A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

He was benched. Irritating, to say the least… but probably appropriate. After his little fainting spell, they had indeed gotten Zatanna, who after giving him a thorough magical check-up, had had a grim prognosis for Harry. Put bluntly, he was dying. It wasn’t just the Dark Potion; it was the way he’d used it and his magic together to effectively win the day. The normal side effects of the Dark Potion were thus amplified, and Harry didn’t just lose years of his life… he likely only had months to live.
 
Effectively, he’d given himself magical cancer from the way Zatanna was talking about it. Slowly but surely, his cells were erasing themselves. Now, there was that old wives’ tale about you replacing your entire body’s worth of cells every seven years. Technically, the human body WAS constantly renewing itself, and apparently billions of cells, about one percent of one’s body, were replaced daily.
 
But the myth that you became a whole new copy of yourself because of this constant replacement every seven years was false, because not all cells were created equal. The cells that were replacing themselves had shorter lifespans than more important cells located elsewhere in the body.
 
Harry was losing cells at random, and while many of them were subsequently replaced, others that were supposed to last longer were not so easily renewed. They were missing and would continue to be missing for the rest of Harry’s life… however long that might be. He would, essentially, decay over time, be it in months or even a few short years.
 
For now, besides that one fainting spell, Harry felt fine. However, from what Zatanna had told him, they did not know of an actual cure. Rather, there was only one form of treatment available to him at the moment… the complete cessation of his use of magic.
 
It wasn’t like Harry had LOST his magic or anything like that. More that any time he used his magic, he was effectively hastening the disintegration of his cells. If he kept away from magic entirely, then Harry could expect to live for years without any visible issues at the current rate that he was losing those infinitesimal parts of his body. If he used magic daily, he could very well shorten his remaining lifespan to months, or even weeks.
 
Zatanna had even enchanted a bracelet for him that would keep him from so much as subconsciously using magic, even internally. Apparently, when it came to British Wizards and Witches such as himself, subconscious internal magic was a daily occurrence. It made them slightly tougher, stronger, and faster than most baseline humans.
 
But that subconscious, internal magic use would kill him all the faster, and so Zatanna had given him the enchanted bracelet he was wearing even now to keep him from having to worry about such a thing. He could, of course, take said bracelet off at any time and rely upon his magic if it was a matter of life and death, but Zatanna had been very clear that he would only be endangering himself if he did so.
 
So yeah, no magic… which meant he had subsequently been fully benched. As it was, there was a chance they could solve this issue. The Dark Potion itself had been taken care of, the antidote taken far too late but nevertheless flushing it out of Harry’s system. Ivy was also fine, as she had been able to take the counter-potion on time, rather than it remaining in her system as long as it had Harry’s. Likewise, she wasn’t as magical as he was, and so the unforeseen side effects that he was now suffering from weren’t something she was having to deal with.
 
But there were no answers in the Black Family Library about what Harry had to do next to reverse the accelerated entropy of his cells. In the end, they needed to look to outside sources for help. Zatanna, at least, apparently had a couple of ideas in that regard.
 
There were many ancient sorcerers and wizards that the Justice League were aware of, but in the case of the Dark Potion, Zatanna’s research had quickly narrowed down the original creator to one of two women who might be able to help. One was a Greek Myth named Circe, a powerful immortal witch and, unfortunately, a long-time enemy of Wonder Woman and the Amazons of Themyscira.
 
The other was a little closer to home, as in a literal British Legend. Morgaine le Fey, an ancient sorceress said to be the real life inspiration behind the Arthurian Legend of Morgan le Fay, and a contemporary of Merlin himself. Apparently, unlike Merlin, Morgaine was still kicking around after all this time, as were her sisters, someone called Madame Xanadu and Vivienne, the impetus behind the Lady of the Lake mythos.
 
With two possible answers to Harry’s problems, those women who were most interested in helping him had split up into two squads, with Hermione and several of the witches from Harry’s past taking up the task of tracking down Morgaine, while Zatanna roped Ivy and Harley along with a few of her fellow League Heroines into hunting for Circe.
 
How they were going to convince either woman to help him, Harry didn’t know… because as mentioned before, he had been benched. Not only because he couldn’t use his magic and was thus a normal, baseline human being for all intents and purposes at this point, but also because it was decided that Galatea and Kara both needed some separation from him, while at the same time spending more time together.
 
Tea needed to be retaught quite a lot of things that most people would take at face value, but Harry at least had high hopes that she would come out the other side of all of this as a better person than she’d gone in. With Kara’s help, he truly hoped she would see vast improvement.
 
Of course, Harry couldn’t just keep living in the Chamber of Secrets all by his lonesome while these two groups of women went galivanting across the world for him. No, they needed to make sure he was safe, or something, to allow them all to focus on their missions and not be worried about him in the process.
 
… Privately, Harry thought that explanation was a load of hogwash. Not that he was complaining, truth be told. He’d been moved into Titan Tower and assigned two ‘bodyguards’ to look after him at all times in the form of Barbara Gordon and Artemis Crock. The two girls were quite eager to help him out, and even the Titans had been fairly welcoming so far.
 
He’d gotten along with them quite well in fact, sharing some interest in magic with the half-demon Raven, and exchanging stories about animagi with the shape-shifting Beast Boy. But in the interim, most of Harry’s free time, he found, was occupied by his two watchers.
 
Looking down the length of his body, Harry can only smile as Barbara and Artemis both slurp and suck at his cock, moaning in addicted pleasure. The two women have been monopolizing every possible moment they can with him, but Harry honestly doesn’t mind all that much. After all, it helps him take his mind off of things.
 
This time is a little different, however. The two have shown up in their actual costumes and heroine identities as Batgirl and Artemis respectively… but more than that, they’ve modified these versions of their costumes, cutting out holes for both their nipples and their crotches, exposing their breasts to him and their pussies, while at the same time wearing their masks and acting… a certain kind of way.
 
“We will, mm, t-teach you a lesson, evil-doer~”
 
“T-That’s right. This… this big fat cock is a weapon of terrible p-proportions. It’s up to us to stop it!”
 
“Don’t let up, Batgirl! We can do this!”
 
“Yes!”
 
It’s a fair bit cheesy, but also a massive turn on. Harry can only groan, as the two costumed girls hold hands between his legs, kneeling on either side of his body and swirling their tongues along his cock and cockhead. They end up spending as much time in a three-way kiss with each other and the tip of his dick as they spend slurping at his length, but it’s not like Harry can complain. In fact.
 
“Fuuuck, here it comes girls!”
 
With a groan and a jerk of his hips, he sprays his seed all over Batgirl and Artemis’ masked faces, the two of them moaning and tilting their heads back and lolling their tongues out to catch as much as they possibly can upon their faces and in their mouths. Harry, for his part, grunts as he finishes releasing his load, before moving to sit up, fully anticipating the continuation of their fun.
 
However, before he can get onto his feet or even onto his knees, Artemis and Batgirl both place gloved hands upon his chest at the same time, and easily push him back down.
 
“Don’t move, evildoer. We’re not done with you yet.”
 
Despite holding him in place, they only have eyes for his cock. Which of course, is still rock hard. Nodding along with Artemis’ words, Batgirl unconsciously licks her lips.
 
“That’s right… you’re still hard. Which means we’re just getting started. Artemis?”
 
“Yes… I can handle this!”
 
Harry watches as Artemis gets up into a crouch over his dick, the back of her ruined costume splitting open as she pops a squat, revealing her ass cheeks. Nestled between them, much to Harry’s surprise and arousal, is a butt plug with a glistening, glittering jeweled bottom to it. As Artemis positions herself, Batgirl leans in and grabs the end of the butt plug with her gloved fingers, slowly working it out of her comrade’s ass.
 
“Oooh~”
 
“Don’t falter on me now, Artemis! It’ll soon be the criminal’s cock, after all!”
 
“R-Right!”
 
… Alright, as cheesy as this roleplay is, Harry will admit, it’s insanely hot watching the two girls act out their superheroine identities while also being incredible sluts. He watches as Artemis slowly levers herself back onto his cock, letting his throbbing member disappear between her ass cheeks and slowly enter her slightly gaping, well-lubricated anus.
 
Unable to hold back any longer, Harry lets out a growl and grabs her by the hips, yanking her back down the rest of the way. The beautiful, athletic blonde squeals as she’s subsequently impaled upon his cock, every last inch of his length disappearing into her bowels at once.
 
“A-Artemis!”
 
Batgirl’s cry is half-feigned, half-real concern, as she watches her friend’s eyes roll back in her head for a moment no doubt. Harry just grins though, thoroughly enjoying the tight, flexing anal walls around his cock right now, even as Artemis’ slit rests upon his ball sack.
 
“I’m… I’m alright! I can do this!”
 
Harry grunts, as Artemis tears herself out of his grip right then and there. He couldn’t keep her where he wanted her if he tried, and instead she begins to bounce up and down on his dick at her own rapid pace, impaling herself upon his cock anally again and again. It feels amazing, it truly does, but at the same time, Harry does feel a twinge of something else.
 
Normally, he would use his magic to even the playing field here. He could have done any number of things to avoid being manhandled by either of these two girls. And worst of all, neither had superpowers. They were baseline humans with some serious conditioning and athletic training and that was it.
 
For the first time, as Harry enjoys Artemis’ ass but feels like he’s along for the ride more than anything else, he begins to realize how underpowered he truly is without magic. When compared to the heroines and villainesses he’s found himself consorting with for months now, he’s only really got his magic to fall back on… and when he doesn’t have that, he might as well be helpless.
 
Oh, don’t get him wrong, he does grab back onto Artemis’ hips and begin fucking up into her ass as she bounces up and down on his cock, but there’s a rapid shortness of breath that might have to do with his ailing body or his inability to use magic altogether right now. Harry had never truly understood just how reliant he’d been on his internal magic flowing through him until Zatanna had blocked it off with the bracelet. Without it… was he really this weak?
 
Ultimately, he cums inside of Artemis’ ass after bringing her to multiple anal orgasms, but all the same…
 
Of course, as soon as Artemis is done, its Barbara, aka Batgirl’s turn. As soon as the blonde pushes herself off of his cock, moaning happily and fingering her cunt, Batgirl is there, stepping up to the plate. Much like Artemis, the red-haired crime fighter doesn’t let him get up. She positions himself over him and reveals that between her ass cheeks, where the split in the seat of her black costume can be seen, is a butt plug as well.

Removing it herself this time around, Batgirl promptly sits down upon his cock, taking him anally as well and groaning in pleasure as she wiggles this way and that.
 
“You bad, b-bad evildoer… nnngh! Your big fat cock is rearranging my insides! Your massive throbbing dick is molding my asshole! Yessss~”
 
She’s certainly the wordier of the two, though as she begins to bounce upon his cock, her lines turn to moans of appreciation and cries of pleasure. Harry, meanwhile, is feeling more and more out of breath. Is this truly his limit without any magic whatsoever? It’s a little irritating, but at the very least, he can go one last time.
 
And so, he focuses on giving the costumed vigilante atop him what she wants, pounding up into Batgirl’s ass even as she does the lion’s share of the work. They fuck for a time, but Harry honestly couldn’t say how long it is. He knows one thing for sure though, Barbara doesn’t cum nearly as many times as Artemis before he finally fills her ass with his own seed and collapses back onto the bed.
 
As his cock wilts, three times in such a short period of time proving to be Harry’s limit without any internal magic, Batgirl pulls herself off of him, panting heavily. She and Artemis then exchange some tongue, kissing one another before slowly stuffing each other’s butt plugs back in ‘for later’. Then, they sidle up alongside him, ostensibly for a quick nap… but Harry can’t help but feel like they’re humoring him.
 
He's so… weak without magic. Just a normal guy, barely an adult, and with a frail-feeling body. Harry has never felt so underpowered.
 

But hey, he was stuck in Titan Tower for the foreseeable future. Maybe… maybe it was time to do something about it.
 
-x-X-x-
 
“That’s it Harry! Keep it up! Five more laps!”
 
“R-Right!”
 
Not for the first time, Cassie finds herself smiling subconsciously as she watches Harry Potter push himself to his absolute limits and beyond them. Only to realize she’s doing so a moment later, and quickly wipe the smile from her face.
 
Her full name was Cassie Sandsmark, but most of the world actually knew her by her superheroine name of Wonder Girl. Once upon a time, she’d been Wonder Woman’s apprentice and protégé. Eventually though, she’d more than outgrown that role, and ultimately joined up with the Titans. Being a member of the Titans was one of the most fulfilling parts of her life if Cassie was being honest.
 
That said, her mentor still held great influence over her, and probably always would. Diana was… well, she was Cassie’s idol, and everything Cassie aspired to be day in and day out throughout her life.
 
As such, when her mentor had taken her aside and asked her to watch Harry Potter, Cassie had taken it seriously and asked what she needed to know. Unfortunately, for once, Diana had been… very circumspect. There wasn’t all that much that the raven-haired woman seemed to want to tell her. It was one of the few times in the blonde’s life where her mentor had been so tight-lipped.
 
All she would say was that Harry needed to be watched, and Cassie needed to be careful. This, understandably, had made Cassie pretty wary of the boy at first. She knew some of his circumstances from the Mission Briefing that she’d gotten along with the rest of the Titans, of course. He was a magic user who had imbibed something that was slowly killing him.
 
So long as he didn’t use magic, he would be fine for a while longer, and they intended to use that time to find a cure for him. But if he did use magic, then he would die much faster. Cassie figured that it was her responsibility, and the responsibility of the rest of the Titans, to make sure that didn’t happen. She wasn’t sure how much she’d liked that he could just take off the enchanted bracelet cutting off his magic that Zatanna Zatara had made for him, but so far, her worse fears hadn’t come to pass.
 
Based on Diana’s warning, Cassie had been left wondering if Harry was some kind of reckless loose cannon. She’d dealt with her fair share of anti-heroes in the past after all, and she knew that sometimes they ignored anything and everything wrong with themselves in favor of doing as much as they could, no matter how much it might setback their healing and-or recovery.
 
She’d figured Harry Potter might be one of those, a dark and brooding type afflicted with a need to save people at the expense of himself. But if he was… well, someone had finally managed to knock some sense into him, because he hadn’t shown any of that so far while staying with them at the Tower.
 
Instead, Harry had been relatively quiet, mostly keeping to himself. Artemis and Barbara both spent a lot of time with him, but that made sense because apparently they had previous experience with him and the three were quite close. Cassie didn’t consider it her place to prior on that front though, so she’d kept her distance while maintaining the watchful eye that her mentor, THE Wonder Woman, had asked of her.
 
Still, from her small interactions with Harry at meals, and what she heard of him from other Titans like Raven and Beast Boy… he seemed fine. A young man their age who had been through a lot but was remarkably well-adjusted anyways. As well-adjusted as any of them, really.
 
Cassie hadn’t been sure what to think… and then one day, he’d shown up at the Tower’s Gym and began working out. It was pure coincidence that he’d arrived while she was also using the Gym. Though, privately Cassie somewhat considered the Gym her domain, as she liked to spend a lot of her time there when she wasn’t being called to some crisis, or on duty patrolling.
 
Ultimately, staying in shape was a big deal for her… and apparently, it was for Harry as well. They’d ended up starting up a conversation in which Cassie had learned an interesting fact about Harry. Namely, whatever subspecies of human he was, they had internal magic that was constantly flowing through their body and strengthening them. Not too much, nothing like her or her mentor at least, but enough that Harry was feeling the burn now that his internal magic was restricted.
 
But rather than cry about it and wallow in it, Harry had chosen to do something about it. Apparently, he’d spent most of the past several years playing a magical sport called Quidditch, which was something played on a broomstick at high speeds, and that gave him some level of physical conditioning. But not only was all of his time playing Quidditch augmented by the internal magics he currently didn’t have access to, he also hadn’t actually played Quidditch in a while now, as it so happened.
 
This was all to say, seeing the young green-eyed man working to better himself, and hearing a bit more about his circumstances… Cassie couldn’t help it. It all just tugged at her heart strings, and in the end, she wasn’t just going to let him flail around aimlessly. After all, she could see a dozen ways in which he was sabotaging his own physical training just in that very first conversation they’d had together.
 
By the time they were done talking, Cassie had offered to help Harry train, to act as his guide and coach in all things physical… and Harry had accepted. Really, it wasn’t like she wanted anything more from the boy. It was simply an opportunity for Cassie to build on her rapport with a guy that her mentor seemed to be inordinately cautious of. Wonder Woman wanted her to keep an eye on Harry? Well then, she’d keep a close eye indeed.
 
As Harry comes around the bend one final time, finishing his last lap, Cassie lets her smile return to her face, broadening it this time.
 
“Wonderfully done, Harry! Now, let’s do a quick set of warm-off stretches, and then we’ll be done for the day.”
 
“Yes… ma’am.”
 
“Oh! Already almost finished? Barbara and I will join you two for those stretches. We’re all done too~”
 
Blinking, Cassie glances over as Artemis and Barbara immediately stop their own workouts to come over and join them. She’s pretty sure the two were far from done, but at this point she was pretty used to it. Artemis and Barbara were two of the fittest baseline human women that Cassie knew of, and yet they only ever ‘lasted’ exactly as long as Harry did.
 
It had been a week into Cassie’s offer to train Harry, with him showing up religiously every single day at the exact same time and diligently following her instructions, when they first turned up. All smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes, the two girls had both been clad in skimpy yoga tights that left very little to the imagination. They’d kept their distance, but leapt at every chance to join in that they possibly could.
 
Cassie would have said something, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was her place. Harry was their friend first, after all, so maybe they were just feeling protective? Either way, he didn’t seem upset by their presence, merely exasperated… and quite amused at that. So, in the end, Cassie let it go and focused on working hard to help Harry better himself.
 
This had been going on for weeks now, and the changes were really starting to show. Harry was getting faster and stronger, and he made sure to let Cassie know how much he appreciated her efforts. Even without that internal magic to bolster him, he felt like in time he could get back to his original level of stamina and endurance… and even surpass it.
 
Cassie was pleased with his progress as well and thought that maybe he would soon be ready for some actual martial arts training on top of the physical conditioning. After all, a healthy, in-shape body was one thing. A fighting fit body was another entirely.
 
In that regard, Artemis and Barbara would both come in hand, Cassie supposed. After all, she could use them for Harry’s sparring partners, seeing as she herself was strong enough that he might just break his fist on her skin if he were to go at her full tilt.
 
All of this was to say… Cassie felt like maybe her mentor had gotten it wrong. Or maybe, more likely, Cassie herself had simple misinterpreted Diana’s words. She’d been unusually taciturn about it all, so maybe Wonder Woman had merely meant something else entirely when she’d pushed for Cassie to keep an eye on Harry. Maybe… maybe she’d even meant for Cassie to make sure Harry himself wasn’t being taken advantage of?
 
Speaking of which… they’d finished up the wind-down of their workout, and so Cassie hops to her feet, rolling her shoulders. She’d done her own workout while Harry was doing other things, and only personally observed him once she was finished, so even she’s quite sweaty at this point.
 
“Alright, that’s all for today. Good work Harry, and I’ll hope to see you again tomorrow.”
 
Looking quite serious, Harry nods sharply.
 
“I’ll be there. Thank you for all your help, Cassie.”
 
Feeling a warmth in her chest, the blonde can’t help but give Harry a smile. Then, they part ways, each heading to one of the Tower Gym’s two gendered locker rooms. With as even a split of boys versus girls that the Titans Team tended to have, it only made sense to have a set of showers for both off of the Gym.
 
Now, interestingly enough… Barbara and Artemis never join her in the Girl’s Side of the showers on these days. It’s been weeks now and she’s never seen them, not even once. Initially, Cassie had assumed this was because they weren’t actually completing their workouts, they were only hanging around waiting for Harry to do his. So they hadn’t worked up enough of a sweat to actually need a shower.
 
It made sense, even if it irked Cassie a little bit that they weren’t putting their all into the training like Harry or even she herself was. But then, their conditioning remained in perfect condition, so it certainly seemed like they were getting extra workouts in SOMEWHERE along the way.
 
Except… more recently, Harry had been getting better and better. He’d been lasting longer and longer. Back at the start, when Artemis and Barbara first showed up, they barely had to do about twenty percent of what would have been a normal workout for the two of them before Harry was done for the day and had to rest his aching body.
 
But these days, he had improved in leaps and bounds and his physical conditioning meant he usually lasted a good sixty percent of what one of their workouts would look like. Certainly enough that Artemis and Barbara should have been working up a sweat.
 
So baffled by this, Cassie pauses outside of the showers for a moment, not stepping in and not turning on the water. As a result, for the first time, she hears it. Harry’s muffled voice… and the giggles of two girls who should NOT be on the Boy’s Side of the showers.
 
Eyes narrowed, Cassie immediately floats a little bit into the air, silencing her movement as she sneaks over to spy on the threesome. Needless to say, what she witnesses shocks her to her core.
 
There’s Harry, of course. Naked as can be, which she probably should have expected. She’s a little embarrassed though, as she finds herself checking him out. He’s looking good after their weeks training together. Well, what little of him Cassie can see, anyways.
 
Because it’s not just Harry. Not by a long shot. As she likely should have guessed from the giggles she overheard, Artemis and Barbara are there too. She expected that much. She just didn’t expect them to both be naked as well, their yoga tights and incredibly skimpy training outfits discarded and tossed to the floor.
 
Harry hasn’t even made it to the shower yet. Instead, they’ve cornered him, cutting him off from the spray of water and pushed him up against some of the lockers. For a moment, Cassie almost wonders if they’re bullying him, given the way he’s looking at them both exasperated, and what he’s saying.
 
“Girls, we really shouldn’t be doing this when Cassie is in the next room over…”
 
Meanwhile, Artemis and Barbara are acting so… different from what Cassie is used to. They’re giggling and holding Harry down as they use their tongues to… to lick the sweat r-right off his frame. It’s incredibly lewd, and Cassie blushes, hiding her face behind her hands for a moment as she floats there, before ultimately looking again.
 
It’s only then that she notices something that stops her from interfering and putting a stop to what she’s watching. While it’s true that Harry is pinned against the lockers and the two women are licking his naked body clean of sweat while he softly protests their actions… it’s equally true that Harry currently has his hands on each of their backsides and is outright groping their asses right then and there as they press their own nubile, naked, athletic bodies against his!
 
Cassie can only gape at the scene as she realizes Harry isn’t quite the victim he seems to be at first glance. In fact, a mere moment later, he lets out a lustful growl and suddenly pushes forward, using some of that brand-spanking-new physical conditioning she’s helped him gain to break free of Barbara and Artemis. Not in order to push them away or tell them off… but rather, to grab Artemis in particular.
 
Swinging Cassie’s fellow blonde around, he pins her against the lockers face first. Artemis responds, not by retaliating and getting him off of her like she would against any thug or criminal who put her in such a compromising situation, but in an entirely different way altogether. The blonde reaches back and spreads her cheeks, moaning happily and wiggling her toned ass in his direction.
 
“Take me, Harry! Fucking take me!”
 
Cassie’s trainee wastes no time in doing exactly that. His cock punches into Artemis from behind, and her moans and squeals fill the locker room as he complies with her demands. Barbara, meanwhile, whines and whimpers at being displaced, and pushes herself into Harry from behind, licking the sweat off of his neck and shoulders and back, even as she grinds her soft tits into him and fingers herself as hard and fast as he’s fucking Artemis’ tight cunny.
 
It's one of the most debauched, depraved things that Cassie has ever seen, and she watches with wide eyes as perverted noises fills the Boy’s Side of the showers. In truth, if this had been happening every single day for the last several weeks, she’s not sure how she missed it… except that maybe she was always under the shower by this point, with the hot water spraying against her body and muffling the noises coming from the other side of the thick wall.
 
To be fair, Cassie was a sucker for a long, hot shower after a workout. She absolutely loved them, and there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by where she didn’t take one. But this? This was a bit beyond the pale, wasn’t it? They were just… they were all acting so depraved!
 
Was this what Diana meant, when she told Cassie to watch Harry Potter? Somehow, she suspected that both was and was not the case. Diana did in fact likely know something about how perverted Harry was… but she probably didn’t intend for Cassie to observe as he had a threesome with Artemis and Barbara.
 
But the superpowered blonde found she just couldn’t look away. Swallowing thickly, she watches on as Harry plows Artemis against the wall… and Artemis just begs for more and more.
 
“That’s it! Harder! Fuck my tight little pussy! Nnngh, s-so much tighter than Barbara’s, I bet…”
 
“Hey!”
 
That, of course, cannot go unanswered by the red head in the room. After all, Artemis is talking about her like she’s not even there. Barbara might be a bit more stoic and composed as Batgirl, but in this moment, there’s no trace of the reserved young woman Cassie thought she knew. Harry grunts, as Barbara grabs him by the arms and yanks him right out of and off of Artemis’ body.
 
“My turn!”
 
For his part, Harry doesn’t hesitate. Seeming well-used to this, the young man spins around in a motion that actually fills Cassie with a little bit of pride. After all, it was a move she’d taught him herself, part of the motion for falling properly so you don’t hurt yourself in the process. He shifts and twists in such a way that he’s not going to break anything as he all but falls down atop Barbara.
 
She drags him with her as she lays back on the bench and kisses him deeply even as he slams home into her waiting cunt. Artemis can’t do much more than let out a squawk of indignation, as her partner is abruptly taken from her and completely monopolized by her friend.
 
They’re so… competitive. To be fair, Cassie has always been fairly competitive throughout her life as well. But not like this. Never like this. As Harry jackhammers in and out of a moaning Barbara Gordon, Artemis comes up behind him, leaning over them both as she fingers her own cunt.
 
“Admit it, Harry… I’m tighter. Search your heart, you know it to be true!”
 
Looking past him, Barbara rolls her eyes.
 
“Seriously, Artemis? I should never have introduced to you, ah, Star Wars!”
 
Snickering, the blonde nuzzles into Harry’s neck, moaning into his ear. Meanwhile, Barbara winds her legs around his back, panting and gasping and moaning as he pounds her into the bench. If nothing else, Cassie can see that all of her hard work, all of her effort these past few weeks… it’s paying off. Not quite in the way she might have intended, but it’s paying off all the same. Harry is definitely stronger and has more endurance than he did a few weeks ago when they started. Both Artemis and Barbara are proving that by putting him through their paces.
 
“W-Well, Harry? Give it to us s-straight… which of us has the tighter pussy?”
 
Cassie blinks as Barbara asks for clarification now. Even the red head is willing to play in to Artemis’ games?! She’s even more shocked when Harry actually pauses… and then honestly answers the question!
 
“Sorry, Barb… but I think that goes to Artemis.”
 
As the blonde crows in victory, Barbara’s face scrunches up cutely in a scowl.
 
“W-Well what about our assholes, huh? Which of us is tighter there?!”
 
Immediately, Artemis leans in again at that, clearly wanting to know too. Cassie, meanwhile, is wide-eyed and mouth agape. No… s-surely not. But that’s so unclean! The floating blonde has to cover her mouth with her hand to hold in a whimper as Harry slides right out of Barbara and shrugs.
 
“Only one way to find out, I suppose. We’ll have to check.”
 
Barbara Gordon, far from balking at the thought of getting ass fucked right there in the locker room in front of Artemis, just grins and pulls her legs up into the air, rocking backwards and revealing not just her pussy… but her asshole, nestled between her two perky butt cheeks… and stuffed with a butt plug of all things!
 
Cassie’s jaw drops even further open, as Artemis ‘helpfully’ yanks the sex toy straight out of Barbara’s ass. The red head shrieks for all of a moment before moaning as Harry stuffs HIS cock into her ass instead. While he’s rapidly fucking Barbara in the anus, Artemis sets the butt plug aside… and turns away, pressing herself against the lockers again and spreading her ass cheeks apart to reveal something that Cassie somehow missed the first time around.
 
Maybe Harry’s body was in the way or something, because her fellow blonde is sporting a butt plug as well of the same make as Barbara’s. She withdraws it from her ass with a lewd, wanton moan that’s clearly overexaggerated in order to get Harry’s attention. Then, the gorgeous young woman wiggles and shakes her butt invitingly, even smacking her own toned cheeks to give Harry all the invitation he needs.
 
This time around, its Harry who pulls away from Barbara. She tries to hold him inside of her, but his training is clearly paying dividends, because she can’t keep him in without hurting him. Ultimately, Barbara is forced to relinquish her hold on his cock, and Harry is soon inside of Artemis’ ass as well, fucking her back door hard and fast right then and there.
 
Cassie can scarcely believe she’s witnessing this. She should… probably have left a long time ago. She can’t even say it’s like watching a train crash in slow motion. She’s the kind of girl who, upon seeing a train crash in real time, goes and stops it, because she has the power to do so. She technically has the power to stop this as well, but she doesn’t. It seems like it’s sex between three consenting individuals, and so while she might have an argument for the location they’ve decided to fuck in, she doesn’t really have any right to tell them to stop altogether.
 
Either way, Cassie makes no move to stop what’s happening in front of her, instead spying on the trio as Harry fucks Artemis and Barbara in both their cunts and asses, ostensibly to ‘discover’ who has the tightest of each.
 
Finally, Barbara calls out with a pouty scowl.
 
“Well? Who’s got the tightest ass, huh?”
 
Finally pulling out of Artemis, leaving the blonde to turn and look at him expectantly as well, Harry seems to consider it for a moment, catching his breath. Finally, though, he gives a simple nod.
 
“Barbara has the tightest asshole. Sorry Artemis. But you do have the tighter cunt as well.”
 
Wait so it’s a tie?! Ugh, what an unsatisfying outcome! Cassie blushes a moment later as she realizes what just passed through her head. Still, she’s fully expecting both Barbara and Artemis to demand Harry declare an actual winner. She’s therefore quite surprised when they exchange a single glance… and then smile at one another before turning those raunchy, predatory smiles onto Harry.
 
“Then I suppose we both win, don’t we?”
 
“That’s right. Meaning we both get our rewards.”
 
Cassie watches as Harry chuckles at their antics, and Barbara and Artemis both slide down to their knees right there in front of them. Hands held aloft with palms facing up, the two women tilt their heads back and loll out their tongues. Harry begins stroking his cock into their faces, but really, it’s not like he needs to do much to tip over the edge at this point, not after fucking the both of them in all four of their lower holes over the past half hour.
 
Blushing profusely, Cassie can only look on as the young man cums all over her friends’ faces, tits, and hands. She can only look on as Artemis and Barbara moan in abject happiness, seeming absolutely THRILLED to be treated like… like c-cum dumps by the currently magicless wizard.
 
Harry is finally able to step around them and make his way to the shower, where he gets under the hot spray of water and begins to properly wash off. Meanwhile, Barbara and Artemis spend a moment just enjoying what cum landed in their mouths… before slowly turning to look at each other. A moment later and they’re coming together right before Cassie’s eyes, making the floating blonde blush even HARDER at what they do next. That is… share.
 
The girls begin to share their ‘rewards’, using the shower of cum Harry left them with to swap between their mouths and rub into their bodies. As this happens, Cassie recognizes that she’s outstayed her welcome and hurries back over to the Girl’s Side of the showers, finally getting under the spray of a shower nozzle. She leaves just in time too, because just as she’s taking a particular cold shower, Barbara and Artemis step over to the Girl’s Side of the showers as well.
 
The two heroines freeze at the sight of her, something that Cassie sees out of the corner of her eye, pretending like she hasn’t noticed their presence. She’s well aware that she’s naked before them, and for the first time in her life, being naked in front of other women… it embarrasses her. She’s never considered it an issue before, but after watching Artemis and Barbara not only act that way with Harry, but also with each other, there’s no denying she’s a little self-conscious and a little aroused to have their eyes on her naked back profile.
 
“Cassie? What are you still doing in here?”
 
… Oh. Right. She probably should have just foregone a shower altogether if she didn’t want to arouse suspicion, shouldn’t she have? Thinking fast, Cassie looks over at the two, pretending like she’s just noticing them now. Luckily, neither seems to have noticed the distinct lack of steam coming from her shower. While she usually preferred hot showers, right now she had the water turned as cold as it could go in an effort to calm her rapidly beating heart and her altogether roaring furnace of a body.
 
“Hm? Oh, you two. Just before I was going to get in the shower, I got called away for something that couldn’t wait. I went and took care of it, and then I came back. But you two… what brings YOU to the showers this late? It’s been more than thirty minutes since Harry, and I finished his training for the day.”
 
Hah! Let’s see them answer that one! Cassie keeps the satisfaction off of her face, even though she’s feeling pretty damn smug at the moment for finding a way to throw it back in their faces. However, as the pair look at each other, and she realizes she can see traces of Harry’s cum all over their licked-clean faces and chests, Cassie has a moment of utter fear.
 
What if… what if they just come out and say it? She has absolutely NO clue what she’s going to say or do if they do that. If they just admit that they were fucking Harry in the next room over, she’ll be right back to square one, the one on the backfoot with absolutely no clue how to get out of it.
 
Luckily, that doesn’t happen. After exchanging that silent glance, Barbara and Artemis simply step forward, splitting up to take a shower on either side of Cassie. As they begin to clean themselves, Barbara is the first to answer, with Artemis quick to back her up.
 
“Oh, well… don’t tell Harry, but we only pretend to end our workouts early for his sake.”
 
“That’s right! We’re just… well, we don’t want to emasculate him, you know? So we make it seem like our workouts only last as long as his, do the cooldown workout and stretches with you guys, and then get back to it once he goes off to take his shower.”
 
“Yes, it’s actually quite normal for us to finish our workouts around this time. Usually, you’re done by now… that’s why we never catch each other.”
 
Ya know, it would honestly be quite believable, if Cassie hadn’t just watched the both of them not only get fucked in their cunts and asses, but fucking COMPETE over who had the tighter of their two holes. She almost wants to throw it back in their faces, ask them if they feel good about being the tightest cunt and the tightest asshole respectively.
 
But… no, her own morals stop her. Yes, that’s what stops her. Certainly not… a-anything else. In the end, Cassie murmurs out a sound of understanding, acting like she believes the two of them, and tries to ignore how both Barbara and Artemis occasionally lick themselves in odd places as they shower.
 
In the end, she tries to concentrate on scrubbing her own body under the icy spray from the cold shower… especially the blazing wet warmth down betwixt her thighs. She does her best to put all that she witnessed out of her mind… while knowing that she won’t be able to stop training Harry even after what she’d seen.
 
After all, Diana had asked her to keep an eye on the young man. What better way to do so than by pretending like she knew nothing and keeping herself… nice and close. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, after all.
 
… Not that Harry was an enemy. Artemis and Barbara both weren’t supposed to be either! She just… she’d keep an eye on things. Yes. That was all she really could do, at this point.

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