The Equilibrium Deviance Ch. 01

They dropped away. "Sorry, guess I caught a few of Ivy's pheromones myself. Right now I could even go for what Grodd was selling?"

"A Planet of the Apes remake without James Franco?"

"Clothes ripped off. Fucked hard. Tied up, even." Batwoman smiled a bit shyly. "Shame he doesn't have the equipment to back it up. Like some villains I could name..."

Batwoman's communicator chirped. "Batwoman, this is Dr. Hamilton. I've twenty feet north of your location, but there's no sign of the stolen tech. It is nearby, though. I'm picking up a lot of resonant energy."

Vixen's hand was at Ivy's throat, found there like frost first thing in the morning. "No more games, green thumb! Where's the Resonance Cascader?"

Despite it all, her grip wasn't tight enough to impede Ivy's speech. "Close. I said I've give you directions. Plural. But you're going to have to get me warmer than that little motherly peck first."

Vixen released Ivy with a shove, a lock of fiery hair dropping over Ivy's mint-green face. "Fuck this. Hamilton, can't you just walk around with your sensor until you're standing on it? You know, getting warmer, getting colder, getting warmer?"

"It's New Genesisian technology, Ms. McCabe. It'll get hungry if I do that."

Vixen looked at Batwoman quizzically, but she just nodded. Go with it. Then she pulled an earpiece from her belt and set it on Ivy. "Relay the directions to Hamilton. Tilt your head far to the left to speak and he'll hear you."

Mari was aghast... at how not aghast she was. Still, she could fake it. If she could pretend wearing Alexander McQueen was comfortable, she could fake aghastment. "We are not making out for Ivy's spank bank! What would Batman say?"

"Batman isn't here." Her voice was dipping down octaves, straight to a level that resonated with Mari's groin. "No one's here. Just us."

"Grodd's here. What if he wakes up?"

"Who cares? You're a model. I thought you liked having an audience."

"I, uh, I..." Vixen glanced at Ivy, who was watching all this with rapt attention. Meeting her gaze made Mari's nipples pop up like top hats. "Alright, you sick fuck, what happens next in this perverted fanfic you've got running in your head?"

Ivy smiled lasciviously at her before turning to Batwoman, her smile widening. "Vixen looks a little nervous. Why don't you stroke her hair a little and calm her down, just like I do for you?"

Just like I do for you, Mari wondered. She'd heard about Batman and Catwoman, and everyone knew Nightwing was a slut, but damn. How could people in Gotham be so angsty if they were getting that much?

Mari moved first. She damn sure wouldn't give up the initiative, even to one of Batman's disciples. She reached out and ran her hand through Batwoman's exposed hair like she was trying to shave it off. It felt odd—not as smooth and sleek as it looked. Maybe they didn't have hair salons in Gotham City. That would explain a lot.

Batwoman raised her hands, but stopped with them in mid-air. "Is it alright if I touch your hair? I know a lot of you people are particular about that."

"You people?"

"You know, models?" Batwoman smiled innocently. "You like having every hair just so for the paparazzi."

Vixen shook her head. Maybe she was from Rann or something. You never could tell in the Justice League.

Batwoman reached up and ran her hands through the stylized mop of brown hair adorning Vixen's head. Mari knew what she'd find. Her hair was carefully maintained by the best hair stylists in the business, preserved like a religious artifact: soft and glossy, with the faint smell of the chemical products that kept it from frizzing. She was all for natural hair, but she genuinely liked it looking just this way.

Batwoman bunched the dark hair in her hands, sending it spilling through her fingers. Her fingertips, unyielding in their red leather, scraped against Mari's scalp and her other hand ran over Mari's head, the touch surprisingly supple even through the glove. It caressed, it soothed. Mari sighed breathily—she was growing calm, even with the situation as tense as it was.

Batwoman tugged a little on her hair, torqueing her, before once more deftly working her fingers through Mari's hair. Her touch was just as expert as anyone Vixen had taken to bed, as intimate on her head as a lover would be on Mari's breasts, her hips, her mouth. All places Mari could feel start to hunger for Batwoman's touch, for Batwoman herself.

Mari leaned back, into the conniving touch, and bared her throat to Batwoman, asking for a kiss that didn't come. Their thighs were brushing against each other. Electric. She'd thought this only happened to Wonder Woman.

Ivy tilted her head to the side, as if getting a better angle to see them. "Dr. Hamilton, Ivy here. Facing north, turn thirty degrees to your left and proceed ten feet."

"Yes... yes, strong readings over here..." Hamilton announced over Vixen's communicator.

Ivy straightened, her smile wide and ghoulish. "Vixen, since you've gotten so close to the Bat, why don't you two hug? Nice and tight?"

All Batwoman had to do was spread her arms and Vixen gave in almost too quickly. She felt Batwoman's breasts spread softly across her own chest. Her nipples were hard, poking right through her costume. They seemed to burn holes in Mari's chest.

"Yes, that's it," Ivy faintly moaned. "Rub your hands all over each other. Make it feel goooood."

Batwoman's arms locked around her, and Mari shivered as she felt them moving down her body to cup her curvy ass. Instead of outrage, it started a fluttery sensation in her belly. Or intensified one that was already there. Batwoman was so gentle, like she was hoping Mari wouldn't notice two handprints on her backside. And Mari felt the pressure of Batwoman's tits, grinding into her own with each fierce pump of her lungs.

She was barely aware of how her body responded to Batwoman, how she wiggled herself enticingly into the contact, pushed her mound against the crotch of Batwoman's armor. And she clung to Batwoman, dizzy with excitement, face burning, as Batwoman's lips met her mouth once more.

It was better this time. Batwoman was once more submissive, obedient, but now that brought out the animal in Vixen. She wanted to dominate Batwoman, fuck her. Make her her bitch.

Past the horns of Batwoman's cowl, Mari saw Ivy rocking back and forth, her thighs clenching, her breath coming in delirious gasps. Mari knew what she was thinking, seeing the two women's breasts crushed together: how wonderful it would be to have her face between that wonderfully curved flesh.

Especially with what they were wearing. Batwoman looked to be wearing bondage gear in this context, and Vixen's savannah-yellow costume was skintight to show the full outline of her sleek body, with a neckline cut low in the front to show the deep cleavage between her magnificent breasts. Usually, Vixen was comfortable simply in the knowledge that she looked good, felt good, but now... she was sexy. She felt sexy. She didn't want to stop. The pleasure of touching Batwoman's body was too great for her to let go.

Batwoman's lips drew towards her again, but Vixen turned her head upward, so Batwoman kissed the hollow of her throat instead. It was all Mari could do to resist the inevitable. She tightened her arms around Batwoman, this time to hold her in place. Then she looked at Ivy, who was closing her eyes in glee. Like she could just smell their intimacy.

"Directions!"

Lips slack, arms held uncomfortably still by her cuffs, Ivy took a moment to force her head to the side. "Forty degrees right, thirty feet ahead, there should be a marking on the tree in front of you." Like a flower blooming, she dipped her head and raised it again to face them. Her eyes boring into their closeness, discomfort forgotten. "Vixen... Batwoman... I want each of you to do something to undress the other."

Batwoman cleared her throat and fingered the neckline of her cowl. Very cunningly hidden by the closure of her cape was a zipper topping her collar. Just as seamlessly, the teeth it had sealed ran down the front of her chestpiece, disappearing behind the buckle of her utility belt.

"Definite readings--!" Hamilton called over her communicator, and Mari muted it.

Shit, she thought to herself. Now what red-blooded woman could resist an offer like that? Even a straight would have to think twice about it.

She took hold of the zipper between two trembling fingers—shaking not with nervousness, but from adrenaline—and drew the zipper slowly downward. She wanted to give Batwoman time to stop her, to back out of this if she wished. Batwoman didn't do her that favor. She smiled widely as the zipper traveled lower, lower, exposing a swath of white skin and not a hint of a bra. Until the fastener was down nearly to Batwoman's groin, where Vixen hadn't been able to stop herself from going but didn't dare to go further. At any rate, she was transfixed by Batwoman's perky breasts, half-exposed and half-obscured by what remained of the suit on her body.

Her hands ached to touch them—to move the parted suit that crucial half-inch that would expose her nipples, then further, more—more—until she was stripped bare and Mari could see if she was that pale all over. If she was a natural redhead. Encased in yellow gloves up to her elbows, her hands felt leaden... unable to work...

Until Batwoman took gentle hold of them. Squeezed them reassuringly. Fingers slipped together, caught a firm grip, and eased Mari's gloves off her hands, one at a time. Until her sweaty palms were exposed to cold open air. She was still fully dressed, but she felt utterly naked.

Sweat was pouring down Ivy's body, glimmering on her breasts, slick on her long legs as they knotted together. "Eat her cunt, Vixen."

"I... I..."

Batwoman almost playfully ushered her down to her knees. Hands slipped under her utility belt and a finger pushed the zipper the rest of the way. Down between her legs. The costume parted and there was Batwoman's slit. It was shaved totally bare, a sweet puff of delicate pink amid atonal white flesh. And it shone with moisture.

Mari was having a hard time keeping her mind on the mission, remembering where she was—thinking of anything but Batwoman's bubble-gum pink cunt. "Ivy... you have to tell us where the Cascader is. You have to tell us where it is before I..." She looked between Batwoman's legs and found herself moaning gently.

"Of course, Vixen. Of course..." Ivy spoke with unadulterated lust. Her voice was raspy and it was broken and it made Mari feel the exact same way. "You're almost there now," Ivy said into the communicator. "Turn sixty degrees to the right and walk eighty feet." Then she growled, low and sexy. "Fuck her, Vixen. Fuck her like an animal."

Mari didn't know if Hamilton had heard. Didn't care.

In the animal kingdom, there was no room for deliberation. It was fight or flight. You took or you didn't. You ate or you didn't. You mated or you didn't. Thought and feeling didn't come into it. Least of all shame.

Brusquely, Vixen grabbed Batwoman's ass like she'd wanted to all night, angry at it being hidden from view by that damned cape. Batwoman gave a slight gasp—very gratifying to hear from a member of the Bat-clan. And Mari went down on her, devoured her, lost her tongue in Batwoman's sex. She called on a few of her favorite animal senses as she did it. She wanted to see everything, hear everything, taste everything. And human perception was too limited for that. So it was she became aware of how quickly Batwoman's clit became engorged, how her cunt was now wetter than ever. Batwoman moaned desperately—a sound that would be gratifying coming from anyone.

"Oh, yes-yes-yes!" she squeaked above Mari, her voice going falsetto-high with pleasure. Mari ignored its shrillness. All she cared about was that Batwoman was the one making the wild animal noises now, squirming her hips to let Mari's tongue in, the cool leather of her glove running through Mari's hair and over her face and neck.

"Sixty feet... sixty-five..." Hamilton was saying. "Readings are going off the charts."

Vixen ignored that too. She didn't ignore Ivy in the background, straining against her bonds, sweat coming down her body like a tide and the vines growing over her skin like weeds in an untended garden. She liked that. She liked being watched. She was a model. It went with the territory. And it was a little bit like—like she was channeling Ivy's lust, taking on her mad desire and adding it to her own and expressing it with Batwoman. A threesome of sorts.

She wondered if she should ask Batwoman if she was okay with powers during sex, then decided fuck it: by any reasonable metric, she'd be happy with anything that got this over with faster, right?

Especially if it made her come...

The tongue of the giant anteater could flick in and out a hundred and fifty times a minute, devouring thousands of insects. Mari usually used the long, prehensile tongue of a giraffe instead, lavishing attention on every inner curving of a cunt, but she also liked straight-up overwhelming a bitch. Anteater: She sent her tongue against Batwoman's sex as quickly as a motor flooded with nitrous oxide.

"Whoa momma!" Batwoman cried, her voice at a high note. "Wowie-owie-wow! Ivy, she's eating my cunt so good! She's so good at eating my cunt!"

Ivy's breath ran ragged. "Find her clit, Vixen. Put it in your mouth and make her come."

Mari didn't listen to her. That would finish this. And she didn't want it to end. She wanted to fuck Batwoman forever. She slowed down suddenly, dispelling her power, instead driving her tongue deep inside Batwoman and keeping it there, roaming all the sweetness within her. Batwoman giggled in shocked surprise. "I'm gonna pop! I'm gonna pop!"

Without warning, Mari channeled the anteater again and sealed her lips completely over Batwoman's cunt. Her tongue blurred against Batwoman's slit, the supersonic vibration sending high voltage throughout the woman's body. Batwoman's head tossed from side to side, red hair flying like lava from an eruption. Mari's tongue was flying over her erogenous zones, going even faster, inside then outside, outside then inside, a dozen live wires all pressed to her crotch, all sending their own electricity fluttering through her.

"Getting close now," Hamilton reported over the communicator. "Very close--!"

Trapped by the woman kneeling before her, Batwoman writhed and thrashed in place as the orgasms began pouring into her, each one larger and hotter than the last. She was penetrated, one by one, by shafts of impossible pleasure. Drowned in a sea of ecstasy. Burnt to ashes by fiery pleasure.

Then Mari began sucking on her clit.

"I found it! I found it!" Hamilton called.

Grodd rolled over in his sleep, crushing the offending communicator.

A torrent of indescribable pleasure washed away every thought in Batwoman's head, much like the torrent that shot from her cunt, soaking Mari's face, running down her own pale skin to slide over the utility belt hanging onto her wobbly knees. Where it touched, the red belt was stained a certain shade of white, but Mari didn't see, dragged up by her Tantu Totem necklace to be met by Batwoman's mouth, a desperate attempt to sate the feeling of lust that gripped Batwoman's body beyond her ability to satisfy it.

They stood facing each other, breathing hard, sweat running down Batwoman's hidden face, smearing the foundation of her make-up. I knew she wasn't that pale in real life, Vixen thought, trying to take her mind off the unanswered throbbing in her groin. Whoever heard of an albino good guy?

Ivy panted in the background, her own orgasm hanging in the air. Her vines had completely enraptured her, tightening on her sleek thighs and around her full breasts, the tips reaching for her mouth. Small buds were appearing on the vines, dotting them like goosebumps on an extension of Ivy's body.

"Well, we, ah—" Mari took on the lung capacity of the blue whale to catch her breath. "We found the Resonance Cascader. Mission accomplished."

"Yessirreebob," Batwoman replied. "We did it. Yay us."

"You should probably zip your costume up."

"Should I?" Batwoman asked.

It was a rhetorical question.

They pulled together like magnets, splitting a passionate kiss, claiming each other's bodies with eager hands. Soon, Batwoman had a firm grasp on either half of Vixen's neckline, and had ripped it open to her naval. It was a five thousand dollar costume, all told, and Mari didn't give a shit. The embers of their lovemaking had flared up like someone had up-ended a can of gasoline.

Their lips met and met, joined over and over again, the frenzied mating of their tongues always growing too pleasurable to stand. Repeatedly they broke apart, nipping at each other's bared throats and ears, but always their mouths found each other again, tongues locked together, panting exhortations swallowed up by the other's mouths.

Mari was so absorbed in the cycle that she barely noticed Batwoman's hand sliding down the tear in her costume, between her clothes and skin, all the way to her pussy. The red leather was not cold as it stroked her there. It was hot. Boiling hot.

Mari immediately channeled the hyena. The female of the species had enviably large clits. When Batwoman discovered it, big enough to be felt through her glove, she gaped in pleased wonderment. Mari wasn't sure how other women stood it, being heterosexual and not being able to grow a clitoris so big it could be stimulated through vaginal sex.

Batwoman giggled as she ground the heel of her hand into the lovely organ.

A moan of pleasure, both low and loud, began to emanate from Mari. It continued as she was kissed, intensified as Batwoman increased the pressure of her kneading hand on Mari's tender flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ivy was saying for both of them, making Mari think once more of the three of them being connected, sharing this as if by some mystical link. Even if her mouth was free, certainly she couldn't sound any more pleasured than Ivy did.

Batwoman trembled, all too human for a Bat, as she ran her finger into the groove of Mari's cunt. It opened readily for her, letting her feel all the moisture that had gathered during their meeting. Face breaking into an uncharacteristic smile, she probed deep. Wiggled her finger inside like she meant to tickle Vixen.

Mari's moan was swallowed up by the vibrant, far louder chant of Ivy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Batwoman took it as encouragement. She pushed her gloved finger in up to the knuckle, pumped it a few times before she added another finger. Another. Another. Mari tried to hug Batwoman to her, but her cape crinkled oddly and was too slippery to get a hold on. Instead, she grabbed hold of Batwoman's red hair and pulled it taut as her hips instinctively responded to the fingers working inside her. She was impaled and impaling herself, forcing herself onto the invading hand, and in her mind there was not a shred of second thought or guilt.

Cocooned in such bliss, she came. Body tensing, spasming, exploding, she accidentally ripped Batwoman's cowl and hair straight off her head. For a moment, Mari's shuddering orgasm was tinged with the worry that she had scalped her new friend. But they had come off too easily. The mask wasn't attached to her costume except by dangling Velcro straps. And the hair was just a wig. Underneath, a pair of petite pigtails were wrapped up in a hairnet atop a very familiar face.

"Harley Quinn!" Vixen yelled, and tried to move, channel something, but all her motion achieved was sending a tremor of aching pleasure through her body. She was too sluggish with her recent orgasm to do anything as Harley grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down between Ivy's spread legs, into her dripping cunt. The one thing not covered by the vines criss-crossing her green body.