"Hey, what are you-MMPH!?!" Jinora began to question before a pair of pink lips captured her own. In the resulting oral battle she tried to beat against the female that was assaulting her but felt her wrists grappled and pushed along with her back against a wall. A knee sliding between her legs to grind against her inexperienced crotch, she felt a wave of flushed heat flow up from her buttery filled middle to her rosy colored cheeks. Despite her efforts, the physical seduction was too

Tim Drake was living in a nightmare.
 
He had found this lone girl with amnesia, Annie, who was wandering the streets of Gotham all by herself. Harassed by bikers, chased by a scary father and unable to figure out who she was, he dubbed her the aforementioned name and began to find out the mystery behind her identity. It all went south when they were cornered by an infamous criminal of the Batman's, Clayface, and the mud-like shapeshifter drove through through the sewers into a chemical p

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Latex skinned Plushies were fed, but far from content. What passed off for intelligence among the animated, cursed suits was a silent communication exchanged from their eerie green eyes. Specters that received life from the breath of mortals, whom drew on more energy from devouring them for sustenance, was what they were and in the end it didn't matter what the means of achieving their objective was. They desired to eat, to dine on brainwashed prey and taste every part of them on the outside

II - Simulation Panic!
 
Gwen's ordeal was similar to those in her own squad. It was humiliating to be trapped in a younger body they grew out of years past into prime maturity on the path to adulthood. Now, despite being in smaller forms - which they all had to grow accustomed that they aren't as tall as they used to be - she felt like hardly anything has changed about her mentally or magically. True to the man's word she had kept all of her prowess intact and the skills she's acquired th

 
Chapter II - The Sinister Dinner Plan
 
 
"Come and get me, if you dare!" Cell proclaimed to the cameras, his arm outstretched behind him, hand pointed at where a simple exertion of his power had carved a swathe of destruction through the city. He delighted in seeing the looks of horror, piss-pants fear, and dumbfoundedness the people of the news crew had of him.
 
With a deep, amused laugh, Cell waved to them all as he jettisoned himself off the opening he mad

 
It was getting late at the park.
 
One of the more secluded regions of Neo Gotham, it was a place that Terry could easily take Matt and watch him for a few hours work off some energy. It wasn't his younger brother's idea, as he had brought his portable gaming device with him, but his mother insisted that he keep sight over him. A singular pain of many responsibilities he continued to be reminded of having!
 
"Slag this!" Terry thought inwardly, kicking a public garb