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"FUCK!!!!!"
Diana's scream wasn't just a cry of pain or rage—it was an eruption that echoed across the blasted landscape of a desolate planet as she, Kyla-el, and Starfire were spat out of the collapsing boomtube. The three of them landed hard, battered and broken, a tangle of bodies, energy, and pain. The air on the other side was cold, thin, and eerily silent—until Diana's curse shattered it.
Kyla-el tumbled, skidding along the cracked, lifeless earth. She pushed herself up with shaking hands, barely noticing the blood smearing the ground beneath her. Her right leg—gone, torn off at the thigh barbarically, and a massive, ragged hole in her torso showed through to the pale alien sky behind her. Naked and shivering, her skin streaked with blue and silver blood of other creatures, she gasped for breath. Every heartbeat was a war. Her body was still fighting to regenerate, but something—the lingering after-effects of the red Raven emoticlone's power—was slowing her miraculous Kryptonian healing that had gone several leaps and bounds beyond normal thanks to Raven's divine cum.
Nearby, Starfire's condition was even more horrifying. Her head, severed cleanly at the neck, had been replaced by a glowing, transparent shell of light—a rough construct, pulsing and flickering with golden Tamaranian energy and cosmic energy. The framework of her face floated there, features barely visible, her body twitching spasmodically. Starfire's hands trembled as she tried to stabilize her own energy fields, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths, but they were not breaths of air but rather energy. She looked less like a queen, more like a wounded animal clinging to life by sheer force of will.
And then there was Diana.
She… wasn't Diana anymore. Not as anyone had ever known her. Where the Amazon warrior goddess should have stood was now a five-inch dildo with balls—her consciousness trapped, her body twisted, her identity slipping away with every tick of the cosmic clock. She pulsed and throbbed, her golden aura sparking weakly as if even the universe didn't quite know what to do with her. Diana's spirit screamed, but the sound that left her was a muffled, desperate groan—a wordless plea for help that neither of her friends could answer. She was nothing but an actual plaything now in the literal sense.
They had found the red Raven—one of the most dangerous of the emoticlones—and the result was catastrophic. The battle had been pure chaos: reality warped, physical laws bent and broke, and their bodies had been toyed with like clay by a force that wasn't merely powerful, but fundamentally unpredictable. The red Raven's wrath had nearly erased them from existence. In fact, escaping her was their biggest achievement in that one-sided slaughter.
Kyla-el, through the fog of agony, forced herself to act. She reached for her motherbox—her lifeline, her only hope. Her high intelligence aided her in understanding how it works. With a desperate thought, she activated its healing functions, bathing herself in a field of white and blue energy. The wound in her side began to knit together, flesh and bone growing anew, but far too slowly, almost as slow as a human heals. The healing that would once have been instant was sluggish, stuttering, like an ancient machine forced to run on empty. Still, it was something.
Starfire's own motherbox responded instinctively to her distress, wrapping her body in a cocoon of light. Slowly, methodically, it tried to rebuild what was lost, but the energy fluctuated. A light bed materialized beneath her, cradling her body as she fell into a fitful, restless slumber.
"Hopefully… the effects… should… ugh… It's been long since I have felt pain… the effects should wear out, Diana." Kyla-el managed, voice little more than a whisper as she turned her head toward her Amazon friend, who was turned into a pleasurable sex toy.
But Diana was beyond swearing, beyond even screaming now. She seethed in silence, her consciousness swirling in the surreal prison of her new form. Everything was wrong—her sense of touch, her sense of self, her very reality. She could feel her being morphing, twisting, as if her soul were trying to claw its way back to a form of humanoid, but the power of the red Raven's curse held her fast. What would she become if this went on? Would she even remember who she was?
Seeing Diana like this broke something in Kyla-el. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself upright, ignoring the blinding pain. She reached out, extending her consciousness far across the universe. She reached, searching for help—anyone, anything that could answer. But as her mind stretched into the void, she felt herself slipping, darkness closing in. Exhausted, she collapsed into unconsciousness, falling into the black for what felt like years.
When Kyla-El awoke, it was to a gentle humming—a soft vibration that seemed to permeate the earth and air. Her wounds had finally closed, her leg regenerated, muscle and bone weaving together into something almost stronger than before. Her body glowed faintly, light radiating from her skin as the last of the motherbox's energy faded away from her. She sat up, blinking, and looked around.
Above her floated Starfire, sitting cross-legged in midair, eyes closed, breathing steady and slow. At first, Kyla-el's heart froze—had she died or was this an illusion? Or was she mediating? Starfire, meditate? That means she's dead! But then Starfire's head drooped to one side, her face twisted into a sleepy frown. Kyla-el nearly laughed out loud. The queen of Tamaran was… sleeping. She had been watching over them all this time, even in her half-healed state.
'Tch. The girl was sleeping. But she was watching over us all this time… you sweet little thing,' Kyla-el thought, a rare, gentle smile crossing her lips. She reached down, flexing her new leg, and checked the motherbox floating by her side—its glow bright and strong, a sign that it had never truly left her.
'That was close!! I would rather have all of them thinking I am some aloof girl. Raven almost came close to discovering who I really am deep down. (sighs), Raven. Do I want you back, or do I want 'her' back more?' Starfire thought as she continued pretending to be asleep.
Diana was still… not herself. The dildo had grown—twisted, elongated, forming a crude, bipedal shape. Limbs were starting to sprout, a torso taking shape, but her face—her beautiful, strong, determined face—was nowhere to be seen. Only rage, confusion, and shame radiated from her.
"She's gotten quiet now. But damn. She still hasn't recovered completely yet. We need more help," Kyla-el muttered, her voice heavy with worry. She floated over to Starfire and gently nudged her shoulder.
"Kory… Kory…" Kyla-el called, her voice soft but insistent.
'When that Raven destroyed Kory's head, I thought it was over, but damn. She really sucked out the most power from Raven to survive that. Is she immortal now?' Kyla-el smiled softly as she released a sigh that could have registered as a single laugh.
"Starfire…" Kyla-el called out once more.
Starfire's eyes snapped open, the light in her face flickering to full brightness. She blinked, shook herself, and sat up straighter in the air. "W-what?" she answered, the annoyance clear in her tone.
"Thank you for watching over us. But I have to ask you to watch over Diana, please. I'm going to get help."
"Help? From who? Who could help us?" Starfire asked, exasperated. She gestured dramatically, arms sweeping wide to encompass the entire universe. "I don't know if you remember, but it's us against the world—scratch that, us against the freaking UNIVERSE! And who is powerful enough to want to ally with us rather than ally amongst themselves?"
Kyla-el started to list the factions still loyal to Raven. "We have the Lanterns, the Tamarans, the—"
Starfire cut her off, shaking her head with a sharp, irritated flick. "And how can they even hope to touch a Raven clone or whatever those things are? What did you call them, again?"
"Those are Raven's emotions—if I remember correctly, she's also an empath. Letting her emotions run free in the universe is dangerous to everyone, foe or ally." Kyla-el replied, her voice deadly serious.
"And who, exactly, fills the criteria to help us?" Starfire demanded, arms crossed.
"Victor." Kyla-el answered softly, almost reverently.
Starfire's eyes widened, then narrowed again as she mulled over the name. "Of course. If you'd said anyone else, even Darkseid, I'd have doubted you. But still, is he even powerful enough? He's changed, yes, but how much? And he's loyal—fiercely loyal to her, I know. But will that be enough?"
Kyla-el nodded slowly, determination sharpening her features.
"Do you understand there's a force in the universe now, actively trying to stop her? I don't know if you can feel it, but I can. And it's very dangerous to us. It's on Earth—and at the same time, outside it. How do you plan on bypassing that?" Starfire pushed more. This time, she began to show more of her serious calculating side, which shocked Kyla-el, but she was left too deep in thought to ponder that.
Starfire, more sensitive to cosmic flows than either of her companions having reaped the most volume and potent divine cum from her goddess, felt a presence—a powerful, watchful and necessary force settling over the universe. It had arrived the moment Raven had vanished, and it was only growing stronger.
"You can leave that to me. I'll handle it. I'll be careful. Just look after Diana, please," Kyla-el said.
"In the position we're in, we can't afford mistakes. People like that snob on his chair, and even more powerful threats, will sense that the force that subdued half the universe is gone—and they might come for us. Be careful," Starfire replied, her voice softer now, genuine concern coloring her words.
Kyla-el looked at her friends—at the battered, sleeping Starfire and the morphing, silent Diana—and made a promise to herself: she would bring Raven back, no matter what it cost her. For a moment, she was again the beacon of hope—the last, best chance for survival in a universe gone mad.
"I was once the beacon of hope... but you can still be hopeful I will succeed." Kyla-el said as she made her Motherbox hover next to her naked body.
With a deep breath, she activated her motherbox. A boomtube opened with a roar of displaced air, swirling energy forming a gate between worlds. Kyla-el stood tall, brushed imaginary dust(one of the end products of cosmic energy) from her naked frame and conjured another suit for her lean muscular frame, and stepped through.
As the boomtube closed behind her, Starfire managed a weak, crooked smile. "What a badass way to exit," she whispered, her voice echoing into the silent cosmos. Then she lay back, letting the light cocoon soothe her battered body, and prayed—prayed for Raven, for Kyla-el, and for the hope that they would all find their way home and things would get back to normal—them at the top, and the others, below.
Who knew Starfire had always been a schemer deep down beyound that playful exterior?
Pfft... And the aftermath of their fight was crazy!!!!
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