The previous thread had gotten too long, I think (and hope) that was why it got so few comments, so I am starting a new one, we shall see.
Previous stories threadhttps://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/15449.html
Kicking off this new thread with a request from the last one. I don't actually know these characters, I never had more than a passing exposure to Sonic. so I decided to wing it with something silly :)
Gotta Go Fast
To the residents of Sonic Town, it was a Tuesday morning like any other. They wandered the streets, popping in and out of shops, going about their normal lives, never imagining the show that was about to take place. A few minutes before noon, they heard a rumbling, which quickly turned into a dull roar, growing louder still. Sonic and his friend Tails had been having a friendly competition to see who was faster. They had gone from feet to skates to bikes, and by the time they had gone to Mario and borrowed Karts, it had become decidedly less friendly, both wanted to win, engaging in an arms race, doing more and more ridiculous things to go ever faster.
Today, Tails was taking a test run with his new Nuclear Engine, powered by flames of Olympus supplied by Kratos. It was so fast, Tails was sure Sonic would NEVER be able to beat this. And to be fair, he wasn’t wrong. This had not been cheap, he was scraping together every gold ring he could go to keep his apartment, but it would be worth it to see the look on Sonic’s face when….
As Tails was celebrating his new speed, yelling “Gotta go fast? How’s THIS for fast? You slow moving blue freaEEKKK!!!” The steering wheel broke off in his hands, just as his craft came to the last hill before town. Tails screamed as his Kart shot up, jumping from the hill. 100 meter, 200, 300 meters, and then plummeted back to the surface, pointing directly at the town.
The crash was enormous, the blast even more. Tails HAD done one thing right, and that was the safety harness. He was not thrown from the kart, he wasn’t even shattered. That harness was a miracle of modern engineering. Tails was safe in his seat, and if the buckle hadn’t been bent in the crash, he would have walked away with a valuable lesson. Unfortunately for him, the buckle HAD bent, and he was stuck. Much worse, the Flames of Olympus containment unit by the engine had rupture, and the fire spilled out. It spread across the Kart, so instead of being killed in any of the hundred ways physics should have dictated on impact if Tails hadn’t set his machine to video game physics, Tails got to burn alive.
The furry little monster screamed and struggled to get free as the flames approached. Then they jumped across the floorboard and touched Tails, igniting his fur. His screams turned to shrieks as it raced across him, the magical fire not responding to his attempts to slap it out. His fur went up it a quick flash, accompanied by that stench of burning hair. Then it hit his flesh, burning through meat and scorching bone. It was awful, truly Hell to endure, and gruesome to watch, but it didn’t last long. It filled his lungs, then flame shot out his eyes, the unrecognizable corpse of Tails slumped in his seat, watched by the townsfolk who were just glad this obnoxious contest was over.
Nobody seemed to notice or care about the only other casualty. Chris Thorndyke had been standing to close to the impact zone, and now the young boy had a foot long shard of road sticking out of his belly. He pulled it out, then screamed in horror as his insides spilled out with it. He blubbered and begged for help, trying to get everything back where it belonged, until the cold hand of Death came for him. One of the residents of the town walked over and claimed the boy’s body for whatever unspeakable purposes he had. Nobody cared, everybody hated Chris.
Off in a side alley, Sonic watched with satisfaction. He had questioned Doctor Eggman when the mad genius had only taken one bolt out of the steering wheel, but as Sonic payed up, Eggman had assured him that it would do the trick. Well, Soic figured, if you are going to pay someone to kill your rival, you should trust them to get the job done. Sonic was the fastest thing in town again, everything was back to the way it should be.
Hehe that was fun! Makes me want to see you write some Family Guy fanfic - I bet Quagmire has some "interesting" hobbies we don't get to hear about on the show!
Also, love the new sig-pic! It's SO you! :-D
ikr? I love that pic!! <3
a couple other things in the works first probably, but I have been wanting to use Meg :)
Can't wait to see what you come up with :-D
I guess since this is a video game Tails should have more lives left :)
Part 1, hoping to have the rest later today, no promises.
Ellie and the Eagles:Part 1- Someone Save Me?
Lily Everett curled herself into a corner, covering her head as her father rained blows down on her with his belt. She cried, she screamed when he struck a particularly vulnerable spot, usually an open wound from a previous beating, but she did not beg. She knew begging would make it worse, that the best thing to do was cower until he wore himself out. She knew from experience that after the beating, he would fall asleep before long. She had hoped that he would unlock the pantry and give her something to eat before falling into his daily blind rage, but today was apparently not going to a day where she ate. But he hadn’t raped her before the beating either, Lily would gladly choose going hungry over being raped, both happened a few times a week.
Eventually Gabe Everett did indeed wear himself out. He kicked his daughter a few times, they staggered to the couch and his whiskey, cursing her, blaming her for things that had happened before she was born, or things she couldn’t possibly be to blame for. He slumped down, took another swig, and was snoring in 5 minutes. Only when she was sure he was out cold did Lily dare uncurl and slink out of the room. She made her way to the closet she slept in. She had a cot in the corner of the den, but Lily had learned a long time ago not to sleep in the same room as her father. There was a closet situated as far from the couch as possible, at the other side of the house, that suited her much better.
Lily got to her closet and made sure the door was locked behind her, pushing a trunk in front of it before she turned on her small lamp. She had a sleeping bag, a small pile of clothes, her lamp, a clock, and her two most treasured things in this world. A well loved copy of The Hobbit, and Mommy. Lily read from The Hobbit each night, she knew every word. The well fed and kindly Bilbo, with friends who cared about him and defended him, a real home and food to go back to, and a magic ring that let him him from danger, Lily would have traded her soul for any of those things. Lily wished she could go into the story, she wouldn’t mind the danger, or the monsters, she already had those. She wanted giant eagles to take her away from here, she wanted friends by her side, to talk to and keep her safe, to chase away her monster. She would read about the arrival of the Dwarves tonight, she loved the singing and the pranks and even just the descriptions of the food.
Then there was Mommy. Lily did all of the shopping, it was the only time she was allowed out of the house, and she had a tracking anklet to keep her from running. During her trips to the mall, she would keep whatever change she could from the money Gabe gave her, and she bought things. First had come a mannequin, the shop owner was going to throw it out because the finish was chipping, when the timid little girl had visibly worked up the courage to ask if she could buy it, the shop owner had just smiled and given her the mannequin and a cookie, which made her entire week. She had gotten odds and ends, strips of a heated blanket, the fabric damaged but the heating element intact, breast implants that she slipped inside a padded bra, an 3XL T-shirt, and she had made Mommy. The mannequin limbs could be positioned, and Lily had fashioned herself a hugging robot. She would prop it up against the wall, lower the arm around herself, put her head to the breast insert, and that was the closest she’d ever had to a hug. It was warm and soft and tight, and Lily was pretty sure it felt like the real thing.
Lily sat carefully against the pillow on the wall, wincing as her left side flared in pain. She had broken the broom the day before, and Gabe had beaten her with the handle. It wasn’t her worst beating, that was probably the time she had scratched his car taking out the trash and the tire iron had been handy when she told him, or the time he had been sharpening his knives and decided to test them on her, or the time she had begged him not to brand her and he had beaten her with the branding iron (the ointment he got at the hospital had removed the worst of the burn scars, but she was still permanently blind in one eye) but it still hurt. She had black hair and very pale skin, the bits not bruised or cut, but the broom handle had left a good portion of the right side of her ribs bruised darker than her hair. Her fingers were bent and shaped wrong, Gabe would regularly break one or two fingers not even because he was angry, but just because he could. Broken fingers did not rank among the pains Lily had endured, but they bothered her more than any other injuries except her blind eye, for the same reason. Reading was her only escape, and her blind eye and crooked fingers made it more difficult.
Lily retrieved her book and settled in to read, when she felt something wet on her neck. She quickly determined that she had a new cut on her cheek and it was bleeding pretty good. Lily didn’t really cry much anymore. She still felt all of the emotions as strongly as ever, and she could fake it to keep from further angering Gabe, but she had seemingly lost the ability to shed genuine tears long ago. She sighed, pulling off her shirt, leaving her flat chest bare, every rib easily counted from years of only having a combined few proper meals a week for years, and she held the shirt to the cut, the belt buckle must have gotten her worse than she thought. Lily hated it, it felt like part of her was dying, and the pain made her dizzy, but this was not even a particularly bad day for her. She held the shirt until the bleeding stopped, and read her book for a bit.
Lily read a few chapters. She was very tired, but she wanted to stay up, just a little longer. Eventually, midnight rolled around and her clock beeped. Lily pulled out a lighter she hid very carefully, she had gotten it just for this. She flicked on the flame and whispered to herself “Happy birthday Lily” before blowing it out. She was now 12. Lily made the same wish she did every year, and before she turned out her light and tried to sleep, she knelt and offered up that wish as her nightly prayer. She prayed for an angel or an elf or some other kindly fantasy creature to come and take her from this place. Lily wanted a few things in life, adequate food, as well as affection among them, but to be taken from this place was the only thing she ever prayed for. Lily didn’t know if she believed in any of it, but she still prayed, it hurt nothing, and SOMEONE might be listening. She fell asleep and dreamed of the giant eagles carrying her to a better place.
fml, title is 'Lily and the Eagles*
Awww I desperately want to save her but I've read enough of your stories to know a happy ending is unlikely! Maybe a merciful death at least?
Whelp… I'm depressed now :(
Onix- he has infinite more lives, tortured and killed in hell every day forever ;)
Executioner- yay, glad you liked it!
Anonymous- that's definitely the goal, this is supposed to be one of my more emotional stories <3
Edward- we keep chatting, you know. lol
I try to use this stuff as way to cope with man-hating women but I just couldn't fully succeed on this one, she is too young and innocent :(
Well with that story I even don't know if I have to cry or laugh this way too much to process properly. Looks like the girl also ended in the same situation
I am not very good with that kind of situations because by my nature the response to anyone hurting me is REVENGE! and she is not even thinking about that.
It went longer than I thought, part 3 coming shortly :)
Part 2- the Raid
Lily was woken by shouting and banging. Her blood froze for a moment, thinking that her father had come to her closet to beat her. Then as her brain started to wake, she realized that it was multiple voices, as least one female. Then there was a crash, it sounded like the door had been broken down. She heard a shocked noise from her father, then a thump and grunt, then a woman again. “Gabriel Everett, you have been found guilty thousands of counts each of child abuse, torture, assault and battery, child neglect, rape of a child and endangerment of a child, and you have been sentenced to death. May you burn in Hell”. There was an odd pop. It wasn’t gunfire, Lily had heard gunfire, Gabe had actually shot her on more than one occasion, but it was the closest to the sound. Lily didn’t know if she should investigate or run, she settled for holding Mommy more tightly and she waited, hearing the woman giving orders downstairs.
Lily clung tightly to the doll for what seemed like both a long time and almost none at all, until there were footsteps outside of her closet. The door opened, and two uniformed SWAT team members stared in at the small, trembling child clinging to what looked like a crude sex doll. One called into the hall “ Ma’am, we found her”. The voice Lily had heard speaking to Gabe responded “Good work, go wait outside” and the woman stepped into view. She bore a strong resemblance to Gina Carano from Deadpool, although the tag on her vest said Jody Swan. She had more scars, she was in tactical gear, and she had the eyes of someone who had seen and done awful things, but when she looked at Lily, those eyes softened and filled with warmth, and Lily thought she might be an angel.
Jody looked at Lily, cataloging every scrape and bruise, her experienced eye getting a pretty good guess even at the injuries she couldn’t physically see. Each one broke her heart, and increased her rage, she wished she could kill Gabe again. But even as she thought that, something must have showed on her face, because the girl shrank back, with fear in her eyes, and whispered “Please don’t beat me” and that upset Jody more than any of the rest, the kid had psychological scars deeper than anything physical.
Jody got down on her knees and held out a hand “Oh honey, I’m not going to beat you. I’m the government, one of the good guys.” She touched the eagle pin on her jacket, showing Lily, seeing hope and awe. Jody had no way of knowing that the government meant less than nothing to Jody, that she just saw the eagle pin and thought of her book, sure that they had been summoned by her prayer. But the girl seemed to trust her a bit more, that was all that mattered. Jody nodded, putting her tiny, misshapen hand in Jody’s large, strong hand. A hand that had taken down child abusers of every stripe. They had different orders with Lily, but those hands had killed dozens of abusers and been the salvation of over 100 children. Jody knew The Hobbit, and she would have loved the thoughts Lily had. Saving kids and raining fire and brimstone on their predators was more than a job to Jody, it was her calling.
Lily looked at her with big, uncertain eyes “Does this mean I’m safe now? Are the beatings over?” and Jody nodded “Lily, I promise you, nobody in this world is EVER going to hit you again, ever” the girl had a look of hope in her eyes “No more rape?” If Jody could have raised Gabe from the dead and skinned him slowly, she would have. Her heart and mind were briefly a mushroom cloud of hatred, but she didn’t let it show, Lily needed to see kindness and love “No more rape honey. The people who do that are monsters. Me and my team? We go after the monsters”. The next thing Jody knew, Lily was hugging her, latched right on. Jody hugged her back, and for a moment, Lily was not in pain, she was not scared, she was not the little girl who wondered each day if this was the day Gabe would kick her to death. She was a vulnerable little kid who was safe for the first time, and deciding that hugging this real woman was MUCH better than her doll. Jody felt the change in body language and made a snap call. She pulled herself from the hug for a moment, much to the distress of the kid, then pulled her vest off, leaving only a white tank top and sports bra, which followed her vest to the ground exposing her torso completely before hugging Lily again.
Neither was wearing a shirt, Lily felt Jody’s large breasts against her own flat chest, those strong arms around her. All her barriers came down, all the years of survival instincts melted, and her emotions burst forth. She cried, expressing feelings that she had been too afraid of retribution to ever let out before. She wept, tears running down her cheeks, clinging to Jody. Her powerful protector stroked Lily’s hair and just let it happen. Eventually Lily made herself stop, mostly because her ribs and lungs burned so badly, and just hugged.
After a while, Jody whispered “Lily, do you want to come with me?” Lily nodded. She was drained in every possible way, she was confused and fragile and she didn’t have a clue what she wanted out of the future, but if Jody was going somewhere, it would take an act of God to keep Lily from going as well. They stood, Lily asked “Should I get my shirt?” Jody smirked “ I’m not going to” and that suited Lily just fine. She never went topless around the house, worried that it might increase the chance of rape, but with Gina, she wasn’t even a little afraid.
They went outside, passing the dead body that had been Gabe. That made this whole thing more real for Lily. She had tried to kill him once, come at him with a kitchen knife. He had taken it, beaten her senseless, starved her for a week, and raped her every day for a month for that stunt. And there he was, dead in the kitchen, with an odd hole in his skull. Lily had come to love Jody almost immediately, but seeing this proof that they had fought and destroyed her demon, it was a religious moment. the Eagles had come, and everything was going to be okay.
They walked out the front door, Jody standing on the side where Lily could see her out of her one working eye, holding her hand. The rest of the team was just out front. None of them reacted to the toplessness of the two, Jody had walked into fire more than once for her team, they would never question an odd choice by her, not for a moment. Not noticed by Lily, Jody nodded to her second in command. As they stepped outside, he took three quick steps, coming up on her blind side. He produced a bolt gun, and before Lily had any idea that something was wrong, he put it to her head and pulled the trigger, creating the same odd pop that Lily had heard kill Gabe.
Wow… what is going on?! Jody seemed genuinely upset at how Lily was treated… is it euthenasia because they know how badly damaged she is and there's no fascilities to care for her properly? I guess we'll find out in part 3!
This is the last of it, I hoe you all enjoy! less of a dick move than the previous.
Part 3- What comes next
In the physical world, to Jody and her team, Lily dropped without a sound or reaction, just pitched forward, dead before the sound of the discharge even reached their ears. To Lily, it was a little different. She didn’t feel the device or hear the sound, she didn’t experience falling. She had been in mid-step, and when her foot touched the ground, that ground was a cloud. Startled, she looked around. Everything was clouds, clouds and a soft golden light. The air was cool on her skin. She didn’t see the sun, but she had that feeling of warm sunlight and a cool breeze. That cool breeze made Lily aware that she was naked, she noticed that first. Then she realized she was staring down at her own naked body with both eyes, not just the one she’d had left since she was 9.
Lily started to put it together. She saw that all of her bruises were gone. Her cuts, burns, whip marks, scars, bullet wounds, her limp from a poorly set broken femur, all of it. And her hands, her fingers were straight and unmarked, like they had never been broken. Part of Lily accepted that there would always be mysteries. She had some idea where she was, but no idea how she got there. And then she heard a voice, familiar because she had heard it moments ago “Hey honey”.
Lily turned, and there was Jody. Her scars were gone, but it was Jody, as naked as Lily, and smiling. “Jody? What happened?” Lily asked. Sadness touched the face of the woman “Lily, you are dead, and this is Heaven. I am so sorry baby. One of your cuts bled at the mall, we tested it and you had a virus, it would have hurt a lot of people. So we were ordered to kill Gabe…and then kill you. We didn’t want to, we looked for another way, but we couldn’t take the chance. I arranged your funeral myself, it was one of the hardest days of my life”.
Jody seemed to be bracing for anger, but Lily didn’t feel it, she was mostly still confused. “But…..I just got here, if I died first, how are you here?” Jody nodded “You did, I lived about 50 years after that day, I lived a long life and died in my sleep. I saved a lot of kids after what we did to you Lily, but every day, for all those years, I remembered you, I thought of you, I punished myself for betraying you, but it was the only way. If you hate me, I understand. But when I died, I came here. And the angels let me move in time, to come back in Heaven time so I could be here when you arrived. I know you never really had anyone in life, I thought that even I might be better than nobody waiting to meet you”.
Lily nodded slowly, understanding more. An awful thought touched her “Is Gabe….” she looked around, as though he might jump from behind a cloud and beat her again. Gina shook her head “No, Gabe is in Hell. The folks who decide where you go are nice, they will forgive almost anything,t they eve forgave me, and Dante was basically right about the rings, but Gabe is in Hell. He is being raped by a demon forever. He can’t ever touch you. I know I lied on Earth, but I mean it now, nothing will EVER hurt you again”.
Jody was still waiting for Lily to hate her, ready for it. She was not ready for the munchkin to hug her. “You didn’t lie” Lily stated quietly “Not once. You said nobody would beat me. You said nobody would hurt me. One second, I am on Earth, happy, but in a lot of pain. Then i blink and i am here, in no pain. I didn’t feel a thing when I died, not a thing, you didn’t lie. You took me out of there, and you waited for me here. Will you stay with me?” Jody felt relief and love “I will never leave you baby. I want you to meet some people. My friends and family, and the SWAT team is here, Joey wants to apologize for actually pulling the trigger. You will like it here, every day is a party”. Lily nodded, more excited for her afterlife than she had ever been for her life. Jody wrapped an arm around her little friend, and they walked into the golden clouds.
Jody hadn’t mentioned because Lily was just a kid, but Heaven orgasms are MUCH better than Earth ones. Lily figured that out after a year or so, she joined in the Wednesday sex parties, she grew closer to Jody and learned to love many others, it was a VERY happy eternity.
Okay I forgive you for part 2 now <3 Is Lily's mum in Heaven too?
I can actually see potential for a sub-genre that's kibd of up your street - similar to what you've written before but instead of executions, children carrying some plague (potential zomhie virus?) or monster gene that would trigger when they hit puberty and make them into something dangerous (werewolf?) having to be tracked down and euthenised but without malice?
This was something different to be sure, but I liked it! At the end of chapter 2 I wondered what on earth was going on, but it resolved nicely in the last chapter. It's fun to read an uplifting story on here once in a while!
Agreed! I found it very much in the style of Hans Christian Anderson and, to an extent, Charles Dickens :-)
I read chapter 2 and 3 in one go so I had no time to wonder what happened,
but looks like not only I can make strange stories where characters die for no reason LOL
anyway that's a big turn in the story after the first chapter I expected that she will be suffering for all eternity with that guy but it ended in a totally unimaginable way.
Although I even don't know what to think about Jody and "the government" who actually did not even care about Lily or tried to save her but just killed them both because of some strange virus.
Ow well, at least she did repent so it is fine
p.s. the moral of the story: the only time when the government cares about is when they want to kill you LOL
Think about times when the police or an animap charity rescue an abused animal but its in such a bad state it has to be put down immedediately to prevent further suffering - this was that kind of situation :-)
Well, this kind of saving is stupid because if she wanted to die she could just kill herself or just make that rapist kill her.
Euthanasia is for people who can't do it themselves.
But more importantly, the government knew about her being kept there, and only when they found out she has a virus entire family was killed.
This story takes place towards the end of the first season of Young Justice. If you haven’t watched it, you definitely should. Artemis (apprentice to Green Arrow) is about 15, almost 16, Robin/Dick Grayson, apprentice to Batman just turned 13. Idk if the ages are show-accurate, and I don’t care, those are the ages i want them :)
The bell rang, and most of the students of Gotham Academy hurried to the exits, eager to get home and enjoy the beautiful weather over the weekend. They had thoughts of spending time with their friends, of getting outside, running on the beach. Artemis Crock and Dick Grayson had other plans. They saw their friends most days, and aside from Mount Justice being on the beach, League missions took them to far more exciting places. For the two of them, what they really craved was privacy. Between school and training and missions and Team activities, the junior superheroes had to use their imaginations to secure a little time for themselves. So today, the same skills that allowed them to stalk the likes of Lex Luthor and Joker without being seen allowed them to avoid being noticed by teachers, custodians, and a vandal spray painting obscene things on lockers as the school was closed up.
The headmaster of the academy left last, pulling closed the barriers keeping civilians out of the academy courtyard over the weekend. Those barriers were no obstacle to the young heroes, they would just climb free when they were done. But the parents of academy students were very private, so there were no cameras in the courtyard. Meaning that Artemis and Robin weren’t due back at the cave for almost two hours and had this wide open space all to themselves and they had plans.
They went out onto the grass, and Dick spread a blanket for them to sit on. “Take your shirt off” Artemis commanded. As Robin, Dick feared nobody, he took orders only from Batman. As Dick Grayson, he obeyed whatever Artemis told him to do. The older girl was kind, but forceful, she knew what she wanted and how to take it. Grayson fondly remembered the time Harley Quinn had let the pair borrow her sex dungeon. Artemis had tied him to everything in there, doing things to him that would have made Joker and Harley blush, although maybe not Harley and Poison Ivy. Those two had an infinitely healthier relationship than Harley and Joker, but the rumors were that every time those two had the night alone, Ivy would do things with her vines that even the perviest of Redditors had never dreamed of, Rule 34 didn’t even apply to some of their most creative activities.
Still, the children didn’t have access to a COMICALLY well stocked sex dungeon right now. They sat on the blanket, and Grayson pulled his shirt off. Artemis loved his body. She wasn’t interested in an actual relationship with him, he was just a kid, but his body was what she liked. Just hitting puberty, it was clear to anyone who saw him that he still qualified as a shota. But having been trained by Batman, he had the stamina and flexibility and creativity to give her a real good time, while still being more or less adorable when she made him squirm. She put her hand on his bare chest and smiled as he blushed, illustrating her point. No matter how many times they did this, he always blushed the first time she touched him, and it never failed to make her smile.
The kids moved on to soft kissing, exploring each other’s mouths. Artemis undid her tie and buttons before slipping off her shirt, with no bra underneath. Her breasts were not large, but they displayed a firmness and perkiness to a degree that could only hope to be found in a teenager in beyond peak physical condition, the kind of boobs that hardly changed shape in the frequent cases where a villain hung her upside down over a death trap. Her nipples were ‘ant bites’, and right now they could cut glass. Grayson gave them a bit of attention with his thumbs, Artemis mumbled into their kiss, enjoying the sensation.
About an hour later, the sidekicks got dressed again and climbed out of the courtyard, crossing the street to a small church. Despite their upbringings in a very secular world, both had turned to religion. They didn’t weaponize any of the old laws against people, they didn’t use it for spreading hate, their faith was sincere. They led dangerous lives and saw the worst the world had to offer, they just wanted to believe in a higher power, it gave them comfort. Neither of them saw their weekly hookups as a sin, but they always prayed afterwards, it left them feeling refreshed somehow.
They sat in on the mass, took communion and prayed quietly in the back. When they left, both youngsters felt lighter, rejuvenated, happy with their place in a larger plan. Grayson felt like he was growing lighter with each step, like there wasn’t even ground under his feet….wait, huh? He looked down, and they were in fact off the ground, floating upward, along with a couple dozen other worshippers who had been the first out of the church. They were confused for a moment, then one of the other members cried out “Praise the Lord! This is the Rapture, we are being taken to Heaven!”
Artemis and Dick looked at each other “Could it be?…” ….”Yeah, I think so, it sure feels like it” expressions of bliss crossed their young faces as they rose up into the sky.They closed their eyes and embraced each other, ready to enter Paradise. They seemed to be picking up speed, moving faster and faster. Were they…falling? Artemis recognized that they had changed direction about a quarter second before they hit the ground. They had been over 200 meters in the air when they started the trip back down, both were destroyed on impact. The other churchgoers rained down as well, creating the worst (but best dressed) mess Gotham City had seen in many years.
From a nearby rooftop, Toyman watched and laughed, his new toy worked! About half of the League wouldn’t be vulnerable to an anti-gravity ray, but even just having the means to take out the Bat Family marked the start of a new era in super villainy!
Oh wow that was fun AND super-cruel! Mind you, they did get to go to Heaven, just not as painlessly as they'd been thinking! lol.
LOVE the comments about what Harley and Ivy get up to and how it was beyond most Redditor's dreams! Hehehe
Love it. Any chance that you might write some other Young Justice stories using the characters as they were in the first season? Some ideas to get the ball rolling…
* Artemis gets her wish and convinces Superboy to bed her instead of hooking up with M'gann. It's good for Artemis until Superboy's hornyness really kicks in and he forgets his own strength. Being less than a year old he doesn't have the experience to recognize when her cries of pleasure turn to cries of pain and he simply fucks her to death on his super dick.
* Zatanna is depressed after her dad becomes Dr. Fate. Looking to forget with some no strings attached sex she casts a lust spell on her teammates. But it keeps building and there's no way to turn it off so their urges become more perverse until they're torturing and snuffing each other for kicks. Zatanna is the only one unaffected but she's so depressed that she accepts her fate as Robin hangs her in a noose and jacks off over her dying breaths.
* M'gann obsessively watched Hello Megan and tried to base her life on earth on it. In a panel the show's creator revealed she also watched porn in a similar manner. What if the porn she watched was some illegal underground stuff taken from the Justice Leagues computers which she then acts out with the members of her team, some semi-willing and others not. For example using sexual bribes and promises fo more to make Wally do progressively more extreme things to a tied up and in truth unwilling Artemis.
thanks Anonymous! I wasn't sure how this story would land…..*realizes awful pun, groan* but I definitely intend to do more with the characters, I love that show! I don't really do graphic hetero sex scenes, I know it is a really silly line to draw on here, but I'm just not comfortable with them. i DO intend to do some things closer to that than people usually guess. maybe not the next thing, because I do try for a variety of settings, but definitely stay tuned! <3
Same anon as >>18474
but with a name now. I'd still love to see whatever you come up with but I was motivated enough to try writing something myself. It has some vivid violence but if you're willing to give it a read I'd appreciate any critical feedback you have. I've never written anything like this so I'm not sure how it came out.https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/18488.html
Wonderful! I always love when someone new gives it a spin, I will read as soon as I get a little time :)
just a couple hundred words of brain vomit between long stories
Tegan mooed into her ball gag as the rough hands mauled and tugged at her enormous hanging breasts. Her breasts had the size of her head before, the envy of her friends, before she was arrested with those drugs. Now, after a year of a rich diet and almost no exercise, a year of the hormones and supplements they crammed into her to induce lactation and keep the milk flowing, to keep her producing upwards of a gallon of milk a day, they were comical, like something straight out of the lowest of sexploitation comic books. She was milked every four hours, gagged, and strapped into this barbaric milking frame, and sometimes, that wasn’t enough. Her tits swelled with milk in between those sessions, getting harder, and painful. Not sore, painful, like balloons inflated too far. They frequently leaked, leaving valuable milk on the floor, and earning her a beating after the next milking. Tegan remembered that day in court, before the judge. She thought to herself, ten years is a long time, but how bad can the life of a dairy cow really be? It had to beat the other option the judge had given her, right? Now, with one year down and nine to go, Tegan would give anything to have chosen the gas chamber. But it was too late. And Tegan knew, she was a bad person, although you never would have guessed looking at her twenty year old baby face and big blue eyes. Tegan was going to Hell when she died. And when she did, Tegan knew now what awaited her, she would leave here, live her life, die in this world, and wake right back up at the dairy farm, forever.
This story is set in the Nobles and Clones universe (see previous thread, right near the top) WOW it has been a long time since I have done anything explicitly set there! If you have read those, you’re all caught up!
Justine Rowling stood on the ramparts of her castle, watching the new ‘class’ arriving. The great X16 granddaughter of the legendary author JK Rowling, Justine had been born into a family that had mostly gotten sick of being asked ‘Harry Potter this’ and ‘Harry Potter that’ and being expected to embrace to pop culture phenomenon. Most of her family hated talking about it, they were just so tired of it being all-consuming. Justine actually had to download the books, there were no copies of the series in her home. As a child, she had read all 7, watched all of the movies…..and unlike the rest of her family, Justine became a Potterhead to rival any of the other nerds.
She loved the stories. She cheered when the students won, wept when they suffered. She loved the stories, but she couldn’t figure out why her famous ancestor had made the characters endure so much, lose so much along the way, it made no sense to her. To try to understand it, she had acquired a sweet little 10yo Clone of Emma Watson. She had dressed the munchkin up in Hogwarts robes identical to what was worn in the movies, then locked her in a bathroom with a robotic troll, which promptly beat the little girl to death. And Justine understood, it all made sense. She had never been like a lot of the other Nobles, never really got the point of snuffing Clones, but she got it. It was the power, she was a god over the Clones, with as much power as JKR had over Hermione. She finally understood the decadent Noble urge to do wicked things just because she could.
Now, Nicole was a writer at heart, she didn’t want to build a theme park and just recreate what had already been done. She didn’t want to remake the movies with more gore and no survivors. Nicole wanted to bring it to life. So she had a castle built, on a smaller scale but faithful to the descriptions of Hogwarts. All of the classes in the books were taught, with shiny objects and funny words, and death. Clones were more disposable than any resource at all had been in the 21st century, there was no reason that each and every class couldn’t or shouldn’t have a death toll. Nicole got like-minded Noble nerds to teach the classes and devise on-theme deaths. Transfiguration was about turning them from a living girl into an endless variety of non-living bits. Charms involved a mess of sci-fi toys that would do amusing and terminal things, Quidditch was played with Bludgers that would punch a hole clean through a girl, it was all what Clones considered wholesome, almost childish fun. And Justine was very proud of her school, but of no feature so much as the Houses.
When the couple hundred new students were brought in to supplant those already present and replace those killed (twice a year, spring and fall semesters) they were Sorted. All Clones were conditioned to accept their deaths, 31st Century Hogwarts only accepted students who had learned to embrace it. They might borrow a less willing Clone to satisfy an urge, but Hogwarts only ‘graduated’ a couple a year, and they didn’t care to have students complaining about a 99.9% mortality rate. The students were sorted into four Houses, based on how they felt about their demise and how they wanted to approach it. They were ‘Sorted’ by a hat that was just scanners that read what they had been conditioned with.
Ravenclaw- the nerds, the brains, these girls read up on exotic snuff methods and tried to design better ones. More efficient, more showy, more painful. They were always tinkering or brewing. An unexpected bonus from what had just been a game for Justine, her Ravenclaws had over the years actually come up with a handful of devices or methods that had caught on and were considered trendy OUTSIDE of the school.
Slythering- The BDSM House. These girls were all sadists or masochists or both. Not every Slytherin enjoyed hurting, or being hurt, but every single one enjoyed one or the other. A Slytherin orgy could be identified by it sounding like a cheap horror movie with orgasms, usually right down to the chainsaw.
Gryffindor- they were not usually the brightest bulbs, kids who would have needed to fuck the teacher back in the days when they were expected to pass classes, not always, but usually. These kids were wild and reckless, more interested in putting on a show and being remembered than anything else, they had the highest mortality rate of any House. Their pranks and stunts and dares were the reason the entire castle was re-fireproofed at the start of each semester
Hufflepuff- the submissives, the cuddle bunnies, the pets. These were the genuine sweethearts, the pleasers. They liked baked goods more than exercise and tended to be on the soft side. They liked hugs, they needed attention to be happy (but in a lonely, insecure way, not the Gryffindor trend of showing off. Hufflepuffs wanted to have one or two people who cared about them, a crowd watching usually scared them. They were often seen on leashes, and they had almost as high a mortality rate as Gryffindor, sometimes higher. They would volunteer for any experiment or demonstration, they wouldn’t always be happy to die, but they would gladly offer their lives to make others smile. Justine loved them the best.
Each House had a common room in their respective towers, and even with the high death toll of the classes, most of the dying was done in these common rooms or other non-class environments
(that is the introduction! The other parts I have planned follow the adventures in the different Houses. If anyone is showing interest at that point, I may tackle classes. If you have on-theme ideas, feel free to share! I have at least the first installment for each House roughed out, but there is a LOT of room to play with this idea, and no reason it can’t be a running thing if people like it. As with everything else I write, if you want to use the worlds or any ideas in my story, go for it! <3 )
How about some lethal accidents involving brooms while playing Quidditch? Say, a poorly timed pass leading to a broom impaling another student, or colliding with a structure and breaking their neck?
This is a lot of fun! I love the humerous descriptions of the houses :-D
fml, there were two different drafts. Justine Rowling is the correct name.
Anonymous, if people are liking this story after the Houses, there will DEFINITELY be a Quidditch chapter that I think you will like. but less 'accidents' and more 'deliberate ultraviolent blood sport' ;)
fml, there were two different drafts. Justine Rowling is the correct name.
Anonymous, if people are liking this story after the Houses, there will DEFINITELY be a Quidditch chapter that I think you will like. but less 'accidents' and more 'deliberate ultraviolent blood sport' ;)
Haha don't worry - I've often had to go back and check what names I've given to background characters!
Looking forward to hearing how Quiddich is played in this version :-D
I kind of feel like we missed out a bit not hearing about how people recreated the movies with clones. Special effects would be neat, such as if they wanted to create a CGI dragons for the Goblet of Fire. For the practical portion the scenes would be shot with a flamethrower mounted on a crane that provides the dragon's breath to light the many cloned actors playing the students on fire.
For what you've outlined Ravenclaw sounds the most interesting to me; perhaps they study reactions to pain through live vivisection? I'd also love to read about Gryffindor and see what kind of fatal stunts, dares and deadly pranks they pull (are there clones of Fred and George?). I'll admit that Slytherin doesn't seem to stand out as much and I'd be mostly interested in Hufflepuff for how they interact with the first two houses.
I'm also posting up my fill for your second YJ prompt in a moment. If you have a moment I'd loved to hear what you think and if you have any critical feedback to offer for either of them (not sure when I'll get to the last one as I might be doing continuations of the first two before then)
I haven't been waiting for next Potter story since 5th book. Until now.