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Warning: This story is part of an on-going series containing adult themes,
sexual content and explicit sexual activity. Individual episodes may or
may not contain actual sex. It is not appropriate for minors. You'd
better hope your mother doesn't catch you, you little pervert.
Defending the Pink
By Ditzney
(Ditzney@Hotmail.com)
Nikki was having trouble getting to sleep. She'd been sure that Brad
was going to ask HER to the Sigma Epsilon Chi party that evening, not
that big-titted slut Suzi Parker. Her roommate, Mitzi, had wanted her
to go ahead and go, but she hadn't wanted to go to the damn party anyway.
She had been much happier staying in their room with some videos and lots
of chocolate.
The cute blonde college freshman couldn't understand it. This was no
different than high school. Nikki had the type of body that was usually
described as athletic. Although she might not be as 'large' as some of
the other girls, certainly she was attractive. So, why did everyone
she liked always wind up with some top-heavy tramp? Stupid boys! Who
needed them anyway!
As she finally started to drift off to sleep she remembered the other
reason she'd been having trouble sleeping lately. The dream had
started almost two weeks ago. The only way she could describe it
was as an overwhelming sense of 'pinkness', even though this made
absolutely no sense.
Mitzi had assumed that the dream was about sex, of course, Mitzi assumed
everything was about sex. She was constantly regaling Nikki with stories
of her various sexual escapades; one or two of those stories might
actually have been somewhat true. By now Nikki was about half convinced
that maybe her dream really was just an expression of frustration.
But this time the dream was different. The pinkness seemed to have
more definition. It was almost as if she was traveling through
it to some unknown destination. Instead of waking up, as she normally
would have at this point, she continued to descend. She heard someone
calling her name. That had never happened before. Suddenly she found
herself face to face with the most breathtakingly beautiful woman she
had ever seen.
The woman's voice was as beautiful as she was. "Greetings Nikki,
I have been waiting for you."
Nikki quickly decided that, since this was a dream anyway, she might
as well go with the flow. "Um, who are you?"
"I see you are not yet aware of your destiny. I am Cynthea, the Spirit
of Pink."
"Well of course you are," Nikki thought. Out loud she said "And I
suppose this is..."
"The Pink? Yes it is. Now ask your next question."
Great, just what she needed, a stupid riddle. The Spirit waited
patiently. Finally, after some thought, it dawned on Nikki, "Did
you say destiny?!?"
"Very good, child. Yes, it is time for the Pink to make it's presence
felt in the mundane World again. Man has had his way for far too long.
The Pink must once again become a force to be reckoned with in the World.
You are to be my Avatar."
"No fucking way." Nikki believed in being short and to the point.
She wished she had a clue what an 'avatar' was.
"But you have no choice, child." The Spirit's voice was still
gentle and soothing.
"Yeah, yeah, it's foreordained and I can't escape my destiny right?"
Nikki knew all the fantasy cliches.
"No. You're trapped in the Pink and you're not leaving until I let you."
"Oh," Nikki had to concede that the Spirit had a point. "O.K. so what
does this 'avatar' gig require."
"First I must perfect your body so that you may properly represent
the Pink."
Alright!!! Take that Suzi Slut! She could hardly wait to see Brad's
reaction when he saw her awesome new rack. "Bring it on Baby."
She spread her arms wide to accomodate her new proportions.
The Spirit looked briefly displeased. Then a wave of Pink launched
from her fingers and engulfed Nikki.
She could feel herself changing, gaining the perfect body the spirit
had promised her. She imagined the joy her new melons would bring her.
She also thought her legs were just a little too skinny. And she really
didn't have much of an ass. And maybe just a slight adjustment to her
nose. And... oh who the hell was she kidding. She just wanted the tits.
When the transformation was complete, she stared into the mirror the
Spirit conjured up. Her breasts had grown alright, but not so anyone
else would notice. Brad certainly wouldn't. Crestfallen, she looked
back to the Spirit.
"What's wrong, Avatar. I told you I would perfect YOUR body, not
turn you into some adolescent pervert's wet dream."
"Well yeah, but..."
"But nothing. You are now a representative of the Pink and I expect
you to act like it. A woman should make the most of the body she
has. Exercise and dieting are one thing, but artificially enlarging
your bosom to appeal to Man would be a betrayal of all that the Pink
stands for."
"I could live with that," Nikki muttered under her breath. The
Spirit didn't seem to notice as she continued.
"The Pink represents all goodness in the World. As its Avatar
you may call upon its power to thwart evil. But be warned, if
you stray from the Pink Path, you will lose its power."
A wide-eyed Nikki had stopped listening after 'thwart evil'.
"Wow, you mean I'm going to be a superheroine?"
"Um yeah, you're going to be a superheroine." The Spirit rolled
her eyes.
"That is just so cool, I can't wait to show all my friends..."
The Spirit didn't even need to say anything. "That's not fair.
What's the point in having special powers if you can't use them
to show off?"
Nikki could have sworn she heard the Spirit muttering something about
'checking to make sure she had the right Nikki Daniels.' But instead
she said "Thwarting evil: good. Showing off: bad. Got it?"
Given the way the Spirt was clenching her teeth, Nikki decided it
was prudent to just agree. "Um, got it." Geez, for a Spirit of Pink,
she sure seemed to be a real stick in the mud.
"Then I think you're ready to return to your world." The Spirit
waved her hand and started to fade away. The surrounding Pinkness
also seemed to become more indistinct.
"Wait, where can I find some thwartable evil?" Nikki screamed, but
there was no answer.
*****
Nikki came to in her bed. And to think she'd thought her dream
was weird before. She didn't want to tell even Mitzi about this
latest one. But, what if it wasn't a dream? Even though the
thought was perfectly ridiculous, she couldn't get it out of her
head.
She looked over at Mitzi's bed. She wasn't home yet. So Nikki
got out of bed and stood in the middle of their room. "I guess
first I need to do something Pink." A blast of pure pinkness
shot from her hand and scattered the books and papers on her desk.
"I guess second I need to work on my aim," she thought sheepishly.
"I wonder what else I can do." She had a pefect body right? She
quickly sprung onto her bed, landing upside down with just her hands
supporting her. She pushed off with her hands, did a midair
somersault and this time landed on just one hand. "This is just
so fucking cool."
She looked at the clock. It was only midnight. She had plenty
of time to go out and do some serious thwarting. But where the
hell did Evil hang out anyway? She briefly considered checking
the frat party, but decided against it.
Then inspiration hit her. "From all I've read about superheroines,
they just need to wander the city in costume and a supervillain will
come to them. So, I just need a costume." Nikki thought hard. Maybe
she could use her Pink powers?
"Let's see, first I need a nice tight costume." She concentrated.
She figured she might as well just go for a generic costume, but in
pink naturally. To her surprise, she was suddenly wearing a form-fitting
spandex costume. Now for the mask. Not wanting to trust one that covered
just her eyes, she went for the full ski-mask treatment. When this was
done, only her eyes were visible.
"Now I need a name. Let's see, I've got a body that's as lithe
as a cat. I've got the grace and speed of a cat. The Pink Cat?
Naw, that sucks. Let's see, cat: lion...tiger...cheetah...panther...
That's it. I'm a panther. It's perfect. LOOK OUT WORLD, HERE COMES
THE PINK PANTHER!!!"
*****
The Pink Paladin prowled the city's rooftops. From a nearby alley
she heard a scream. Two punks had a woman cornered. Finally! "It's
thwarting time," she yelled at the top of her lungs as she dove into
the alley. She landed nimbly on her feet.
Startled by her appearance, both punks froze. Then one rushed her,
waving his knife wildly. She sidestepped him easily. She was going
to have to do something about this stupid mask. The punks couldn't even
see her smug expression. The first punk whirled around, but a quick
kick to his hand relieved him of his knife. Another quick leaping
kick to his head relieved him of consciousness.
"All right bitch, freeze or this cunt gets cut." Shit! She'd
forgotten about the other one. That's what she got for getting
overconfident. "Now we're going to have some fun. Get out of
that costume and let me see what you kind of goods you have."
Uh-oh, getting raped was not going to look good on her resume. But
Nikki knew that she had no choice. She had to go along until she saw an
opening. Then an idea occurred to her. She flicked her hand at the punk
and a ball of Pink flew at his knife. It covered both the blade and his
hand making them both useless. "Cool," Nikki thought. Now, all she had
to do was whack him up side the head and it would be over, but somehow that
just didn't seem fair. The punk fell to the ground in agony as a ball of
Pink slammed into his crotch with the force of a jackhammer.
The other woman stared at the punk writhing on the ground for a second.
Then she took off running. "You're welcome," Nikki yelled after her.
Oh well, at least it was safe to say one of these punks wasn't going
to be raping anyone in the near future.
"Nice job" said the Spirit. Nikki whirled around caught completely
off guard. "Very creative." Nikki sensed sarcasm.
"Damn it, what the hell are you doing here." Getting caught by
surprise didn't do much for Nikki's temperment.
"You are my Avatar. I am observing you. Also, I have an urgent
message."
"So, you're just going to drop in on me whenever the hell you feel
like it?"
"Yes."
Nikki decided that it might be best not to continue that line of
discussion. "So what's this message?"
"There is a potential threat to the Pink that you must deal with.
You are familiar of course with Batman?" Nikki nodded. "Despite
being a Man, he is a force for Good. Should anything happen to
him, it would be be a serious blow to Good and thus to the Pink."
"What could possibly happen to Batman?" Nikki had worshipped
Batman ever since she was a little girl. She couldn't believe
she was going to get a chance to meet her hero.
"His alter ego Bruce Wayne was kidnapped by the Joker. In his
desire to protect his secret, Batman may be enough off his game
for the Joker to get the best of him. While the Joker does not
know he has Batman, he is still planning on killing Wayne soon
anyway.
"Remember though, just because you got the best of two common
street punks doesn't mean you can take the Joker lightly. He
is a representative of Evil of the worst kind. Be careful when
you confront him. Drop your guard at all, and the worst might
happen. He has no respect whatsoever for the principle of Pink."
"Don't worry, I'm going to kick his pasty white ass." Nikki
was psyched. Nothing could defeat the Pink. The Joker didn't
stand a chance.
A look of uncertainty briefly crossed the Spirit's face. Then
her look of serene confidence returned. "Very well, Avatar.
I will transport you to Gotham City."
A cloud of Pink surrounded Nikki. When it evaporated she was
in a different alley. Now, to find the Joker. Then it struck
her. The Spirit had told her Batman's secret identity!
*****
She waited outside the abandoned novelties factory the Joker was
using as his hideout. Finding the place had been a snap. She had
just had to summon a Pink beacon to show her the way. All she
had to do then was follow the firefly-like beacon to her destination.
Before going in, she decided not to make the same mistake she had
made with the two punks. She had her mask draw up enough that
the Joker would be able to see her facial expressions as she stomped
him.
She slipped quietly into the warehouse. She quickly made her way to
the back, making sure not to be detected. In a back office she saw the
Joker sitting at a desk; surprisingly there were no henchmen in sight.
She sprang into the room with a loud, "It's thwarting time."
The Joker just calmly looked up at her. "May I help you Miss?"
Nikki was caught completely offguard by this. She figured she might as
well just plow on ahead full force. "You sir are evil and I'm here to
thwart you."
"Oh goodie, I haven't been 'thwarted' in a long time." Not liking
the way he had made thwarting sound dirty, Nikki figured she might
as well just kick his ass and then see if he still wanted to banter
with her.
She broke the stock superheroine pose she had been unconsciously holding
and started toward him. Instantly she was surrounded by a cloud of gas.
Oh right, like that was supposed to stop her. She quickly used the Pink
to make herself a gas mask. She made sure to make it reasonably
transparent so the Joker could see her smirk. She never even saw the
springloaded boxing glove that coldcocked her from behind.
*****
God her head hurt! She started to slowly regain her senses. Shit!
The Joker had her manacled spread-eagle against a wall. She looked down
and was relieved to see her costume was intact. You never could tell
with a pervert like the Joker.
Before she could test how secure the manacles were, the Joker entered
the room. "Well, well, Pinkie; good to see you're awake. You know,
I've always regretted not fucking Batgirl when I had the chance. Live
and learn I always say. Unfortunately for you, I don't make the same
mistakes twice."
She stared in horror as the Joker dropped his pants. Almost instantly,
her horror changed to hilarity. The Joker's dick couldn't have been
more than two or three inches long. Describing it as a "needle" would
have been charitable. She could barely stop laughing long enough to
choke out. "What's the point, I wouldn't even know you had put that
thing in me."
The Joker's face took on a furious look. As he approached she realized
she had better sober up and do something. She looked at the manacles
holding her to the wall. She concentrated on her right arm, focusing
the Pink. Then she gave it a jerk and the manacle easily came free from
the wall. Next, her left arm and then her legs.
The Joker paused unsure what to do. His pants were down around his
ankles, so running would have been difficult at best. Nikki just
shrugged. Hey, it worked once. A ball of Pink smashed into the
Joker's crotch with explosive force.
As she started to walk away, a frightening thought occured to her.
What if he had fondled her while she was unconscious? She couldn't
let a violation like that stand. She walked back over to where the
Joker was quietly moaning on the ground. "Excuse me sir, did you fondle
me before I woke up."
"Of course not, Pink Cheeks." The Joker was barely able to gasp out
the words, but the leer on his face made it unclear whether or not
he was telling the truth.
She hesitated for a second. Oh well, better safe than sorry. "Sorry
sir, but I can't take the chance that you really did grab me." She
brought her foot down as hard as she could on the Joker's balls. She
made sure to give her foot a few good twists before lifting it up.
That taken care of, she went in search of Batman. She found him in a
makeshift cage in back. He was still in the business suit he was
wearing when the Joker grabbed him. "Batman, thank god I found you."
Batman didn't even let the fact that she'd just blurted out his secret
identity phase him. "Quickly miss, someone else needs your help. I
just heard a woman screaming."
"Um, actually that was the Joker." Nikki looked a little embarrassed.
Then, deciding she had best introduce herself, she struck a
superheroinish pose and announced "I am the Pink Avenger."
"Can you get me out of here." Batman was all business. Nikki snapped
the chain holding the cage shut with little effort. "Very impressive.
I take it the Joker is in no shape to be going anywhere?" Nikki shook
her head. "Very well, let's leave him for the police and get out of here."
*****
Batman was so cool! She had explained to him about the Pink and how
she had been told his secret identity. Not only had he not been mad,
but he even offered her a ride home in his private plane. As she relaxed
in the plane's cabin, she heard the door open and turned around to see
Batman enter. "Who's flying the plane?"
"Don't worry, the Bat-autopilot is taking care of everything." God, he
was so handsome. He stood there, his chiseled body framed in the light.
"We have plenty of time before you get home Nikki. Want to slide up and
down my Batpole?" Nikki was speechless with delight.
The cabin door opening snapped Nikki out of her daydream. "I put
the plane on autopilot so we would have some time to talk." He sat
down in the seat opposite her.
"You know, you would be a lot more comfortable without that mask."
Nikki froze, unsure what to do. "I mean it's not like I'm not going
to find you who you are." He had a point. Oh well, if she couldn't
trust Batman, who could she trust? She willed her mask to simply
disappear.
She could tell by the surprised expression on Batman's face that he hadn't
expected her to be so young. It never occurred to her that it might have
been due to him not expecting her to be so pretty.
He moved over next to her and put his hand on her face. "You know,
I never thanked you properly for saving my life."
She looked into his eye. "Oh God," Nikki thought, "he's going to kiss
me." Sure enough, he drew her to him and kissed her deeply. Her first
instinct was to resist, but she quickly came to her senses. She was
actually kissing Batman! She returned the kiss passionately.
The kiss became more fervent and she could feel him trying to find
the non-existent means of opening her outfit. Helpfully she willed
her costume to split down the back from her neck to her waist.
He finally broke the kiss. She held her arms out straight as he helped
her out of the top portion of her costume. While he admired her small but
perky breasts, she helped him out of his shirt. Damn this man had
a muscular chest. Nikki couldn't help staring, but she wasn't able to
do so for long. Batman bent over and kissed one of her tender nipples.
She just threw back her head and enjoyed the feeling as he teased first
one and then the other of her soon rock-hard nipples.
After an eternity, he pulled away. He put his hands on either side of
her costume's waistband. He was going to help her out of it. Instead
she just willed it to completely dissolve.
He smiled at her. Then he kissed her right below her breasts. He
continued to kiss her ever lower, getting down on his knees in the
process. He nuzzled briefly in her lower forest, but soon found his way
to her treasure chest. Nikki was in Heaven, she'd never had someone do
this to her before. Batman's expert toungue quickly had her exploding
repeatedly.
But then he got up and moved away from her. Nikki was confused; until
he opened up a first-aid kit on the wall and pulled out a condom.
Nikki had a huge grin on her face as she held out her hand. He walked
over and handed her the condom. She'd never actually put one of these
on before, but she was going to enjoy the learning experience.
First things first though. While he stood in front of her, she unzipped
his pants and pulled them down. She then pulled down his briefs
revealing a truly awesome sight. While he stepped out of his clothing,
Nikki just gazed enraptured. She couldn't help giving it a quick kissing
before wrapping it up. Putting the condom on wasn't actually difficult,
it's just that Nikki was having trouble focusing by this time.
Once his member was securely wrapped, he took hold of Nikki and positioned
her so that he could mount her; he'd already ensured that she was ready
to take him. As his manhood entered her she threw back her head and
screamed. They were in a fucking plane. She saw no reason not to just let
herself go all out. Instantly reacting to her mood, Batman simply
started to pound into her for all he was worth. What had been a gentle
love-making session turned into something far more primal.
She lost track of the number of orgasms that rocked through her as the
two of them completely surrendered themselves to their lust. But, even
Batman's legendary endurance eventually came to an end and he collapsed on
top of her. The two were content to simply lie there entwined, enjoying
the feeling of having united as one.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A warning buzzer
sounded letting Batman know he was needed back in the cockpit. He gave
her an affectionate kiss as he disentangled himself. She continued
to lie there for a few moments before willing her costume to reappear.
As she stood on the runway watching the plane leave, a truly horrible
thought occurred to her. She had just made love to the most eligible
bachelor in the country, and she couldn't even rub her friends faces
in it!
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