"For my next trick, I'll need two volunteers from the audience." Zatanna prowled the stage, knowing quite a bit of the audience was more interested in how her legs looked in her stockings than how her magic looked in the FoxTeca Amphitheatre. She looked over her voyeurs. The high-ticket seats were largely in tuxedos, almost all men, but further back, the cro...
Disclaimer and Warning THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED PARODY OF DC COMICS CHARACTERS!!! This story contains sexually explicit material and situations between consenting adults. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, are under the age of 18, or it is illegal in your part of the world, PLEASE bypass this story for one more suited to you. All the chara...
A/N: I'll be honest and admit that this has been kind of a backburner project for a while and I'm releasing it into the wild because it just wasn't too any damn good hanging out on my hard drive. Both me and my co-writer are pressed for free time these days, so... not trying to be the "ten comments or I don't update!" asshole here... but if there isn't any i...
Bruce knew he was wasn't quite normal. He was a bit more 'goal-oriented' than most. But even if he'd led the most mundane, ordinary, regular life there was, he didn't think he'd understand shopping malls. Anything he might be looking for crammed in with two hundred things he wasn't. Dick hadn't liked malls, Zatanna didn't, Diana didn't. But two wives meant...
Dark Reflections Part Three of The Succubus Our story so far... In "Idle Hands," Althea, first among the succubi, was torn from her body by a foolish mortal. In desperation, she sought refuge in the mind of Rachel Wainwright, a successful attorney. Weakened by the ordeal, Althea knows the only way to return to her own body is to restore her power, which s...
Rumble rumble, rata-tat-tat. The sound of the drums carried along every deck, every corridor, into every berth and nook and cranny. The officers in their quarters to the twists in the lower holds heard it, and went to their assigned posts with a will. That sound was to be obeyed, drill or not, and there was a crackling rumor that moved cross the Hegemony at...
Only here could you see the Abominable Snowman walking hand-in-hand with a Wood Nymph. Steve Batson, on the other hand, wore khaki pants, a button-down shirt, and a navy sport coat. As he strolled down the convention center hallway occasionally weaving through the clustered crowds that were milling about on the dark and geometrically-patterned hotel-grade ca...
Author's Note: Let He Who Is Without Sin is a direct sequel to the story Lonely Autopilot! But you don't need to have read that to grok what's going on. It might help, though... ### Vinos smiled as he stepped back from the vineyard. The grapes were coming in well this year -- the crop would be rich and flavorful. He brushed his hands along his hair as the...
Thump thump crash! Thump thump crash! "Is that an ordinary sound?" Ember asked, holding the mask he had picked from the locker room in his hands. Beside him, Snide was counting out a wild profusion of money into a collection of sacks. The two of them stood in a small stone corridor that led to a set of stairs that, if Ember was right, would head right to...
In the Watchtower, Power Girl practically vibrated with need. Here she'd almost gotten to see the famous Poison Ivy at work, maybe at the center of a circle-jerk with the whole Batclan or pleasuring herself with some vines, but fucking Batwoman had knocked her out and taken her inside. Once more, Karen was bored as hell; even worse now because for a moment t...