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All comments and critiques are welcomed here and on my Google Docs(https://drive.google.com/open?id=1gQvhmvMuH7W25FUYIcVptO-mBVS_c1y7FVf2ZV72eGM) For other chapters, I will post them on here later. But you can find the archives on my FA and Tumblr with pics included. FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ecchimultiverse/ Tumblr: http://ecchimultiverse.tumblr.com/ First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Chapter 13: Bunny Date Part 1 Standing outside of the Barticle Troy Mall, Marvelous Man stared at his smartphone’s clock. It had been one week since Marvelous Man asked out Gene, and he was only now becoming a nervous wreck. During the week when he was not investigating supernatural occurrences with Gene, he had been shopping at the shopping mall with Gemini to buy more clothes for his planned date. To Marvelous Man’s misfortune, his busty pectorals were too big for the largest clothing sizes the stores had available. This also included pants due to his thunderous thighs being unable to fit through the pants sleeves. The musclebound hero had no choice but to do custom ordering, which would take two weeks for completion and shipping. Thankfully, he was able to find non-erotic, elastic clothing to barely fit him in the meanwhile. He sported a red wool sweater vest with a deep v-neck underneath his black leather coat. The v-neck was stretched to the limit by Marvelous Man’s chest; lewdly exposing the muscular cleavage. As for clothing his lower half, he decided to use his Papa’s khaki kilt. There was no way he could use sweatpants to make himself look like dating material. And for footwear, Marvelous Man switched out his black boots for a pair of black loafers and red knee-high socks. The golden wreath was still adorned on his head. Marvelous Man knew he might have looked like a combination of weird fetishes for a porno that probably involved a spanking ruler or a pole, but it was the best he could do within a week. A familiar, soothing voice called out, “Greetings, Marvelous Man! I hope you had not been waiting long for me. This was the agreed time for my punctual arrival, was it not?” Marvelous Man looked up from his phone to smile at his date. His body seized and his fingers trembled at his nervousness, as his heartbeat now thumped at a dangerous rate. Gene’s apparel for dating was quite...unusual from what Marvelous Man was expecting. Gene’s choice of fashion consisted of...almost nothing. In place of his usual shoulder straps, white rabbit fur sprouted. The fur also grew on the back of Gene’s hands and circled around his shins and calves. For some odd reason, there was a ring of white fur around his right thigh; as if it were a wedding garter. As for the clothing Gene actually wore, he had on a red silk tie...around his waist. It was tied in a windsor knot that acted as a sort of fancy loincloth. The tie drooped low enough to expose his white pubic hair, but high enough to cover his indecency. His choice in footwear conflicted with the formal tie, due to being a pair of running shoes. Though, at the very least, it was color coordinated, because it too was red. The running shoes also had a rabbit footprint logo melded onto the sides; a Lightfoot brand Marvelous Man recognized during his shopping the past week. To top it all off, he wore golden aviator sunglasses. Its mirror lenses displayed in its frames were also red with shades of yellow reflecting on the rims. “Oh, no. You’re right on time. I just got here a few minutes ago,” lied Marvelous Man. In actuality, he had arrived at the mall entrance an hour before. He had nothing to distract him from the emotional duress he was feeling and decided to go inside. Using the shopping mall’s directory, he found the building’s arcade zone. He then purchased some arcade tokens and searched for his favorite dancing rhythm game, Doki Doki Beat, which did not take long to find. He played nonstop for forty-five minutes on Cardiac Arrest difficulty without breaking a sweat. A perk to being Marvelous Man. Marvelous Man gestured at Gene’s outfit, “You, uh, look nice. I, umm, is that real fur?” “It is,” nodded Gene, “This is my native form or ‘civilian-wear’ as your culture would call it. Though when I must put on the D.A.B. outfit, I regress those parts for a better fit.” Marvelous Man questioned, “And I guess it doesn’t cover the crotch?” “That would be silly if I were capable of such feat,” laughed Gene. He then pointed to his tie, “Oh, yes! If you have not noticed, I am wearing the tie as per your culture’s dating ritual.” The muscular superhero could feel Gene emit the emotion of happiness. “Around your waist?” asked Marvelous Man. Gene crossed his arms, “It did not feel comfortable around my neck, and it did not drape down far enough to prevent the illegal indecency.” Marvelous Man’s eyebrow raised in shock. He did not expect Gene to have such an extravagant “outside view” to foreign customs and to how the bunny demigod approached them. “Makes sense,” he nodded. A pause hung in the air for a few seconds. Passerbys snapped photos of Gene from behind, but some of the more courageous ones also took photographs of Gene’s front. Gene started, “If I may ask, how does one initiate a date?” Marvelous Man cleared his throat. “Well...we do fun stuff together. I was thinking we could start with checking out the bookstore in Barticle Troy Mall,” answered Marvelous Man. Gene frowned, “I see...Is that not a fun activity for an individual?” A cold sweat formed at the back of Marvelous Man’s neck. He could not believe he proposed such thing. It sounded stupid the moment it left his mouth. Marvelous Man hoped Gene did not sense his unsureness. He quickly thought of another activity. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe we could get lunch then, if you’re feeling up to it,” he suggested. Gene looked up for a moment, “That is fine. I am feeling, what you call, the pangs.” “Cool,” smiled Marvelous Man, “I was thinking we try something exotic.” Gene’s face lit up, “I know of a most acceptable place.” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dance music pulsed and echoed from four-story brick building. Its sign betrayed the building’s mood by having in a white, elegant, cursive font displaying the name, “Toto’s”. However, next to the sign was a neon-lit outline of a naked man with bunny ears similar to Gene Lightfoot. Marvelous Man looked to Gene. “Are you sure this is a restaurant? It looks like some weird gentlemen’s club to me,” he said. Gene nodded, “Yes. And you are also correct with your recent comment. Toto’s caters to both sexual and nutritional hunger.” The musclebound hero stared back at the building, as he scratched the back of his head. “Umm, yeah...when I said exotic, I didn’t mean buffalo mystery meat from the buffet table,” remarked Marvelous Man. Gene spoke back, “There is such a thing as the buffalo mystery meat?” Marvelous Man is not usually the type of person to openly snark about such things. He surprised himself by uttering his snide remarks out loud and was further surprised that Gene failed to understand the point of his comment. “...Nevermind,” he said, “Let’s just go inside then.” As the two approached the entrance, a human bouncer. He was a bulky man with an unflinching stern face that could not be compromised. Though that was immediately shattered when he laid eyes upon Gene. His cold expression transformed into shock and fear, as he sidestepped away from the entrance. The bouncer bowed, “Y-your highness! So good to see you, sir, I mean, your highness! You look great today, Prince Gene.” Marvelous Man looked down at the bunny demigod. He did not remember the Director or Puzzles mention that Gene Lightfoot was a prince. Then again, he did not bother to research Gene’s public superhero profile the Department of Metahuman Registration provided. “Much gratitude, Peters. I am wearing the tie for the occasion of dating my partner, Marvelous Man, and we wish to dine here,” stated Gene. Marvelous Man could feel his heartbeat increase and his cheeks flush. Somehow, it felt scandalous for Gene to publicly announce their courtship. The bouncer stood up straight, “Sure! I’ll alert the chefs, your highness. Uh, will this be a private venue? I can kick out everybody if you want to. Or are you going to be dining on the top floor?” “That will not be necessary. I do not wish to disturb our patrons. We shall partake our meal with everyone else,” smiled Gene. The bouncer nodded, “Right away, your highness! Let me first get the door for you, Prince Gene.” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Being led inside, the bouncer guided the dating duo across the interior. It was almost how Marvelous Man pictured it to be. A dark-lit and spacious room that is illuminated by dim, red light bulbs. The only exception was the catwalk close to the back; those had white spotlights to showcase the main event. Marvelous Mad had to admit that there the interior design had a bit of class to it. The music, on the other hand, played a genre that could seem “classy” to some people: K-Pop. Surprisingly, he did not see a buffet table of buffalo wings. One thing Marvelous Man definitely noticed was the entertaining staff. The dancers that pranced about the seated clientele and dancing poles all had a bunny theme to their appearance. There were a mix of transpecies rabbit men, and human and Soulem males that wore rabbit ears and had rabbit tails taped above their rears. There were also some human men that appeared to have those rabbit parts grafted onto their skin; though it was impossible to distinguish if it was done by science or magic. Some were dressed in sexy outfits or displayed in what barely be defined as clothing. Others were completely naked; carrying on idle conversations while their front and back moneymakers were being groped by the customers. It seemed that Toto’s hired all types of people. As long as they had obvious rabbit parts on their being, it did not matter whether the staff were fat, skinny, or muscular hulks. Amongst the lusty-eyed and groping clients, Marvelous Man spotted a person he was surprised but not unexpected to see. He saw the flirtatious, purple-suited ghoul splayed out on a sofa. Sugar Skull had erotic entertainers beneath both arms; playfully running his fingers over their bodies. He was doing the tidbit about “what’s better than one penis?”, while the strippers felt about the ghoul’s crotch region with wide eyes. The sightseeing ended when the group arrived at a curtained doorway at the other side of the room. Upon stepping through the curtains, Marvelous Man spotted an elevator steps. The bouncer escorting the two daters was kind enough to press the elevator button before furiously texting on his smartphone. Marvelous Man stood awkwardly with K-Pop music beating in the background while waiting for the elevator to arrive. Gene appeared unfazed, but he most likely sensed the uneasy emotions his date was emanating. >>>>>>>>>>>>> The second floor had a more classy appeal with bigger tables to serve for fine dining; rather than small, reinforced tables to hold drinks and strippers. There was still strippers, both dressed and nude, strutting about with the customers and dancing on poles. As for the lighting, it was regular light with a slightly dim illumination. Marvelous Man speculated this was for the sole purpose of seeing the food they ate, that did not include the staff’s hindquarters. Oddly enough, some of the erotic entertainers served themselves on top of a giant silver platter; posed prostrated with cream cheese frosting and a garnish on top of their raw derriere. At least Marvelous Man hoped that was cream cheese frosting glazed on those butt cheeks. Right when the two demigods were led to a private booth by the bouncer, a waiter arrived at their table. The waiter gave the them the restaurant's menus, as the two sat down. While Gene picked up his menu, the bouncer’s face became furious upon seeing the menu and dragged the waiter back towards the kitchen. Marvelous Man found that event odd, but decided to focus his attention on his date. He watched Gene stare at the menu with a perplexed face. It was almost as if the menu confused the Totochtin prince. Gene then put down the menu and smiled at Marvelous Man. “I will have whatever you decide. There is so much, that I cannot choose,” he said. Marvelous Man smiled back, “Okay.” Looking at the menu choices and its ingredients, the food selections seemed more exotic than Marvelous Man anticipated. Some of them used animals not at all considered in American dishes and others used fruits and vegetables he never heard of. To make things worse, he was incapable of verbally pronouncing the dish’s names. It was as if someone randomly threw letters together and called it a language. Thankfully, the popular dishes came with pictures. “I think I’ll go with these kebab things. Looks tasty,” pointed Marvelous Man. Gene nodded, “Then I shall have the same.” The waiter from before appeared right after their agreement. He appeared nervous and sweaty. With shaky hands, he handed Gene Lightfoot another menu. “I’m so sorry for the mistake, your highness. Here is your special menu,” the waiter bowed, “A-as you know, Prince Gene, everything you and your guests orders here at Toto’s is always free. I’ll give you two a few more minutes to figure out what you all want.” As the bunny demigod received the menu, Marvelous Man noticed something unusual about it. Instead of English or the western alphabet, the menu was written in what appeared to be scribbles. Marvelous Man guessed it was probably written in Gene’s native language. Perhaps there was something more “off menu” that a Western audience might not at all enjoy. Either that or it’s easier for Gene to read, since English is not his first language. “Much gratitude. However, we have already come to the decision of what we wish to order,” said Gene. The waiter smiled, “Excellent! What would you like to order?” >>>>>>>>>>>>>> “So...Prince Gene. Is that because you’re actually royalty, or because you own this place and want people to call you that, your highness?” inquired Marvelous Man. Gene giggled, “I can tell that you are addressing me in the sarcastic tone. And to answer your question, I am both. However, the ownership of Toto’s is a shared venture by all the Totochtin tribes. But we do not own just this Toto’s. Toto’s is a global franchise, and the chosen Totochtin use the businesses as a rest stop during the pilgrimage.” “And I’m guessing that you’re royalty, because you were chosen by your rabbit god?” said Marvelous Man. Gene nodded, “That is correct.” Marvelous Man surveyed the area around himself before looking back at Gene. For a person like Gene, it made sense why this place would be a rest stop: sex, food, and a place to sleep. Everything the bunny demigod would need is here before continuing onto the supposed pilgrimage. “So why Toto’s? For our date, I mean. Is it cause the food is free?” he asked. Gene looked at one of the pole dancers. Marvelous Man could feel Gene emitting small emotions of sadness. His eyes looked as if the rabbit superhero were reminiscing. The bunny demigod replied, “My apologies if this is not to your liking, Marvelous Man. Whenever I get the homesickness, I come here to feel better. The food Toto’s serves is of Totochtin cuisine. The chefs are able to replicate the flavors almost flawlessly, that it almost makes me feel I am back home.” “I do not wish to cause any misunderstanding, Marvelous Man. I do enjoy my time here at Skyway City and all the new discoveries the outside world offers,” continued Gene, “...But there are times, that I wish to be home amongst my brethren. The laws, customs, and the chaos the outside world has still feels so alien to me. I have stayed outside of my country for over a year, but I do not think I will ever truly be comfortable. Have you ever felt that way?” It was something Marvelous Man felt he could not shake since arriving in Skyway City. In a twisted way, he did miss his old home. Not because of the people, but it was all he knew. He knew how to act a certain way and how everything worked; even if it was all so suffocating. Here in Skyway City, he was constantly on his toes of having to learn new things and feeling shameful of his ignorance. He replied, “I have. I used to live in Sunnysville, and I get what you’re saying. Things work so differently here. And it still feels a bit weird to talk to people, and I’m not even sure how to talk back half the time. I worry that I’ll say the wrong thing and...they’d get hurt.” “Yes. It is unfortunate that we must endure those trials. But I am grateful that I have this place, Doug, and now you to help me feel better,” smiled Gene. Marvelous Man uncontrollably smiled back for a few seconds before realization hit him. He questioned, “Wait, who’s Doug?” “The Director. He is my best friend, and the one who convinced me to join the D.A.B. Though I do not believe his familiar delights in that knowledge,” answered Gene. Marvelous Man looked back in disbelief, “Puzzles? I know that he comes off as cold, but I’m pretty sure he likes everybody...or at least tolerates them.” Thinking back, Puzzles seemed to be extra blunt whenever the conversational topic referred to Gene. “He seems to tolerate me the least. But I am at peace with that. After all, I do not know what it is like for someone you truly care about to go missing for twenty years. It must be hard to watch Doug treat some other person as more than just a coworker. I can always sense the intense jealousy Puzzles the smoke imp has for me when Doug and I do the ‘hang out’,” remarked Gene. Before Marvelous Man could ask any more questions, Gene changed the subject. The bunny demigod inquired, “I have been wondering something. You say that you like me, and I can sense your libido. But why do you not want to fuck me? I have called out many times with my sexual advances. Am I doing something that you do not understand?” Marvelous Man’s eyes went wide as he became silent for a few seconds. The background neo soul background music bombarded his ears. For some reason, he felt like he was pulling out his own teeth when trying to answer the issues of intimacy. “I...I do l-like you. It’s just that...I’m kinda...shy about sex stuff...with other people,” he stammered. Marvelous Man mumbled, “And cause...I’m a virgin.” Even though his voice became quieter at that last part, Marvelous Man knew it was a useless effort. Gene’s bunny ears were real and could definitely hear every word he said. The musclebound superhero could already see the confusion on the bunny demigod’s face. “I apologize, but I have never understood such a word. It does not exist in my language. I have always heard it in your American films, but I have never comprehended it. What does that mean? Is it like the sexlexia?” questioned Gene. Marvelous Man was floored by the query. While it felt great to be the one that knows something, it was bewildering to find someone that does not know what a virgin is. How does Gene not understand with the context provided in movies? He responded, “Wh-what?! No! I mean, that’s not a real thing! A virgin is...It means...that I’ve never had sex.” Gene’s head tilted in further confusion. “Not ever?!” he exclaimed. Marvelous Man flushed, “...N-no.” Gene’s face became that of pity. He looked as if he was talking to a person that had never seen the sun before. Marvelous Man could not help fidget about in his seat. “I just...I just want my first time to be special. And...if you like me as more than a friend...I’d like to experience it with you,” sighed Marvelous Man. The rabbit superhero’s expression softened; as if touched by Marvelous Man’s statement. He smiled for a moment before Gene seemed to be struck by realization. He blurted, “So that is what the flower is for! It is a symbol of virginity! That must explain the white lily’s common use in the romance films with the love interest!” Marvelous Man found Gene’s outburst to be cute. It was not often that he saw the Totochtin prince break from the usual calm demeanor into an extreme emotion. But then he began to sincerely wonder when their order would arrive. Next Chapter

All comments and critiques are welcomed here and on my Google Docs(https://drive.google.com/open?id=1I5XrV7wcuO9hhzVcqM3M8BnykDhi56XbVNxjdy1aD_4) For other chapters, I will post them on here later. But you can find the archives on my FA and Tumblr with pics included. FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ecchimultiverse/ Tumblr: http://ecchimultiverse.tumblr.com/ First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Chapter 7: Haute Couture A silver key attached to a cherry-topped ice cream sundae keychain dangled between Justice’s fingers. It gleamed in Justice’s eye; echoing temptation. This was the key that allowed Justice to be free of his cage, but now it seemed to serve the purpose of letting him back in. So much had occurred in one day. His parents revealed that his hometown has always been fake, and the only reason for being created was to become a superhero that entertained his parents. He failed to capture a supervillain more than once, as well as being humiliated. And he had also experienced terror; a possibility that he could die and helpless to assist others. It was a lot to process. At least back in that fake world, it was safe and predictable. He wondered if he had decided to use the key to go back to his gilded cage, would he ever come back out? His thoughts then wandered back to last night when he met that bunny boy, Gene Lightfoot. He was strong and had lots of willpower. There was also a hint of carnal gluttony, but thinking about that part started to make Justice blush. And then there was the part where Gene invited him to the D.A.B. headquarters to file a report to help support Gene’s claims and shed some extra light on what had transpired. Thinking further back, there was also Sugar Skull; a perverted ghoul that was interesting to converse with. And then there was Octomentist. She was from the science-themed hero organization and was tough, but she meant well. Realization dawned on Justice. Yesterday was the first time he was able to interact with anybody without having to stick to a script. He could talk about anything without causing people to malfunction. His circle of friends no longer had to be his parents. There was so much risk in the real world, but it was all worth it to be able to socialize with other people and express himself however he wants. He also needed to get their personal phone number, if he wanted to continue talking to them. Filled with the inspiration to get outside, Justice decided to get out of bed. His muscular body of overbound proportions wrestled the golden sheets off his naked body. The silk sheets that grazed against his milk chocolate skin felt very pleasurable; combined with his king-sized memory foam mattress, it was like resting on a cloud that stimulated Justice to desire masturbation. The feeling was further increased when his long, meaty tip and full sack brushed against his euphoric bed sheets. His meatus then began to fill with the inspiration to release and erected itself into a hardened form. Justice cupped his hairless purse, full of his plum-sized sexual fruits, with one hand before dragging his fingertips over the crevice of his inner thigh, across his cobblestone abdomen, and then fiercely groping his sight-obscuring pectoral meat. His hips slowly gyrated against the golden silk, as he licked his lower lips and lightly bit them; a low moan escaping his lips in the process. As for the other hand, it gripped his erected dark chocolate bar; lazily pistoning until slithering away towards somewhere more enticing. It snaked down, passing underneath his pouched orbs of manliness, until reaching his pleasure hole. His fingers petted the hole’s moist rim; eliciting another low moan from himself. Without any resistance, a finger slid through the small gape and into his fleshy love tunnel. Then two. Then three. Each time his fingers effortlessly slipped in, Justice bucked and gasped sharply. Justice’s thoughts wandered to Gene and his encounter with him. The rabbit-eared demigod trapped in the Skeleton Lord’s dark magic that nearly brought him to orgasm. Without the circumstance of being in danger, it was quite sexy to dwell on that image. Justice remembered Gene’s body quiver from pleasure, and then he thought about Gene using his strength to dominate Justice himself. For as long as he could remember, Justice always felt an attraction to strong men. While it was fun to use his own hands to play with himself, he enjoyed the assistance of sexual toys more. He made a mental notation to pick up some pleasure tools later on. Justice then wondered if Sugar Skull really did have a ghost jelly cock. The possibility of the ghoul possessing one seemed exotic and oddly erotic. Justice groaned with bliss, as his groping hand switched to and fro with his bulbous pecs and more fingers slipped into his stretched hole. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Stepping out of his room, Justice made his way down the hall. He felt relaxed as his mind was still swimming in the euphoric afterglow. Though that was slowly disappearing due to his hunger pangs. Justice’s stomach grumbled, as he wish he had some clothes to put on. The only thing he could find in his room, other than bed sheets and curtains, was the apartment complex’s complimentary fluffy bathrobe. Had Justice been an average-sized person, the robe would have fit perfectly. Instead, all Justice could manage to do was tie it into a makeshift Japanese loincloth in order to at least cover up his manhood. While the penthouse apartment was his new home, he was not about to strut around naked when one of his parents could have dropped by unannounced. Justice made another mental note to purchase some clothes before shopping for lube and dildos. As Justice passed through the main hall, he noticed a change in his surroundings. Most of the statues and artworks portraying his dad, Apollo, was replaced with statues and other artwork renders of Ares and Aphrodite. Justice figured Papa and his mom had a talk with Apollo and wanted to be included in the final design. He then spotted different weapons and photographs of happy moments with his family framed across the wall. Upon arrival into the kitchen, Justice saw a black garment bag draped on a dining chair and a greeting card on the wooden dining table. Nobody else but Justice appeared to be in his apartment. Most likely, his parents must have stopped by earlier to drop those items off, while he was asleep. He approached the table and picked up the card. The front of the card had a cartoon cat with its fur soaking wet and dripping water onto a blank floor. It did not look pleased at the slightest. The front card read, “Heard you didn’t have a great day.” Opening the card, it was the same cat, but it was covered in a blanket looking satisfied. The rest of the card read, “But it’ll get better with love and some R&R”. Underneath the text and cartoon was his parents’ signatures. Aphrodite’s font signature of “Mom” was basic with a cute, curvy shape to it. Ares’ “Papa” looked as if it were written by a first grader. Apollo’s signature was the biggest that took over half of the blank space; written with his own name in huge cursive letters with big and fancy loops. Even in writing, Justice’s dad wanted to stand out. Justice then noticed some scribbles from Papa written on the opposite side of the card’s cartoon and signatures. Ares wrote, “Left you a spare of my clothes. Apollo really wanted to buy you new clothes, but I insisted you were old enough to buy your own. Spared you from skinny jeans. You’re welcome.” Turning his attention to the garment bag, he unzipped it to find a hanger draped with a black wife-beater shirt and a khaki utilikilt. Justice did not mind wearing kilts, as it felt nice to have his family jewels and muscular thighs being cooled during hot weather. And other than being more flexible to move with it, he knew his masculine body complimented well with the garment. Though it was not as if he had any other choice; seeing as how his only other option was to walk around in the fluffy, pink fundoshi loincloth he was currently wearing. He did not feel like challenging the boundaries of public indecency laws. The overly muscular bodybuilder then became distracted by his hunger pangs becoming more noticeable. His stomach felt as if it were thumping like a gorilla beating its chest. Justice hoped his family stocked the cabinets and fridge with food as he wandered over to refrigerator. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Marvelous Man floated inside of a parking garage on the third floor; scanning the area around him for any passerby. Only parked vehicles and deadening silence were on the only things on that level. He then glided to a corner and placed his bracelets together. Marvelous Man chanted, “Marvelous Muscle Magic, Metamorph!” The area around the superhero became a spaceless vacuum, as his clothes exploded like confetti holograms. His naked musclebound body continued to float in the vacuum with the second phase of his detransformation about to begin. Spanking sounds echoed in the chamber with paints of black and creamy tan striking with wall paint strokes at the musclebound body from every angle. The black paint slapped his back and torso; causing his meaty pectorals to jiggle in the process. The creamy tan paint swatted the spherical glutes and tree-trunk thighs; making them bounce in every direction. The slapping and spanking started slow and gained speed with every passing second. Accelerating the whipping to a point where the noises were no longer separate and became too many to keep track of. The paint collecting on the milk chocolate skin began to form into clothing fibers. This process continued in the void until Justice’s kilt and black tank top became fully formed. The timeless vacuum around Justice collapsed as his bare feet landed on cool concrete. He shivered, “Why is everything I do a sex thing?!” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The automatic doors that led from the parking garage to the Barticle Troy Mall slid open as Justice walked through. It was researched on his smartphone that Barticle Troy Mall was the largest shopping district in Skyway City with the most clothing stores. A five floor paradise for shoppers, and the most likely to lose children at. Conveniently, they also had a store that catered to adult paraphernalia. Though Justice needed to go to the D.A.B., it was still an hour before noon, and he figured he had enough time to purchase his personal essentials. As Justice began to integrate into the mall’s main artery, he surveyed his surroundings. The interior was packed with stores side by side; stretching off into the distance that created the feeling of taking a lifetime to visit every store in the mega mall. What surprised Justice the most was the diversity of the patrons that his parents never mentioned. Though when one is told superheroes are real, it was to be expected that there would be a richness of racial variety. And when Justice was superheroing, he hardly gave the civilians any attention other than keeping them out of harm’s way. Amongst the many humans that shopped there, a splash of science fiction and fantasy existed in the fray. Robots, cyborgs, and even supernatural and mythological beings walked about gossiping with others, including humans, or getting lost in their cell phones. Some were dressed with modern clothes, while others were garbed in armor or loincloths or other articles of clothing that reflected their culture of origin or beliefs. One thing that seemed to never change was overweight security guards. “Get back here, you stupid toy!” shouted an electronic voice. Justice turned to a voice and saw an eastern red dragon made of paper the size of his fist fly over his head before a chrome-plated robot jumped into his view. The bipedal machine apparently leapt, because it began to tackle Justice. While the robot was not too heavy for the surprised man to handle, it was enough to upset his balance and send the bodybuilder to the ground. He grunted as the impact and the robot’s weight pushed the air out of his lungs. The electronic voice spoke out, “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!” The voice seemed to originate from somebody that was nearly face to face with Justice. Justice looked about and observed that the only person close enough to say that was the robot that had no lips. In general, the chrome machine lacked a face. On the section where its mouth was supposed to be located, there was a colored pink ring, like a glow stick, that circulated around the head. As for the eyes, it appeared to have three microscope lenses that differed in size. All three were located on a single rotator in the center like a mythical Cyclops. The only other feature on the mechanical being’s head was its ears. It had rabbit-like ears that seemed to resemble Gene Lightfoot’s. Justice felt pressure on his chest and gazed downwards. On top of his pectoral mountains were the droid’s hands; digging into and groping his chest as a means of trying to sit itself up. Even though the robot’s hands were of an average adult human size, it was not enough to contain the pec meat that spilled between the digits and outside of its grasp. And while it was a pleasant feeling, it was neither the right time or place for such foreplay to occur. “I’m okay, but could you please stop groping me?” asked Justice. The robot looked down and noticed its hands molesting Justice’s watermelon-sized chest. The chrome droid let out an inaudible squeak and immediately released its grip. The ring’s pink color seemed to intensify as if it were some sort of mood ring. The robot apologized, “Sorry!” “And get off of me,” said Justice. The robot stood up, “Sorry.” Brushing himself off, Justice rose up and surveyed the rest of the chrome automaton. Not did it seem to have ears similar to Gene’s, its height and body type were also alike. If the two were in a dark setting and the robot’s mood ring turned off, Justice would have a hard time distinguishing the two. It also seemed to be wearing an odd combination of clothes consisting of a white drawstring fundoshi loincloth with its string tied into a bow, a hunter green utility belt, and brown flip flops. “Why did you tackle me?” questioned Justice. The robot’s mood ring’s color shifted to white. It sighed, “I was trying to catch the dragon toy that flew over you. It’s over sixty dollars, and constantly on back order. Made the mistake of activating its seal before tying a string to it.” Justice turned to where the toy would have flown off to. “Don’t bother. It’s long gone now,” said the robot. Justice shifted uncomfortably, “Sorry.” “It’s not your fault. Though maybe if I had upgraded my body to be like a gymnast, I could’ve vaulted over you...though I think I’d need a pole vault and some doves for when I pole vault over you in slow motion,” remarked the droid. Justice giggled as the robot’s mood ring changed to sky blue. “Well, I’m glad there’s somebody around here with a sense of humor,” said the robot, “I’m Gemini,” Justice held out his hand, “I’m Justice.” Gemini looked down and observed Justice’s hand. He hesitated for a second before reciprocating Justice’s gesture of friendship. “Weird name. I would’ve figured names like Wall or Ox would’ve done you justice,” said Gemini. Justice giggled, “Did you seriously try to make a pun out of my name?” He began to walk forward with Gemini following next to him. “I know. It’s low-brow humor. I’m sorta rusty at jokes since...I don’t really have anybody to talk to at work,” shrugged Gemini. Justice asked, “You work alone?” “Naw, it’s just that everybody is a jackass. They see me as a joke or furniture or whatever and talk behind my back. Just because I’m not an organic being doesn’t make me less of a person for trying to study magic. So I get back at them by speaking in beeps and whirs. It all means jackshit, and it pisses them off. It’s awesome,” answered Gemini. Justice laughed, “That’s kind of an asshole thing to do. So you study magic?” “Yeah it’s what I was programmed for. My dad, I mean, creator was interested in seeing if a robot can perform magic. So I just try to analyze spells and enchanted items and see if I can understand how they can work. Currently, I’ve found that magic has a unique wavelength when my ears try to tune in. Haven’t been able to zero in on it yet, but I’m getting there,” explained Gemini. Justice thought back to his encounter of the dying magic that tried to keep the Skeleton Lord sealed. He questioned, “What about smell?” “Smell?” said Gemini. Justice nodded, “Yeah. When I found magic that died out, it made a popping noise and smelled like burnt popcorn.” Gemini tapped his chin as his mood ring changed to purple. “Interesting. What sort of magic was this?” he asked. Justice answered, “Uhhh, sealing magic.” “Did it have a color?” questioned Gemini. Justice replied, “Blue.” “When and where did you see this happen?” pressed Gemini. Not wanting to reveal his secret identity, Justice quickly surveyed the stores closest to him as a means of finding an excuse to distract Gemini. A few steps away, he spotted a boutique he needed to go into, Battlefield Delicates & Activewear. The shop seemed to cater mainly towards underwear and brief-style clothing. Underwear was a definite need for his wardrobe. Justice pointed, “Uhh, Oh hey! I need to get some clothes from this store. Want to come in with me?” “Mmm, Sure. I never went clothes shopping before. I mean, other than going to the supermarket to pick up the stuff I’m wearing right now. With exception to this Mokko fundoshi,” replied Gemini. Justice looked down at him, “Why not?” “Never saw the point of buying more, since I don’t soil it as easily as you organics do. No offense,” shrugged Gemini. Justice spoke back, “None taken.” As the two walked inside, Justice observed the interior. It looked no different than the clothing stores he shopped at back in Sunnysville; albeit with minor changes. The boutique was a small shop that had mannequins showing off the boutique’s flashiest clothing, thematic colors of brown, red, and grey strewn about, clothing racks with different styles and size, and a mix of electronica and heavy metal music softly playing from the store’s speakers. A small Latino sales clerk appeared from behind the purchasing counter and waved at the two. “Welcome to Battlefield Delicates & Activewear! How can I help you today?” he greeted. Justice waved back, “Oh, hi! I’m new here. Do you have anything my size? I’m an Extra Large.” “Of course! Everything you see here does carry an XL size. Have a look around and let me know if you need anything. We do have a changing booth in the back corner of the store,” nodded the sales clerk. Justice wandered the store with Gemini silently following behind. As they passed by the swimwear section, Justice snatched up swimming briefs that had colorful designs and patterns. There were other styles that caught his eye; such as mankinis and similar swimwear that were just as revealing. Gemini finally spoke up, “So why are you picking up so much? Don’t you only need one if you’re going swimming? Or is this for your daily activities when you’re walking around and stuff? Or...is it because you keep soiling them to the point that they have to be disposed?” “What?! No! I just like it. The designs are really nice, and I’d look good in it,” exclaimed Justice, “So it really is legal to wear all this in public places like this?” The robot pointed to his hunter green utility belt. “Pretty much. As long as your bits and tits are covered, you can wear as little as you like. I used to only wear a loincloth, but then I had trouble with transporting my personal effects around. Ya know, wallet and change and stuff. So I wear this cause of the pockets,” explained Gemini. Justice nodded, “Oh. So your job is okay with you dressed like that?” “Well, they don’t say anything, so I guess so,” answered Gemini. The two wandered over to the loincloth section. The area was lined with furs and long cloths meant to be fastened into a fundoshi-style loincloth. As Justice browsed the fur loincloths, he was slightly amused by a row that seemed to confirm a demand for fake fur loincloths; most likely for the people that wanted to feel like a barbarian without the feeling of blood on their hands. He picked up a few furs that felt really soft and turned to Gemini. Justice pleaded, “Can you hold a couple for me?” “Sure, I guess,” complied Gemini, “Hey, don’t dump the whole thing on me!” The mood ring on Gemini turned red as Justice began placing all his collected garments into Gemini’s arms. “Sorry, I’m running out of space on my arms,” apologized Justice. Gemini exclaimed, “Then stuff it between your pecs! There’s lots of space there!” Justice resumed his perusal while Gemini slowly calmed down with his mood ring becoming white. As Justice began to browse the fundoshi cloths and select whatever appealed to his tastes, a thought came to him. “Hey, I just thought about something. Do you have a favorite color?” questioned Justice. Gemini paused for a moment, “Hmmm, not really, no. You?” “Well...it used to be gold, but not anymore,” said Justice. Gemini pressed on, “Why?” “It’s...I don’t feel like it...it doesn’t really express me anymore. I don’t feel like I’m the best anymore. And gold is such an awesome color that winners wear. But I’ve only just been getting by, and there are people out there much better than me,” admitted Justice. Gemini followed Justice into the underwear section and said nothing for a few seconds. He then moved in front of Justice but kept close to his side. He stated, “So why not go after silver? Getting by is still winning. It’s just not the end result you wanted. It might not be as great as gold, but silver is still great nonetheless.” Justice stopped in his tracks. Gemini had a point. Silver is still an accomplishment and quite pretty; as well as shiny. “Hmmm, I guess you’re right. I think I’ll get seven of these then,” agreed Justice. Standing in front of a clothing rack full of shimmering silver thongs next to gold ones, Justice began picking them up. He would definitely look just as good in silver, and it would complement his golden bracelets. Gemini inquired, “So if gold isn’t your favorite color anymore, why do you still wear the bracelets?” “It’s a birthday gift from my parents. Besides, just because gold isn’t my favorite color anymore, doesn’t mean that I don’t like wearing golden jewelry,” answered Justice. After picking up other selections of thongs, jockstraps, and string bikini underwear, Justice and Gemini dropped the collected garments on the check-out counter in front of the store clerk. The store clerk scanned each clothing while asking his default question if they found everything to their liking. Justice responded with his scripted yes. Another thing that never changed even outside of the artificial word; store employees always asking the same questions and saying the same phrase. A few minutes passed by in silence after Justice’s reply until the clerk finished scanning all the clothes. The store employee looked up at Justice, “Your total is three thousand, six hundred and eighty-five dollars and sixty-eight cents.” Justice reached down into his utilikilt’s pockets and found only empty space. He never bothered taking his wallet and phone out of Marvelous Man’s jacket before transforming back. If he wants to get those two things back, he will have to transform again. “Shit…” gritted Justice in a hushed voice. He smiled at the clerk, “Umm, I think I left my wallet in the changing room. I’ll go get it and be right back.” After excusing himself, Justice powerwalked towards the corner end of the store where the changing room lied. He entered the stall and tapped his golden bracelets together. A small flash of light escaped from the stall twice but went unnoticed both times by his new friend and the clerk. Justice then exited the changing room and slowly waddled back to the cash register; trying to keep his massive erection tucked behind his tree trunk thighs. He reached into his khaki kilt’s pocket and retrieved his leather wallet. Pulling out a black debit card from it, he handed it over to the store clerk. Gemini turned to Justice, “The hell kind of job allows you to blow that amount of cash?” “I’m actually in between jobs right now. My parents, ummm...they left me a trust fund. And I’m buying this much cause I accidentally forgot to bring my clothes with me when I moved here,” explained Justice. Handing Justice back his debit card, the store employee began to stuff Justice’s purchased garments into several bags. The cash register completed the transaction and printed out a receipt during the bagging. The clerk then snatched the receipt and handed it, along with the filled shopping bags, to Justice. The retail associate chimed, “Thanks for shopping! Hope to see you again!” Justice thanked the clerk and accepted the items. Still feeling flustered from the transformations, Justice decided that he would finish his clothes shopping another day. After all, it was perfectly legal for him to wear his purchased clothings in public, so there was no longer an immediate need to find something to wear as Justice. With his shopping bags, he and Gemini exited the store. It was time to obtain the utensils for his adult needs. But first, he needed to find a directory. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Having walked passed a music store and up another floor, the duo arrived at the erotica store, Carnal Desires. The entire interior of the store was painted with a layer of black and random areas bathed in the rays of blacklight. Strewn about, there was aisles of sexual toys, lingerie, and DVDs. Though what stood out amidst this outlet was a small table carrying a wide selection of nail polish that was located in the center of the store’s foyer. “All right! I need to stock up on fingernail polish. I left my whole collection at home,” said Justice. Picking up a shopping basket he spotted next to the store’s entrance, Justice made his way to the nail polish table. The bodybuilder rapidly plucked every shade and placed it in his basket. Gemini’s mood ring turned to gray as he watched his friend shop. Gemini questioned out loud, “Why is there a nail polish section in this erotica outlet?” As Justice heard his friend’s inquiry, he looked at the label of the current polish he had in his grasp. “I dunno, but it’s pretty-...oh,” responded Justice, “It’s all sex pun names. Precum Clear.” Gemini’s mood ring turned to sky blue, “Ha! Well, at least they function as nail polish, right? That’s all that matters.” “Yeah, you’re right,” grinned Justice. With one of each color in the basket, Justice made his way to the sex toy aisle and eyed the rows of lubrications bottles within that area. He picked up each brand and sampled drops of it on his fingertip; rubbing his fingertips together to test its viscosity and slickness. Eventually, he settled on bottles of strawberry and grape flavored lubricant, a really slippery lube branded as Unicorn Cum, an itch-irritant lube branded as Crack Addict, and ultrasound thermal gel lubricant. Justice also included a few bottles of massage oil in case if he invited someone like Gene over for something more...sensual. The two made their way further down the aisle into the rows of dildos differing in height, width, color, and even species. Justice browsed passed the smaller, beginners selection and inspected the ones for more advance users. Grabbing a couple that suited his fancy, he began stuffing a few into his basket. Gemini’s mood ring flared pink, “H-Holy shit! You can actually fit those in you?! That one’s as big as my fist!” “Yeah. I’m naturally loose, and I’ve had a lot of practice. I’ve even deepthroated them when I was in the mood,” shrugged Justice. Gemini shook his head, “Nooo...That?! No way you could fit that in your throat! Don’t you humans, ya know, throw up? Cause of that bulimia stuff.” “Nope. I never had a gag reflex. Made sword swallowing really easy when I tried that one time,” reminisced Justice. Gemini crossed his arms, “Prove it.” “Okay,” said Justice. Deepthroating was always an easy feat for Justice, especially for a dildo that size. It was a bit amusing for Justice to see Gemini so shocked. Though he had to admit, performing oral on a sex toy in public to amaze his friend was a bit arousing. Picking up the toy Gemini exclaimed about, he held its bulbous head to his lips. A tumbling sound of rubbery thuds echoed on the top shelf next to him. Turning to the noise, Justice spotted a decorated skull. It was perched above the top shelf of toppled dildos; staring down at him. In each of its sockets was a blinking red light in the center, while white pixelated words “REC” appeared in the top center of the empty, black sockets. The skull seemed to breathe heavily like a stereotypical voyeur pervert. Justice’s brow flexed in confusion, “Sugar Skull?” “You know this guy?” said Gemini. Marvelous Man personally met the Sugar Skull and would have knowledge about the ghoul’s existence. Justice, however, did not. Justice lied, “No. That head is a sugar skull. The kind from Dia de los Muertos.” “That is correct. But I’m not just any sugar skull. I’m THE Sugar Skull,” proclaimed the ghoul. Sugar Skull began to clumsily climb over the aisle dividing shelves; his torso crossing over and knocking over other dildos in the process. The dildos rolled off the shelf and made rubber plattering sounds upon floor impact. It was surprising to see Sugar Skull not glowing at all after being supercharged last night. The ghoul continued, “And I-” The shelf holding up the sex toys and the upper half of Sugar Skull’s body collapse. Upon the echo of bent metal, Sugar Skull careened towards the ground. Justice and Gemini took a step back for the ghoul to land between them, rather than on them. His fall was broken by the floor dildos; causing his back to land in an uncomfortable, jagged fashion. “Aye!” grunted Sugar Skull, “I’m okay. I just need to move into a more comfortable position.” The ghoul used his legs to push off the ground and slide himself forward. After two soft pushes, Sugar Skull’s head was directly underneath Justice’s khaki utilikilt. Justice rolled his eyes. Of course Sugar Skull would do something like that. “Wow, you are packing! Do you have a permit for that, uh, concealed weapon?! Perhaps you should squat down, so I can inspect it. Maybe even have a taste of your fruit salad. Don’t worry, I love licking the rim of the bowl too,” exclaimed Sugar Skull. He paused for a moment, “Oh. You probably couldn’t see, but I was, umm, waggling my long blue jelly tongue at you.” Gemini’s mood ring flashed green before switching to a concentrated orange. As the colors flashed, the robot stepped forward and stomped on Sugar Skull’s crotch. The ghoul wailed in pain, while Gemini continued to grind his foot against Sugar Skull’s privates. Sugar Skull immediately rolled away from Gemini’s assault and stood up. His eyes changed back to spinning, yellow cartoon flowers. The ghoul winced, “I think you misheard me. I didn’t ask you to crush my balls. Though I’m not opposed to it. I’m just not in the mood for it right now.” “Well, I’m not in the mood for you sexual harassing my new friend,” fired back Gemini. Sugar Skull smiled, “Ohhh, so you were feeling left out, huh? It’s fine. Everybody wants to touch the living contradiction of life and death. So tell me, how big is your robo dick?” Gemini’s mood ring returned to white while crossing his arms. “I don’t have one,” he said. Justice and Sugar Skull both said, “Huh?” “I don’t have one. I don’t have a penis cause I’m not a pleasurebot,” explained Gemini, “...And cause I haven’t gone through robo-puberty yet…” The ghoul broke out in laughter. His purple teeth chattered for a few seconds before his face became completely serious. “Wait, how old are you? Because I don’t mess with kids, and I’m not going to touch any robo jailbait,” said Sugar Skull. Gemini sighed, “There’s no laws for robot pedophilia...I don’t think...But if it helps, I’m physically six months old. Mentally, I’m nineteen years old.” The air hung thick with awkward tension, as rave music played in the distance. “Huh. Well, that’s sort of killing my erection,” said Sugar Skull. The ghoul turned to Justice, “But perhaps I can resurrect yours, hehe. Tell me, what’s better than one penis?” Before Justice could answer, Sugar Skull stepped towards him. He closed the gap between himself and Justice until they were within kissing distance with each other’s faces. The ghoul grabbed Justice’s hand and placed the palm against the loins of his purple pants. “Two penises,” whispered in Justice’s ear. The curiousness about Sugar Skull went up another level. In the palm of Justice’s hand, it actually felt like there was two penises residing in the ghoul’s nethers. Gemini’s mood ring changed to green. Gently wringing his hand away, Justice stepped back. He declined, “Sorry, but I don’t even know your name.” “Oh, how rude of me,” apologized the ghoul, “My name is Sugar Skull. A ghoul from Limbo. My job is to investigate any supernatural things that could be hiding in the human body. I am excellent at searching every crevice and places that are in need of being touched.” Justice held out his hand in an attempt to greet. Hopefully to distract Sugar Skull from making the effort of seducing him. He introduced himself, “I’m Justice. Justice Starr.” Sugar Skull reciprocated the handshake. “A pleasure to meet you...or will be, hehe. Say, have we met before? Perhaps in a dark place? Your body is very familiar,” said the ghoul. Justice shook his head, “I don’t think so. I just moved here yesterday.” “Hmmm, well, I do not usually go for big guys. But you are very cute. You remind me of a hero I met last night,” mentioned Sugar Skull. Justice began to sweat, “Oh?” “Yes. And maybe I’ll see him and you again soon,” flirted Sugar Skull. The ghoul reached into his purple sleeve and pulled out a business card. He placed it in Justice’s basket. Sugar Skull winked with a heart emoticon, “My card. In case you wish to discuss later...or maybe something more. Adios.” As Sugar Skull turned to walk past Gemini, Justice picked up the card from his shopping basket. Other than his name, phone number, and email printed on it, there was big cursive text that read, “Let’s make each other feel alive~”. Justice flipped the card to see if there was anything else printed on it. It was a greyscale photo of Sugar Skull’s naked, chiseled body covered in rose petals and lying on what appears to be a fur rug. The ghoul’s head was cropped out of the photo as well as his nethers. His hands were sensually placed with one on the edge of his chest, and the other on the crevice of his diamond cut hips. It seemed that no matter what Sugar Skull did, it was always a flirtatious opportunity to get into his pants. “What a creep,” huffed Gemini. Justice shrugged, “I think he means well. He just...gets caught up showing off. I admit, it is a bit charming. C’mon, I gotta go buy this stuff, and I don’t want to be caught with the wrecked dildo shelf.” The two made their way to cash register and proceeded the checkout with the store’s clerk. Thankfully, the total price was not as ridiculous compared to the Battlefield store, so Gemini did not bother to raise questions about his income or work history. Perhaps the trust fund excuse extinguished any further monetary query. After all, it was only a measly five hundred dollars; an amount that Justice considers to be petty. As the two left the store with the recently purchased adult toys and lubrication, Justice remembered something. It was something he needed to give his friend before anything else. It was not too weird to be giving gifts to somebody you just met, right? “Oh, right! I almost forgot,” he said, “I got you a gift!” Digging through the clothes of his Battlefield shopping bags, Justice searched for Gemini’s gift. His eyes glittered as he found what he was looking for. Pulling it out, the gift revealed to be a drawstring fundoshi. “Here! I got you another Mokko fundoshi!” presented Justice. Handing it to Gemini, the robot held it in front of his eyes. The lenses on Gemini’s head rotated as it seem to be scanning the garment. His mood ring changed to a thoughtful purple. He analyzed, “It’s...very blue. It’s dark...yet very bright. What shade is this?” “I know, right? It’s Zaffre. It’s like a shade of cobalt or lapis. I got you this, so you had more variety. And in case you soiled the one you’re wearing, heh. Blue is a friendly color, so I figured your coworkers might liken up to you more. Plus, I think it’d look good on you,” explained Justice. Gemini’s mood ring changed to pink, “Oh...thanks. It’s very nice. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Hey, do you know what time it is?” smiled Justice. Gemini replied, “Ummm, it’s 12:36 P.M. Why?” Justice’s eyes went wide. He had spent too much time socializing and shopping. The goal was to spend thirty minutes of gathering some of his necessities and handling the rest after he visited the D.A.B. Headquarters. But even though he failed to accomplish this goal, he did not feel completely bad about it. “Oh, man! Sorry, I gotta go! Running late! I’ll see you later!” said Justice. Justice dropped his shopping bags and took off; sprinting towards the parking lot. He could hear Gemini calling off into the distance, but there no time to reply. Justice knew it was rude to leave his new friend abruptly and leave all his shopping bags there. However, he was on a tight schedule and could not waste a second more. In Justice’s mind, he quickly rationalized that his bags would appear at his apartment within an hour. After all, that is how it worked in Sunnysville, so the same should happen in the real world. Because if it did not, then Justice would be royally screwed. Next Chapter