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Foe nodded once as he considered the situation. "Right, well, if anyone has any idea what the hell is going on around here, there's only one place to be." He grabbed hold of Kagome and Jem with a hand each. "We're going to go see a man about some information, ladies." He walked them over to the Caltrop, which had transformed into a sleek looking Cadillac for cover. Once they were all settled in the car, Foe announced, "To the Time Lab, please Cal."
"Sure thing, Foe," the car answered. There was a flash of light, and they suddenly found themselves parked in front of a large building out in the middle of nowhere. It looked, vaguely, like an abandoned bastard child of an industrial factory and a nuclear power plant, with a bit of avant garde modernism thrown into the building designs for good measure.
"Foe, where are we?" Jem asked as Foe walked up to the front door of the building.
"Time Lab, home to Rip Hunter and Booster Gold, aka the Greatest Hero the World has Never Known," Foe replied as he knocked once on the door. When no one answered, he tried the door handle. It opened easily enough, and he shrugged. "Well, no one seems to be home, so we might as well get comfortable." He led the ladies into what looked like some sort of laboratory. A big glass bubble stood in one corner, hooked up to a variety of machines. The rest of the room was taken up by more mundane lockers and tables, scattered with notes.
"Hey, what is this?" Kagome asked as she pointed to a black board that had been scrawled on with all sorts of nonsense. "THE DRUNKEN GENIES MISTAKE MUST BLUE," took up the center. Off in one corner was, "THE DAUGHTER OF HEAVEN AND HELL CARRIES THE ANSWER." "WHEN THE SUN TURNS BLACK DOES THE NIGHTINGALE SING." "THE TRAITOR WALKS UNKNOWING." "OF RED AND GREEN COMES MISERY." "THE DARK SIDE HAS FALLEN FROM HEAVEN." "M MARKS THE SPOT." "STRANGERS FROM BEYOND WILL PASS THE PLAGUE ON NONE." "HEY, LOVER BOY, I GOT HERE FIRST."
"That is the infamous blackboard," Foe answered, nodding towards it. "Rip Hunter writes all the clues he picks up from the time stream on it. They generally mean something important, but like all good prophecies its written in such utter batshit nonsense that no one has any idea what it all means. For example, I'm fairly sure the Drunken Genie comment refers to me, since that's how come I turn into and out of a silver dragon. But I have no idea how I'm supposed to turn blue, or be blue, or act blue or look blue, or whatever it is "MUST BLUE" is supposed to mean."
"So he tells the future, but no one can know what it means?" Jem asked with a frown. "That's relatively useless isn't it?"
Foe opened his mouth, but before he could answer a gorgeous blonde walked in with a small girl in hand. Her jaw dropped as she noticed the strangers standing around in what was, for all intents and purposes, her living room. "Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get in here?!" she demanded at the same time as the little girl yelled, "Uncle Foe!"
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The following is one of the first conversations I ever participated in in the Shout Box. I was doing research into what women prefer from their sexual encounters for the story I am currently working on. The following conversation is the result, and many thanks go out to those who participated. The conversation is uncensored and unedited, and needs to be read from the bottom up do to the way the shout box works. No names have been changed, since we're all guilty. Feel free to comment or make suggestions or discuss what you read!
(01 March 2011 - 09:42 PM) Apollo: Thank you! These are the kinds of clues I need to know, both for my girlfriend and for my readers
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:41 PM) Foreplay sometimes can be skipped but not always. The slow undressing, tantalizing reveals, taking time? All sexy and builds tension
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:41 PM) BW: And, I at least, am trying to alter my own behavior ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:41 PM) Okay, specifics? Pay attention. If I shiver or moan when you touch/kiss a particular spot, remember it and go back. Hands, mouth, teeth, fingernails, even the silky skin of a cock is good for the sensory over load. The feel of you against us is hit. If I am getting into a position, react to it and don't change just as I'm getting there, just cause you may not be able to have multiple orgasms easily, doesn't mean that we can't and that we don't like it.
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:40 PM) Several of my female acquaintances got their hands on my notebooks, and disappeared for an hour into the bathroom.
BronxWench : (01 March 2011 - 09:40 PM) DA: It goes two ways, too. A lot of women don't try and figure out what feels good for a man
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:40 PM) DA: no kidding. Stimulating the whole body is a key ingredient to a satisfying experience. Arms and legs and shoulders are important. OR what about using the nails?! Guys aren't the only ones who like being scratched
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:40 PM) http://original.adul...94629&chapter=7
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:40 PM) Never even heard of it o.O
BronxWench : (01 March 2011 - 09:39 PM) foe: never saw it...
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM) The running joke in my particular group is that I /still/ haven't gotten an explanation for why the Kitchen Scene from "Return of the Cheerleaders" is so good, despite the fact that it chased several ladies into the bathroom for over an hour...
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM) Its interesting how many guys think they can only use their hands, cock and mouth. Come on boys, get your whole body involved! Hell get OUR whole body involved. Rub against us, touch us in places not normally associated with sex, youd be surprised at the reactions youll get.
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM) Foe - I'm eating! Hold on a sec and I'll give you specifics DemonGoddess061 : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM)
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM) Foe: Kiss places that don't seem sexy that LEAD to places that are sexy. Like the neck, it can go to the ear, the clavicle, the breasts. And I figure eating pussy is a must for every female with a brain, and the teasing... Yes, that's terribly important. Sometimes its not that we don't LIKE what you're doing down there, we just don't like that you skipped to the end of the book without setting up any plot. Basically, woman are ovens, not microwaves. We need some preheat and THEN what you stick in us will come out all right. XD
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:38 PM) Whaaaaaaat?
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:36 PM) *chuckles and imagines a panic stricken male whos mind is on overload* That may be funny...
SenoritaLucha : (01 March 2011 - 09:36 PM) lol
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:36 PM) I can see it now: our eyes meet across the potato fields...
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:35 PM) Dolce: I've discovered that women and men think about sex very different. (Quick, call the news papers! Its a major break through in gender relations....!) I asked three guys what they want in sex/porn, and I get answers like, "Eh, a blowjob, maybe go down on her" or "I like doggy style". Ask women, and you get answer typical of Apollo's. So far BW is the only to give specifics without prompts. Telling a guy, "I want you yo pay attention to my body!" and the first thing that crosses our minds is, "Which part? Can I get a map or multiple choice? Phone a friend? Poll the audience? Some form of clue?"
BronxWench : (01 March 2011 - 09:34 PM) Dolce: Go for it!
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:34 PM) *grins at that image* Nice Dolce.
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:33 PM) Whoever said patience is a virtue was obviously getting laid on a regular basis. I just have to hope there'll be some cornfed, homegrown man on the farm I can corrupt.
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:32 PM) *sighs* Who ever said "patience is a virtue" clearly never had to wait for a new toy to arrive -.-
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:32 PM) Apollo: cheers to that, there are lots of holes you could shove a cock in. Not all of them are as accommodating as the holes on a woman
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:31 PM) Which is nice and all, but Im a /guy/. We tend to think in terms of specificity. I know, I know, its not even close to being the same thing, and I think thats the biggest problem Im running into so far
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:31 PM) ROFL - Good, I was dealing with straightening things out with my guy and dealing with a slut who thinks she has a claim on him so I missed that
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:30 PM) men to pay attention to us and our bodies, making us feel involved as opposed to a orafic for use
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:30 PM) Foe: aren't you in a "room" full of women? Women want all kinds of things outta pr0n
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:30 PM) Fortunately, DA, DG, and BW have been willing to play the Norns for me when it comes to advice
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:29 PM) Apollo: Thats going to be the first few, at any rate. I just need to get my head into what .women/ want out of sex/porn rather than thinking with my cock
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:28 PM) But I decided to try my hand at my first ever Hellsing bit. No smut, but just writing it to get a feel for how I can play the characters, so that's exciting.
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:27 PM) Foe - Well, non kink has it's benefits, slow and sweet, hard and fast, headboard banging
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:27 PM) I went from super duper pumped to flatline after dinner. Maybe that pizza helped... damn Dominoes!
SenoritaLucha : (01 March 2011 - 09:25 PM) (hugs Dolce)
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:25 PM) Today has been nonstop, nonstop, and I wanted to say goodbye to my bike over the next two days and went for a ride much longer than was necessary. (Tis ok, Apollo ^^)
foeofthelance : (01 March 2011 - 09:25 PM) Thanks, and duly noted Apollo. Not going to be doing kink till at least the third story, but when I get there I'll let you know
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:25 PM) Hi Dolce! (Sorry so late)
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:25 PM) I'm f---ing exhausted.
SenoritaLucha : (01 March 2011 - 09:24 PM) how are you, Dolce?
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:24 PM) Oh man, my kink muse has totally left me. And I dunno if she's comin' back
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:24 PM) and*
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:23 PM) Oh any by the way, who ever had the idea for the personal rant section, I now love you lol
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:23 PM) Slutastic needs to be locked up, but that's another story! *returns DA's hugs* I know! I truly am
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:23 PM) On a general note though foe: For fantasies etc, light bondage, D/s minus the humil aspect, toys, lingerie and multiple orgasms
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:23 PM) Awesome! *hugs Apollo* Lucky lucky girl ^^
BronxWench : (01 March 2011 - 09:22 PM) Hiya, Dolce!
BronxWench : (01 March 2011 - 09:22 PM) Slutastic was fish in a barrel for you, sweets!
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:22 PM) DA - Oh yes, and it is official, he is my man. Sign sealed and delivered
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:22 PM) I'm gonna dip into my student loan refund to fly instead of driving 30 hrs round trip for 36 hours, but you know what it's worth it and we need it after the stupid fucking cunt
IlDolceSuono : (01 March 2011 - 09:22 PM) Lucha, Apollo, Demon, Bronx, and anyone else I'm too lazy to scroll down and find, HELLO
SenoritaLucha : (01 March 2011 - 09:21 PM) hey Dolce. Did you listen to the songs?
ApolloImperium : (01 March 2011 - 09:21 PM) BW: I know... and slutastic has her panties in a wad and I win, not that I'm surprised. Crazy ass bitch
demonsangel : (01 March 2011 - 09:21 PM) Hey Dolce
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Foe looked from one person to the next, trying to figure out where to begin and with who. Somehow or other the number of people who had been with him in the bar had managed to double…not, all things considered, that he was complaining. The new girls were actually pretty good looking, which was always a plus. And he had noticed that a couple of them, at least, had tried to help out in the fight with the Tzus, sooo…
On the other hand, there seemed to be about thirty conversations going at once. The Justice League was still battling overhead, and every once in a while a piece of the wreckage would come crashing down in a way that was most likely to going to be terminally lethal if it landed on someone. Only Authors could be neglectful of little details like that. Most people would have run screaming. To top it off, at least one local had come over to find out what was going. Not surprising, considering they were dressed like it was Halloween. That, and they reeked of blood, booze, and ink.
As the conversations began to reach jet engine levels of volume, Foe held both hands and bellowed, “HOLD ON A MOMENT!” When they all went quiet, he nodded. “Good. Now, before I get any more lost in the noise, let’s try to bring a little structure to the proceedings, shall we?” He pointed to the woman standing next to him. “Apollo, I already know who you are, but for the sake of formality we’ll start with you.”
The attractive red head nodded, and pointed to her chest. “I’m Apollo, local Goddess and all around trouble maker.” She turned and pointed to the woman next to her. “You’re next.”
BW nodded in acceptance. “Bronxwench, which I think I mentioned already. She of the short temper, eternal hunger, and great big dragon fangs when I get in the mood.” She turned and looked at Foe, whining, “And where are the Sues? I’m feeling peckish already, and I didn’t get to finish with the fuzzies!”
“In good time,” Foe answered. He pointed to the third woman. “DA, you’re up.”
“I’m Astraea, “ the bikini-clad teen answered cheerfully. “Part angel, part demon, pure good time! Can’t wait to see what happens next!”
“I’m Kagome,” answered the next girl. She looked a little young, but Foe chalked it up to the schoolgirl uniform. As the only Asian in the group she stood out a bit, but then they all did considering their various natures. “Um, where are we?”
“You’re in Metropolis,” answered the other man. He moved with a sort of feline grace that had to be supernatural. Foe had only known one other person who could move like that, and she was always getting tied up in things because that was how she liked it. He was also relatively well armed, casually wearing at least one pistol that Foe could see and idly juggling a smoke bomb. “I am Skyro.” The others waited for him to say more, but he just stood there, playing with the bomb.
“Oook,” Foe said after an awkward moment of silence. He pointed to the spritely looking creature that was hovering near Skyro’s shoulder. “And you are?”
“I’m Jem!” she answered brightly. “Or Ari, if you feel like it. Or Hopebringer Jem. Or just Hope. Its really up to you. You’re hunting Sues? Is it fun? Can I come? I mean, I suppose I should have asked that before I jumped into your car. Hey, where is your car?”
“He’s probably run off and hid, by now,” Foe answered. “Can’t imagine he’s taken too well to get punched out by Superman.” He turned to the last woman in the circle. “Last but not least...?”
“Call me Sanura,” she answered with a wink. “And what’s this about a hunt? I haven’t had a good time in a long time…”
“Um, right,” Foe answered with a nod. “Well, to summarize for the new comers. We were hunting down various Mary Sues, basically trying to clean up the multiverse a little bit. Seems we really pissed off some of the major players though, which is what that whole fiasco in the bar was about. Since the locals seemed to have a few issues they wanted to take out of our hides, I figured it was a good time to split. So now we’re here, in Metropolis as our new friend mentioned.” Foe nodded to Sky, and Sky nodded back. “This means we’re in Comic Book land. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, and so on.”
“What about Spiderman?” DA asked.
“Wrong comics,” Foe answered with a shake of his head. “This means we’re going to run into bunches of different Sues. There will be the typical run of the mill ones, like what we dealt with over in Sanctuary. But we’re also going to run into Possession Sues. Basically, they think that these characters are their one true love, even if the Character is already married, like Superman. Then there will be the Knock-off Sues, basically cheap imitations of the heroes already present. Worse, there will be the villain Sues. They’re basically gonna get their rocks off being general assholes and beating on the heroes.”
“So what do we do, and how do we find them?” Apollo asked.
“Can’t be that hard,” BW answered with a shrug. “I mean, there’s only so many heroes, right?”
“Um,” Foe said with a frown, consulting an internal memory link. “At last count there were more than six hundred individually named and active super heroes in the DC lexicon. They’re spread out over several thousand space sectors, though admittedly most of them are located here on Earth. So, we can do one of two things. We can split up, or we can stick together and try to hunt them down one at a time. Which would you guys prefer?”
Before anyone could answer, an ear splitting shriek pierced the air and a bus sized piece of wreckage plummeted to the ground not a few feet away, showering them all with dirt and rocks. “But first, maybe we should get somewhere safe!”
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The last of the Tzus stood in the center of the now wrecked bar, as the Authors slowly surrounded her. She twirled her spear expertly, ready to fend off any attacks or to strike the first blow depending on what the situation would require. “You won’t succeed,” she taunted nastily. “We are legion. We cannot be stopped. Every day our numbers grow by leaps and bounds. This victory is meaningless in the grand scheme of things.”
“If it was so meaningless, why take the mission in the first place?” Foe inquired as he stepped forward. A motion behind the Tzu caught his eyes, and he couldn’t hide the grin that quickly spread across his face.
“What? What is so fucking funny?” The Tzu demanded, right before a barrel of thick, brown liquid was poured on her from the balcony above. The barrel was wielded by a perky looking Goth teen, who jumped up and down happily as the Tzu was smothered.
“Dinner is served!” Simi hollered as she leapt off the balcony’s railing, landing right on top of the Tzu. This time when she smiled she revealed a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The Tzu barely had time to scream before those same teeth ripped out her throat in a spray of blood and gore. Everyone stood frozen as the Charonte demon enjoyed her messy snack, watching in horrified fascination as she ripped bits and pieces off before smothering them in barbecue sauce.
“Mmm, that was tasty,” the young girl said as she sat down with a thump. “A little too sweet though. Needed more pepper.”
“Ah,” Foe said, not having anything better to offer. What was left of the Tzu melted away, the viscous black liquid quickly seeping away between the floor boards.
“So, now what?” BW asked as she stepped up next to Foe.
“Well, now-“
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PEOPLE DO TO MY BAR?!?” Savitar demanded, as reality kicked back in.
“-now we run!” Foe finished as the pissed off deity began flinging bolts of energy after them. He turned and dashed for the door, relying on the assumption that everyone would be following him. Werehunters and Dark-Hunters alike began chasing after them, and he just barely made it out the door before the wall exploded.
The parking lot was filled with high end cars and motorcycles. Lamborghinis, rare make Hayabusas, and Ferraris were all parked side by side. Foe ignored all of them, instead heading for a beaten looking station wagon that had been parked by itself in one dark corner. Flinging open the door, he leapt inside…
…Only to land inside a large meadow. At the center of the meadow was a large statue of a silver dragon, floating in midair as if it was taking to the sky. Water danced around it, and as he stopped to catch his breath it turned to him and asked, “Trouble, again?”
“Something like that,” Foe answered, as the others came tumbling in behind him. “As soon as the door closes I want you to get us out of here, Cal.”
The statue nodded, then froze in place once again as the last woman tumbled into the meadow. There was a sort of…lurch, as if the entire world had tipped sideways at once without actually moving anywhere. Sort of like being sober and drunk at the same time. Then the world really did turn sideways, and everything went spinning end over end.
“Damnit, Cal, what the hell was that?” Foe demanded. Then the sky above him shattered, as a figure dressed in blue spandex and a red cape came smashing through, fists flailing as he pummeled some sort of alien machine. He was quickly followed by several other figures, one dressed in skin tight black and green, a woman in a very revealing gold edged leotard, and a red blur, and of all things, a man dressed like a giant bat.
“Foe, what the hell is going on?” Apollo asked as she got up off the grass. “Who the hell are those people?”
“If I had to guess,” Foe answered with a shrug, “I’d say they were the Justice League. I think we’re on Earth-1.”
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Foe took a moment to catch his breath, cursing how out of shape he was when it came down to these kinds of fights. He had gotten used to being a dragon, and it was always much easier to just crush someone under several hundred tons of scales and claws, and if that didn’t work there was always the use of his breath weapon. Failing that, he could have used a spell or two, but Tzus were immune to the direct action spells he preferred. They considered magic to be cheating, and how could they lose to damned dirty cheaters?
“Not bad,” someone said behind him, and the turned to see one of the Tzus standing only a few feet away. She held a monster of a sword, as long as he was tall and nearly as wide. She held it casually over one shoulder, and smiled disarmingly at him. “Not bad at all. You guys have managed to beat eight of us already, and that’s no mean feat.” She lifted the sword and swung it effortlessly through a series of intricate patterns before finishing with it held high over her head, ready to strike. “My name is Alyzabythe, by the way.”
“You’re not like the others,” Foe answered as he dropped into his own guard. This was going to be interesting. His sword could probably handle the shock of blocking hers, that he didn’t doubt. They’d both be using pure muscle, so it wouldn’t have quite the edge the chainsaw had. On the other hand, she didn’t seem too clumsy and it probably took quite a bit of muscle to wield something as heavy as her own sword must weigh.
“Well, no, not quite,” she admitted with a shrug. “Being in charge does have its advantages, I suppose. For example, I’m not quite required to wear the same uniform as the others.” There was brief moment where she shimmered with a variety of colors. When it faded, she was wearing a much more revealing dress, sleeveless and with high, cut up the sides well past her hips. Her simple slip on shoes had been replaced with thigh length, skin tight black leather boots.
“Ahh, much better!” she announced, bouncing happily, and Foe found it impossible to avoid the way her breasts jiggled. “Do you have any idea how damned difficult it is to fight in one of those outfits? The grips on the shoes are just impossible, the skirt is just long enough to be in the way while too short to actually do anything, and those damned blouses are just too damned tight. Can’t move at all!”
“You wouldn’t, ah, just want to talk this out, would you?” Foe asked, unsure of what was going on. He was used to the screaming and whining and yelling and dying. First time a Sue had ever tried to talk to him, at least that he cared to remember.
“Nope,” she answered with another careless shrug. “Mary said you have to die, so you’re gonna have to die. Shame though, you’re kinda cute. Want to join my harem? I could fake it for her, I suppose.”
Foe considered what it would be like ending up as a Sue’s boytoy, and shuddered in disgust. “Pass.”
That same shrug. “Well, can’t say I didn’t offer. And now that the negotiations are concluded, you die.” Without further warning, she let out a horrific war cry and charged. Their blades rang as they met, and Foe felt himself stagger under the weight of the blow. He willed up some extra energy and shoved her back, launching himself into the fight with a flurry of blows meant to hammer through her defense. She parried them easily, moving the huge sword with small, economical motions that saved up her own energy while he wasted his.
As he stepped back to recover, she pressed her own attack, starting with a swift kick to his crotch. Foe’s eyes went wide as the blow landed home, and he staggered backwards. It wasn’t enough to drop him, however, and he managed to get his sword up in time to block her slash. She hopped back, putting space between them, and he eyed her warily.
“I’m impressed,” she admitted with a happy smile. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever done that to who hasn’t collapsed in a ball of pain!”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got two older sisters,” Foe growled back. “You get used to it after a while.”
“I’m sure you do!” she replied, then leapt at him, bringing her sword down in a high chop that would have left him in two if he hadn’t blocked. This time it was impossible for him to counter attack, and she beat on him mercilessly as he gave ground. He barely managed to dodge as her massive blade shattered a chair, then proceeded to smash a table into kindling. It might have looked like she was swinging with wild abandon, but no matter how hard he looked Foe just could not find an opening in her attacks. Finally he had his back pressed against the wall, and knew he was doomed. There was nowhere else to go. ’Fuck it,’ he thought as he stared into her eyes. ’If I’m going to die, I might as well see it coming
Her sword whistled through the air…only to sink deep into the thick wood of the wall. She stepped in close to him, pressing her lush body against his. Her hand reached down between his legs and began to gently fondle his cock through his pants. Leaning in so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his neck, she whispered, “You’re pretty fun, I think. Quite the package, too. I know I’m going to have to kill you, but Mary didn’t say when, so I’m going to let you go for now. Get stronger, because I want do this again…and maybe more if you’re lucky or nice to me. Tata for now!”
Without another word she vanished, sword and all. For a moment Foe stood there, stunned by the sudden reversal of events, then shook his head to focus. There was still a fight going on, and he was going to need to help…
For those who don't know what a Dragon's Paw look like, the girl here is wielding one.
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Foe hunched over as he felt the rush of chemicals flush from his system. The same nanites that had patched his shoulder back together had associated the drugs with their harmful side effects, and were already hard at work purging them as quickly as possible. On the plus side he wasn’t going to have to worry about his liver imploding, but he was already starting to feel nauseas as his body began to crash.
“Are you alright?” DA asked as she rushed over to check on him. She reached out to touch him, then flinched when she saw all the blood. “Shit, where did they get you?”
“I’m fine,” Foe answered, waving her off with his damaged arm. He was getting some mobility back, which was good. He tried to look her in the eyes as he said it, but it was rather difficult with the way the four of her were spinning around the room. There was a crash as someone smashed a table, and his vision began to steady. The fight, if it could be called that, was in full swing. He could see BW gleefully fondling one of the Tzus, while the strange woman in the corner danced with the flail wielder. He couldn’t spot Apollo, which was odd. But there seemed to be a large crowd gathering around the bar, and figure she was probably there. Ash and Savitar would be nearby, so there wasn’t too much reason to fear for her. “Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”
DA frowned, but before she could say anything Kagome stumbled over between them. “I think I’m hurt…” she managed to mutter, and Foe looked in shock at the mangled state of her left arm. The barbs on the chain had ripped deep through the sleeve of her blouse, flaying skin from muscle. He thought he saw the grayish white of bone, and turned away before he vomited.
“Deal with her first,” he ordered DA, lumbering back to his feet.
“But…” she tried to protest. Foe shook his head and offered her a weak smile.
“Women and children first,” he insisted. From behind him came the throaty roar of an engine kicking off, and he turned around with a sigh to watch as the Tzu with the chainsaw began to advance on him slowly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he swore as he brought his sword up. “You have got to be shitting me.”
“I saw what you did to Avaria!” the Tzu wailed as she lunged with the chainsaw. Foe didn’t even try and block – there was no way even his sword could deal with that mechanical monstrosity. The twin layered diamond tipped teeth would have shattered his blade in an instant. The chainsaw growled as it disintegrated a chair into a flying cloud of splinters, but the Tzu was already following through on the strike and trying to bury it in Foe’s stomach. He twisted sideways, and the chain saw snarled again as it got a good grip on his shirt and tore away at the fabric. It was close, but he managed to avoid being disemboweled.
“Damn, you ladies just don’t quit, do you,” he muttered. ”Shirak dues draconis,” he whispered under his breath, then threw his sword at her. The Tzu blocked it effortlessly, and Foe’s sword went flying with a clatter. It landed in the darkness of a tip over table and disappeared.
The Tzu grinned as Foe stood there, completely helpless. She took a step forward, he took a step back, the chainsaw snarling between them. “Such a futile, futile effort,” she cooed as she advanced. “I will be rewarded greatly when I bring your head to my queen. Your bones will feed my hounds, and your blood will feed my birds. I shall dance upon your corpse, and your skull shall be my cup.”
“Or, I could just be a distraction,” Foe remarked casually. She frowned in confusion, and he shrugged. “What? Can’t figure it out? What kind of dumbass throws a perfectly good sword away?”
There was a hiss from beneath her legs, followed by a loud ripping sound. ’That should do it,’ Foe thought as a small silver dragon came dashing from under her skirt, a pair of white panties clutched in its jaws. It jumped up on to his shoulder and hissed at her, clearly displaying the little yellow flower that decorated the front of the panties to everyone in the bar. The Tzu looked shocked by the sudden exposure of her panties, and her free hand flew down to press her skirt tight in an attempt to protect her modesty. Foe smirked, and waited for her to vanish like the others.
Instead her face flushed beet red, and she let out a snarl even more vicious than that of her weapon. Raising it high over head, she charged…
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Foe flinched as one of the Sues let out a banshee shriek and charged towards him, her katana flashing down a quick strike meant to take his head from his shoulders. He ducked below the slash, flicking his wrist as he took a step back. A katana of his materialized in his hands, the sheath decorated in a black and grey stone motif. The guard, predictably, took the form of a snarling silver dragon with its wings spread. Another flick of his wrist sent the sheath sliding off the blade and tumbling towards the wall. It vanished before it could hit, and Foe dropped into a guard stance as his opponent recovered and took the offensive.
Their swords flashed in the dim light of the bar, smashing against each other with as much force as the two combatants could muster. Foe had a longer reach, and was arguably the stronger of the two, but the Sue had him beat on speed. Sweat broke out on his brow as he managed to just barely turned aside another slash that would have laid open his throat. He gave ground steadily, each step he took giving him just enough room to parry and watch her movements. Strike, parry, thrust, back and forth they went, until his back was pressed against the wall.
The Sue brought her blade up high. It was an expert feint, one designed to cause him to thrust at her supposedly exposed side. Only a fool would take it, however, while any competent swordsman would recognize this, and instead slash upwards, the better to block her own downwards cut.
Foe thrust…
There is a saying, that “The world’s greatest swordsman does not fear the second best; he fears the worst, because he never knows what the idiot might do.” And that was the first true secret to beating a Mary Tzu. They were expert fighters, sent only to deal with those of equal level. They could predict a fight twelve moves ahead, because there were only so many options that might work against them, and who ever picks a losing option?
…and screamed in pain as her sword bit deep into his left shoulder, biting halfway into his clavicle before stopping. Because one could make the strike, but it was almost always suicidal to fight them on those terms. They stepped back from each other, and Foe panted heavily as his left arm hung useless. The blood poured down his chest even as his nanites rushed to stem the tide, and while he wouldn’t bleed out from the wound, it was enough to push him into the realm of exhaustion.
The Tzu glanced down at her body, then looked up at Foe with a smirk. “You missed,” she taunted, licking a bit of blood from her sword. “But it was a nice try. Shame it won’t work on me twice, now that I know that move.”
“Heh, over confident as always,” Foe answered with a weak smile, his good arm holding his sword in a very loose guard. “But that’s the problem with you Tzus. You can only think in terms of winning or losing. Such a tiny, tiny box you lock yourselves into.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Then her clothes fell off.
For that was the other weakness of a Mary Tzu. They embodied everything it meant to be a warrior – pride, honor, self respect. Anything that could embarrass or shock them was a greater weapon than even the most devastating anti-matter device. Everyone in the bar, including the other Tzus, turned to watch as the katana wielder blushed furiously and tried to hide her fabulous form. Her arms weren’t nearly enough to cover her overly endowed chest, and no matter how hard she squeezed her legs together her neatly trimmed bush stood out clearly against her flat stomach. In a way her helplessness made her even more attractive, like a shy Vargas pin-up girl. She tried to gather up her clothes, but the nanites Foe had laced his sword with were already eating away at them as fast as they could, and soon there was nothing left but a handful of loose threads.
Foe bit his lower lip to trigger the combat cocktail that he kept hidden there, and felt a surge of energy as it flooded into his bloodstream. It would only be good enough for a minute or so, but hopefully that would be enough. “So,” he asked more confidently than he felt, “ready for what comes next?”
The Tzu scowled at him, and disappareted, fleeing the bar to who knew where. Nodding, Foe turned back to the rest of the bar…
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Somewhere in a Verse far, far away…
Mary Joanne Lisa Nancy Sarah Jessica Sue was not happy. She should have been happy. She had an empire that spanned Verses, which she ruled from her silver and gold throne from Spacewarts. She had the pick of anyone of a million incredible men as her lover, and could pick a new flavor every evening if she wished. Her armies outnumbered the atoms in the universe, and even other Sues swore their undying allegiance to her, hoping that by currying her favor they would in turn get more reviews, earning themselves more power and perhaps even their won twisted kingdoms to rule.
Yet she wasn’t happy.
Part of that had to do with what she was watching on the main screen of the Enterprise as Jean Luc Picard obediently lapped at her pussy. He was going at a leisurely pace, trying to build her up to her climax, but it just wasn’t satisfying to her. She gave the chain that ran to the collar around his neck a quick yank, and his tongue began to move faster. Even that wasn’t helping, as she watched the goings on in Sanctuary, and the death of her minions.
It was all that bastard Foeofthelance’s fault. They had met several times over the course of her rise to power, and while he had never succeeded at killeting her, nor had she been able to bring him under her powers. She had tried everything she could think of. She had tried to invade his home Verse with trolls, only for them to be beaten back before they could even get a toehold, their invasion stopped by the fiery wrath of fandom. She had tried to smother it with competition, but he relentlessly continued to produce, traveling deeper and deeper into the Heart of the Verses, acquiring new powers and friends as he went.
And that was perhaps the worst of it all, as far as she was concerned. While she grew more powerful, enslaving characters by the billions, it changed her not at all. Admittedly, it is hard to change perfection, and what new powers could she possibly gain that she didn’t already have? But she watched him and his cohorts grow not only in power, but in numbers as well, and for some reason that she just could not identify, it galled at her. They were a bitter a pill, and she refused to swallow. Or spit for that matter. The entire matter was disgusting and no use as a metaphor, unless it was being performed on her of course, at which point it was perfectly fine and should be done without question.
Well, if that was how he wanted to handle it fine. If he and his friends were going to interfere in her affairs then they were just going to have to suffer. Reaching for the platinum heart shaped pendant she wore around her graceful neck, she squeezed it and gave the command…
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’Oh, fuck,’ Foe thought at he watched the man who had been grabbing Kagome melt away.
There was a loud POP as a man dressed in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt materialized in the middle of the bar, looking as pissed as a grizzly whose afternoon nap had been disturbed by an errant rabbit. He glared around the room, and bellow, “The name of the place is SANCTUARY you dumb FUCKS. Now, which one of you dumbasses decided to violate the rules and kill a demon? Answer me now, before I go postal on all your asses so damned hard you wish you had never been born!” He paused as he noticed the couple still busily screwing Apollo. “Ash?”
“Savitar,” Ash answered calmly, still blindly pumping away.
Foe snapped his fingers and quickly materialized some clothes for him and Kagome, the better to let them blend in with the crowd. As long as nothing else went wrong and they all kept their heads down the Characters should ignore them. Well, except for the wolves who were busy with BW and the gods screwing Apollo, but that didn’t count.
There was a loud CRACK that echoed Savitar’s arrival, and Foe realized any hope he had of getting out of this quietly had just gone down the drain as a dozen Mary Tzus apparated into the bar. They were all the spitting image of each other, long blonde hair tied in a braid that fell to waist level, their breasts high and firm, their nipples standing out clearly against the thin white cotton of their blue and white sailor school girl outfits. Their only means of identification was the unique and exotic weapon each girl wielded. One held a katana, the other a trantyr. Mordenkrad, fullblade, dragon’s paw, three-headed flail, a chainsaw, halberd, lightsaber, chainsaw, twin pistols, a spiked chain.
“Oh, hell no!” Savitar bellowed as they appeared. “This is my turf, and you bitches ain’t welcome. Now get OUT.” There was a flash of power as he clapped his hands together…and the Tzus were still there.
“We won’t go that easily,” one said.
“You will all die or submit,” declared the second.
“Die or submit. Submit or die,” the others began to chant.
“Not good, not good,” Foe murmured as he slowly reached into his pocket.
“What are they?” DA asked.
“Mary Tzus,” Foe whispered. “Combat experts of the highest sort. They can fight anything with anything anywhere, and they never lose. Just about impervious to damage, and even most magics. The only way to beat them is a in a one on one duel…”
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It suits, it suits. So long as you aren't displacing an established canon character of the same name.
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As the story progresses, we're going to be moving to different Verses and interacting with new and interesting characters. If you have a particular Verse you would like to see, list it here as well as a minor description if you'd please. This goes double if its part of a larger time line.
A sample list of where I plan on taking us is here:
Mirrodin - A world made of metal from the Magic: The Gathering card game. Currently involved in a war against extradimensional demon forces.
Potterverse - 7th year of the books, primarily at Hogwarts while the trio is on the run.
The Island - The home of our very own forum!
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Foe felt a shock run up his spine as DA began to stroke his cock. It had been a bit of relief when she had opened his pants to free his member, as he had gotten plenty hard watching Apollo fuck the two gods. Not one to leave all the work up to the woman, he tugged DA’s top up and off her breasts, leaving it in a tangled mess as her tits bounced free. Her rosy nipples were already hard from his fondling, an enticement that Foe couldn’t resist. Pulling her closer he captured one between his teeth and began to flick the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.
DA gasped at the sudden assault on her senses. Her hand reached up to pull him tighter against her as her other hand continued to stroke him. Her panties were well and truly soaked by this point, the smooth silk rubbing against her fold every time she moved. She wanted them off, she wanted them out of the way, but the best she could do was continue to grind against Foe’s lap for what little relief it offered. She began tugging at his shirt, wanting the feel of his warm body under her hands. It landed in a crumpled heap on a table not too far away, the stunned patrons too shocked by the lewd scene unfolding before them to notice as it landed in their bowl of lamb stew.
Foe gave her one last caressing lick before releasing her tits. DA let out a small moan of disappointment that was cut short as he nipped at her ear. “None of that now,” he ordered with whisper. “I need to know if you trust me.” DA leaned back and looked at him, her confusion plain in her eyes. It disappeared a second later as she felt one long, sharp claw slowly run down her spine, neatly cutting through the knot that was holding her top in place. Gravity took over as the strings parted, and the top lazily slid between them, landing so that it was draped over Foe’s cock.
“Little late to be asking that,” DA teased as she removed the interfering garment and dropped it on the straw covered floor. “The question is, do you trust me?” She ran her nails down his chest, leaving bright red marks in their wake as she slid off his lap. Reaching out for his cock once more she took a firm hold of it, sliding it into her mouth without hesitation.
“By the gods!” Foe gasped as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. Her head began to bob up and down in his lap, and it was almost too much for Foe. He could feel the pressure beginning to build at the base of his penis, and it was taking every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from giving in right there and spilling his seed on her tongue. She began to twist her head back and forth, trying to take more of him down her throat, and Foe knew that if he let her continue for a moment longer than all the willpower in the world wasn’t going to help him. “STOP!” he ordered, even though every instinct he owned told him not to.
She looked up at him, her worry evident. “What’s wrong? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?”
“Hardly,” Foe answered with a shake of his head. “I’m just not one to let you have all the fun.” Bending over, he scooped her up and, careful of his claws, placed her still kneeling on the table.
She looked down and frowned. “But now I can’t reach.”
Foe grinned mischievously. “Just lie down on your back. It will soon become clear enough.”
DA did as she was told, laying down so that her back was flush against the table. Foe reached down and pulled her closer, so that her shoulders were at the edge of the table and her head was dangling over the air. His cock was now above? Below? Being upside down was screwing with her sense of perception, but his cock was nearby, and that was all that mattered. She opened her mouth as Foe stepped closer, easily ensnaring him once again. He bent over her, sliding his hands down her body and through the neatly trimmed thatch of reddish brown hair that was peaking out from the top of her jeans…
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Foe hissed as DA nibbled on him, then went totally still as her hand made its way into his lap. His cock jumped at the contact, eager to be free of the confines of his pants as she continued to massage him. “Two can play at this game,” he replied with a snarl, sliding his hand along DA’s bare side until he was cupping one perfectly formed breast. He pinched her already hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top, earning a startled gasp from her. He began to roll it back and forth between his fingers, enjoying the look of shocked pleasure on her face as she squirmed in his lap.
“Now, now, you children play nice,” BW ordered as she got up out of her chair. “Mommy needs to go have a little fun of her own.” She walked over to there the two Were-Hunters were lounging against the wall, and they both stood up straight as they took notice of her. They began to quietly stalk closer to her, a fierce look of desire burning in their eyes, and BW smiled. It was always a good thing when people had similar intents on mind.
“Would you two like to keep me company?” she asked, reaching up to run one hand across Fury’s cheek while the other reached down and cupped Fang through his tight leather pants.
“We can be a little rough,” Fury threatened as he circled behind her. He was so close that she could feel the heat of his body against her skin.
“I think she likes it rough,” Fang answered, stepping closer so that her body was pinned between the two of them. Bending in close he nuzzled against her neck and took a deep breath. “She wants it, brother. You can smell it on her.”
“Then who are we to turn her down?” Fury asked. He reached around her front and grabbed the links of her top, yanking it aside to free her breasts. BW let out a moan as her erect nipples dragged across the rough fabric of Fang’s t-shirt, caught between that and the bulge in Fury’s pants that was currently grinding against her ass.
“Oh I’m going to enjoy this…” she gasped…
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Name: Foeofthelance (Foe)
Appearance: Foe generally takes one of two forms. His primary form is that of a large silver dragon. His natural form, however, is that of a young man of about college age. At six foot three he tends to stand out amongst crowds, with his height off set by a wiry build. Foe tends to wear rather unassuming clothing consisting of worn jeans and t-shirts decorated with pithy sayings or references to various SF and anime programs. Foe has blue eyes and dirty brown hair that is rarely, if ever, brushed in any sort of recognizable fashion.
History: Foe is actually a rather experienced traveler throughout the Verses, having gotten his start when he experienced a minor epiphany concerning Robert Heinlein's theory of the World as Myth. Soon after he would become fast friends and partner with the interdimensional transport ship Caltrop, or Cal for short. Foe was one of the first to recognize the threat Mary Sues posed to the Verses, and has been taking action since then to try and combat it - a quest that is only put on hold for good food, good sex, good company, a good book, a good game, or just when he needs a good night's sleep.
Abilities: Foe has collected various abilities throughout his travels, none of which are inherent abilities. He prefers to rely on his dragon form for combat, casting spells as he needs them. If or when the situation demands he can access his private collection of weapons gathered from throughout the verses. These weapons are stored on board Cal,and can be summoned with a few quick words.
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“Oh, fuck me,” Foe muttered under his breath as he watched DA come back from the bathrooms. She had changed out of her dress and into the bikini they had all picked out earlier. The tight black material clung to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. The highlight had to be the two snarling wolf heads etched in silver, their snarling tongues twisted in just the right way that a dirty mind would think they weren’t snarling at all. Foe was very adept at thinking naughty thoughts.
“Still at it, are they?” DA asked as she slipped into Foe’s lap and pulled out her sketchpad, pausing only to steal a bite of BW’s cake.
Foe immediately closed his eyes and tried to think of something to get rid of the raging hard on he had, but all his efforts came to naught as Apollo let out a low moan of pleasure. Opening his eyes, he felt his jaw go slightly slack at the scene of pure debauchery unfolding before him.
Tory had gotten into a full sixty-nine position with Apollo, her ripe breasts pressed flush against the other woman’s thighs. Apollo had her arms around the other woman’s thighs, using her fingers to spread Tory’s labia, and was eagerly lapping at the other’s woman’s sex. Acheron stood at the edge of the table, his thick cock deep inside Apollo. He thrust gently inside of her, getting her used to his girth while his wife’s tongue danced across Apollo’s clit. Every so often he would pull out and let Tory suck him clean before plunging back into Apollo’s tight cunt. Mouth to pussy, mouth to pussy, back and forth he would go. After all, what good couple didn’t share?
Apollo gasped as she felt Acheron bottom out inside of her. She squirmed underneath him, but was unable to thrust with the way he was holding her ass up in the air. Every nerve ending in her body felt like they were on fire as the couple played with her. Her breath began to come in shorter and shorter gasps, and her nails drew bright red lines down Tory’s legs as the first orgasm crashed over her.
Acheron felt her grown tight around his member as she tried to wring his own orgasm out of him. He began to pump faster, feeling the tightness in his balls build as his climax got nearer. “I’m going to burst,” he growled through clenched teeth as his wife licked at the junction between him and Apollo. “Where do you ladies want me to come?”
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The Forum Orgy threads are for the Orgy alone. If I need to do a spin off thread I will, but for the most part I'm keeping it down to a minimum number.
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Sanctuary was running with a full house on the night that it all began. The Peltiers had the bar locked down tight, making sure everyone played by the rules the Gods had declared for the places that gave the bar its name. Dev was tossing drinks down the long oak bar, while his brother-in-laws Fang and Fury kept an eye on the place from their perches near the stage. Two rather striking blonde women were working the floor, dropping off drinks and food with an almost supernatural grace to their movements. The smooth refrain of “Sweet Home Alabama” danced from the juke box, while the goth teenaged girl at the table next to it poured barbecue sauce from a bottle in each hand while her parents looked on with amusement. Other tables were packed with a mix of good looking men and women, all dressed in various renditions of, “Leather, black, skin tight.” Some went for the cruising look and left their sunglasses on, despite the light not being all that bright inside the bar, others took it in the other extreme and wore dozens, if not hundreds, of metal studs throughout their clothes.
Only a few heads turned to look as the front doors swung wide open, letting in a verily heavily mismatched group of four women and one man. The women were all dressed differently from one another. The lead was a redhead who looked like she’d fit right into the scene, wearing a pair of spray-on jeans and a tank top that left almost nothing to the imagination. Next to her was a slim brunette in a pale black robe, looking like she belonged more at a fantasy convention than a rough and tumble biker’s bar in downtown New Orleans. The tallest of the lot was also wearing the least – her long, silver hair covered more of her body than the barely there chainmail bikini she had on. On her right was a gorgeous blonde in a very short cocktail dress. If one got close enough, they could just make out the slight pair of curved horns reaching up from the top of her head. The man was the most haphazardly dressed. He wore a pair of olive green slacks whose bright brass buttons clearly marked them as part of a Boy Scout’s uniform. Paired off with this was a black t-shirt that hung loosely on his frame, the phrase “Support Your Local Medical Examiner –Die Strangely!” emblazoned across his chest.
They slid easily into the seats around one of the tables, and it wasn’t long before one of the waitresses approached them. “Evening, folks. Name is Samia, but you can call me Sam. So, what can I get y’all to drink?”
“I’ll take a glass of wine,” answered the blonde.
“What kind?”
She shrugged. “Something red, I suppose.”
“One cabernet, comin’ up,” the waitress acknowledged before turning to the brunette. “What about you?”
“Um, I’ll take a Guiness?” the girl asked, looking around at the others as if expecting them to confirm her decision.
“Uh huh,” Sam answered, looking skeptical. “Let me see an ID, first. You?” she asked the redhead.
“Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “Give me something fruity, with a lot of vodka in it.”
“One Strawberry Hangover, then. How about you?” she asked the last girl as she checked the brunette’s ID.
“Bourbon, straight.” There was a pause. “Actually, make it a double.”
“One double, coming up. And last but not least?”
“I’ll just take a Dr. Pepper,” the man answered. He shrugged when the waitress gave him a skeptical look. “What can I say, I’m driving tonight.”
Satisified with the answer, Sam went off to fetch the drinks from the bar. As soon as she was gone, the woman with silver hair turned to the man. “All right, Foe, spill. What are we doing here?” Bronxwench demanded. “You know I don’t like being in human form. All this skin makes me itch.”
Foeofthelance shrugged at the question. “You ladies wanted to know how to hunt Mary Sues, right?”
They all nodded except for BW, who grumbled, “All I ready know how to hunt Sues, you bring a lot of ketchup.”
Foe rolled his eyes at her complaining, but otherwise ignored her. “Alright, well what do you know about Sues?”
“They’re annoying?” suggested the redheaded ApolloImperium.
“They have horrible grammar!” insisted the brunette WillowDarkling.
“There’s too many of them?” guessed the blonde AngelsDemon.
“Right on all counts,” Foe admitted. “But that’s more of a symptom than the disease. I know this is gonna be a
bit of an infodump, but be patient with me. We all know there are multiple universes, right?” All three women nodded, so he continued. “Well, a universe is born in one of two ways. Either someone makes a decision, at which point you get a World of History. Or, someone tells a story, at which point you get a World of Myth. The people who are responsible for creating those worlds are Authors, like us.”
“So what does that have to do with Mary Sues?” Willow demanded impatiently.
“Shush, I’m getting there,” Foe ordered. “Not all Authors create originally. A lot prefer to get their start by rewriting other people’s works. Maybe they want a new ending, maybe they don’t like a decision a character made, maybe they just want two straight characters to have hot gay sex. Either way, this makes a new Verse. The problems start when too many universes have too much of the same in common. The Verses do not like to be messy and unorganized, so if Verses have a common enough series of points, they start to sort of run together.”
“Yeah, but why is this a bad thing?” Angels asked. “Neatness is good, right?”
“In theory, yes,” Foe admitted. “And this is where Sues come into play. Mary Sues are pretty much the least original Authors in existence. So their universes tend to be the most common ones to merge. When this happens, not only do the other Verses lose a bit of power, the Sues become more powerful. Not content to ruin their own little kingdoms, they’ll often spread out and attack other Verses for not conforming to the Sues line of thinking. When that happens they need to be hunted down and destroyed. It is easier to do that in high powered universes like this one, the Dark Hunters Verses. Its already used to extra dimensions ripping holes in reality, and most of the Characters know how to handle themselves around such a problem.”
He frowned. “Of course, that can be a problem in and of itself. A lot of the characters in high power Verses approach the same level as us Authors, making it easy for the Sues to hide. Take a look around you and tell me what you see.”
Angels was the first to pick up on it. “Everyone is good looking, moreso than usual, I mean.”
“What else?” Foe prompted.
“This place is just flooded with power?” Willow tried. “That family by the jukebox is no ordinary family.”
“That’s Acheron Parthenopaeus,” Apollo said breathlessly. “That means the woman with him is his wife, Tory. The girl is Simi, a Charonte demon.”
“Can we please just crack some skulls?” BW demanded.
“If we’re not careful, they’ll crack our skulls,” Foe pointed out. “Ash is the Atlantean God of the Apocalypse. His wife has some of his mother’s powers, and she’s known as the Destroyer for good reason.” He paused as the waitress came back with their drinks. Once she was gone he continued. “Fortunately for us, there’s a way to draw our targets out of hiding.” He drew a quarter out of his pocket and handed it to the redhead. “Apollo, if you would be so kind as to go the jukebox and put on something hard?”
Taking the quarter, she nodded and began to walk across the room. Foe turned back to the others to explain. “Mary Sues tend to follow certain rules. One of which is that they can only listen to syrupy pop music. Anything else drives them nuts. If it isn’t on the mainstream top whatever lists, they hate it with a fiery burning passion. That even goes for the ‘anti-social’ ones like the GoffSues. They only listen to groups like Evanescence, and couldn’t name another gothic band if they tried. So you put on a little heavy metal, the heavier the better- “
He was interrupted by a sudden burst of music. It was sweet, it was syrupy, it was Celine Dion singing the love theme from Titanic. “Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you, I know that is how you go on…” Foe’s jaw dropped in horror as every head in the bar turned to look at Apollo and the jukebox. Be burst out of his chair like he’d sat on a pin, digging furiously in his pockets for another coin.
“What did you do that for?” he hissed as he began slamming the buttons on the machine, looking for something fitting to play.
“I thought you told me nothing hard!” Apollo protested.
“No! I said make sure it was hard! Guys always want it hard!” Foe insisted. Finding what he was looking for, he slid the quarter in the machine and began to rapidly punch in letters and numbers. Soon Celine Dion was replaced by fierce German chanting as E Nomine’s “Mitternacht” began to play. “Mitternacht! Gelchter…Mitternacht! Wenn die trauer tragenn…”
The effect was almost instanteous. A brunette up by the top railing collapsed with her hands pressed against her ears, screaming for the pain to stop. A red head over by the bar began to claw at the side of her head, as if she could stop the music by tearing out her ears. By the door, a pair of blondes began to fight as they each tried to be the first to escape.
“Apollo, you’ve got the red head! Willow, the brunette upstairs! BW, the blondes at the door are yours!” Foe ordered. “Go!”
There was burst of action as the women raced to the first to make their kills. Apollo was the first to reach her target, having the least distance to cover. Grabbing the girl by the head she twisted until there was an audible crack! With her head turned the wrong way round, the other redhead dropped to the floor, dead as a sack of bricks.
Willow wasn’t far behind. She could have gone the long way around to take the stairs, but that would have meant giving her target a chance to recover. Instead she took a running start and leapt on to a nearby table, using the extra height to jump up to the railing of the second level. One good heave put her up and over. She knelt down over her target, straddling the other woman’s hips. Reaching into the back of her pants, Willow drew a small 9mm pistol from its concealed holster and pressed it against the other woman’s temple. “Oh, stop screaming already!” she commanded, and pulled the trigger, twice. There was a dull thump thump as the bullets caused the brunette’s head to bounce off the floor, smearing brains and blood everywhere.
That was nothing, however, compared to BW. She launched herself at the first blonde with a flying kick that snapped the girl’s spine in half. A dagger materialized in her hand and slit the girl’s throat in a spray of blood that left a dripping arc across the doors. The second blonde watched in dumb shock as her friend’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground. She began edging backwards, her hands out before her as she begged, “No, please, no…”
BW grinned, revealing impossibly long teeth. “Come here little Sue. I’m feeling a might peckish…”
What followed was so gruesome and disgusting that even Foe flinched.
Satisfied that their targets were dead, the girls returned to the table. “Hey, how come no one is doing anything?” Angels asked. “I mean, we just kill a bunch of people, and no one says a thing?”
Foe smiled grimly. “Take a look around. We didn’t kill anyone.”
Angels did just that, and gasped. There weren’t any bodies, no pools of blood and brains. Even the door was clean. “But, I don’t understand!”
Foe shrugged. “They didn’t belong here, just as we don’t belong here. These aren’t our Verses. So when we’re dead or gone, it all goes back to normal as if it never happened in the first place. If we stuck around, it would be different. Then we’d be warping reality with our thoughts and actions. But as it is…” He held up a flat hand and rocked it back and forth. “No harm, no foul. Sues want to harm, so they must go.”
“Wait, you mean our actions have no consequences?” Apollo asked brightly. Before Foe could say or do anything she was out of her chair and headed over to the group in the corner. Leaning over their table, she looked Acheron right in the eye and said, “I want to fuck you silly.”
“That’s my husband!” Tory declared as she launched herself out of her seat at Apollo.
“Well, if that’s the price of admission we’ll just have to make it a threesome!” Apollo retorted. Reaching out, she grabbed Tory by the front of her shirt and pulled her close. Acheron bolted out of his seat to stop her, but paused when Apollo dragged Tory into a deep, passionate kiss. Tory was shocked by the sudden turn of events, but slowly felt herself giving into a rising tide of lust as Apollo forced her mouth open and began to tease her with a bit of tongue.
“Not exactly what I meant,” Foe muttered under his breath as everyone turned to watch the sudden display. Despite his protests, he could feel his cock getting hard watching the two women go at it.
Apollo began to run her hands over the other woman’s body, pausing only momentarily to give Tory’s ass a squeeze. Looking up at Acheron she asked, “Care to join us, big boy?” Slipping an arm around his neck she pulled him down for a kiss as Tory stepped around behind her. The taller woman slipped her hands up underneath Apollo’s top and gave the redhead’s tits a playfully squeeze. Apolo replied in kind by rubbing her ass against the other woman, as her other hand slipped to Acheron’s crotch to feel the rising bulge beneath his pants.
“Mmm, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” Apollo murmured as let go of him. Instead she grabbed the top of his pants and tugged them down to his ankles. Acheron’s cock sprang free, all eight inches standing proud and erect. His foreskin had already peeled back slightly, revealing the swollen purple head. She slid her hand around his organ lightly, marveling at how firm it was. She could feel it bob slightly with the beat of his heart. She lowered her head and took the tip of him into her mouth, running her tongue over across that sweet spot under the crown. Acheron gasped and slid his hands through her hair.
“It’s not that our actions have no consequences,” Foe continued from the other table. Now everyone in the bar was staring at the outbreak of sex. He could feel his cock getting hard just from watching, and figured it was the common reaction throughout the bar. He was fairly sure that no one was actually listening to him, but it was keeping him from doing something embarrassing on his own. “The Sues didn’t belong here, and neither do we, but the Characters do, and they’ll not only notice but they’ll remember everything that happened.”
Acheron could feel his climax building as Apollo continued to fellate him, but wasn’t quite ready to give in just yet. With a snap of her fingers his, hers, and Tory’s clothes vanished. Then he reached down and lifted her off the floor and dropped her on her back on the table. Throwing her legs over his shoulder, he began to rub the head of his cock against her wet slit. “Care to join us, Tory?” he growled.
“Of course,” she purred, striding around to the other side of the table. She crawled on to the table so that she was straddling Apollo, who obligingly set to work on the other woman’s wet pussy. Her tongue worked long, slow strokes around Tory’s labia, before turning into a series of rapid flicks across her clit. The goddess moaned as pleasure rippled up her spine, and decided to return the favor. Her hands grasped at Apollo’s breasts, fondling the soft flesh before pinching the redhead’s strawberry pink nipples as hard as she dared. Apollo gasped, and her hips bucked in response. Acheron’s cock sank into her, spreading her wide…
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Curious about what the orgy is about? Well, to get you started we created this wonderful instructional video...
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Enjoy!
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A story is a story, first and foremost. Whether it is good, bad, or horribly entertaining depends entirely on the author and their skill at story telling. A deconstructing story, one that assumes the standards of its genre and breaks them, is absolutely no different in this regards. For a point of comparison, take Neon Genesis Evangelion and Tengen Toppa Gurren Laggan. Both are very popular giant robot shows by the studio Gainax, and both exploit some of the same tropes. That said, Evangelion is one of the single most depressing and sadistic animes in existence, while Gurren Laggan attempts to redefine the word awesome every five minutes and generally succeeds. They are different stories, told in different methods, with a few commonalities. That is all. if someone doesn't handle how one story is told, then they should simply find a different story.
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Awww, thanks Apollo. Good to know that even if a guy disappears for half a year you're still thinking about him!
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Geeze, a guy takes a little siesta and everything changes on him! Ah well, at least its still active, and I seem to still be in charge of the forum orgy, so maybe I should do some recruiting for that...
Hello folks, and how have things been?
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It's why I posted the link. Because that's exactly what I saw. An overreaction to a COLLECTOR.
He was passing depictions of children having sex through the US post office. Collector or not, people tend to frown on that sort of thing. The fact he is a collector and not actually exclusive to the material is probably what persuaded the judge to give him the lighter end of the sentence.
Not for nothing, but if you have to break the law to fill out your collection, you're probably doing something wrong.
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Article here
Ehhh... Its lolicon. I know, I know, censorship bad, art and words not the same things as pics and words, but still. It does require a certain attraction in the first place, unless it was part of a larger anthology. (That I have seen before. There are hentai anthologies posted with the regularness of Shonen Jump which incorporate just as varied stories.)
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Would they really be able to censor writing though? I can see how, like child pornography, they could find evidence of pictures, videos, etc, but I don't think people will really see any reason to stop reading stories within larger sites, that happen to include smaller breasts. Short of censoring everything that includes any erotica, how would they be able to enforce this? Where there are naked people there will be small boobs.
Its the Government, they try to censor anything they can get away with. Its only when enough people put up a stink that they don't.
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Okay enough, i guess.
Mostly working on the fetish stuff, though.
Ah, I thought you were mixing the two.
The Great Sue Hunt
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Foe frowned as the young girl wrapped herself around his leg. He knew who she was, of course. He knew most of the Carter family, at least by reputation. But why on earth Rani was referring to him as Uncle Foe was something that caught him off guard, almost as much as it seemed to startle Michelle Carter, aka Goldstar.
“Do you know wherever whoever wrote this is?” Jem asked before either of them could say anything.
“He’s out dealing with yet another crisis,” she explained with a frown. “I’m sorry, who did you say you were again?”
“Sorry,” Foe said with a blush. “I’m Foe, the sprite is Jem, and the girl on the cell is Kagome. We’re…”
“Time travelers?” Michelle guessed.
“Sort of?” Foe answered. He was trying not to stare at her tits. She was wearing a relatively low cut blouse, and like most superheroines she had the most common superpower of them all. “Definitely travelers of a sort. Sometimes through time, sometimes through space, never with a TARDIS so don’t ask about that. But yeah, we can pretty much go anywhere and anytime we want.”
“So I see,” Michelle answered, still frowning. The air behind her began to hum, and the spare spot at the back of the lab began to glow as it filled with a large glass orb. Three men were inside of it. One was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The other was clearly a superhero, decked out in a skin tight blue and gold outfit. The other was dressed for a night out at the bar, black tank top over well defined muscles tucked into a pair of jeans that must have been sprayed on. He was also quite clearly knocked out.
“We found the anomaly,” the man in the t-shirt announced as he stepped out of the sphere. Foe recognized him as Rip Hunter, the Time Master. The guy in the costume was clearly Booster Gold. No idea who the third one was. “Managed to tag him with a stunner down at a bar. Don’t know if he was just lost or lazy, but I guess it could have been worse.”
“Rip, we have company,” Michelle replied, nodding to Foe and his group.
“Oh, hey, Foe,” Rip answered nonchalantly as he dropped the unconscious man on the table. “So, what are you here for this time?”
“This time?” Foe asked in confusion. The conversation was making less sense than the scrawling on the blackboard.
“Hmmm,” Hunter answered with a frown. “Must be your first time through. Well, that’s fair I suppose. Anyways, welcome to Earth-1.” He nodded to the man on the table, who let out a groan and started to sit up. “Is he one of yours?”
“Am I one of whose?” the man asked.
“I don’t recognize him,” Foe answered. “But that doesn’t mean much. I’m hardly an expert on every Author running around the Verse.”
“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense,” Rip answered with a nod. “Well, he detected as one, and I figured it was better to get him off the streets before he caused too much of a scene.”
“I wasn’t going to cause a scene!” the man protested groggily. “Can’t a guy just get a drink around this place?”
Foe and Rip turned at the same time and said in unison, “No.”
“Hey, Rip, care to fill the rest of us in?” Booster demanded. He had noticed the way Foe was looking at Michelle, and big brother syndrome had kicked in at full blast.
“I suppose I could,” Rip answered casually. “But all I have are names. Foe, Jem, and Kagome,” he said, pointing at each in turn. “Which means… aw. Damn.”
“Damn? What damn?” Foe asked.
Rip shook his head. “Can’t say. Spoilers and all that, you know? But its gonna suck for at least two of you, you told me that much. Oh, and say hello to the girls when you see them next, and give Sanura my love. Other than that…”
“Can’t tell me much,” Foe said, accepting the bad news with a nod. “Can you at least tell me where the Sues are?”
“Your best bet is to start in Gotham,” Rip answered. “Batman has been drawing a lot of attention lately, what with Dick taking over and Bruce coming back from the dead, as well as those movies from your universe. I’ve got the feeling its pretty infested right about now.”