in the dark dropped her remaining clothes in a pile on the floor and resumed straddling his waist with her thick thighs, slowly advancing on her prey.

She moved forwards over his body, and while he was disappointed that her breasts were no longer in licking/squeezing range, the excitement of what was to come more than made up for it. She was straddling his torso now. Then his upper body. She was almost straddling his neck. She moved forwards once more, and he felt her naked body resting on his chin. She was completely exposed, and his tongue was barely centimetres from her… from her…

Trying to calm his beating heart, Beast Boy took a deep breath, and immediately remembered exactly what was in front of him, as the overwhelming scent of pussy flooded his senses. He began to panic, everything he had looked up vanishing from his mind in an instant. Nothing compared to actually being face to face with Raven's wondrous heaven like this. As if sensing his fear, she placed a hand beneath his head and slowly lifted it towards his prize. This was it.

Beast Boy closed his eyes – not that he had been able to see much in the dark anyway – and his lips met her sex. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or intimidated that she already seemed to be soaking wet. He paused in fear, too nervous to begin performing his part, and Raven's hand became slightly more forceful as she pressed his mouth into her cunt. Eyes wide and heart beating out of his chest, Beast Boy panicked, and frantically stuck his tongue out, licking everything within reach. Raven giggled, amused at his enthusiasm, although his technique was rather lacking.

"Slower…" she soothed, coaxing him back ever so slightly before reintroducing him to his new purpose in life. Trying to take things at a steadier pace, he took another pussy-filled deep breath, and then slowly began licking her entrance up and down, trying not to quiver in fear as he did so.

"Mmmm… that's nice," Raven acknowledged in that new, higher voice she had been hiding. Beast Boy continued to lick the entrance of her pussy slowly, before working up the courage to push his tongue further inside, as Raven's moan became higher. He tried his best to savour the taste of her stunning sex; he had been terrified of trying this, but now that he was tongue-deep in her love, he didn't know why; she tasted delicious. He didn't know whether it was actually because of the taste of her sex, or whether it was because it was the taste of Raven's sex, but it was intoxicating in the best way.

He pushed further, penetrating her harder with his tongue as he quickly grew more and more addicted to the taste of her cunt. Raven gasped above him, no longer gently raising his head, but now with both of her hands placed behind it, holding him in place as she began to rhythmically thrust towards his tongue over and over and over, sending it deeper and deeper as she fucked his face. Holding back the urge to come just from the sensation and taste of eating her pussy – he didn't know if Raven would take that as a compliment – Beast Boy intensified his own efforts, trying to make her finish first.

His tongue reached a new depth, and he heard Raven matter "Oh, fuck!" as she stopped thrusting onto him. He made sure to savour every inch of her insides, moving his tongue in tiny circles over her most sensitive spots, until she cried out.

"Don't!" she gasped, releasing him, recoiling and turning away, and Beast Boy immediately began to miss the taste of her pussy. As her heavy breathing grew less-laboured, though no less frantic, she clarified with her voice trembling, "N… not yet. I don't want to come yet." Now Beast Boy was relieved. If she had been worried about coming, then that must have meant that he had brought her close to coming, and from just a minute or two of eating her out? That must have meant that he was doing a good job for his first time, right?

Raven had turned over and was lying on her stomach, and Beast Boy suddenly felt her legs wrapping around his head from behind. Unsure what was happening, Beast Boy felt them bend, slowly bringing his face closer to Raven's body, until in the darkness, he could make out two big, round, perfect sweaty globes. Oh. He had read briefly about this; he knew that some women were also aroused from having their assholes eaten out, but didn't know if Raven was one of them. He didn't know if he would enjoy it, but he was one hundred percent sure that if Raven wanted to try, he would do his best for her.

Swelling with the newfound confidence of having done a good job of eating her pussy, Beast Boy didn't even wait for her legs to finish bringing him closer; he leaned in himself and began peppering the inside of Raven's butt cheeks with several kisses of adoration. He heard Raven chuckle in satisfaction again, whether from having her ass worshipped, or as a result of his submission. Placing both of his hands on her cheeks – God, how could they be so soft and yet so firm? He almost wanted to just bury his face between them and fall asleep – then he cautiously spread them, continuing to pepper her ass with kisses all over, but now working his way steadily closer to her forbidden entrance.

Beast Boy knew better than to take another deep breath so close to Raven's sweaty asshole… he knew better, but he did it anyway, and was surprised by how much he hadn't recoiled or resisted. This had been the one thing that he was the most nervous to try – Raven's ass, while undeniably sexy, was still an ass – but it suddenly felt entirely natural. With no hesitation, Beast Boy lowered his face to Raven's bubble butt, stuck his tongue out again, and began to worship her asshole.

Raven had jumped where she lay as his tongue made contact with her rosebud, and couldn't keep from moaning as he once again began to rotate his tongue in loving little circles, taking in the strong taste of her butthole. He detected the bitterness, the sourness, and the overwhelming taste of her sweat, and yet, he never found it anything but intoxicating, his lips sealing around her asshole as his tongue penetrated even further. Raven gasped as he met with resistance, but then forced his tongue to plunge inside of her spicy asshole, once again savouring the taste of the woman he loved.

"Oh, fuck! You're gonna make me come anyway…" Raven whispered above him. It had been the least so far that she had sounded like her, but he was too busy eating her magnificent ass to notice, or care. If it made Raven happy, he would eat her ass every day until the end of time. Truly, in his eighteen years on this planet, this had been the greatest day of his life; and this possibly the greatest moment. He hoped that he would never forget it, and… his wish was granted.

The door burst open and the lights turned on.

For a moment, Beast Boy didn't notice the obvious. He was so absorbed in eating Raven's ass that he didn't understand why, in the light, with his face pressed so deeply against her butt that it was all he could see… that it was bright pink, and not the pale grey colour of Raven's skin. That thought completely slipped his mind in favour of another thought; since he was already so aroused, and since he had expected to be going down on his maybe-girlfriend – even now, he still wasn't quite sure – then upon seeing the curvaceous form before him, he concluded that he had no idea why Raven's ass was a totally different colour than he had expected… but it was still the sexiest, most-perfect butt in the entire world. He liked eating ass, he decided. As long as it was Raven's. He leaned forwards, tongue still outstretched, and-

"BEAST BOY!" Raven gasped from the doorway in mock horror.

It was only then that Beast Boy realised… that this wasn't Raven's ass. But… if it wasn't Raven, then who was it? This beautiful ass was closer to Starfire's skin tone, but it wasn't a perfect match. But if it hadn't been Raven or Starfire, then who else could it have been? And why was Beast Boy pondering this when he could have just lifted his head out of the gorgeous ass his tongue was still pressed up against the butthole of, and looked-

At…

Peeking back to see who exactly had been satisfying her, and with a face just as sweaty as his, her luscious brunette hair cascading down her shoulders – which were just as naked as the rest of her, to his horror – Beast Boy made eye contact with the woman whose pussy he had just eaten out, and whose ass his tongue was currently inside of. She looked almost as horrified as he did, but not quite. He doubted that anyone in the history of the world had ever been as horrified as he felt at that moment.

"GARFIELD?" Rita shouted.

"MOM?" he shouted back. Unable to maintain his gaze for any more than a second, he glanced back down, and then immediately recoiled in absolute horror at the sight of what he now knew was his mother's naked ass. The fact that three seconds prior, he had considered it the sexiest ass in the world only made him feel more disgusted with himself.

"Wh- what the hell are you doing?!" Rita screamed, scrambling to her feet – unintentionally (for both sides) giving him another glimpse of her pussy, which in the light of Raven's room looked just as soaking as it had felt on his tongue – as she grabbed the uniform that she had taken off and desperately tried to cover herself with it.

Beast Boy couldn't even answer, because his mouth was immediately covered by a bubble of dark magic. It also forced his tongue to return to his mouth, where Raven's magic prevented him from even gagging as the full taste of his mom's sweaty asshole was committed to memory, whether he liked it or not.

"Um… I might be able to answer that," Raven said on his behalf, doing a terrific job of feigning embarrassment at having just walked in on Beast Boy eating out his mom's ass. She had been holding a laptop when she burst into the room, and she opened it in Rita's direction. "I… I'm so sorry, Rita."

The laptop showed page after page of chat logs. Chat logs of a handsome young half-Atlantean striking up a conversation with an older – albeit definitely not old – woman, who had been charmed by his words, his sincerity, and… his attraction to her. "I went into Beast Boy's room to fetch a book that he borrowed, and I-I didn't mean to snoop, but he left this open. I… didn't want to believe that he was actually trying to…" Raven trailed off in another world-class display of acting. The profile picture on the screen and the display name were as clear as day to Rita. JustGarth.

"A-and I didn't mean to," Raven awkwardly stuttered – in reality, trying to suppress her laughter, which she was fortunately successful at – before Rita could even voice her shock, "But I saw his search history too." She fiddled with the keys and brought it up, and Rita's face turned bright red; the only reason the last few minutes hadn't done so is that she was still in so much shock that she hadn't quite accepted what had happened. But there it was, her son's search history. 'how to play with a girl's boobs,' questions about his first time, and of course, 'how to eat pussy.'

In reality, Raven had been surprised to see Beast Boy's search history, and somewhat charmed to realise that he had genuinely put effort into trying to make what he thought was their first time into something especially enjoyable for her – most men, from what she understood of them, would have just counted themselves lucky and focussed entirely on their own pleasure – but while she was pleasantly surprised by how thoughtful he had been, it had not been enough for her not to immediately use it in her plot to make it look like he had been planning to fuck his Mom. The chat logs had been especially easy to transfer to his computer.

Beast Boy would have protested, but every part of his brain was stuck on the realisation of what had actually just happened. Raven placed his hands on her breasts, encouraging him to play with them, which he did, erection growing as he squeezed and kissed her gorgeous boobs. Rita placed his hands on her breasts, and he covered them in kisses while his cock throbbed. He nervously licked Raven's pussy up and down, enjoying the heavenly taste, and eventually doing such a good job that she had asked him to stop before she could climax too soon. He licked Rita's pussy, enjoying the… and doing so well that she almost climaxed all over her son's face. He plunged his tongue between Raven's beautiful cheeks, savouring the flavour of her butthole. He stuck his tongue into Rita's

He said nothing – could say nothing – as a few broken tears ran down his face. Even after what she believed he had done, the sight of Garfield crying – even if she believed that it was only because he had gotten caught – caused Rita's heart to twinge in sympathy, before she recalled exactly what he had done.

"… Oh, I-I have to-" Rita turned and fled, too embarrassed – and to Beast Boy's horror, still very bare-assed – to even apologize to Raven as she barged past her and hastily left the room.

As soon as Rita was gone, Raven removed the bubble from Beast Boy's head, and she also removed the fake looks of concern and outrage from her face. While Beast Boy stared at the floor, his hands, and eventually Raven herself in a mixture of confusion, denial, disgust and outright horror, Raven only had a single expression on her face. Victory.

"Now that's what I call a prank," she grinned triumphantly, watching as Beast Boy's face somehow fell even further. He had stolen her panties and tried to ogle Starfire in her bra. She had tricked him into eating out his Mom's butthole. No-one could deny that when Raven declared war, she struck first, and she struck hard.

"I should have brought a camera. I knew I should have brought a camera for this…" she chuckled to herself. "I was expecting some kissing, maybe for you to get under her bra… I mean, I had considered the possibility that you might have gone further," she lied, having been pushing for this exact situation from the beginning. Hadn't she even whispered to him just an hour ago "I hope you're as good at eating pussy as I think you are."? "But to go this far? I'm in awe, seriously." She folded her arms. "So… how did her butthole taste?"

The colour and the blood had drained from Beast Boy's face as he tried to reconcile what had just transpired with the horrible words that Raven was saying. He couldn't possibly have just eaten out his Mom, because… he just couldn't have. But then why was Raven saying that he had? And why had Rita just been here? And why had he forced his tongue inside of Raven's butthole – he was sure it was Raven's – only for her to… somehow switch places with his mother?

"Like I said, my only regret is that I didn't have a camera," she couldn't contain her mirth as she recalled his expression. "You don't have to believe me, but let me tell you, you looked so happy with your tongue up your Mom's ass. I don't think I've ever seen you smile that much. You must have really enjoyed it; the taste, her moaning, the sweat running down her crack… and don't feel like you were having all of the fun. I saw her face too, and she was ecstatic at how you were doing. Another minute and she would have come." She chuckled again as if casually hearing a funny joke. "You were so close to finding out what your Mommy's come tasted like."

Beast Boy didn't think that there had been any colour left to drain from his face, but apparently he was wrong, because it did, and Raven noticed, and to his dismay, immediately understood what it meant.

"Oh. My. God! You ate her pussy too?!" Raven collapsed into sadistic giggles. "Wow, and let me guess; she was soaking wet?" Raven was right on both counts. Beast Boy felt as if he was going to be sick. Or rather, he wanted to feel as if he was going to be sick – that seemed like the appropriate response to discovering that he had eaten out his Mom's ass and pussy – and yet, he didn't. Possibly because his brain was continuing to refuse to accept what it was beginning to dawn on him had just very clearly happened.

"I know that you probably think that I'm being cruel," she covered her mouth with her hand, giggling cruelly, "But I think there's one thing that you're forgetting, Beast Boy." She folded her arms with a sarcastic smirk of entitlement, as if expecting thanks. "Imagine for one second that I didn't come into the room. That I had waited another minute. What then, hmm?"

He wanted to block out her voice, but his brain was so horrified by the image of his mother's asshole that it was desperate to cling to anything else, and so it latched onto her query without thinking… and immediately regretted it.

Raven walked forwards and placed a dominating hand onto Beast Boy's testicles, causing him to yelp as he flinched. That had just been for fun, but now she placed her hand on the base of his condom-wrapped cock. Beast Boy had been too stunned for his brain to tell his penis to go down; not that it would have listened. The only part of his body that did not realise how fucked he was, was ironically the only part of his body physically prepared to be fucked.

"You would've made Mommy come nice and hard, and then Mommy would have wanted you to come, so she would have let you stick your nasty little cock," Raven was stroking him, hard, while she taunted him, "right inside of her soaking pussy, and you would have thrust and thrust and thrust until you lost control, and came all over Mommy's-"

Beast Boy let out a whimper as he began to sob in defeat, not helped by the fact that his cock erupted in Raven's hand. Spraying out a thick stream of come at such force that the poor condom never had a chance; it broke immediately, covering Raven's hand, arm, and one of her legs in hot, sticky semen. It was the first time a woman had ever made Beast Boy come. And while the goal had been scored by Raven, the assist had come from his own mother. He wanted to be sick.

Releasing his cock as it pumped one or two more loads out onto Raven's hand, and then her bedroom floor, Raven smiled as she watched it finally begin to soften. "Wow Beast Boy. Talk about a lucky escape. If that happened while you were fucking Rita, you might have just gotten your Mommy pregnant."

He gasped. His body recoiled. His cock… twitched? And began to harden again?

Raven knew that Rita Farr wasn't literally Beast Boy's mother – as much as she relished in the embarrassment that she was causing him, she never would have tricked him into doing this with an actual blood relative – but she also knew firsthand that he saw her as one. And so, rather than more accurately calling Rita his surrogate mother, adoptive mother, practically his mother, etc, she watched in sadistic glee as she constantly used the words mother, Mom, Mommy, just to reinforce to Beast Boy's fragile mental state that yes, he had just tongue-fucked the woman who he saw as his mother, and he had enjoyed it. "Looks like you were trying to make your Mommy into a Mommy again."

"S-S-STOP!" Beast Boy cried out, clearly distraught. And though it seemed unlikely, Raven obeyed. The gloating had been fun, but it was nothing compared to the prank itself, which had served its purpose. Raven knew right then and there that Beast Boy would never try to prank anyone ever again; because if he did, his mind would recall the time he had gotten an erection from unknowingly sticking his tongue straight into his mother's massive ass, penetrating Rita's rosebud, and overwhelmingly enjoying the sensation of doing so. To say that Beast Boy looked like he wanted to cry would be an understatement.

"… Was it all a lie?" Beast Boy finally found his voice. It was the first thing he had said since Raven had revealed the truth, and he sounded so pathetically weak and broken. Understandable really, and Raven was tempted to twist the knife, but… her prank had succeeded. There was no need.

"Initially, yes. It was just to get you in here. But… I have to admit, over the last few weeks, I've grown used to having you around. Kissing you. Being your secret girlfriend," she admitted it so casually that if Beast Boy hadn't been so preoccupied with everything else that he may have noticed that she must have really, genuinely liked him by now. Which would really only make her actions worse. "So it didn't end as a lie. I'm happy to keep being your girlfriend." Raven didn't even bother to ask if he was still willing to be her boyfriend. To her, the answer to that question was obviously yes; after all, what other woman would be willing to take a risk on a perverted green elf who had schemed to stick his tongue inside his own mother's asshole?

She tittered to herself, "Just don't expect me to kiss you on the lips any time soon," she smirked. "I'll give it a few days for the taste of your Mom's ass to fade."

Beast Boy honestly didn't know which possibility was worse; that Raven could have done all of this, even faking a budding relationship with him, solely for the sake of redefining the very concept of humiliation by tricking him into going down on his mother – and enjoying it – AND convincing her that it had been his idea… or that she had grown attached to him, sincerely wanted to continue being his girlfriend, and had still gone through with it. It was hard to tell, especially when neither of these possibilities – horrible though they were – even approached the level of instant trauma that he had felt when the lights had turned on and he had seen whose ass he was eating. Whose ass he had enjoyed eating.

"… Anyway, I'll leave you here to… think about what you've done," Raven announced. "Sorry that I interrupted when I did; you seemed to really be enjoying yourself." It wasn't the taunt that hurt. It was the fact that, up until Raven had made her presence known… Beast Boy had been enjoying himself. Raven hadn't just tricked him into going down on his adoptive mother; she had tricked him into loving it, which only made him feel more confused, disgusted, aroused and terrified in retrospect. And with that, Raven turned on her heels and walked away as if she hadn't just done one of the most psychotic things he could think of.

Raven paused for a moment, then returned, leaning in close to whisper in Beast Boy's ear.

"Naaa na na na, na!" she taunted in the same childish singsong voice that he had used to boast about his pranks, "You just ate out your Mom's butthole."

Every part of Beast Boy's body had been frozen in shock ever since the revelation, except for his erection, which had throbbed stronger than ever, briefly subsided, and was now back again already. And even though he had only just come, when Raven capitalized on his horror by grabbing at his groin again, and giving it a sharp squeeze, then not even he knew it was very early pre-cum or the very late aftermath of the mess that he had left in her hands. It only grew stronger when Raven raised her hand to her lips and, in full view of him, sampled the taste. She seemed to find it satisfactory.

Beast Boy wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to be sick. His brain had all but shut down because he simply couldn't fathom how he was supposed to respond. And so, he simply fell to his knees in stunned, horrified silence, while Raven strutted out of the door with the same smug grin on her face.

Beast Boy remained on his knees for the next ten minutes, unmoving, barely breathing, simultaneously replaying every moment that had led up to this, while desperately trying not to replay every moment that had led up to this. There had to be a clue that he had missed, a moment that would prove that while this was a most devious prank by Raven… there was no way that it had been as devious as it appeared. He clung to the idea that Raven and Rita were in on it together – although that was a whole other kind of terrifying – and that it had somehow been Raven that he had been doing those things to. But… when the light had turned on… his tongue had been fully inside of-

He couldn't deny it. He had eaten out his mother's pussy and tongued her spicy butthole. And he had loved it.

Beast Boy remained on his knees, too exhausted, stunned and disgusted at himself to even weep. He simply remained for moment, before keeling over forwards, his face colliding with Raven's bed.

Splat

He froze, recognizing that something warm and sticky was on his face. For the briefest of moments, he welcomed the distraction from what he had done, before realising what it most likely was. Raising his head again, he noticed the spot where he had landed. It had been directly beneath- no, he didn't want to think about that, but it was too late. An image flashed in his head of Rita, kneeling half-naked with her bare ass in his eager face, trying to keep from coming as her wet pussy stained Raven's mattress. He didn't know what disgusted him more; the image, or the very real stains that were now on his face.

Beast Boy charged into Raven's bathroom like a man possessed, and immediately turned on the taps and began splashing water into his face. He tried to hold his nose – he did not need to be reminded that he now recognized the scent – and so absentmindedly opened his mouth slightly to breathe in, only for some of the cold water, mixed with his mother's juices, to drip inside. He paused, horrified, and began trying to spit up in the sink as well. He was there for a few minutes, trying to scrub the scent of his mother's sex off of his face and out of his mouth. He didn't quite succeed at either.

Eventually, exhausted, Beast Boy idly reached out towards Raven's towel rack and grabbed something soft. Eyes closed, he slowly tried to dry his face. It took a few seconds for him to realise that whatever he'd grabbed was too small, and also hadn't been that dry to begin with. However, he had no time to reflect on this, as the bathroom door opened next to him.

He turned just in time to see Rita, bashfully returning for some reason, and they locked eyes awkwardly. Beast Boy was still utterly humiliated and disgusted at what he had done, but he knew that one-on-one, he could at least hold a conversation with his mother and hopefully convince her of the truth. Rita looked at Beast Boy in surprise, and then very suddenly in further disappointment and disgust, slamming the door shut and leaving again without saying a word, leaving a very confused Beast Boy. He didn't mind the feeling; confusion was preferable to remembering that he had tongue-fucked his mother's ass.

Glancing down at the 'towel', Beast Boy realised why she had left again so suddenly, and why she had come back in the first place.

He hadn't considered it strange at the time because there were so many other things to be concerned about, but when Beast Boy had entered Raven's room in the dark, at no point during the… experience – Beast Boy swore he could feel the Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder developing as he recalled anything about it – had Rita removed anything except for unzipping the front of her suit, and the back of her skirt. But he had also – he gagged at the reminder – eaten out her pussy. Which could only mean…

Beast Boy stared in horror at the pair of his mother's panties that she had left in Raven's bathroom. They had been utterly soaking before he had wiped his face on them, presumably because she had spent all day waiting for the fucking of a lifetime. And she had just walked into Raven's bathroom and seen him wiping his face on them. Her spoilt, pussy-smelling, come-stained panties. He felt as though he was going to be sick.

"MOM, WAIT!" he choked out, trying to follow, but while trying to clean his face, he had splashed so much water around that the floor was quite slippery, and he fell immediately. He was in no rush whatsoever to get up, partly because he recognized that he had been so thoroughly defeated by Raven's machinations, but mostly because getting up would involve confirming what he was already almost certain of; that he had landed, face-first and open-mouthed, since he was about to shout in alarm, on top of his mother's soaking wet panties. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he could identify them from the taste. It was the same taste he had thought was delicious when he believed he was going down on Raven's cunt, not his mother's.

So defeated was Beast Boy that he stayed there, face-down in his mom's wet panties, for the next half an hour. It wasn't until Raven returned to her room and opened the bathroom door that he even looked up, which he did so idly, and was suddenly afraid again when he saw who it was. Raven giggled, then saw what Beast Boy had been lying face-down on, and grinned very happily.

"Oh, wow Beast Boy. I didn't think that you were going to admit that you liked the smell of her pussy this fast."

He opened his mouth to protest, and with a flick of her hand, the wet underwear magically flew into his mouth, which Raven then shut. He grimaced as he realised that he could not just taste, but identify the flavour of the sweat from his mother's ass and pussy.

"Anyway, get out. Go sulk in your room… or jerk off over your Mom's panties, I don't care." Beast Boy once again tried to protest, spitting the underwear out in disgust in the process, but before he could say a word, he had fallen through a portal and landed on his bed.

"Don't forget these!" Raven chimed in, as Rita's soggy underwear landed on his face again with a soft splat. The portal closed behind him. This time he could find the energy to move, and threw the disgusting underwear into the corner of his room… but that was about all the energy he could muster. Lying down on his bed, he closed his eyes and tried to pretend that this had all been a bad dream. The sole silver lining in this fucked up mess was that he didn't have to worry about having any nightmares; he was already living one.

.

Beast Boy's attempt to sleep off the trauma he had just experienced was, as expected, not successful. His brain would not stop running through worst-case scenarios; and there were a lot of them. He didn't know who he was more scared to face; Rita or Raven. Rita was… well, he wondered if his relationship with her had been ruined forever. He wondered if he would even want it to be fixed now that he knew what she tasted like. And as for Raven… there was a time when having her as a girlfriend would have made him the happiest man in the world. That was before he found out that her idea of a prank was to trick him into eating his mother's asshole.

When he did nod off, he would awaken again within fifteen to twenty minutes. Still, not wanting to face the outside world, he stayed in bed until it was dark, and then stayed some more. He didn't know if he ever wanted to exit his room again. Had Starfire known? Could he confide in her? Would she be as horrified as him, or would she find it amusing; or worse, arousing? Starfire was Raven's best friend after all. If she knew what Raven was planning, and was okay with it, then… did he truly have a friend in the tower?

He tried to keep his eyes closed, but images of Rita's ass, the memory of the taste of her pussy, the sight of Raven's sadistic grin; all of these things flashed through his mind over and over. With his eyes open, it wasn't much better; sometimes it felt as though Rita was standing right there, looking down at him, judging him. After waking once with a start, this feeling felt stronger than normal, and when moonlight reflected in through his bedroom window, Beast Boy tilted his head for a second and blinked a few times.

Rita was standing right there, looking down at him.

Before he could even attempt to speak – not that he was sure what he could possibly say – Rita's elastic left arm shot out and surrounded his mouth. It seemed that she wasn't in the mood for listening.

"We need to talk," she announced, which felt like a bit of an understatement. Beast Boy struggled beneath her arm; it was hard to talk when she was preventing him from speaking. "Actually… I think I just need to talk, and I would appreciate it if you just listened… Garfield," she couldn't bring herself to call him 'son', which was both understandable, but also made him feel devastated, even though he could hardly bring himself to call her his mother right now either. He continued to struggle.

"… Garfield, I don't want this to sound rude, but honestly, I don't think that there's anything that you could say right now that would…" she closed her eyes and shook her head sadly. "I mean, seducing your own mother? By deception?" Beast Boy tried even harder to speak, to tell her that he hadn't, but her grip was firm. "Instead… I'm just going to tell you all of the reasons why I'm upset at you. Upset that you did this, upset that you didn't tell me… all of it." Rita took a deep breath and began.

"First of all, and most obviously… I'm upset because you're my son. Adopted, sure, and I know we don't share blood, but… I've raised you since you were a little boy of just seven years old. And that upsets me because…" she sniffed, "I was probably always going to see you as a little boy. But you're not. You're a little man now," she smiled sadly, almost a hint of pride. "And while my little boy liked bedtime stories and nature shows, my little man…" she stiffened considerably, "likes playing with tits, and eating ass, apparently."

Beast Boy tried to protested through Rita's arm, but to no avail. "But that's not your fault, I suppose. That's only natural. It's a part of growing up that I just have to accept." Rita did not sound happy to accept it, but Beast Boy supposed that there were several other reasons for her to not sound happy at this time.

"Second, and probably most importantly, I'm upset that you didn't just tell me about this." She looked at Beast Boy in disappointment and exasperation that made him feel so rotten that he almost forgot that he had quite literally not done what she was accusing him of. "I understand that it would have been an awkward conversation, but I thought that we trusted each other with things like this. I… can't honestly say that I know how I would have liked you to start that conversation – 'Hello mother, I think that I am sexually attracted to you,' – but anything would have been better than-"

Beast Boy desperately tried to speak, to clear the matter up, but her arm remained firmly over his mouth. He would have transformed to escape her grasp, but transformations required focus, and he had been utterly unable to focus ever since Raven had turned the lights on in her room and… Beast Boy stopped, shuddered, and tried to suppress the knowledge that upon first seeing Rita's naked ass in the light of day, he had thought that it was perfect. But that had been before he knew that it was Rita's and not Raven's.

"I know, I know," Rita tried to reassure her adopted son, "It couldn't have been easy harbouring those feelings and not knowing what to do about them… but what you did end up doing was not okay! And you must have known that when you did it, and that's why I'm disappointed in you," she confessed sadly. A tear ran down Beast Boy's face which Rita assumed was from guilt; he was actually just horrified that he hadn't yet been able to explain what had happened… not that he was completely sure himself.

"And that brings me onto the third reason. Springing this entire thing on me so dramatically, with no time to process it. My God Garfield, do you have any idea what that feels like?" Beast Boy knew exactly what that felt like, but was unable to say so. "If I had known earlier, then I could have… thought things through, processed all of this. Instead, it all hit me at once. You no longer see me as your mother, and you're sexually attracted to me, and you're willing to go as far as lying, AND you're-" she paused, not wanting to admit the last bit. The last surprise that he had sprung on her was that he had a natural talent for eating pussy that she had never encountered in her life before.

Therein lay the irony. If Rita had been informed in advance of Beast Boy's non-existent feelings for her, then she would have been shocked, but accepted it, and taken time to weigh up every possible facet of the situation. She would have then concluded – as expected – that she would comfort Beast Boy about those sexual urges and apologetically inform him that she did not consider it appropriate in any context to even consider returning them. Under any other circumstances, that would have been the only conclusion she could have possibly reached.

And yet, even without having downed a bottle and a half of wine in the immediate aftermath, to deal with the fact that her son had apparently wanted to fuck her – not that this had helped her judgement – then having everything sprung on her at once had clouded her mind. She was furious and disappointed, but she also pitied the poor boy for his rather pathetic decisions, and that pity quickly turned into worry that she was being too harsh on him. She immediately knew that obviously she could never even entertain the notion of returning those feelings… but was that her being too harsh on him, failing to consider his point of view? And to top off the conflicting problems that had arisen all at once, there was the uncomfortable but persistent thought in the back of her mind. It wasn't just Beast Boy who had been enjoying himself under the pretense that the pussy he was eating was Raven's; Rita had travelled to Titans Tower with years of pent-up sexual frustration following the death of her partner several years ago – in which time she had been on zero dates and encountered zero potential matches – and had been expecting a romantic rendezvous with a gorgeous Atlantean. And within minutes of their encounter getting underway, she had already had to stop him from eating her pussy because he was going to make her come too fast.

All of these led Rita to making the one decision that she never would have normally made. "… I can't say that I see where you're coming from, Garfield, but… I suppose there's no harm in finding out."

He didn't understand what she meant, or perhaps he just didn't want to. "After all, it is a mother's duty to help make her son's dreams come true, no matter what those dreams are." His eyes widened in horror as he slowly began to comprehend the depth of her misunderstanding. "And if you were desperate enough to go this far, and do so many stupid, stupid things… I may as well give you what you wanted."

Beast Boy heard the sound of a zip unzipping and thrashed around desperately under Rita's arm, finally wrenching it clear from his mouth. "NO, MOM, DON'T-" he managed before her elastic arm broadened and wrapped around his face again, now covering him from nose to mouth. Try as he might, he just couldn't escape; not that he didn't keep trying… until he heard the soft 'flump' of Rita's outfit hitting the floor.

He didn't want to look – refused to look – as Rita stood naked over him, but eventually she got tired of waiting, and the arm that was twisted around his mouth tightened a little and forced him to move his head upwards. He kept his eyes shut for as long as he could, before sneaking a tiny peek in the misguided hope that his suspicions were somehow mistaken.

He had not been mistaken.

Rita Farr's luxurious brown hair trailed down her back and stopped halfway between her shoulders and her peach-perfect ass. Beast Boy recoiled in horror as she took a step backwards, placing it directly over his terrified face. From this position, he could also make out – regardless of whether he wanted to – his mother's pussy. It still looked wet. He remembered the smell and the taste from when he had eaten her out before, under the impression that she was Raven. He had enjoyed it at the time. He could faintly make out that scent again, and he didn't enjoy it this time. At least, he told himself that.

Rita turned around to look over her shoulder at her terrified adoptive son. She was wearing nothing but a smirk that was quite similar to Raven's.

"And here's the fourth reason I'm upset at you… you never finished eating my ass." And then, to Beast Boy's horror, Rita began lowering her tremendous bottom back down onto his face. Her arm finally released his mouth – his attempts at eating ass would have been very unsuccessful otherwise – and he realised that he could speak again, but with her massive butt looming over him and getting closer by the second, his brain was frazzled, and in the end, he could only formulate a single word of desperation and panic.

"… Mommy…" Beast Boy said pleadingly, just before Rita finished planting her ass back on his face. Her aim had not been perfect this time, and his nose was flattened against one of her plump, soft cheeks. Rita frowned, hopping a little to the left and then the right, bouncing her big bubble butt all over her son's face, never leaving him enough time to launch an effective protest. When she rose for a second and stayed there, glancing down at her son's face between her legs to better position herself, he tried to take his chance. No sooner had he opened his mouth to plead than her butt slammed down again, his puckering lips pressed tight against her puckering butthole, with his nose nestled hard in the tip of her crack. Rita sighed in satisfaction, having finally found her spot; and confident that Beast Boy had found her spot.

However, when Beast Boy didn't react, other than beginning to quietly cry beneath his mom's ass, Rita began to lose her patience. After all, she was doing this for him; she was the one swallowing her pride and her nerves, forcing her inhibitions down, and sacrificing her dignity, solely to give him what he had wanted; her, naked, on his face. The least he could do was finish the job.

"Garfield?" she commanded in a motherly tone that only made things worse. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I am not moving from this spot until you've started licking, understand?" Beast Boy was sobbing, he was sick, he was more horrified than he had ever been in his life, and he was desperately trying not to be aroused. He didn't need to try very hard; Rita was still, in his head and in his heart, his mother, and he felt absolutely no desire to obey her command. And yet, the day had been long, and his brain was tired and confused. And although he would have normally logically known that there was no way that she would literally not move from her spot, smothering his nose and mouth in her ass until he fell unconscious, then logic had played absolutely no part in the day thus far. And so, with tears streaming down his face, Beast Boy's trembling tongue emerged from his mouth and, hating himself with every passing second, he pressed it firmly against Rita's butthole.

Ironically, Rita had been on the verge of giving up – obviously she too had known that she wasn't going to smother him in her ass until he began to suffer from oxygen deprivation – and was wondering what was taking Garfield so long. Had she misunderstood? It would be a terrible misunderstanding to make, but it certainly seemed possible. But, just a moment before she would have climbed off of his face and demanded a thorough explanation, his tongue obediently began poking at her spicy asshole, and she cooed, relaxing as she stopped holding back and settled her full weight down on his face, sending his tongue plunging deeper into her ass while he tried and failed to resist.

Beast Boy was stuck in a horrific limbo. With his tongue inside of Rita's asshole for the second time that day, every second brought forth waves of disgust at his actions, shame, and degradation. His brain was fried, but it put forth one single idea that could make this activity bearable, and Beast Boy seized it, before realising what it was. "Close your eyes, pretend you're back in Raven's room, pretend that the lights haven't come on yet, and that you're eating Raven's ass. Just like you thought you were." Beast Boy was horrified – well, Beast Boy had been permanently horrified ever since the incident in Raven's room, and probably always would be – as he grappled between two bad decisions. On the one hand, pretending could make this unimaginably awful experience a little bit less unbearable, but on the other hand… should it have been less unbearable? His tongue was making lavish little circles on her butthole. He should have felt like this was wrong, and trying to feel as if it wasn't wrong would only make it more wrong. Was he wrong?

Beast Boy was far too weak and distraught to even think about matters like that, and settled for gently sobbing into his mom's fat ass. Elasti-Girl, in contrast to Beast Boy, having now accepted what was happening, seemed to be having the time of her life, sighing and gasping as she tried – and succeeded – to wiggle her surrogate son's tongue even further into her flavourful ass. She smirked as she remembered something that she had been told by the friendly goth girl in the blue cloak. "You know, Raven said that when she walked into her room, you had a huge smile on your face while you were eating my ass. Is that true, Garfield?"

His tongue froze in her ass as he entered a state of total fear, knowing for a fact that there was no good answer to that question. Rita assumed that he froze in shame, unwilling to admit how much he had loved stuffing his tongue into Mommy's rich butthole. Smiling in an odd sort of pride – boy, that wine had really taken the edge off after this horrible day – Rita felt strangely complimented that her ass was so perfect that even her son had wanted to ram his tongue inside of it, just as he was doing again now.

Fortunately, Beast Boy's hell only continued for a minute or two before Rita declared that a change was necessary. "Alright, that's enough of that," Rita announced with no small amount of satisfaction, which was immediately shared by Beast Boy as he realised that his quasi-incestuous torture may be coming to an end. As always, he had failed to grasp the situation entirely. Rita had decided that she'd had enough of Beast Boy's tongue in her ass. That didn't mean that she was finished with him.

All Rita did was wiggle backwards an inch or two, finally releasing Beast Boy's tongue from its prison… and immediately sliding his nose up her asshole instead. Beast Boy didn't know which was worse; obviously, having his tongue in her ass had disgusted him – and the few confusing ways in which it felt like didn't disgust him only disgusted him even more – but it wasn't as if the taste wasn't still all over his tongue, and with his nose now trapped and his eyes almost covered by her cheeks, it would not be inaccurate to say that Beast Boy's entire world was currently Rita Farr's enormous ass.

"You know… I had a rather filthy thought earlier," Rita confessed, before giggling to herself and wiggling her butt on her son's nose, forcing it further inside of her. "Not that you're in any position to judge me." For all of the horrible misunderstandings today, the fact that Rita was able to make a joke about what she thought he had done made Beast Boy momentarily hope that repairing their relationship was possible. As soon as he realised this though, that possibility was shattered by remembering what was happening right at this very moment.

"Ten minutes after 'the incident', I was on my second glass of wine, and I was… well, I was horrified, I was shocked, I was disappointed, I was disgusted; with you and with myself…" Beast Boy understood that feeling perfectly; feeling disgusted with himself because even if he hadn't known it, he had enthusiastically eaten his mother's pussy and asshole, and thoroughly loved it at the time. He was beginning to feel like that feeling of disgust and shame was never going to go away, and he was probably right. He just wished that he could have verbalized that to Rita, but his tongue was tired and his main focus was on continuing to breathe, through a mouth that tasted like ass.

"But there was one other thought running through my head, which I tried to deny. I kept thinking, why couldn't that Raven girl have waited just one more minute before she interrupted us? When I would still be disgusted and horrified and all of those other things, but at least I would have had a fucking good orgasm to go with them!" Even in the context of having his mother's naked ass planted on his face, it was still a shock to hear her swear. "I saw those things you were looking up on the internet," Rita continued, and Beast Boy could tell that she was smirking. "I suppose it's a silver lining that you were at least concerned with satisfying me. But I think you missed this term in your research; Garfield, you blue-beaned the hell out of me."

Beast Boy didn't know what this phrase meant, and he was too afraid to guess. What he did know is that Rita was now leaning forwards slightly, freeing his nose from its prison just enough for him to be able to breathe through it again, at the expense of covering his mouth with her… with her

"Time to finish the job, Beast Boy," she announced, and although calling him 'Garfield' only reminded him of their familial bond, he still missed it when she stopped. "Make Mommy come," she commanded sultrily. He also immediately began to miss the time before he had heard her say that. With no other option, Beast Boy did the only thing that he could.

He started sobbing even harder. It was hard for her to even hear it, muffled beneath her cunt and cheeks – she heard his sniffing intensify, but could only conclude that he must have been trying to sniff her asshole; God, she really had raised a pervert – but when he didn't obey her order for a full ten seconds, she cast a glance over her shoulder and saw the deluge of tears spilling from her son's eyes. And while she didn't move her body, her eyes widened and maintained contact with his, staring at him in pity, but also in what she thought was understanding.

"Oh… Garfield," she crooned. "I know, I know. I know that you must be upset." She turned away so as not to see him cry. "I know that you must be confused. And I know that you must be feeling so guilty right now. You must have known that what you were doing was stupid and wrong, but you did it anyway. You're upset because you know that you upset me, and you think that you don't deserve this." Rita was right about one thing; Beast Boy did certainly believe that he didn't deserve this, but in a very different way from the one which she had mistakenly assumed.

"But you know what? I read those chat logs again, Garfield." Beast Boy still didn't know what she was talking about, but knew that it had something to do with Raven. He had no idea what Rita thought he had said to her, and not knowing would have been worse than knowing, had he not already expected the worst. "And even though you were lying, I think that you told a lot of the truth too, even if you didn't mean it. You're young, and lonely, and you have a hard time meeting women… I mean, I should've seen it coming, really. I'm attractive, you feel safe around me, of course it was possible that you would develop a little schoolboy crush. I just… even if I had been expecting it, I never would have thought that it would go this far." Beast Boy empathised; he was also having a hard time believing how far some things were going today.

"So!" Rita sat up again proudly, shifting her position until she was just perfect; nose smothered in ass, mouth covered by pussy. "I'm not going to let you wallow about in self-pity, young man. I'm going to give you what you want, whether you feel guilty about it or not. I'm going to sit on your face – all night if I have to – until you stick out your tongue, and start licking my pussy, okay? Besides…" she giggled to herself in a refined way, "I've found that I rather enjoy the sensation of having a young man pinned underneath my bottom."

Beast Boy could have done without that, but he could have also done with significantly more oxygen, and without having heard everything that Rita had just said. She was smothering him; he would only last so long if she didn't move. And even if she did move enough for him to comfortably breathe… "all night if I have to-" which was worse, eating his mother's pussy? Or spending the entire night with her pussy against his mouth, and his nose up her ass? Both choices were horrible, but Beast Boy knew that one of them was better, and could even possibly lead to a future where he wasn't being smothered by his mother's sex, and so he made his choice.

Beast Boy's tongue weakly pressed up against his mother's soaking sex… and instantly recoiled at how wet she was. Not because he found it disgusting, but because it reminded him that he had done this before, and at that time, he had found it delicious. Continuing to sob heavily, Beast Boy forced his tongue up and down his mother's pussy, committing the flavour of her cunt to memory even more than he already had. Although it was weak, it seemed to be enough for Rita, who moaned as soon as she felt the contact and relaxed considerably, settling her full weight down on her son's face, smothering his nose even harder in her ass. There was no doubt about it; this was the worst day of Beast Boy's life.

"I'm trying to sleep, who's broadcasting fear all over the tower?"

Beast Boy's heart leapt. Raven! Beast Boy took a second to remember, and his heart then sank again. Raven. Probably the only person who could help him out of this situation… but also the only reason that he was in this situation to begin with. Still, it was better than nothing.

"Raven, please!" he begged internally, hoping that his desperation would cause her to take pity on him. "Mom came back, and she misunderstood, and she wouldn't let me explain, and now she's… SHE's…" even in his head, he couldn't bring himself to say what was happening. Not that he needed to; a tiny red light turned on in the corner of his room, and if his heart could've sunk any further, it would have. There were security cameras in every room of the tower, even bedrooms. Beast Boy didn't know if Raven had teleported herself to the security room, or if she had found a way to view the feed from the comfort of her own bed, but either way, she was watching him now, and that made him feel substantially worse. He hadn't even known that that was possible.

Beast Boy's outlook quickly went from 'worse' to 'even worse' when he heard Raven's uproarious laughter in his head. No biting wit, no sarcastic comments, just overwhelming amusement at his predicament; trapped beneath his surrogate mother, forced to eat out her pussy while his nose was in her ass.

"Oh my GOD. Thank you, Beast Boy. Starfire is going to love watching this."

"Raven… please…" he sobbed.

"Please what? Oh, please ask Rita if I can join the fun? A threesome with your girlfriend and your mother… you're a real sicko, Beast Boy." Beast Boy's blood turned to ice. His adoptive mother, and the sadistic demon who had tricked him into eating her ass, both together? He could think of nothing scarier… and was confused when his cock, not on the same wavelength, rocketed up, proudly erect in his pyjama pants. "I might have made you tongue-fuck her today, but I could always make you just fuck her tomorrow." Beast Boy sobbed into his mom's ass as his cock twitched again and he didn't know why.

"Raven-" he began, only to be cut off immediately.

"Does her pussy taste as good now as it did when you were eating her out in my bedroom?" Beast Boy sobbed brokenly again, because no matter how much he wanted to deny it, no matter how much the context had changed his assessment of the situation, the answer was yes, and he was beginning to suspect that Raven knew it.

"Rae!" he pleaded, and after a brief moment of silence, swore that he could hear her rolling her eyes.

"Fine. I'll make her feel tired. She'll decide that she's finished in the next few minutes. So better get a move on and make her come before then." Beast Boy was grateful for Raven's intervention, and utterly horrified by her command. She was probably just teasing him, right? Just another bit of kidding? "And I'm not kidding," Raven immediately added. "She could use it; she's had a very rough day. She found out that her son is a giant fucking pervert."

Beast Boy hesitated for just a moment further, still hoping that Raven was joking, while knowing deep down that she wasn't. He heard the impatience in her tone when she continued, "If you don't make her come in the next two minutes, I am going to make her notice how hard your cock is right now, and when she is finished with you, you are always going to remember that the day you lost your virginity was the day that your Mom climbed on top of you and-"

Beast Boy had placed his tongue into Rita's asshole in the first place out of fear. He had reluctantly eaten her pussy, because she had made it clear that she would never get off of him otherwise. But hearing Raven threaten to turn his awkward five to ten-minute sexual encounter with a woman he considered his mother into an all-night fuckfest, forced him into action in a way that he had hoped to avoid, but he knew that Raven would know if he was avoiding it. And he knew what she was capable of.

And so, tears still pouring down his cheeks, Beast Boy wrapped his arms around Rita's thighs, and pulled them down, hard, burying his nose even harder into her sweaty asshole and exploring every inch of her cunt with his limber tongue.

"OOooohhh!" Rita cried out in surprise. In Raven's bedroom, he had wanted to please her, but right now, he had just been threatened and he knew the consequences of failure. He didn't want to eat his mother's pussy – truly he didn't – but he wanted to lose his virginity to her even less. So, trying as hard as possible not to think about what he was doing, he stuck his tongue as far into his mommy's cunt as it would go, and slurped up as much as he could. There was one silver lining; he was crying so hard that the tears obscured the view of Rita's amazing ass, which would have only made him feel even more disgusted with himself.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes, eat Mommy's pussy, Garfield!" any silver lining that he had been able to cling to disappeared as soon as he heard that. While Beast Boy felt as though he would never be aroused again after what had happened in Raven's room, it seemed that his mother has simply suspended proceedings and was picking up right where she left off. Which he supposed was fortunate in a way, because it meant that he didn't need to spend hours worshipping her pussy; only another few minutes before she arched her back, screamed like a banshee, and fucking erupted all over her son's face. But mainly on his tongue and in his mouth.

Unsure if Raven was still watching – and from a purely practical standpoint, genuinely afraid that if he didn't then he ran the risk of drowning in her come – Beast Boy was quick to swallow down his mom's pussy-juice, trying to suppress the memory of his first taste in Raven's room, where yet again, he recalled that he had thought it was delicious. Rita's come mingled with Beast Boy's tears; a match made in heaven for her (and Raven,) and hell for him.

Rita's breathing gradually slowed down as she let out several satisfied moans atop Beast Boy's face. Feeling something very sensitive, she glanced down at her son and giggled as she saw how desperately he was still lapping up her come and trying to clean – or continue to eat – her pussy. She couldn't deny that she'd had her doubts about trying this with him – and on any other day, under any other circumstances, she would have never – but… well, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and she had just had the best orgasm of her life. Or perhaps it just felt like that because it had been so long. Either way, the compromise that she had made appeared to be a win-win. She was almost sad to see it come to an end, but she was getting rather tired. Although… she smirked as another idea entered her head. It was unclear whether it was her own, or Raven's, but the result was just the same.

"Alright Garfield, I think that's enough for tonight," she announced, to his immense relief. Rita finally removed her ass from his face, and, still coughing and choking on his mother's delicious come, Beast Boy slowly and cautiously shuffled backwards until his head was on his pillow, lying down in total exhaustion, both physical and mental. For a moment, as the tears began to slow down, he could only see Rita from the back – from her naked back, covered by her long brown hair, almost all the way down to her perfect butt – before she turned around to face him. He tried to divert his eyes from her pussy as it continued to drip on his bed, or from her sweaty tits, but he just didn't have the energy any more. And Rita had said that they were finished for the night.

"… But," Rita added with a cheeky grin on her face that almost gave Beast Boy a heart attack for the seventeenth time that day. "You still need to be punished. Your actions today were unforgivable. So…" with her elastic arms, she stretched forwards, grabbed his legs, and yanked him back towards her, sending his whole body through her legs until his head once again stopped underneath her dominating cunt. He was halfway down his own bed, his legs dangling off of the edge of it. She giggled as she noticed his erection bobbing around as she moved him, but otherwise simply turned around in her kneeling position, and lowered her ass towards him again until it was less than an inch away from his perspiring face.

"So how about this? Mommy is going to go to sleep now, and you are going to stick your tongue as far as it will go up Mommy's ass, and you are going to stay like that all night long. Do we have an agreement?" She glanced down at Beast Boy, and seemed to actually be waiting for a response. Beast Boy was completely unused to anyone giving him a choice at this point, so it took time for him to decide what to say and open his mouth; at which point Rita sprung the trap, slamming her naked, sweaty bottom down directly over his open mouth.

"Wonderful!" Rita added as if they had reached an agreement. As she lay down on her son's bed, she sighed contently at the sensation of resting her ass on someone else's face while she drifted off to sleep. "You know, I was thinking of leaving, but maybe I should still stick around for a week. Or possibly more, even. Just until we're sure if we want to continue this experiment."

Beast Boy was – as always – terrified, but Raven's laughter echoing in his head distracted him. She had been the one who had influenced Rita to get tired. Had she also influenced her to force Beast Boy to spend the night with his tongue in her asshole? Was she the reason why Rita was now talking about staying longer, extending this incestuous torture? Beast Boy's only answer was Raven's soft chuckling echoing in his mind, before she stopped communicating with him and presumably retired to bed, safe in the knowledge that Beast Boy would be tormented all night without her oversight. She would have been right.

Beast Boy hesitated to obey his latest order, so Rita sat up slightly and commanded, "Tongue in ass. Now," leaving no room for debate. All Beast Boy could do was accept his fate, and Rita let out another big sigh of contentment and relief as he worked his tongue back into her asshole. She lay back, and true to her word, didn't say another thing all night, drifting off to sleep and having wonderful dreams about her ass being eaten out. When she finally did fall asleep, her whole body seemed to tighten, and Beast Boy's tongue – which coincidentally was especially far in her butthole at that moment – was suddenly trapped, unable for him to pull it out even if he had wanted to.

Just once, fate seemed to be taking pity on poor Beast Boy, as she moved ever so slightly sideways for a moment. His tongue remained in her ass, with the lips of his wide-open mouth plastered around her puckering butthole, but at least she was moving away; maybe this meant-

Rita let out a tiny fart in her sleep, directly into her son's mouth, and then collapsed back on top of him with her full weight. Given where he was, where he had been, and where he was going to be for the next several hours, it hardly tasted worse than what had come before, but it was the final humiliation to cap off the worst day of his life. His mother had farted directly into his mouth, and he defeatedly swallowed it, along with all of her come and ass-sweat, the taste of which was already seared into his brain forever. Or at least, Beast Boy assumed that it was the final humiliation.

Inexplicably, his cock was still throbbing in his pyjama pants. Earlier that day – while under the assumption that it belonged to Raven – Beast Boy had judged that Rita's ass was the sexiest and most perfect ass he had ever seen. His brain was disgusted, but his erect penis just didn't care. Beast Boy grumbled weakly; he would have to spend the entire night eating out his mom's ass, and with a throbbing erection to boot.

Rita moved her right leg in her sleep, and her foot happened to brush up against Beast Boy's… appendage. He gulped – rather unwisely given where his mouth was, and swallowing down more sweat from mommy's asshole – half-expecting her to raise her foot unconsciously and lower it again, kicking him in the balls to go with the symbolic kicking in the balls that life – or more precisely, Raven – had given him that day. But instead, she just rubbed it up and down, against the throbbing shaft of his desperate cock. He tried his best to resist; to remind himself of all of the reasons why this was disgusting, but his cock didn't care.

A fountain of come practically erupted from his cock, so much so that it soaked through his jumpsuit immediately and made contact with his mother's delicate foot. There was no doubt that Rita would see it in the morning, titter to herself, and take this as proof that her son was having an absolutely fantastic time. Beast Boy's brain was telling him to begin contemplating suicide, having just really capped off the worst day of his life by forcing him to ejaculate on his mother's naked body. Rita had talked about what he 'deserved'; well, right now, he felt as though he deserved to die. But those thoughts would have to wait until tomorrow, because right now, he had a flavourful asshole to savour the taste of, whether he liked it or not.

Rita went on to have the best night of sleep that she had ever had in her life. She felt so unbelievably relaxed the entire time that it almost felt unnatural to her, and she would wake up and immediately find herself in a state of mild alarm – after all, her son was pinned to the mattress by her naked ass, which his tongue was deep inside of! – and then she would remember what had happened, and chuckle softly to herself, and drift back to sleep, loving the sensation of having her asshole worshipped, and confidently wrong that Garfield was loving it too.

Beast Boy proceeded to have the worst night of sleep in his entire life, as it would take him ages to drift off, only to dream that Raven and Starfire were using embarrassing blackmail footage to force him to perform sexual favours for them that always left the strong taste of ass in his mouth; were they nightmares, or premonitions? When he awoke, he would panic, and then calm down, realising that it had just been a bad dream… and then remember where he was, and where his tongue was, and realise that he was living his bad dream, and he would cry himself to sleep in his Mommy's big fat sweaty ass again.

All the while, Raven's taunting words echoed in his head. "Naaa na na na, na, you just ate out your Mom's butthole." He didn't need reminding – he was doing it right now – but from this day on – and who knew what the future held for poor Beast Boy, who was dating a psycho, and whose surrogate mother was thoroughly convinced that he wanted to fuck her, and seemed more than happy to respond in kind – those words would always be there in the back of his mind. And worse still, the reminder that not only had she tricked him into doing something so foul, so disgusting, and so utterly reprehensible, but she had manipulated the situation so masterfully that at the time, he had loved it. He had loved sticking his tongue as far into his Mommy's butthole as it could possibly go, soaking in the taste as he licked and sucked and savoured this forbidden delicacy. Raven hadn't just grabbed his head and forced it into his mother's naked ass – humiliating though that would have been – she had successfully conditioned him to enjoy it, at least once. He froze as a horrific thought crossed his mind.

He hoped only once, at least.

Rita's asshole tightened further around the base of his tongue right now – he wondered if it was something she could control with her elasticity, or whether it was just bad timing (knowing his luck, both) – as the flavour of her ass intensified.

Beast Boy only knew four things. 1) His 'girlfriend' was a fucking psychopath. 2) He could never bring himself to even think about playing a prank on anyone ever again. 3) For one magical moment in time, Raven had tricked him into loving the flavour of his Mom's asshole, and he was just going to have to live with the consequences, many of which he assumed would involve continued eating of his Mom's asshole.

And 4) … He definitely didn't love it anymore.