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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      M'gann_M'orzz/Wally_West/Artemis_Crock
  Character:
      Wally_West, M'gann_M'orzz, Artemis_Crock
  Additional Tags:
      Mating_Bond
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      Published: 2017-06-23 Updated: 2017-10-09 Chapters: 4/? Words: 37835
****** Two Worlds, One Future ******
by sandstormhero
Summary
     Commissioned - It's common for peoples from different cultures to
     clash, but what happens when they quite literally crash? Not all
     accidents turn out for the worst while not ever dream is for the
     best. WxM
***** Chapter 1 *****
A/N: Hey, if you are new to my stories than i just want to say hello, welcome.
My stories tend to be on the smutty side as you will be able to tell so
hopefully you enjoy that type of work. and for those of you who are familiar
with my stories than welcome back. This story was commissioned so its a bit
different from my usual stuff but i ended up enjoying the story quite a bit.
The Commissioner has established that they will be interested in multiple
chapters so if you like what you've seen then please follow and review because
more will be coming. thanks.
Tag(s): Mating, Oral, cowgirl, Cross-species relationship, shape-shifting.
Pairing: Wally/Megan.
Words: 11,889
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Chapter 1
With a thin sheen of perspiration adorning her brow, droplets of sweat ran down
her dark green skin. M'gann's heart hammered in her chest, its pounding filling
her ears with a deafening thrum. Flipping the pages over and over, the fear in
her eyes was obvious as her normally calm and petit features were twisted with
worry.
She scanned the pages over and over, her hands and shoulders trembling. Having
checked and re-checked the numbered sheets before her, she was searching for a
reason, any reason other than the one she was seeing. Her frantic search
gradually slowed until finally her hands came to rest, their thin digits
gripping the edges of the ravaged day calendar.
A day circled in red marker stood out against the white pages clearly visible
between her fingers. There was no mistaking it; no way around it, today was
that day.
For a female martian, her time of maturity was normally a celebrated occasion.
It was the beginning of her bonding cycle, the time in which she would find the
other half of her entire being. If she were still on mars she could have
expected congratulations, cheers of encouragement from family and friends alike
with no shortage of willing suitors trying for her eye. But here on earth it
became another issue entirely.
"Uncle J'onn said I had a month to be ready...why...why didn't he say it was an
EARTH month?"
Her hands balled over the calendar as her mind processed just how she should
proceed given the circumstances and her situation. Already her body felt
strange, hot despite the frigid setting of her room's thermostat. The skin of
her current transformation tightened and was only becoming more constraining
with each breath. The worst however, was the achingly hollow sensation that had
blossomed within her chest. All of these symptoms combined with her difficulty
concentrating made her feel fragile; like she would crumble to dust at any
moment.
The heat was only getting worse alongside her steadily increasing heart rate,
she felt like she was running through the red sands of mercury, and all the
poor teen could do was moan in discomfort as she ran her fingers through her
sweaty locks of red hair.
Everything was just as she had been warned. It was exactly like J'onn had told
her it would be. Today was that day of all days. And once again she scolded
herself for forgetting to check the calendar he had given her.
Her thoughts raced, one plan after another flashing through her mind of what
options she had, what she could do, and how she would handle this. But whenever
they came to Superboy as a possibility she would flinch.
As much as she wanted it to be him, as much as she knew he had feelings for
her, she knew she couldn't involve him with this, not yet anyways. He just
wasn't ready mentally or emotionally for something like this. She'd only just
managed to get him comfortable with physical contact and using her telepathy
when on missions. To force something like this on him would be nothing short of
cruel and she would never allow him to be harmed if she could help it.
Especially by her.
"I thought everything would work out when he joined us. It's why I told Uncle
J'onn that I would be fine, that I could handle this myself...I just had no
idea that..."
It wasn't his fault; she knew that plain as day. But she had hoped he would be
more like the other males she had observed since arriving on earth. They
certainly didn't seem to have any problems responding when a girl made it clear
she was interested in them. He just needed more time, they needed more time,
and everything would be perfect.
She could postpone it. Somewhat. It didn't happen often, because why should it?
Why continue going through life alone when you had the opportunity to find that
one person who was willing to become part of you, and you them. But it could be
done. If she could just lock herself away and wait through the compulsions,
after a week or two they would pass, and she could then easily wait another
year before they would return.
Fine, so what if he wasn't ready this time? It was only six hundred and eighty
seven days until her next bonding cycle. Almost two earth years was more than
enough time, right?
Her fists tightened with realization as her plan came together. "So this is my
only choice..."
The more she considered it, the more she realized this really was her only
option, and she could already feel her thoughts turning to the safe haven that
was her Bio-Ship.
Placing the calendar aside carefully, she rose from her bed and stood for a
moment to collect herself and her thoughts. She just had to leave and find
someplace she could wait this out. Somewhere she would be completely alone and
isolated from anyone and everyone, like the bottom of the ocean, or maybe even
the moon... For their safety as well as hers.
She knew she would have to explain things to her teammates later. And she
would, through video. If she ever gathered the courage to do so. Lying was
wrong, but the truth... her green cheeks shifted to a darker shade as she
forced that particular thought down before poking her head outside her room,
checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear before making her escape.
Once she was satisfied that there was nobody around, she made her move.
Taking first a cautious step out, she then waited several moments and listened
carefully for the telltale sounds of footsteps, but hearing nothing she allowed
a small smile to grace her strained features. The base seemed almost deserted,
something she was thankful for as she made her way to the hanger with quick
purposeful strides. Not even halfway down the hallway however she felt
something in her body shift.
Shuddering, the ache in her chest became a pleasant flutter. Crossing her arms
around herself uncertainly she picked up her pace once a warm pulse began
running through her to accompany the flutter.
Up until now it had only been an unbearable heat, nothing even
remotely...pleasant like this. At the same time, the stiff, claustrophobic
sensation of her own skin tightening increased to a worrying degree. Even worse
she could feel it… moving, rippling of its own accord into a shape she hadn't
willed.
The thought that she was losing control of her shapeshifting powers was a
worrying one, almost equal to what would happen if she didn't get to the
hanger. Gritting her teeth she tried ignoring it, concentrating instead on her
getaway and just where she was going to spend the duration in waiting."If I
hurry, I can make it in-"
"Hey, watch it!" She stopped, eyes widening as she noticed for the first time
she was no longer alone. Standing before her was Robin, a clear grimace of
annoyance visible on his face even through his mask. Shifted in an awkward
angle, it wasn't too difficult to understand why either.
Arms spread out with a can of soda in one hand; the other was balancing a large
box of pizza overhead. In her rush, she'd nearly crashed right into him,
forcing him to dodge and contort to protect his precious lunch.
"What's going on with her? She might be an airhead but she's never that
distracted..."
M'gann blinked as she heard his voice but failed to see his lips move as he
spoke. Had she just...read his mind? Without even meaning to? Great, just what
she needed. Another power going haywire. As if the universe itself was
answering her sarcastic thought she felt her hand spasm. Glancing down her eyes
widened at seeing her human shaped fingers gone, replaced by the three digit
claw she'd grown up with and known for her entire life.
Throwing it behind her back, blind panic coursed through her as she tried to
force its shape back to 'normal'. What had once been an action as thoughtless
and easy as breathing was now straining, something she actually had to force
and mold with her mind. And even then, the result had to be reinforced lest her
concentration slip and it return to her original shape.
She shook her head to banish the fear of her friend seeing any part of her in
its natural state. "S-Sorry," she muttered, feeling that pleasant warmth once
again pulse through her body. Turning and increasing her pace to a near jog
towards the hanger she didn't bother to say anything else, only hearing a
mental "Huh?" from the boy in red. His thoughts slowly turning towards pleasant
times in front of the large television, their odd encounter falling to the back
of his mind where it would lie forgotten.
M'gann was glad he'd left her alone, that it was hearing his thoughts, not his
words that caused the warmth to pulsate was not lost on her. As the distance
between her and the Boy Wonder increased her mind was able to turn its
attention back to just where she would be spending the foreseeable future. "The
moon, definitely the moon, I can easily wait this out on the dark side until
this passes. If anyone asks I'll just tell them it was something personal, they
won't ask too much if I say that,"she thought, already having in mind exactly
what crater was going to become her temporary home.
Möbius had a lovely view this time of year.
Her relief didn't last as long as she'd liked, however, as another warm pulse
surged through her. This one noticeably stronger than the previous.
Arms tightening around herself she dug her fingernails into her sides, the tiny
pricks of pain helping her resist the new-found urges and push down the dull
ache she was feeling between her thighs.
"So this is what it's like; what my people go through when they start their
bonding cycle. Gods, how do they have the willpower to get through this? Is
this really what I've been looking forward to for the last forty years?" Her
internal thoughts ground to a halt when yet another pulse seared her mind and
body. Unlike the one she felt with Robin, this one had a much sharper edge to
it, and she nearly tripped as her body fought to seek out its source.
Before it had been like a shout or a cry, this time was more like…a call, a
very direct and very intentional call.
"Hey, Meg!" She stopped, her conscious mind finding itself increasingly annoyed
and frustrated with her need to respond to the others constantly interrupting
her attempted escape. Meanwhile her unconscious thoughts were pulling at her
like a massive beast on a chained leash.
Turning, her eyes were met with a curious Artemis and at her side Superboy,
whose expression was as unreadable as ever.
Those cobalt blue eyes of his, hard as steel but yearning to prove himself and
to protect others. Something that was quite easy for the young man even when
you discounted his extraordinary powers. Physically, he was beyond impressive.
Strong, with broad shoulders, and large hands. Every inch of his body was
flawless, perfection incarnate. A muscular body that rivaled anything sculpted
during the Renaissance.
Eyes shifting just barely to the side, her gaze then came to rest on Artemis.
Long, flowing blonde hair that reached well down her back framing an exotic
pair of dark grey eyes.
Unlike Superboy, she possessed a lithe body with strength that belied her thin
frame. Despite that, it was far from lacking in terms of build. Her arms and
legs were like liquid metal, springs coiled and ready to release their pent up
energy at a moment's notice. These were perfectly in balance with her feminine
curves rather than offset by them, a pair of surprisingly large breasts, wide
hips and a very generous ass. She'd more than once caught herself mentally
comparing her body with the blonde Asian's since their first op, distinctly
recalling her strong back and toned thighs from the shower room...
"Am I..." she wracked her brain trying to remember what it was she had been
warned Wally would do... "Am I checking them out?" she found her own body
betraying her once again, this time in the form of a blush darkening her green
cheeks.
Another warm surge passed through her as Artemis looked first at Superboy, then
back at her. M'gann's nostrils flared at the sudden spike, the scents of the
two teens filling her mind as her eyes continued to quite literally drink in
their forms.
She was now acutely aware of the orange scented shampoo and olive soap Artemis
used. Crisp but also soothing, it was a stark contrast to the unscented
products Superboy used. Though she could detect something that just happened to
escape her at the moment. It wasn't as strong as the fruity scents of her
friend, but it was noticeable and stood out like spice in an otherwise bland
recipe.
"Me and big boy here were discussing our last mission. We just wanted to know
who you'd vouch for if it came to a one-on-one with that assassin,"
"Her name was-"
"Not important," she waved him off. "So?" Both of them were eying her down
intently, something she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with thanks to
her current dilemma. Already she could feel a bead of sweat running down her
back and another down the side of her neck.
"Don't shift, don't shift, don't shift!"
Her voice stammered. "I…don't think I could say. You're both v-very skilled and
always do-"
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh gods."
"Kaldur, just the guy we were looking for after Missy over here."
"We agreed it'd only be her opi-"
"Not important," Artemis again cut off the boy of steel.
The trio talked amongst themselves, gesturing towards her every now and then
but largely they were in their own little world. M'gann did her best to
maintain as much control on her posture as possible, but couldn't control the
occasional cringes and low moans as she felt her pulse and temperature
continuing to rise.
Another warm surge struck her and she wasn't able to resist rubbing her thighs
together. A warm wetness gathering at their apex. As suddenly as the voices
were drowned out, they returned.
"So, you were saying?"
"I-I can't- could we discuss this some other time?" Her grip on her sides
tightened.
"Is something wrong with her...?"
''That's new."
"Wonder what's eating her..."
Thoughts, their thoughts, ran through her mind simultaneously. She looked at
each of them briefly, observing their forms as their thoughts were washing over
her once again.
Superboy was focused on her odd movements, his eyes focused on her shifting
thighs. Kaldur was more worried about her nervousness and how she was taking
steps backwards away from them. Then there was Artemis, whose mind was most
concerned with… Superboy's anatomy, and the things she would do with it if
given the chance.
Flashing across her mind were images of the blonde Asian's naked body pressing
itself against Superboy's equally nude form; her firm breasts against his
muscular torso as his hands ran down her shoulders and back, reaching down to
her ass and taking one full cheek in each. She could hear the archer moaning in
satisfaction while grinding against the Boy of Steel's abs, her body molding
itself perfectly against his chiseled torso, a loud smack echoing followed by a
sharp sting and squeal of delight.
The more she focused on Artemis' thoughts, the more the urges felt
uncontrollable, the more she could see herself in her place as the young man
ran his hands down to her thighs and hefting her up higher onto his lap. The
two images then blurred together so that she could see herself and Artemis with
Superboy, each trapping one of his legs between their theirs as they grinded
against it, only to shift once more to just the two of them alone, the blonde
having pinned her arms in place with one hand, sinking her teeth into the
tender flesh of her neck as her tongue and lips tasted and teased the warm
skin, the other hand working itself deeper and deeper into her core as their
entwined legs tensed and thrust in sync with her nimble digits.
The last one, she realized, had not been from her own mind.
Swallowing, M'gann took another step back. "I...have to go."
Without giving them a chance to reply she was off. Literally. Feet off the
floor she flew down the hallway as quickly as she could; putting as much
distance between herself and the mental images Artemis had floating around in
her head as possible. She didn't know what they were, but they were too close,
too similar to her own, enough so that her already weakened self control was
now clinging by a thread.
Another warm pulse shot through her, this one far stronger than the previous
had been. It was taking conscious effort just to remain aloft as something
within her began to boil. Her heart was already beating faster than ever
before, now demanding something from her she barely understood.
She didn't know how she'd rid herself of these...urges, but at the same time
she didn't want to risk anything with her teammates and friends. She would take
care of her problem herself once she was away, once they were safe.
The hanger was close, very close. She could feel the presence of her Bio-Ship
within her mind, her oldest and dearest friend sensing her distress and
indicating it was ready to take her wherever she needed to go. Relief set on
her as the distance between them was only a matter of meters. But as soon as
that relief came, it fled as an unexpected figure stepped foot in her path, and
this time there wasn't enough time for her to stop.
Time froze as Kid Flash seemed to appear out of nowhere. He was barely able to
glance up at her with a surprised look before she crashed into him like a
missile and sent them both tumbling down what was left of the hallway in a
tangle of limbs right outside the hanger door. M'gann herself ended up on the
bottom, with Wally's cheek resting against hers, their bodies pressed together
so closely that she could feel his heartbeat against her breast and his breath
against her neck.
Wally was up first, on his feet and shaking himself from the disorientation of
their collision and rubbing the back of his neck. Looking around, his eyes
widened at a slowly recovering M'gann.
"Meg!" Kneeling back down at her side he closed the space between them before
glancing over her body same as he always did. "Are you alright?"
Eyes closed, she nodded several times, cringing as she could feel his thoughts
crash against her mind, worry and concern for her wellbeing mingled and mixed
with the same appreciation he always had when he saw her. Thinking he'd hurt
her when she failed to move further, his heart sunk, and a weak moan barely
escaped her throat as she felt his concern suppressing his usual desire for
her.
He carefully gave her a once over, starting at her feet, then up her long legs,
soft thighs and hips to her flat stomach, over the swell of her bust, he gave
her arms a quick look before his eyes moved back up her swanlike neck until his
piercing green eyes came to rest on her face. He had been quite through, and
she could hear him listing off everything in the back of his mind, looking for
any broken bones sticking out of place or bruises that might have formed.
When she continued to remain still his mind automatically went into the worst
case scenario of a concussion before moving closer to her, the scent of his
shampoo and body wash filling her senses as much as his presence was her mind.
With a surprising level of tenderness his hands touched her face, his thumbs
carefully pulling down so he could see her eyes to make sure they weren't
dilated before easing himself back slightly. "M'gann...god, I'm so sorry. I
swear I didn't see you coming and-are you alright?" he asked when he noticed
her eyes barely reopening and looking around weakly.
What Wally had mistaken for pain, however, was in fact relief. One that swept
over her so swiftly she couldn't begin to understand what had caused it. All
she did know was the before her world had been a wash of anxious fear and
discomfort. But basking in Wally's mind and warm emotions her entire body
sighed in relief.
The heat? It was still there but was muted by his own natural temperature as he
pressed against her. The aching flutter in her chest? His worry and concern
poured into her, filling the hollow sensation. Her shapeshifting? By the time
she thought to remember her transformation the entire disguise should have
unraveled. But it hadn't. In fact, under Wally's inspection, her form had
calmed down almost immediately.
It was like finding a life raft in the middle of a sea of chaos. So it only
made sense that she would want to latch on and hold tight for dear life.
M'gann opened her eyes slowly, much like humans did after savoring an
especially pleasant taste or aroma. "He must have just left the showers," she
mused at seeing his lower half covered only by a loosely tucked towel. His
nudity didn't disturb her however; clothing was an aspect of human culture
after all. But seeing him without it did leave her with… thoughts.
Her eyes traveled upwards taking in the sprouting features of a thin but still
very well defined chest and toned arms. And while no bodybuilder he was quite
healthy and well developed, charming in his own way. Not to mention how she
always seemed to be the focus of his thoughts.
Some of the heat from before surged through her. A flash of worry surfaced but
was quickly quelled. Still alien and different, this time it wasn't nearly as
stifling, leaving only the lingering pleasure that ran down her chest.
"Can't lay there forever," he said half-jokingly as he took her hand. Even in
this he was gentle, minding any bruises or injuries he may have caused, not
once had it entered his thinking that she was the one who had run into him.
"Ready?"
Nodding in response, M'gann couldn't help focusing on their clasped hands. Skin
on skin, she was once again able to take in his heat which so sweetly battled
her own. A side effect she discovered was how it left her body humming wherever
they touched. It was strange and part her understood that she should question
it, but compared to the hollow pain and scorching heat from before this was
obviously preferable.
Perhaps more worrying was the effect it was having on her mind. Since their
collision she'd been so overwhelmed by the relief of her symptoms that she
hardly bothered to even consider why.
Without even realizing it, she was already latching onto him- Urging her mind
closer to his to bathe in his soothing warmth. Part of her vaguely recognized
what this meant, that mentally she and Wally were actually compatible despite
the differences in their species. Which was the last thing she wanted to
happen, yet the thought of pulling away and losing herself back to the pain
made her want to cry out in protest.
Placing his other hand over hers, Wally was pulling her up when he felt a
gentle tugging sensation, followed by a sudden cool breeze. A gasp from the
martian only added to his fears.
"The towel...ack! Damn it!" Releasing his hold on her his hands rushed
downward, tugging fiercely at the dropped towel to cover himself once more. He
had to ignore the dull thud but the soft whimper that followed overwhelmed even
his sense of modesty and embarrassment.
Looking back up at the martian girl he'd just dropped in favor of covering
himself, his heart sank once more when he saw a glimmer in her eyes. It wasn't
long before tears could be seen welling up, ready to spill from her soft green
orbs.
"God damn it, why did I do that? How could I have just dropped her!? First I'm
in her way, then I drop her because of a stupid towel, what's left for me to
screw up?"
Distance, even that small amount threatened M'gann's sanity as she felt the
comfort and pleasure of Wally's mind fade from her own like the setting sun. It
had become a drug, and the more she received the more she needed just to keep
herself from falling apart.
She needed to be close to him. She needed to be touching him. Only long enough
for her to gather the strength she needed to reach her ship and run away of
course. But until then the need to be near him was overwhelming, enough that
her following actions seemed naturally sensible.
"Meg, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I, it just fell, and I-" his apology was
interrupted by an unseen force yanking him down as he was about to try and help
her up again. And before he knew it, he was face to face with the martian teen,
a warm pleasant sensation spreading on his lips, the silky smoothness moving
along his own wind chapped pair. He was... they were... god...
Like a starved animal she was on him the moment he landed. He could feel her
breasts pressing against his chest and the rest of her sticking just as
closely, her arms looping around behind his neck to keep him right where she
wanted him. He involuntarily pressed himself closer onto the martian, molding
himself to her soft body and adding pressure to the long-dragging sensation he
felt in response to her hips shifting. Not much though, just enough to allow
one leg to slip out from under him, its knee rising so that the inside of her
thigh was brushing against his hip.
With one hand gripping her by the shoulder, the other softly rubbing along her
side between her beltline and bust. If she had any issues with his touch, she
was giving off all the wrong signals. She even went so far as to arch into his
hands whenever she felt them move.
As their lips continued to become better acquainted and their bodes fought to
see whose could conform to the others shape fastest, he couldn't help but
notice just how hot her skin felt to the touch. Not some cliché trick of his
mind, he could genuinely feel the heat radiating from her like a furnace.
Brushing the fingers at her hip around to her back, he pulled her to him,
wanting to feel as much of her warmth, as much of her as possible. That's when
the already iron grip she had on him strengthened, as did the fierceness of
their kiss. It flew into the face of everything he knew of her.
Sweet innocent little M'gann was trying to smother him with her entire body.
And he wouldn't have cared if she succeeded at this point. All he wanted to do
was hold her close and never let go, to bask in her soft heat.
Could she actually like him, maybe? The thought definitely crossed his mind.
Maybe his hours and hours of relentless flirting had finally worn her down.
Who's to say this isn't just how martians show affection? The possibility of
M'gann really falling for him lifted his spirits and urged him to throw himself
even further into the act. Unknowingly crippling the girl pressed against him
with his affection and earnest desire for her, to have her, to please her and
protect her.
Thanking whoever above had gifted him with a photographic memory at birth, he
committed every detail of this moment to memory, carving it deep within his
mind where it would remain for as long as he lived.
Be it the soft, warm texture of her skin, the low silky moan in her throat or
the spicy floral scent of her hair. Feeling her body pushing against his, from
the leg moving up alongside his to the curves he was doing his best not to
crush only continued to fan the flames and stoke his desires. However, as much
as he wished he could map out every square inch of her body he wasn't an idiot,
not a complete one anyways. He followed her lead and focused his waning control
on keeping his hands firmly gripped on her shoulder and side, knowing that
should they wander even a fraction beyond what she was okay with it could bring
an abrupt end to this little visit to paradise.
Kissing, M'gann decided, was nothing at all like she'd imagined. Learning about
earth culture she'd seen the act of course, and even understood the chemical
significance of finding a compatible mate. But experiencing it for herself was
another story entirely. She didn't understand what it was that had pushed her
into initiating the human custom, but at that moment it had just felt natural,
despite being so alien. And even better, she could feel it affecting the boy
she'd physically as well as mentally and emotionally latched onto.
While before they had only been warm, the emotion of his intentions had risen
enough to match the heat of her biology. Healing in the light of his thoughts
she'd made the mistake of allowing their minds to press too closely. At this
point she could actually feel the gratification he was experiencing from having
her body against his, and it radiated through her.
The distinctly human pleasure was strange and new, but even further emboldened
her to his side. New and strange as it was, the experience was enjoyable, the
foreign sensations having a familiar resonance to her own needs. Before she was
even aware, she'd all but stripped away the psychic shields of her mind to
experience as much of her teammates psyche as she could, in turn leaving her
completely unprotected against the constant flow and stream of thoughts and
sensations.
He wanted her. She could feel it in the way his blood rushed through his veins
and the way his hands laid claim to her skin. He wanted her. And the primitive
drive to take and be taken rushed in and through her, twisting her own
consciousness. He wanted her. So much that her open mind was helpless but to
allow him to have her.
Her mind was degrading, but still aware enough to recognize the open space of
the hallway. Generations of instincts screamed at her to run away, to take this
precious person she'd discovered and find a safe place to complete the bond
without interruption. M'gann resisted these compulsions as best she could, her
Bio-Ship being so close helped. But she physically couldn't bring herself to
stand up and walk away at this point.
Wally was in the same train of thought, though for different reasons. Naked in
the middle of a hallway he could just imagine what Robin, or god forbid,
Artemis would say if they found him like this. He tried to think of a way to
tell M'gann, but the risk of ending this miraculous miracle was more than
enough to keep him silent. He'd waited so long to finally get her attention
away from Superboy, and he couldn't ruin his chances now. His need for privacy
was strong, but his desire for her was stronger.
Unknown to either of them, their thoughts had already begun trickling between
their minds. The shared desires circled each other between their connection,
feeding from each other and growing stronger with each passing second. There
were plenty of differences, in terms of thought and desire, but the
similarities had slowly been drawn to the surface, to the edge so that they
were able to entwine. Wally's human mind was capable of fully grasping the
weight of such an occurrence, but M'gann's defenseless mind was nearly devoid
of higher thinking and was being assaulted by the combination of her needs and
his wants syncing so effortlessly.
It was too much for her to resist. She drank the delicious flavor of Wally's
mind as though she was starving and it was the most wonderful meal she'd ever
tasted. Traces of her own mind tainted the otherwise pure experience but she
found herself enjoying it even more than when it had been just Wally, their
separate flavors complimenting each other more perfectly than she had ever
thought possible. Her biology fusing with his mind, primitive genetic need
guided by powerful emotions and hope.
Combined, their message was clear. 'Together, alone. Stay together, but find
someplace alone.'
Finally they parted, both gasping for air. Wally blinked several times to clear
up his vision, needing to see it really was M'gann he was kissing and not some
horrible trick. As his eyes focused and his vision cleared the haze from his
mind, he saw her, and his heart swelled. He felt a great, bright subtle joy
fill him as the panting visage of the young martian remained, half lidded eyes
and lightly bruised lips included. And then the moment of Wally's dream finally
coming true was cruelly interrupted.
Depending on your point of view.
Seizing him by the wrist, M'gann rose high, levitating herself so that his feet
were no longer able to reach the floor. Wally barely had a chance to realize
what was happening before they shot down the hallway at an incredible speed
even for him. It was only seconds before everything, once a blur, even to
himself, stopped and he became aware of his new surroundings, standing right in
front of a door. And, just as fast as he blinked, he found himself falling back
onto a bed, a second body falling over his own not a moment later.
They were alone, together, she had found someplace where they could be alone.
She could feel her thoughts being shaped by Wally's. Crawling atop his form,
hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, the pleasure pulsated from his
mind and body. She could feel her wants and needs changing to that of his.
Leg's parting so that her thighs rested on either side of his hips, the
position felt natural, even more so as her chest came to rest on his. In the
very back of her mind, the part of her that still recognized that she needed to
get away screamed in warning. The reality of what was happening being obvious
to anybody that knew what occurred during a martian's bonding period. But the
person that was actually in charge of the body did nothing to escape.
She knew she needed to get away, but she was just so tired of fighting against
her own body. It felt good to give in, to let it do as it pleased, mature as
nature intended.
The more she allowed herself to change, to match Wally's thoughts the better
she felt. Not a sense of pleasure, so much as the relief one felt lying in bed
after a night of resisting sleep. Even if she wanted to stay awake, the thought
of just closing her eyes for a few seconds was too much to not indulge. And
that's just what it was. An indulgence. And if she didn't want to fall asleep
completely she needed to act quickly, before she was too far gone to remember
why she was fighting in the first place.
From him she could sense confusion at what had happened, where they are, but
the moment he realized and understood where they were, his thoughts turned to
her, and only her.
M'gann lost all sense of control as soon as she felt that 'click' in his mind.
The heat rippled with her skin and mind making her feel lose and malleable. And
when she felt his eyes on her, on her, taking her in, she gave herself in to
the heat that coursed through her, his heat.
"Beautiful. We're on her bed. Are we gonna-? No way, don't think like that.
but… maybe…?"
Wally's mind was typical of any fifteen year old boy in his situation. On a bed
with a pretty girl, his eyes stared at her dizzy expression with something
close to hope. Still mingling her mind with his, M'gann could feel his desires
and expectations, felt them as her own. Her heart beat once, and then she could
feel herself wanting the same things as he.
The longer this lasted the more of herself would disappear into Wally's
identity. Until there was nothing left.
Wally swallowed against his throat, mind racing even with his enhanced
comprehension. In front of him M'gann was just staring at him, conflict clear
on her face but with her hands braced on his shoulders she looked like she was
about to lean in and kiss him. The memory of their last kiss was still clear in
his mind, and looking at her soft, red lips he felt his tongue quickly wet his
own.
M'gann's features flinched, but otherwise showed no sign of what was going
through her mind. Very quickly, however, she leaned in towards Wally and his
desire was once again granted as he tasted her impossibly soft lips.
He moaned into her mouth, hormones roaring, and the front of his towel
tightening with every heartbeat. For the first time since he got his powers, he
was glad the world ran in slow motion from his perspective. It allowed him more
time to enjoy and appreciate the moment. And that's exactly what he did, laying
back on the bed and pulling the girl of his dreams on top of him as she leaned
down and met his lips with her own.
She didn't seem to mind. Actually, she was more enthusiastic than Wally to
press herself against him just as she had out in the hallway. Past her lips he
could hear her sigh and even moan a bit while shifting her clothed body to rub
against his naked chest. More than an ego boost, M'gann's affection only
further cemented the possibility of what might happen. Making the young man
wonder.
It's not like he didn't respect and care for M'gann. He did. After getting to
know her he found that he genuinely enjoyed her sunny disposition and quirks.
It was just as much a part of her as her cuteness that made her a breath of
fresh air and a sight for sore eyes. But naked and in bed with her it was
impossible not to think about what was about to happen. What he was going to
see. What he was going to touch. On that last thought, his hands that he had
managed to keep respectively on her waist since they resumed their previous
activities dared to move lower and brush along the firm curves of her tight,
small bottom.
She didn't push him away. Feeling a surge of joy, M'gann responded to the
flurry of emotion with a deep moan, and drinking it in as much as she could.
His approval, his satisfaction, she wanted it. And nothing cured the hollowness
in her chest more than feeling that satisfaction and knowing she was the one
responsible. Shifting her hips and arching, she pushed her backside into his
busy palms to spur him on even further.
Wally was emboldened by M'gann's response, his confidence shooting through the
roof as he caressed and squeezed to his heart's content. Splaying his fingers
wide, he took as much of her heavenly green derriere into his hands as he
could, gripping for dear life as he pulled her against him, enjoying the way
she shyly began swaying her backside. It was impossible for Wally to understand
what was going on in M'gann's mind, but the further he went the more she
responded by encouraging him to keep going. He'd been nervous at first,
terrified about offending her or pushing her too far too fast. But as his mouth
opened and he brushed his tongue along her bottom lip he had to admit to
himself that he'd never been one to take anything slow.
Her mouth opened, just as he'd hoped. Clinging to his body she was still
shifting and squirming on top of him. She paused for a moment, seeming taken
aback when his tongue moved to push against hers. But even that hesitation
vanished before he had the chance to question it. Tightening her hands on his
chest, her tongue returned his attention with her own, licking and swirling and
tasting the offered appendage.
It was strange for M'gann, and certainly unexpected. In all her research of
earth culture she'd never heard of them… tasting each other. The kisses on
Hello, Megan! had been quick, innocent. With only one kiss in its twenty two
episodes lasting long enough for her to get the concept of making out.
Feeling him lick her lip she'd opened on instinct. It wasn't until she felt the
warm wet sensation of his tongue fill her mouth that's she'd realized what he
was trying to do.
Except she didn't. She had no idea. As far her knowledge went, human tongues
were designed entirely for tasting food, chewing, swallowing and speaking. But
then, she did know. Flashes and images filled her mind with an aspect of human
culture she'd never seen before. A sultry blonde in a red dress returning a
tuxedo wearing mans passion with her own. A brave young redhead in water soaked
clothes showing her gratitude to the young hero who saved her life. A worried
brunette sharing one last moment with the man of her heart before losing him
forever. The fidgeting lips of a young Asian pilot eagerly returning the
affections of her dark skinned lover and melting against her. Before M'gann
knew it, she was responding to Wally's invitation. And quite well if the
pleasure she was feeling from his thoughts was anything to go by.
Without even realizing it, she was learning from him; seeing memories that
weren't her own and establishing them as if she herself had lived them. She was
falling deeper and deeper into Wally's mind, bonding it to hers. And worst of
all she didn't even recognize it even more.
She'd stepped over the edge.
Wally was still enjoying himself, surprised but pleased at her quick learning.
The two continued their heated exchange for a good while, his hands tracing
down from her backside to her thighs, then back up and along her sides before
repeating the same pattern over and over. Her small hands held fast to him, the
movements of her tongue becoming more refined, more reactive, and more
receptive to his own until it reached the point she was teaching him. As much
as he enjoyed this however, his attention started to crave more. And once again
he found himself staring at the edge of a line he knew he shouldn't cross. This
didn't stop himself, of course, from moving anyway to run his fingers along the
hem of her shirt, his hands moving to lift it over her flat stomach.
In his hast and excitement he seemed to forget just what her clothes were made
from. Like her face, hair and skin, the fabric was a part of her, just another
aspect of her disguise. So when Wally attempted to remove it, and M'gann
realized what the craving in his thoughts were centered on, her reaction was
immediate and without pause.
"Just a little higher. Please don't stop me now. Just a little higher. God,
will I actually get to see her?" His thoughts poured from his mind like a
prayer. A prayer to see her body in all its glory. Images from his imagination
flashed through M'gann's mind and she found her shapeshifting powers responding
in kind. The clothes she'd formed that morning vanished, her shoes and socks
split and opened before sinking into her feet, her skirt almost appeared to
roll upwards while her panties dissolved to reveal her thighs and backside,
while her blouse parted from the front and retreated from her chest into her
back. In the blink of an eye her green skin was completely bare.
"Whoa!" Wally pulled back his tongue, blinking to look down her body; sure
enough what little he could see was completely naked. The image of her breasts
pressed against his chest made a particularly lovely picture in his memory. Who
knew green cleavage could be so arousing? Little did he know, more had changed
than just her state of clothing.
Capturing the figure of a human female hadn't been too difficult. Shape wise at
least. The details however were a bit harder to duplicate without having
anything to look at or study closely. At least until she had the fresh mind of
a teenage boy in the throes of puberty as a reference. Along with the disposal
of her clothing, the missing details of her anatomy filled in like they'd
always been there. Between his biology classes, cursory research in anatomy for
art, and a healthy amount of internet 'research' she had everything she needed
to flesh out her basic form. His memories and knowledge combined with his
imagination flowed into her consciousness, giving shape to the points of
pleasure that had been aching between her legs and at the tips of her breasts.
Wally took notice of these changes with keen speed, and moving his hands over
her body he quickly focused on her breasts, which were just as soft and supple
as they looked and he had imagined. Brushing his thumbs against the erect nubs
at their peaks, he couldn't help but notice their coloration was several shades
darker than the rest of her green skin.
Palms cradling the soft weight of her chest, he didn't even notice as she sat
herself up to allow him a better view, too preoccupied feeling their almost
silk like texture and drawing the tips of his fingers across their smooth
surface. She was so soft, softer than anything he'd ever touched before, but
with that warmth that seemed to be cooking her from the inside out. Watching
her expression, he stared in increasing awe as she learned the pleasure that
came with having this part of her body fondled.
As for M'gann, she found the experience very pleasant to say the least. Even if
it wasn't sexual for her, the way he touched her, so careful yet insistent, as
well as the intense burn of his eyes as he watched her every reaction left her
heart pounding. Posed above him with her chest jutting out, the fleshy mounds
dangled from her body and into his hands. Focusing on her nipples, the thin
dexterous length of his fingers pulled on the stubby nubs, twisting them,
tweaking them, caressing them with the rough pad of his thumb and rolling them
between his fingers.
His attentions were not limited to only her breasts however, though his eyes
never strayed away from them long. Cupping her breasts and massaging them
carefully, almost with reverence, his hands moved from the twin peaks of her
green globes to glide down her sides. Squeezing them together her grinned at
the bountiful cleavage they formed before marveling at the flawless expanse of
her body. His pale digits trailed from her sides to her back, then downwards,
pulling her close as they continued their path down to their intended target.
True, he'd already given her bottom a pretty through examination, but in his
mind that didn't really count as it had been clothed at the time. His pale
digits slid over her hips to once again take handfuls of soft green flesh, his
smile spreading ear to ear when she pushed back into his hands and moaned in
approval.
He took his time enjoying her body, watching his hands work her tender curves
and seeing how her skin rolled under his fingers. Her supple breasts, flat
stomach, soft shoulders, arching back, firm backside and quivering thighs, not
one inch was left unmapped or unknown to his touch save the one he knew would
be crossing a line he would not risk.
Despite that, he was more than pleased with the bounty he had been presented
with and quite eager to enjoy it. Moving his hands back up to cradle her bosom,
he tenderly squeezed the two mounds held in his palms, his thumbs pressing into
the twin peaks before moving them around in slow, cautions circles. Shifting
his hands from where they had been cupping her breasts to their sides he
smushed them together carefully and grinned at the sight.
They might not be huge, but there was no denying they had some impressive size
to them. The fact that they were real and he was holding them of course meant
he didn't really care about their size. She could have been nearly flat and it
wouldn't have mattered to him, though his mind was quick to point out and
appreciate she was quite the opposite of flat. If there was one word he could
use to describe M'gann, it was curvy.
Feeling their weight now pressing into his hands, his smile only grew when the
valley of her cleavage deepened. He could have sworn they'd gotten bigger, but
he chalked it up to just his imagination. Pushing her breasts together and
squeezing them, he was perfectly content to lay there and massage them for as
long as possible.
M'gann allowed this, sighing at the pleasure she could feel him gaining from
this; as well as a muted, more personal kind of enjoyment from the physical
contact. Her skin wasn't as sensitive or responsive to touch as a human's, she
understood that, but she did enjoy the attention and his efforts. More
importantly however, through his body she could feel where all of this pleasure
focused into a single burning point building in his lap. When she moved, it was
through instinct, he didn't even need to think it for her to understand he
needed to be touched.
She was compelled to reach between their bodies, to move her hand down his
chest and past the towel to grasp him. Not even sure how she knew what to do,
or how to stroke his sensitive member, but her hand moved along the sensitive
organ as though she'd done so a thousand times. Her thumb circled around the
swelling head, gathering beads of precum from the tip all the while her fingers
carefully and gently massaged and squeezed around his shaft until her thumb had
worked up a modest coating. She then shifted her grip so that her palm could
continue the work her thumb had abandoned in favor of working carefully around
his length. By the time her thumb was drying, her palm had worked up its own
coating which was then carefully shifted to run along his manhood. All of the
alone and personal time Wally took to take care of himself becoming a guide for
her give him the most pleasure possible. And, in turn, her own.
Slowly at first, though not out of caution as much as muscle memory from the
teen under her, M'gann began pumping his hardening shaft. A soft grip on the
down stroke, she would tighten her silky soft fingers as she pulled up to the
head. Feeling the tremor and surge through his mind, she grinned.
Martians didn't have anything close to sex in their culture, at least not the
same kind that humans enjoyed. When a bonded pair decided to create life, they
would allow their physical bodies to fuse for a short duration to become one
being, with the male leaving a portion of their biomass behind upon diffusion
that their mate would use along with their own. The process was the most
intimate experience their species enjoyed. And while the duration of this
exchange was emotionally satisfying, the physical pleasure was all but
nonexistent.
But right now she could actually feel what sexual pleasure was. Through Wally,
she could feel the tightness in his crotch, the pressure in his chest that rose
with his beating heart. She could feel the excitement of seeing her own body
pressed against him and how her every touch set a trail of electrifying fire
down his.
This, combined with the overwhelming and all consuming melding of their minds
left her in a strange, almost lustful daze- if she was even capable of such a
thing. Nevertheless, the separate entity that was M'gann M'orzz had all but
disappeared. Or, rather, the half of herself that had cried out for completion
upon awakening had finally found another soul to satisfy the ache of
incompletion.
While M'gann basked in emotional satisfaction, Wally was more than enjoying the
physical aspect of their time together. Still laid out on the bed, he watched
her as she stroked his aching length; her face heated with a drunken grin and
breasts swaying gently with the motions of her hand. Compared to the innocent
and naive M'gann that he'd grown to know and love, the image was more than a
little startling. But in a way that made him appreciate her even more.
His eyes focused on her freckles and bright green eyes before his attention
drifted to her parted lips. Seeing her tongue flick across them, the sinful
image of them wrapped around his arousal sprung to life.
"M'gann?" his heavy voice broke through as he felt her freeze on top of him.
For a brief second he felt a flash of worry, that maybe he'd finally done
something to end this wonderful sequence of events. That worry quickly turned
on its head as he watched her blushing face turn towards his chest then up to
his face, before slowly turning downwards towards his tented member.
"!" he didn't say anything this time, just gasping and trying not to question
what was going on. As fun as this was, the silence was starting to get a little
weird. Everything was happening so quickly, even for him! M'gann moved before
he even recognized that he wanted it to happen. Part of him wanted to question
it, another part of him knew that he should question it. But so closely
connected, even he wasn't immune to the effects of a martian psyche so deeply
intertwine with his own.
Unlike with M'gann, it was much more subtle an influence, a gentle push, a
nudge to keep him going, to keep him from thinking. Even if it were less subtle
and more obvious he certainly had no way of even noticing its presence. But
already he felt compelled to cater to her wants just as she for him. It just so
happened that in her current state the only thing in the world that she wanted
was for him to lay there and let her make him happy. Frozen in place, Wally
could do little more than watch as M'gann moved down his body, her small hands
running down his sides while she situated herself, scooting down the bed, her
breasts grazing his skin until she was settled between his legs and opening his
towel to reveal his manhood completely.
Heart stopping, breath halting, the world narrowed down to just the two of them
as M'gann lowered her face until it was level with the pulsating length of
flesh.
His mouth opened in exclamation at feeling her lips settle around the crown of
his swollen tip, kissing it tenderly. Equal parts embarrassment and excitement
rushed through him from the contact. Even feeling just her lips was incredible.
He watched M'gann's expression, somewhere between affectionate and sultry as
she ran her lips from his head along the base of his shaft, they both felt his
organ bulge with approval. Her cheek nuzzled the spire of flesh before moving
back up to his tip, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
M'gann repeated this several times. Keeping her lips pursed against his length
to leave lines of her saliva to collect against the heated skin, along the
bottom, sides, and top, always followed by a path of gentle kisses from her
impossibly soft lips working her way back up. Occasionally she darted the tip
of her tongue to brush along a point for a moment; tasting the unmistakable
male flavor of his erection. Her treatment was careful, but still teasing, and
it was everything Wally had ever dreamed of.
Having repeated her pattern enough that he was sufficiently wetted, she finally
opened her mouth to accept him, balancing his tip on her bottom lip as she gave
it one last kiss before pushing forward. Wally's freckled cheeks darkened
further and his eyes widened with her jaw as it stretched to accommodate his
girth. In the middle of puberty he'd never felt ashamed of his five and half
inches, plus against M'gann's petite mouth and full lips he'd never felt
larger.
She accepted him without complaint, the salty tang of his precum leaking onto
her tongue as it cradled his underside. Her lips settled around his member, the
smooth and veiny texture easily sliding inwards thanks to the liberal coating
she'd given it beforehand. Her hands were braced on either side of his thighs,
letting her lower her face at her own pace even though the teen under her was
too far gone to try anything anyways.
Closing her eyes, the glassy windows disappeared as she threw herself into the
act. Far less familiar than the hand job, memories of a different kind guided
her through fantasy and daydreams. Thankfully a few internet videos also made
an appearance; in the dead of night and with the door double locked. Which all
told her how to give Wally what he so desperately needed. Unlike their earlier
makout session, or the hand job however, there was a strange duality that her
mind had to process from these sources. He wanted this, and he wanted her, but
he didn't seem too keen on her copying the raunchier scenes and ideas that were
floating around in his head. In the end, her mind interpreted this as 'proper
for her' specifically.
It took only a moment for her to decipher these apparently conflicting signals,
but drawing more from his fantasies and daydreams that featured her with less
inspiration from his 'viewed sources' seemed to be the key. Sucking, licking,
kissing, running her tongue along him, all of that was fine so long at her
attention remained on his shaft, and that was more than enough for her to work
with.
Another aspect of humanity she'd neglected to include with her disguise was a
gag reflex, a rather fortunate oversight which made the act all the more
pleasurable for the both of them. While still strange, and a bit uncomfortable
for her jaw, the swollen head resting on the back of her tongue pushed in and
out of her throat with relative ease, her lips insuring the sensitive skin
never made contact with her teeth. Even when he neared the back of her throat
she simply allowed it, doing her best to lick and suck until the need for air
demanded her to surface and draw her lovely red lips along his shaft and up to
the ridge of his helmet, only to descend once more and continue the rhythmic
bobbing of her head while her hands continued to massage his thighs.
It helped, of course, that she could feel the pleasure she was giving him. Even
more so now that they'd gotten so close. Even if her wants and needs weren't
being shared between them while performing oral, the novelty of sex would see
her continuing if only to experience what this pressure between her legs would
lead to. It was insufferable, all consuming, and nagged at her as stubbornly as
anything she'd ever felt. This day included. What's more, at a basic level she
was aware of the fact that these feelings she was experiencing were not just a
reflection from Wally, but a response to him.
They remained like this for a good while, the sounds of his hissing and
groaning met by her moaning, sucking and licking, with the occasional pop.
Wally had no desire for her to rush, wanting this wonderful dream to last as
long as possible, and M'gann couldn't have gone any faster even if she'd wanted
to. With every passing second their thoughts and feelings grew more and more in
tune with the others, synergizing to the same wavelength until they couldn't be
distinguished anymore. What had started with a few key similarities, shared
needs, wants and desires had continued to grow as their minds and subconscious
were able to find more and more connections and similarities, building onto
each other and reinforcing each thread to make it stronger, weaving and winding
their consciences around the pillars both shared between them as individuals to
help support those that one side did not. In particular, the focus and
cornerstone of their bonding, on which set the point for them to reach, seemed
to build around the simple sensation of pleasure and emotion of need.
During his leisurely enjoyment of the redheaded martian quite literally
showering his aching member with her affection, in the back of Wally's mind he
willed himself not to fire off too early. To that effect, M'gann was always
prepared for the inevitable burst of semen whenever he was near release,
slowing just before he reached the point of no return, even removing her lips
entirely if he got too close. Repeated again and again, the need for release
was beginning to encroach over everything else. Until it was the only thing
left in Wally's mind.
M'gann was very much in the same position herself. She wasn't actually
compelled to have an orgasm; they'd progressed enough that she couldn't even
tell her own body from Wally's anymore. They were still separate, but as one
mind living through two sets of senses. No, her need was similar, but at the
same time extremely different. Like Wally she yearned for completion. Like
Wally, her existence had narrowed down to just the two of them with the
intention of becoming one. The difference lay in just what those things meant
for her.
A fine layer of sweat covered Wally's body, pouring from his sharp features and
warm red hair. Gasping, his fingers balled into the covers, clenching tighter
each time he felt himself approach the edge of release. With her hands
caressing his thighs, M'gann's lips were covered in a mixture of saliva and
precum. The same state as his cock, glistening in the warm lamp light set
beside her table.
"I-I need…"
Wally's thought stopped there; intelligible and cognitive thought becoming ever
fleeting as their minds continued to mingle and merge. It was like his mind was
devolving, becoming more and more basic to make the addition of another's
consciousness that much more easy to transition. Over and over the same
thoughts, the same needs flashed across his psyche, his and hers continuing to
weave together.
'Completion. Complete me. I need to cum. We need to become one.'
The same thoughts, the same desires, the same needs were rising to the
forefront of the two teenage minds, one human, one martian, one male, the other
female. All the while the bond continued to deepen, neither aware of just how
different those same words, those same thoughts, those same needs meant to the
other. At this point however, it no longer mattered.
"M'gann. I need M'gann." More than anything else, this stood out as clear as
hell; the recognition of the girl on top of him and his need to experience her
was as vital to his existence as breathing. With her mouth wrapped around his
cock, she quickly became the center of his world. Where no one and nothing else
could hope to survive.
"Wally, I need Wally." Feeling his need, his desire for her, the raw emotions
surging through him shone as bright as a flare in the deepest cavern. At this
point, he wasn't just vital to her existence, he had become her existence. His
thoughts and emotions focused on her, filled her, and enveloped her until there
was literally nothing left.
More of a series of urges and images, the truth of what Wally craved soon made
itself apparent. The part of Wally's brain that struggled to makes sense of
what was happening likened the process of bonding to the only thing he could
compare it to. He could hear her thoughts; his mind was able to comprehend the
words, but not their meaning, not their context. Feeling her need to be
completed and to accept him into her body, the direction of their actions could
only lead to a single result.
Pulling her lips from his dick, M'gann's brilliant green eyes opened to stare
into Wally's; not once breaking contact even when she once again rose up, this
time onto her knees and moved to place the apex of her thighs above his
throbbing erection. Her body was completely on display before him, an offering,
a sacrifice for him to accept.
"Wally," she breathed his name, nearly as out of breath as he was. Her chest
rose and fell with labored breathing, her generous bosom all but heaving at
this point. Much in the same state as the young man, her own skin glistened
with perspiration, and new found fluids coated the insides of her thighs with a
slightly sticky sheen.
Wally had crafted her body without even realizing it, giving shape and purpose
to what she'd only been allowed to guess at before. As a result, a very
important aspect of her new identity spilled from her crotch in the form of
delicately painted lips framing her sex and glistening with the arousal that
would allow him into her body.
M'gann's desire to become a human girl had just taken a very large leap towards
becoming realized.
Physically, she was as real a girl as anyone would find. A fact Wally got to
appreciate immediately as soon as he felt his twitching head kiss the burning
entrance of her womanhood.
Their eyes remained locked. Not even the end of the world would distract them
from each other at this point.
Many people have said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. So it would
only make sense that the two would bare that aspect of their being before
becoming one. Green on green, they were already a reflection of each other.
Repeating the image of their partner, and themselves until they were all that
ever was.
There were no words when M'gann descended onto Wally's cock. There didn't need
to be. Completely in tune with each other the decision was simply recognized as
right. Allowing both to bask in the filling sensation of accepting another
person into one's self.
Wally gasped, his mouth opened to match M'gann's shocked expression. More than
anything else the heat of her core soaked into his body. Inside of her was like
a fire, molten liquid heat. A prospect that had left her frantic at the start
of the day.
Inch by inch, moment by moment, the length of him disappeared into her. She
moved with a carful tenderness, rocking her hips back and forth to ease him
past the tight folds fluttering around him. Sawing her crotch against his
length, he eventually pressed deeply into her body, reaching far deeper than
anything had ever thought to go.
As if to mirror this connection, the last tendrils of the bond solidified with
the slow sinking of M'gann's body. So that, when her tight green bottom finally
came to rest against Wally's pale thighs, they could both feel the last
remaining aspects of their individual selves disappear; leaving in its place a
whole being.
Feeling her gentle rocking and swaying from where she sat upon him, Wally
erupted into M'gann, the pleasure that pulled them together finally reaching
its peak. It was only because of the desire they both experienced that they
were able to reach the same level of focus necessary for the bond to form in
the first place, leaving them both to relish in the wonderful explosion of
sexual energy that followed.
For the young man, it was very much an orgasm as any other. Albeit quite a few
more times powerful than anything he'd ever been able to manage on his own.
M'gann, however, found herself experiencing something else entirely. A freeness
in herself as well as a need as ancient as her species. Following this
sensation, she allowed her eyes to finally come to a close as her body
descended across his, the swell of her chest once more pressing into his pecs,
her lips followed, settling onto Wally's as though laying claim to him.
She laid on top of him, feeling his body and everything that he was as he
emptied himself inside of her. In perfect sync with the rhythmic pulsing of his
orgasm, she'd lived his every memory, understood his every sensation and now
knew him more than even herself. It was only natural to feel her body begin to
settle around him, losing its defined shape and giving way to that of something
more intangible. And soon enough the figure that was M'gann M'orzz was gone,
leaving only a creeping mass of green bio material that clung to the surface of
Wally's being like a second skin.
Not that he had any idea. Still gasping and moaning, the duration of Wally's
release was prolonged in the moment of bonding. He felt M'gann seeping into his
body but could only feel the pleasure that had brought them so close in the
first place. It was a perfect melding of both mind and spirit, until finally
only a single being lay resting on the bed.
How long this lasted, neither could say. Time ceased to matter in the reality
that was each other. Such as her people were required to do upon completion of
the bond, a piece of her separated from the mass of her body and remained
within him as she began to slowly reform at his side.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, neither had any hope of
remaining awake for the process as it came to its end. Instead, naked and
sated, the two's body naturally sought each other out; the need to be there and
rely on each other simply becoming an aspect of their personalities. Her face
nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped protectively around her,
their hearts beating in perfect sync to the other.
They were something entirely new. A creation of their own making that no world
had ever seen before. And their story was just beginning.
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                                   Chapter 2
Light from an overhead lamp bleeding through the thin membrane of her eyelids,
M'gann's mind was slowly coming back to her. The thick cobwebs clogging her
thoughts made everything seem slow and dizzy, so it was several seconds before
she was even aware enough to stop and question her current situation.
The first thing she noticed was the bed, soft and firm under her back as she
lay sprawled across the cotton fibers. Thinking about the bed itself, an
unnatural fondness for the inanimate object bloomed within her breasts as it
cradled and wrapped her in its comforting embrace. Turning her head, her hair
shifted and splayed across her feather stuffed pillow, still warm and inviting
from her slumbering body heat.
Had she been sleeping? The thought came strangely and almost mirthful, as
though such a thing was even possible. Barring injury or something taking a
great deal of prolonged concentration for her powers she had no need of such
human requirements for another four hundred and fifty odd years. She did like
to pretend on occasion when alone at night and she had the time to wonder about
her friends and their long periods of fleeting consciousness. Smiling, the
thought that she might have actually succeeded played on her humor.
Once her mind was almost fully awake, she performed a careful inspection of her
body just to be sure. Shifting her limbs and rolling her joints nothing flared
up or demanded her attention. Likewise, the mental pounding of a stressed
psyche was also absent, meaning she'd done nothing to warrant any such
hibernation. As far as she could tell there was nothing to worry about.
She rolled back into her bed as though she could fall back into the numbing
embrace. After all, if she'd fallen asleep once she was eager to see if she
could really adopt the human leisure. On her side, her hand reached out to
grasp for more of the warm covers trapped under her body, only to freeze when
instead of feeling a dark cotton comforter her fingers came into contact with
something else entirely.
It was soft, warm, and most importantly, alive; if the obvious breathing her
hand could feel was anything to go by. Her face tightened and her hands moved
to grope the strange texture of what she realized was in fact a human being.
Fast asleep and not ready to change that anytime soon, he simply laid there,
his chest rising and falling peacefully with the even pace of his breath.
That's when she heard a soft hmm escape from his throat. Recognizing the sound,
M'gann couldn't put it off any longer and forced her green orbs to open against
the bright light. Blinded for a brief moment, she eventually blinked the
dancing spots away and stared at the teammate sleeping in her bed.
And that was all she did for the next several minutes. Looking him up and down,
she couldn't fathom how he could have ended up in her bed as he was, much less
why. He had his own bed to sleep in after all; and would have a lot more room
without having to share it with her. Contemplating this there was something
else that didn't seem to fit the picture. And it was only after giving her
friend a long hard look that she noticed the ginger speedster was in fact
completely naked.
Her eyes widened and her head craned back in surprise when she made the
realization. Rather than offended however, curious would have been a more
accurate label for what she felt. When learning about earth culture from her
uncle, he had been quite clear about their tendency, no, obsession with
covering their bodies. Martian's were different in that regard; having no
genitals and little in the way of secondary sexual characteristics their bodies
were as open and freely visible as their minds and thoughts. Because of this,
she found herself somewhat tickled by the idea of finally getting to see just
what it was they were so insistent on keeping hidden.
Still touching Wally's chest, she drew her fingers in random patterns along the
pale freckled skin, paying careful attention to the texture and sensations from
her own hands as they traced along the small waves of his ribs just under the
surface. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the pale pink nubbins standing out
as his nipples atop each of his pectorals. They looked odd and she found
something close to a giggle starting in her throat. She managed to keep it from
growing any further, but her face broke into a fascinated grin. Truly she felt
like she was a small child seeing the surface of her home world for the first
time all over again.
Questions still danced in the back of her mind but she pushed them away, far
too intent with taking advantage of her opportunity to examine her teammate's
body. She was still a little groggy, and knew she should start working out how
this strange situation had come to be. But this was a very rare chance to
closely observe an aspect of humanity her TV sitcoms had certainly refrained
from touching on. And she allowed that impulsive aspect of herself to take full
control.
The first thing that came to mind was the question of just why humans were so
concerned with hiding their bodies. She could understand necessity due to
biological limitations in the case of those living where the weather was less
than hospitable, but this was something that spanned the entire planet, not
just the colder regions. Maybe it was because she didn't fully understand what
it was she was seeing, but M'gann found Wally's body beautiful in a strange and
alien way. Thin and wiry to be sure, but there was no denying the layer of
compact muscles that corded around his lithe form. It created almost a
sculpture effect that few fifteen year old boys could manage. And then of
course, there was that.
A new light came to life in M'gann's eyes when she looked towards the flaccid
tube of flesh between the boy's legs. Facing up, it laid across his toned
stomach, its helmet shaped head just inches from his navel. Appearing to be
soft from what she could tell, at the base of the shaft she could see his
testacies and scrotum which were resting comfortably low between his thighs.
And above it all was a sparse nest of red hair just a few shades darker than
that on his head.
It was a shame, M'gann thought to herself, that human culture revolved so much
around clothing. She had decided rather quickly that their forms were much
lovelier when they could actually be seen.
As if waiting for her to come to these very thoughts, a slight shift in posture
caused her breasts to shift against her chest, which, considering she'd never
had breasts to begin with certainly drew her attention.
Sure enough, looking down she found herself just as naked as her friend. Or
rather her form was currently that of a naked human female. Sure, her default
disguise had what appeared to be a pair breasts, but bereft of clothing she
would have looked like a green human sized Barbie doll. She'd never had the
opportunity to study the human form or learn enough about their surprisingly
complex biology to make anything so detailed. And yet, right in front of her,
err, below her, she could clearly see a perfect set of rounded mounds hanging
from her chest. Right up to a pair of her own nipples standing confidently from
her body.
'Are they… heavier?' Her brow furled at this and sure enough her entire center
of balance was out of whack. For whatever reason, they were larger and far
denser than she remembered making them. In the back of her mind she knew that
breasts were mostly made out of fat cells, only she had no idea what a fat cell
was, despite apparently being able to form them within her body at will. What
on earth had happened the other day?
Her mind was clear enough by this point to at least try and focus. Sitting up
in her bed, she pushed aside the strange combination of mirth and worry that
was slowly shifting more towards the latter. She didn't like her memories being
affected, especially when whatever happened also affected her physical form.
After all, what if what happened were to happen again? And what if this time
her shift wasn't so subtle? What if she reverted completely? Actual fear spiked
through her mind for a moment, clearing away the last of the sleepy fog. Her
face clenched into an expression of concentration as she focused her attention
inward, sifting through her memories looking for an answer.
What was the last thing she remembered? If she was going to recollect what
she'd lost she needed to know where to start. Suddenly, the voices of her
teammates came floating forward, echoing in the core of her mind.
"Me and – here were discussing –." It was feint and choppy, she could hardly
make sense of the words. "We just wanted to know who you'd – if it came to a –
with that –." Artemis' voice came through, but it didn't sound like anything
that pertained to her current situation. Though it did raise one question, just
how much had she forgotten?
'M'gann.'
The voice came from nowhere, almost breaking her concentration. Different from
a memory, the voice actually seemed to be spoken. To her. Almost exactly like
it would have been spoken back on mars.
'God, M'gann.'
This time it was louder, clearer. For a moment she could have sworn it was her
own thought. Thankfully, the form of the thought as well as it's language was
different enough from her own to distinguish it as alien. She couldn't place
it, but it was human, and… it did seem familiar.
'M'gann, right there!'
Louder still, the unmistakable tone of Wally's voice shouted through her mind.
She flinched back from her meditation, green eyes snapping open once more.
Gasping, she turned towards the sleeping boy only to find that he was in fact
still fast asleep. Asleep, and having a particularly pleasant dream if his
smile was anything to go by. Under his eyelids, she could see his eyes darting
around wildly, endlessly glancing around his mind's vision.
Her own eyes narrowed and she stared at him carefully. Wally, as far as she
knew, lacked any form of telepathic abilities. She knew he shared the same
extremely unique perspective as the hero he idolized, and that for many it
could almost appear precognitive in nature, but hyperaccelerated perception and
thought was nothing like telepathy no matter how you looked at it. With this in
mind, it took only a moment for her to connect the dots and realize that she
was actually hearing him dream.
Rather than calm or ease her concerns, it did just the opposite.
Newfound worry flooded her system, this time centered on guilt. It had been an
accident, she hadn't meant to or done it on purpose, but her teammates had made
it very clear how they felt about her just speaking to them through their
minds. As a result she made a constant effort since to refrain from falling
back on what had once been a normal part of her life. A toll to be sure, it
would have been like her asking them to communicate by passing notes to each
other. But fitting in had always been her priority, even if it meant sealing
off what was basically one of her senses.
Feeling the tether connecting their minds and assuming that she must have
slipped up in her slumber; M'gann quickly moved to pull back her mental
tendril. Only to realize…she couldn't.
Touching a person's mind with her own was as physical a thing as touching their
shoulder with her finger. It was a sensation unique to that individual. Well,
she could still very much feel Wally; in everything that made him, him. Trying
to pull back and preserve his privacy, she found the presence of her projected
mind wrapped around his consciousness as though she'd tied it into multiple
complex knots. As a result, there was nothing to stop the flow of thoughts and
images from pouring through. Before it had been like breathing, something that
worked without notice or focus, but the moment she had paid attention to it,
the connection switched from passive to active, his thoughts, becoming her
thoughts.
She saw herself, which was a surprise in of itself. While she wasn't as
oblivious as to mistake his interests in her, for it to be to the point that
she even appeared in his unconscious thoughts? That was more than a little
unexpected, and rather than pull away, her curiosity once again got the better
of her, urging her to look closer at his minds warped perception of herself.
Poised above his face, her eyes were closed while her mouth was stretched open
as it released a series of strange, almost animalistic noises. From grunts and
moans to sighs and airy cries, she was rocking back and forth, moving in and
out of his vision in a way she'd never seen humans move before. This combined
with the overall desirous emotions permeating the drive of Wally's base
consciousness made for a very confused martian.
As his emotions touched her mind, a strange sensation bloomed between her legs,
one startling enough to warn her from staying any longer. She tried again to
pull away, yanking harder this time for all the good it did. She might as well
be trying to lift the back of her shirt to try and carry herself. There was
simply no leverage, nothing to move. Never having encountered anything like
this in her forty eight years of life, the general sense of unease that had
been simmering beneath the surface of her consciousness gave way to fear.
Why couldn't she pull away? Why couldn't she break the connection? Having
already strained herself, she dared not go any further less she risk damaging
either herself or her teammate. The best she could do was direct the added
sensory information towards the back of her mind, compartmentalizing it to
focus the brunt of her mental energy on solving the problem.
Unfortunately, Wally had never been one to be ignored. Even when doing her best
to respect his privacy, his thoughts were as loud as he was and trying to
ignore them was like trying to ignore someone yelling in her ear. It was
demanding, powerful, almost as much as her own thoughts. A startling thought if
ever there was one. What would happen if his conscious grew louder than her own
within her mind? Was that even possible? The longer she sat there the more
questions and concerns she found forming. And without a single answer for her
troubles.
'What was he dreaming about?' Truth be told, she was looking for a distraction
by this point. Anything to stall the building panic that was beginning to
squeeze her throat shut.
Without meaning to, her attention drifted back to his content expression, the
same one that was seemingly growing more pleased with each passing minute.
Then, her eyes shifted lower, distracted by sudden movement. Stifling a gasp,
her eyes widened to find the innocent, even cute, organ she had been admiring
mere minutes ago awake and engorged into another shape altogether.
A pink dusting spread across her cheeks as she stared at the pillar of flesh
almost in disbelief. Still resting against his stomach, it was now much larger,
and redder, making it almost unrecognizable. Uncle J'onn had briefly explained
at one point the mating habits of earth creatures, mammals in particular and
how they differed from those of mars, so she had a good guess at what was
happening even if she didn't understand why.
It was the closest to shapeshifting she'd seen displayed in humans and she
couldn't quite look away. At the same time, the thoughts pouring into her brain
took a turn, becoming clearer and much more vivid. Soon the glimpses and shots
of her moaning face began to animate into a flowing series of images. One that
depicted her… kissing Wally?!
Sure enough, Wally's dream focused quite a bit on her lips moving against his
own. However, unlike in Hello, Megan! where the human custom appeared to be
sweet and affectionate, within the depths of Wally's mind they appeared to be
devouring each other's faces.
Long sensual caresses, their lips opened and closed against each others to
invite the wet smacking of damp flesh. Her red lips settled naturally between
his pale pink pair, her nose nuzzling against his while she drew his bottom lip
between her own, suckling the rough chapped skin as though to heal it. As
shocking as this might have been, none of it was as startling as the sight of
their tongues desperately intertwined as though their lives depended on it.
Sometimes inside his mouth but just as often inside of hers, the twin pink
muscles writhed against each other, both trying to find a way to reach just a
little deeper into the others throat. Eyes widening despite staring into
nothing, her attention was focused solely on the X-rated film playing inside
Wally's mind featuring the two of them. As if that wasn't bad enough, things
only continued to progress as she watched their actions become more and more
physically heated.
Kissing, touching, him touching her specifically, running his hands along her
sides, cupping her bottom and squeezing it being only just the beginning. She
suddenly got a much better view of her newly developed breasts as she watched
her red haired teammate groping them, kissing them, even sucking on them at one
point. The sensation between her legs only continued to grow worse, sending odd
shivers up her spine and down into the lower regions of her belly. She couldn't
look away as the same tongue she'd just seen trying to lick the back of her
throat now circling the dark green peek of her puckered areola.
She stifled a noise in the back of her throat, groaning weekly her eyebrows
drew together wrinkling and creasing her forehead as new sensations started
spreading through her body. Suddenly compelled to fidget, her clasped fists
pressed down against her lap, shifting her soft green thighs and pressing them
together to suppress the building sensations.
The scene changed again and M'gann hated how much her attention focused on the
new image. She'd never felt this way before and had certainly never been so
drawn to such odd behavior. Her subtle request for a distraction seemed to have
come back to bite her, as she could no longer look away.
If she was taken aback by the sight of Wally sucking on her body she certainly
wasn't prepared to see her dream avatar return the favor. Though, rather than
enjoying the flavor of his own chest, her tastes seemed to lie somewhat lower
on his body.
Her face was leveled with his swollen member, the flesh was hard and bulging in
her delicate hands as she pressed it against her own cheek. Wally must have
enjoyed the sight quite a bit because it was some time before the picture
changed again. When it did, M'gann could only stare in bewilderment at the
sight of her own lips parting to accept the swollen red mass of his cock's head
into her mouth.
And she only continued from there. Deeper and deeper into her mouth his length
disappeared until the tip of her green nose came to a stop against his nest of
pubes. Stuffed to capacity, her jaw was stretched widely to accommodate his
girth. Not that she seemed to mind. In fact, opening her eyes to stare up at
Wally, there lay a kind of pleasure that few could claim without chemical aid.
The girl in his dreams loved it, making M'gann wonder if the act could really
bring earth women such pleasure. Unbidden, she couldn't stop her eyes from
slowly tracing towards the same hardness still resting against his belly,
pulsing with the beat of his heart and, unknown to her, matching the same
throbbing that echoed between her own legs.
This… hadn't come up in any of her uncle's talks about earth or its customs.
Nor had she seen anything like it on any of earth's television broadcasts.
However, she couldn't deny the pleasure Wally seemed to derive from the act.
Both inside of his mind and out.
Fast asleep, his body shifted every now and then with his expression clenching
in need. Meanwhile down below his erection beat with the increasing pace of his
heart, twitching with every few beats causing it to bob off of his body. Sweat,
heavy and ripe from the night before it came back to life as newfound
perspiration broke out across his skin leaving M'gann to simply stare and
marvel at what was happening.
She knew that this was something she wasn't meant to see, she couldn't explain
it, but everything about this had a certain feel to it, one that in her mind
screamed of taboo. But even if she was able to look away, there was something
about the image that kept her from doing so. The quality of the picture became
too fresh and sharp, too well defined. As smart as Wally was, his imagination
wasn't that good. He was a thinker, and had an excellent memory, but he had
difficulty actually visualizing something on his own. As someone who lived in
other people's minds it was easy for her to tell the difference. But then, that
could only mean that this wasn't a dream. But rather… a memory.
His hips were starting to roll into the air while an image of herself on top of
him sprang to life. Different from before, she could see his penis, hard and
long, disappearing between her thighs again and again. As if to taunt her, the
pressure she'd been feeling before also increased, creating a phantom pleasure
that she couldn't shrug off. Swallowing against her throat, M'gann anxiously
moved to open her own legs. Sliding her fingers over her stomach and hairless
mound, what she found was like nothing she'd ever imagined.
Folds of skin, intricate and delicate. In her mind she could see the sexual
organs as clearly as though they were right in front of her. Vulva, outer
labia, clitoris, everything. That's when it struck her, that apparently she'd
woken up with a fully functioning female body, one apparently capable of even
having sex with a human.
This was more than just developing breasts, this was quite elaborate and
required a firm understanding of human physiology that she simply didn't
possess.
Unless, did she?
Sure enough, sifting through her memories the raw information was right there
on the surface of her thoughts. Including such things as the stages of sexual
arousal, the various customs that were associated with mating, not to mention a
detailed understanding and map of a female's sexual organs. It was all inside
of her brain, like it had been implanted without her knowledge of how.
Her breaths became shallow, and new found panic took hold of her. Naked in a
bed with her back to her equally nude teammate she curled in on herself,
wrapping her arms around her knees.
Eyes flickering around the room, her brain was moving mountains to try and
reclaim the memories that had been taken from her. Emerald green orbs quickly
locked on a crumpled and stressed book thrown haphazardly to the floor. One
page in particular stood out, a grid of numbered weeks and days were displayed.
There, a single day was circled in bright red marker.
Her breath stopped. It took a few moments for her brain to register what she
was looking at. Then widening, her eyes flashed as her old worries flew out the
window.
'My bonding, I was preparing for my bonding!' The dangers of which were more
than obvious to her in regards to her teammates.
Clenching her eyes, she mentally braced herself against the pain and aching
sensations her uncle had warned her about in the coming months prior to her
joining the team. It was supposed to be overwhelming, all consuming, so that
the individual aspects of her personality would be shed to better accommodate
and attract whoever she found to match her unique self. Most worryingly
however, was that he'd also warned about her powers becoming unstable.
Suddenly the prospect of breasts and the new addition between her legs was much
more frightening. Could this simply be a symptom of that instability? Would she
lose control of her disguise form altogether? The image of her natural self,
white and monstrous by anyone's definition flashed through her mind rendering
the poor girl numb. That's when she remembered the hyperactive, and very fast
boy sleeping right beside her.
He'd tell them all. It wasn't a question, just an aspect of Wally's
personality. If he could be the center of attention Wally would do almost
anything. Perhaps even expose the truth about her origins. Maybe if she talked
to him, told him how important it was to her to keep that part of herself
hidden he would relent. But that was only if she was actually fast enough to
stop him before he ran screaming from the room.
It was a prospect she didn't find all that viable, and was even less desirable.
She clenched her body once again, willing it to keep its shape. Bearing down
against the ensuing transformation, she must have sat there for a good number
of minutes before realizing that her fears were unfounded. In fact, testing her
body, she soon realized that she lacked all of the symptoms she was supposed to
be experiencing.
M'gann found herself feeling relief, as well as a good amount of fear over
this. Better to face the devil you know, and all of that as Wally would put it.
There was no mistaking it however; this was the week she was meant to go
through her bonding period. She even remembered preparing for it. Wait… she
remembered getting ready for it? Then what happened afterword? The gap in her
memory once again grated on her nerves. And feeling a sudden spike of pleasure
from her and Wally's connection most certainly didn't help her attempts at
concentration.
"Ah!" Wally's gasp filled the room. And turning over to sit up, M'gann had a
front row seat to the sight of his ridged manhood growing tense before
releasing a fresh wave of essence across his stomach and groin. She could feel
something similar in her own body, exploding from her crotch carrying such a
physical euphoria that she couldn't quite understand it. It was like all of the
sensations she'd been feeling up to that point came to a head, collecting in
that one moment before flooding into the rest of her body. The building
pressure of his dreams had finally reached its peak, and M'gann was forced to
suffer through the brunt of his release.
The white substance flowed from his tip in powerful bursts. Reaching far at
first, soon the lines of cream lessened till only a few drops leaked from his
tip. At the same time, the vision of his dream also came to an end. An image of
M'gann's body melting before his eyes demanding his thoughts before the
shapeless green mass consumed him entirely.
M'gann flinched, the strength of his mind once again threatening her
individuality. Irritated, and a little embarrassed by her apparent inability to
do something as simple as breathing, she gave a futile tug on their connection
with the equivalent of a mental pout, like a child kicking a brick wall out of
frustration. The similarly brick and mortar like structure of their bond held
fast however. And she was once again forced to wonder as to why their minds
were so deeply intertwined. Glaring at the boy's sweaty face and turning back
towards the discarded calendar, the truth of her situation swept over her like
a foreboding wave.
She repeated the gesture, glancing from the calendar, then towards Wally and
then back again. Doing so several times, each pass simply further emboldened
the truth that she refused to admit. That somehow, in the confusion and stress
of bonding, she'd attached herself to an earthling, a human. And that the
reason she couldn't disconnect their minds was because they were now one and
the same.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head even as she knew she couldn't deny it.
With new found urgency, she willed her mind as far from Wally's as possible, a
vain attempt if ever there was one to erase what had already been done, what
she had done. But it was futile, and eventually even this last feeble attempt
was given up.
"No," she repeated, this time in defeat.
There was no hollow ache in her chest, no notable stress in her abilities or in
keeping her current form. There was nothing that was notably attributed to a
young martian's first bonding. Adding more as evidence was her waking up naked
in bed with her teammate, their minds impossibly linked. So much so that she
could actually feel his pleasure as he dreamed of their night together. And
most incriminating of all, she'd seen herself at the end of his dream, losing
her physical form and molding herself into his body to complete the bond.
The things she'd seen in Wally's dreams, they had actually happened. It wasn't
just some random dream or desire; it had been a replay of the previous night.
They'd mated, which was as close a human could get to the experience of joining
oneself to another for the rest of their life; such as martian would. Unable to
fulfill his end of the experience to the fullest due to his species
limitations, he'd joined her with the only method he could, and had entered her
body just as she'd eventually entered his. Her instincts and memories had
blurred the divide between their species, guiding his body while shepherding
his thoughts in how to participate in the bonding with her. Had this not been
herself and was something she had heard about or read it would have been
astounding for such a thing to be possible. Being that it was her however, she
found no sense of wonder of fascination.
She could see that the live rendition was now over and she could sense that his
higher brain functions were now at rest, meaning if she wished to she was free
to inspect his memories without it interfering with his thoughts or the dream
itself. Which is exactly what she did, human customs and personal wishes be
damned. If they were truly bonded it was just as much her mind and her memories
as they were his. Delving deep into his brain without regard or curtsey she was
on a mission to find the answers she was looking for. Mentally she could feel
the serrated claws of her hands shredding through his mind, through the amassed
collections of memories and knowledge that was and was not her own. Pausing,
her nostrils flared and eyes narrowed, their whitish glow taking on a
distinctive red hue.
Her thoughts and memories had always been neatly organized to make it quick and
easy to search through them. It wasn't exactly the same way most from her world
would, but it was her mind, and her system just worked better for her. That
being said it didn't take long for her to locate the 'foreign' thoughts within.
Massive in scale, it was nonetheless woefully disorganized, only further adding
to her irritation. The memories she was seeking should have been easy to find,
it had only been the previous day after all, but everything was clustered
around words, labels. Humans were primitive, she knew this, but she had no idea
that their ability to remember was equally primitive.
For her memories all she had to do was focus on when they happened, even within
a broad span of time she could quickly narrow down where it was, but with Wally
everything was lumped together by what she could only guess were topics.
It was little wonder the people of earth struggled to remember anything.
Finally she managed to find what she was looking for, mentally scoffing at the
'labels' his mind had attached to the memory.
There she saw herself, out of breath and fidgeting as bad as she'd ever been.
Their altercation in the hallway was filled with a myriad of emotion as he went
from concerned to aroused, to hopeful. The fact that she'd been the one to
place her lips upon his was not lost on her. Nor was she able to ignore the
fact that she'd been the one to drag him into her room.
She watched what followed, sick to her stomach and horrified without the
imposed arousal. It might have been a few months, but she wasn't a newborn, she
could tell the difference between the emotions that were her own from those
that were not. She watched as her body changed and filled as his mind desired.
How she had drank from his knowledge, absorbed it, then alter, from the
consistency of her breasts, molding and forming her new endowments from their
previously generalized state to as they were now, followed by the blossoming
between her legs that quickly conformed in following suit. She watched her
behavior morph to fit his fantasy, becoming lustful and needy. She even watched
her own desires leave her to fulfill that of his own, urging her into opening
herself to him both through her mouth and through her new womanly flesh. All of
which followed a graphic image of her legs spread around his waist with his
entirety forced deep into her body.
It was too much for her to take. Knowing that she'd been bonded to Wally,
seeing the odd and humiliating proof before her very eyes; without meaning to
her mind responded to her rise in temperament by attempting to forcibly remove
the incoming flow of mental energy. Sending a burst of her own power though the
connection. Rather than severing it, the result became a wounding echo that
left both sorely in pain.
Wally's eyes snapped open, his lustful slumber finally ripped away by the
sensation of an ice pick being driven into his brain's core. Scrambling, it
lasted only for a moment leaving a soreness to manage while he floundered for
his surroundings. Even with his enhanced comprehension, it was a moment before
he recognized his nudity; as well as the unfamiliar room, and bed on which he
was lying. A second longer, and he finally found his eyes landing on the naked
body of his green teammate still curled in on herself on the corner of the bed
staring at him with inconsolable horror.
He blinked wildly, rubbing his soft orange locks in an attempt to alleviate the
suddenly pounding headache that was still echoing through his skull. Coughing,
his recollection of the night was much more clear than his friends was, and a
lecherous smile worked its way onto his lips. He took his time admiring her
naked body, starting at the soft green cheeks of her backside and thighs, then
moving up her form until his gaze came to focus on her breasts for a moment,
before finally reaching her face, only to freeze at seeing her expression.
"M'gann?" Sleep was still tugging at his mind, but he responded with fair
clarity. Ignoring the mess he'd made on himself, he immediately moved to see if
something was wrong with his new lover. In the blink of an eye he was crawling
towards her, one hand reaching out only to be locked in place when an
overwhelming command was shouted into his brain.
'Stay back!'
He winced; clutching his head like it had just taken a blow from a hammer. It
was still strange experiencing telepathic communication and the unease it
brought was still as sharp as the first day he'd met the green skinned girl.
His concern dipped a bit to make way for displeasure.
"M'gann, what did we say about-?" but he never got to finish.
'Stop talking!' Her voice screeched inside his head once again. 'Stop thinking!
Just, stop! God, I can… I can hear it. I can see it! Just make it go away!'
Almost too loud for him to understand, Wally's mind struggled to make sense of
what was going on. To the point he almost missed her as she continued. But
clutching his head, more thoughts that very clearly weren't his own started to
pop up.
'No, no please no. I don't want this. This can't be happening. I don't want
this.' More subtle than the mind numbing force that assaulted him before; Wally
quickly figured out that this time he was actually the one reading her mind.
Thoughts that she didn't mean to share with him or broadcast the way she was.
And with those thoughts was carried the undeniable fear that permeated the
young martian's entire being.
Linking minds from an early age, martian's learned to separate the sensation of
external emotion from their own with relative ease. Wally on the other hand was
completely new to the experience, and was thus entirely susceptible to the
confusion of feeling twice the normal amount of emotion. In this strange
setting it was all too easy to give into the sensation, feeling her fear and
taking it for his own. Projecting it back onto her, the single emotion
continued to build until it actually shorted out the connection between them.
It was like getting hit on the funny bone, sharp and tingling. Numb for but a
moment, both were given enough time to untangle themselves from each other and
regain their separate identities. However, mentally weaker when in comparison
to his green teammate, a new sensation in his brain was forced awake from the
stunned connection.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. Another ice pick to the brain, this one didn't go away.
And in fact twisted while Wally struggled to keep his head from splitting open.
Reaching out for his friend, his posture crumpled across the bed into a mass of
twitching pain.
Forgetting their situation for but a moment, M'gann broke from her reverie
watching the redhead fall on his face. Knees tucked under his body, the cords
of his back bunched into a tight knot under the stress. Seeing this, M'gann was
consumed by concern for her partner, as well as the drive to protect him if she
could. Motivated by their connection, she couldn't stop herself from lunging to
his side, kneeling next to the bed she laid a calming hand on his brow,
caressing the length of his sweat dampened locks. Whatever comfort her touch
brought was immediately forgotten at the sound of his loud exclamation of pain.
"W-what's wrong, Wally?" But her stammering went unanswered in the strained
gasps and groaning that fell from his lips. In all her time lamenting the fact
that she'd bonded with a human, she'd never taken into consideration the
possibility that it could hurt him. This oversight continued to plague her as
she watched the boy's condition worsen.
As if the pain wasn't enough, Wally was still stuck dealing with the confusion
of hearing her thoughts and feeling her emotions. As a young teenage male, he'd
often fantasized about what it would be like to read women's minds. Though
compared with reality he quickly decided it wasn't as great as he'd imagined.
Especially when her entire mind was flushed with panic and the image of him
doubled over in pain. But in that panic and concern was also a refuge. And
before he could stop himself he found himself throwing his mind deeper into the
comfort of her consciousness, burrowing deeply within the comforting lull of
her compassion.
The difference was immediate. M'gann could feel the invasion and flinched
accordingly even as she fretted over his twitching shell. Rather than spit him
out like a bad bite of dinner she was forced to accept him and offer what
little comfort she was able to provide, even if it meant exposing even more of
herself in the process.
And it did. His mind slithered up their connection like a serpent piercing her
innermost self. There, he was privy to thoughts and emotions even she couldn't
fully grasp. Especially when faced with caring after him, and what he found…
was not what he'd been expecting.
He could still feel it. Past the pain and past the panic of his own heart, he
could still feel the unbearable emotions lingering in the back of M'gann's
mind. All of which focused on him. More information flooded across his mind,
answers and explanations to his confusion. More and more words etched
themselves, changing to something he could understand, concepts and meanings
translating across language and culture. During the bond her stressed and base
thinking had only been able to offer sparse bare bones meanings, exact and
direct but lacking context and substance. Suddenly, he began to understand, at
least in part, what actually happened the night before. And this news chilled
his heart enough to break it.
She was afraid, so afraid and all because of him. There was no mistaking the
sharp regret that lanced through him like a cold bucket of water. Able to see
the situation through her eyes, it was obvious now what he'd thought had been a
wonderful night for both of them, had been his own indulgence. In fact, if what
she was feeling was anything to go by, it was worse than disappointment.
He'd taken advantage of her without even knowing it. And in a way, this was
even worse than the mind numbing pain forcing him to curl against himself in a
desperate hope for relief. He'd taken advantage of her, and forced her into
something that he still couldn't quite understand. In those final moments
before the darkness of oblivion took him, a kind of ache of his own panged deep
in his chest.
"M'gann!" he gasped, fighting to manage even that much past the now skull
splitting pain, "I'm sorry." With the last of his energy spent he finally
collapsed into the young martian's trembling arms.
Her eyes widened and her heart stopped. Opening her mouth, his apology was
forgotten almost as soon as it was uttered as she struggled to understand what
was going on. All of sudden, his mind had just cut out, and all the pain and
panic disappeared like air in a popped balloon. Leaving only the faintest
impression of consciousness to prove his life was still intact.
M'gann blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden well of urgency inside of
her body. She needed to save him. She needed to make sure he was okay. She
needed to see his eyes open.
'But… what if they didn't?' A small voice in the back of her mind whispered
deviously.
She gasped at the thought and was immediately grateful that Wally wasn't awake
to hear it. And yet, she couldn't deny the part of her that seriously wondered
if she had an option here. After all, this was entirely Wally's fault. She'd
even heard him acknowledge it right to her face. If he hadn't been there, if
his mind hadn't been so compatible than she wouldn't be in this mess. She
wouldn't be bonded at the young age of forty eight, and she'd be free to live
her life with Superboy as she pleased.
And that was the biggest issue. Superboy. She was going to lose him over this.
She was going to lose the perfect boy to make this human life of hers perfect.
If Wally just went away the bond would be broken and she'd be free to live her
life as she pleased. She might not be able to bond again, but she wouldn't be
tethered either.
It wasn't a nice thought, even if it was. Unfortunately, even in this dark
mental state she knew she couldn't cost her teammate his life for her own
selfish reasons. No matter how wonderful a daydream it made.
The compulsion in her body took over and this time she didn't try and resist.
Losing control of her own body, her eyes widened as she moved to stand from the
bed with her hands outstretched towards his prone form. His body began to
levitate with little to no strain on her mind. Turning towards the door with
her face set into a grim expression, she prepared herself for the fallout that
would no doubt follow. But like it or not, she'd been bonded to Wally and it
was her responsibility to protect him when he needed her. Just as she had when
his unconscious and prone form had been left to drown in the pool on their last
mission, her body moved on its own.
Without a second thought, she stepped towards the door.
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***** Chapter 3 *****
A/N: Okay everyone, here is the next chapter. I hope your excited to because
this is actually one of my favorites that I’ve gotten to write for this
commission. Please be sure to comment and follow after you finished. And, as
always, enjoy.
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                                   Chapter 3
The weight of Wally's body barely even registered against the strength of
M'gann's mind. She used her powers of telekinesis to fly after all, so carrying
him was no more difficult than carrying a box of cereal. Levitating at waist
height off the floor, his face was still lax, appearing calm if not for the
thick film of sweat covering him brought on by the pain induced bout of
seizures he'd just suffered. That very same attack was also the reason her
newly minted mental connection was filling her with the unquenchable drive to
keep him safe.
M'gann, now completely controlled by this base instinct, rushed towards the
door and nearly forced the metal shutters apart when they didn't open fast
enough. Passing through the gap, an image of the infirmary surfaced above the
fog of panic. But preparing to pick up speed, her face slammed into a very
solid and very much green slate of what her instincts registered as a large
male's chest.
Her first impulse was to attack, surpassingly enough. Her father's white
martian blood flowed strongly through her veins, but never before had she
allowed its short tempered and volatile tendency to take over her common sense.
And yet, when faced with an obstacle, a potentially dangerous one at that,
while her mate was still in such a critical state, the overwhelming notion of
violence being the first and only solution consumed her in a way that would
have terrified her had she known she was even capable of such emotion before.
She needed to protect him. She needed to take him someplace safe. Even if that
meant literally going through whoever dared to try and stop her. Thankfully,
before she could allow the building psychic force she'd been preparing to lash
out against this stranger, a familiar voice echoed through her consciousness,
snapping her higher thinking from its dormant state and pulling it back into
the forefront of her mind, recalling a semblance of the girl behind the martian
instinct.
"M'gann!" it thundered through her brain and echoed across walls that didn't
really exist. The shock forced her back, flinching and flustering her eyes
while at the same moment a pair of firm hands clamped down around her forearms
keeping her still. Before she could start to feel trapped the voice continued
in that same all-consuming tone while taking form and shape of her
memories. "Be at peace. You are safe. Family, M'gann. Protection. Home." The
words and thought memories came with a wave of comfort that washed over her
frayed nerves like a soothing balm until finally her green eyes widened,
recognizing the man she had nearly torn through.
For Wally, of all people.
"Uncle J'onn?" she gasped, nearly losing her levitation. Sure enough, the adult
martian stood vigil in front of her door as stone faced as ever. Seeing her
open expression, the usually reserved man allowed kindness to leek through as
well as a fair amount of concern. M'gann felt all of this and basked in the
familiar tone of a martian mind within her own. Savoring the connection for all
the comfort it brought, the familiarity of his presence and voice in her mind
was enough to calm her still raw instincts.
"You are well?" he asked. And staring into the alien red eyes, M'gann opened
her lips but nothing came out.
"No?" she managed finally, smiling despite a distinct lack of humor. The
realization she'd bonded to a human had put the young woman under an
understandably large amount of stress. Since the very moment understanding had
dawned upon her she felt like she had been alone, abandoned, isolated in a way
that could never be explained. Her fears over the truth getting out were still
gnawing at her soul, while confusion and outright grief over knowing her
perfect dream was now forever out of reach threatened to crush her, though she
weathered it as well as she could. But now, with her face pressed against her
beloved uncle's strong form, she finally felt like she was in a place where she
would be safe enough that she could break down. Rather than answer the question
on his face, M'gann just pressed hers into his chest and took comfort in his
presence, and wished with all her heart that he could have been there just a
few hours early.
In fact, now that she thought about it, why was he here?
"What are you doing here?" she asked, not accusingly or offensively, but
honestly confused as it seemed like quiet the coincidence for him to be here of
all places, now of all times. In answer, the older martian just looked at her
before slowly turning his gaze towards the prone boy hovering just a few feet
behind his niece.
"You were concerned about your time of bonding when we last spoke. I wanted to
be sure you were safe." The statement hung between the two, and M'gann felt her
brow draw together in a narrow wrinkle.
"You… you were here? But, wait-," she stopped short, trying and failing to
understand what her uncle was saying. Because, to her, it sounded like he'd
been close enough to stop the connection, and had instead stayed back to let it
happen. But that couldn't be right. Right? "If you were here then- why didn't
you stop this from happening?!" she gasped the question. But J'onn replied with
a calm even tone.
"I did not interfere because you would not allow me to interfere," was his
answer. One that threatened to slap the young woman across her face. "When I
arrived, your minds were already deeply intertwined with one another, to the
point it would be impossible to reverse," he explained in a careful and
measured tone. When he continued however, there was a distinctly unusual hue to
his thoughts and the form of his words, one that M'gann recognized but had
never felt before from him. "Passing the threshold of your den also proved to
be…impossible, even for myself." It was both an admission and question that
formed from his mind, with an undercurrent of awe and
embarrassment. "Do not underestimate the power with which the bond exerts. I
was… surprised by its intensity, and am embarrassed to say caught off guard.
Your bonding progressed quite quickly, abnormally so."
M'gann's face pinched into a special expression of displeasure. It was bad
enough knowing that she'd bonded with a human, and a boy she didn't care about
at that. But now she was hearing that the bond had gone unexpectedly well? What
did that say about her? What did that say about him? She'd experienced the
inside of his mind and if her uncle was saying that they were
actually compatible in some way… she forced the line of thought from her mind.
J'onn, still connected to his niece, could feel the emotions and thoughts
slipping though her mind as though she were speaking each out loud. Privacy was
something of an unusual thing for their people, but even they had certain
social norms, layers of thought that it was considered rude to notice or pay
attention to. Apparently his niece had fallen into the human tradition of
believing that all thought was private, otherwise she would have remembered to
layer such things under an old memory. That slip of hers aside, to say he was
disappointed would have been an understatement, especially as Wally continued
to float there, not even mentioned by the young woman despite being in some
clear state of danger. The readiness M'gann had displayed in attacking him had
been proof enough of that. However, the conscious desireto protect her bondmate
was nowhere in sight. In fact, scanning her thoughts, she didn't even
seem concerned about her teammate. J'onn frowned, unable to help himself.
The experience of finding your bondmate was meant to be a joyous one. The day
that two young martians found the other half of themselves their most precious
memory.
His own mate came to mind. Never in his life had he felt greater happiness than
the day she had chosen him, just as he'd never experienced more pain than the
moment he'd lost her and their children. The bond was… it was a treasure, one
that is to be cherished for so long as it may last. Yet M'gann seemed all too
ready to forget about her partner after having only just found him. Silent for
a handful of moments he finally spoke up, hesitation in his tone with a hint of
accusation coloring it.
"You were in a hurry, is all well with you and yours?" At hearing the familiar
yet alien term being addressed to her M'gann paused in confusion, before
finally gasping in recollection. She turned towards the boy, shame finally
tinging the edge of her consciousness. But even then it was tainted somewhat by
her uncle, and the knowledge that he knew she'd forgotten about Wally. It had
taken the customary term for 'you' that was referring to both she and her
bondmate to remind her of what she had been doing in the first place. Even if
she refused to acknowledge their bond, he was still her teammate, and that at
least deserved a bit of concern.
With M'gann's mind back on the boy, her memories of the events leading up to
her bonding also rose to the surface. J'onn watched all of this, the mating,
the actual moment of melding, as well as what occurred this morning after she
woke. Unfortunately, whatever emotions he was supposed to feel upon
understanding that his niece had mated with another species was pushed aside
once he saw young Wallace double over in pain.
Looking at him now, unconscious and perfectly still, it was easy to assume that
the issue was far less pressing than it seemed. But now he could
actually taste the pain he'd experienced through M'gann's memory, and he knew
the situation could actually be quite serious. Without missing a beat he
immediately moved past his niece to take a closer look at the young man.
M'gann made room for him quickly, feeling a nervous edge of concern in her
uncle's thoughts. Feeling the shift and change in his presence she found
herself compelled to try and explain. "I don't know what happened. One second
he was fine and the next it was like I could feel his brain melting." Recalling
the pain that had passed through their connection the young woman shook the
memories away. Unlike humans, martians had the dubious distinction of sensory
memory, a two edged sword if there ever was one. "I-Is this- I mean, you don't
think I did this, right?"
The fact remained that no one really knew what the repercussions were when a
martian bonded outside of their own species. To her knowledge,
martians rarely reached out to others. Even her own parentage, with her green
mother and white father was considered drastically outlandish. Well, at least
next time she visited home people would have something else to murmur about
behind her back for a change.
Lucky her.
Unaware of the exact circumstances at hand, years of thinking on his feet
allowed the full-fledged superhero to take control of the situation. Long ago
he had learned how to duplicate the Man of Steels heightened senses and unique
ocular structures, both of which proved quite useful when tending to and
examining the injured. "He is stable," J'onn answered with no small amount of
relief. M'gann's expression matched his tone, breaking into a wide eyed
sigh. "We still need to be sure nothing was damaged while you were joined.
Human's… are not as malleable as we are, and their bodies do not react well to
foreign masses." Applying his own powers, J'onn took control of the boy and led
him into the hallway. Soon he and M'gann began a carful, but brisk pace towards
the infirmary.
They moved in relative silence, whistling through the air as it streamed past
them. M'gann remained trapped by her emotions, trying and failing to make sense
of how things could have ended up like they had, literally the worst possible
outcome she could even imagine. Disappointment, regret, loss, anger, fear, even
despair plagued her mind. Feeling and hearing these emotions, the worry gnawing
at J'onns conscious returned as it became ever more clear that M'gann was
anything and everything but happy.
Part of him was admittedly upset by this fact. He only ever wished for M'gann's
happiness, which left him feeling sad over the lack of joy in her heart on what
should have been a happy occasion. And yet, another part of him had to
acknowledge that it was her own actions that had resulted in her current
emotional state. She wasn't even willing to give this a chance if her current
focus was any indication. She refused to even consider Wally as her missing
piece, when it was her subconscious mind that had chosen him and deemed him as
the one fit for her. Wally on the other hand, for all his poor decision making
and flaws, had no real understanding of the situation, and thus no idea of what
he was getting into when he accepted her. It was a mess, clear and simple, and
it would not be corrected anytime soon.
Proof of the young man's impetuous nature continued to stare J'onn in the face
as he glanced towards M'gann's… interesting form. It was not unheard of or even
unusual for a bondmate's form to change due to the subconscious thoughts of
their partner. He recalled an experience with his mate, when her family learned
that his sister had bonded to a white martian and showed a…definite degree of
displeasure, his form reflected her displeasure…at them, and made quite clear
they and their opinions were as unwelcome as they were unshared. But this
was…different, and truth be told the scientist within him was curious as to how
such a thing had taken place, not to mention how it even could. M'gann's
memories had been too quick, too erratic to get a clear understanding. Finally
the older martian broke the silence, bringing attention to her appearance.
"You mated with him" he stated, not a question as he knew the answer. Through
their connection she had been able to feel an anxious tension building with
each second. Something was bothering him, bugging him, and had him curious, so
she'd been anticipating something, but certainly not that. The fact that he had
said 'mated', rather than 'bonded' stuck out to M'gann, whose mind immediately
recalled the lustful and carnal images Wally's mind had shown her. The light
green color of her cheeks darkened momentarily as her eyes widened with shame.
"I-," she stopped short, not really sure what she could say to such a
statement. "I don't know what happened!" she finally swore, almost in defense.
Then, in a more hesitant tone continued, "How… how did you know?" Because if
he'd been outside the door listening as it had happened… ugh, no forget Wally,
she would just have to drift away into deep space and be done with all of this.
"Your form," he answered, once again glancing at the particular shape her body
had shifted into. M'gann, blinking, followed his gaze to see that her new
breasts and naked body were still very much as visible as they had been when
she awoke earlier. Maybe she'd absorbed more of the human culture than she'd
originally thought, because in that moment she felt she could understand the
embarrassment of exposing one's body.
"You didn't notice?" he questioned, honestly curious. And she hadn't. But now
it was all she could focus on.
The other day, the strain of her bond had affected her shape in a way that made
what was essentially a free and flowing shell to harbor her mind, much more
solid. She'd never really cared much about how it was presented, no more than
an earth woman would care about her toothbrush. But something about this shape
unsettled her, mostly because she hadn't chosen it herself she realized. And to
make matters even more complicated, when she tried to revert back into her old
costumed form she found an odd tugging sensation that had never been there
before.
In the past, changing her body in any way had always felt like molding in
space. Complete freedom with a few personal exceptions such as mass and an
inability to duplicate male forms. And yet now, even as the white color of her
shirt and blue of her skirt came into being, there was a sense of gravity that
was pulling her shape back into what it had been. Overcoming it wasn't hard,
just annoying. And considering the rest of the stress she'd been forced to deal
with just that morning, it really did feel like the straw that broke the
camel's back.
Her uncle noticed the slightly longer rate of change in her appearance, though
it was so insignificant that a human wouldn't have noticed it. The only reason
he had was due to the time he had spent training her personally as a child. Of
more interest in his mind however was the fact that while she had shifted to
her clothed state, her appearance itself remained unchanged otherwise. Either
she didn't care, which he doubted, or more likely, she wasn't even aware of the
difference. Rather than draw more attention to the poor girl he set the matter
aside for a later time.
M'gann for her part fell silent, her face set in a frown even as the infirmary
came into view and she watched Wally's prone form settle onto the MRI. Staring
down at him, helpless, possibly in danger, it was all she could do to keep from
lashing out. As much as she wanted to hate him, the emotion refused to surface.
Yet another product of the bond she didn't want, yet another aspect of her life
she would have to learn to live with.
J'onn, seemed to understand what he was doing, operating the consoles and
bringing the machine to life at a moderate hum. M'gann was left to watch,
shuffling awkwardly and glancing toward her uncle while rubbing one hand across
her forearm. She could feel something like disapproval soaking into her
thoughts, possibly even disappointment, but she didn't dare voice her
confusion. Having grown so used to the silence, or perhaps so focused on it,
M'gann couldn't help but startle when it was finally broken.
Between the three of them, Wally was the last person either martian expected to
speak up. But sure enough, while still fast asleep, the calm mask of utter
oblivion had slipped from his features, which were now clenched as a slow groan
escaped his lips. J'onn, apparently finished with his preparations moved with
purpose towards an adjoining room where he would control and read over whatever
the machine discovered.
"M'gann," he started, "Wally is likely to wake soon, and he will no doubt have
many questions. I suggest you gather the rest of your team while I finish
scanning your bonded. In my experience it is best to discuss these things with
those affected at once rather than to allow suspicion and confusion to have a
chance to grow." But rather than nod her head or rush off to do as she was
instructed, M'gann remained floating in place, a hesitant, even pained
expression flittering across her face. J'onn stopped, staring for a moment
before M'gann finally voiced her concerns.
"It's just…" she paused, more nervous than ever considering how her uncle had
been acting so far. And something told her he was going to like this
even less, "I was thinking- I mean, I just think it would make more sense to…
not tell them?" the last three words tilted up in tone. When J'onn didn't
respond, the same ominous calm fixed over his face, and she continued in a
rush. "I mean, it's not like this will change anything, right? It was just a
mistake! A total accident. It doesn't mean anything, and they might not
understand that."
Superboy might not understand that, went unsaid.
"It's going to be hard enough explaining everything to Wally, and I was really
hoping that everyone could just maybe not know about this…or if they ever found
out they could just…forget?" she finished with a large and dramatic sigh, as
though the bond was simply an illness that she had resigned herself to live
with.
J'onn listened to his nieces words and felt a weight settle on his shoulders.
What she was saying, 'accident', 'it was a mistake', 'forget about it', it was…
horrible. There was really no other word to describe it.
"I am… disappointed in you, M'gann," J'onn finally answered, his reply nothing
short of a rebuke, one that seemed to slap the young woman in the face as she
continued to stare in open mouthed pain and disbelief.
It hurt him too, to say these things, but they needed to be said. All morning
he'd listened to her, watched and felt her emotions like an open book, and not
for a single moment had he sensed even a hint of the joy that should come with
this experience, no curiosity or even the most remote sense of interest.
The bonding process itself was extremely painful for female martians as their
telepathic powers grew and developed beyond their physical body's capacity to
withstand the strain. To survive the transition into adulthood they required a
bondmate, a second mind that could help bear the immense pressure without
endangering their control. Because this merging affected their very
individuality, the subconscious mind was very particular in who it deemed
suitable. Only those who's thinking, motives, desires and goals were similar
and in their best interests would be considered, and from those, only the best
was chosen.
Generally speaking, close friends and associates were the ones more often than
not that ended up being bonded, but not in every case. Sometimes the most
compatible individual was a complete stranger, especially when there were
extreme circumstances involved as in the case of M'gann's mother. Even then
however, it didn't change the fact that the individual chosen, was the most
compatible option possible that could be reached. In the event that no fitting
match could be found, the body would halt its development and go into a short
period of regression until the next solar cycle. That singular fact being the
reason he was so disappointed in his niece.
She had found someone to fit her other half. She was whole, in mind and body. A
sensation that not only relieved a pain she never knew existed because, as with
all martians, it had been a part of her since birth; but also a much greater
sense of consciousness and awareness than could be explained or understood by
anyone who had not experience it. M'gann however, was so caught up in her… in
her fantasy life on earth, that she was too blind to even acknowledge the gift
Wally had given her. Had she truly fallen so far? No… the better question was,
had she truly been pushed so far, and by her own people? Of course he knew the
answer.
"The bond in not an accident," he intoned, a certain edge cutting through his
normally level voice to echo the weight. "Neither is it something you can
simply pretend never happened. It, along with the one chosen, are to be honored
and cherished. To do less is an insult to our family and culture." He paused
for a moment, turning away from her to stare towards the floor, a frown
deepening the chiseled grooves of his face. "We are a long lived people M'gann.
Do not be so prepared to walk your path alone when some are not given the
blessing to choose."
M'gann was ashamed, embarrassed, and hurt; she couldn't stop herself from
flinching at the chastising tone and presence of her uncle within her mind. As
if the day hadn't been hard enough, now she had to deal with the fact that she
was disappointing one of the people she cared about most. Even worse, she had
disrespected the memory of his bondmate. However, rather than accept what he
was saying, her emotions reared up, lashing out as her only defense. Her face
crumpled, becoming petulant and terse, and her tone became that of a small
child many, many years younger.
"But he's not even a martian!" she reminded him. "How can that even count? You
said it yourself, he'll be lucky to live as long as I've been alive. That's not
a bondmate, that's a pet. If he's just going to die in a few years than why
should I let it affect my life now?" The words burned her mind as they formed,
though she only felt their true sting when she was finished. Taking a step
back, she swallowed against her throat meeting the cold stare of the older
martian, then immediately turned her eyes towards her feet in shame.
"O-Okay, that was harsh. But-," and she sighed, "Can't you see we're just too
different? He's a human and I'm a martian. We aren't meant to be together. Not…
not like this."
J'onn was quite for some time, and in those seconds the ashamed glean in his
eyes lessened, becoming almost tender as he stared at his young niece. When
M'gann dared glance up, she feared the worst, but instead was treated with a
smile. Sad and melancholy, but a smile all the same. J'onn sighed only once
before turning back towards the console to run another series of scans on
Wally.
"You… sound remarkably like your mother, right about at your age." For the
second time that day, whatever M'gann had been expecting to hear, it hadn't
been that. J'onn continued without pause.
"Did you think it was easy for her, discovering she had bonded with a white
martian, with your father? At first all she could do was look at their
differences, at all the reasons that they could never truly become one being."
His fingers danced across the console, light tapping and beeps sounding in the
background. "But, with enough time, she was able to remember something very
important. That there is a reason we cherish the bond so dearly. Because it,
even more than ourselves, understand what we are, and what we are not, and what
we need to become complete. My sister chose your father for a reason; the bond
chose your father for a reason, even when everything else argued against it.
Because together they were the best and worst of each other. Two beings made
one."
This time he did look at her, staring deeply into her low and defeated
posture. "You may not see it now, and you may not understand why this has
happened, but you are the one who chose Wally. You recognized him as your other
half. And that is not something you can simply run away from, or ignore."
He glanced back at the console as the machine in which Wally lay began to
churn, slowly drawing its many sensors up and down his body while drawing him
into the large metal tube. "As you said," he countered, "human lifetimes pass
us by in a blink of an eye. I can only hope that by the time you realize the
gift you have been given, you have not looked away for too long." And with
that, his presence left her mind silent, purposefully turning the brunt of his
attention on the young man in need of his help. Even his mental connection to
his niece was cut short, severing the direct supply of confusion, hurt, and
indignation storming through her mind.
With nothing else, M'gann was almost happy to get out of the room, even if it
meant summoning her entire team for what would be the most embarrassing moment
of her life. Unfortunately, even distance didn't stop what her uncle had said
from following her, an ever present whisper, nagging yet earnest in its desire
to lead her. That only made her unyielding stance all the more frustrating.
Regardless of whatever her uncle said, M'gann was not going to change her mind.
The bond might mean something on mars, but this was earth. She was on earth,
and that meant she didn't have to put up with all the, oh so wonderful
traditions she'd learned to loath back home. Here, she didn't have to be a
martian. Here, she could just be Megan. She was Megan. And Megan didn't have to
deal with alien biological voodoo deciding who she was going to spend a large
portion of her life with. No, because Megan's life was perfect. And her life
was going to be perfect.
Floating down the hall, her fists tightened into balls at her sides. A new
sensation of resolve flood through her, stubbornly stomping down everything
else, anything that didn't fit her sitcom life.
'Perfect.'
Having finished his assuring the young team that Wally was not currently in any
form of danger; Martian Manhunter scanned the faces of the assembled teenagers,
searching for any signs that might be a cause for concern. Facing the adjoined
room where their teammate was still lying in the large machine as it continued
to run additional scans, Robin was the first to turn around; his normally
playful and mischievous expression set in a serious tone. The rest of the team
soon joined him until the older martian was faced with a collection of mixed
concern and trepidation.
"Wait," the young leader in training blinked, trying to wrap his head around
everything the alien had just said, "This doesn't make any sense. You said
M'gann bonded with Wally, what does that even mean? And why him? They might not
be at each other's throats, but…" Idly his eyes glanced towards the girl in
question, standing anxiously beside her uncle. Notably she was the only
one not standing with the group of teens. Knowing she was being addressed in a
passive way, she still refused to meet his gaze, staring purposefully at the
floor with a pinched expression just as she had since they arrived.
Soon many of the other young heroes added to this sentiment, as well as voicing
their own questions on the matter. This in of itself was a relief; curiosity
was always better than anger and it meant there was already a possibility of
acceptance among them. J'onn continued with the same soothing tone he always
used to calm any furls of unease that might already be spreading.
"You must understand," the martian started, doing his best to convey the
importance of what he was trying to explain, "the bonding is not a choice, it
is biological in nature, not emotional or psychological, and is as much a
compulsion for us as breathing is to you." Pausing he realized that there
actually was a much easier way to explain the situation largely thanks to the
age of those he was addressing. "It is not dissimilar to a stage of puberty or
to be more accurate, adolescence." Feeling his niece's unease color in his
mind, he braced a hand against her back, comforting her, but also placing her
as the focus of the group's attention. As much as she might want to hide from
what was happening, she was the center of everything that was going on, and the
sooner she accepted what had come to pass the easier it would be for the both
of them.
"Unlike humans, martians are born as only half a being, incomplete and lacking
the ability to continue growing beyond our formative stage. Without the proper
mental or physical fortitude, our bodies would be incapable of withstanding the
additional strain of continued development. To correct this deficiency, when a
martian female approaches maturity she is driven to find a bondmate of the
opposite sex who best completes her biological and mental individuality, who
she in turn completes the same aspects of." Though he was not actively probing
their minds, he could tell from their reactions that he was, at bare minimum
not confusing them. Seeing that they were still following, he continued. "Once
a match is discovered, their physical forms merge, becoming one complete being
for a short time to allow the missing genetic sequences to restructure
properly. Upon completion they separate into complete selves, leaving a piece
within the other as a permanent telepathic sensory connection."
For several long moments, what felt like years to the younger martian, her team
remained silent as they digested what they had been told. Well, most of them
anyways.
"And that's what's hurting Wally? Because he's human?" Robin all but demanded.
His concern for his friend was clear in his tone, but underneath the fear was a
certain hint of fascination the scientist in him could not deny. Martian
Manhunter simply nodded.
"Was hurting him," J'onn corrected. "After scanning him I was able to locate a
foreign mass located between the cerebrum and corpus callosum. His body was…
ill equipped to handle such a strain and attacked it accordingly."
"But not anymore? You were actually able to remove something like that?" If
Robin sounded shocked, it's because he was. Removing what was basically a tumor
from the center of a person's brain was no small task, even with their advanced
technology. But J'onn shook his head, fighting to keep a disapproving frown
from forming by reminding himself that Robin was young and had no understanding
of just what he was suggesting.
"Such a thing is not done," he said firmly. Though, catching Robin flinch back
ever so slightly, the older martian realized he might not have shielded himself
as well as he should have. "You have no reason to be concerned; I simply meant
the mass is no longer regarded as foreign." He wanted to move away from the
subject, but Robin wasn't quite so ready to believe him, forcing J'onn to
continue with some of the more…private aspects of the bond he wished to avoid
if possible.
"I already mentioned the telepathic connection, but I am afraid it runs a bit
deeper than that. This is not simple telepathy as you understand. It is a
complete melding of the mind, for nearly all of senses as well as memory, sans
what would threaten to overwhelm either half." He took a deep breath, knowing
his niece was not going to appreciate this particular part being put out there
for the others to say the least. Were it not for the severity of the situation
however he wouldn't have even considered doing so.
"After bonding, the separate individual wants become the whole's wants. What
the one needs, the other provides at any level. As soon as the fragment from
M'gann understood it was harmful to Wally it altered itself so it could
integrate with his system as it would had he been a martian. It is no longer
regarded as foreign because it has become another part of Wally's brain, almost
indistinguishable if one wasn't aware of it. To even attempt removing it would
cause it to react as though Wally himself was being threatened because it is a
part of Wally, Wally is a part of it." Leveling his gaze with the Boy Wonder,
he put it as simply as he could to dissuade any thoughts he might be having on
the subject.
"Subconsciously it will react to protect itself and the whole just as any
bonded would to the conscious needs or desires of the other, down to a cellular
level."
"Cellular level?" Robin gaped, "wait, were you saying they can actually change
each other just by thinking about it? Physically?"
Instead of J'onn, Artemis was the one to answer that question. Her tone dry and
sarcastic as always whenever Wally was involved despite the otherwise tense
atmosphere. "Well that explains M'gann's 'enhancements'," the blonde archer
cracked with a nod in the other girl's direction. Between her choice of weapon
and enjoyment of advanced gymnastics her observation skills had always been
sharp, they had to be for her to keep track of where she was and what was
around her when she flipped and dove from rooftops with a grapple arrow. So the
moment she had seen the green skinned youth she noticed the striking physical
differences from the previous day. Sure, she had thought the martian was
attractive before, but now…staring at the pronounced curve of M'gann's breasts
still swollen beneath her outfit, Artemis was quickly changing her opinion from
'attractive' to 'sexy'.
Despite themselves the boy's couldn't help but take notice of what their
teammate had pointed out to them, confirming that she was certainly more…robust
than the day before. It was nothing overly dramatic; at least, it didn't look
like she was smuggling a pair of watermelons or anything so silly as that. But
on her short frame and coupled with her young face she did come off as very,
very blessed to anyone that glanced her way, as well as an early bloomer, with
a chest that drew on her shoulders and hips that she didn't quite know what to
do with.
M'gann, feeling the attention on her body, flushed a warm color. It seemed,
despite her best efforts, that Wally's intentions from the night before
remained stubborn. Just clothing herself had proven difficult after her uncle
brought her attention to her then bare form. It wasn't until just now that she
even noticed her body had refused to shrink back to its lithe shape when she
shifted back to her earth form. Finally, she moved to wrap herself in her cape,
when her body started to cooperate with her will. Her hips and most of her
other curves reacted quicker, but it was her breasts that had been more
noticeable as they shrank back to their previous modest size, dissolving the
spell that had even drawn Artemis' gaze for the handful of seconds it lasted.
The room followed with a bout of awkward shuffling and an embarrassed cough
from more than one blushing boy.
First, just trying to form her clothing had been difficult enough, but then
this? It was like she was trying to relearn how to use her powers all over
again, only instead of it being nearly impossible to retain any specific shape,
she was finding it all but impossible to alter her shape!
"Well, Wally always has been a boob guy…" Robin added, breaking the awkward
air. Though, he seemed more exasperated than amused in the way he shook his
head. This somewhat lifted the strain that had been drawing on the room's mood,
even earning a small smile from Aqualad. This moment of peace was made even
brighter when Wally's own voice joined the mix, tired and a little confused,
but awake and alert as anyone waking up in the infirmary could be expected to
be.
"Sooo… not gonna die then? That's good news, wouldn't want to disappoint the
girls since school just started…" And immediately the room spun to look at him,
smiles lifting their faces.
"Wally!" Robin was the first to cheer, followed quickly by the dark skinned
merman.
"It is good to see you awake." The trio had grown rather close since Speedy had
chosen not to join the team, and more than a little protective of each other as
a result.
"Speaking of," Artemis smirked, "how much of that did you catch, exactly?"
Wally blinked, needing a moment to take in the room and the fact that he was
still very naked in front of his entire team. A towel had been laid across his
lap to protect his modesty, but otherwise he was completely exposed. He
clutched the cloth against his crotch ever so slightly, naturally doing his
best to hide the organ while rising to sit up. Unfortunately this resulted in a
loud and resounding *thump* as his head bonked against the inside of the
machine.
A round of chuckles rose up despite his condition, and continued as his long
groan of pain echoed through the rooms speakers.
Artemis couldn't help but send a smirking glance towards the frowning green
girl still stuck to her uncle's side. "Now I know what it is you see in him,"
her lips spread into a loud grin. Still new the team, the blonde Asian had no
idea of the intricacies that were at play here or the dynamics between them.
What was meant to be a playful, even endearing comment set M'gann's frown even
deeper against her face. The martian all but glared in her direction, earning a
shocked realization, and slow turn back to the window to break the awkward
scene.
Wally rubbed his head, blinking as he tried to answer the question. "Um, for a
while?" he guessed but really didn't know. He remembered the pain inside of his
head worse than the time he ran into a steel wall trying to trigger his phasing
vibration, he remembered waking up inside the MRI, and he remembered voices
talking from a faraway place. Some of it had been veiled, but towards the end
he'd been able to make more and more sense of what he was hearing. At least
enough to overhear that somehow, for some reason he had been bonded the girl of
his dreams, seemingly for life. "At least enough to hear J'onn's explanation."
"But um," he paused, not sure if he should really ask the question on his mind.
Finally, taking solace in the fact that he was still hidden in the bowels of
the machine, he just said what he had been wondering while doing his best to
make sense of everything J'onn had been saying. "So, a-are you saying M'gann
and me are like… married now, or something? I don't really know much about your
culture, so if I'm being offensive or insensitive just, tell me before I make
too much of an ass of myself, but it really sounds like that was what you were
saying."
The room fell dead silent at that. Most turned to look at J'onn, Robin
especially sporting a single raised brow, but none were more anxious than
Wally, trapped and unable to see the slight surprise spreading across J'onn's
face before he schooled his expression into one that was more thoughtful in
nature. Of the many things he expected or suspected to hear from Wallace about
the situation, that had not been among any of those he considered most likely,
or, at all.
Being familiar with earth customs and traditions, it was easy to see the
similarities between the two despite the vast differences in circumstances. One
was purely biological, there was no choice in the matter, while the other was
psychological and the result of mutual choice. That however, was ignoring the
concept of arranged marriages. It was a very thought provoking question, and
showed a depth of understanding and insight he honestly never would have
expected from the young redhead. That being said, the older martian summarized
his thoughts.
"You are bonded for the remainder of your lives. It is unbreakable in life and
ends only with death, honored by my people and treated as though the two beings
have joined together as one." When nobody said a thing, simply blinking at him
in wide stares, he continued, "Yes. I suppose by human concept and
understanding this would be considered marriage." Finally the room reacted,
surprise by most except for the two individuals mentioned.
Wally in particular wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond. If he was
honest with himself, he couldn't deny that part of him was very happy with this
news. He liked M'gann. A lot. And to hear he was suddenly bound to her for the
rest of their natural lives, well, that should have given him pause, but it
didn't.
He tried to think about it, about being married at the crippling old age of
fourteen. He tried to think about a life with M'gann, and all he found was a
smile spreading his features. Suddenly he thanked any god that was listening
that nobody could see his face, because if Robin, or even worse, Artemis could
see the grin on his face he would never live it down.
Unfortunately for him, the bride in this equation wasn't nearly as joyous. If
anything, hearing her uncle compare their situation to marriage only soured the
exchange even more than it already was in her mind. She knew all about
marriage, planned for her marriage, dreamed of her marriage since arriving on
earth, only to have it and her dream groom ripped away before it could ever
become a reality. And Wally's unbridled joy only made her even more bitter by
the minute.
Even if she couldn't see him, she could feel the absolute joy radiating from
his being at that moment, which only made it even easier to hate him for
getting them into this situation in the first place.
Almost nervously, she dared to lift her gaze and look towards the object of her
affections, but if she was looking for comfort from Superboy of all people, she
really didn't know him as well as she liked to believe.
Out of everyone in the room he seemed to be taking this news the worst, but not
for the reasons M'gann might have hoped.
Hearing Wally had been hurt had actually affected him more than the rest of the
team, even Robin who had known him the longest. Despite only having known the
ginger haired boy a few weeks, Wally had been there when he woke up for the
first time. He'd helped him escape from Cadmus so he could live his own life.
He'd opened up his home to him and given him a place to live until the League
decided to give the team their chance and their own base. He'd been there to
help him through finding his place in the world, even if his advice wasn't
always… well, good. Superboy had actually grown pretty attached to the small
group of teenagers since his awakening, and Wally especially thanks to his
having been there to support him and guide him to the best of his abilities
every step of the way. Not that his gruff outer shell would ever let this show.
M'gann was… different though. Truth be told he didn't really know what to make
of her. Since waking up everything seemed so bright and vivid to the
hypersensitive and underdeveloped conception of his reality. She was his
teammate, and he considered her for the most part to be an ally. Though she had
not been part of the group who freed him or helped him adjust, combined with
having known her only longer than Artemis she was still more of an unknown than
a companion. Part of him was disappointed by this development however.
She confused him, more often than not. She was pleasant, he could say that,
helpful even, and always there when he felt he was at his lowest. But at the
same time she always felt different than the rest of the team in a way he
couldn't explain. And if he felt clueless before, oh boy, now he wasn't sure if
anything made sense.
M'gann's abilities had always been a very touchy subject for him, his time in
Cadmus giving him a distinct loathing for anything that could invade ones
thoughts, his only sanctuary. Telepathy, he drew a fine line in the sand when
it came to it and its use because of the practical and tactical advantages it
presented. He knew that was far from her only ability however, though she had
never actually taken the time to fully explain much beyond her shapeshifting.
Now that he had seen them up close, now that he could see what she was capable
of… it scared him. She scared him, whereas before she seemed like the only
person who he could always turn to, the only other real outsider on the team.
Glancing at the green skinned girl one more time, Superboy was the first to
move towards the hall and away from the gaggle of gossiping teenagers, leaving
the poor teenage girl to stare after him, wide eyed, hurt, and grasping for any
way to reach out and stop him. If only to try and explain in her own words what
had happened. Moving to intercept the muscle bound clone of a kryptonian, her
uncle's hand, comforting before, now tightened to keep her in place. She didn't
even have time to argue before the object of her affection was gone, the metal
door's shutters sliding closed behind him as he disappeared.
M'gann watched her crush turn away, feeling an ominous weight settle in her
stomach at the resigned dismissal in his coal black eyes. She couldn't know for
sure, not without reaching into his mind, but something about his posture, in
the way he'd looked at her didn't sit well with her. The thought that she might
lose him was like a dagger to the heart.
They were meant to be together, she'd known it the moment she settled her eyes
on his dark cropped hair, firm jaw, and broad features. He looked so much
like him, the perfect Conner to her Megan. He was a little rough around the
edges to be sure, but it wasn't anything that she couldn't work through given
enough time. But now, he was acting almost as though he was…afraid of her.
Why did she have to born a martian? Why did this have to happen now of all
times? Rather than cry out at the unfairness of it all, she internalized the
deep and negative emotions rolling in her mind, practically choking her and
Wally's connection with all the hate she had been building towards him since
this had happened.
Said redhead was oblivious to the wave of unease about to be sent in his
direction. Doing his best to rein in his expression, his heart was still
singing even as the bed he laid on began to slowly withdraw from the bulk of
the machine. First his feet, then his legs, when his head finally cleared the
dangerous roof of metal he didn't hesitate to sit up and grin at the wall of
well-wishers staring at him from the other room. It was strange, but he could
almost…feel their relief and joy. No, feel wasn't right, but neither would
saying he could see it be accurate either. Taste maybe? There was a…shade, a
tone, a flavor that was more of a color than anything else he could explain
coming from his friends that surrounded him. At least, until he felt 'it'.
It spread slowly throughout his conscious and being, like a drop of ink
slipping through a cold glass of water. Eventually he was able to make sense of
the dark emotions building in the back of his mind, tainting his good mood
enough to draw the joyous expression from his face.
Blinking rapidly, he started to panic until J'onn's words resurfaced. He'd said
that both of them, but more Wally than M'gann would feel strange emotions, ones
that didn't seem to fit. That… that he would be able to feel what M'gann was
feeling.
The explanation was reassuring, but it didn't explain the unadulterated and
undiluted venom he could feel poisoning his mind. He blinked against it, trying
not to make even more of scene in front of his team and friends. But J'onn,
ever watchful seemed to realize what was happening, and as much as he wanted to
intervene, knew he would not be around to aid the two every time there was such
an occurrence. They needed to learn to live with each other, actually with each
other. This life was no longer their own anymore, they themselves were no
longer individuals, but halves of a single entity.
"Everyone," he spoke, calling the attention of the team. "I'm sure Wally
appreciates your concern, and I wish to thank you for your understanding, but I
believe it would be best to give M'gann and Wally a few moments to themselves.
They have… much to discuss." He imparted this last sentence, staring pointedly
at his still glowering niece. She didn't even acknowledge the subtle jab, even
as the rest of her team began to file back into the rest of the base, until
finally she was alone with her uncle and the boy who had ruined her life.
"Speak with each other," J'onn instructed, standing off to the side as the two
teenagers stared at each other. M'gann's face was twisted into something too
close to glare, while Wally seemed pinned by the anger behind the sweet girl's
form. "The bond allows you to share much, but understanding, that can only be
achieved so long as you both strive towards the same goal. Trust in each other,
and trust in yourself." With that he left them, moving out towards the hall
where he would find Red Tornado and Black Canary to catch them up on the
situation. Leaving a fuming teenage girl, and poor Wally frozen on the end of
her rage, still doing his best to clutch the small towel against his naked
groin.
He coughed awkwardly. "So… was it good for you…?"
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A/N: Okay, there was chapter three. If you enjoyed it and want to see where the
story is going feel free to leave a review and follow. Otherwise I hope to see
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***** Chapter 4 *****
A/N: Here’s another chapter. This story’s developing in some interesting ways
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                                   Chapter 4
Throughout his young life, Wally had come to realize that there had been quite
a few moments where silence would have helped him out far more than his smart
mouth would. If he had a nickel for every time he'd heard the phrase uttered,
or exclaimed, "Shut up, Wally," well, let's just say he'd have his own Batcave.
Wally cave? Eh, some kind of cave.
Prone to babble, especially when nervous, his unnatural speed only accented his
natural gift for gab. Suffice to say, you'd think a guy whose mind process
thoughts and information at a thousand times the speed of the average teenage
boy would learn when to just shut his mouth. You would think…
The silence between the speedster and the alien stretched as time flowed,
neither really knowing what to say. The pale ginger's attempt at breaking the
ice had all but floundered, met with M'gann's cold glare. Which was made even
worse by the tar black emotions still bubbling in the back of Wally's
consciousness. A new and even somewhat disturbing sensation that he was still
struggling with to be honest. And yet, even that didn't stand out as the most
uncomfortable aspect of this meeting. Swallowing nervously, his hands tightened
around the towel still wrapped around his hips unable to block out the
distinctly chilly breeze that flowed underneath.
He coughed nervously.
"Sooooo…" his second attempt at conversation started as well as the first.
Rather than take the bait, M'gann's eyes narrowed, a lidded expression that
just blinked. Against her crossed arms and arched hips, she was striking a
particularly hostile pose. But Wally was forced to continue, nevertheless.
"So," he repeated himself, a humorless puff of laugher passing through his
sigh. His expression dropped, finally acknowledging the… less than favorable
position both of them had stumbled into. "I guess I should at least try and say
that I know things might not have developed how you were hoping, or how I was
expecting it to. But, um, I just want you to know that I am… really going to
try and be a good… wait. What did J'onn call it? Bondmate! Yea, that. Um, I
mean I don't really understand what that means yet, but I'm gonna work really
hard!" And finally, his nervous grin evolved into the familiar smile his sharp
features normally sported.
Even with the limited amount of time he'd had to understand what had happened
the previous night, Wally's outlook on everything was surprisingly positive.
Although, it might not be that surprising when one followed his line of
reasoning. Yes it had been part of some weird, alien puberty but he'd still had
sex for the first time! Possibly even the first of many, considering he'd been
bonded for life to this cute redhead. The fact that it was M'gann who this had
happened with certainly didn't hurt his mood. And he knew, if he'd needed to
bond with someone, he was happy it could be with such a sweetie!
That is, of course, not to say he only saw this as a good thing. Getting
married at fifteen was certainly not what he had in mind waking up that
morning, or the morning prior. And he certainly wasn't looking forward to being
the one to tell his mom. And of course there was the whole, head splitting pain
as his body adapted to the M'gann shaped tumor she'd left behind in the center
of his brain. What that meant for him and his body, he still didn't really
understand. At least, not past the new telepathic, or was it empathic abilities
he'd suddenly inherited. After all, a girlfriend that could read his every
thought? Talk about dangerous. Wait, did that mean she could hear this? Wait,
did that mean she'd heard him think about sex?!
His smile faltered as his expression shifted to stare and try and see if she
allowed any indication towards his inner monolog. But, other than her already
icy glare, it wasn't easy to get a read on the young woman. At least, nothing
that denoted anything other than her being pissed. Both relieved, and
disappointed, Wally was forced to put the subject of his privacy to the side
and focus on establishing something close to an amicable relationship between
them both. Because otherwise, it was going to be a long, long lifetime.
"Look, I get it. Okay? I'm not your first choice. And that… kinda sucks. For
both of us. But if what your uncle said was right, than it seems like both of
us are going to be stuck together for a pretty long time. So, doesn't it make
more sense to try and, I don't know, make the best out of an awkward and kinda
embarrassing situation?" He held up his hands, almost shrugging despite the
hope clear on his features. He forced himself to meet her gaze, actually
feeling the anger rolling off of her mind.
"There's so much about this bond thing I don't even understand yet. There's so
much about you I don't understand yet," his tone took on a hint of underlying
excitement. "So, please, if there's anything you want to tell me, or for me to
tell you that let's talk. I can't say I'll always be perfect, but I promise
that I'll always do my best to never let you down!" Sealing the oath with a
wide smile, the young man waited for M'gann's answer. And in his naivety, he
actually thought she might answer his understanding efforts. That he would
start to feel the icy blackness throbbing against his brain lessen, or shift
towards something more pleasant. All of these hopes would quickly dashed in the
following seconds.
M'gann didn't answer for some time, feeling her anger actually increase as she
stared into his boyish, charming features. In the limited privacy of her mind
she allowed the rolling darkness to churn, building and building until the
pressure threatened to lash out on its own accord. Rather than smile, she found
her narrowed eyes narrowing further still, as her white martian blood surged
up; eliminating the logical DNA of her mother to instead demand retribution for
the affront created against her by her own biology.
"My first choice?" the three words started already hard against her lips, as
though meant to be thrown at the boy before her. The questioning lilt did
little to soften the blow. And Wally could only stare as she prepared to
continue. "No, no you were not my first choice." Wally's hopeful expression
quickly wilted.
What, did he think she was supposed to be touched by his attempts to reach out?
Did he think that she would be grateful for him taking the first step? If
anything it only made her that much angrier. Of course he would be eager to
make the most out of the situation. She could actually feel the… the bliss
radiating off of him just at the thought. He was actually happy by what had
happened. Well, if he thought that she was just going to roll over and spend
the next eighty years of her life playing the perfect girlfriend for his
perverted fantasy then he had another thing coming.
"Nor were you the second. Or the third, fourth, fifth, or even sixth." She put
on a mocking display of thoughtfulness, although the edge in her stare made it
clear this was only part of her display. "Why, I would say when it comes to the
person who I wanted to bond my physical form with, you, Wally West, are in fact
my very last choice." Her glare returned, all the more spiteful for it. But
M'gann's seething silence had finally boiled over. And she wasn't about to stop
the flood of righteous indignation her uncle had all but forced her to keep at
bay. He and Wally wanted her to share? Oh, she would share…
Her foot lifted, stepping toward the ginger haired boy without fear. Already
feeling particularly vulnerable in his single layer of covering, Wally's wide
eyes only expanded further as she started her assent. Thoughtlessly floating
off the ground while pressing closer and closer against his retreating form.
His back meeting a wall, it was all he could to stare up at her looming,
shadowed expression and keep from running right then and there.
M'gann continued right where she left off, her tone no calmer, taking a kind of
satisfaction from the fear she could taste through their connection. Replacing
the nervous excitement that had grated against her nerves like telepathic
sandpaper.
"And let me correct something for you right now before you start making even
more assumptions. The bond? Isn't for life. It's for your life. Which, lucky
for me is actually quite short. And probably the only good thing about this
entire ordeal. From where I'm standing, this isn't a relationship. This is a
waiting game until you die, and I'm free." As if her words weren't blunt enough
her height rose another inch and she moved in close enough for Wally to feel
the gentle heat rolling through her uniform. He swallowed against the back of
his throat.
"I'm only going to tell you this once. I am not your girlfriend. I am not your
wife. I am not your anything. What I am, is cursed to suffer through your dumb
thoughts for the next few decades. And that is it. If you don't like that, feel
free to keep looking for a girlfriend, because you can be sure I am not about
to lose out on my future being stuck with you!" Her eyes flashed red with that
last part, and Wally could almost swear he felt a small wave of force flair out
from her body. In an instant she pulled away, leaving him to stare as she
floated across the floor back and forth, effectively pacing while she did her
best to calm her racing emotions. In fact he could feel them. Even more
strongly than before. Just as dark, but now hot as they boiled in a mess of
anger and resentment. Despite himself, Wally couldn't help feeling her emotions
somehow bleed into his own. He found himself actually feeling insulted by the
barrage of insults and accusations the female martian had sent his way. In a
flash, his hurt expression hardened to anger, he took a single purposeful step
in the girl's direction before speaking his own thoughts on the matter.
"Hey!" he started, more than ready to stand up for himself. "What's your
problem? Why are you taking everything out on me? I didn't plan this. I didn't
even know about this stupid bond thing until a few minutes ago. After waking up
from a coma YOUR stupid biology put me into, might I add? And let's not forget,
it was you that picked me. You're the one who crashed into me, then up and
carried me all the way to your room. I was just going along with what was
happening." M'gann's answer to his complaints was to turn, once again glad to
have a focus to unleash her temper against.
M'gann listened to Wally talk and a small part of her could even acknowledge
that he did have some points. Unfortunately for the earthling, she didn't care
about whom or what was right. She just wanted to be angry. To have something to
yell at for the unfairness that was her life.
She was forced back by his logic, though only for a moment. Returning just as
quickly, her cheeks were a few shades darker as she fought to refute his
indignation. "Y-yea? Well, um, well you should have known something was wrong
with me!" she returned, only too eager to place even more blame against the
young man.
Wally blinked, almost like he didn't understand. But the floating, irate young
woman continued to fill him in. "Yes! That's right. Obviously I wasn't behaving
normally. But you didn't even think to try and stop me. All you cared about
was… was boobs. And me touching your gross… dick. And sex!" Each time she
paused, almost as though she were struggling for the right phrase. But to her
surprise, the human labels came easily. Yet another influence of experiencing
Wally's life through her own mind.
Were it any other day, she would have been ecstatic to have such access to a
modern teenage outlook. Instead, she was too busy taking satisfaction from the
downright shamed expression that evolved from the anger that had just been
present. Soon, even his eyes were forced to glance towards the ground, allowing
M'gann to feel even more righteous in her outrage. Wally, for his part, could
only reflect on the past night, reflect and wonder if the green skinned girl
was right about his selfish exploitation of her odd alien nature. And what he
found… didn't exactly refute what M'gann had said.
Was she right? Should he have known that something was wrong? Was this all
really his fault?
He tried to think back to the evening in the hallway, fresh out of the shower
and in a world with just about a thousand times less complications he's
suddenly in when BAM, he's on the floor with a panting M'gann draped over his
naked body. He could still feel the way she'd clung to him, almost desperately
in hindsight. At the time he'd been a little too worried about accidentally
flashing her when… when she'd kissed him. Out of nowhere and with little to no
provocation. The start of a frown began to make its way across his expression
as he continued to think about how everything had developed from there.
He kissed her back. Not that she'd given him much of an option at the time,
almost crushing her mouth against his. Of course at the time he hadn't been
complaining. Quite the opposite really. After all, this was M'gann! He'd been
too caught up by the fact she was acting interested in him to pay attention to
anything else. Which… now that he thought about it… oh…
Guilt flashed across his face. Eyes wide and lips pinched together. M'gann…
M'gann was right. She had been acting weird. But he hadn't even pretended to
care. He hadn't even tried to stop her from bringing him into her room or
taking off her clothes. When he finally lifted his head to look towards the
girl in question, M'gann's proud expression finally shifted. Unsure of how to
take the sudden pain on his face.
"You… you're right." He accepted the blame. Much to M'gann's chagrin. "I… took
advantage of you when you were sick. And now you're stuck with someone you
don't…" love, care about, want. All of which seemed acceptable. In the end, he
finally just ended with, "I'm sorry…"
When she'd lashed out, the last thing she had expected was to hear him agree or
accept the blame. Neither did she want that. She wanted to keep fighting. She
wanted to keep yelling at him. She wanted… She wanted break things! But staring
into the sad green eyes of her bondmate, suddenly… all she wanted was to be
left alone. Suddenly all of that fire that been burning her from the inside out
was quenched. Leaving her cold and hollow. With an expression to match.
"Whatever," she sighed, doing her best to dismiss the cloud that had settled
over him. As well as her part in placing it there. It didn't help that she
could feel his guilt, which only increased as he continued replaying his
memories of that night. She watched as far as her lips settling around his
girth before interrupting, desperate for anything but another reminder of their
night's activities. They had talked enough and it was time for her to make her
escape.
"Look, you want to make the best of this situation?" she asked rhetorically.
But Wally's face shot up immediately, nodding in affirmation. Almost desperate
for a way to ease the guilt she had all but forced upon him. M'gann ignored his
enthusiasm, continuing in the same tired, bored tone. "Then let's just agree to
stay away from each other, alright?" she continued seeing Wally's shocked
expression.
"No, the bond can't be broken. But that doesn't mean we have to spend time
together. You asked how you can be the best bondmate you can be? Well, being a
bondmate means you always do what your partner needs most. No matter what. And
what I need is for you to just leave me alone."
Understanding appeared, albeit begrudgingly. But as much as Wally would have
liked to argue, his own conscience wouldn't allow it. His only option was to
nod, forcing his gaze towards the floor as M'gann's started towards the door.
"Oh, and do me a favor and try and keep your perverted thoughts to a minimum?"
she ignored the suddenly flustered intake of breath, along with his wide eyed
expression. "It's bad enough I've had to live through your internet history.
Remember, when it comes to your thoughts, I have to hear and see them. All of
them." She actually shivered in distaste. Having personally witnessed each and
every one of his memories it positively astounded her how much of his life was
spent looking at naked women. A hobby she did not share.
Wally hardly noticed her walking towards the door, doing his best to get over
the fact his crush had seen him thinking about porn. She even knew what porn
he'd looked at. There wasn't a safe search in the entire world that could hide
his shame. If only he'd known at the time an alien babe would be able to rifle
through his mind like a filing cabinet someday. Actually… he probably still
wouldn't have cared even if he had.
A smile managed to tug at his lips, the first honest expression of amusement
he'd managed since waking up in the CAT scanner. But it was doomed to die a
short death. And, allowing a thought to surface, a look of horror quickly took
its place.
M'gann was reaching for the door when it hit her, what felt like a brick wall
of fear and panic rose up while the ground beneath her opened into a bottomless
pit. The emotions threatened to scramble her own thoughts with their strength,
a prospect that only fed more disarray into the swirling maelstrom forced upon
her. Her heart actually skipped a beat while her breath was cut short. She
couldn't even make sense of it, its source or what could have caused Wally to
sudden explode with such worry. All she could do was turn to face him, while at
the same time resisting the instinctual urge to try and heal or protect the
ginger haired fifteen year old from whatever might be causing his distress.
She barely caught a glance of his figure before it vanished, blurring from
existence. Shock and fear blossomed within her own heart as her lips parted in
a silent gasp. But that next moment his freckled features reappeared, mere
inches from herself. The sudden proximity was startling, but not so much as
the… pleasant sensation his presence inspired in her chest. Before she could
think to stomp it down or otherwise refuse the biological response, Wally's
hands grabbed at her upper arms, locking them in an iron grip.
And that's when her world flipped on its head.
Things like momentum and equilibrium ceased to exist as Wally pulled her into
the Speedforce. The actual trip couldn't have lasted even a full second and yet
the sensation of her body and limbs being yanked and jerked in every direction
at once was all too clear as she tried to hang on. What could have caused Wally
to suddenly behave so strangely, she couldn't say. But she intended to find
out.
It took another moment for the girl to even realize that they had stopped. And
yet another still to recognize the new room in which they both stood.
Thankfully, the mess of soda cans, junk food and gregarious posters of scantily
clad woman made it that much easier to figure he had carried her off to his own
room inside the base. An irritating parallel to her own actions that she
did not appreciate in the least.
"Wally, what the heck are you-?"
"You have to stay out of my mind!" he cut her irritated bark off before it
could start, the same aura of panic and fear permeating his entire form. M'gann
blinked, and tried to take a step back only to find a firm metal wall halting
her progress.
Wally's thin frame threatened her personal space while his emotions were
continuing to thoughtlessly bear against her psyche. Another shift along the
balls of her feet and she was forced to glance down and see his hands still
clutching the bony surface of her shoulders against the hard wall. At the same
time she couldn't ignore how close his face was, nearly pressed against hers,
enough that she could feel his warm breath against her lips while his wide eyes
stared into hers, that same manic gleam keeping him from realizing how
precarious their position was.
Were this anywhere else, with anyone else, M'gann would know to feel put off by
the complete disregard of her personal space. Especially considering what had
happened between them just the other night, as well as the young man's interest
in her. But any doubts towards his intentions were completely obliterated by
the panic from before as it continued, no, escalated. And yet, daring to
actually pay attention to the stream of information pouring from his mind into
hears all she could pick out was a constant string of repeated words, "Don't
think about it. Don't think about it, don't think about," as though he'd
created some sort of wall from allowing her to look closer. At least, not
without actively trying. And as though he could tell or feel what she was
doing, Wally's panicked eyes widened still before calming down as he redoubled
his concentration.
"I MEAN IT!" he all but demanded, yelling at her quite possibly for the first
time in the short span they had known each other. But now was not the time for
pleasantries. Not when he could very well be putting her in danger.
He… knew things. Secrets that had been entrusted to him that, if revealed,
could put many, many of his loved ones in danger. Robin had trusted him with
his secret identity. And from that he had easily figured out the identity of
Batman. Information even the senior founders of the league were still denied,
no doubt thanks to the older billionaire's paranoid tendencies. If she found
out, it would only be a matter of minutes before J'onn was aware. And after
that who knew what would happen? And it would all be his fault…
Thinking about it, his already gaunt expression paled even further. "Please,"
he begged, begged! "M'gann, you can't look too closely. Y-you just can't!"
Unfortunately for him, M'gann was tired of his weird behavior. Frowning once
again, she grabbed the hand on her shoulders and didn't hesitate to push him
away with her superior strenght. Not even flinching despite the lack of
response to his pleas.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, more than usual anyway, but you're a
little late." Her eyes narrowed, feeling his emotions spike. "I already have
all your memories. Every. Single. One. And trust me, no one's more disturbed by
that fact than me." A huff of air blew out of her nose and she moved to cross
her arms over her chest thinking he was talking about some of his…less than
typical interest. "Jeez, you really think I care about any of that?" But when
he didn't answer, M'gann's curiosity and annoyance over the entire situation
finally urged her to give into the bond's pull.
His pain was her pain. His fear was her fear. All so that she could better help
him through whatever situation or obstacle required her help. Even something as
small as this, she could feel her mind edging towards his, demanding that she
swallow his consciousness into hers to find the source of his problem. But what
she found… god, he really is an idiot.
She groaned, long and exasperated. Not to mention disappointed. To think all of
this was over something so… trivial. But then, it was an accurate
representation of their whole relationship. With a tired expression she made to
explain, "Wally, I was already know that Batman is Bruce Wayne."
The words echoed through Wally's mind. The walls around them were thick enough
not to worry, but even still her uncle had made her promise to never speak
those words out loud before revealing his friend's identity.
To say he was shocked would be an understatement. He'd experienced her mental
voice once already and the experience had been less than pleasant. Even now he
felt a shiver run along his brainstem, a part of his body he couldn't ever
remember consciously being aware of. And yet, while alien, he couldn't deny the
sensation of her presence in his mind was less panic inducing as it had been
before. Allowing him to focus and gape at the words she'd spoken. And yet, even
at the speed his brain processed information, it was a full second before he
was able to answer. Actual anger managing to arise past his usual friendly
disposition. His face settled in a deep frown.
"And just how long have you poking around in people's heads?" he all but
demanded. Cultural differences were one thing, but did she seriously think that
reading people's memories like that was okay? The very idea disturbed him.
M'gann's response to his accusation was a roll of her eyes. Followed by a warm
sigh.
"Honestly! What is with you humans and your minds? You think they are way more
interesting than they actually are." She shifted on her feet, turning her gaze
away. "I learned from my uncle, okay? Before I came here… he thought it would
be a good idea to share our minds, to let me learn from his time on earth and
to help speed up the transition into another world." She'd had 'Hello, Megan!'
of course but John had been quick to discredit it as being rather…outdated, and
even then highly inaccurate for the period. It wasn't until actually getting
here that she'd learned how different the real world was compared of her
favorite sitcom.
"He also said it would be a good idea to learn how to be part of the team. Once
we're older of course. To know how everyone fights, how they react together and
individually, so when we actually get in a fight I'll be able to work with
them." It was logical, and obviously an advantage. But at the moment Wally was
much more worried about another piece of information she had let drop…
"Hold on, your uncle just… told you the entire League's secret identities?" the
accusation was clear in his tone. One that M'gann didn't appreciate. "Did
Batman even give his permission or does he let everyone on mars know?!" his
expression settled into something of a glare, and M'gann could feel the anger
radiating off of him. Rather than grow sheepish, his heated mindset only proved
to fuel her own, letting her own temper rise.
She sighed hotly, "God, what is with you humans and your secrets already! I've
only been here a month and it seems like the only thing you people do is try
and find new ways to hide parts of yourselves from each other! Secret bases,
secret identities, secret alliances, a secret team that goes on secret
missions! Is there anything humans actually tell each other? The fact that your
kind has been able to advance, no-! Exist-! Is nothing short of divine
intervention."
"Do you want to know what kind of secrets we have on mars? Huh? None! At all.
We live constantly inside each other's minds. Experiencing the good, bad and
horrible that each individual is capable of at their worst and best. That's
what it means to be united. That's what it means to be part of a whole. Of
something larger than yourselves. Maybe if the League wasn't so worried about
keeping their faces hidden your world might manage to go a week without some
kind of threat or weapon appearing that almost destroys it!"
Hearing her back talk, Wally's cheeks flushed behind his pale skin and
freckles. Did she really have to bring species into this? But, whatever. This
anger… it actually felt kind of good. And he had a bit more to get off of his
chest before he let his 'wife' have the last word. Ha, what a great honeymoon…
"News flash, we don't telepathy!" his eyes widened mockingly, as though the
idea was somehow revolutionary. "Okay? We can't always know who's dangerous or
who we can trust. All these secrets? They are to protect people, usually people
we care about. Can you even imagine what would happen to his company if he was
found out? And that's if the government didn't try anything first. He's
responsible for thousands of lives that work under and for him. Not to mention
Robin. Maybe on mars, you can know right away when someone is planning to hurt
you. But here, we have to be careful. We have to be cautious. We actually need
to develop something called trust. A concept your people don't seem to
understand at all by the sound of things."
M'gann's glare never broke contact even as her thoughts continued with no small
amount of snark, almost as though she was trying to get a rise out of him, "And
I forgot to mention paranoid…" but when it didn't happen and his challenging
gaze continued unhindered, her irritation mounted a second time. And she found
the words coming forth of their own volition. Freely speaking her mind, so to
speak, as she would have on her own planet.
"I don't understand how anyone can live like this. My uncle especially. You…
you don't know better. This has been your life from the start. But for me, ever
since I arrived on this planet all I've felt was trapped. Like I've had to
watch every little thing I say and do, like… like I'm being tied down in
shackles! And this team of ours, where everyone gets along soooo well. It's
made it even worse!" God, at least up on the Watch Tower she was free use her
powers and to talk normally. The adults hadn't minded. It's why she'd been
stupid enough to think her new team would be the same. Instead the first thing
they did after meeting her was yell at her for doing something she'd known her
entire life…
The news came with a somewhat calming effect, as Wally was forced to recognize
the trials the green alien had gone through on his world. Looking at her, all
cute and bubbly, it was easy to forget she had her own culture. Her own way of
living that was drastically different from his own. No, it was easier to let
himself believe she was happy playing the human. That she enjoyed it, instead
of the obvious need to please those around her and to fit in, as all teenagers
faced to some degree. Just like that, he was facing another mouthful of guilt.
Which again urged him to remember what had started this entire argument.
Her words played in his head for a moment, only for a select piece of
information to stand out. Losing his glare and irritation, instead his posture
had become more awkward and passive. Even still, he forced his gaze to look up
through his lashes as he spoke, "Wait so, that means he already knows you
know?" M'gann didn't have to ask who he was, as an image of Batman was
practically thrown in her face. His change in demeanor didn't go unnoticed. And
rather than kick him when he was down, M'gann found her posture turning
dismissive.
"Duh," she all but sniffed. "And so does everyone else on the Watch Tower. What
do you think would happen if I ran into him out on the street, only to call him
Batman where everyone could hear me? It just made more sense for me to know
beforehand. So I know better not to make a scene where it could cause
problems."
Wally had to blink for a moment. That… actually made a lot of sense. Damn it…
Being perfectly honest, Wally hadn't been expecting that. He hadn't been
expecting any kind of explanation that might justify M'gann and J'onn's actions
towards the League. Although he had to admit, the League's permission was one
hell of a start… Part of him was surprised to feel disappointed by this
outcome. That his turn to be upset had been rescinded before it had even been
able to start. It had actually been nice to feel something other than guilt. Or
the rejection of M'gann's cold shoulder. But both were back now in full force,
along with the humiliation of having been forced to step down from his own
confrontation.
"I guess I might have jumped to conclusions…" he offered awkwardly, frowning at
himself as much as the need to apologize. His eyes remained locked on the
floor, pride or something close to it preventing him from looking at the girl's
expression.
The way things were going, if they didn't learn how to get along then this was
going to be a very long and difficult life. Well, at least for him… he needed
to at least try and be mature. If they couldn't be in a relationship, then he
should at least work towards a point where they weren't at each other's
throats. And maybe even friends, if that was possible.
He let out a long sigh before continuing, forcing his gaze up back up towards
her freckled features. "Look, can we just start all of this over? I think if we
both try then-." He monolog was cut short, realizing that the green skinned
young woman was nowhere in sight. A quick glance around the room spotted her
towards the now open door not even looking back as she moved to leave him
behind.
"Wait!" But she didn't. And when he moved to start after her, he found an
invisible wall slamming against his entire body. M'gann finally paused.
"I told you," she spoke up, using her voice rather than her mind. "I don't want
to get along. And I don't want to be friends. I don't care how reasonable you
want to be. I don't like you. At all. And if you really want to be a good
bondmate, you'll do what I asked and leave me alone. You live your life, and I
will live mine. Don't hope for anything more because you won't get anything
more." And with that she was gone, employing her powers to keep him at bay for
another full minute before the telekinetic barrier keeping him at bay finally
lessened. And yet even then he didn't move, simply staring at the door where
she had been with an expression of frustration and… disappointment. And
something told him that he should get used to the sensation.
The rest of the day didn't improve much. There weren't any missions listed for
the day, a small miracle, and he didn't really feel like sticking around the
base answering his friend's questions. He could only imagine how they were
already coming up with their own conclusions. So the young man decided it was
time to make a quick getaway before they had the time to pounce.
In the case of Robin and Artemis, literally.
Even hundreds of miles away, over open water and across a continent or two it
was a small matter of getting home on his own. Making a few stops along the way
to refuel his ever shrinking carbohydrate stores and he was back in his own
home in his own room in a matter of hours. He would go back in the morning
after he'd had some time to think. Some time to himself. But lying up in bed
after a hearty family meal he still found his mind stuck on the green skinned
alien.
"Testing… testing… hello? Is anyone there?" He did his best to project the
thoughts but nothing was sent back in reply. In the back of his mind he thought
he could feel a bubble of something start to swell. But it disappeared as
quickly as it came and even after several attempts he couldn't recognize it as
his own. It seemed she really had no intention of talking to him. He gave up
for now with a sigh, letting the same thoughts play through his head that he'd
been mulling over ever since he'd been left alone.
He didn't know what to do. He had no way of even partially understanding
everything on the bond, and yet he knew nothing would change unless he made a
move. M'gann was perfectly happy letting things die between them while he… was
less inclined. For all the negative traits and flaws that he possessed, Wally
had never been one for giving up on anything. He wasn't so much a completionist
as he was always trying to find something to occupy his time and his mind if
even for a little while. He enjoyed projects; he enjoyed working on something
and figuring it out. Glancing up at the clock on his wall he sighed, not even a
minute had passed since he finished dinner.
Literally, it was the only thing aside from his constant need for food that he
truly hated about his powers. His body wasn't the only thing that was hyper
accelerated because of his powers, his mind and perception was as well. A
second to normal people was like a minute for him, just as a minute to anyone
else was like an hour for him. Even just talking to people had taken him awhile
to get used to.
When the entire world moved in slow motion for you twenty four seven, it was
very easy to get bored. Even worse when you had a nearly perfect memory.
Brushing those thoughts aside, he turned his attention back to M'gann, and what
he was going to do.
First of all, he needed to figure out if he even wanted something to develop
between them before he knew how to continue. Thankfully that answer came fairly
easily, along with a warm flush beneath his pale skin. Even if he wanted to lie
to himself he knew he couldn't ignore the warm sensation her presence brought.
The same one that had been born the moment he'd laid eyes on her.
Unbidden, he found his memories reaching back to that first day she had been
introduced to the team, walking side by side with her uncle. Even then he'd
been stricken by her adorably shy expression that played beautifully against
her sparse freckles and button nose. She'd been adorable and cute and hot all
at the same time.
Not to mention, you know, she was an alien! He'd been hoping that some girls
might join them at some point, but a green shapeshifting alien babe? Ah, yes
please. To a hormonal teenage sci-fi nerd she was everything he'd ever wanted
in a woman. And he'd known right away that he wasn't going to be able to leave
her alone.
And not just because of her looks. He wanted to know things about her. Her
world. Her people. Her ship! Ever since he was old enough to remember watching
TV he'd dreamed of going into outer space and getting to meet a real life
alien! Of course he knew there were aliens out there, Superman was always on
the news, along with others, and that wasn't counting the occasional attempted
invasion they would repel. The thought of just getting to talk to an alien
would have been a dream come true for him, but this?
He wanted to learn about her, as much as she was willing to tell him. And if
that discussion happened to occur over a candle lit dinner in the corner of a
cozy Italian restaurant, well then who was he to pass up free garlic bread? But
he'd never gotten that dinner, or even the chance to talk to her. And somehow,
he didn't see that changing either…
Wally's puzzled expression dropped, leaving a slight frown and downcast gaze.
Turning on his side he could feel the exhaustion of a long day drawing at his
consciousness. His lids dropped halfway, blinking slowly until they finally
remained closed. And yet his frown remained as he pulled one of his pillows
against his chest.
It was a hard thing to admit, when a girl just wasn't into you. Wally himself
was a master of rejection, and had even managed M'gann's cool reception of his
feelings with grace. He simply didn't let her dismisses deter him. Instead he
would tell himself that there was always next time. That he would get her
eventually. That they just didn't know each other yet… but… that wasn't true
anymore, was it?
She did know him. She… knew everything about him now. Everything. His every
memory, thought, emotion and intention behind every moment of his life. It was
as close to inspecting his soul as she could get and yet… she still found him
lacking in some regard. This hurt more than her casual or shy attempts to put
him down gently. He couldn't just reassure himself that there would be a next
time. That he could show her the real Wally. Because she already knew him. She
knew him. And it wasn't enough.
That was what Wally went to sleep with before the void swallowed him. That was
the last thought to come to the surface before no more followed. And for a
certain green skinned young woman, that moment couldn't have come soon enough.
Much like Wally, M'gann had locked herself in her room at the base almost
immediately after ridding herself of the red haired boy. Still isolated, she'd
been forced to spend her entire day listening to the rambling thoughts of her
bondmate as he mulled over everything that had happened. Almost like a gnat or
a fly buzzing around her head. And all of it centered around herself…
It shouldn't have been a surprise, all things considered. Truth be told, a lot
of her own thoughts had been about the ginger haired boy. At least, when she
wasn't actively ignoring his existence. And yet the annoyed edge from before
refused to dull. But now, finally, falling asleep the constant stream of
information and sensation and thoughts came to an end. With only the barest
sensation of his mind remaining connected. Compared to the headache it had
been, it was a marked relief. It was one thing to hear his thoughts, but it was
quite another to deal with sensory information from two different bodies. She
had seen everything he saw as he ran through the streets and across the
interstate all the way to Central City.
Hearing the distorted and warped noises of cars and voices, feeling the wind
across his face the entire way had been disorienting at first but she had
gotten used to it thankfully. Feeling his body through his hands as he
undressed from his Kid Flash costume into his civilian clothes had been another
less than thrilling experience she was still coming to grips with. But the
worst of it had been the constant never ending food, both during his trip home
as well as the family sized dinner he single handedly inhaled. She didn't mind
earth food, it wasn't terrible, but the sheer volume he ate left her feeling
almost ill.
But now, it was over. She groaned blissfully, basking in the privacy of her own
mind once more. In front of her, a large TV had been rigged up to connect to a
dusty VHS player, with multiple tapes littering about the living area. On the
screen, a white skinned mirror of M'gann's image was seen struggling through
some inane sitcom issue that would no doubt be solved in a matter of twenty two
minutes. It was a comfort, and one that M'gann had sorely needed after the
day's debacle.
She didn't feel any guilt for how their conversation had ended. She didn't feel
much of anything towards the boy, other than annoyance.
Wally, her uncle, and even her team to a degree. All of them only seemed to
care about Wally and what Wally was going through and what had happened to
Wally. Didn't anyone even think to consider what all of this took from her,
what she lost? Or, even more importantly, what Wally had taken from her?!
Only her entire life. Only everything she'd been dreaming of ever since she
snuck onto her uncle's ship. Well, she didn't let anything stop her from living
her dream life on earth before, and that wasn't about to change now.
Yes, she was bonded to Wally. And no, she couldn't get rid of him. But that
didn't mean she had to have anything to do with him outside of missions. She
could ignore him, put him totally out of mind and get her focus back onto
Superboy. The way she planned from the beginning…
As if answering her call, the scene on the television changed as Megan's
boyfriend Connor appeared to help set up the decorations for the school
homecoming dance, catching the petit young woman just as she fell from trying
to hang up the banner by herself. Safely held against his strong frame, shock
and surprise turned into embarrassed joy as a warm blush filled her cheeks.
M'gann stared at the scene longingly, her pinched expression relaxing as she
pictured herself in the same situation. With her own perfect Connor lookalike.
Staring at the boy on the screen, it was impossible not to see the uncanny
resemblance between his rugged features and the same jaw line found on their
team's resident kryptonian. He was a perfect match, the Connor to her Megan,
and her key to a perfect happy life.
Today's mishap had set her back some, of course. But it wasn't anything she
couldn't make up. After all, alien clone or not he was still a teenage boy. She
just needed to… be a little more forward with him. Yeah, that was it. Let him
see whatever he thinks is going on between Wally and her doesn't even exist.
She could do this. She could salvage her happy life from this mess. Just so
long as Wally didn't try anything stupid.
And speaking of teenage boys…
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, the sensation of Wally's mind had fallen back
to the background of her focus. The relief of his having fallen sleep made her
careless, to the point she hadn't even noticed the slow swelling of activity.
Nothing as excited as his conscious mind, but rather the low hum of a dream
just beginning to start. The subject of the dream however, is what finally
caught her off guard…
The sensation of something against her lips forced her back into the present,
soft and sweet, with a warmth that had her blushing as to what it could be that
was affecting her. The sensation lingered, with more pressure gently building
before lifting off and repeating to similar, yet different areas of her body.
Unable to help it, she was forced to focus on Wally's dream just to figure out
what the hell was going on.
She would quickly regret this decision.
The alien woman watched his dream through his eyes, only to be met with an
image of herself. And yet, not herself. She had green skin, red hair and hazel
eyes. Her face was the same and even her voice. But this… sexual creature was
an alien in even more ways than M'gann could think to identify.
The sensation on her lips was also Wally's as his perspective moved closer then
away from the naked M'gann's skin. Kissing it in ways that left both her and
her dream counterpart's heart fluttering. His vision was consumed by the close
up image of her body. And yet, he didn't look away. Devouring her form as
though she were the most desirable object he had ever seen.
It was only made worse by the fact that she could feel his hunger. Oh how she
could feel the human emotion of lust as it burned a scorched path through his
entire body. The sensation was practically forced onto her own form, her alien
nerves and biology ill-equipped to handle something so… physical. Before she
knew what she was doing, a hot flush had blossomed beneath the surface of her
skin. And she was on her feet, pacing against the soft warmth of her carpet in
an attempt to distract herself from what was happening.
"Dammit, Wally! Dammit," she cursed him. Again and again, she cursed him,
knowing that she'd told him to avoid thinking about these kinds of things.
Which, to be fair, he had done an adequate job of until he'd fallen asleep. But
now that his mind was free from the constraints of his, well, mind, it was free
to revel in its favorite topic, fueled by the ripe hormones of a sex crazed
fifteen year old boy.
A shutter ran through her body. It took her a moment to recognize the sensation
as pleasure, sexual pleasure as she was starting to feel the physical
sensations of Wally's sleeping body. The dream had an obvious effect on his REM
paralyzed form, made abundantly evident by the stubborn erection throbbing with
waves of pleasure. Pleasure she now felt, and this time without the bond
induced fog that had melded their minds together.
Her legs seemed to move on their own, pressing together with each step even as
her pace increased. The insides of her thighs rubbed together, warming under
the obvious quest for friction that she didn't quite understand…
To make matters even worse, there wasn't anything she could do to keep the
dream from progressing as Wally's imagination flourished. Soon the kisses were
joined by a pair of hands moving up and down her hips and rear, cupping and
squeezing her before moving up her back then around to grope her breasts, even
between her legs wasn't safe from his questing touch. And the dream version of
herself only encouraged him, gasping and moaning his name while contorting her
curvaceous figure to lean into wherever his hands groped at her body.
God, and her shape! M'gann had a pointed flashback to the way her body had
filled out that morning, noting this M'gann's shape was even more dramatic. The
full shape of her breasts easily dwarfed the finger's sinking into their mass,
and her hips had swelled to a similar size. The entire thing was ridiculous,
which only made M'gann's aroused fury all the more frustrating!
She didn't want to see all of this. She always knew Wally was a bit of a
pervert, even if she hadn't known the term or implications at the time. And she
certainly didn't want to feel it. Groaning, she scrambled for something she
could do to put an end this pornography playing inside her mind. But that would
actually mean… contacting him. Ugh…
Were those really her only two options? Just struggle through and endure… this,
or actually try and talk to him? It didn't have to be a direct conversation.
She could just send something down the link to wake him up or even change the
dream to something less graphic. But that would mean acknowledging their bond.
A prospect she'd just denied only a few seconds ago. Nothing had to change. She
could just ignore him. But not if she actually started taking to him…
Groaning to herself, her back and forth pacing stopped dead in her tracks as
she happened to glance at her floor length mirror. Her reflection started back
at her, wide eyed and completely naked from head to toe.
Her jaw dropped in silent exclamation as looking down, she could only see more
of herself, her form having been completely twisted back into what it had been
this morning! Even worse, she couldn't remember when it had happened! Or even
how quickly! It was like her body had made the decision to shift all on its
own. Compared to the struggle of shifting back to her preferred shape, it
wasn't an easy thing to imagine.
It didn't take any effort at all to figure who had imposed her new revealing
form however. Wally and his dream, this was just another effect of their bond.
His will materializing in her instinctual need to please and conform to his
needs and wants. The fact that it had happened once was bad enough, but to
think he could do it whenever he wanted… or even at all without her being aware
of the shift… her mind immediately denied that possibly.
"No," she whispered to herself, concentrating against the comfortable shape
she'd appeared in, back towards her familiar and desired white top and blue
skirt. "It-It's just a fluke. Just because of this morning, it won't happen all
the time. He doesn't have that much control…" she tried to convince herself.
And yet even after a full minute of concentration the swell of her breasts and
hips refused to shrink under the illusion of her clothing no matter how hard
she tried to will her own body. Eventually the strain became to tiring and she
was forced to watch her own clothes disappear once again to reveal a nude human
woman's form take shape. And a bountiful one at that.
"R-Right?" she asked her reflection. But a frightened expression was her only
answer as the reflection in the mirror matched what she had seen this morning…
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