Beast Boy was having an utterly horrible nightmare. Having never even attended school, he had no idea at all how he could still dream about showing up to class unprepared, and yet… it was hardly the strangest thing to happen to him in the last twenty-four hours.
In his dream, Beast Boy was stuck in gym class with only two other classmates; both intimidating beauties. One of them had pale skin and was rather shy and reserved, but still a stunning figure, and a well-hidden streak of sadistic cruelty. The other was her bubbly best friend; a foreign exchange student with a larger-than-life personality, an eternal smile and a legendarily gorgeous body, but while she could sometimes be extremely naïve, Beast Boy sometimes suspected that she knew exactly what she was doing, but pretended not to as an excuse to put others in embarrassing situations.
The gym teacher gave him uncomfortable butterflies in his stomach. She had mid-length wavy brunette hair, and something about her seemed familiar in a way that was supposed to be comforting, but wasn't. Like a stranger who closely resembled someone you knew, but with a completely new personality. Her name badge said 'Rita', which reminded him of someone who had once made him feel safe, but didn't any more.
"Alright, it's weight training today," Rita announced, barking orders like a drill sergeant. "Pair up and get to work, I'll be back to check on you in a minute." And with that, she left the room. The pale girl and the foreign exchange student quickly formed a pair, but Beast Boy suddenly realised that there were no other students in the class at all.
"Don't worry!" said the exchange student – the nametag on her uniform read 'Kori' – in a way that was so overly friendly and innocent that it rang alarm bells in his head. "We can work as a trio!" She grabbed him by the shoulders and directed him towards the workbench. "If you would just lie down here…" she practically forced him onto the workbench, where he would have been very happy just sitting, but the exchange student insisted that he lay down completely, while her friend watched with a knowing smirk.
"Rachel, would you please hand me those weights?" The pale girl nodded in response, handing the big beautiful woman a huge dumbbell. Beast Boy gulped; it was clearly far too heavy for him. In fact, the pale girl – Rachel? That name sounded familiar – had only managed it because her hands were glowing with some kind of dark energy. Beast Boy tried to sit up, only for Kori to forcefully shove him back down into a lying position, and then make her way to the head of the bench. Which was coincidentally the location of his head.
Ignoring their third teammate, she backed up until her bottom, covered by a very tight pair of lycra shorts, was directly over his face. Beast Boy gulped and tried again to sit up, only for Rachel to shockingly straddle his waist, pushing hard on his chest to keep him pinned down with a sadistic smirk. Before Beast Boy could ask what they were doing, the shadow of the Kori's ass loomed over him menacingly, and as he looked up in horror, she plopped the full weight of her ass – and the one-ton weight she was shouldering without any fuss – down on his face. She smiled as she wiggled her big butt from side to side on her new throne.
"… One," she giggled to herself, sitting on him for a full ten seconds before briefly standing up again, giving Beast Boy just enough time to think that he could catch his breath, and slamming the full weight of her ass down on his face again when he tried to. With Rachel on his stomach and Kori's unbelievably giant ass on his face, Beast Boy was completed trapped. "Two!" she sounded a lot happier as she stood, before smothering his face with her sweaty ass yet again. She seemed to be only standing for a moment, but sitting down for at least thirty seconds at a time. Beast Boy began to cry, completely powerless and with no-one coming to help.
"Girls!" Rita had cried in surprise and anger, storming over to them. The exchange student paused for a moment, before meekly removing her sweaty thighs from Beast Boy's terrified face. Rachel didn't stand, but backed up a little, now only pinning his legs.
"What on earth do you two think that you're doing? That is not how I taught you to lift weights!" Rita sounded genuinely furious at the two, and Beast Boy felt relieved that his short-lived torture at the hands of these sadistic women was at an end. Rita angrily grabbed the weights from the well-endowed exchange student and placed them on the floor before approaching Beast Boy herself. He hoped that she would offer him a hand up, or ask him if he was alright.
Instead, she looked down on him as if he was something that she had stepped in, turned around, and yanked her leggings completely down, revealing her own gorgeous peach ass.
"I've told you two; you're going to rip your shorts if you squat like that! Always take them off!" she reached for the weights, and the exchange student lifted them and, both grinning, place them onto Rita's shoulders.
"Okay, one Mississippi…" Rita said, before crouching her naked ass straight into Beast Boy's horrified face. The woman he had counted on to protect him had joined in on his sexual torture, leaving no one to help. All he could do now was endure the humiliation and molestation from these dominant beauties, and hope that he lived through it… although as the full weight of the dumbbell forced Rita's ass hard onto his face, he began to worry that he wouldn't.
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Beast Boy awoke with a start, trying to pant nervously, but his tongue seemed to be stuck. Glancing around in a panic, he saw nothing but darkness, but memories flooded back to him. He wasn't in gym class. Raven and Starfire were not his classmates-turned-assmates, and they were not currently in the process of assaulting him with their big beautiful butts; and Rita especially had no part in this. He tried to take a few deep calming breaths, but his mouth was pressed up against something, and when he breathed through his nose, the scent was… unpleasant. Something seemed to be pressed down on his face. No worries, he would just lift his arms, press them against whatever was stuck, and… and-
More memories flooded back to him, and he felt as if he had never awakened from his nightmare. Rita's ass. His mother's ass. Rita's big naked butt was perched directly on top of his face, as it had been all night. As it had been shortly after she had arrived in his room and forced him to eat out her asshole; his Mom's asshole. And that was before she had planted her pussy on his face and ridden him to the greatest orgasm of her life.
Beast Boy gulped – or would have gulped, had his tongue not still obediently been stuck up his Mom's butt – and slowly placed his hands on his mother's chubby cheeks. Pushing them gently – the last thing he wanted to do was wake her up – he whimpered as his hands sunk into her soft, cushy buttocks, trying desperately not think about how his mother seemingly had an objectively amazing ass. He succeeded in lifting her big beautiful bum off of his face, but his tongue remained stuck tight. He tried to pull it back, but only succeeded in sliding his tongue further in and out of her magical butthole. He wondered if Rita's elasticity extended to control over her asshole, and whether she was utilizing it in her sleep to prevent him from escaping.
Pushing with a little extra force, Beast Boy finally felt Rita's butthole pucker around his tongue and loosen ever so slightly, and breathed a huge sigh of relief… before shaking his head, realising how immensely fucked up it was that what passed for good news in his current situation was 'his mother's butthole loosening around his tongue.' Still, he kept pushing, slowly working his tongue further out, until finally, with a soft SCHLORP sound that he never wanted to hear again, his tongue was freed.
Beast Boy breathed another sigh of relief, relaxed, and promptly dropped his Mom's big butt back on his face by accident. Squealing in panic, surprise and mild pain, he felt his nose slide directly into the cavernous crack that he had only just freed his tongue from. And when he was finally able to return his tongue to inside his mouth, then… well, it tasted exactly like it had spent the last eight hours inside of a woman's ass.
"… Gar? Is that you?" Rita sleepily asked, sitting up slowly in a way that only put more weight on his poor squashed face. She giggled as she saw the pitiful position that he was in, and then frowned. "Hey, we had a deal; tongue in ass all night. You probably snuck it out the second I fell asleep, didn't you? Ah… no worries, your punishment is extended to tonight as well." Beast Boy wanted to explain, but it was very difficult when Rita's sweaty ass was still sitting on his face. And he wasn't sure what he would have said anyway; "Actually, for your information, mother, my tongue was firmly inside of your ass all night long!"
Rita finally left Beast Boy's face as she stood up and leaned from side to side, stretching her arms. Without her momentous ass taking up his entire vision, Beast Boy could see that the Sun was beginning to rise, which given the time of year made it around eight a.m. He sucked in huge, desperate deep breaths, happy to have air to breathe for the first time in eight hours that wasn't in direct contact with his mother's butt.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up before breakfast," Rita said, sauntering into his bathroom casually, and in no hurry to put on any clothes. Beast Boy decided to stay in bed just a little bit longer, until one of Rita's elastic limbs snaked around the corner of the bathroom door, grabbed his leg, and yanked him off of the bed completely, eliciting a panicky yelp of surprise. Cautiously getting to his feet, Beast Boy approached the bathroom door as if it was the den of a fearsome monster, and in many ways, it was.
Rita was casually flossing her teeth, still naked, and Beast Boy thought this was as good a time as any to clear the air.
"Mom, I-"
"Garfield," she interrupted, flinging the floss into a pedal-bin as her arm stretched behind the hanging curtain to turn on the shower. "I don't want to hear it."
Garfield gulped. "But I really need to talk to you about-"
"No," Rita replied firmly, suddenly looking dead serious… or was it seriously deadly? "I told you that I don't want to hear it. Just hearing you try to make an excuse for your behaviour yesterday would leave me seriously irritated, son," she intoned forcefully. "So respect my boundaries and just drop it." She had left no room for debate, and yet Beast Boy almost disobeyed her immediately, spluttering in shock that the woman who had forced him to eat her pussy and then sleep with his tongue up her ass was lecturing him on respecting boundaries.
"But-"
"GARFIELD." Rita snapped at him… before glancing down at the sink, and then smiling. She lifted up a particular object from a glass next to the sink, and wiggled Beast Boy's toothbrush in his direction.
"One more word," she warned. "You say one more word, and your toothbrush is going straight up Mommy's asshole, okay hun?" Her eyes went from comedic to dark very quickly. "And I will make you use it."
Having only just escaped one form of torture with his Mom's ass, Beast Boy conceded defeat and reluctantly held his tongue.
"Good," Rita smiled at his obedience. "Now get in the shower. I'm sure your face could do with a wash," she suppressed a giggle at the expense of his sleeping pattern beneath her massive sweaty butt. Beast Boy silently – and very awkwardly – stepped past her, and climbed into the tub. Rita watched him pass, paused for a moment, and then gave his butt a cheeky pinch and squeeze on the way in, causing another yelp of alarm as the poor boy prepared for his shower.
Beast Boy was terrified, anxious, and his butt actually hurt on the spot where his mother had pinched. On top of that, he still had a throbbing erection; morning wood was a consistent problem for Beast Boy, but today's felt especially bad, and he was trying his best not to think about why. As the warm water began to flow – Beast Boy's shower was positioned at the head of the decent-sized bathtub – he reluctantly began to scrub himself, knowing full well that the scent of his mother's sex would never wash off.
"Are you normally in the habit of having a shower with your clothes on?" Rita asked from behind the curtain, before her hand shot around it, opening and closing as if motioning for him to give her something. He glanced down as his pyjama bottoms; the only thing concealing – and doing a pretty bad job of it – his erection. He could see his mother's shadow through the curtain. He did not want for her to see the shadow of his cock. Nervously, he stepped away from her hand, which clasped shut.
"… Oh," Rita said, a tinge of disappointment covered by a much larger one of annoyance. "I see. I guess you really do want me to scrub my asshole with your toothbrush, Gar." She began to slowly withdraw her hand, before he whimpered sadly, signalling his defeat. With one last deep breath, Beast Boy slid out of his bottoms – his cock springing up like a jack-in-the-box – and, looking away, handed them to his mother. He couldn't tell if she was looking at the curtain, but her giggling – amused and impressed in equal measure – gave him a hint. Still, perhaps now he could just carry on with his shower, wake himself up, and try once more to confront Rita with the truth about yesterday; preferably when she was nowhere near his toothbrush. He just had to-
Rita wrenched the shower curtain aside completely, eliciting a gasp from Beast Boy at the sight of her naked body again, before he blushed and tried to avert his gaze. Her gaze was zeroed in on his cock, and she smirked and licked her lips… right before she began to step into the shower too, wanting to share the experience with her son.
"MOM!" Beast Boy shouted as Rita stepped into the shower, completely naked. He began to cover his eyes, before realising that there was really something else that he should be covering first, and his hands darted in front of his privates. He tried to close his eyes regardless, but felt the need to open them again when he felt something pulling on the same green hands that were the only barrier between his throbbing cock and his mother's eyes. To no-one's surprise but his, she has grabbed his arms and was trying to pull them away.
"Mom!" he shouted again, a little more childish and embarrassed this time. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, come on," Rita replied playfully, never once tearing her eyes away from his covered groin. "You've seen everything I have, it's only fair that I get to see how much my little boy has grown up." Beast Boy wanted to explain that he had not even wanted to see 'everything she had' but he was a little distracted, trying to fight off her attempts to expose him. Eventually, Rita grew impatient, and with yet another smirk, she raised a hand to her son's face and poked him very lightly in the eye. It didn't hurt, but it had the intended effect, causing him to stagger backwards for a moment, raising his hands to clutch his eye. Before he even realised what she had done, she had wrapped an arm around his entire torso – arms now pinned down at the shoulder – which left him with no way at all to cover himself.
Rita kneeled down so that she could stare directly at Beast Boy's impressive cock. She let out a contented smirk, as if to say 'Not bad… but I've seen better,' knowing that it would be humiliating for the boy. In truth, it was by far the biggest that she had seen, and she couldn't wait to take it for a ride. The only issue was that this would clearly be a huge reward for the boy who had plotted to eat out her ass and pussy, so he would have to do a lot of other things first before he would earn the right to lose his virginity to his mom.
Eventually, content with the view, Rita turned around and began scrubbing shampoo into her hair, standing naked in the shower with her son, her bare ass pointing in his direction. Taking a few steps back, she let the hot water wash over her breasts, sensing her son's discomfort at her being there – and them both being naked – and enjoying it greatly.
"Mom, I would rather… shower by myself!" he stammered out. Rita whipped around so fast that – to Beast Boy's dismay – it took a full second for her eye-catching tits to stop bouncing. Tearing his gaze about from his mother's chest, he could see that Rita had raised an inquisitive eyebrow and was looking at him disgruntledly.
"Really? Well I would rather my son not use a false identity to seduce me online with the goal of sticking his tongue in my butthole!"
Beast Boy wanted to protest, but something else caught Rita's attention, and she raised a hand to her lips and giggled. Beast Boy looked down. At the mention of his tongue in his mom's butthole, his cock had twitched ferociously, and almost looked as if it had grown another inch. Rita took a small step towards him and he instinctively stepped back.
As it turned out, the bathtub was rather slippery.
Beast Boy's legs slipped out from beneath him and he slid the length of the tub, unavoidably barrelling into Rita's legs as he went, causing a cry of surprise as she collapsed on top of him. Beast Boy already knew what was going to happen; the one humiliation that he had not been subjected to yet – and one that he would never be able to take back – would be losing his virginity to his mother. And just given the pattern of events that had been occurring in the last twenty-four hours, he felt with despondent certainty that Rita was going land pussy-first on his engorged cock, and refuse to get off until she had… gotten off. His body wouldn't be able to withstand the stimulation, and unlocking a whole new level of shame and disgust, he would come hard in his mother's pussy, forever losing his first time to her. He prayed that he was wrong.
For the first time in twenty-four hours, Beast Boy's prayers were answered. Rita didn't land on his cock, and his virginity remained intact, for now. Instead, she landed cunt-first on his face.
The previous times Beast Boy had found his face in his mother's pussy, either he had placed it their himself under false pretense, or she had lowered herself onto him gently. This time, gravity slammed her soaking sex into his face and smashed the back of his head into the bathtub, disorienting and discombobulating him while he was once again smothered in his mother, unable to recover. The back of his head stung quite a bit. He wondered if Rita was hurt; sure, she'd had a soft landing – his face – but it had still been a nasty tumble.
Rita took one look at how they had landed and burst into hysterical laughter so hard that her whole body shook, rubbing her pussy back and forth across his mouth. When she had calmed down a little, wiping a tear from her eye, she uttered, "My goodness Garfield, you just can't get enough of Mommy's pussy, can you?" She pressed herself down harder on him. "Well you know what… I had a lovely night of sleep, so why not? Go ahead Gar. Make Mommy come again."
Perhaps it was the concussion, perhaps it was the knowledge that he had already done it twice before, perhaps he was just tired, or perhaps he understood by now that if he tried to resist, the universe would only punish him further, but Beast Boy didn't even have the energy to fight it, and resigned to eating out his mom's dripping pussy again, for the third time in twenty-four hours.
There was one big difference this time around; the first time he had eaten her out, it had been in Raven's pitch-black bedroom, and the second time had been in his own room, by the light of the moon. Beast Boy was now eating his mother's pussy in a very well-lit room, for the first time, which meant that there was no escape. No escape from the fleshy folds of her inner sanctuary, as he saw his own tongue slide inside. No escape from the beads of sweat that ran down her whole body to her tight navel, making their way to her pussy, and shortly his tongue. No escape from her perfectly-proportioned breasts that shook ever so slightly as she rhythmically rutted back and forth on his mouth. And no escape from the look of absolute ecstasy on Rita's face as she debased her son for her own pleasure.
His only saving grace was that she must have woken up aroused, because he'd barely been licking for thirty seconds and she was already approaching climax; he hated that he could now tell just from the way her breath caught, her gasps quickened, and her body vibrated, that she was preparing to come. And she did; yet again all over his face. At least he was in the right place to clean himself up quickly.
Without so much as a 'thank you', Rita glanced over her shoulder at Beast Boy's cock and grinned, lifting her wet pussy from his flooded face. He prayed that she wasn't about to move down and finish the job, and once again, his prayers were answered… when she turned around and slammed her sweaty ass down full-force upon his nose and mouth instead. It had been less than a day and he was already so defeated that he simply sighed into his Mom's ass and reluctantly prepared to eat it out before she ordered him to. He didn't realise that she had different plans.
Leaning forwards – freeing his nose from her asshole, and giving him a terrific view of it winking directly in front of him – she wrapped her slender right hand around his cock. He froze. She smirked, and began to pump.
In complete panic, Beast Boy leaned forwards and tried to speak, which of course only resulted in him forcing his face even harder into Rita's ravishing rosebud. Rita gripped his erection harder and rubbed him up and down, up and down, up and down, while his muffled complaints were met with her asshole. While he was relieved that he wasn't losing his virginity, having his adoptive mother sit on his face and give him a hand job had not been items on his to-do list at any point in time, but he realised quite quickly that Rita wasn't the only one who needed very little encouragement to finish.
'I'm not going to come, I'm not going to come, I'm not-' he repeated to himself. Rita leaned forwards and sensually licked the over-sensitive head of his cock, her limber tongue running all around his-
As one last desperate cry was absorbed by her huge ass, Beast Boy felt shame wash over him as his cock erupted in Rita's soft hand – and softer mouth – amusing her greatly with the sheer volume of come that he squirted onto her hands, himself, and the bathtub. She was about to comment when his cock twitched and fired again, coating her hand with his hot, sticky semen. Beast Boy had never felt so embarrassed in all his life.
Rita – with some effort – peeled her ass off of her son's face and stood up straight, while he remained lying on the floor of the tub in humiliation. Turning around to face him, she made sure that he was watching when she licked one of his fingers, sampling the taste of his seed. He felt disgusted, but couldn't look away, and while he hated what he was seeing, his dick – which had finally been softening – perked up again almost immediately. Rita laughed again, while he tried to cover his shame and found that he was too exhausted to move his arms.
Rita then… ignored him, continuing with her shower as if it was just an average day. Beast Boy wasn't sure what to do, backing up to the other side of the tub and giving his mother some space, trying to look away while Rita washed and scrubbed her gorgeous naked body in front of him with absolutely no hesitation or inhibitions. Every once in a while, he would briefly glimpse back – to see if she was any closer to finishing (finishing her shower, he felt necessary to clarify to himself) – and get a private front-row screening of Rita rubbing shower lotion into her plump tits. He would squeal and look away, and she would laugh and continue.
After what felt like an hour, but was barely a few minutes, Rita pulled aside the curtain and stepped out of the tub. Words could not express how relieved Beast Boy was to see her go. "I'll leave you to clean yourself up, and see you in the Common Room for breakfast." She smirked, "Although I suppose you've eaten plenty already." Beast Boy wanted to be sick. "Oh, and Garfield?" her elastic limb shot through the curtain again and went straight for his mouth. He grimaced for a second, until he realised that she hadn't slapped him, or forced anything onto his face as he had maybe expected. It took him a second to realise that all she had done was place his toothbrush in his mouth. It took another second for him to realise that it tasted funny in a very foul way. It took a third and final second for him to remember her threat.
"That was definitely more than one word," Rita giggled from behind the shower curtain, having just placed Beast Boy's toothbrush into the deepest crevices of her ass, made sure that it reached every spot, and then pulled it out again and placed it in her son's mouth. "After all, I am still supposed to be punishing you." She paused. "Not that I can really be sure if you consider any of this a punishment…" He did. He most definitely did.
But then, she was gone, finally leaving Beast Boy alone and temporarily unmolested. He spent the next hour lying in the shower, too scared to move and leave the brief safe place he had been granted. It took him at least five seconds to remember what was in his mouth and spit out his toothbrush, throwing it across the room. The warm water washed away the trace of his mother's come on his lips, but the flavour and the memory would remain forever.
Beast Boy raised his hands to his knees and sat under the shower, trying desperately not to think about the only thing he could think about.
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When Beast Boy emerged out of his bedroom an hour later, it felt like exploring an alien planet. The tower was the same. The hallways were the same. The furniture was the same. But everything was different. Everything would be different forever. Each step towards the Common Room felt like he was living on the edge of a knife, and if he fell off, he would be sure to fall head-first into his mother's voluptuous ass.
He didn't want to see Rita. He didn't want to see Raven. He didn't want to see anyone; he had only even stepped outside of his room because he hadn't eaten anything in the last twenty hours ("Except for your Mom's pussy and butthole," he imagined Raven correcting him,) and hunger would not make his situation any better. He didn't yet know if he wanted to see Starfire. He didn't know how much she knew. He only knew that if he saw Raven or Rita, and if they were smiling at him in the same way Raven had smiled at him in her room once his mother had left, or as Rita had smiled before whimsically plopping her ass down on his face at the beginning of last night's torture, then he wanted to be as far away from them as possible.
He cautiously entered the Common Room, and froze. Starfire was there, idly putting away plates from a meal long finished. She looked up at him, smiled as if it was any other morning, and greeted him warmly.
"Good morning, Beast Boy!"
He didn't respond, warily taking a few steps closer, still paranoid that Raven or Rita was nearby.
"… Beast Boy? Are you well?" Starfire asked with seemingly genuine concern. He was almost shaking. He opened his mouth and closed it again, realising that even an hour later, he could still taste his Mom's ass.
"Is something the matter?" Starfire asked, putting the plates down and stepping closer as if inspecting him for signs of trauma.
"D-d…" Beast Boy stuttered. "Do you know?"
Starfire's looks of confusion and concern grew stronger. "Know what, friend Beast Boy?" Before he could answer – or even really figure out how he was going to answer – she had pulled out a chair. "Please, sit down, friend. You look very pale. Let me fetch you a drink," and after grabbing him by the shoulders and firmly but gently forcing him into the seat, she went to the refrigerator and fetched him a cold bottle of water.
Beast Boy didn't want to get his hopes up. Every time he got his hopes up, they were dashed immediately, with a good helping of sexual assault and forced ass-eating thrown in for good measure. But Starfire seemed as friendly as ever. Starfire… maybe Starfire could help him.
She untwisted the cap on the water bottle and even held it to his lips for him, assisting him to drink as if he was a child. When she was confident that he was more hydrated – after all, it looked a little as though he had been crying too – she placed the bottle back onto the table and walked behind him, rubbing his shoulders sympathetically.
"Please, Beast Boy. What has gotten my friend so upset?"
He took a deep breath. That water had at least helped the clear the taste of his Mom's asshole out of his mouth.
"Okay, well… it's about Rita. And Raven." Starfire continuing massaging his shoulders. "It's… um, Raven… she- she set something up. Something horrible, and-"
"That does not sound like Raven," Starfire quietly interjected. "I know that you have your differences, but you must know that she cares very much for you, does she not?" At that moment in time, Beast Boy understandably did not feel as though he knew that.
"B-but she got my Mom involved, and now-"
"Your mother also loves you very much, I am sure. What seems to be the problem here?" she interrupted again, sounding as caring as ever, but slightly more pushy. Beast Boy was hesitant to continue. Something was wrong. He had known that maybe Starfire had been in on it, but she had truly seemed not to know what had happened. She-
Beast Boy thought that he might have misheard as Starfire stifled a giggle, but then she followed it up by asking "Beast Boy… how did you sleep last night?"
His world collapsed.
His face fell, his heart sank, all hope was gone, and he knew it. Because she knew it. Starfire knew.
He was so broken by her complicity that he barely even jumped – although jump he did – when Raven entered the room, somewhat impatiently, and addressed him directly.
"There you are," she murmured, no trace of guilt or remorse on her voice for forcing him to commit what he had done. "Rita would like to speak with you. She's waiting for you in my room. I… trust you remember where it is," he heard the smirk without seeing it. And before he could even begin to think how he should react, she was gone again, and Starfire simply patted him on the shoulder, in an act that looked sympathetic but felt anything but.
"I suppose you had better not keep her waiting?" He could feel Starfire smirking too. And so, as if on autopilot, a traumatized Beast Boy slowly rose from his seat and trudged reluctantly towards the bedroom of the psychotic sexual abuser who just so happened to be his girlfriend.
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Raven's bedroom door was unlocked. Just like it had been yesterday. Beast Boy trudged inside, expecting the worst and was greeted by the most horrifying thing he could imagine; Raven and Rita, casually having an idle conversation. There was nothing at all about their appearance to suggest that the older woman had spent the night sexually assaulting her son under false pretence, nor that the younger woman had been responsible for the entire affair.
"Oh good, you're here," Raven said curtly.
"M-Mom," Beast Boy began to stammer again. "Can I please talk to you yet about-"
A bubble of dark magic once again surrounded his head, and Beast Boy knew that it was hopeless.
"That won't be necessary Garfield," Rita announced harshly. "I've been catching up with Raven, and discovered something that you never even told me." Beast Boy wanted to shout to his mother that maybe he would have been able to tell her if she wasn't constantly preventing him from speaking, but… he was currently prevented from speaking.
"This fine young woman," Rita indicated towards Raven, who was trying her hardest to appear as innocent as possible, "is your girlfriend?" Beast Boy began to protest – he had wanted to tell Rita the news… not that he was sure if he really considered Raven his girlfriend any more – before remembering once again that he could not be heard. Rita shook her head in disapproval.
"Garfield," she uttered again, still angry and disappointed. "I can't imagine how traumatic it must have been for this sweet young thing to walk into her bedroom, and find her boyfriend, in the process of going down on his mother!" While Beast Boy was still overwhelmed with fear, and would be for some time, a small part of him wanted to scream at the hypocrisy of these accusations until the world exploded.
"So… I took it upon myself to defend your foolish, indefensible actions to her, and…" she paused for dramatic effect, "Raven will not be breaking up with you at this time."
Raven rubbed her arm in a way that was shy, but forced. "I just… I care so much about him; I can't just stop, you know?" It may have technically been the truth that she cared about him and couldn't stop, but the way she had presented it was undeniably a lie.
"Oh honey, me too," soothed Rita, patting Raven sympathetically on the shoulder, before returning her attention to her son. "But, obviously you can't go around getting off scot-free for this, so…" she paused again, and if Beast Boy's heart could've sunk any further, it would have.
"I've decided that Raven should also be included in your… ongoing punishment." As it turned out, his heart could sink further. Raven removed the black bubble around his head, and he was too tired and too beaten to do anything but meekly question their judgement.
"My… punishment?" he eked out.
"Just for one week – well, two weeks, one for each of us – then you'll be sleeping with your tongue fully inside one of our asses," Rita grinned. "We can take turns."
Raven smiled too, and Beast Boy had no idea how his mother could possibly miss the outright evil in her sadistic smirk. "That's right Beast Boy. It's only fair. But relax, I'm sure this punishment will only last two weeks; maybe a month, tops." She licked her lips. Beast Boy knew right then and there that for a minimum of three months, he would be falling asleep every night with his tongue inside Raven's or his mother's butthole. He didn't know which was worse. He shook his head in disgust at himself; of course he knew which was worse, it was his mother's! Raven may have been sadistic, and he may have thought that Rita's ass was gorgeous before he had known it was hers, but… but-
"Oh," piped up Raven as if she had just remembered something completely out of the blue, which is exactly what she was pretending to have done. "There was one more thing I wanted to ask, Rita. My friend, Starfire. She would be… well, happy and excited to just be a part of what we were doing. Would it be alright to let her in on the fun?" It sounded so unrehearsed that Beast Boy knew that it was rehearsed; Raven never spoke so casually.
"Hmm…" Rita hesitated. "What do you mean by 'let her in'? If she gets to join in on the punishment, then we'd have to spread it out over three months instead," Rita rationalized. Beast Boy gulped loudly upon hearing that his mother had already wordlessly agreed to extend his punishment to two entire months of sleeping with his tongue up hers or Raven's ass. And if she had already agreed to two, then he knew that the real minimum was probably closer to six.
"Oh, she wouldn't be an… active participant, so to speak… unless neither of us were available at the time," she smirked threateningly. Beast Boy found it terrifying, but Rita seemed to find it amusing, which Beast Boy found more terrifying. "But just someone to share the experience with, really. You know, talk about it, watch the footage…" she hung the bait flawlessly.
Rita raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Footage?"
"Oh, yes," Raven was all too happy to explain. "All of our rooms have security cameras in. I had a hunch, so this morning I checked Beast Boy's laptop, and-" once again, she presented the computer, seemingly from out of nowhere, "-of course, he's already downloaded the footage from last night. I think he wanted to watch it again himself a few times," she said, lowering her voice as she cruelly implied that Beast Boy was going to masturbate to the footage of his mother forcing him to eat her ass.
"Oh!" Rita replied in shock, before giggling at her son's apparent perversions. "Hmm, I'm still not sure though. Why would Starfire want to see that?"
"I mean… it's rather embarrassing, isn't it? Getting turned on by your own mother? Having her sit on your face, and…" she didn't need to continue to remind Rita or Beast Boy the full extent of what had happened. Still, Rita seemed to be on the fence, so she went in for the kill. "Plus, with the prank Beast Boy played a few weeks ago…"
"What?" Rita sounded outraged in advanced. Raven truly was a master-baiter; even masterfully baiting Rita into wanting to master masturbating on master Beast Boy. She shot her son another glare of disappointment – the latest in a long line – sad that he was still playing pranks, unaware that she had just starred in the worst one of all, and that every word she said only made the aftermath worse.
Raven shook her head in feigned disappointment. "He snuck an insect figure into her shirt, tricked her into panicking and taking it off. Trying to sneak a peek at her bra." She stopped shaking her head and pretended to look at Rita in mild panic. "I mean… that's nothing compared to what he did yesterday, but still."
Rita was taken aback, and her glare of disappointment became outright discontent, verging on disgust as she shook her head firmly at her son. Beast Boy was sweating and stammering, because Raven's story was true, and he had a strong enough moral compass to feel genuine remorse at what he had done – and that it was being recalled to his mother of all people – but this also prevented him from interrupting to explain that his prank paled in comparison to Raven making him eat out his mother's ass.
"The worst part was, Starfire wasn't wearing a bra that day," Raven added, "so… everything was out." Rita was now openly frowning in contempt. "Starfire was mortified," lied Raven.
"… Well!" Rita spoke up before Beast Boy could. "I think that Starfire has more than earned a place in our inner circle," she concluded, to Beast Boy's horror and Raven's delight. Beast Boy had no doubt that very soon, his tongue would be inside Starfire's 'inner circle', and the thought petrified him.
"Wonderful!" Raven announced in relief. "Can I tell her now?"
Rita shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Perfect. Starfire!" Raven raised her voice slightly, and the overjoyed Tamaranean burst into the room with a huge grin on her face, having been waiting just outside the door.
"Oh, thank you so much for involving me, friends! Truly, this means the world to me," Starfire flattered them both sincerely. Rita looked at Starfire in surprise, having been shocked to see that she had been waiting directly outside the door, and that Raven seemed to have known this. She looked between the two bashfully smiling girls… and burst into a fit of giggles.
"Did- did you plan that?" Rita asked through the laughter, completely unaware of the extent of what Raven had really planned. Starfire nodded enthusiastically, while Raven joined her, but slightly more restrained. Rita's laugh died down.
"Well!" she stated before turning exclusively to Raven, "I think perhaps you need a punishment too!" Raven did not seem the least bit worried, and was right not to be.
"Oh?" she replied.
Rita grinned. "Your punishment is that out of the three of us, you have to go last." Raven pretended that this was a horrifically unfair retribution, pouting and pretending to stomp her left foot, to Rita and Starfire's amusement, but Beast Boy's blood turned to ice in his veins. If Raven was 'going last' then that implied that not only would Rita and Starfire be 'going first' – whatever they were talking about, he wasn't sure but definitely had his suspicions – but also that Raven would still be joining in anyway. He was correct on all counts.
"Anyway," Rita turned back to Starfire, "Did he really trick you into getting your boobs out?"
Starfire's face took on a solemn expression for a moment. "Oh, yes, I'm afraid so." She said it with such sincerity that Beast Boy almost believed the lie that she tacked on to the end of it. "The prank itself was not so bad, but then of course, he took a picture of it."
Rita gasped slightly, looking from Starfire to her captive son, disappointment transformed into open disdain. "You took a picture of her?!"
"N-no!" Beast Boy protested. "I would never, I- I didn't!"
On any other day, Rita probably would have believed her son. But to her knowledge, less than twenty-four hours ago, he had lied to his own mother in an attempt to get his tongue inside her pussy; and succeeded! Which meant that she was positive that he had taken a picture of Starfire in a state of undress, for his own purposes; purposes which she could easily imagine.
Stepping intimidatingly towards her surrogate son, Rita eyed the bulge in the crotch of his jumpsuit. Beast Boy was either too scared to notice, or already at his maximum capacity for being scared.
"Starfire… do you have a camera?" Rita asked seriously.
Behind her, Starfire pulled a camera phone out of her skirt pocket. "Of course!" she chirped in response.
Rita leaned forwards and gripped the waist of her son's jumpsuit before he had a chance to react. "Well then, I'd say you deserve a chance to get even!" She yanked his pants down, leaving Beast Boy wailing in surprise and horror as his ten-inch erection proudly revealed itself to the world. Utterly rock-hard, Beast Boy tried to cover up with his hands, but found them pinned to the bed by Elasti-Girl. Three pairs of women's eyes were all staring intently at his throbbing cock, and in that moment, Beast Boy swore that the scent of pussy in the room seemed to intensify tenfold.
The moment passed, and Starfire gleefully hopped into view, snapping away a few images of Beast Boy's exposed cock. Giggling, she placed her hand firmly on his balls, leaned in closer to his magnificent shaft, and turned to face the phone, smiling as she took a selfie with her unwilling guest. Although anyone could tell by the colour exactly whose penis she was posing with, she made sure to include Beast Boy's horrified face. After twelve seconds of snapping pictures, she scrolled through the library, giggling at her favourites, while Raven… had an idea.
"Good idea Rita," she complimented, then paused just long enough for it to sound natural. "It's just a shame that… well, the punishment doesn't exactly fit the crime." Rita turned to Raven and paused, still smiling at her new comrade in cruelty, just waiting for her to continue.
"Well… I mean, if this picture somehow got out, then yes, it would be embarrassing for Beast Boy. But…" she idly indicated towards his giant fucking cock, "Also, rather a source of pride for him, I would imagine."
Rita frowned. "Hmm. Yes, you're right. I didn't see it that-"
"Ooh!" Starfire squeaked in excitement. "Then perhaps I could get a picture of him engaged in a really humiliating activity. Such as…" she pretended to think, as if she hadn't come up with the answer already, "being forced to kiss the bare bottom of an attractive woman?"
Rita grinned. Beast Boy's blood seemed to find a way to freeze while already frozen.
"And it would be more humiliating if that woman were his mother," Raven added, emphasizing the m-word to make the boy as uncomfortable as possible. "After all, what kind of pitiful worm gets dominated by their own mother, much less… turned on?"
Rita liked these girls, muttering "What kind indeed…" before stepping towards her son and turning around.
She didn't strip out of her uniform this time, instead simply pulling it up, revealing that she had gone panty-less today. Wiggling her big butt teasingly, Beast Boy didn't even have time to formulate a response – he was still at least somewhat distracted by Starfire's grip on his testicles, which remained firm – while his mother descended her huge ass towards his face. He could only let out an impotent – odd choice of words, as he was on the verge of climaxing – whimper as she crash-landed on his face again, wiggling around in her seat to Starfire and Raven's amusement, before lifting her huge ass to allow just a crack of light to slither in. And also to allow her son to fulfil his duty.
"Garfield? Kisses, now," Rita demanded of him. He was too busy sobbing to hear, and so Rita smacked Starfire's hand away from his testicles, and then placed her own hand there instead. His eyes widened beneath his mommy's dumptruck ass, and, still sobbing, he reluctantly began to pepper her ass with small, loving kisses.
He heard the snaps of the camera on Starfire's phone immediately, as the Tamaranean laughed with unbridled joy he had never seen from her. "Oh, just another inch up please, Rita? I wish to capture the humiliation on his face." Rita hovered her juicy ass over his face as he stared, broken, into Starfire's phone.
"Hey, if it's humiliation you want, I have an idea," Rita suggested, plopping down hard on Beast Boy's face again. "Garfield? Show these two lovely ladies how you slept last night."
Beast Boy's heart and shame kept finding new lows to sink to. As she gave his balls another playful squeeze, half-teasing, half-threatening, Beast Boy swallowed his shame and stuck his tongue out, and Starfire recorded footage of him willingly(-ish) licking his own mom's puckering asshole. She made sure to capture every single tear that ran down his face as he once again ate his mom's butthole, with Raven and Starfire watching in ecstasy. Rita ignored them, quietly sighing in contentment as she gyrated her huge butt around on Beast Boy's tongue. Starfire didn't know how far this footage would go yet, but she was sure that Jinx and Bumblebee would love it. Maybe Kole and Argent too. Who wouldn't love to see Beast Boy, the cocky prankster, reduced to slavery, worshipping women's beautiful buttholes?
"Alright Garfield, enough teasing, get it right in there," Rita commanded, and he obeyed, still sobbing the entire time. It was only then, to his horror, that he discovered that his previous suspicions had been correct; Rita was in perfect control of her asshole.
He pressed his tongue hard against her peach rosebud, and it didn't budge, too tight for any tongue to slip inside. Rita sounded impatient. "What are you waiting for? Push it in harder!" Beast Boy tried as hard as he could, but could, at most, get one millimetre of his tongue into her tight butt. And of course, when he tried even harder…
Rita released the tightness immediately and Beast Boy's tongue went flying into her asshole, stopping not when he ran out of space, but when he ran out of tongue. And, the sadistic mistress that she was, Rita immediately began to tighten her hole again, trapping his tongue entirely, from the very base, inside of her stinky, sweaty butt. She shivered a bit when the full force of his whole tongue rocketed into her asshole at impressive speeds, but recovered just in time to instruct the girls.
"Make sure you get pictures of these," she smiled, "I want everyone to see just how thoroughly Garfield worshipped my ass. She hadn't even finished speaking and Beast Boy immediately heard the click of several dozen pictures being snapped of him tongue-fucking his mother's ass, again. Not a single woman in the room was swayed by his tears; they all found it rather funny, and thought that it added to his humiliation.
When Rita believed that they had enough incriminating footage, she relaxed and, no longer needing to leave Beast Boy's face visible, plopped back down on his features, keeping his tongue lodged firmly inside of her ass again. As her content sigh became a quiet moan, she voiced a question that she had been dying to ask.
"Raven? I believe that you have some footage for us to watch?"
Raven jumped in excitement. "Oh, yes… Starfire, you're going to love this," she explained, turning around and fiddling with 'Beast Boy's' alleged laptop. It only took a few moments for her to set it up, but in that time alone, Rita grew impatient, and softly began to finger herself while she sat on her son's face, no hesitation or shame whatsoever. By the time Raven had loaded the file, Rita seemed rather preoccupied, and they decided to wait for a minute while Rita got yet more of her pent-up sexual frustration out of her system, moaning as she finished on her son's chest, her butthole tightening with a stranglehold on his tongue at the moment of climax.
With some reluctance, Rita decided to stop hogging everyone's favourite sex toy, and clambered off of her son's face. No sooner had the ability to see, breathe and smell without a dominant ass in his face returned to him, than Rita patted her new Tamaranean friend on the shoulder and assured her. "Starfire? I think it's your turn."
"Oh, marvellous!" exclaimed Starfire, spinning around as her skirt flew up, and Beast Boy could see that behind her small, tight skirt, she had gone completely commando. What's more, Starfire's ginormous Tamaranean ass was huge; easily bigger than Rita's or even Raven's, and possibly bigger than both combined. If there had been an opportunity to talk Starfire out of it though, then he had missed it, as yet another spicy ass came crashing down hard on his face and refused to move.
"It's starting," Raven announced, turning up the volume of last night's security camera footage.
Beast Boy whimpered in horror as the three women began to watch the playback of his bedroom from the previous night. It seemed to pick up in the middle of Rita's speech, when she was assuring her son that she still loved him, but bemoaning how little time he had given her to process his feelings for her. Raven and Starfire made sure to audibly "Aww…" whenever Rita said something to indicate that she still cared for him. The implications were clear; they wanted him to feel grateful to his mother for sexually assaulting him, and now facilitating an even more humiliating assault this morning, because regardless of their dishonestly, then from her point of view, she was clearly making a huge sacrifice for him.
"And here's the fourth reason I'm upset at you; you never finished eating my ass." Raven openly laughed at Rita's declaration on tape, while Starfire was so delighted that she lightly clapped her hands and bounced her entire body up and down, sliding Beast Boy's tongue in an out of her asshole over and over again.
As they watched Beast Boy cry as he ate his Mom's pussy, Starfire began to shift around on his face as if uncomfortable. Or rather, as if very comfortable, but not quite as comfortable as she could have been.
"Hmm…" Starfire appeared to be contemplating something. "While I am greatly enjoying the sensation of Beast Boy's florpus between my grebnaks, then… I wonder if it would be appropriate to also make use of his fingers?"
"I don't see a problem with that," Rita answered immediately, to Beast Boy's distress. "You should probably ask him first, though," Beast Boy's heart finally soared instead of sinking, and he clung to this single concession; proof that his mother did still care about him to the point where she would not wantonly let his friends – well, he wasn't really sure if 'friends' was the right word at this point – forcefully face-fuck him. This relief was short-lived when he realised that Starfire had not moved off of his face at all, and from the sounds of it, someone had just taken a step towards the bed.
"Garfield," Rita said commandingly, "How would you feel about this fine young woman using your fingers to pleasure herself?" Beast Boy didn't know how he was supposed to respond with his lips sealed around Starfire's asshole, but then, Rita had never been asking him for a verbal answer.
To Beast Boy's horror – it would be quicker to list the things that didn't invoke horror in Beast Boy at this point – Rita took one of her slender, delicate hands… and wrapped it tightly around his cock. His tongue froze in Starfire's asshole. Surely, she wouldn't. It had been one thing to happen in the shower, shortly after she had awoken, and probably wasn't thinking straight, but now… in Raven's room… in full view of Raven and Starfire.
"Since your mouth is… occupied, I'll make this simple Garfield. Come if you want Starfire to use you in any way she wants, and if you have a problem with that, then just… don't, alright?" Rita grinned as she pumped her son's cock up and down.
Beast Boy immediately began to scream in panic into Starfire's ass, which did a terrific job of stifling his cries into amusingly muffled moans. Attempting to thrash in an attempt to escape Rita's grip, he was neither able to wrestle his cock out of her hands, or displace Starfire from his face. Rita's smile widened as she began to jerk off her son harder and faster. He did not want to come from the touch of his mother. He did not want to come in front of Raven and Starfire. He did not want to come while Starfire's naked, sweaty ass was dominating his face. He did not want to come, he did not want to come, he-
His cock twitched, and then erupted. Starfire actually screamed in surprise at the amount that her new seat had ejaculated, while Raven said nothing, but looked extremely shocked, albeit not unpleasantly so; in the brief moment when Starfire had leapt off of Beast Boy's face in alarm (shortly before crashing straight back down onto him, of course,) then Beast Boy had sworn that he had seen her lustfully licking her lips. Rita was unsurprised, having seen this before, and as his cock spurted out load after load of her son's semen, she licked it fondly off of her hands, before pausing, and then giving a cheeky lick to the very sensitive head of his cock too. His high-pitched cries into Starfire's bubble butt delighted her greatly.
"Well Starfire? I think that answers your question…" she answered with a smirk, "No complaints from him."
"Wonderful!" Starfire exclaimed, hopping up and down in glee, smashing her momentous ass into his face several times over, before grabbing one of his hands, removing his gloves and beginning to finger herself to an orgasm, muttering unspeakable ancient Tamaranean words before she finished, reversing her massive ass off of his head just before the climax, so that she could make sure that her love sprayed all over his face.
And so went Beast Boy's morning… and afternoon. Before he could even learn the taste of Starfire's come, Rita had sat down again, and immediately demanded that Beast Boy clean up the hot sticky mess that she had just sat down in. Rita was followed by Raven, who joked that despite being Beast Boy's girlfriend, she was the last of the three to get her asshole eaten out. Raven was replaced by Starfire, who was replaced by Rita, and when the two amorous teammates had a falling out over which one of them was next in line to 'the throne' as it were, then Rita took the opportunity to squeeze her son's head between her thighs until he was smothered unconscious in her ass.
.
And so began Beast Boy's new life of submissive sexual servitude to these three beautiful dominant ladies. That night, Starfire had wanted them to watch a film, so all four of them gathered on the couch. Unfortunately, there was not room for all four of them to sit down (according to the ladies,) so Beast Boy had to make the sacrifice of sitting lengthways on the furniture, with different women sitting on his face, chest, and exposed erection. After much debate, Starfire had won the right to sit on his face – and did so immediately with no hesitation – while Raven grumbled, taking a seat on his chest. Unwilling to let that be all, she seized his hands in magic and forced him to begin caressing and stroking her chubby cheeks, and even occasionally stick a finger inside of her ass, which she would gyrate around on shamelessly. Rita rubbed her naked ass right up against his cock, flattered as he twitched, trying not to come.
The one mercy that they had shown Beast Boy had come when Starfire had suggested intercourse with the boy. Raven reluctantly pointed out that to the best of her knowledge, Beast Boy was a virgin, and while Starfire saw this as a mistake to be rectified as soon as possible, Raven and Rita were both just reluctant enough to actually take his virginity as part of his 'punishment' that the idea was scrapped. They at least wanted to allow him the dignity of making his first time 'special' – which by their definition meant 'consensual' – while Starfire innocently argued that getting gang-fucked for hours by your half-demon girlfriend, a Tamaranean princess, and your own gorgeous adoptive mother would have been plenty special enough.
That didn't mean that they didn't still enjoy teasing him though. Case in point, Rita made sure to slowly rub her gigantic butt cheeks up and down against her son's cock as he cried and moaned into Starfire's ass. She felt the tell-tale signs of him twitching as he lost all self-control, and soon enough, Rita's ass was covered in his spunk again. She chided him for making a mess all over Mommy's ass, which caused his crying and his cock to both get harder again.
Hours later, when Starfire peeled her ass off of his face, Beast Boy idly saw the 'film' they had been watching. It had been clips taken on Starfire's phone of that first time in Raven's room when he ate all of their asses and pussies until he had lost consciousness. A decent introduction to his new life, they called it.
At mealtime, sometimes they would permit Beast Boy to join them at the table – most often using his head as a cushion for anyone who complained that their chair was too hard (and the two that weren't would move their chairs next to whoever had, and grab Beast Boy's hands to sit on them instead, leaving the exhausted boy servicing three asses at once,) – while sometimes he was only permitted to eat under the table, where he would be served meals that had very clearly been seasoned with… the love of whoever had been cooking. Starfire or Rita would inevitably step a bare foot in his meal while under the table, and command him to clean them up, clean his entire plate with their foot stuck on it. And of course, with none of the ladies wearing underwear and all of them spreading their legs as wide as possible, there was never a shortage of anything to eat down there, even when the food had run out.
On one occasion, Raven and Rita had encouraged Starfire to 'season Beast Boy's meal with her love', and she seemed to misunderstand, pleasuring herself at the table until suddenly standing, moving behind Rita, and yanking the woman's uniform down, moments before she sprayed Rita's ass with her come. When she had regained her senses, the others asked her what she had done, and she reacted in confusion, asking "… If a meal if something you eat, then is Rita's ass not Beast Boy's favourite meal?" Neither of them could disagree with that, and falling about laughing, they dragged Beast Boy out from under the table and forced him, sobbing, to lick Starfire's come off of his mother's juicy ass.
Beast Boy's next night after tonguing Rita's asshole for the first time was Rita again, who refused to believe that he had fulfilled his duties the previous night, and it wasn't as if she was letting him talk in general anyway. The next night was Raven, and then Starfire, and then back to Rita. He seemed well and truly broken in to his new role, and they were all delighted (save for him) that he had seemingly accepted his lot in life; to make these women come, and nothing more.
It wasn't until the fifth night, when he was supposed to be with Rita again, that it turned out that they were wrong.
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Rita awoke with a yawn, feeling fairly energized, but glancing at Beast Boy's alarm clock – while it had previously been his room, the ladies of the tower now agreed that it was really Rita's room, while Garfield was fortunate to be allowed to stay there, trapped in his Mom's ass – and saw that it was only two a.m. Smiling, she glanced down at her bed, and realised that something was missing. The slave who was supposed to be worshipping her ass while she slept was nowhere to be seen.
"Garfield?" she asked sleepily. "Are you using the bathroom?" She would have jokily demanded that he make it up to her with another hour of passionate and very awake ass-eating before allowing him – and herself – to fall asleep again… and she possibly wouldn't have been joking, but she would at least understand why he was absent. Rubbing the dust from her eyes, she stood up and checked the bathroom. He wasn't there.
She wasn't worried per se; she knew that he had nowhere else to go… although she didn't enjoy putting it like that, as if they were forcing him to stay. But nonetheless, a missing Beast Boy was a missing Beast Boy. Flipping open the Titans communicator that Raven and Starfire had given her to stay in urgent contact, she rang Raven.
Raven was fast asleep herself, having the most amazing dream about having her pussy eaten out by a green unicorn. The jingle of her communicator was irritating, but she supposed that whoever was calling must have done so for a damn good reason. For a moment, she considered if it could be Beast Boy, pulling a prank… before laughing herself awake at the ridiculous notion that he would ever dare to do such a thing again.
"Raven," she answered groggily.
"Hey, it's Rita. Sorry to wake you; Garfield isn't in my bedroom any more. Would you see if you can… sense his presence?"
Much like Rita, Raven was not worried in the slightest, knowing that Beast Boy had been trained very well in such a short period of time and could not possibly have gotten far, even if he had been trying to get away, which she doubted.
"Sure, I'll find him," she confirmed, clapping the communicator closed again as she sat up in bed and stretched her arms before standing up.
Her empathic abilities scanned the tower, half-expecting that Starfire had jealously stolen him away while Rita was asleep. And yet, Beast Boy couldn't be found anywhere in the tower. This still didn't worry her, and her lack of worry was justified when she expanded her search to include the island on which the tower resided. He was sitting by the lake. For the first time in days, she hesitated, actually taking his feelings into consideration when wondering how to approach him. The obvious answer was to teleport ass-first directly in front of him and smother him into the ground under the light of the moon, but… she had always known that there was a chance that this could happen.
She teleported to the entrance of the Tower, and saw him sitting by the bay, idly throwing rocks into the water. He was crying, but not out of fear or humiliation. She frowned. The chance that this could happen had come true.
Deciding that it would be better not to risk the appearance of trying to take him by surprise, she walked rather than floating, her footsteps light but audible the entire way. In thirty seconds, she was right behind him, and she knew that he knew that she was there, even if he wasn't reacting. He sniffed loudly, throwing another rock limply into the water.
"Go away," he stated, sad and quiet, but dark too.
"You know… it's really not as much fun seeing you cry when there isn't an ass on your face," she observed, sounding neutral as she said something intended to get a reaction.
It did, and Beast Boy angrily grabbed the rock next to him, and gripped it tightly. For a second, Raven wondered if he was going to throw it at her; she would have been able to shield herself, and he knew it. He paused, and then hurled it across the lake as hard as he could throw. It flew a hundred metres or so before it even skimmed the surface of the water.
Raven sat down next to him without asking for permission, because she knew that he wouldn't have given it. He had probably gotten used to her doing things without asking for permission by now.
"… Do you want to talk about it?"
Beast Boy didn't – or couldn't – look her way.
"What is there to talk about? You've ruined my fucking life, you… psycho witch." He sniffed again, his anger clearly doing nothing to dispel his sadness. Raven sidled an inch closer to him. Beast Boy sidled two inches further away.
"… It's cold out here. Come inside, and we'll talk about-"
"I don't think I want you to be my girlfriend anymore," he said in a way that was both calm and venomous, turning to face her so that she could see the dead serious look on his face, along with the tear-streaks. "I don't think I even want to live with you anymore." He turned away again and let out a strangled, humourless laugh. "I don't know if I even want to live anymore, thanks to you."
She placed a hand on his shoulder; he immediately shook it off. She tried again and he shook harder. She waited a few moments and tried a third time. He hung his head in defeat and just let her.
"… Beast Boy," she was speaking softly and calmly, almost as if she actually cared about him, which he knew for a fact she didn't. "Come inside and talk to us. Just talking. I promise."
He sneered as more tears ran down his cheeks. "Why should I ever believe you?"
Raven looked contemplative. "Fair point. You have no reason to. But you also know that if I wanted to drag you back by force and humiliate you, then I could have."
"Maybe you're just trying to get my hopes up again so that you can crush them, hmm?" he suggested. "That sounds like the kind of thing that you and Starfire would get off to. And you could trick my Mom into doing it too."
Raven was silent. For the first time since the incident, she actually seemed to look a little guilty. "That's a fair point too," she admitted. She couldn't offer any stronger counter than that. "Please, Beast Boy. Come inside. Just come inside, and we'll talk about it. All of us."
He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to see them. He didn't want them to see him. But… he had nowhere else to go. And Raven was right; if she wanted to drag him back against his will, she very well could have. So, wrenching his shoulder away from her touch once again, Beast Boy stood, tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, and slowly walked back towards the tower, emphatically without her help.
Raven watched him go, sadly, and flipped open her communicator again. It was time to have 'The Talk'.
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Raven remained at least three metres behind Beast Boy as she followed him back inside, figuring that he had earned the right to want a little space. When he entered the elevator to get to the top floor and make his way to the Common Room, she even waited outside. He saw this, and hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether or not to tell her that there was no need for that, and they could at least take the elevator together. The fact that he felt unsure about it provided him with his answer, and he travelled alone, Raven sadly teleporting up there on her lonesome.
Seconds after Beast Boy entered the Common Room – Raven was already setting four chairs around the kitchen table – then Starfire and Rita entered together, Rita in her usual attire – Doom Patrol uniform, which only made Beast Boy more uncomfortable, as if reminding him that they had two special bonds – and Starfire in a pyjama set that managed to simultaneously be revealing in general, but also rather reserved for the Tamaranean.
"Oh!" she squeaked excitedly. "I see that Beast Boy has tried to escape, perhaps a punishment is in-"
Rita placed a sympathetic hand on Starfire's shoulder. The alien turned to her, and Rita smiled sadly and shook her head. Starfire's excitement subsided as they both took a seat around the kitchen table. Beast Boy was suspicious. It had been a persuasive display, but it felt like just that; a display. A fake, to lull him into a false sense of security when they both forced themselves on him in a minute, as part of his real punishment. Raven sat down at the table and encouraged all other parties to join her. Beast Boy did, eyeing them all with suspicion, and carefully not saying a word.
"… Alright, so first of all," Raven began, correctly deducing that she would probably make the best chairperson for the discussion, "I want everyone to be on the same page; this is a safe place for Beast Boy to talk, to express himself, to say whatever he wants, and we will not react, or hold it against him, or even refer in the future to anything that was said here, if he doesn't want us to, okay?" She looked at all three of them, even though she was clearly speaking primarily to one.
"… Why are you pretending that you care, all of a sudden?" Beast Boy asked, quietly but suspiciously. Justifiably so. Raven didn't have an immediate answer, so she moved onto the topic that she knew would be quick to get the conversation rolling.
"… Beast Boy," Raven gave him the chance he had been dying for. "I think that there's something you've been wanting to tell Rita." He glanced at her in mild surprise, and even more suspicion. Every chance he had, he had been interrupted, or she had refused to listen; by now, he wasn't sure if she would even believe him. It was his word against theirs, and the word of a pervert who apparently wanted to eat his Mom's ass probably didn't count for much. He looked at Rita too, only to see that she was smiling, patient and encouraging, waiting for him to take the chance that he had been waiting for to get this all out in the open. Now that it was finally here, he didn't know how to begin.
"I… okay, Mom, there's… there's a lot. I-I don't even know where to start-"
"Why not start with the biggest thing, and work backwards from there?" she coaxed gently in a far more soothing voice than you would expect from someone who had, five hours prior, forced him to lie down sideways on the couch so that all three women present could rub their bare asses on his body while watching television. And she had taken his head this time.
Beast Boy took a deep breath. "Ok. Well… I never sent you those messages. It wasn't me, it was Raven. She set up that whole… dark room thing." Anger burned in his eyes for a second as he spoke, but it was a surprisingly low amount, all things considered. Beast Boy expected Elasti-Girl to be upset, to scream, maybe even to attack the empath in disgust-fuelled rage. But she simply nodded, as if waiting for him to continue. So he did. "I had pulled some immature pranks, so Raven wanted to get back at me, and… she did that by tricking me and you into that room, and making sure that we would both…" he trailed off, not wanting to say it.
He had been expecting gasps, cries, and righteous outrage from his mother, and yet… nothing. His eyes narrowed, suspicious that this was all just yet another ploy to humiliate him. "… So, when you came to my bedroom that night, and said all that stuff about how you were willing to 'give me what I wanted', then… I didn't want it. You were my Mom- ARE my Mom," he explained, waiting for the response that never came. When Rita continued to just accept what he was saying, he glared at Raven and Starfire in confusion. Was Raven using some kind of mental trick on his mother? Rita eventually sensed his uncertainty, and dropped a bombshell confession of her own.
"I know, Garfield."
Time seemed to freeze. There were a million different explanations, and all of them were horrible.
"You know?!" he half-shouted, half-accused in betrayal. "Since when?" If Rita had known this before the misunderstanding in Raven's darkened room, then he was going to run as far away from them all as possible… as soon as he had finished throwing up.
"Yesterday evening," Rita answered plainly. "Raven explained things to me then."
A lot had happened since yesterday evening. He did recall a moment when he had been alone with Starfire; in the gym, Raven having long-since prodded his mind and discovered his dream of being dominated, and Starfire was only too happy to oblige, spotting increasingly heavy weights while lowering herself on and off of Beast Boy's face, her ass growing sweatier and heavier with every rep. Raven and Rita had both been unaccounted for at that time. But, if Rita had found out, then why hadn't she intervened?
"I- you… explained?!" Beast Boy stammered in response. He had to imagine that the 'explanation' had been awkward and that she had been furious on his behalf, so why was she sitting so calmly, revealing this as if she had been commenting on the weather? "So- so let me get this straight. Yesterday evening, Raven explained to you that I was not sexually attracted to you, and immediately after this, you went to my room and still made me sleep with my tongue inside of your ass?" The fury in his voice was evident. Rita at least had the decency to look slightly ashamed, albeit the fact that it was only slight just made Beast Boy angrier and more disappointed in her.
"… Yes. I did," Rita admitted. "And… I had two reasons for doing it. I believe that Raven would do a better job of explaining the second, but for my part – and… I know that you might find this hard to believe, but I am sorry for my part – then, I suppose I could best explain by…" she sighed, shaking her head. "You can't un-ring a bell, Garfield."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, curiosity drowned out by suspicion.
"It means that…" Rita took a deep breath. This would not be an easy thing to explain, and she knew it. "Regardless of the circumstances, I was sincerely led to believe that you were sexually attracted to me. And in order to deal with those circumstances, I forced myself to see you in a new light. I forced myself to stop seeing you as the surrogate son I raised and who may as well be a blood relative to me… and I started to see you as the sexually active young man you were becoming. It was the only way to process what I thought about you at the time, and…"
Rita sighed and rolled her eyes in frustration, knowing that there was no way to explain this that he wouldn't hate to hear. "And also, after that first night together in your room, then it was impossible to go back to seeing you the same way I used to, because… frankly, I think that you might be the most talented person in the entire world at eating ass." Beast Boy grimaced. Rita had been right; he had hated hearing that from his mother.
"… Is that it?" Beast Boy answered, his nausea hidden by how unimpressed he was. "You see me differently and you're horny, so that makes it okay to sexually assault your own son?"
Rita knew that he was glaring at her something fierce, and she couldn't bring herself to return his gaze. "… That's where Raven's part of the explanation comes in."
"Oh, this should be something." Beast Boy reclined in his seat in clear dissatisfaction. "Alright Raven, go ahead. Explain away why it's fine that you three have been all-but raping me for five days." They all winced at his use of that particular word, although, much like everything that Beast Boy was finally getting off of his chest, they could hardly deny the validity of his phrasing.
"… Before I begin," Raven spoke rather meekly and mousily, "Then I would like to elaborate on something that may put you at ease." She noticed that Beast Boy's expression didn't soften at all. "Or it may not," she conceded. "I just want you to know that… when I did tell Rita what had happened, and before I got the chance to fully explain myself, then…" Raven smiled fondly, "she was absolutely furious on your behalf, Beast Boy. Completely livid," she chuckled to herself, seemingly proud of Rita for defending her son… which of course, he had coincidentally not been privy to, and he only had the word of Raven to confirm that it had even happened. "I had to explain quickly because I thought she was really going to try to kill me."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," Rita reassured the younger woman. "But yes, I certainly… lost my temper," she explained diplomatically to her son. Beast Boy wasn't sure if he believed them. He wasn't sure what to believe at all any more.
"So… what did you tell her, then?" he asked, curious to know, but wary that he would almost certainly neither like nor accept the answer.
Raven sighed. "I'm an empath," she explained, telling Beast Boy something that he already knew. "That means that I can sense how others are feeling… even if they can't sense it themselves." She watched Beast Boy, trying to ascertain if her words were sinking in, or whether he was too angry to listen. Even for someone as skilled at reading people as she was, Raven found it very hard to tell.
"… That means that I am capable of sensing what someone may want… and the kind of person who they might wish to be… even if they themselves do not realise it."
Beast Boy snorted derisively, and she couldn't blame him. "Oh, let me guess, this is the part where you tell me that subconsciously, I want to have sex with my Mom, right? Is that your whole point, Sigmund Raven?"
She frowned, but reluctantly. Truth be told, she was mildly impressed that he knew who Sigmund Freud was. "No. Although I… no. But we'll come back to that."
"Oh, we sure will," Beast Boy answered quickly. Raven imagined that now that she had rebuilt his confidence to the point where he felt comfortably complaining about how he had been treated, there would be a lot of complaining ahead.
"… I can tell that you would prefer that I get to the point, so I will." Raven took a deep breath; not nervous, but uncertain if Beast Boy would take this revelation well, or if he would even believe her. She predicted not.
"You… want to be submissive. Really badly, actually." Raven had broken eye contact with him to deliver the statement, but glanced back at him, hoping against hope that he had somehow accepted it. He hadn't. He didn't look as though he had reacted at all; he probably didn't believe her, as expected.
She cleared her throat and continued. "Psychologically, I mean, you want to be… well, you crave domination. Your ideal partner is a strong, powerful woman, who you would be subservient to, and in response, she would accept and protect you. You want a woman to feel possessive of you, but… to the extent that she would also feel that she possesses you. You want to be… owned, I suppose." Beast Boy's nostrils flared, and Raven quickly clarified. "By a woman who obviously does still care very much for you, of course."
Beast Boy still said nothing, but eyed the other two women at the table. Starfire looked fascinated, and he doubted that Raven had run this by her before. Rita was smiling at him sadly, as if encouraging him to accept it. He still didn't trust either of them.
"So, you're saying that I want this?" Beast Boy asked, quietly and angrily.
Raven sighed. "Yes," she said bluntly. "I'm saying that on some level, you want me and Starfire to treat you like this. You want to be abu-"
The growl from Beast Boy's throat surprised them both, and Raven stopped. If Beast Boy had wanted to be a dominant partner, then she reflected that he may well have been surprisingly effective at it. She didn't know everything about Beast Boy's past, but she understood that actively using the word 'abuse' to describe something that he would enjoy, was probably not appropriate.
"… Sorry," she offered a rare apology. "But you want me and Starfire to use you, sexually. And in return, to protect you, and occasional reveal how affectionately we truly feel."
"I feel a great affection towards you, Beast Boy," Starfire quietly added. "I always have."
Beast Boy still didn't believe it, but he was sweating. There was just enough truth in what they were saying to make him begin to doubt himself. After all, he had been crushing on Raven ever since they met, and she was clearly a powerful, dominant woman. And those pranks? Had he been hoping for retribution? Beast Boy growled again and shook his head. No. Beast Boy had most definitely not wanted them to conspire to force him to go down on his mother. That was what he was confronting them about, and anything else they said was irrelevant.
Raven continued, not knowing whether he was taking this well, poorly, or not at all.
"It's not that surprising, when you consider. You have the entire animal kingdom inside of you. Aren't a lot of animals happier when they're domesticated?"
Beast Boy's eyes turned feral for a split-second, and his voice took on a dark edge that was far more intimidating than any of them – including Beast Boy – had expected.
"Raven," he spoke slowly and venomously, "Being reduced to someone's pet is my greatest fear."
Raven was nervous, but held her ground, slowly shaking her head.
"No. Your greatest fear is the possibility that if you were reduced to someone's pet, that you would enjoy it." She paused for a moment, hoping that the words were sinking in as she intended them. He certainly didn't look very receptive to the idea.
"I don't enjoy it," he insisted truthfully. Raven was now the one who was having trouble maintaining eye contact.
"That's because you're too afraid to let yourself try to enjoy it," she continued, hoping that she sounded diplomatic. "Like I said, you have the entire animal kingdom inside of you. That's a lot of pride to be carrying around with you."
Beast Boy folded his arms, clearly rejecting her thesis. "Alright, forget all of this. How does my Mom factor into this?"
"Right… well," Raven had been calmly professional for the entire conversation, but finally appeared to be getting nervous. "The Mom thing."
"'The Mom thing.'" Beast Boy repeated sarcastically. She let it slide.
"… First and foremost, a big element of it was just… revenge, and because – in an admittedly cruel way – it was… amusing." She didn't sound amused as she said it, and Beast Boy definitely didn't look amused hearing it. Raven wisely moved onto the second point.
"But the reason why I ended up going through it, was because… and there's no nice way to say this; it was supposed to break you."
Beast Boy didn't know whether to be offended by the statement or refreshed at her honesty. "Break me?"
"Break down your inhibitions, break down your pride," Raven explained. "Like I said, you truly do wish to be submissive, but you're far too proud to admit it." She quickly held her hands up, as if to show that she was not trying to offend him. "And that isn't a bad thing! You're not boastful or arrogant; if you weren't a closet-submissive then the pride you feel would be absolutely fine, but you are, and it's preventing you from realising it! Again, not uncommon, given the instincts that you must have inside of you." Beast Boy was quickly getting tired of Raven talking about his instincts as if she understood any of them.
"So… that's why…" he started and left hanging, very clearly not satisfied with her explanation.
"Yes," she answered. "I thought that after I tricked you into doing something so humiliating – so sexually humiliating, then… myself and Starfire would pick up the pieces, use you for a while, see how you settled in to your new… lifestyle-" she chose the word 'lifestyle' as a very diplomatic stand-in for his descent into sex-slavery, "-and hopefully, without those inhibitions, you would begin to realise that you actually enjoyed it." She dared to place one of her hands over his own, and he was too stunned to remove it. "So… this was for you, Beast Boy."
Recovering his senses, he yanked his hand away and looked at Raven in distrust and betrayal. "Oh, sure," he shot back, dripping in sarcasm. "All for me; and you two don't get anything at all out of this arrangement."
"No, I would get the cute, submissive boyfriend I've been pining after for the last few years," Raven admitted, once again shockingly blunt. "And Starfire would get a form of sexual relief from someone who was tough and strong enough to keep up with her Tamaranean physiology." She jerked her head towards her best friend as she spoke, and Starfire nodded, and then sighed.
"Human bodies are… so weak," Starfire added disappointedly.
An angry tear that Beast Boy had been holding back ran down his cheek. All three women looked saddened to see it, and that just made him angrier; to act as though they gave a shit when they had been the ones who had driven him to the edge, and were making excuses that this was all totally for his benefit.
"So- so it's just a crazy coincidence, huh?" he replied, accusatorily. "I just so happen to have the specific psychological profile, that justifies you tricking me into trying to fuck my Mom, so you two can swoop in and make me your sex-slave, right?" He moved to put his head in his hands for a moment, and then immediately changed his mind. "I-I mean, how am I supposed to believe you?! How the hell am I supposed to trust you, when you say that this was for me?"
"Garfield…" Rita spoke so softly, so fondly, that he couldn't understand how it could have come from the same woman who had spent the last five days in a state of constantly sexually assaulting him. "What she said… I-I thought that it sounded ridiculous! Until I remembered…" there were tears in her eyes. His narrowed considerably.
"Remembered what?"
Rita sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I think you were eight. We were the only two in the base, and you came into my bedroom at four or five in the morning. You said something about having had a nightmare, and asked if you could sleep with me. I said yes, but I was already asleep again by the time you'd climbed into bed."
Her smile grew, but it was… strange. Beast Boy took the words in, expecting them to be harsh and mocking, and instead, they were filled with nothing but love. "I woke up a few hours later, lying on my stomach, and I could feel something… off. And also, someone wouldn't stop giggling. And when I looked over my shoulder… you were lying, face-down in my bottom!" She sounded surprised, amused and nostalgic all at once. He expected Starfire or Raven to laugh at least, but they seemed content to just smile – like Rita, not mockingly, just enjoying the story.
"I was horrified, of course! But you just giggled, and when I asked you what you were doing, you said…" she paused, trying to recall the exact words used and the cadence of their deliver. "Your butt is so giant and soft, Mom. It makes the best pillow."
Beast Boy knew that she was lying. She must have been lying, because he couldn't remember it. I mean… sure, he could vaguely recall something about going to Rita's bed one night, seeking comfort following a nightmare. And maybe at some point he had accidentally ended up resting his head on her butt, but it would have been just that; an accident! Sure, now that he could remember that night more clearly, he thought that he could possibly recall seeking Rita's gigantic butt under her nightdress, and… willingly lifting it up so that he could rest his innocent little cheeks against her big bad ones. But that didn't- it didn't… mean…
"And-and I warned you; I didn't want to be too explicit or anything, but I said something like 'Garfield, you don't want to get too close to Mommy's stinky butt. I could have rolled over and squashed you.' And-and you said…" the nerves were getting to Rita. This had been the moment that she had recalled while hearing out Raven's explanation that had caused her to believe that the empath was telling the truth.
"I don't think that you liked that I called it 'stinky', because," she covered her mouth to giggle, but tears were falling from her eyes as well, and not from amusement. Was it remorse? Did she regret missing the signs all those years ago? Would Beast Boy have been happier if she had caught them earlier? "… well, you stuck your little head in my butt and just started to rub your face on it!" She spoke as if it was a heartwarming recollection. Beast Boy didn't know how to respond. "And when I told you to stop, I… was reckless with my words. I said something like "Garfield! Get out of there, you're not Mommy's butt-slave or anything!" And then you giggled, pulled your head out, and… and said-" Rita took a deep breath.
"I don't mind being Mommy's butt-slave! Mommy makes me feel safe, and keeps the nightmares away."
More tears streamed down Rita's face. Beast Boy was slowly recalling these events, certain that they could not have happened in the way that she was describing, and yet… he couldn't yet identify anything that he was absolutely certain had not happened in the exact way that she had said. The implication was clear though; deep down, truly, sincerely… Rita believed that Beast Boy really did want to be a submissive little slave to a powerful woman who would protect him. Which was why she was seemingly on board with what Raven had done.
Desperately trying to avoid asking himself that all-important question – did he deep-down want to be a sex-slave for these dominant beauties? – Beast Boy changed gears, and asked the other question that had been burning in his mind since the conversation first began.
"… What I don't understand," muttered Beast Boy darkly, "is where all of this… 'Oh, Beast Boy, we care about you, we want you to feel better!' crap is coming from." Yet again, Raven had to admit that he had a salient point. "Where the hell was this when you were all making me sleep with my tongue inside of your assholes?"
"Tonight was different," Raven answered truthfully.
"Different how?" he spat back at her.
"You were crying."
Beast Boy was stunned for a moment, by the sincerity with which she spoke… and the completely illogical argument that she was making.
"I… excuse me? I have spent the last five days of my life crying! I'm surprised I'm not dehydrated!"
"Then you were crying in panic and humiliation. Not in sadness. It's an extension of the submission, and…" Raven rubbed her arm in slight remorse, "while I could have intervened sooner, then frankly… it's a huge turn-on."
"She's right, you know," Rita chimed in, and Beast Boy visibly cringed. He could definitely have gone without hearing his mother explain that him crying in fear was sexually arousing to her. Trying to completely ignore that information, Beast Boy continued.
"I was afraid tonight, though. I'm still afraid. Hell, I'll probably always be afraid of you three… fucking harpies!" he spat, regaining the confidence he had lost over the last four days.
"Yes, but it was more than that," Raven answered quietly, as if trying to counterbalance his rage with her calm. "Tonight, you were crying in despair. And none of us want that. No matter the circumstance. We…" she knew that he wouldn't believe him, but she said it anyway. "We care about you, Beast Boy."
He took it about as well as she expected.
"You care about me?!" he replied incredulously. "You care about me so much that it took you five days to bother explaining to me, why you thought it was okay to turn me into an ass-eating slave, and make me go down on my Mom?"
Raven flinched. "As I said, we were hoping that you would realise that you found enjoyment in it. We were clearly wrong," she admitted.
"Wrong about me enjoying it?" Beast Boy requested clarification.
"… Wrong about realising it," Raven answered, causing the outraged boy to scoff and roll his eyes. Raven struck the table with her hand, not loud, not forceful, but just as a way to get his attention as she worked up the nerve to ask him the killer question. The matter which, if she confronted him correctly, could change his worldview for the better forever.
"Beast Boy," Raven sounded calm and yet nervous, as she delivered the question that he had never considered. "Did you ever… try to enjoy it?"
As soon as he heard it, it lodged firmly in his mind and he knew that it was going to stick. Which was why he tried to adamantly to repel it.
"Oh, gee Raven, did I ever try to enjoy sleeping with my tongue up my Mom's asshole? Hmm, let me think… no, I didn't. Guess it's my fault for not giving it a fair shot, hmm?"
She couldn't return his hateful gaze, but she continued to speak calmly.
"You're using sarcasm to deflect because that question has struck a nerve. Because you're considering if you would have enjoyed it if you had actually tried to-"
"Shut up!" Beast Boy roared. She paused for a moment.
"I can sense your anger. I can sense your fear. And I know where they come from and where they're directed. You're scared, Beast Boy." She raised her head and looked him in the eyes. "You're afraid that what I'm saying is true. You're afraid that you would enjoy-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" he roared back, and Raven obliged. For a moment.
"… I have proof."
Beast Boy's eyes narrowed. On the one hand, she couldn't have had proof that she was right, because she just wasn't. The idea that he would be happy as a slave to their asses was completely ridiculous. So she could show him whatever 'proof' she had, and he could explain to her why it was wrong. On the other hand… what if there was nothing in the proof that actually did make it wrong? What if they were right, what if he-
He shook the thought angrily out of his head. "What 'proof'?" he asked sarcastically.
Raven averted her gaze. "I can understand if you wouldn't want to see it, though."
"What proof?" he repeated.
She turned back to face him. "I was… watching the footage again. The security camera in your room. The first night that… well, I'm sure you remember the position that…" she trailed off, not wanting to upset him, but unaware exactly how to state that she was sure he must have remembered that Rita had forced him to sleep with his tongue inside of her sweaty, flavourful ass for several hours. "Obviously, your expression during this time was… unhappy, from what I could tell." Beast Boy had no idea where she was going with this, but he was getting impatient.
"So… an hour or so goes by, and you've somehow managed to fall asleep, and Rita rolls… half onto her side. Your tongue is… um-" she didn't need to say it. His tongue was still trapped inside his mother's butthole at the time. "Well, you know where your tongue is. But when she moves, it's possible to make out your expression, and… you're smiling."
Beast Boy's face fell for a second, before it was replaced with a frown, sure that she was lying.
"I-I would understand if you thought that I was lying," Raven quickly elaborated, "which is why I can show you. But… I understand that you might not want to see it."
"… That wouldn't even prove anything," Beast Boy replied quickly, and defensively. "What, so for a split-second in a dream, I-"
"Beast Boy," Raven interrupted firmly, "I don't need to remind you where your tongue was. There is a zero percent chance that you would be having a good dream, unless on some level, you were enjoying…" she trailed off again.
Beast Boy folded his arms again, unimpressed. "So that's it? I smiled once on a security camera? And- and you even said that it was just after she rolled onto her side, maybe I was just happy not to be smothered so much!" he rationalized, more to himself than to her.
But then, to Beast Boy's surprise, she dropped that line of questioning entirely, and asked him the one question that he couldn't easily answer.
"If you didn't enjoy it, then can I ask you something?" He didn't give permission, but he didn't protest either.
"Why didn't you just transform?"
The question was so shocking to him that he couldn't even feel anger, only surprise.
"Why didn't you transform into something else and just… leave? Or at least, get out of that bed, if you hated it so much?" Beast Boy could feel his face turning red, and tried to pretend that it was from anger, and not at all shame from the question which raised a valid point regarding his lack of effort to meaningfully escape from tonguing his mother's ass.
"I was… preoccupied," he explained in embarrassment. "I can't transform if I'm distracted, and having your-" he didn't want to finish that sentence. "Well, needless to say… I was very distracted."
"Doesn't that seem a little convenient?" Raven asked softly. Beast Boy's frown deepened, but once again he let her continue, or rather, she continued anyway. "Oh, I wish I could get away from my Mom's butt, but I'm just too distracted, so I can't! Guess I have no choice but to stay here all night, submitting to her, like a good little boy." She hadn't even phrased it in a mocking voice, which only made it feel more mocking.
"… I was distracted!" he repeated defensively.
"Beast Boy!" Raven raised her voice to respond. "I have seen you transform in an instant in life-or-death situations without even thinking. When we're in a fight and we need your help, you are honestly one of the most focussed individuals I've ever met!" She placed her hand over his own, and he hesitated to pull it away. "Are you seriously telling me that Rita's ass is more distracting to you than the prospect of dying?"
Beast Boy couldn't answer her. But she couldn't be right. She just couldn't be.
"I don't believe you," he muttered.
"I think that you're not letting yourself believe me," Raven countered. "I think that you recognize the validity in what I have to say, and you're denying it."
"I'm not in denial!" he denied. "I just don't trust anything that you have to say to me."
"Garfield, please," Rita interjected. "Listen to what she has to say. I didn't believe it at first too, but-"
"You, just stop talking!" he snapped at his mother, surprising her with his assertiveness, and his disregard. "And don't call me that! Don't… don't talk to me like we're family. If we're family then this is all much, much worse."
Rita went pale. It was clear that his words had taken effect, and that she knew that there was some merit to them. "But… I'm your mother, Garfield."
"If you are my mother," he found himself raising his voice, and all of the anger, all of the wounded pride, every doubt and insecurity and ounce of rage that had been subdued by night after night of sobbing and eating ass bubbled up and exploded out of him, "then you are the worst mother in the world!"
His words hit home. He watched her heart break the instant that he said them; not just said them, but meant them. As tears quickly began to spill down her cheeks and she quietly began to sob, he got up from the table and looked away. He didn't want to see his mother- no, she wasn't that to him anymore. But he still didn't want to see her crying. But he couldn't take it back or apologize either. "Oh Rita, I'm so sorry for snapping at you, I was just on edge because you've spent the last five days using me as a sex-slave." He couldn't take it back, but he couldn't bring himself to bear the repercussions. And so he began to leave.
Raven didn't stop him. Starfire didn't stop him. Rita raised an arm, opened her mouth to plead for him to come back, and stopped. When he reached the door, he paused.
"… I'm going to my room," he sounded tired, and frustrated, and… still-broken. "I would like to go to sleep. And I would like to be by myself. And I would like to know that I won't be interrupted, or molested, by my supposed-friend, my supposed-girlfriend, and…" he didn't even know what to call Rita. "So if you three… superheroes-" the word was dripping in sarcasm and venom, "-could find it in your hearts not to try to sexually assault me in my sleep, then I would appreciate it." He paused. "Except not really, because the fact that I even have to ask that is…" Beast Boy had never been good with words, and his depressed rage wasn't exactly helping. And so he summarized his feelings in one short phrase instead.
"You all suck."
The door closed behind him, and he walked despondently to his room, trying to ignore the sounds of Rita's unstoppable sobbing. He tried to drown it out, but the only other sounds in the tower were Raven and Starfire trying to comfort the woman who had just been practically disowned by her son. At first they tried to assure her that he didn't mean it, or that he would feel better in the morning, or that it was just something he had needed to get off of his chest. When their words were of no use, they simply resorted to apologizing for getting her into this situation to begin with. Beast Boy could hear every single tear falling from his mother- no, Rita's face, and he cursed his heightened senses more than he ever had before.
…
No, not more than ever before, he corrected himself. He had spent the last five days sleeping with his face and tongue pressed into a woman's ass. There was- there was definitely no contest that this wasn't as bad as that. Even though it… certainly felt like it. But that would mean that stupid Raven's stupid theory about his stupid submissiveness may have had a leg to stand on, and that wasn't true. He knew that it wasn't true, because if it was true, then… that would have been embarrassing, right? Maybe not if it had just been Raven and Starfire, and maybe if they had made it clearer from the beginning that they did care about him, and maybe-
No! He shook his head again, trying to shake the rationalisations out of his brain. They were wrong and it was bad and Rita and the others deserved to be crying right now, which he was reasonably sure that they were. He arrived at his bedroom and opened the door.
He collapsed face-down onto the bed, and immediately felt the stress dissipate as he felt warm, and safe, and protected. That was a bit odd; while he had always enjoyed his rest, the simple act of going to bed didn't usually make him feel like that. He wondered if anything was different, before-
…
Of course. His bed smelt like her. His bed smelt like Rita. And while he would never forget the unique scent of her asshole, then the unique scent of her was also… memorable to him. He felt a tear run down his cheek before he realised that he had even started to cry. He wanted to let himself be consumed by rage, to flip the bed over and refuse to even entertain the notion of sleeping in a bed that smelled like her. But he was tired. Not just physically tired, but tired of lying to himself. And so, accepting that he found safety and security in the smell of her, he quickly drifted off to sleep, the storm continuing to rage internally.
Not that he wanted to admit it, but it was the worst night of sleep that he'd had in the last five days.
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Beast Boy awoke with a dumb smile on his face. He was beginning to get used to waking up confused and afraid and… under very cramped and sweaty circumstances. It took Beast Boy a second to remember why he had gotten used to waking up like that, and then another second to remember why he currently wasn't waking up like that.
With Rita's scent still all over his bed, he was too tired to pretend that he didn't enjoy it, and took a deep breath near the pillow before making his way to his feet. He didn't know what the day would bring, but it seemed like he had finally gotten through to Raven and Starfire that he was not enjoying this, no matter what silly theories Raven had. He felt a huge sense of relief as he realised that he was finally going to be able to have a shower by himself again for the first time in a while. Stripping off, he stepped into the tub, turned on the shower, and began to relax under the hot water. Glancing down, he was embarrassed to notice that, as so frequently happened, he had a bad case of morning wood. No matter, he was sure that someone would shortly notice and-
Beast Boy froze in the shower, feeling a little disgusted at himself for the thought that had just crossed his mind. Reasoning with himself that it didn't count because he never completed the thought, he finished his shower quickly, leaving his… morning surprise to go down by itself, and put on a fresh jumpsuit. His last one stank of sweat, very little of which had been his.
It was only when he was about to leave that he noticed the envelope that had been slipped under his door. It had not been signed or addressed to anyone. Beast Boy cautiously picked it up, opened the letter, and began to read.
"Dear Gar- Beast Boy," it was hard not to notice the tear marks over where she had written his real name and then scribbled it out.
"I don't think that it is helpful to you for me to be around at the moment. I am deeply sorry for what I have done, and although I have no right to expect your forgiveness, my greatest hope is that one day I am able to see you again, so that I may tell you in person how sorry I am. Being able to play a part in shaping you into the man you have become has always been my proudest accomplishment. I'm sorry that it went so wrong, through no fault of your own. I understand that even if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, you may not wish to ever see me again, and I deserve that for betraying your trust. I am truly, wholly sorry, and wish you nothing but the best.
Raven, Starfire, it was lovely to meet you. Please protect Garfield for me. He is a very vulnerable and wonderful young man.
All my love, Rita." Underneath, so soaked in tears that it was almost illegible, she had written one more word.
"Mom"
His own tears began to fall onto the letter before he realised that he was crying. And he didn't know why. It was… good that she was gone, right? No more nights spent in fear that Raven would force him to do horrible things to his mother's ass. No more of that sadistic smirk as she enjoyed watching his teammates take advantage of him. Although even then, there had been some concern behind it. There always had been.
For the very first time, Beast Boy actually imagined Rita's point of view on the day of… the incident. She had thought that her own adopted son had schemed underhandedly – across almost a week – to fuck her. She had kissed him, allowed him to play with her tits, taught him how to eat pussy, and had given him encouragement when he ate her ass too. She had even put the condom on for him. While Beast Boy very much had been the victim of repeated sexual assaults at the hands of Raven and Starfire, and Rita too, then from her point of view, he had done that to her first.
And yet… she had come to his room that night. Explained how she felt, and… his heart sank as he realised, for the first time, that she had thought that she was genuinely doing something nice. Sacrificing her dignity and ignoring her reservations in order to give him what he wanted. He paused and shook his head. What she thought he wanted, obviously.
Even when she had discussed how he needed to be 'punished', then her idea of punishment had just been something that he'd li- that she'd thought he liked, he corrected himself again. From her point of view at least… she certainly must have thought that he enjoyed eating her asshole. And while her discussion with Raven the following morning had been nothing but a ploy on the part of his 'girlfriend' to join in the fun, then what had Rita done when she had discovered that they were dating? According to her, she had persuaded Raven not to dump him. That was…
"Good morning, Beast Boy," Raven said cautiously as he entered the Common Room. He had been walking there while thinking. He had stopped crying at least, but there was still a tear on his cheek, which she noticed. "Are you ok?" she asked in concern. "Starfire got up early to make you waffles, they're in the fridge if you-"
Unable to form the words, Beast Boy just took a seat next to Raven silently and handed her the letter. He didn't turn to look at her reaction, but in his peripheral vision he could see the surprise, followed by the sadness, followed by understanding. And then, just like last night, he felt her placing a hand on his shoulder. This time, he didn't fight it.
"… Hey," she murmured. "Don't… don't blame yourself for this, okay? It's not your fault, it's ours. It's entirely ours. You shouldn't have to…"
She was telling the truth. She didn't have to, but she was telling the truth. She could have easily slapped him, cursed him out for driving away one of their playmates, forced him onto the ground and face-fucked him into submission as punishment. He wouldn't have been able to resist, and it would have fed into the power fantasies that she had made so clear by now that she greatly enjoyed.
And if Raven was telling the truth about this, then… what else was she telling the truth about?
Starfire joined them, reading the letter and shedding a tear of her own while Raven continued to comfort Beast Boy. He swore he could even make out a few words regarding a possible transfer to Titans East – for him or for her – if he no longer felt comfortable around her. She.. really did seem sincere.
Beast Boy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and accepted the truth. All of it. But he didn't have time to think about it now. There was something else, much more important that he needed to do. Something with a pressing time limit.
"Raven?" he interrupted calmly. She had been in the middle of a sentence, but nodded.
"Do you know what airport Rita- no… Mom was heading for?" Jump City didn't have its own airport, but it was close enough to four others that could all be reached within a one-to-three hours bus journey. If Rita hadn't left that early…
There was a pause, and Raven smiled in pride and relief at Beast Boy's obvious intentions. But it was also a smile of remorse, because…
"No. I'm sorry. I didn't see her before she… I'm sorry. But it's sweet of you to try."
Behind them both, Starfire let out an 'Eep!' of surprise, grabbing both of their attention.
"… Well," she hesitated, "I do not know for sure if this is the airport that she is departing from, but she did mention to me the airport that she arrived at. So…"
Beast Boy listened to what Starfire had to say, and before Raven could even offer to teleport them there in a few minutes – she would need to learn the general location first – then a green eagle began to streak through the sky out of the tower's broken window. By sheer coincidence, it was the same window that was still broken in the aftermath of him stealing Raven's panties out of her laundry.
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Rita had made a deal with herself; if she could hold in her tears all the way through check-in, she'd let herself run to the bathroom and cry for five minutes before heading to her boarding gate. Then, she just had to cross the runway and get on the plane, and she would allow herself to sob in the window seat for the entire duration of the flight. She didn't want to make the other passengers feel uncomfortable.
The loudspeaker in the boarding gate lounge announced that her plane (she had bought a ticket for the first one that was leaving and had any availability) had arrived and passengers were now welcome to board. The cold wind froze the lingering tears on her cheeks as she exited the terminal. She wasn't the only one flying alone, but there were plenty of families there too. Mothers with their children. Children who loved them. Probably because their mothers had never betrayed them.
She wondered if she should look back at Jump City one last time before she left, and was surprised to realise that she wasn't tempted to at all. Why would she want to look back at the wasteland she had left? At the very least, she hoped that he would still be able to find happiness here.
"… Mom!"
Oh God, one of the other young men boarding the plane even sounded like him. She didn't want to look back, because if the stranger resembled him even slightly, she knew that she would break down crying before even making it to her seat. This was why she had wanted to be near the front of the line.
"Mom, stop!"
As tears and snot started to leak, Rita grabbed a few tissues out of her pocket, blew her nose and tried her best to dry her eyes. She was almost at the top of the stairway leading into the plane, almost-
"Rita! Please, stop!"
By some coincidence, the young man's mother was also named Rita. How unfortunate for her, that-
She paused. It couldn't have been Garfield. It couldn't. Why on earth would he have come? Was it to make sure that she was leaving? Did he want to give her one last telling-off before she left his life for good?
Rita Farr shakily turned around and saw her son, standing at the foot of the stairs. He was shaking too, but he didn't look angry. He looked nervous, and… sad. And against all odds, as if he was… relieved to have caught her in time.
"Hello… Beast Boy," she said, trying to hold back all of her emotions. If he had just come to see her off, and she made a scene, then that would have been embarrassing to him. She thought that she had embarrassed him enough by this point.
"No," he cut in before she could continue. "Not Beast Boy." He stared into her eyes, seeking the compassion and warmth that had soothed him for years, no matter how far apart they had ever been. "Garfield." He sounded as sad as she felt. What he was saying didn't help; he could have easily been about to publicly accuse her of the betrayal that she had committed when she had used him in… that way.
"… Well then," Rita was struggling to restrain herself. "Garfield. I… was hoping to leave without causing a-"
"Don't," he interrupted again. "Don't leave." Her heart soared, although she suppressed it.
"Bea- Garfield, I think that it would be for the best if-"
"I want you to stay," he sniffed as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I want you to stay with me." A tear rolled down her cheek as soon as she heard the words, and she lost the battle to hide the storm of emotions within. He was losing too, but having known – hoped, even – that he could have this conversation with her, had made him just slightly more prepared to speak.
"I'm… so scared, and confused, and… ashamed, and… it's all so strong and I don't know how I feel, and I don't know how I should feel, or how I want to feel, but…" he wiped his eyes, "If you were gone, then I would still feel that way. Only, it would be worse. Because I wouldn't have my Mom with me." He smiled through the tears. "My Mom… who loves me no matter what."
Rita had been so sure that leaving had been the right thing to do – and still was – but by God he was making it hard. Logic dictated that her appearance had caused him no shortage of emotional and psychological trauma, and yet… when she had mistakenly thought that he was sexually attracted to her, then she had downed a bottle of wine, put her trepidations aside, and let him eat out her pussy. If she was willing to do that for him, but not stick around, then… what kind of mother was she? Rita shook her head shamefully. She knew exactly what kind of mother she was; the kind who fucked her son. She was getting on the plane, and that was that.
"… Thank you, Garfield. Truly. Your forgiveness means so much to me. But I-"
"I love you," he announced, and the dam broke. A stream of tears poured out of Elasti-Girl's eyes as she tried to pretend that she hadn't heard him. "I love you… Mom."
That was enough.
Rita pushed her way back through the line of passengers, ran down the stairs, and embraced her adopted son in a hug so tight and warm that she hoped that it conveyed just how much she loved him. She barely even realised that the crowd of onlookers around them both, watching in confusion, had suddenly burst into a huge round of applause at this seemingly emotional reunion.
"Please stay," Beast Boy mumbled into her shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around one of his favourite people in the whole world.
"Oh, Gar…" Rita stroked the back of his head. "Of course I'll stay."
Beast Boy pulled back, so overwhelmingly happy that he couldn't contain his excitement or gratitude, and leaped forwards to kiss her on the lips. Rita was surprised, but accepted and returned it… at least, until she remembered that there was a crowd of people around them. Breaking off the kiss just quickly enough to make it look as if it had been entirely platonic, she returned several kisses to his cheek, soaking in the feelings of his love and acceptance.
"And-and…" the words were simultaneously bursting out from him, but he was also struggling to say them. "I… I want to try, Mom." She looked back at him in overwhelming fondness, but just a touch of confusion. "I… want to try to enjoy it." His words sank in, and Rita almost felt guilty. Just moments ago she had been ripping herself to shreds internally for the betrayal she had delivered him when she continued with her 'activities', and now he was openly stating that he wanted to continue them too?
"Are you sure?" she whispered back in concern.
Beast Boy laughed and shook his head. "No, not even a little bit. But… Raven's a lot smarter than I am. What if she was right?" He buried his head in Rita's shoulder again as they embraced tightly. Rita felt that nothing at all could ruin this perfect moment.
Beast Boy leaned back again, just enough to excitedly stammer. "A-and I mean like… really try, Mom. Like, I don't even care if you want me to keep sleeping with my tongue in your butthole, I really-"
…
He hadn't exactly screamed it, but it had definitely been audible.
…
"WAIT, WHAT DID HE SAY?" someone in the crowd shouted.
Rita turned bright red and raised an embarrassed hand to her cheek. Beast Boy had completely forgotten that they had company, and the mood of the masses changed dramatically. Several people shrieked, mothers covered their children's ears while looking at Rita in disgust, while the occasional man looked from Beast Boy to Rita and thought, "… Yeah, understandable," to themselves. One melodramatic old lady holding a pair of opera glasses let out an exaggerated cry and fainted to the ground in a heap. An air stewardess was throwing up by the wheels of the plane. Someone was on the phone to the head of the security team.
"HE'S ADOPTED, THEY'RE NOT ACTUALLY RELATED!" a loud but calm voice echoed over the scene as Raven rose from a portal in the ground. Beast Boy suddenly realised that he was happy that she was there; such a feeling would have been unthinkable just a few days ago.
The empath turned to Beast Boy and grimaced. "See? This is what happens when I let you try to do things by yourself…"
"He's… he's adopted?" someone in the crowd shouted, and Raven turned back to them, irritated that they were interrupting what she assumed had been a heartfelt moment.
"Yes, no blood relation. So-"
"I mean… that's still pretty disgusting! He still calls her 'mother' and 'Mom', so clearly he sees her as-"
Raven sighed and raised a hand coated in dark energy. The entire crowd, airport staff, and anyone in the vicinity who was not Beast Boy, Elasti-Girl or Raven immediately fell unconscious. She returned her attention to the happy couple, as it were.
"Memory-wipe. They'll be up in five minutes with no recollection of what they saw."
"Whoa…" muttered Beast Boy, impressed by her powers, before suddenly frowning. "WAIT! Does that mean that this entire time, you could've just wiped the memory of making me eat my Mom's ass?"
Raven half-heartedly shrugged. "Sure. But…" she approached him ambivalently, and he was afraid that she was about to strike him again, which she did. With her lips, against his cheek. "Then you wouldn't have become the man you are today."
Beast Boy didn't entirely know what that meant, and while he felt that 'helping him on the journey to become who he was meant to be' certainly sounded positive, it didn't change the fact that… she had tricked him into eating his Mom's pussy, sticking his tongue up her ass, and then relished the opportunity to turn him into a sex-slave shared between the two.
"Hey, I'm certainly not expecting you to thank me or anything," Raven answered in advance, "I think that it's pretty clear that I had my own motives for doing this too." Her gaze on Beast Boy seemed to intensify again, and he took a step back, clutching Rita harder. The realisation that he was relying on his mother for strength and protection once more filled him with an insurmountable relief and joy, and she realised it too, squeezing him tightly in another hug, while peppering his cheek with kisses.
"So… are you really staying?" he asked, clearly excited and nervous. Rita didn't feel as though she deserved that reaction.
"I… are you really sure that you want me to stay?" she asked uncertainly.
Beast Boy had to stand on his tippy-toes, but he wrapped his arms around Rita's shoulders, pulled her face down to his level, and planted a strong, firm, and thoroughly terrified kiss onto her lips. He was right; they did taste of strawberries. For once, she was the alarmed one, unsure if it was appropriate for her to be kissing her 'son' in such a way… which she supposed was hypocritical, giving the extreme amounts of cunnilingus and analingus she had forced onto him. But while the kiss did feel romantic, it didn't feel so in a sexual way. He just… loved her, that was all. And although the way in which he loved her had changed recently, what hadn't changed was that… he loved her.
Beast Boy broke the kiss, looking just as flustered as she did. "It's just like you said. If you can't un-ring a bell, then…" he shifted his feet awkwardly from side to side, "you might as well keep ringing it."
Raven was overjoyed to see Beast Boy and Rita reconcile, relieved that she hadn't ruined one of the most important relationships in his life. But she was not so overjoyed that she couldn't afford a sarcastic clap while looking at them both in each other's arms.
"… Wow, kissing another woman in front of your girlfriend? Rude," Raven snarked, and while Beast Boy recognized the sarcasm and smiled, Rita looked genuinely shocked for a moment.
"Oh! My goodness Raven, I didn't even realise, I'm so-"
Raven held up her palm, and smiled. "No, it's fine. I… well, I guess we're a throuple now."
Beast Boy blushed, but in confusion rather than shame and discomfort. It felt rather nice to blush for a good reason for once. "Um… what's a throuple?"
Rita and Raven both stared at him in disbelief, but fondly. "God, I really did shelter you, didn't I?" Rita smiled warmly at him. "How on earth did someone as innocent as you get so good at eating pussy?" Beast Boy still blushed at hearing his mother use such language, but for the first time, there was the slightest feeling of pride at hearing this compliment.
"I told you, he's a submissive," Raven calmly explained with a smile, except rather than cruel or sinister, it was now rather warm as well. "What sets him apart from the others is that he's not going down on you so that you'll go down on him in return. He's doing it because he genuinely wants to do the best job he can of satisfying you." That also made Beast Boy blush in a way that made him feel embarrassed, and yet the tiniest bit flattered.
"Well," Raven started, "As lovely as this moment is," she only sounded slightly sarcastic, which Beast Boy and Rita both supposed was just an effect of her natural voice, "we should probably head back to the tower. Starfire told me that if we didn't let her know that we'd caught up to you, she was going to start calling in bomb threats to keep the planes from taking off."
Beast Boy and Rita both laughed at this obvious joke. Raven didn't laugh. Their faces slowly fell.
"… Oh," Rita murmured in shock. "… We should probably get back, then."
Raven began to focus. "I can teleport all three of us back, or I could fly you back on a disc." She hesitated and then sighed, cursing her sappy, sentimental side. "If we took the disc, then it might take a little longer. We'd have to fly quite high, and it would be cold, so… the two of you would probably need to cuddle up to each other for warmth."
"Oh, that sounds rather lovely." "DISC PLEASE!" Rita and Beast Boy responded in unison. Raven shook her head, but never stopped smiling as she summoned a thin black circle, and in no time at all, the three of them were zooming through the sky.
…
Five minutes later, the crowd awoke, unsure why they had all coincidentally taken a nap at the same time while boarding their plane. Still, they weren't too far behind schedule, so they were prepared for take-off in no time. The only issue was the old lady who had fainted before Raven had memory-wiped everyone, who was screaming some filthy rumours about the green boy from the Titans, who had apparently come to the airport and confessed something about… his mother's butthole? Everyone was disgusted – and rightly so – and airport security quickly escorted the clearly-insane woman away.
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Raven didn't need to focus too much on maintaining the speed and stability of the disc as it zipped through the air. Although she pretended that she did, because the alternative would have been to take notice of how much Beast Boy and Rita were enjoying each other's company and not paying her very much attention at all.
For the first time in a week, 'enjoying each other's company' had not been a metaphor for something involving tongues, asses or bodily fluids, but they actually had just been sitting down, hugging, holding hands, and repeatedly kissing each other on the forehead, cheeks and lips. Beast Boy was currently overjoyed as he sat on Rita's lap, delivering smooch after smooch to her kind, pretty face. Raven was happy to see that they had worked out their differences, but… she still hadn't had any further conversation with Beast Boy since the previous night, apart from their brief chat this morning. For all she knew, he was returning to the tower to see how things continued with Rita… and only Rita.
After peppering his mother's cheeks with another dozen kisses, before she giggled and did the same to him, Beast Boy suddenly remembered the third party who was present. He glanced at Raven, then back to Rita, and then moved his eyes in her direction. Rita looked at the empath, back to her son, and smiled cheekily.
Raven estimated that they would probably be back home in around ten minutes, which meant she only had to bear another ten minutes of her maybe-but-probably-not-still-boyfriend kissing another woman as they-
"SNEAK HUG!" two voices shouted as she was embraced on both sides by her passengers, who quickly began showering her with kisses as well, to her extreme embarrassment.
"I- hey!" she protested in surprise, but not very hard. The disc wobbled in the air, but quickly regained its steadiness. "What are you two doing?"
Beast Boy said nothing, only wrapping his arms around her and smothering her face in dozens of kisses, each of which caused her to blush more and more until she was practically functioning as a foglight. She was about to complain, when she felt someone run a hand over her butt, and then deliver a short, sharp pinch to one of her cheeks. She jumped into the air with a startled yelp, and rounded on Beast Boy.
"What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, face still red from all of the kisses. She recognized on some level that it was hypocritical of her to lose her temper at him for pinching her butt, when he had been unwillingly responsible for fifteen of her orgasms in the last week, but it still felt different. After all, he was him. And she was her. But to her surprise, he looked just as shocked as she did.
"… What did I do?" he asked in confusion, and Raven noticed for a second that both of his hands were completely visible. She noticed this directly before that same mysterious hand from before cupped her other ass cheek, and gave it a pinch to match.
Raven spun around in surprise. "Y-you?" she stuttered to Rita, who looked a little embarrassed herself in response.
"Oh, I'm sorry darling," Rita said, sounding actually apologetic. "I'm just… gosh Raven, I think I'm jealous! You really do have the plumpest, most wonderful ass." Raven didn't even know how to begin to respond, but it was just now settling in to her that there may have been more to 'being a throuple' than she had originally considered.
Beast Boy watched them both and smiled. It was nice to see his mother and his girlfriend getting along.
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It seemed a little anti-climactic to mark such a monumental occasion with nothing more than a pizza party, but as Beast Boy would have been the first to tell you, there had been quite enough climaxes in the tower for one week. And so, all four of the parties involved in this crazy week were sat in the Common Room, mostly relaxed on the couch, enjoying a hearty meal while trying to recover from the rush of everything that they had been through, safe in the knowledge that they were all now on the same page.
"I have to admit," Rita admitted through a mouthful of Margherita pizza, "You girls were right. Jump City pizza beats the hell out of the best I've had before."
Raven swallowed her own mouthful and tried not to smirk as she added on "A lot of the things in Jump City are better than the best you've had before." She didn't even try to stop from staring at her green teammate, which caused him to blush, and the three women to giggle.
"The restaurants are also fabulous!" Starfire continued. "Perhaps we could go on a date night some time? It would be sure to cause a stir, one bachelor and his three girlfriends." Starfire suddenly looked nervous. "Th-that is, if you are comfortable allowing me to join-"
"Oh, Star, honey," Rita reassured, "We would never dream of leaving you out. From now on, all three of us are in this together." There was a sense of genuine loyalty and camaraderie between these ladies, and Beast Boy now found it heartening to see that they were all getting on so well.
"So… have you figured out how long you're staying for?" asked Raven tentatively. Rita could tell that Raven's nerves were not because she didn't want to share Garfield, but because she genuinely didn't want the older woman to leave, and she appreciated that.
"Oh, I don't know," she lied, in such a tone as to make sure that Raven knew it. "I mean, I have no plans – I can stay as long as I like really – but I don't even have a room! What am I supposed to do; sleep in Garfield's room every night? He'd probably get sick of that arrangement faaa-aaaaa-AAAAAST!" the word turned into a moan which turned into a scream as she hunched over forwards for a second, then slumped backwards in her seat, panting heavily. "Oh, fuck! You've really been holding back, haven't you?"
It had not been a lie to say that the group of four were celebrating the week with a hearty meal, but while Rita, Raven and Starfire had chosen to eat pizza on the couch, Beast Boy had chosen to kneel before his mother/mistress, and his meal was her delectable pussy, which he was eating with unbridled enthusiasm and reckless abandon. In a reversal of the previous week, Beast Boy had been the one to suggest getting started on testing Raven's theory as quickly as possible, while all three beautiful ladies explained that they were happy to give him time to slowly work his way towards accepting it. But… if he insisted, then they would also have been happy to get started as well. After all, a good theory needed a lot of testing before a conclusion could be reached.
Rita had already reached her own conclusion (twice); as it turned out, when Beast Boy was terrified, eating pussy out of fear, then he did a more than acceptable job, assisted by the sense of power and domination bestowed upon the recipient. When Beast Boy was happy and motivated… he was a fucking legend in the art of eating cunt. People focussed so much on the possibility that he could use his animal DNA to fuck a woman with a massive horse-cock – not that he needed any help in that regard, Raven would be quick to point out – then they forgot that he could modify his tongue to be the length of an anteater's. while retaining its human width. Beast Boy had just made sure to worship every single inch of his Mommy's gorgeous pussy, finding her G-Spot with ease and rubbing his tongue in little magical circles around her clitoris until she couldn't hold back.
Now the she had come all over his face for the umpteenth time that week, Rita expected Beast Boy to stop, but he just kept going, licking and sucking and tongue-fucking until with great resolve, she reached out to his forehead and gently prised him away. "S-stop, I don't think I can take any more right now. God, aren't you tired?" Beast Boy grinned and shook his head. Rita smiled. "Well, at least have a slice of pizza."
Beast Boy wanted to protest, but he could see that his mother meant it… so he grinned, and offered to make a deal. "Only if you season it."
Raven and Starfire quietly ooh-ed in the background like immature schoolchildren. Rita rolled her eyes but the satisfied smile never left her face. He hadn't even specified what kind of 'seasoning' he wanted; she could have rubbed a slice on her sweaty armpits, spat on it, or – if she hadn't just squirted all over her son's face – made sure it was drenched in her come. But he had already enthusiastically cleaned most of that up, so Rita went for the next best option. Grabbing a plate with a single slice of pizza on it, she rose from her seat ever so slightly, placed it underneath her butt, and slammed her very sweaty ass down on top of it, relishing the look of hunger in Beast Boy's eyes as she wiggled her big beautiful bottom all over it.
When she stood again, the slice of now-wet pizza was stuck fast, and shaking her butt did nothing to loosen it. She had to peel the squashed slice off of her ass, and then, without thinking, she dismissively dropped the slice back onto the plate and turned around, peeking over her shoulder to try to get a good look at exactly how much the slice had stained her. She frowned; pizza sauce and the occasional blob of melted cheese were now all over her right ass cheek.
"Well that was silly of me, I-" Rita started, before Beast Boy lunged ferociously at her gorgeous naked ass and began to savagely worship it with his tongue. Rita squealed in surprise as her son cleaned her ass as if his life depended on it, licking up the sauce – and sweat – and moaning under his breath as if he enjoyed the taste. It didn't take long at all for him to clean her up completely, but he was hardly finished, and before Rita could say anything, he had parted her cheeks and thrust his anteater-length tongue hard and fast into her quivering rosebud. Rita screamed again, having been kneeling but falling onto her hands too, needing to support herself, as his extended tongue expertly pleasured every single inch of the inside of her delicate asshole. It felt as though her ass was being eaten out by ten tongues at once.
While Rita would not have had the wherewithal to act, Starfire sneakily grabbed the plate containing one very ass-sweat-soaked slice of pizza, and placed it conveniently in front of Rita's crotch as Beast Boy pounded her asshole with his tongue again and again, until with one final moan of exhaustion and ecstasy, Rita came again. Apparently, four years of being without a partner had left her with considerable pent-up sexual frustration and energy.
Completely drained, Rita weakly reached behind her, placed a hand on her son's forehead, and tried to reluctantly pluck his face from her ass. He ignored her, continuing to worship every inch of her asshole, inside and out, and she whimpered in defeated pleasure, but then successfully pushed his face out with a resounding 'SMACK' when his head was finally freed. Too exhausted to continue letting him eat her out – she could have, but she would have hardly had the energy to appreciate it, which she considered a waste of his… skills – she noticed the plate and smirked. Handing it to her son with a smile, she watched as he accepted a plate of pizza that had first been left soaking after being pressed up against her sweaty ass, and was now positively drenched, following Rita squirting her love all over it.
Beast Boy lifted up the limp pizza and took a huge bite, closing his eyes as he appreciated the taste of Rita's sweat and come. He let out a sigh of satisfaction as he swallowed the forbidden mouthful. "… Thanks Mom," he said cheekily; now that it no longer bothered him, he found it very fun to fluster Rita by calling her that. "That was delicious."
Rita blushed, but the sight of Garfield sucking down her sweat and come caused a stirring in her loins that she couldn't quite believe. She'd just had two orgasms in three minutes, there was no way she would be ready for… for… Rita shook her head. She needed to recover first, and it would have been rude of her to hog the entertainment. She turned to Raven and Starfire, who had watched Beast Boy eat his meal with equally huge grins on their faces.
"Raven? Starfire? Do either of you want to… take the next one?" she was almost pleading.
"Nope," Raven lied, shaking her head.
"Neither me as well," Starfire lied. Of course, they both wanted to. But they wanted Rita to enjoy it more.
Elasti-Girl sighed, suspecting full well exactly what both of these girls were doing, but with no way to prove it… "Oh, alright," she conceded, cautiously spreading her legs open again. "I suppose I could-"
Before she had even finished speaking, Beast Boy had buried his face hard in her cunt and seemed to be trying to outdo his previous record in speed, tenacity, and effectiveness. Rita's eyes closed as she moaned loudly, followed by several silent gasps, as she involuntarily wrapped her legs around Beast Boy's head, trapping him in her sex as she rhythmically thrust her pussy into his face. Not that he seemed to be complaining; she could have sworn she heard him chuckle from inside the sweaty prison she had created.
Beast Boy would not only be eating for hours to come – and those hours weren't the only thing to come – but it would be a very long time before he moved on to the pizza.
.
"So, um… is my punishment still on?" Beast Boy asked Rita tentatively. He looked openly nervous, and she honestly couldn't tell it was the prospect of having to spend the night with his tongue in her ass, or the prospect of being told that he didn't have to which was scaring him more. He really had taken to his new role astonishingly quickly; Rita had taken Raven aside just to make sure that she hadn't charmed him somehow in order to force him to like this, but the shocked empath assured her that they were just as surprised as each other. When Raven had said that she thought he would find joy in the life of a submissive, she had no idea that the transformation would be so fast. But then, Beast Boy had always been good at transformations.
"Hmm…" Rita pondered. "Let's say that the punishment is off for now, but you can still sleep however you want," she reassured him with a soft kiss on the lips. Raven had given his face a once-over with her magic – shortly after she had given it a once-over with her winking asshole – just before they had retired for the night, in the event that anyone wanted to give Beast Boy a kiss without worrying that he had spent most of the day eating ass and pussy. "Although," Rita added, "… it might be nice to sleep face to face this time."
Beast Boy had actually seemed genuinely disappointed that his dominant mother wasn't going to force him to perform analingus on her all night, but sleeping face to face sounded good too. "After all," Rita continued, "I've spent so much time sitting on it that I haven't really appreciated your face in any other way." She stroked his cheek affectionately. "You've turned into a very handsome young man, Garfield."
He blushed – his mother giving him permission to stick his tongue up her asshole if he wanted to hadn't made him blush, but the sincere compliment did – and replied as his face turned red. "Th-thank you. Um… and I think you're very beautiful."
Rita smiled and embraced her son in a hug. She was a little tempted to force his head into her cleavage and take him by surprise with a quick forced motorboat, but just holding him, feeling his genuine love for her, was enough to satisfy her urges for now.
"Goodnight, Gar."
"Goodnight, Mom."
She closed her eyes and sighed in total contentment. It was strange; this time twenty-four hours ago, she was also falling asleep in this bed, in this room, with her adoptive son. But something was very different about it this time… and not just because his tongue wasn't-
Rita giggled to herself, and then peeked one eye open so that she could look at the handsome young man laying next to her before she drifted off to sleep.
He wasn't there.
Rita would have started to panic – where was he? Had he changed his mind? Had he left the tower? Had this somehow all been a dream? – if she had been given enough time to do so, but she wasn't. Because she immediately felt two hands, that seemed to be both incredibly nervous but also strangely confident, placed firmly on her butt cheeks before spreading them apart.
She didn't even have enough time to look down before he rammed his face – and outstretched anteater-tongue – straight into her unsuspecting butthole, as far as it would go. Which as it turned out, was very far. Rita was too overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure to even worry that the undignified ear-splitting scream of ecstasy could have woken the other occupants of the tower, even through the soundproof walls. Beast Boy's elaborate tongue found and worshipped every inch of the inside of her asshole, and now that he wasn't afraid to, he even slipped a finger or two into Rita's cunt, just to ensure that she would be finishing the night on a high. Even he had been surprised by just how wet it had been, and he quickly realised that it wouldn't take her long until…
Ensuring that every inch of his tongue was licking every inch of the inside of her ass, Beast Boy waited until he heard the tell-tale sound of baited breath, before pulling his tongue out as quickly as he could so that he could place his face directly beneath his mother's pussy before he reaped the rewards of what he had done. Her pussy quivered, and he smiled. He didn't know why he had ever pretended not to want this.
Rita's pussy absolutely drenched him in her come, and he just giggled, loving the sensation of being coated all over with her delicious love. When she had finally finished, he licked his lips, tried to clean up his face as best he could, and then turned his attention to slowly cleaning up the pussy that had blessed him so. Rita was practically incapable of speech the entire time.
When her pussy was finally clean again, Rita wondered if now Garfield was going to go to bed, as he should. Instead, he immediately resumed eating her ass, although slower and more thorough than before. He didn't want to interrupt her if she wanted to fall asleep, after all. He just wanted to make sure that he was giving her sweet dreams.
"G… G'night… Garfield," Rita sighed, utterly exhausted, deliriously happy, and already half-unconscious.
"Good night… Mommy," Beast Boy grinned as he said it. He had only discovered that evening that Rita hated that nickname – or at the very least, it made her blush – and so he had resolved to say it as much as possible. It was a little mischievous, sure, but causing mischief was what had gotten him into this wonderful situation in the first place. As Rita relaxed on the mattress, leaving her ass proudly in the air for her adoptive son to eat out during the night, if he wanted, she let out a thoroughly satisfied yawn and drifted off to sleep.
Beast Boy continued licking, eating, sucking and tongue-fucking her ass and pussy for several minutes to come, experimenting to see which techniques and combinations caused her to moan the most, wiggle her hips, or cause her to get wetter faster. But he was not the only one still awake in the tower.
"Hey, Beast Boy?" Raven's voice echoed in his head. "I have an idea." Beast Boy felt as though he should have been worried; it had taken him a while to become a fan of Raven's last idea. Although, once he was a fan, he found that he enjoyed it very much.
"What is it?"
"Well, I-I promise that I haven't tampered with your mind or anything. I haven't made you enjoy this," she paused as she realised that she rather had made him like this. "I mean, I didn't forcefully make you enjoy this," she paused again, remembering that this had all started when she had tricked him into eating his Mom's ass and pussy, and then intervened to encourage her to keep his tongue in her ass for an entire night. 'Forceful' may not have been the word that she would have used, but it wouldn't have been a dishonest one either. "I mean!" she stressed, "I didn't psychically make you enjoy this."
Beast Boy tried not to enjoy Raven telepathically tripping up over her words so much – after all, he knew firsthand how… creative she could be with her punishments – but grinned. "Yeah?"
"Yes, well… I don't know if you'd like to try it, but I just had a thought. I could psychically intervene to make you not like it again. Afraid, even. Just like the last few days. Just for a few seconds."
Beast Boy was a little confused. "Um… why?"
"I… don't know," Raven answered nervously. "I mean, it might be fun for you? In small doses, I mean." She telepathically sighed. "Honestly, it's more for me really. There's something about all of that humiliation and disgust and… that feeling of powerlessness. I don't need to tell you that that's a huge turn-on for me. But I do genuinely think you could get something out of it too!"
Beast Boy considered her offer for a second. He could tell that she was expecting him to say no.
"… Okay, let's try it."
"I understand, I'll leave you- wait, what? Really?"
"Sure. If you'd like it, and you think I might like it, then what's the harm? Just a few seconds, right?"
Raven was taken aback that he had actually accepted her proposition. And that he was basing his decision, at least partially, on whether she would like it. Still, now was no time for nerves. "Twenty to thirty seconds. Up to a minute, but I'd be monitoring you and could snap you out if anything too drastic happened."
"Ok," Beast Boy telepathically responded. "Go for it."
No sooner had the thought left his head, and clarity hit him like a ton of bricks. What was he saying? Was he really going to give Raven permission to mess with his head? The same Raven who had tricked him into-
He froze as his vision slowly focussed, and he glanced down ahead of him in abject terror. It was happening again; he had almost forgotten. His poor tongue was trapped tightly inside of his Mom's spicy butthole. He immediately howled, cried, and tried to pull it free, but Rita's elastic asshole held tight and prevented him from escaping. How had it come to this? Had he really let Raven and Rita convince him that this was okay; that he liked savouring the taste of his Mommy's ass? Raven must have used her magic to mess with his mind again, there was no other explanation. He had no idea why he had an erection.
Sobbing and pulling with all of his might, Beast Boy eventually succeeded, and with a mighty smacking sound, wrenched his tongue free from its stinky prison. Instinctively, he tried to take a huge breath to try and clear the flavour of ass from his mouth as quickly as possible, but at the same time, his head had flown backwards so fast that he had overcorrected when trying to slow down and ended up slamming it back forwards. His nose slammed straight between his mother's cheeks, penetrating her hole again, and while it was humiliating, at least it wasn't his mouth. His mouth, which…
Beast Boy's attempt to inhale had started just as his mouth became wrapped about his Mommy's wet pussy. In attempting to breathe, he sucked on her cunt and couldn't help but swallow the taste of her sex. In the second that he was too stunned and horrified to move, his mother unconsciously wrapped her legs around his head and trapped him there, nose in ass and mouth in pussy, while she gently gyrated on him while she slept. Beast Boy began to cry and scream and thrash, but there was nothing he could do to escape; nothing but accept his fate and defeatedly tongue his mother's pussy in shame and disgust, hoping that if she came, she might let him go, but knowing that she probably wouldn't. He would be trapped here all night.
And then, just as soon as the clarity had arrived, it was overwritten by new clarity. Rita was not his blood relative. Without knowing who she was, he had judged that she had the sexiest ass in the entire world. And in Raven's room – under admittedly confusing circumstances – eating her pussy and enjoying the taste of her love had been – at the time – the greatest day of his life. Despite all of her manipulations, Raven was probably telling the truth that he was a closet submissive. He stopped pretending that the taste in his mouth wasn't delicious, and resumed eating Rita's pussy with enthusiasm.
"Well?" asked Raven's voice in his head. "What do you think?"
Beast Boy paused for a moment, before realising that there was no reason that he couldn't think and eat pussy at the same time, and got back to work ensuring that his mother was having the best dream possible. "Hmm. I don't really know. Um, I certainly feel full of adrenaline. My heart is pumping really fast. And I…" Beast Boy hesitated, and reflected on the irony that even after everything Raven had forced him to do, he still felt embarrassed discussing some sexual situations. "Um… I think that I'm… bigger, after that."
"Oh, you mean your fucking monster-cock, Beast Boy?" Raven bluntly asked, causing him to splutter and stammer directly into Rita's pussy. Just because she was being more honest with him didn't mean that she didn't relish making him uncomfortable. "But seriously though, you didn't hate it?"
"I mean… it felt like I did at the time, but something about hating it, fearing it… I-I can see why it's a turn-on for some people."
"So… would you mind if I did it again some time? Only with plenty of warning, of course."
Beast Boy mulled it over. He knew that giving Raven free reign to control his emotions could only end badly – and probably humiliatingly – but… she could have controlled them this entire time, and she hadn't. She was asking him. She was honest-to-Azar taking his consent into consideration.
"… You know what? I think I'll leave it up to you. Surprise me whenever you want. I trust you."
Even with his mom's sweaty thighs wrapped around his head, Beast Boy swore he heard something break in Raven's room.
"W… what?!" she projected back in disbelief.
Beast Boy didn't stop licking Rita's pussy as he replied. The moans in her sleep were getting louder. "I trust you. I mean, looking at the big picture… this whole mess was you trying to help me, right?"
Raven didn't respond, and a for a moment, Beast Boy worried that he had upset her. Had she thought that he was being sarcastic? That wasn't his intention, but he could see how-
Distracted, he was unprepared when Rita let out a larger moan, her pussy quivered, and a second later, his face was drenched in come. He smiled as his mother relaxed back into a well-earned slumber, while he licked his lips. Rita's legs had indeed freed him, and he wondered whether to wash his face, or stick it right back into her ass. He never got the chance to make the choice.
A firm pale hand grabbed his collar and yanked him backwards, and then a hand coated in dark magic waved over his face, and he felt his mother's scent disappear. That was disappointing; he'd been enjoying that, but he understood why it had to be done. Just because he was a good little submissive didn't mean that Raven would enjoy the taste of his mother's come as much as he did.
She placed her lips on his harder and faster than she ever had before, running one hand through his hair as she snaked the other around his back, holding him up as her tongue tangled with his. Far from Raven's usual kisses – refined and romantic – this one was messy, uncontrolled, and deeply vulnerable. While Beast Boy may have been momentarily disappointed that the delicious taste of Rita's come had been magically cleaned off of his face, the taste of Raven's lips was even better. Perfectly content to let her lead – like the submissive he was – he returned her passionate kiss as best he could as they stumbled around the room, Raven never once letting him go.
Twenty-to-thirty seconds later, when she broke the kiss, Beast Boy could see that she was smiling, but with tears in her eyes. Before he could even say anything, she broke the silence. "I love you." It had been just a whisper, not out of a shame, but of fear. "I… never said it before, but I do. I love you, you know."
"I know," Beast Boy replied, not cocky or arrogant, but in assurance. To let her know that despite everything, he knew that she truly did deeply care for him. "I love you too," he quickly added, although he thought that it was completely unnecessary at this point.
Rita yawned. "Wow, kissing another woman and telling her that you love her, right after eating my pussy? Rude," she humourously echoed, rubbing her eyes.
"Mom!" Beast Boy cried out in embarrassment; embarrassment that she had caught him kissing his girlfriend, not that he had eaten her cunt in her sleep until she came on his face and he licked it up. It was certainly been an odd couple of days. "How long have you been awake?"
"Around the time you pulled your tongue out of my butthole." She frowned. "I thought you liked that?"
"I-I do!" Beast Boy protested, once again momentarily struck by the bizarreness of the situation; defending himself to his mother by insisting that he did enjoy soaking up the delicious flavour of her asshole while she slept.
"I put a little fear in him, to see what it felt like," Raven casually explained.
"Oh," Rita responded, and then smirked as she glared at her son. "And I can see the effect that had on him." Beast Boy and Raven both glanced down at his raging stiff erection. He yelped in shame, but as he moved to cover it, Rita's hands caught his arms and held them back, apparently enjoying the sight of her son's long, hard cock.
"I don't know why you're so embarrassed..." she licked her lips, and then simply said one word in astonishment. "Fuck…"
"You know," Raven began, the same cunning in her voice from when she had first planned this prank, "Just because he's accepted his role, doesn't mean that we can't still tease him." And just because Beast Boy trusted Raven, didn't mean that he wasn't still a little bit terrified of her; especially after finding out how far she could go.
"Oh?" Rita replied curiously. "How so?"
Raven smirked and stepped forwards, out of her cloak as it dropped to the floor. She had been completely naked underneath, and climbed onto Beast Boy's bed on her hands and knees, sticking her bare ass and pussy out in his direction.
"Beast Boy," she moaned sensually in a way that he knew she was faking, but that didn't make his cock twitch any less. "My pussy wants you. My pussy needs you. Please, eat me out right this second, before I explode."
She didn't need to tell him twice, and he approached the bed, falling to his knees, when suddenly-
"Ahem?" Rita cleared her throat, and when Beast Boy turned to look, he saw that his mother's own bare ass was barely inches from his face. "Garfield, I need you to tongue my ass right now. I want it hard, and I want it fast, and I want it right now, understand?" Her domineering tone left no wiggle-room… which was ironic, because her huge naked ass was doing a lot of wiggling, as it happened.
"Beast Boy," Raven moaned, and when he looked back, she was already fingering herself. "I'm so fucking wet. Ignore that old hag and eat my pussy now!"
"Old hag?" Rita replied in mock-offence. "That's it; Garfield, I forbid you to eat Raven's pussy, and I command you to eat my ass out right this second!"
Beast Boy was in the most heavenly hell imaginable, torn between the beautiful asses of two gorgeous ladies. Rita and Raven giggled at each other, having succeeded in their teasing, but also slightly curious as to who he would actually obey.
"Beast Boy?" Raven began again, pretending to sound vulnerable. "I've made my decision. I'm ready." She wiggled her ass again, the beautiful moisture of the sweat on her buttocks and the wetness of her vagina looking absolutely irresistible. "I'm… ready to take your virginity."
"What?" Rita shouted in outrage at the low blow, unsure if Raven was serious, or just saying it in order to win this battle. Possibly both.
"Come on," Raven encouraged, "Fuck me until I'm bursting. After all, the sooner you get me pregnant, the sooner we can distract this old hag with her grandkids and enjoy some more private time together. Just the two of us."
A consistent erotic purr was coming from Beast Boy's throat that he had no control over. His jumpsuit was legitimately on the verge of breaking from how hard his cock was trying to burst out of it. Rita was bright red; not in embarrassment from the talk of her son fucking another woman in front of her, but that they were trying to stop her from doing the same. And she really didn't care for this 'old hag' name.
"EXCUSE ME?" Rita bellowed, "The only woman who my son is going to get pregnant in order to give me grandchildren is me!" she demanded possessively. For the first time since this filthy debacle had started, Rita heard the words that she was saying, and began to think that she had maybe gone a little too far.
Raven was going to protest – after all, she was fairly sure that she was winning – until a choked cough from behind distracted them both. While Beast Boy was doing his best to adapt to his new lifestyle, hearing his mother demand that he was going to fuck her until she got pregnant had overloaded his brain just a smidgen. And so, he fainted dead away, collapsing forwards, his face landing between Rita's chubby, sweat-drenched cheeks with a resounding smack.
Raven and Rita both paused for a second, afraid that they had gone too far… and also, Raven was upset that of the two of them, it was Rita's ass that he had coincidentally fainted into. "Too much?" the empath asked. Rita bashfully nodded, ashamed at her outburst… and ashamed that she had felt like she meant it.
"… Yes, I probably shouldn't have- what are you doing?" she began to confess, only to interrupt herself. Raven was standing up on the bed, and promptly sat on the back of Beast Boy's head, wedging his unconscious face even further into his Mom's ass. Rita yelped in surprise… and in pleasure.
"What?" Raven replied casually. "We want to give him something nice to wake up to."
Just yesterday, this would have been a lie; another way of forcing as much humiliation on her boyfriend as possible. But now, she truly meant it. And she was correct; when Beast Boy woke up again in a few minutes and found his head sandwiched between the two sweaty asses of the women who loved him most in the world, he was not scared or disgusted, but grateful… and also incredibly aroused. His nightmare had turned into a dream come true; not just figuratively, but literally, as he was currently dreaming that Raven was forcing him to eat his mom's juicy asshole. The words still echoed in his head.
"Naaa na na na, na, you just ate out your Mom's butthole."
The only sounds sweeter than Raven's taunting were the moans of satisfaction that Rita was making while he lovingly licked every inch of her asshole. After all, what kind of son would he be if he didn't want to make his Mommy proud? Raven may have made him do it, but as it turned out, she hadn't manipulated him into loving it.
He had done that all by himself.
