Chapter 50: Real Hero
"More! Stuff this little pussy full of justice!" Cheetah moaned as she pushed her big furry ass back with everything she had and clamped down on me with a squeeze so tight she'd compress a normal man's cock to diamond.
Needless to say, Operation: Justice Fuck was off to an incredible start now that we are out of beta. Cheetah - when not being written by someone who only remembers her as a crazy chick in a fursuit - is arguably Wonder Woman's best rogue. Cause fuck Ares and Circe, they get used to much.
Plus when you have an eclectic sexual appetite from a thousand years of siring children on aliens taken from across the multiverse her distinctly inhuman traits mixed with a wondrously fuckable form just take me back to the good old days. And just like then, I'm defeating villainy with my cock as Cheetah will have a hell of a time messing with WW with the litter of kittens I blasted into her as she quivered under me in ecstasy.
And people think I'm a bad hero. I just took a potential god killer off the board for like… however many years it's going to take for our spawn to grow up. I turned off the ol' Viltrumite breeds true deal for Operation: Justice Fuck, and while I could just peer through time and find out if the kids grow up at human speed or at cheetah speed, it removes ninety nine point nine percent of all fun in life.
So Cheetah is down for three to nineteen years and no violence was involved.
Eat your heart out Superman.
As I pulled out of the well fucked villainess and poured myself cold glass of milk for my post coitus rehydration I felt my kids return to this universe, but rather than go home the boys arrived in Gotham and I just knew I was going to have a bunch of people complaining at me about whatever scheme they've hatched up.
So I stepped and arrived in a luxurious penthouse apartment to find my four boys had tied some schmuck to a chair. His eyes bulged when he saw me, likely because he'd never seen a giant KISS impersonator naked before. Or by employing my limited empathy - the ability to understand and share the feelings of others not the superpower which I have toggled off near permanently - I can deduce that the bound man likely believes I am here to fuck him.
A smart man would shit himself both in fear of my organ shuffling meat hammer and to make his anus less attractive, so I didn't hold it against the guy.
"Boys." I announced myself to my distracted sons who all leapt into the air and would have tore through the roof if I didn't pin them down with telekinesis.
"Dad!" my twin Atlantean sons shouted, "What are you doing here?"
"I go where I want. Why are you guys here?" I fixed my gaze upon them sternly and watched as the four of them squirmed under the scrutiny.
Finally Jon found his nuts and puffed up his chest, "We're here to murder Ferris Boyle!"
"Murder Ferris Boyle?" I frowned as the man in the chair began weeping behind his duct tape gag.
"Murder Ferris Boyle." Jon confirmed.
"Why?" I asked while I went through my vast memory banks trying to think of what this idiot did to attract the murderous attention of my spawn.
"Justice!" Ademar shouted.
"Justice for Nora!" Adar joined too.
"Justice for Nora…" I mused as I updated the search query and quickly found what I was looking for.
"Are you here to foil our plan?" Jon demanded with the confidence of a guy with his boys backing him all the way.
"Foil your plan?" I smirked.
"Are you?" he insisted.
"No." I shook my head and smiled, "Proceed boys. Don't stop on my account."
Ferris Boyle's weeping became increasingly frantic as the boys continued the debate I interrupted on how to kill this guy in increasingly diabolical fashion. The kids brainstormed his fate together, not even realizing that the man died of heart attack by the halfway point.
"Alright kids, have fun. Just remember autoerotic asphyxiation. Most Funny in Class for cover ups by J.D. Power and Associates." I informed them as I went home.
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Jon worked out his continued frustration about life in general and the missed opportunity to let some steam off through some beautiful avenging in training with his sister, Wonder Woman. His sister who was very happy with him and with his complete lack of ovum, unlike his bitch mother. He had another sister named Donna, but as she lived with their bitch mother he never saw her. Such was the way of things.
As his sister instructed him, demonstrated and drilled, his Klyntar partner Scourge memorized it all and uploaded it to the hive mind, which would then pass on the learned skills and abilities to those within the Neo Viltrumite Empire with appropriate access.
It grinded, this spying and stealing from his sister, but it was just a drop in the well. Over the years the Klyntar secretly observed all the Justice League as they trained and operated - as well as all the villains they encountered - and added it to their database. Their skills, technology, powers all of it observed, examined, tested, and preserved and propagated through the hive mind.
Despite that, Jon did not like his small part in the mass spying campaign. For him it was personal. Stealing from Batman or Deathstroke is all fair, but from his sister... that was slimy, and just another thing adding to the general frustration he felt each day.
After another perfectly executed sequence the pair stopped when Dianna received a call from the Justice League to stop Wotan from blotting out the sun with his magic. Jon felt like they should just let him then have his dad make a new and better sun. It'd both let Wotan know just where he scales in the cosmos so that he can give up on his dreams of domination and go get a job more suited for him - like a barista - and it would net them all a better sun that at the very least won't give people cancer.
"Is this what you hoped for when you left home?" Jon asked her before she left, "Chasing down wackos trying to destroy the world or the species or more, throwing them into some revolving door of a judicial system that in all likelihood is just going to give them a tune up for their skill set and long list of professional contacts before patting them on the head and hurling them back at you harder and more pissed off than ever? I just don't get it, Di. Does it make more sense if your dad isn't Invincible?"
Dianna slowed her departure and took a knee in front of her nearing seven year old brother. She put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. His freaky red and gold glowing eyes set in the KISS-like black pigment around them.
"It doesn't matter." Dianna explained to him, "It doesn't matter how many times I face someone, because I am not their personal opposer. I don't stand against them, but I stand for the values I carry in my heart. Every time I come against a foe it is just another time to exemplify what I stand for: peace, justice, and equality. The answer to your question 'Is this what you hoped for when you left home?' is yes, and even more so. I would carry on even by myself, but that I fight alongside many others who share my values is even beyond my dreams."
Jon considered her words in silence, but eventually nodded his head and smiled.
"I like that."
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We finally got to the meat of what I wanted to show with Mark's four sons in this chapter. I can barely remember what my original idea for them was it has been so long and I've been so damn tired lately, but we finally get an intelligent and simultaneously childlike view of superheroes through them.
Obviously Jon and Wonder Woman are the heart of that idea, but Mar-L and Kal-El will get some time to shine now that the Man of Steel has bounced back from the beating Doomsday gave him.
I still need to figure out Aquaman and Adar as I've never followed the man's comics and every time I try to do research into the man's character I only ever find articles about how he is really a bad ass and we should all forget his depiction in Super Friends.
It also doesn't help that in all the media I'm familiar with Aquaman in it he is either an asshole or a limp dick gimp. Personality wise, but honestly the way he just hands over his crown in Young Justice makes me think it likely extends to the bedroom. Even in his brief showings I have more respect for Adar than I do for Aquaman, so shoot me some help about him. Does he actually stand for anything meaningful? Is he a positive influence on the world? Should Adar look elsewhere for a heroic mentor?
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