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It was an average day, and an average night, leading into an average morning with not so average Superbabes. There was nothing 'average' about them after all… unless you want to get technical, because on 'average' they're all sexy as fucking hell.
Speaking of sexy as fucking hell… Livewire just got back for her last fucking of the night, resting her hands on her sore, big blue booty as she walked into the locker rooms, rubbing her blueberry ass cheeks as she rotated her beautiful head on her neck.
"Mierda, esos malditos tipos" she mumbled, moving her hands from her ass to her shoulders and rubbing her neck. Though she couldn't really argue too much, her Sluutavan side enjoyed every second it her all anal plowing. Naturally, post slut clarity was kicking in around the time she was starting to feel her legs, and the orgasms were wearing off so her manhandling soreness was coming back all at once.
She's used to it. Being Half-Sluutavan was a lot like being an alcoholic in recovery and someone keeps slipping you tequila. The hangovers and the shame are powerful when you come out of it. Her urge to fuck anything when she's turned on, or by whom she's turned on, is strong and euphoric… but her desire to be more than literally someone born to fuck still lingers in her beautiful, exotic, 'fuck my blue half-Colombian culo hard' body.
She can't imagine what it's like to be a full-blooded Sluutavan, nor did she really want to apart from morbid curiosity.
"Hey." Izzy yanked her anime t-shirt down over her big geek girl boobs. "Rough time?"
"No more so than usual," Livewire replied, already peeling her suit off her body, and removing her boots and putting them in the locker.
"Heading home?" Izzy asked casually as Livewire tossed the suit into a nearby laundry hamper. Once it was full it would be sorted into 'dry clean' and 'in-house' washing… for clarification, her suit was a 'Dry clean'.
"That's the plan." she noted a little tiredly
"Doing anything later?"
"What do you want Chica?" Izzy smiled at Livewire who was giving her a suspiciously curious look.
"Soooo want to go to a convention with me?" Izzy asked quickly as Livewire laughed.
"No! Diablos, no!" Livewire replied, heading to the showers for a quick rinse before heading home. "Izzy I CANNOT go to geek conventions! That is a HOTBED for horny nerds in cosplay." Livewire scoffed, "Yeah. No. I don't feel like being the center of an orgy again. Ay!" she gasped as suddenly Izzy dove at her waist, wrapping her arms around Livewire's waspy waist and burying her face into her right ass cheek…
She's had her mouth closer and on/in worse things than Livewire's fantastic blueberry booty. "Come ooooon! I need you!"
"Ay! Izzy what the hell?!
"Joy is abandoning me to go on a date. Jess has to work that night! And Leslie's going to a showing of the new Grey Ghost movie! I need sex appeal!"
"You are sex appeal! We are ALL sex appeal! What are we talking about!?" Livewire sighed, quickly calmed herself despite having a beautiful woman on her ass, then pulled the wavey dark-haired geek girl off her culo. "Ay, chica, what are you doing?"
"So…" Izzy began, pulling herself away and getting off the floor, taking the chance her begging gave her. "I entered into a cosplay contest at the convention, dressing up as fantasy characters, I THOUGHT that Joy and Mike would go but they're doing a couple of things, Jess can't go because she's working and Leslie-
"Ay you mentioned that already."
"I need a team of three and so far now it's just me and Mel." Izzy replied, "I need you! If you're our third it could totally work! Jess was going to go as a dryad but we could Totally pass you off as a Drow. All we need to do is add elf ears and give you a sexy corset and boots and you're good!"
Livewire stared at her incredulously. "WHAT is a 'drow'?"
"That's not important I just need you to show up and look sexy! That's it! In and out and you won't even need to be there long!" Izzy replied, "Pretty please?" giving her a look at only made Livewire sigh.
"…FINE… where is it?"
"Show up at my apartment tomorrow at 5 and I'll drive us there!" grinned Izzy, "I got to apply your prosthetics first!" then she excitedly ran off. Livewire sighed again.
"…What did I just agree to?"
"I think you know already." Orders suddenly answered her confidently, and she rolled her eyes.
"Hijo de puta." Livewire scowled.
The next day, just a little before five… Livewire true to her word strutted towards Izzy's apartment building, her thick blue booty packed into a pair of jean shorts almost the same color as her skin so it at least looked like she was wearing long pants. She also wore her hoodie, covering most of her pretty face but her ass was drawing the most attention anyway so most were doing a double take on that rather than her blue skin.
Still, she entered Izzy's building, taking the elevator to the 2nd floor, and walked to her apartment, raising her fist to knock-
Time-Ahora no!
And to hear the playful reply of Mel inside. "Superbabes Special Delivery Service!" Livewire rolled her eyes and easily opened the unlocked door, entering to discover Mel in a sexy little green two-piece skirt and crop top number holding a bow, an empty quiver, brown leather boots and gloves, and a full head of platinum blonde hair that went down to her mid-back along with elflike pointed ears. Significantly different from her short-haired golden blonde. "I can't resist sometimes." The clown-girl mimic noted with a smile.
"What are you wearing?"
"It's my costume. I'm an elf archer." Replied Mel as Izzy shouted from somewhere in her surprisingly messy and geek-chic filled apartment.
"Ranger!"
"Elf Ranger." Mel replied with a roll of her blue eyes. "I'm an archer." She mouthed as Livewire raised a thin, well-groomed white eyebrow as she looked around the geek culture-filled apartment only to see Izzy in what could only be described as a chainmail bikini and thigh-high black boots approaching her. Her normally long silky black hair was tied back in a ponytail and wearing some sort of headband with a metal plate on the front. Strapped to her back was a large sword, held there by a belt-like bandolier crossing over her chest between her big geek girl tits.
"Great! You're here!" Izzy said, taking her by the hand. "Great I can get your ears on and you can get into your costume."
"Mierda!" she gasped as Izzy dropped her into a chair in front of a mirror, already taking off her top. "Izzy!"
"Relax okay, I've done this hundreds of times. This is going to feel weird." She said, managing to get a-
"What?" out of Livewire before she felt an odd STICKY sensation on her ears. "The HELL is that?"
"An adhesive, don't worry as long as you don't do anything TOO rigorous…" she then applied some plastic pointed ear-tips, giving Livewire's natural blue ears a notable pointed look. Just like an elf, before styling her hair and smiling at the results, lightly brushing and tending to Livewire until it was hardly noticeable… she looked like a blue elf… that wasn't so bad.
"See? All you got to do is stand around, glare at people, and look pretty! Think Ashley… only look pretty."
"Oooh. Now say that in FRONT of Ashley." Smirked Mel, confidently smirking as Izzy, notedly, didn't reply. "That's what I thought." Chuckled Mel as Izzy walked away again.
"Don't touch those ears. The adhesive needs 45 seconds to cure. They'll come right off with hot water though." Livewire admired her new accessories for a few seconds and she had to admit Izzy did a good job. "Okay!" she said returning and handing her a skimpy outfit. "Put this on."
It looked like a costume out of a D-list fantasy move. A metal bustier and some metal-looking briefs she might wear to the gym, or go jogging in… if she wanted to cause injuries and traffic accidents again. "What the hell is this?"
"It's the best I could do on short notice, look they're stretchy they'll fit that great butt of yours and show off maximum skin! We'll win the contest for sure!" she said excitedly, "And we don't even have to paint you, it's a great idea."
Livewire hesitantly stared at the briefs, then rolled her eyes. She might as well commit. She stripped down, putting on the top was the easy part, her full breasts hugging the tight top perfectly, though it did feel a little lose. But it was always the stretchy briefs that were going to be a problem, showing off her thick thighs as she packed that blue booty into those shorts, feeling more skintight than stretchy at this point. As she finally packed her ass into them, Izzy wrapped a belt around her waist with two daggers in scabbards attached.
"Are those real?" asked Livewire surprised but Izzy smiled and removed one, grabbing the leather-wrapped hilt and brushing a cool dull edge onto Livewire's arm.
"No. But the point is still sharp so be careful with it." She said, handing her a pair of knee-high leather boots with heels… or course. "And here we have out Drow rouge!" declared Izzy, "Let's go win me a contest!" she handed Livewire a coat, before throwing one on herself. Mel was kinda okay, but Izzy and Livewire were practically naked… going for the sexy vote apparently.
"Why is it so important to win a contest?" Livewire replied curiously, getting into Izzy's car with Mel.
"Bragging rites!" Izzy replied, "Plus MARSHA will be there." She said with such scorn it would give Batman a run for his money.
"…Who's Marsha?" Livewire asked as Mel sighed.
"Izzy's arch-enemy from Middle school to college." She noted with the air of someone who has heard the MANY grievances Izzy has had with Marsha before.
"She's beaten me in every contest we've ever had together but THIS time! This time I'll beat her! Does SHE have a sexy blue woman?! I think not!" Livewire rolled her eyes.
"Glad I could help." Livewire mumbled, but at least she was used to getting gawked at in skimpy clothes.
They arrived at the Gotham convention center filled with nerds and geeks of all shapes and sizes, as well as genres from fantasy to sci-fi, to anime and games… many of them in costume. Walking into the convention hall after paying for the tickets. Walking through the booths and heading to the main stage where 'costume contest entry' was clearly displayed. Once Izzy signed them in, the person behind the counter handed them a ticket #6, and gestured off to the side.
"We'll begin in a little over an hour, once we do wait until your number is called and head up onto stage." She said as Izzy thanked her, and walked towards the waiting area with them.
"Alright ladies. I don't care if we win the grand prize all that matters is we beat-"
"Isabella." A woman said with haughty animosity… Izzy froze and slowly turned, giving a stern western movie glare.
"MARSHA…"
A tall elegant blonde woman with a supermodel body and dressed in an outfit that screamed evil sorceress stood between two towering men. One wore polished white metal armor, wielding a sword and shield, the other had a massive lumberjack beard, wearing buckskins and furs, and holding a fireman's ax.
"So good to see you…" cooed the elegant blonde who radiated a popular mean bitch aura with her wavey, silky blonde hair. "I thought after I beat you so badly last time you'd keep your gorgeous head in your comics." She said with maximum passive aggressiveness.
"Yeah? Well, I figured with that Wizard of Oz Remake coming up they'd need someone to play the house that crushes the witch."
"Oooh Scathing." She said, with a laugh as she then brought her attention to Mel. "Melissa…" she greeted almost politely, before focusing on Livewire. "You're new. Hello." She noted dismissively not even asking for Livewire's name before returning her attention to Izzy. "What's the matter couldn't convince Elsa to come back."
"Her name is Leslie!" replied Izzy confidently.
"Yet you had her dress up as Elsa." Replied Marsha casually. "It's no matter, and so how badly am I going to beat you this time Izzy?"
"Hah! Jokes on you!" declared Izzy, grabbing her coat and throwing it off dramatically, it then landed on a nerd dressed as a wizard. Then dramatically posed in her chainmail bikini… and it was VERY popular. Her big geek girl tits bounced spectacularly to Marsha's increasing annoyance. Her own sorceress dress might make her tits look great but there was no comparison to Izzy's generous blessings.
"Once again Izzy using sex appeal…" noted Marsha sarcastically, "Whoever would have guessed?"
"You're just jealous I'm a hit." She said, giving the grinning geeks a knowingly playful wink… but it was having an… effect… on Livewire. Suddenly feeling hot and seeing Izzy was stripping down already, she opened her coat.
"OOOOOOOOH!!!" howled the crowd as they were treated to beautiful blue thickness. Which ALSO didn't help her… mood. The hormones of the horde of nerds hit her like a slap to the face and multiple slaps to the crotch… INSTANTLY she was very aware that this was a complete and total mistake… and now she had to go and relieve herself. She turned to Mel as Izzy was completely ignoring her and spitefully trading barbs with Marsha. Resting a hand on Mel's shoulder.
"Bathroom… NOW." She whispered desperately, Mel raised an eyebrow.
"OH. Shit.. Um." Realizing that Livewire was having an 'attack of the Sluutavan' moment she quickly tried to remember where the bathrooms were and pointed. "Over there on the other side of the center on your right." She then quickly marched through the con, not making eye contact with anyone even though her body got plenty of looks. Even rushing she still had a sexy 'fuck me' strut. Her ass struggling to escape the new stretchy briefs and the briefs valiantly holding on… this is the longest tight pants have gone so far without splitting at the seams.
"Haaah!" Livewire, the restrooms in sight suddenly gasped, her body shaking eagerly as another wave of horny nerd energy hit her and she hit the wall, leaning against it, her thick blue ass shaking as she mustered her strength and made it to a restroom… unfortunately she didn't notice which one. She stumbled her way through the bathroom, blindly heading to the largest stall at the end of the row and ignoring the urinals as she rushed in and slammed the door shut.
Of course, if she was paying attention she might have noticed the collection of guys using the bathroom, and many of them briefly stunned. Livewire stuffed her hand into her tight pants, and immediately started fingering herself, thrusting her fingers into her wet pussy and furiously masturbating trying to get her instincts under control, but her fingers weren't cutting it… but the fake daggers at her waist my help. She peeled the lower half of the costume off her body, throwing it to the floor before ripping on of the leather-hilted daggers from her belt, the handle wrapped with leather was ribbed for her pleasure…
Izzy might be less than inclined to let Livewire use her dagger like a dildo, but she should've thought of that when she asked Livewire to be here. "Haaah!" gasping as she stuffed herself with the handle, hissing softly as she slid it in and out. Steadying herself. "Haa! Ah! AH!!" panting slightly, her head tilting back before biting her lower lip and trying to muffle her cries of pleasure.
Of course, naturally, someone politely decided to check in on her. And it just so happened to be by someone dressed up as Superman… the big guy finished putting his junk away, washed his hand then cautiously approached the handicap stall raising his fist. "Uh-Hey-" he knocked-
Time: 6:05 PM. Place: Gotham Convention Center (Men's Handicap stall)
"You okay in there…?" Livewire didn't lock the door so it swung open, "…Holy shit." He breathed in surprise getting a full view of Livewire's thick blue ass, wobbling and gyrating as she thrust her hips towards the dagger.
"Haah! AH! Ah!" but the dagger wasn't doing it for her… the dagger clattered to the stall floor as she ripped it from her pussy, strings of Sluutavan arousal snapping away as she glanced over her shoulder at the scent of a horny guy. Her ass cheeks twitching as if twerking she suddenly turned and threw herself onto her knees before him.
"Holy Shit!" he gasped, grabbing onto the frame of the stalls as she hooked her hands into her Superman pants and yanked them down just far enough for the sweet treat she needed. Opening her mouth immediately and wrapping her mouth around his not so superman sized dick. But she didn't care, already sucking on his shaft as the bathroom became filled with excited perverts. Superman rested a hand on Livewire's rapidly bobbing head. Kneeling on the tiled floor and sucked away, her hands pulling his hips forward into her mouth… sliding her lips on his length.
"What the hell man. Is that drow chick giving out free blowjobs?" asked someone excitedly as Superman suddenly groaned and Livewire froze, feeling him pump his load into her mouth, she gulped it down. "Holy shit is she swallowing?" Livewire popped off Superman's cock and gasped erotically, her ass cheeks wobbling on her legs as she stuck out her tongue.
"Haaah…" her unfocused eyes gazed up at the ceiling as Superman quickly managed to pull himself together, pulling quickly away. Leaving Livewire on her knees, her tongue swirling around her mouth for traces of cock before glancing around at the stunned nerds. She grabbed at her blue breasts and moaned out a simple. "Próxima." She moaned, tongue lolling from her mouth and pointing into her mouth.
A Stormtrooper from the Planet Battle series scoffed, "Well if you guys aren't up for it-" he said, quickly approaching Livewire and unhooking his codpiece. Let a large black dick pop out towards her mouth. "Oh DAMN…" he moaned as Livewire didn't even hesitate already slamming her face on the fresh cock in her mouth as he groaned. "OH DAMN this chick is a pro!" he groaned as the echo of her throat slurping on dick echoed around the bathroom, her tongue flicking on his urethra as he hissed through his teeth. "Oh damn…" his hand on the back of her head, pulling her deeper. "Get that dick baby! Ooh…" he groaned, bucking towards her face. "Oh damn! FUUuuck!!" pulling back and his cock visibly pulsating as he pumped his cum into the back of her throat.
"Ahhh…" She gasped, suddenly reaching out to grab the frame of the stall, standing up and turning around, putting her hands on the wall and shaking her blue ass behind her-CLAP CLAP CLAP-echoing around the stalls… bathrooms have the best acoustics. "Próximo. Fóllame... Que alguien me folle!"
"What did she say?" someone asked only for a dusky-skinned gentleman dressed as a musketeer or something rushed in.
"Es realmente obvio!" he said in Spanish before shifting his pants and clapping a hand on Livewire's thick blue ass. "I got you chica! Let me at this culo!" he smacked her ass-
"AY!" she gasped happily before he spread her, and pierced her. "Oooh! SI!"
"Oh Mierda!" he gasped, grabbing her waist and jackhammering away at her thick blue body, her ass cheeks rippling against his hips as he slid his hands up from her waist to her tits, pulling her back on his thrusts.
"SI! Si! Si! No pares!" her hands sliding down the wall until reaching a full 90 degrees with her back, his hips slapping away at her blue booty as she clawed the way. "Oooh!! Ooooh!!" shuddering as he rammed into her pussy, before ripping out of her. "Madre hija de puta!" she gasped as the Musketeer moved over to the toilet and unloaded into it.
"Oh mierda… that was good-ECK!" she shoved the musketeer to the floor before grabbing the 'next in line', Guy throwing herself at him. Apparently pretending to be some sort of robot.
"Oh my!" he gasped in a slightly British voice as she yanked his pants away, mounting him and immediately riding him, her massive ass jumping up to clap loudly together. Her head was thrown back and displaying herself to the crowd.
"Si! Si! Que alguien me joda el culo!" riding the robot guy hard and before slamming her body down on him, rolling her ass cheeks up and down on his lap as she moaned, extending her tongue and howling as her genetics ravaged her brain and increased her pleasure. Especially once a large horny Viking loomed behind her, grabbing her thick bouncing blue cheeks before shoving her forward and shoving his cock into her ass. "Sí! Fóllame! MMGH!!" moaning as a large Orc with a pale dick slammed into her mouth and she was stuffed on all fronts. "Mmgh! Mmgnh! Mmgn!!" his hands grabbed her head, pulling her deep onto his thrusting hips as the Viking in her ass plowed deep into her half-colombian booty. Her ass cheeks clapping loudly against his waist as the robot rapidly bucked up into her from below.
Livewire moaned and slurped, feeling the Robot quickly lose control in her pussy, unloading and soothing her Sluutavan instincts just long enough to get another dose of thick medicine straight into her throat. "MMgh!" she buried her face into the Orc's furry crotch as he moaned contentedly. Rubbing her hair as she twisted her face then pulled it back, removing his spent cock from her throat to focus on the Viking.
"Si! Si! Te gusta ese culo?" she purred, wagging her ass and letting it bounce about even as he kept thrusting, holding her by the shoulders, briefly and pushing her down onto the robot. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!!" she squealed as he jackhammered down into her. The robot groaned uncomfortably.
"Can you let her get off me?" he moaned, her body rubbing against his robot mask. The Viking didn't really car about crushing his body, but he did stop fucking her long enough to haul her up from the floor into a full-nelson.
"Ay! Ay! Ay! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!" she squealed delightedly, her beautiful and thick blue body shaking in pleasure, her sumptuous flesh clapping ass cheeks and savage anal ravaging echoing out from the bathroom with her shrieking her orgasm, eyes rolling up into her head as her tongue lolled and she hit maximum Ahegao, orgasming and squirting across the floor as she climaxed. The Viking still jackhammering up into her as her jerked her about, shooting her squirt like a celebratory popped champagne bottle… "AHhhhh!!!" gasping as he groaned, burying his cock into her before groaning softly… shaking and pumping up into her. Before lifting her off his cock and then letting her go, she collapsed to the floor, face down and ass up… Her blue booty with a mind of her own continued to twerk and wobble trying to attract other takers all on it's own… and it was close to succeeding as a man dressed like a satyr grabbed a hunk of blue meet… only for a timely intervention
"Alright you fecking arseholes! Break it the feck up!"
"WHOA!!" a blue sneaker kicked the satyr away and a woman dressed in a blue onesie and wearing a rainbow wig grabbed Livewire and hauled him up from the bathroom floor and draped her on a sink, her ass still wobbling.
"Quit shaking that daft thing!" the woman snapped before spanking her. "Out Feckers! You already got a freebie! Out you go!" Livewire dazedly ignored the guys being hustled out of the room. The woman entered the stall and grabbed the dagger and Livewire's metal-looking stretchy bottom. She then stretched the underwear like she was aiming a slingshot and it snapped onto Livewire's blue ass like a wet towel.
"AY!!" suddenly she was brought out of her dazed Sluutavan trance before glaring at the woman. "…Ashley?!"
"Sup blue bitch." She tossed the bottoms on Livewire's face… Livewire was briefly stunned before Ashley was dressed like a colorful pony.
"Wh-" Livewire stopped herself, grabbed her pants and instantly began pulling the rest of the costume back on. "Why are you here? Why are you dressed like that?" she snapped, gesturing to Ashley's costume.
"Both answers are because it makes my little Fi happy." She said frankly, "Imagine my surprise that when I took her to the can, I spot you raising hell." She noted, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" she waved, "I got to get back to her. Try not to fuck anything on your way out." She added dismissively before taking her own leave and letting Livewire clean up herself and try to wash off the post-Sluutavan fit smell… again.
Time 6:50 PM. Place: Gotham Convention Center (Near the costume contest stage)
"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you over the sound of how LOUD your dress is." Izzy said childishly as Mel sat in a booth with Marsha's wingmen. Playing some sort of magical card game with the knight.
"That's fair, I can hardly ever hear anything you say because your fat TITS are flopping about all the time. Marsha replied once Livewire finally returned, glancing at the two going at it.
"Oh Hey Lori… you all good?" Mel asked as Lori groaned, but let her thick blue booty sit in a chair and shook her head disappointedly.
"…I'm better… are they still at it?"
"Yep." Replied Mel, putting down some sort of dragon card as the knight stared at in incredulously. "They'll be at it until one of them is on stage.
"…Did you know that Ashley's here?" Lori replied, trying to get her mind off the looks and trying not to smell the hormones.
"Oh yeah." Brought little Fiona all dressed up and everything… we're not supposed to tell her day they're here. It's past her bedtime." Mel replied casually.
Lori sighed, closed her eyes and tried to keep herself calm. "…We're going to need to leave RIGHT after this thing." She noted as a few of the people she FUCKED in the bathroom noticed her… and started giving her looks.
"Yep. I figured… though if Izzy starts another hair-pulling match with Marsha at least we'll have to leave early." Livewire twiddled her thumbs and tried very, VERY hard not to start another orgy… she wasn't having much luck…
End
FINALLY got around to do this, I'd like to thank Skymouse for the idea, and now all of you have Ashley in a Rainbow Run costume in your head, you're welcome. Anyway next up we're going to do Divine, we're running out of 6s so she needs to catch up.
To the butchering!
Shit, those fucking guys = Shit, those fucking guys
Próximo. Fóllame... Que alguien me folle! = Next. Fuck me… Someone fuck me!
Es realmente obvio! = It's really obvious!
Madre hija de puta = Mother fucker!
Que alguien me joda el culo = Someone fuck my ass!
Te gusta ese culo? = You like that ass?