DC Erotic Canon: Watchtower Blues

Author's Note: With the People(tm) voting for the Justice League, I figured Wonder Woman was a pretty safe bet, but there's more stuff in the wings! I have another "Secret" DC project underway, and decided to use this as an opportunity to do some world-building too, getting a look at what exactly the Justice League looks like in this specific continuity! Enjoy!

[story] [fu/fu] [shapeshifting] [oral] [anal]

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The Justice League had changed when Superman had stepped down. After years of serving as the League’s leader, the time had finally come for the Man of Tomorrow’s responsibility to Metropolis, and to his wife, to outweigh his responsibility to Earth.

Diana of Themyscira wished him peace, what little peace a man like that could truly know, but could not deny that his leaving the League had been… disruptive. He was a symbol of hope as well as power, and several members had left alongside him, feeling the entire organization, the entire mission, to be compromised without his presence. Some, of course, had stayed. Batman had remained, but shirked the role of leadership, claiming Gotham still required his full attention. Martian Manhunter had remained as well, along with reserve members Fire and Ice, but it had become clear that the position of leader would go to the woman who, perhaps, desired it the least – Wonder Woman.

The amazon sat slumped in a massive, slightly uncomfortable chair in front of an endless array of enormous screens, each one flicking through different locations, all searching for a disturbance, a threat. The Watchtower was mankind’s first, and sometimes final bastion against threats from beyond, and unlike Clark and Bruce, it was mankind to which Diana had pledged her loyalty, not the city where she lived, nor even to her homeland of Themyscira. She belonged to the Justice League… and now, in a way, it belonged to her. New members had come, of course, some from smaller teams, others sought out to fill a gap. Some of those new members were more savory than others.

An alert. One of the Watchtower’s screens grew brighter, focusing in on Europe – a little red dot flashing on what appeared to be western Poland. Diana punched a number of buttons she mostly understood, changing parallel readouts to energy readings in an attempt to figure out what sort of threat they were dealing with. Unfortunately, it seemed to be her least favorite sort: magical.

Sighing, she pressed a button beneath the arm of her chair, and spoke aloud, though none resided in the monitoring chamber with her. “Etrigan to the helm, I have a job–”

She’d barely finished the sentence before a plume of flame and brimstone appeared beside her, heralding and cloaking the sudden presence of The Demon – horned, yellow-skinned, his massive frame clad in thorny iron armor. Beady crimson eyes leered at her as the man-made-hellflesh spoke through fanged teeth. “Of all the allies you have made, at last you seek the demon’s aid – what malice borne of beast or man, requires the presence of Etrigan?”

“Magical anomaly in Poland, might be serious. Can I trust you, monster?” Wonder Woman narrowed her eyes at Etrigan, who simply grinned.

“As wood becomes ash, and iron rust, can the amazon learn to trust? Perhaps you’ll think more sweet of me, when I return with victory.” The demon’s deep, raspy voice sang with a sinister playfulness.

“Just remember to keep your… impulses to a minimum. No mass arson, no killing, and…” she sighed, “bring someone with you, maybe Obsidian, or–” before she could finish her instruction, Etrigan had vanished exactly as he’d arrived, in a thick haze of brimstone and fire. “...Vixen….”

Wonder Woman slumped back in her chair. Delegating was not why she’d joined the League. She should be leading from the front lines, not sitting here wishing she’d given Etrigan a proper chaperone. This was a job for… someone else. J’onn, maybe.

Shaking her head, the amazon stood and made her way from the cold chrome chamber, out to the Watchtower’s bridge, though it wasn’t much more homey. This place had been designed to withstand alien attacks and travel through the cold of space, not for comfort, beauty, majesty. Not like Themiscyra. Gods, she missed it.

“Ah, princess!” came a deep, familiar voice as she stepped out onto the bridge. “I’ve been looking for you.” The speaker was none other than J’onn J’onzz, the Martian Manhunter, floating a few inches from the ground as he approached her – not that the green-skinned telepath needed any extra height, already standing a bit above Diana’s own impressive six-foot-four when he had both feet on the ground. Of greater interest than J’onn himself was the figure floating beside him, far smaller but in a similar blue-and-red outfit, her pale green skin dotted with freckles along the cheeks and nose, and bright red hair cascading down around her shoulders, as opposed to J’onn’s bald pate.

“And… who is this, might I ask…?”

The girl held up a single hand in greeting, a blush of shyness already creeping across her freckled cheeks, but it was J’onn who spoke for her. “This is my niece, M’gann M’orzz,” he said softly, gesturing to the girl. “I was hoping she could spend some time aboard the Watchtower, see how things are done around here. She’s rather young, but her abilities are quite impressive.”

Wonder Woman folded her powerful arms across her chest, arching a dark brow. “I never took you for one to have a protégée, J’onn.”

“Hm. I am not certain I would call her that.”

“There’s a team of teenagers that recently formed, maybe she should–” Diana was unable to finish her suggestion before an alarm went off in the Watchtower, a robotic voice warning of a serious incident in Central City that demanded the efforts of multiple heroes. “Poseidon’s Beard! J’onn, get a team down there, now! I’ll take care of your… cousin, whatever she is.”

“Niece,” M’gann said, the first time she’d spoken since arriving, her voice mousy.

J’onn simply nodded, touching a fingertip to his temple to psionically address his teammates. Obsidian, Jade, I have need of you both. Take the transporter to Central City, quickly! Dismissing the connection, he turned his attention briefly back to Diana. “Thank you. I’ll return shortly.” With that, he vanished from sight, becoming invisible and intangible as he made his way through the Watchtower and towards Earth – a journey that, for him, would likely be even faster than using the transporter.

Wonder Woman let out a soft sigh, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. It should be her going to deal with this, not waiting on the Watchtower. At least she knew that Central City would be in good hands. Brushing a long strand of ink-black hair from her face, the amazon looked down at the girl J’onn had brought. “Right, then. You. What was your name, again? M’shel, or something?”

“M’gann, miss, M’gann M’orzz,” the girl said with a tiny smile, “or… I’ve been trying Miss Martian, too. Oh, or just Megan!”

“Something to consider in the future, I suppose,” Diana exhaled through her nostrils, setting her hands on her hips and sizing the young martian up. She was quite petite, considering how large a specimen J’onn was, and certainly… pleasing to the eyes, if rather young. Her arms and legs were slightly long, waist narrow, her breasts high and small, quite a bit different from Diana’s curvaceous, statuesque figure. “Well, then… what is it you wish to see? Perhaps training with the bow or sword would do you some good – or we could hone your natural abilities with a rousing pankration match. Prepare you for the many dangers the world has to offer you.”

“Do you think learning how to use a bow would be very helpful, for me?” the teen martian said cautiously, both genuinely uncertain, and intentionally using that uncertainty to pivot. She took a slow step forward, then another, quickly closing the gap between Diana and herself, an extended a hand, her fingertips gently touching the amazon’s bustier at her solar plexus, a seductively subtle contact that elicited a fleeting thrill down Wonder Woman’s spine. “Wouldn’t you rather… fuck me?”

Diana blinked, her posture not changing, her mind taking a moment to catch up with what the girl had said. “Excuse me?”

“What else do you all do up here?” M’gann arched a brow. “There’s no way so many… incredibly hot people aren’t going absolutely crazy up here in space where no one can see you, where no one can judge you?”

“I… am not certain you have a solid grasp of the responsibilities of the Justice League,” Wonder Woman said uneasily, but the girl had gotten even closer now, slender figure pressing gently up against her.

“N-no, I do! My uncle J’onn told me to learn all about Earth culture, and I’ve spent a lot of time on what you call an ‘inter-net,’ and it’s been very informative! All the stories, comics and cartoons about what you do behind closed doors, or even on the battlefield, right after a mission! Superheroes can’t keep their hands off each other, and… and I’m very eager to see for myself.” She stood up on tip-toes, nuzzling into Diana’s neck, green hands sliding up along the amazon’s powerful arms and moving to her back, lovingly groping at those muscular shoulders.

“The… gah, by Hera, the internet isn’t real, it’s not all–”

At the persistent rejection, M’gann recoiled, but not fully, staying close but withdrawing her touch back to Wonder Woman’s arms. “Do you not like me?” she pouted, her large, honey-colored eyes taking on a forlorn expression. “I… can change for you, if you want?” Before she’d finished the sentence, her body changed, skin shifting from its previous creamy green to a pallid peach, transforming from a martian to a garden-variety caucasian ginger. Her clothing, too, changed form, no longer the dark blue one-piece that mimicked her uncle’s, but now that of a high school girl with a pleated blue skirt, white button-up, and knee-length socks. Biting her lower lip, her voice became seductive again. “Is… this better?”

“Blood of Zeus, it’s… listen, child, you’re very lovely as you are, I just don’t…” Diana put her hands on the girl’s shoulders to push her away, only for M’gann’s hand to slide down from her wrist, to the amazon’s snug blue combat-panties, which already showed signs of a swelling bulge beneath them. Her hand cupped the impressive girldick within, massaging it with her palm, feeling it swell.

“As I am? Maybe… this, then?” the martian shifted again, reassuming her green skin, the buttons of her blouse now opened about halfway down, showing the smooth inner slopes of her small breasts. “Maybe… another girl? Another member of the League? I can be whoever you want!” There was an edge of desperation in her voice as she flickered through more forms – those of Vixen, Jade, Fire, and Ice, women Diana had worked with in the current lineup of the Justice League – before eventually taking on a far less expected form: that of Wonder Woman herself. “Maybe what you really want is this. Wouldn’t it be hot to fuck your own self, right here, right now?”

“Great Gaia!” Diana spat, reeling from the increasingly urgent seduction that had culminated in her being groped by her own self, something she found far more compelling than she had time to explore. Of course, it wasn’t as if she was no stranger to erotic desire – Power Girl and that clown, Harley, could certainly attest to such – and it was dawning on her that her resistance, perhaps, was misplaced. Finally, she let out a growl of frustration. “Fine, girl, I shall lay with you! But put…” she gestured at M’gann’s mirrored guise, a perfect copy of Diana, costume and all, “...that away! I shall ravish you as thoroughly as you need, it if means this charade comes to an end… and ideally before your uncle returns.”

“Yes, I knew it! I can’t wait to become a superhero,” Miss Martian beamed, transforming back into her green-skinned self – though this time with her shirt completely absent, her skirt tented over a stiff, slender member, with no panties to keep it secure. It seemed her clothing was as malleable as her flesh, implying that she (and J’onn, by association) was simply always nude. It raised a number of questions Diana was content to put from her mind for now, especially as she was being tackled to the sterile chrome floor of the Watchtower.

“Easy, girl, easy–!” Diana grumbled as the alien teen eagerly stripped her, peeling away pieces of armor and clothing in a fevered rush as her soft red lips dotted kisses up and down the amazon’s muscles, nuzzling the godly flesh of Wonder Woman’s biceps, shoulders, and clavicle. Upon removing the amazon’s top, those hungry kisses continued down the rippling muscle of her belly as M’gann peeled off her bottoms, finally setting the remarkably thick, hard beast beneath those little blue bottoms free – then, in an instant, imprisoning it within the warm wetness of her mouth.

“Mmmhhnnnmm… mmlllhhh…” the martian moaned, big eyes looking lovingly up at Diana as she took that massive cock into her mouth with astonishing ease, her throat able to easily adapt and adjust to contain that hot, lordly scepter, taking it so deep her lower lip was soon pressed up against Wonder Woman’s heavy sack. Now on all fours and swaying her slim hips back and forth, she bobbed up and down on that thick shaft, not struggling for air or against her own gag reflex, but simply relishing the satisfying girth of the amazon’s throbbing rod.

Wonder Woman squeezed her eyes shut a moment, planting both elbows beneath her so she could sit up a bit, hissing with pleasure as martian eagerly sucked her cock, her full breasts heaving as her breath grew labored. “You are… not without skill… the… the, um, internet… has taught you quite well, it would seem.” Shuddering, she watched the girl for a long moment, simply enjoying the sight and sensation, even if the public setting made her somewhat ill at ease. “Come, then, martian, I would see you astride that which you’ve so coveted, let me slake these desires you’ve withheld so… poorly.”

“Mmmphh…?” Megan murmured, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she finally pulled off of the amazon’s hard dick, immediately crawling forward to plant herself in Diana’s lap, hiking her skirt up to better show off her own throbbing member, though it was perhaps half the size of the one about to enter her. “You’re going to love this! Euh, I think– I hope! Just let me… there we go… t-this is the correct hole to use on Earth, yes?”

“Well, we aren’t on Earth, but…” Wonder Woman winced as she watched the girl lower herself down onto the amazon’s cock, growing ever more aroused as she watched the tip of her rod press into the alien teen’s rear entrance, pushing slowly and easily into M’gann’s asshole. For a moment, she thought of Harley Quinn, the jester girl having likewise preferred this entrance, despite having options. “...But yes, I… believe so… nnnghhh….”

“Good! I thought so!” Megan beamed, letting out a moan of ecstasy as Diana’s fat cock sunk deep into her ass. She planted both knees at the amazon’s sides, leaning down to pin the other woman to the floor as she eased herself up and down, constantly using her martian abilities to adjust her physiology to her needs. Stretching, heating, self-lubricating, whatever was needed to give both Diana and herself an incredible anal fuck. “Ugh, you’re so big!”

“Not the first time I’ve been told so,” Diana groaned, laying back and planting her hands on the girl’s hips, keeping her steady as she rocked up and down in her lap, picking up a quick pace with surprisingly little time to warm up. If this pace was kept up too much longer, the amazon wouldn’t be able to help but explode within her, yet it seemed Megan was only picking the pace up more and more, her lust almost frantic, insatiable.

Only a few more moments passed before Wonder Woman unleashed within her, blasting out several hot jets of creamy seed into that tight ass – something that, surprisingly, made the alien girl simply frown. “Is… that it? I thought you’d be–”

An instant later she was pinned face-down to the floor, arms behind her back as the amazon drilled back into her tight hole, ready to go again in an instant and willing to endure not even a moment of complaint. She had promised a thorough ravishing, and intended to provide, no matter how many ‘times’ were required – and indeed, several were. Minutes compounded into what felt like hours as Wonder Woman mounted the girl in position after position, from prone, to piledriver, to doggy, then pinning Megan against the wall for another rough pounding once the girl had cum the second time, shooting her own creamy spunk across the Watchtower floor once Diana had fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

“Are you quite sated, girl?” Wonder Woman growled into Megan’s ear from behind as she thrust into her again and again, driving her hard dick into that little hole as deep as it would go, calloused fingers massaging the girl’s nearly-flat chest as she drilled her.

“Hahhh… hahhh… hahhh…!” the martian whimpered, tongue lolling from her mouth, as yet another jet of hot cum spurted from her slim member and across the wall in front of her – a release that was followed by yet another from Diana, creamy seed dribbling from her overfilled ass and down her slim thigh. Finally, she collapsed against the wall, her legs no longer able to hold her, gasping for breath as her asshole quivered around Diana’s shaft. Like sword from sheath, the amazon drew out of her, letting her collapse fully to the floor.

“There. Now, if you’ve gotten what you wanted, let’s get you–”

A flash of hellfire and whiff of brimstone lit the room as the hulking demon, Etrigan, teleported back in, grumbling to himself. “With much aplomb, the demon heels, with nary tear or blood-drop shed,” he began, before seeing the two naked women in front of him, splatters of cum coating nearly every surrounding surface. His fanged mouth drew into a leering grin, as he finished his rhyme. “While you wrest doubtless many squeals, from this here lass with hair of red.”

“Etrigan, I…” Diana panted for breath, naked as the day she was moulded of clay, and simply waved her hand. “Not a word of this to J’onn.”

The Demon feigned a zipper across his own mouth.