Power Girl felt strangely relaxed, all the tensions and worries that normally filled her seemed to have floated away. Maybe it was because of the dream she was having.
It was her favorite dream.
For years her favorite dream... No, if she couldn't be honest in her dreams where could she be honest? For years her favorite wet dream had featured a team-up between Huntress and Captain Marvel. A mile-high Huntress sandwich; olive between two slabs of big-boobed blonde. Power Girl had been in love with Huntress ever since her capsule had landed on another Earth, and she'd admired and lusted after Captain Marvel as a heroine for almost as long. Of course both were as straight as arrows. And in Huntress's case even the lucky guy (who Power Girl planned to secretly hate forever) would have to wait till her wedding day before anyone got to plunder the treasure in her panties.
Power Girl's attention was drawn back to her even more pleasurable dream as Atlee, the new Terra, nuzzled a soft kiss into precisely the best spot just above Power Girl's collar bone. Atlee's body was so warm and desirable pressed against her own. One of Atlee's hands was touching and stroking Power Girl's breast so lightly it could almost have been a feather. It felt so good.
Power Girl just couldn't help falling for girls she couldn't have. Hell, Batwoman had made a pass at her between breaking up with the Question and getting engaged with her cop girlfriend, and Power Girl just hadn't been interested. "Guess my gaydar's not perfect," Kate had laughed it off. And now it was a young woman who hero-worshipped her and looked up her as a mentor. It wouldn't be right.
Power Girl opened her legs wide as Atlee's gentle kisses began the slow march down from the top of her cleavage to the stiff peak topping her mountainous breast. Atlee took advantage of the invitation at once, shifting from lying beside Power Girl to lying between Power Girl's open legs. Atlee's breasts, pert but only small compared to Power Girl's own, pressed against her blonde lover's thighs. Something wasn't right there, there was a cold hardness...
Each of Atlee's hands were playing with one of Power Girl's breasts now, gently trying to cup and hold the whole of them. Atlee's mouth sucked in one of Power Girl's nipples and her tongue danced across it, not licking or lapping or swirling but teasing with random impossible to predict movements exactly the way Power Girl yearned for.
"Rao," Power Girl exclaimed as she looked down to find Atlee smiling back up at her. Rao, the girl was impossibly cute.
Oh this was a wet dream all right. Wet, wet, wet. Power Girl's cunt was more than ready for action. She let her head flop back down on to the pillow. With a slurp that sounded somehow almost regretful Atlee stopped sucking at Power Girl's teat. Her hands were still filled with Kryptonian tits but her mouth was kissing at a much faster pace towards the hot wetness that was the core of Power Girl's needs.
"Yes," Power Girl told her dream girl, "Yes, I need you. Oh, yes, there!"
Atlee's kiss had covered Power Girl's clit and now a tongue far too experienced to be the real virgin's but all too perfect for a dream girl was sending bolts of pure pleasure up Power Girl's spine. Power Girl arched her back as electric ecstacy sent her clutching the sheets of the bed on which she lay.
Power Girl's dreams, her wet dreams, had always featured women. She'd always been a lesbian, even if hardly anyone knew. But she'd never admitted to anyone that her dreams hardly ever featured only one woman. When she stood in the shower, masturbating to the thoughts of her friends and colleague's hot tits and asses, she always imagined herself in threesomes or orgies. Never with just one girl.
It had been a shock then to realise just days ago that she'd started to dream of having sex with Atlee on her own...
It was another shock when Atlee pushed a finger into Power Girl's sopping pussy. There was no denying the penetration was very very real. This was no dream. Power Girl shot up into a sitting position, pulling her hips away from Atlee. She looked down to find the raven-haired girl looking back up at her with surprise and disappointment.
"Sorry, PeeGee, your fuckhole seemed ready."
The shock of hearing Atlee say 'fuckhole' was only exacerbated when the younger woman sat back on her haunches to display her breasts. Atlee's nipples were pierced, metal T's hanging from the rings through them. Where her pubic hair ought to be was a tattoo of the letters PG in a heart.
"Wha..." Power Girl's mouth hung open till she snapped it close. This was not a dream. This was a shocking and hard to process reality.
"Sue said you might only look like my Pneumatic Girl!" Terra declared with a big grin and not so much as a trace of regret or fear.
"Pneumatic Girl?!" Power Girl bridled automatically. She was more than just a pair of tits. "I'm Power Girl!"
But her mind was now very much awake and coming to a conclusion. This had happened her before. Not the sex with the hot woman she wanted so badly, but finding herself in a strange place with strange customs.
"Hello, Power Girl. Nice to meet you. I'm Atlee. I won't have a sexheroine name till you, I mean the other you, says I'm ready."
"But I'm not an apprentice. I'm here to make sure you behave. I'm Mistress Marvel of the Avengers."
Power Girl turned to face the woman who'd just spoken and her mouth dropped open again. Leaning against the wall of a bedroom - no, Karen Starr's own bedroom in her expensive apartment overlooking Central Park in Manhattan - was Carol Danvers. Only in this dimension Captain Marvel hadn't traded in her old Miss Marvel costume for something less revealing. No, here she was sporting a version of it that was much much more revealing.
Power Girl couldn't tear her eyes away from Carol's crotch. Whatever anyone had ever said about Power Gir's boob window she'd never sported a cutout in her costume that displayed her cunt to the whole world. But Carol had a lightning bolt cutout that displayed exactly that. Her pubic hair hair was trimmed into a lightning bolt too, threads of silver woven carefully into the tawny tufts. And from the way her pussy lips glistened she'd only just stopped masturbating.
"Her eyes aren't down there," Power Girl managed to think and pulled her eyes upward. They still didn't pass Carol's tits. There was another lightning bolt cutout on her chest, a boob window that had always been absent from the costume of Power Girl's version of Captain Marvel. One of Carol's marvellous nipples was exposed and the other straining for action as it poked at the spandex..
"A bit of a prude, but at least she's got the decency to fuck me with her eyes," said Mistress Marvel.
"She was really wet," Atlee leapt to Power Girl's defence in exactly the same way as the unpierced and untattooed version would have.
Suddenly Power Girl realised she was completely naked in front of these porn versions of the women she knew. She didn't mind as much as she probably should have. There was a reason she'd kept the boob window after all.
"Whatever happened hit you harder than the Invisible MILF, I mean Woman. Sue. So weird that you don't even have a Fucktastic Foursome." Atlee was trying to explain to here in exactly the way Atlee tended to. "No, don't worry she's all right. And she's answering our questions so you don't have to yet. So you can recover and--"
"Do you want to fuck?" Mistress Marvel was already pulling her costume, little of it as there was, off.
"Rao, you? Yes, yes, I want to fuck."
Power Girl somehow knew with absolute certainty that Atlee, even if it wasn't her Atlee, was telling the truth. She could have doubted Mistress Marvel, would have, but not Atlee.
"YAY!" Atlee clapped her hands in delight and moved to resume tending to Power Girl's cunt even as Mistress Marvel climbed onto the bed to stand over Power Girl. Evidently the Avenger was going to sit on PeeGee's face, which seemed like the perfect start to their new relationship.
"No, not you, Atlee," Power Girl managed even as she dropped her head back onto the bed, Carol's shiny lightning bolt pubes following her down. "It's complicated."
"Oh," Atlee was evidently disappointed. "You'll have to explain when you're not tonguing Carol's slut cunt."
Then Atlee jumped off the bed, filled with her normal enthusiasm again.
"I'll see if Cuntress or Wonder Whore are free," she exclaimed as she ran off to find a phone or communicator.