Power Girl & Wonder Woman; Sluggin' it out

Okay, so the image I recently added to my gallery..

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...started my brain churning. Not only with the ideas that went into the picture, but and entire story to go along with it, back story, continuation, and yes, ideas for additional renders.

As I noted in my gallery, a complete story may not ever happen. I tend to "get bored and wander off" a lot, with these sorts of projects. Sometimes I wander back and pick em back up again, but usually not.

So, just the opening part of the story, to get some feedback, suggestions, maybe even additional motivation to keep writing and rendering.

The story(including what's not yet written) includes:

Futa (obviously)

Tentacles

Rape

Impregnation

Bestiality

Humiliation

(maybe) mind control

Corruption

Twincest(sort of)

Wonder Woman & Power Girl

“Slugging It Out”

Chapter 1: Where did it go wrong?

Karen was completely dazed, her vision was still a dark blur, she could only hear a muffled ringing sound pounding in her ears, her everything hurt too much to even really sense her own body. She knew something was wrong, she wasn't sure exactly what, just yet, but “anything that could leave Power Girl feeling like this, couldn't be good. Where was she? What was going on? What had she even been doing? As she was just starting to feel the pins and needles telling her her body was even still there, she remembered. She'd gone searching for Wonder Woman, whom had gone missing herself, shortly after someone managed to steal her golden lasso and she went to investigate that. That had been months ago. Karen had gotten wind of a rumor, through her own contacts, of a “raggedy looking version of Wonder Woman” being spotted by a sewer worker. When questioned, his friends said the person who saw her, had gone missing themselves, a couple of weeks ago, but they directed her to the right part of the sewers. It should have been a simple matter to just zip through using her X-ray vision and check the area, but these were old sewers, shored up with iron work over the decades, but still containing plenty of lead pipes, most older than Karen herself. Hell, some of them might well be older than Diana.

“Diana! I found her!” Karen suddenly remembered. The rush of that thought was accompanied, or perhaps triggered sensation starting to return. Karen's triumphant realization was quickly forgotten as she felt something lodged deep into her ass, pulling upwards, no.. she was hanging from it! Immediately she tried to struggle, barely able to feel, much less move her muscles, and the first tug of her arms, told her they were pulled up behind her back, and somehow tied to whatever it was jammed