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Fire And Ice
By : Saber0
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Fire and Ice Part 5: Unexplored Dynamics
Note: Sorry this took so long, as I have no editor--my friend who was going to do it is an ER Nurse and, well (gestures at everything)--after I write a story, I do a quick re-read for obvious continuity/contextual errors and then I leave it alone until I’ve written at least one more story. After it’s had time to fade, then I do an actual edit on my own. With everything that’s been going on, this has been sitting unedited on my comp for three months now. The good news is that also means I have a few other stories (new series) coming out soon.

I also wrote the Zari chapter and while there was a lot I liked, it was mostly the campy fun of writing excerpts from Mick’s romance novel and I don’t feel I got enough of Zari’s personality to make it work as a separate entry. I really like Zari’s character so I definitely want to do her justice. I have at least one more planned that will resolve the dynamic between Frost, Caitlin and Mick, so I’ll probably use her in a smaller role there.

Ironically, Iris West-Allen wanted to run. Or hit something. Or maybe just scream. Without an outlet, the tension was starting to wear on her and she was the only one unable to contribute.
That was not exactly true. She had written an expose on the Thinker that, coupled with an impassioned plea, should galvanize the people of the city. It was a way that everyone could help save the day.
But of course, Barry always felt the need to shoulder every burden himself. He was too willing to martyr himself and so worried about anyone else getting hurt. And it was hard to argue with him after what had happened the last time they had a plan to stop deVoe.
Still, Iris needed to vent to someone and with her dad off chasing leads on Amunet’s missing stash, that meant Caitlin. Caitlin had stormed out of the meeting after confessing to making her own deal with Amunet and it was just a matter of how far she had gone down the pipeline.
Actually, now that I think about it, she probably needs to talk too. Ever since deVoe had neutralized Killer Frost, Caitlin had become desperate to restore her alter ego. Once at odds, their relationship had turned into a genuine partnership and their separation was taking a toll upon Caitlin.
I’m worried about what kind of self-destructive behavior she’ll sink to if she thinks it’ll bring back her dark side. Making deals with an enemy and using untested science, to say nothing of whatever she’s been doing to spike the emotions that used to bring out Frost. At some point she’ll cross a line she can’t take back. And if she’s willing to work with Amunet, I’m worried what she’ll try next...
Iris’s thoughts trailed off when she heard voices echo through the pipeline. Before she could call out, a pair of bodies came into view around the curve. She abruptly ducked behind an outcropping of machinery and cables and silently peeked.
Amunet sat on a bench-like area, naked from the waist down and eyes closed in ecstasy. She held Caitlin’s head firmly between her legs, her fingers tangled in the doctor’s wavy brown hair. Caitlin knelt on the ground and Iris belatedly realized that her hands were pinned together by pieces of Amunet’s metal. Amunet rocked her hips approvingly as Caitlin moaned into her crotch.
A constant sing-song of encouragement filled the pipeline. “Oh, my dear girl, that is just marvelous. Harder, right there, harder. Oooh, if only…” she groaned and twisted sharply on Caitlin’s hair, “if only you had been this amenable when you worked for me…ah! Yes!”
Her satisfied scream made Iris jump. Panting to regain her breath, the lunatic blonde cooed and stroked Caitlin’s hair, “Really Caity, I have to wonder why we didn’t do this sooner. After all, if your other half and I came to an arrangement, there’s no reason we couldn’t.”
Caitlin rocked back on her heels, her determined expression worryingly absent of hesitation or restraint. “That’s only because Frost was afraid of you.”
“Well then, what caused the change of heart?” Amunet collected some of the cum that dripped down Caitlin’s chin and teased her fingers across Caitlin’s lips. “After all, I’ve confessed that not only can’t I help you, I never did. I really don’t understand why you’d give into temptation now.”
Calmly sucking Amunet’s fingers clean, Cailtlin flashed a smirk that would have made Killer Frost proud. “You mean this isn’t the favor you wanted for helping out? Maybe I’m just seeing if she hates you enough to come back and freeze your ass.”
That’s not it, Iris thought to herself. Your first memory you shared with Frost was when she let Amunet fuck her to save your life. You’re trying to do the same thing! I mean, maybe it’ll work, but you’re still putting yourself in Amunet’s not so tender hands.
“You are just so adorable, Caity,” Amunet punctuated each word with a gentle shake of Caitlin’s head. “If we had the time, I would do such things to you…”
“Skip the foreplay and bring it, bitch.”
With a clattering of metal Amunet stood and summoned the familiar gauntlet around her hand. She gestured and the metal binding Caitlin’s wrists separated and then pulled the brunette upright, toes barely touching the ground. Amunet licked her lips as she looked Caitlin up and down and then smiled her too-wide grin.
“Killer Frost said much the same thing, but she was singing a different tune by the end.” She reached down with her unarmored hand and unbuttoned Caitlin’s jeans. Her long fingers shoved inside and Caitlin’s expression stiffened. After a moment Caitlin’s eyes fluttered and she was biting her lip in an obvious effort not to respond. “And it seems you’ve done some trimming since then. I do normally prefer a little more of a ‘grown-up’ look but I admit it feels marvelously smooth.”
Amunet giggled at the resistance and closed to kiss Caitlin, all without removing her hand or unsuspending Caitlin. Abruptly, she pulled away and sat back down, and with another snap of her fingers, Caitlin was pulled across her lap. Soon, she had Caitlin’s pants around the knees and was idly tapping her nails along Caitlin’s pale backside.
“Whatever differences you two may have, you do share the most delectable behind.” Iris could not see what Amunet did next but Caitlin’s face was tense with the effort to resist. From her unfocused eyes and flushed cheeks, it was a losing battle.
“You’re not the only one to notice,” she managed to gasp out, but Iris could tell it was the last shot before surrender. Any second now, her will would break, her eyes would roll into her head and Caitlin would be a limp, squealing mess in Amunet’s lap. It was only a matter of time.
Come on, come on, she’s almost there.
Abruptly, Iris realized she had begun groping her own breast through her shirt. For that matter, she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together and her other hand was dangerously close to the crotch of her pants. Shocked at her own behavior, Iris still could not tear her eyes away from the scene even as she chastised herself.
You’ve certainly enjoyed her kinky stories before, haven’t you? And you’ve never hesitated to fuck Barry or take matters into your own hands afterwards. And let’s not forget how tempted you were when Killer Frost was strapped into that machine. It’s no surprise that finally having a ring-side seat was going to affect you. As much as she tried to rationalize it, Iris’ guilt and a growing foreboding sapped away her arousal.
“Oh my. Have you two been experimenting?” Amunet’s eyes and grin widened. “Ooooo, now I am so very, very tempted.” The bucket full of metal fragments sitting next to Amunet rattled in excitement. “I can make so very many toys. Of such shapes and sizes…I never did push Miss Frost to her limits. I wonder how far I can take you.” Amunet’s armored hand cupped Caitlin’s jaw possessively even as her flesh and blood fingers eagerly molested Caitlin’s quivering butt. “Just how rough are you willing to play, Caity dear?” Long, phallic shapes clinked into shape as they rose eagerly from the bucket.
“I…I don’t care,” Caitlin gasped and Iris knew that it was not lust that drove her, but fear and desperation. With Frost gone and science having failed her, Caitlin had nothing else to fall back on. She was just grasping onto any option, no matter how degrading. “Do your worst.”
Actually, she’s probably punishing herself for failing to save Frost. Either she’s going to get herself hurt or she’ll finally do something she can’t forgive herself for. But I’m not going to let that happen.
Iris straightened her clothes and slipped around the curve of the pipeline and out of sight, hoping the echo would disguise how close she really was. “Caitlin! Are you there? We need to talk!”
Instantly the metallic sounds of Amunet’s power snapped into silence. “Oops. I think we’d both get in trouble if your little friend saw us right now.”
“Yeah. We wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re a troublemaker or anything,” Caitlin’s sarcasm was biting, but did not entirely conceal the tremble in her voice. “Just…tell Joe you know where to go.”
The rattle of the shards collapsing back into the bucket echoed for a minute. “Honestly, dear Caity, I do hope you bring back Frosty…the mouth on that girl…” Amunet trailed off thoughtfully. “And this definitely does not count as the favor you owe me.” There was the sound of a hand gently spanking flesh and the clomp of retreating boots.
Still, Iris hesitated, ostensibly to give Caitlin time to clean herself up, but also so that Iris would not have to start a very difficult and probably embarrassing conversation. Before she could make up her mind, Caitlin called out, “Come on Iris, I know you’re there.”
Trying not to let her reluctance show, Iris crept into view. Caitlin had pulled her pants back up and was wiping the sweat—and other fluids—from her face with the hem of her t-shirt. She looked up from the bench at which she sat and fixed Iris with a knowing look. “So…how much did you see?”
Blushing, Iris realized there was no point lying. “I’d say the important bits. I take it she doesn’t actually have the genetic stabilizer?”
“It won’t work. Turns out, it never worked. I just thought it did and my subconscious did the rest.” She gestured that Iris should take a seat next to her. “My actual subconscious, not Killer Frost. Your dad thinks that it’s all in my head.”
“Well, maybe you’ll listen to him. I always told you your connection was more psychological,” Iris pointed out. “It explains how you shared memories when you acted and felt like each other.”
“Yeah…I’ve been trying that.” Caitlin mumbled grudgingly, but she could not meet Iris’ eyes.
“Is that what you call what you just did? Because that didn’t look like something Killer Frost would do. In fact, she’d be pissed at how dangerous that was. She was always trying to protect you, Caitlin.”
Caitlin finally turned and looked at Iris and her eyes were hard with pain. “I know that! But I’m not going to abandon her when she finally needs me. And if that doesn’t work, maybe she’ll come back to save me. Or at least yell at me.”
“Is that why you were willing to let someone you hate do…that to you?” Even now Iris’s thoughts about Amunet’s legion of probing metal ‘toys’ filled her with a mix of perverse curiosity and fear—with a solid helping of shame and self-disgust. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Well, I don’t have a lot of options here, do I?” Caitlin’s voice continued to grow shriller and more bitter. “I’m not even sure what time Mick is in; no one has seen the Legends in weeks. While I’m sure Frost would enjoy me hooking up with someone random at a bar…I also don’t think she’d particularly care. If this is going to be about emotions, it has to mean something. No matter what it means.”
Before she could stop herself, Iris blurted out, “I could do it.”
Caitlin’s eyes widened in shock but there was a flash of interest before the cloud returned. At least, Iris hoped there was.
“If you need someone Frost had an interest in, I could do it.” Iris’ face burned and it was hard to look at Caitlin. “She hit on me a few times.” In fact, Frost had fingered her to orgasm. Twice. And made several promises—well, closer to extremely erotic threats—about what she planned to do to Iris given the chance. She finally met Caitin’s eyes and whispered, “It’s worth a shot.”
“Iris…you don’t—you don’t have to do this…” Caitlin trailed off but the faint flicker of hope was hard to hide. It was clear that neither she nor Iris was willing to address the unspoken attraction that had grown between them. More than Iris just living vicariously through Caitlin and Frost’s exploits, it had still never moved beyond lingering glances and suggestive smiles. Iris was pretty sure they had both at least thought about it, but neither of them acted on it or talked about it.
And Frost certainly wouldn’t shut up about it.
“Hey, I’ve been listening to you talk about all the fantastic and kinky sex you’ve been having for months. It’s about time I moved from the audience to the stage.” Iris hoped glib humor would cover the nervousness she felt at the prospect of an actual lesbian experience. Caitlin’s sexual horizons might have widened considerably, but Iris still considered herself straight and had never even considered it until recently.
Caitlin was clearly weighing the idea, but then she frowned. “What about Barry?”
Yeah, what about Barry? You know, your husband? It took this long to remember you’re a married woman.
Covering her embarrassment, Iris brushed off the concern before it derailed Caitlin even further. “Of course I’m going to ask Barry first. It’s basically a form of therapy, right?” Caitlin snorted skeptically but Iris pushed on. “Okay, hopefully very fun therapy. But even if he didn’t want Killer Frost to help fight deVoe, Barry cares about you as much as I do. He’d want to help you.”
Seeing Caitlin waver, Iris added, “Actually, if it’s okay with you, I’d want Barry to be there. Just so it doesn’t feel like we’re sneaking around behind his back.” She smiled brightly, hoping to convince herself as much as Caitlin. “Do you mind a spectator?”
“No…it's okay if Barry wants to watch.” Caitlin flashed a slightly goofy smile. “It wouldn’t even be the kinkiest thing I’ve done recently.”
“You told me about that Poker game orgy.” It was Iris’ turn to look away, as that particularly salacious story came to mind. Even if all the rumors about Sara Lance’s time travelling hedonism were true, it seemed that Caitlin and Frost had been racking up their own adventures.
They sat for a moment in silence and Iris began to plan how to bring the idea up with Barry, hopefully in a way where he would not overreact. Their sex life was not boring, but this was far outside either of their comfort zones.
“Iris?” While she still had an edge of worry, Caitlin’s features were set in determination. “If we do this—if Barry agrees—I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“What?” Certainly, some of Caitlin’s stories had mentioned anal play, but that was different than expecting Iris to do the deed herself. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a strap-on you can use.” Caitlin sighed but her expression remained certain. “Before this all happened, I was working up to it and I can’t think of anything else that Frost has done that I haven’t. Besides, she’s a butt-slut at heart.”
“The mouth on you,” Iris tittered.
“Yeah, Mick’s a bad influence.” Caitlin blushed deeply and the corner of her mouth twitched into a smirk. “Well, that one was Sara Lance, but he’s the one that popped Frost’s backdoor cherry, so you’d be in good company.”
“Thanks, I guess.” It was slowly dawning on Iris that Killer Frost had always focused on that particular part of her anatomy. In fact, Frost had promised to take Iris’s own anal virginity, which now—thankfully—seemed an idle threat. That fleeting touch had failed to inspire more than a mild curiosity in Iris, but Caitlin’s enthusiasm was making her second guess.
She brushed the thought aside and focused on Caitlin. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“For a while, I was planning on Mick to do the deed and trained accordingly. Trust me, I can handle that strap-on.” She laughed and said, “I’ll walk you through the beginning, but it’s pretty easy to be the one with the cock. Use enough lube and I’ll be cumming like crazy.”
“If you say so.” Iris resolved to do a little research on her own, just in case.
“If Frost’s memories are anything to go by, you’re going to fuck my brains out,” Caitlin persited in teasing.
“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me. Just give me a day or two to talk with Barry.”
Caitlin arched an eyebrow. “You’re real eager for that conversation, I can tell.”
“We’ve got a lot to talk about.” Such as letting everyone help fight the Thinker. “But for now, let’s just focus on getting the weapon we need to take down deVoe’s satellites.”
“And Amunet’s sudden and entirely predictable betrayal,” Caitlin added.

A little under a day and one disrupted weapons deal, an aborted double cross and an anti-satellite projectile later, Iris still had not found a way to bring up the idea.
However, Barry had agreed to let her publish the article last night and the results were already coming in. His spirits were up for the first time in weeks and things were only going to get more hectic. Even as Iris finished her morning shower, she realized it was now or never.
She leaned against the bathroom sink and stared into the mirror, hoping her reflection would suddenly be inspired with the right way to suggest…what? Consensual cheating? A ‘free pass’ in the name of saving the world? A front row seat for an amateur lesbian anal porn show?
Yeah, on top of everything else, how am I going to bring up that part?
Caitlin had been insistent and now that the idea had been planted in Iris’ head, she could not escape it. Last night after Barry had fallen asleep, she had started doing ‘research’ on her phone. What had started with ‘how to’ guides ended up a cross-sampling of relevant pornography. ‘Lesbian’ and ‘anal’ both being fairly popular categories, their intersection yielded a lot of returns that varied widely in quality and tone. She generally found porn to be formulaic and crude, but the idea itself still had a strange allure.
Beyond finally indulging whatever desires she and Caitlin had been hiding, Iris was going to fuck her. She had generally been in charge in the bedroom with all her lovers, no matter who was on top, but it would be different with a cock—even a rubber one. Not only that, she was going to fuck her friend—a quiet, compassionate, intelligent doctor—up the ass until Caitlin begged her to stop. Iris could already imagine looking down as her massive cock squeezed inside Caitlin’s tightest hole; she could picture the ecstasy on Caitlin’s face as she surrendered. Caitlin could let herself go, not to some psychopathic tormenter, but to a friend who could fuck her with passion and compassion.
Some of the videos were of women fucking men…I wonder if Barry would…fuck, I’m getting ahead of myself. Iris grinned ruefully and finished drying her hair. For all I know, he’ll want to fuck my butt. He certainly pays enough attention to it.
She was unsure about how she felt about that. So far, her only experience had been a quick grope from Killer Frost. It had felt wrong in all the best ways, but it was still a complicated memory. Barry had been in jail at the time and she had been lonely and turned on by Caitlin’s sexual adventures. Frost had taken advantage of that.
But I am still curious…and Caitlin and Killer Frost seem to genuinely crave it.
With a quick glance to check the bathroom door was closed, Iris turned around and dropped her towel. The soft fabric slid quietly to the ground and she carefully kicked it aside. Her eyes were drawn down past firm and slightly glistening breasts to the shining curls between her legs. With everything that had been going on, it had been a while since she had trimmed and the stubble at the edges was growing pronounced. She was going to have to do some cleanup before the special night.
Or I could just copy Caitlin and shave it all off. She had gone that way before, but it was just too much upkeep when the pace of your life was set by the fastest man alive. Over the past few years, her landing strip had slowly widened back out into a lush delta. She brushed her fingers through it and wondered if copying Caitlin would just be an attempt to capture some of the sexual vibrancy that had become a part of the superficially mild-mannered doctor.
Pushing off the decision, Iris turned around and examined her butt. It was ample enough to squeeze and filled out her pants nicely, but she would not say it was particularly big. Still, she had never had any complaints and her lovers always enjoyed holding on to it. Barry even occasionally kissed her cheeks during foreplay, although if he lingered, it was always just one step on a tour of her body. It was flattering but maybe he had always wanted more and had been too nice to ask.
Twisting and posing in the mirror, Iris’ hand gently crept closer until her fingertips grazed the object of her curiosity. She hesitated, but the temptation to explore this taboo could not be ignored. Her whole body tingled as she circled the tiny knot of muscle. Despite her recent shower, the flesh was dry and her finger pulled and stretched the skin around it in interesting ways. It did not compare to playing with her pussy, but still…there was something…
Unfortunately, the angle over her shoulder kept her from getting a good look. She finally got frustrated enough to bend over and use both hands to spread herself. It felt deliriously obscene and ridiculously exposed. Her earlier exploration had her puckered hole twitching and her pussy wet from more than the shower. Even her expression had a certain hunger to it. If Killer Frost could see her like this, Iris’ anal virginity would be counted in seconds.
And I probably couldn’t even muster a protest. She forced herself to stand up straight and wiped a hand down her face. Admit it, I’m not going to be able to go out there with a clear mind until I at least try.
One of the side-effects of marrying a speedster was a solid supply of lube. Barry’s current control over the Speed Force did not even compare to when he was accidentally lighting his clothes on fire. Still, he had a tendency to vibrate when he got excited and while that felt as incredible as it sounded, natural lubricants could not always keep up. Still, Barry kept a tight rein on his powers while they were intimate and they always used plenty of lube.
That’s probably why Barry’s never been interested in anything kinky. He’s always afraid I’ll get hurt. Maybe this whole thing with Caitlin will be good for him too. Get him to expand his horizons.
Saving that thought for later, Iris poured some lube onto two fingers. Setting aside the bottle, she leaned onto the counter and reached behind. Now her fingers slipped gently around her ass, dancing around and over the hole. She could feel the tightness loosen under the massage and soon her backside felt almost inviting as it squeezed at each passing fingertip. Iris bit her lip and fought back a moan that might carry through the bathroom door.
Just to be careful, Iris dripped a little more lube between her cheeks. She found herself looking into her reflection’s eyes as her index finger slowly circled her target and then finally slipped in. Her eyes widened and she quickly bit down on a hand towel. It did not hurt as much as she feared but it still felt strange—an almost indescribable intrusion that left her confused. And still curious.
She pulled back until only the first knuckle was squeezed inside the tight ring of muscle. Once that felt, if not normal, then comfortable, Iris curled that fingertip and pushed into further. She felt stretched and invaded, but she was still in control. Gradually, she started stroking her finger back and forth until it could not go any deeper. Letting that finger play inside of her, she focused on these strange new sensations.
More than anything else, it was the taboo that excited her, the thought behind it all rather than the physical sensation. She certainly was not close to cumming, but she could see how touching back here might add an extra layer onto another pleasurable activity. Iris still did not see why Caitlin was so obsessed, but she figured that if it came to it, she would not mind being on the receiving end of some anal play.
For a moment she considered trying a second finger, but her ass tensed and squeezed tightly at the new intruder and she came to her senses. I’m getting ahead of myself, she shook her head. I have to stop distracting myself and just go out there and talk to him.
Iris slid her finger out with a soft sigh, but her ass still felt slightly stretched and a little violated. She found herself wiggling her butt as she washed her hands. When she wiped between her legs and cheeks with a damp hand towel, her whole body positively tingled. It was not until she splashed cold water in her face and took several deep breaths that she felt calm enough to rewrap the towel around her body and talk to Barry.
Barry was sitting on the edge of the bed, scanning through the Citizen reader’s reports of deVoe sightings. He was so engrossed that it was not until Iris was standing right in front of him that he looked up. She slid next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He tilted back into her and hugged her with one arm while showing her the cell messages.
“I’m so sorry. Your idea is brilliant. Once Cisco and Caitlin get their hands on this data, we’re going to be able to chart his sightings and maybe even project where he appears next. I should never have hesitated.” While he had already apologized, his energetic smile was a great sign. Barry had been almost depressed once they lost both Ralph and Killer Frost and this was a badly needed win for them all.
“Speaking of Caitlin,” Iris started, seizing any lead into this conversation, “She and I might have a plan that might—might—get Killer Frost back.”
“Really?” If she thought he had looked upbeat before, he was now dangerously close to eager puppy levels. Which was not the worst thing for what she was about to suggest, as long as he did not rebound too hard in shock.
“Well, it’s the best, safest idea that she and I could come up with.” Barry hung onto her words, content to let Iris get to her point. “The thing is, both my Dad and I think her powers—and transformation—have always been the result of psychology, not Dark Matter Energy.”
“Okay. That makes sense with what Amunet said about the stabilizer she used.”
“Well, Caitlin usually transforms when she thinks and feels more like Killer Frost does, with particularly strong and primal emotions like fear and anger.” Iris swallowed nervously but pressed on. “And lust.”
Barry blinked. “What does this have to do with you?”
“Well, she’s certainly had a bunch of anger and fear running through her system for the past few days and rather than try and push things to unsafe levels, we’re going to try the other way. And since her usual partner isn’t around—”
“Wait. Is Caitlin seeing someone again? How come she hasn’t told us?” Barry’s confused expression was mixed with approval for Caitlin moving on and betrayal at being left out of the loop.
While it might be a misstep, Iris decided to be direct and honest. “Well, at our wedding, Killer Frost had a drunken hookup with…Mick Rory.” Well, mostly honest. He did not need to know that Caitlin had initiated the relationship and blacked out. Or any of the other salacious details.
“Heatwave?” Barry blinked, but moved quickly past his surprise. “I guess that makes a twisted kind of sense. They’re both unstable, violent and partially rehabilitated.”
“Uh, so…” Iris drew in a deep breath. “At some point, Caitlin started sleeping with him too.” She held up her hand to forestall an outburst. “I know, I know. But…I think there’s a lot more to him than you give him credit for. However weird a love triangle it might be, Mick’s treated them both with respect.”
Barry looked prepared to argue, but she cut him off again. “What Caitlin does not need right now is your judging her private affairs. The point is, the plan is for her to have wild passionate sex with someone Frost had an emotional connection to. And the obvious candidate has not been seen in this century in months.”
His brow wrinkled and then his expression darkened into embarrassed panic. “Are you asking me to have sex with Caitlin? Because she’s just a friend! And as far as I know, the only emotions Frost has expressed for me are hatred and general disdain.” Scratching nervously behind his ear, he cracked an awkward smile. “Or is this some kind of test?”
Iris found herself laughing and hugged her husband. “No, no. I’m not crazy.” Although you may change your mind about that in a minute. “I think I have to fuck Caitlin.”
“You?” Barry was dumbfounded and she charged ahead while he was still digesting the idea.
“Yeah….so…Caitlin and I have been hanging out a lot, especially while you were in jail and she was figuring out how to find a balance with Frost. And Frost might have made some…suggestive comments about me. Apparently, I have a ‘very fuckable body.’”
A laugh reluctantly broke through Barry’s confusion and concern and he theatrically looked her up and down. “Well, I can’t say I disagree.” The laugh trailed off and his mouth worked as he considered what to say, settling on, “I did not know you were into women.”
“I wasn’t; this would be a first for me. And you have to admit Caitlin is cute.” She snorted when his face went instantly blank. “That wasn’t a test. Be honest. If she wasn’t your friend, you’d think she was a wholesome little hottie.” Iris had already decided Barry did not need too many of his perceptions shattered, especially as to his friend’s not so-innocent nature.
“Sure,” Barry drawled. “But I’m not entirely sure how I feel about the two of you together. Even if it is ‘for science.’”
“Technically, it could help save the world,” Iris joked before taking on a serious tone. “But really, I think without Frost—or Mick, I guess—Caitlin has to feel pretty alone and isolated right now. Even if this doesn’t work, she needs some human kindness and interaction.”
“But still…”
“She’s a good person, Barry. She was already worried about how you feel. We want you to be there too.” She winked at his third dumbfounded expression that morning. “As an observer, of course.”
“I guess that’s understandable….” He breathed deep. “You really think this will help her?”
“Yes, and if you want, we can call this a free pass. The next time you have to have sex with another superhero for ‘saving the day’ purposes, I’m okay with it. Of course, as long I get to watch.”
They shared a laugh and hugged again. Then Barry held her at arm’s length. “Wait, didn’t your free pass with Eddie used to be Oliver?”
“That was before I met him. I mean, he’s still stupid hot, in that ‘my muscles are built on pain’ way. I mean, I’m totally down if you think he and Felicity are into wife-swapping.”
“You’re joking.”
“Why not, the two of you had great chemistry with all that sweet awkward nerdiness—” Iris finally broke out into giggles at his expression. “Of course, I’m joking.” Although, it’s certainly hot to think about…
“Good, because there’s only so much my heart can take.” Barry wiped his forehead theatrically.
“Okay, but seriously now,” Iris locked eyes with him, “what about Caitlin? You saw how stressed and desperate she was yesterday. Even if this doesn’t work, we can at least show her how much we care about her.”
“By having sex with her,” he pointed out, but he gave it some serious consideration. After a minute, Barry shrugged. “I can’t see how I can refuse to help. And it's not like you’ll be cheating on me. Just promise you won’t leave me for her, okay?” His tone was sly, but there was just the barest undertone of worry.
Iris kissed his forehead and held him by the shoulders. “You are the love of my life and I think that love is strong enough that I can admit that I’m attracted to another woman. A woman who happens to be our friend and who needs our help badly enough that I’m asking you to let me share just a fragment of it with her. This is going to be a first for everyone involved, Barry, and if anyone, including you is uncomfortable, we’ll stop and talk about it. Nobody wants to hurt anyone; this is supposed to be about healing.”
“If you say so, but I’ll point out you’re the one who gets to sleep with the sexy doctor while I get to watch. It doesn’t quite seem fair,” Barry teased as he hugged her tight.
Pushing him back, Iris stood up and took a few steps away, feeling a little extra sway in her recently explored behind. “I’m pretty sure a front row seat for some top-shelf lesbian experimentation is a dream come true for most straight males.” She savored his hungry eyes enjoying the skin exposed by her towel and cocked a pose with hands on hips. “Buuuut…if that’s not good enough, I suppose I can sweeten the deal right now.” She smiled, unwrapped her towel and let it drop.
I don’t know what I was worried about. The poor guy never had a chance.

Compared to Iris’ normal duties at the Citizen and generally just being a voice of calm for Team flash, organizing a ‘sleepover’ was relatively simple. If Barry was surprised that they visited Caitlin’s apartment just a few nights later, he did his best to hide it. For her part, Iris tried to tamp down any lingering nerves and insecurities.
All things considered; Iris fretted the most about what to wear. She felt compelled to dress up, but really, how long were they going to be wearing clothes? Finally, she settled on fancier underwear and a pretty blouse and slacks that flattered her figure without being overt about what the night entailed. She did do her makeup well enough for a night on the town and of course, she took extra effort on more ‘personal’ grooming.
She blushed a little as she considered the ‘extra’ preparation she had taken in case things went in an unexpected direction tonight. Barry mistook it for worry and gave her a quick hug outside Caitlin’s door. “I’m nervous too. Did you ever think we’d ever do something like this?” Of course, he had gotten away with slacks and a button-down shirt that looked comfortable without being too casual.
Then again, he’s only supposed to watch, so maybe he’s not worried about how he looks.
“Nope. I mean, I guess there’s been the odd fantasy about other people, but I certainly never thought anything would actually happen.” Iris straightened her blouse and smiled as Caitlin opened the door. “Thanks for having us over, Caitlin.”
“Well, I probably should be thanking you,” she ushered them in and locked the door. Caitlin wore a dress that while not exactly clinging, was not going out of its way to hide her curves. Otherwise, it was conservative enough for work and its dark coloration suited her well.
Although it probably would look even better on the floor.
Keeping that thought to herself, she made small talk while Caitlin guided them in and offered drinks. There was even the same brand of wine they had shared every time Caitlin recounted the latest Killer Frost fiasco. As Iris took her usual seat, the familiar patterns sapped away at the awkwardness that pervaded the scene.
Caitlin took her usual spot across from Iris and and Barry settled into a cushioned chair to one side. Unable to get tipsy, he took a beer more for taste than any loosened inhibitions. However, after the first sip, he nodded in appreciation and inspected the label. “This is actually pretty good.”
“I keep some for…a friend. None for me right now, without Frost’s extra caloric needs, I’ve had to cut back on the carbs.”
“Mick has pretty good taste then.” Barry hid his face behind the beer, but Iris could see the hint of a smile in response to Caitlin’s nervous cough. “Hey, you’re a grown-up; who you choose to spend time with is your business. And Mick’s come a long way since he joined the Legends.”
Caitlin sighed in relief and chuckled. “I think so. Last time I saw him, he was actually writing a novel.”
“Crime thriller?”
“Sci-fi romance. Three-breasted purple amazons included.” Caitlin smiled and colored nicely while Barry shook his head in disbelief. “It was actually pretty good.”
Iris interrupted, “And I’ve got the first crack at it once he finishes it and comes back to 2018.” Abruptly, she realized that pointing out Mick’s prolonged absence was not going to help Caitlin right now. “Sorry,” she started before Caitlin brushed it aside.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re doing this for me.” She looked directly at Barry. “Both of you.”
“Iris was pretty convincing and well, I can totally understand how desirable she can be.”
Blushing, Iris looked her husband up and down. “You’re pretty cute too, you know. Let’s not pretend you haven’t had plenty of sweetly awkward girls just falling all over you.”
Caitlin chimed in, “Patty, Linda, even Felicity for a little bit.”
“Nothing ever happened with Felicity and me!”
“Please, you two were just disgusting, tripping over your words and getting caught up in your cleverness. In fact, other than Iris,” Caitlin gestured with her wine glass, “You clearly have a type.”
“How did you get left off the list Caitlin?” Iris teased. “Was it insufficient nerdiness or awkwardness?”
“Clearly it was that my sweetness is a façade; as evidenced by how well my inner bad-girl and I got along.” Caitlin may have joked it away but Iris could tell she was avoiding the subject.
“Really? There wasn’t ever anything between you before Barry and I got together? No idle flirting while crime-fighting? Never had a late night alone at the Labs?” Both Barry and Caitlin avoided her gaze. “Come on, you know I’ve had sexual thoughts about the both of you and if tonight goes according to plan, I’ll have slept with the both of you. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It wasn’t anything, not really.” Barry shrugged helplessly. “I mean, Caitlin was pretty and paying attention while you still thought of me as a brother, so I can’t deny there weren’t fantasies. But that’s as far as it went. Besides, she was still grieving over Ronnie.”
“And Barry has always been in love with you. I was never going to mess with that,” Caitlin added, although she seemed to be giving Barry a speculative once-over. “I won’t say I didn’t take a long look during some of his physicals, though. You’re a lucky lady, Iris.”
Now it was Barry’s turn to flush and the two women clinked wine glasses. “Oh, I’m aware.”
“Honestly, the closest we ever came was when I took him out to a karaoke bar that first year.” Barry groaned and hid his face. “Yeah, that time. I got drunk and if he hadn’t met Linda, I probably would have tried a lot harder to get him to stay over. Don’t worry, he was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t even peek.”
“I would never have advantage of you like that.”
“Well, if you could get drunk like a normal person, we might have taken advantage of each other and gotten some amazing sex out of it.” Caitlin shot back and finished her glass.
“You certainly enjoyed your last drunk hookup.” Iris poured them both more wine. “Tell Barry how you spent the day of our wedding.”
Grimacing, Caitlin drank half her glass in a single motion and rolled her eyes. “I woke up naked on the floor of the Stein’s living room, with no clue as to what happened other than a full-frontal face full of Mick Rory.” She accepted the laughter at her expense and then sighed at the memory. “I spent half the Crisis trying to figure out how to talk to him about it without getting so mad I turned back into Frost and started it all over again.
“Apparently, I also have a type and it’s guys who light themselves on fire.” She fixed Iris with an Icy stare that would have done her alter-ego proud. “And anyone who says the phrase ‘super villain fetish’ will be promptly kicked out of my apartment regardless of the consequences.” Iris’ only response was to make a face.
Barry looked back and forth between the two women and nodded in confirmation. “I see you two have gotten pretty close then.” Unconsciously tugging at his collar, he asked, “So, when did you, um know you were interested in each other?”
Iris bit her lip and took the time to formulate her thoughts. “I don’t think we ever actually said anything about it until the current situation. I think for my part, I just got caught up in Caitlin talking about the difficulties balancing her and Frost’s sex lives.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Caitlin jokingly pouted. “I’m sorry that Killer Frost supercharging my libido and releasing my latent bisexuality had such an effect upon your sex life. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for what I’ve done to you while you were cheering me on the whole time.” For Barry’s benefit, she added, “Your wife was the one that recommended that both of my personalities should be fucking Mick Rory.”
His eyebrows shot up and he threw a questioning glance toward Iris. “Like you didn’t enjoy being the bad girl for a change. Besides at least you’re legitimately bisexual. You’re the only woman I’ve ever been attracted to.”
“I uh, didn’t mean to stir things up,” Hurrying to forestall an argument that was in no danger of forming, Barry looked like he was ready to leap from his chair.
Caitlin topped off her glass even though it was not empty and offered the bottle to Iris. “We’re just teasing. I needed that push to stop trying to fight the feelings that Frost brought out in me and actually enjoy them. Frost and I would never have started to learn from each other and work as a team without Iris.”
“And I can’t deny that it wasn’t thrilling to hear all the wild stories.” Iris admitted. “Trust me, you reaped some of the rewards when I got home after a chat with Caitlin.”
“How wild?” Even when they had been talking about his own love life, Barry had not looked this concerned.
The women exchanged glances and Caitlin lost. “Fairly wild. Sara Lance turned one of Cisco’s game nights into strip poker. I’ve slept with both men and women and had a threesome. Maybe a foursome—I kind of tag-team with Frost. And uh, I’ve discovered some kinks I didn’t know I had.”
“All that because of Mick Rory?” For all that Caitlin had downplayed her escapades, Barry was still distressed at realizing how wrong his perception of Caitlin turned out to be. Although by now, she was probably used to that.
“I mean, he was encouraging, but a lot of it was my idea.”
Or mine.
“And the rest was stuff I knew I wanted, but wasn’t brave enough to talk about.”
Iris stood up and crossed the room to her husband. Laying a hand on his arm and looking deep into his eyes, she said, “I’m totally happy with our sex life, but I want you to know, I’m willing to listen to anything you want to try.” Looking down at his crotch, she smiled and Barry quickly crossed his legs in a feeble attempt to conceal his erection. “And it looks like you’re certainly interested in tonight. There’s never any harm in talking about it.”
“Honestly, once I stopped about trying to divide the idea of nice, innocent vanilla Caitlin and all the nasty things Frost wanted to do, I began really enjoying my life for the first time since Ronnie died.” Her face pale and withdrawn, Caitlin shrunk back into herself as she remembered why they were here. “And maybe I wouldn’t miss it so much.”
Barry gently pushed Iris toward their friend and nodded. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll try and loosen up. But tonight is supposed to be about Caitlin and what she needs.”
Mouthing ‘I love you,’ Iris returned to the table and hugged Caitlin tightly. She could feel her body warm not just from the alcohol. Maybe it was the memory of how Frost usually felt, but Caitlin was almost feverish. As they parted, she trembled and Iris recognized the excitement in her eyes. An excitement which had its match inside her.
“That’s probably enough talk. Maybe we should move onto the main event.”
“Good idea.” Caitlin finished the last drops in her wineglass and set it carefully down on the table. She shook her head once to clear it but her eyes were still bright and focused. “Maybe we should get to it. Any more and Barry might have to dress me in my PJs and put me to bed again.”
“I didn’t peek!”
Caitlin just rolled her eyes and started to walk toward the bedroom. Halfway there she started to lower the zipper down the back of her dress. She winked over her shoulder. “This time, you’re allowed to.”
Barry glanced quickly at Iris but she had already set aside her unfinished wineglass and started following. By the time he joined them, Caitlin was wriggling out of her dress. She smirked over her shoulder as she pulled her arms free and slid the dress down to her hips.
Iris had seen her naked body before—repeatedly, thanks to Killer Frost’s exhibitionism—but never as a strip tease. Caitlin teased the fabric of the dress back and forth, letting it cling to every inch of her curves as she worked it down over her hips. And when her panties revealed a pale expanse of skin and the bare cleft of her butt, Iris was only slightly less surprised than Barry.
“Is that the set you wore for the poker game?” She had heard the description of this particular outfit and had even had a cell pic of it laid out on that bed, but Iris had not anticipated actually getting to see it on Caitlin’s body.
“Yeah. Frost picked it out and I knew you were curious, so…” Caitlin stepped out of her dress and slowly pirouetted. A rich, royal blue—Frost’s favorite hue—the lingerie did everything to enhance Caitlin’s assets and nothing to conceal them. The panties were a collection of thin straps that framed rather than covered her ass and pussy and the half cups of the bra did not reach her nipples. The eyes were naturally drawn to her shaved mound and pierced nipples.
The shocked silence from Barry finally broke into a low whistle of appreciation. In all her excitement, Iris had forgotten that they neglected to tell him about Frost’s influence on Caitlin’s personal grooming and accessories. “In exchange for Frost becoming one of the good guys, Caitlin’s been indulging her bad-girl self. I think they look rather cute.”
There was just the slightest bit of uncertainty in Caitlin’s cocky, teasing voice. “I think Barry just doesn’t know how to deal with me if I’m not the innocent, virginal gal-pal he’s always treated me as.” It was clear that whatever attraction she may or may not have had for him, his approval mattered greatly to Caitlin.
Coughing nervously, Barry finally cracked his signature boyish smile. “It’s unexpected, but yeah, you wear it well.” His eyes continued to explore the view enthusiastically.
“Well, I’m not sure I can beat that, but…actually, Barry, can you give me a hand?” Iris finally tore his gaze away, but once he saw what his wife intended, he moved to her side almost at super-speed. “Remember valentine’s?”
“Ooh,” his hands slid along Iris’ sides and caressed her hips. He flashed a smile toward where Caitlin perched on the bed. “You’re in for a treat. Iris looks amazing in red.”
“She looks amazing in most things.” Caitlin’s hand idly stroked between her breasts. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
His response was only to keep touching Iris, sharing his love for her body. A gentle tug freed her blouse and Barry slowly lifted the hem up and over her breasts. Beneath, the fabric was a vibrant, lacy scarlet that was just see through enough to show the contours of her torso. The underwire firmly cupped her breasts and even if their dark outline was not visible, the perky peaks of her nipples were hard to miss. Plunging décolletage almost reached her navel and thin shoulder straps did their best to hold the ensemble tight against her. Iris lifted her arms and Barry took care to protect her hair and makeup when he pulled the blouse over her head.
Iris kept her eyes on Caitlin throughout, basking in the approval—no, the hunger—that radiated off of the other woman.
When Barry kissed her neck and cupped her breasts, she found her hands returning the favor, pulling his hips—and his erection—tight against her. He tugged gently on the straps to lift her breasts higher and began to kiss down her mostly bare back. The teddy was designed to fit beneath a fairly low-cut dress and plunged almost to her tail bone. Iris’s hands trailed up as he descended, keeping contact as he unbuttoned her pants. The hips were cut high enough that his thumbs were already touching bare skin as he grasped either side of the pants and started to roll them down her hips.
Previously, this would have revealed a dark patch between her legs, but Iris had finally decided to emulate Caitlin and shave completely. Not that Barry could see or Caitlin would notice. In fact, this was the most she would have ever seen of Iris’ body. Unless she peeked at me showering that one time.
When the pants reached the floor, Barry patiently waited for her to step out and then tossed them aside. He promptly kissed his way up the back of her leg and predictably lingered on her butt. Both cheeks received attention and while the teddy provided some coverage, Barry found plenty of skin to kiss. For a moment, she luxuriated in the frank and considerate attention he always heaped onto her, but finally, Iris returned to the matter at hand.
“Okay, Bare, I think it's time you started watching.”
His sheepish smile always warmed her heart and in a flash of super-speed, he returned with a chair. “I’ll just be quiet over here.”
Caitlin’s eyes were sharp and her mostly bare chest was flush with excitement. “I didn’t mind. You two are so hot and sweet and fucking wholesomely sexy. If this was just about having fun, I would have been happy being the one watching.”
That idea sparked like electricity in Iris’ libido. She glanced at Barry one last time, who had loosened the top few buttons and was watching intently. Certainly, any fears that he would react with jealousy or envy were unfounded. “I think that’s getting ahead of ourselves. Now it’s time for us.”
Iris slowly straddled Caitlin’s legs and reached out to cup her face. There was no hesitation as she reached up and pulled into the kiss. It was…intense. For one thing, Caitlin was feverishly hot and her lips constantly attacked Iris’. Yet it was different: softer, more intimate than any kiss she had ever had with a man—even Barry.
As their lips locked, their hands explored. Caitlin seemed intent on touching every inch of Iris that she could reach—clothed or not. Her hands danced from waist to legs to the back of the neck, stroking and squeezing every inch.
Iris’ fingers traced down Caitlin’s chest, grazing the hard metal in her nipples before sliding to her ribs. From there, they found their way past her hips to cup the soft fullness of her ass. Iris took full advantage of the open-backed underwear to thoroughly explore the territory that was tonight’s focus. When Iris’s fingertips finally reached her tight and eager hole, Caitlin broke the kiss and groaned into Iris’ hair.
Yet it was not one sided and Iris felt her grip tighten on Caitlin’s ass as she slid the teddy’s straps off Iris’ shoulders and let the cups fall away. Iris’ breasts were barely free before Caitlin’s lips latched on to a nipple, sucking and twisting it with her tongue. Soon, Iris’s grip slackened and Caitlin took that opportunity to twist them down onto the bed.
Now pinned beneath Caitlin, Iris laid back and let the good doctor go to work. Her eager tongue and strong nimble hands continued to tease Iris’ body until it was helpless in desire. Caitlin did not even wait to remove the teddy; instead she pulled the flimsy fabric aside from Iris’ slick and shaven pussy. Her eyes lit up and she glanced along Iris’ supple flesh until they locked eager gazes.
“You’re just so gorgeous, Iris.” Caitlin’s fingers traced the edge of Iris’ pussy while her other hand stroked from the hip to the crease next to Iris’ newly smooth mound. She was constantly licking her lips, as if barely restrained from diving in. “You’re just so perfect and composed and confident. There was always a part of me that wanted to see what was under it all.”
Iris gasped and closed her eyes as Caitlin slipped between her folds. She was already wet but Caitlin’s attention had her thighs slick. It was all she could do to play with her breasts and widen her legs to enjoy the ride. “Oh my god, why didn’t we try this sooner?”
“Well, aside from your husband—” Caitlin’s eyes flickered to the side, but Iris could not spare the attention, “—who is more than okay with it, I think I was afraid to risk our friendship.” She plunged an extra finger inside and began to daintily circle Iris’ clit with her tongue. In between licks, Caitlin added, “And you were too comfortable watching from the sidelines. Didn’t want to get dirty yourself.”
“You…you’ve shown me…oh, oh yes…the error of m-my ways!” Iris hissed beneath clenched teeth as an orgasm—hopefully only the first tonight—rocked her body. With Caitlin’s mouth locked onto her clit and fingers working their magic inside her pussy, it carried on for a bit until Iris sighed in release. When she caught her breath a second later, Caitlin was primly licking her fingers clean, her eyes flashing with smugness.
“You’re probably right,” Iris confessed in between deep breaths. “If nothing else, I think Barry and I are going to be more adventurous in the bedroom after tonight.” She glanced over and saw that Barry was sitting comfortably. He had stripped to his boxers and his hand rested closely to his tented bulge. “If that’s okay with you, Bare.”
“Well, I’m not sure this kind of thing will be a regular habit,” he shrugged, “no matter how hot it is. But…Caitlin’s right. There’s no sense hiding from who you really are and what you want to be.”
Iris’ thanks were cut off as Caitlin’s pale pussy filled her view. Caitlin straddled her head and was now looking down with a sexy confidence. “On that note, I’d really like it if you returned the favor. It absolutely has been a fantasy of mine to shut that bossy mouth of yours and put it to better use.”
Now that sounds like something Killer Frost would say. And Iris found herself complying before she realized it, catching Caitlin’s descending hips and raising her face to the proffered treat. Right after the sour sweetness hit her tongue, Iris realized she had never even tasted herself before. Still, it was better than the bland bitterness of semen and if it got all over her face, at least there was no pressure to swallow it all.
Despite Iris’ uncertainty, it was clear that Caitlin was enjoying her inexperienced efforts. It was actually hard to keep a steady pace because of the gentle rocking of Caitlin’s hips. In the end she pulled her face tight into Caitlin’s needy pussy and focused all effort onto long, strong licks, stopping only to tease Caitlin’s clitoris.
A few times she slipped a little further back and came perilously close to Caitlin’s asshole. While Caitlin would have certainly liked that—to say nothing of Killer Frost—it was outside of Iris’ comfort zone. Caitlin seemed not to notice her hesitation and when the hips riding her face realigned themselves, Iris redoubled her effort.
Yet, nothing seemed to be able to push Caitlin over the edge. Besides wanting to bring pleasure to her friend, Iris was not used to failing at tasks she set her mind to. If she was going to do some lesbian experimentation, she was damn well going to be a good lesbian. The next time Caitlin’s body began to tense, she abandoned everything else and sucked hard and long on Caitlin’s clit. The moment she thought she was about to succeed, Caitlin’s hands stopped pulling her head closer and gently pushed her away.
Iris looked up in confusion as Caitlin rocked back until her butt rested on Iris’ breasts. “Was something wrong? …Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no. I could ride your face forever, Iris.” Caitlin was sweating and splotches of pink darkened her heaving chest. “I just, uh, want to draw this out. I always fought to hold off every orgasm, to delay as much as I could before Killer Frost showed up.”
“But we want her to come,” Iris protested.
“And I need to be in the right mindset.” Caitlin shook her head and rolled off of Iris and the bed and onto unsteady feet. “We should get to the main event.”
Iris wanted to argue but she could not find the words. Something about this approach just seemed off. Sure, everything about this night was strange and an unlikely long shot, but Iris’ instincts told her that Caitlin was thinking about this wrong.
Caitlin reached under the bed and pulled out a medium sized box. Inside Iris could see a variety of sex toys: plugs and vibrators of various sizes, the Uninhibitor Collar, a set of handcuffs and two bottles of lube.
And a white strap-on and harness.
It was fairly long—almost eight inches—with a ribbed girth that Iris would never have feared to take vaginally, but already caused her own ass to clench in imagined sympathy. The base hooked through the harness into a nub positioned to stimulate the wearer. As Caitlin picked it up, Iris could see that the shaft was firm but flexible.
“Want some help getting it on right?” Caitlin’s smile was sweet and suggestive, but her eyes still had an edge of anxiousness that worried Iris.
“Sure.” She quickly slipped the teddy the rest of the way down her legs and stepped into the harness. Caitlin guided the nub up and against Iris’ pussy; not deep enough for full penetration but positioned so that even the tiniest motion of the shaft was conducted to her most sensitive parts. As Caitlin tightened the straps, each tug ground her clit against the soft plastic and wiggled the nub inside her. She bit her lip in excitement as Caitlin made the final adjustments.
“There you go.” Caitlin nodded, pleased at her handiwork. “What do you think, Barry?”
Iris spun in a slow circle which set the strap-on rocking gently. In fact, every shift of her hips flexed its base in new and interesting ways. The two rear straps bracketed her behind, actually covering less than Caitlin’s panties. They stood out in sharp, white contrast against the dusky tones of her ass. Iris ended her modeling with a strong pat on her ass that was just short of being a spank.
“Uh…wow. That’s certainly a new look.” Barry was already blushing and he really had no idea what was coming next.
“Bare, why don’t you just strip down the rest of the way? It’s nothing either of us hasn’t seen before.”
“If you think so.” In a flash, he was naked and self-consciously trying not to look like he was hiding his erect cock while actually trying to hide it. “Don’t be shy. You’re getting a free show, you might as well pay for the ticket. Besides, I know you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” With a conscious effort, he moved his hands to the side and let his cock hang free. It was longer than several of her previous lovers’ and if it was not the thickest Iris had seen it was certainly a good fit for her.
Both of them turn to Caitlin who had also stripped down completely. Perhaps she was just playing it up for a friend but she licked her lips and winked at Barry. “Looks great from here, Barry. Very…heroic.”
Iris hugged her from behind and jokingly tapped Caitlin’s hip with the strap-on. “Hey now. That’s mine.” She whispered in Caitlin’s ear and squeezed a supple butt cheek. “And so is this.”
“Give a girl a cock and she suddenly forgets about foreplay.” Caitlin brushed off Iris’ expression. “I’m kidding. Just lube it up,” she whispered and pressed the bottle into Iris’ hands. “No such thing as too much.”
It was a very different feeling to caress a cock when it was attached to your body. Her hips involuntarily followed every stroke of her hand and Iris found herself fondling it even after it was thoroughly covered. Caitlin raised an eyebrow in amusement and Iris blushed. She glanced back at Barry one last time and said, “I see why you guys can’t stop playing with these things. For that matter, just because you’re watching doesn’t mean we expect you not to enjoy yourself.”
“Are you sure?” Barry grinned.
“I’d like to see how hard you can get…even if Iris won’t share,” Caitlin pouted theatrically.
She was already lying on the bed, a pillow elevating her hips while she spread lube around her ass. Iris watched in fascination as two fingers easily squirmed inside without any discomfort. Her slippery asshole seemed greedy to devour whatever it could get and Caitlin was even more entranced than Iris. Her breathing intensified and her eyes were squeezed shut in rapturous concentration. Every small thrust of her fingers rippled intensely along her whole body, from curling toes to rocking hips to the satisfied toss of her hair.
Finally, Caitlin exhaled slowly and opened her eyes to look at Iris. She scrambled blindly for a small hand towel that lay on the bed and cleaned her fingers. “I…I’m good. How do you want me? Doggy-style or face-to-face.”
“Would Killer Frost have given me the choice?”
Caitlin’s eyes narrowed in irritation and she reluctantly hissed, “Fuck.” She quickly flipped over and lifted her knees to either side of her chest. Her sopping pussy and greased anus were on full display and practically begged for Iris to touch them. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I won’t,” Iris sauntered over, guiding her cock between Caitlin’s legs. Both their voices were husky with desire, but there was an extra hitch in Caitlin’s. Now that the moment came, Iris realized she was no longer worried or frightened by the desperate need in Caitlin’s eyes—only turned on. Now, she was the one taking advantage, the one filling Caitlin’s need. The one finally taking all her friend had left to give.
And yet…part of her did not want to make it easy and even as Caitlin tensed for this first entry, Iris shifted for a higher target. Caitlin was so wet and ready that the strap-on was buried to its base inside her pussy with the slightest push. The feeling of Iris’ hips crashing firmly against Caitlin’s thighs was only overmatched by the motion transferred by the internal nub. While Caitlin squeaked in surprise, Iris could only make a throaty growl of excitement.
“Wrong hole,” gasped Caitlin in a weak voice, but she still ground her pelvis against Iris’ thighs.
Iris partially withdrew but plunged in again hard enough to jiggle Caitlin’s tits and set her piercings flashing hypnotically. After pulling her close enough to kiss between sweaty breasts, Iris released Caitlin back onto the bed and let the roll of their hips twist either end of the dildo. The flex and flow had Iris groaning with each thrust and Caitlin trembled with the effort of restraining her orgasm. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re not the only one who has imagined this moment.”
“Not the…not the point!” Then, Caitlin’s eyes rolled and her petulance collapsed entirely, confirming Iris’s suspicion that her concentration had been fading. She eagerly matched Iris’ thrusts, their bodies synchronized into an erotic dance. That was all the encouragement Iris needed to tighten the embrace; their nipples danced against each other as their breasts were squeezed tight between their writhing bodies. Soft, strong thighs suddenly wrapped themselves around Iris’ waist and Caitlin’s whole body rocked with pleasure as a sudden rush of fluid coated the junction between them. Their excited pace slowed to match the undulations of Caitlins’ pleasure.
Despite the energy of their coupling, Iris did not achieve quite enough stimulation—physical or psychological—to achieve her own orgasm before Caitlin’s body relaxed. She was still considering her options when Caitlin cracked open an eye. Even though Caitlin still squirmed in the afterglow, the intensity of her gaze slowed Iris’ pace to a halt. “Do it.” Through deep panting breaths, she growled. “Fucking do it, or I’ll rip it off of you and show you how it’s done.”
Iris blanched and backed away from her friend. “Uh…” Her protests wilted under the burning need of Caitlin’s desire. The very idea of Caitlin turning the tables sent tingles down her spine, not all of them of worry. She braced herself and took the strap-on in hand. Reminding herself of its presence helped restore Iris’ confidence. “Sorry, I got greedy.”
Caitlin flashed a forgiving smile, but then her expression turned predatory. “I understand the temptation, but if you don’t fuck my ass—right now—I will not be responsible for my actions.”
As Iris returned, Caitlin resumed her position. Her pussy gaped and oozed obscenely, but Iris’ attention was drawn lower, to the asshole that awaited its turn. Iris was reminded of looking at her own in the mirror, but now Caitlin’s was slick with lube and nearby cum and twitching in an open invitation. It still looked too tight for the plastic cock, but the earlier attention left it twitching and ready to try.
Carefully aligning the strap-on with Caitlin’s anus, Iris’s hand gently applied pressure until that knot of muscle popped around the head. She paused, waiting for a complaint, a curse—any sign of pain. Instead, all she heard was a deep sigh of contentment. Before she could react, Caitlin pushed herself down and deeper onto the strap-on. Iris started to recoil but a fierce hiss encouraged her to reverse the motion.
For all her preparations—to say nothing of whatever anal experiences Killer Frost had had—Caitlin’s ass still squeezed tightly onto the strap-on. If Iris’ pace was not steady, she also knew better by now than to relent and inch by inch she fought the slight resistance. Finally, there was no deeper to go, but Caitlin still squirmed against her, driving their hips together and flexing the dildo between them. After a few seconds of futile struggle, Caitlin sighed and relaxed against the bed.
Iris hesitated, staring down at the body that still shook with the desire to impale itself further. Flush with energy, Caitlin’s eyes were squeezed tight and her breath came in ragged pants. Her skin was pale, but humanly so and the flush was prominent on her face and across her chest. There was not even a single strand of silver in her hair and her body practically burned against Iris. There was a nervous eagerness in this moment that worried Iris and all her misgivings returned.
“What are you waiting for?” Caitlin hissed through clenched teeth as a hint of madness peeked through her slitted eyes. “Fuck me.”
It was clear that there would be no argument and Iris knew the only way out was through this. Using Caitlin’s thighs for grip, Iris withdrew almost to the tip and hearing an eager whine, pushed it home again. Caitlin’s hands twisted in the sheets in a white-knuckled grip and her legs locked around Iris’ waist even tighter than before. Her whole body arched with the effort to meet and deepen Iris’ thrusts.
Despite the intent to take things firmly but gently, soon Iris matched Caitlin’s energy and they were humping with disturbing intensity. Any initial concerns about how hard a pounding Caitlin could take imploded as each impact sent increasing tremors through her own pussy and pulled the straps against the sides of her labia. When one of Caitlin’s hands pulled Iris by the hair, she leaned into the resulting kiss, raised Caitlin’s hips in the air and tried to drive her friend’s shoulders down through the mattress.
The intensity of their previous coupling was incomparable to the wild-eyed, hip shaking ass-pounding before them. Some part of Iris realized that she was feeding off that very same self-destructive desperation she had worried about others taking advantage of, but the rest of her did not care. She could faintly hear Barry in the background, but Iris was only interested in taking Caitlin’s pierced nipples between her teeth. Her hips never stopped and the sweet music of Caitlin’s panting and whispered curses filled her ears and echoed in her mind.
It was impossible to count how long or even how many times Caitlin came; her body always seemed to be on the edge between ecstatic convulsions and desperately screaming for more.
Constantly assaulted through the back end of the strap-on and intoxicated by the raunchy eroticism of the moment, Iris quickly joined in. Her hands squeezed tightly on Caitlin’s hips and her back arched dramatically as she almost tore herself free of Caitlin’s hard worked ass. Caitlin took advantage of the separation to latch onto Iris’ breasts, sucking and squeezing every inch. Iris coasted through her orgasm even as Caitlin continued to fuck against her hips in search of still another.
As the euphoria wracked her body, it also gave Iris a release from the dark desires that possessed her. Iris almost collapsed back onto Caitlin, but managed to catch herself before she landed on the still shaking doctor. Then the full weight of what she had done—what she had enjoyed doing—hit her and she shuddered and tried to lift herself from the bed. There was nothing romantic about what had transpired. It was fucking, in all its filthy glory that Caitlin had wanted—had needed, perhaps—and that had been what she had received.
And now it was up to Iris to deal with what they had done and more importantly, what they had failed to do.
However, Caitlin’s legs started to squeeze as she struggled to continue. “No…just a little more. Come on, I can feel her she’s close…” Caitiln’s voice was unsteady and almost shrill in the desperate need to continue. Her face glistened with unconscious tears as she begged, “Please, please Iris. I can take more. We have to try. It’s my last chance.”
Giving up on breaking free, Iris simply hugged her close and held still while Caitlin spent her remaining energy. After a moment, she began crying in earnest and Iris made soothing noises until she was calm enough to talk.
When they finally untangled their sweat and cum-streaked bodies from each other and the soiled bed sheets, Caitlin collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling with listless eyes and a gaping asshole. Iris could not ignore the signs of how hard she had used her friend. While Caitlin was certainly a willing participant, it was difficult not to feel guilty.
She felt rather than heard Barry approach behind her. His expression was filled with concern, but she could not help but notice that it had not affected his erection.
“That…that looked really intense. Are you okay?” It was unclear who he addressed, as Barry never looked away from Caitlin but his hand was on Iris’ shoulder.
“It was.” Iris was not ready to talk about how it had made her feel; Caitlin’s need was greater. “I- think she thought this was her last chance.” Iris gingerly began to unstrap the harness and untangle it from her body.
“My last chance to be together. To be whole again.” Caitlin said in a dead voice. “I thought this would be enough, that I didn’t have anything more she wanted.”
Finally free, Iris carefully set the sex toy on Barry’s abandoned chair and knelt at the side of the bed near Caitlin’s head. She reached out and took Caitlin’s hand and realized Barry had joined when his covered both of theirs.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get Frost back, Caitlin,” Iris whispered. “But I think you know this won’t work. That you always knew it wasn’t a matter of just doing dangerous things until Frost came to rescue you. It’s deeper than that and you know it.”
Barry added, “And if you keep escalating, you’re going to get yourself hurt. And as much as we all want Frost back; we don’t want to lose you even more.” Iris reached out and pulled him in for a quick embrace.
“I think this isn’t really about trying to be like her,” Iris took a deep breath as Caitlin stared in curiosity and a hint of resentment. “I think it’s about punishing yourself. Not only were you helpless to protect her, all of the science you love so much has failed to bring her back. I think it’s a form of survivor’s guilt.”
Caitlin’s rage faded as quickly as it arrived. Her hand squeezed theirs and she rubbed the tension from her face. “Maybe you’re right. It’s all I have been able to think about, but I also keep remembering how hard I resisted when she first manifested and how I fought back when all she wanted was equal footing.”
“Let’s not give the girl whose first name is ‘Killer’ too much credit here,” Iris felt a smile tug at the edge of her mouth. A moment later, Barry snorted as he tried to restrain a chuckle. Even Caitlin rolled her eyes and let slip a sad, soft giggle. “For all that she’d have enjoyed, well everything we just did, the one thing Frost would have never wanted was for you to hurt yourself.”
“She did seem to think torturing me was a pleasure only reserved for herself,” Caitlin conceded and finally cracked a crooked smile. “Although we got her back something fierce.”
“I’m actually surprised you didn’t try sitting in that chair.” Iris still had dreams that were almost as haunting as they were erotic about being strapped into the device that had helped tame Killer Frost.
“I’m desperate and maybe a little insane, not crazy. I never figured out a program that could take you to the edge safely.”
“Well, if you figure it out, I’d better be at the front of the list for test pilots.” Seeing Barry’s confusion, she added. “We might have used a little extreme science to convince Frost to play nice. I’ll explain it later.”
“Um…” Caitlin looked a little worried. “Things did get a little crazy earlier. I uh…hope I didn’t scare you.”
“I think I scared myself a little,” Iris admitted. “Uh, how are you feeling? Did I hurt you?”
“Well, I think I’m going to really miss Killer Frost’s healing the next time I try to sit down, but it’s a good pain.” Caitlin’s spare hand drifted down and gingerly stroked the back of her thigh. “Despite everything, I enjoyed myself. I don’t think I’d want to get a pounding like that all the time…but uh…wow, I feel a lot more confident—and excited—about the next time Mick Rory brings that monster cock of his to the present.”
Barry blushed even redder than he had earlier. “You two could have told me that you were going to…you know.”
“Fuck me in the butt?” Caitlin supplied with mock helpfulness. “I thought Iris would have told you. Killer Frost enjoys it and I’ve been working up the nerve for a while now.”
It was Iris’ turn to be embarrassed. “I thought you might even be more weirded out and didn’t want to ruin things for Caitlin.”
“I’ve been on the internet, Iris, I know people have anal sex,” Barry snorted, although Iris noted he had avoided any possible interest he might have. “But I never thought about people I know doing it, especially…”
“Sweet, innocent Caity?” Caitlin raised an eyebrow and Iris glanced at her in surprise. She normally despised that nickname, but maybe it was just a case of her expressing disgust with Barry refusing to see her as a confident sexual being. Barry had the good grace to look chagrined, but he deflected with his usual shy grin. “That’s what I thought.
“I’m quite comfortable being the safe and reliable one around the labs, but by now, you should have figured out that there’s a lot more to me.” Caitlin’s fierce expression held for a minute but then she began giggling. “Not that I have anything left to show.”
Iris reached over and pulled Caitlin up into a hug. She then gestured with her head until Barry joined them. “We’ll keep looking for a way to bring back Frost, no matter how long it takes. For now, we just want you to be safe and know you’re loved.”
“By both of us,” Barry added and kissed Iris on the cheek.
“I love you, too. Iris, you’ve been here for me no matter what I need. And Barry, thank you for sharing this amazing woman with me, even just for tonight.” Caitlin pulled them both tight against her and her piercings rubbed distractingly against Iris’ nipples. Perhaps less so than the erection pressed against her hip.
“The night isn’t over yet,” Iris whispered loud enough for them both to hear and then impulsively kissed Caitlin full on the lips. She could feel Barry tense slightly, but then she did the same with him and it was Caitlin’s turn to watch in a mixture of arousal and jealousy. Iris smiled mischievously and glanced between the other two. She finally reached up and turned their heads to face one another. “Go on, you know you want to.”
They both seemed afraid to touch with their hands but there was certainly some unacknowledged desire in their kiss. It went on just a little longer than it would have just to make Iris happy and when it ended Barry and Caitlin both blushed furiously. Caitlin could not look her in the eye and Barry absentmindedly brushed his lips while his expression asked for absolution—or maybe permission.
“Please Barry, you just watched me pound her butt, I’m not going to jump all over you for enjoying a little kiss.” Iris guided his hand away from his mouth and then traced down his chest, stopping just short of his hardness. Barry’s eyes widened and she smiled. “You’ve been a good sport about this…and it's time you got taken care of.” Then she gently pushed him back until he sank onto the bed.
As he lay there, his erection standing tall and hopeful, Iris caught Caitlin before she could retreat any further. “You’re not going to leave him like that, are you?”
Caitlin’s eyes widened and she coughed in surprise. “Really? That seems like a big step.”
“Consider it an apology for how thoroughly I wrecked your ass.”
“Pff,” Caitlin huffed, but her gaze never left Barry’s cock. “You curled my toes but I’ve been fucked harder by bigger.”
“Girl, you can barely walk.” Iris gave the butt in question a pat and Caitlin jumped. “And whatever anyone else has done, I’m the only one to get your ass.”
Caitlin soothed her backside with a gentle rub, but did not resist as Iris nudged her closer to where Barry—and his cock—awaited. “I mean…if you’re sure it’s okay…”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Barry protested.
“Do you want to deal with it yourself?” Iris asked with a snort. “Besides,” she sunk down to her knees and took him in hand, “I never said I wouldn’t help.”
She stroked him twice and then looked over her shoulder questioningly. Caitlin bit her lip, then shrugged and came to Iris’ side. Barry sighed in eager surrender and sat back to let them work.
At first, Caitlin rested her hand outside of Iris’ own, merely guiding the effort without actually touching Barry. Slowly her grip shifted until she was stroking the head and length of his cock while Iris massaged his base and balls. After a moment, Caitlin glanced between it and Iris, her head slightly bobbing as if she was fighting the urge to escalate.
With a slight giggle, Iris answered the unasked request. “Go ahead, I get him all the time, you only have tonight.”
“Thanks,” Caitlin muttered and then swallowed his cock down to where her hand rested. She groaned around Barry’s member, which had him making pleased noises of his own. Soon she let go all together, leaving Iris the manual manipulation while she sucked and licked every inch she could.
When Caitlin pulled back to catch her breath, Iris leaned in and took her place. Iris could feel Caitlin’s impatience, but she took him as deep as was able, loving the feeling as he throbbed in her mouth. Unable to wait any longer, Caitlin pounced as soon as she had enough space to plant her mouth and started licking the length of the cock while Iris sucked the precum from its tip. They continued to alternate roles or simply just running their tongues along opposite sides, sharing every moment and loving it.
Barry gasped a warning and Iris found herself watching as Caitlin’s mouth filled with her husband’s seed. Caitlin’s lips were locked around the head of his cock, as she tried to swallow it all. Still when she rocked back onto her heels, some trickled from the corner of her mouth. Iris delighted in the perversion of licking that sticky trail off her friend’s cheek. Even if she did not care for the blandly bitter taste, she was not going to let Caitlin swallow it all.
“That was amazing,” Barry panted and looked between them as they licked their lips and cleared their mouths of the lingering flavor. “Thanks for not leaving me out.”
Iris patted his thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.” Barry’s breath had already settled and Iris knew that as a speedster, he was already recovering. This night was still far from over and Iris’ mind started racing with the possibilities. She had already pushed things pretty far, but she was not sure if she was willing to let Barry actually fuck Caitlin. To say nothing of the crazier idea she was considering.
The fact was, something had been bothering her about Caitlin’s whole plan. Iris’ own theory had always been that the bond between Killer Frost and Caitlin was strengthened whenever they felt or acted like the other. Certainly, Caitlin had stronger memories of any time Frost had acted heroically or with empathy and Frost always reacted clearer when Caitlin had indulged her baser instincts. In that case, while Frost might have liked the idea of tonight’s threesome, throughout it, Caitlin had still maintained her own mindset. If the silly idea to fuck Frost back into being was going to work, it would be when Caitlin started feeling like Killer Frost.
While the solution had been bouncing around Iris’ mind all night—honestly, she had been considering it since Caitlin pitched her idea—Iris was worried about getting Caitlin’s hopes up again. There was still a raw nerve inside Caitlin and while she no longer seemed eager to hurt herself, it would be dangerous to push those buttons so soon. The slight chance to rescue Killer Frost might not be worth the risk of shattering Caitlin’s fragile emotional stability. Or the potential discomfort for Iris.
In the end, Iris decided that even if nothing else happened, she was going to fuck her husband.
She crawled on top of him and if he was surprised, Barry covered for it well and began to kiss her as soon as she was close. His hands caressed her breasts and hips and she squirmed contentedly as she straddled his waist. Behind her butt, he was already stiffening, but then she could feel Caitlin’s hands caress them both.
Husband and wife quietly moaned as Caitlin stroked and licked his cock and Iris’ cheeks. Her tongue never touched Iris’ asshole, but the implication was inescapable. Iris’ smooth lips were painting Barry’s abs with their wetness and her nipples were hardened spikes in his hand. They were constantly kissing, only breaking to breathe.
Caitlin released his cock and moved forward to whisper in Iris’ ear. The feeling of Caitlin’s breasts squished against her back was impossible to ignore as the two barbells rolled circles into her shoulder blades. Caitlin’s breath was as hot and wet as her pussy and her throaty voice promised all sorts of sinful excitement that Iris longed to unleash. “I really want to see you two fuck. Please, let me watch.”
Iris quickly nodded and reached between her legs to guide Barry’s cock. It always felt natural to have him inside her and she was so wet and ready, it was as easy as breathing. Caitlin’s hands lingered on Iris’ hips for the first few plunges, but then the doctor moved around the side to look them in the eyes.
At first, Caitlin just watched them as they coupled, sitting on her heels and reveling in the shared passion. But then she kissed Iris and traced her fingers along Barry’s hands as they cupped and squeezed Iris’ breasts. Caitlin followed down his arm, feeling the steady rhythm of his thrusts until she reached Barry’s heart. Then she bent over and kissed him as well, tongues dancing and Caitlin’s thighs squeezing together in sync with their rocking bodies.
When Iris could see Caitlin’s face again, her cheeks were damp. She hugged Iris and said, “Thank you for letting me share this. I just needed to feel part of something. To not feel alone. Even if it was just for tonight, thank you.”
The sincerity and need in Caitlin’s words slowed Iris to a halt. Barry looked a little put out, but—ever considerate—made comforting noises and patted Caitlin’s thigh. And Iris knew that even if it did not succeed, she owed Caitlin one last chance to bring back Frost. And if it failed, then she and Barry would be here for Caitlin.
“I have an idea,” she whispered and then repeated again, louder. Iris pushed ahead before she could reconsider. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I have to tell you about it. Do you know what Killer Frost said she’d do after you and I finally had sex?”
“I presume something intensely humiliating and dramatically erotic?”
Iris smiled. “She wanted to fuck my ass.” Caitlin blinked in surprise, but then incredulous comprehension dawned as she understood Iris’ plan. “And I think that’s the key. You don’t need to do stuff she’s done, you have to do what she wanted to do…feeling the way the way she felt. And she never thought of herself as a bottom.”
“Iris, are you sure? This is something you want?” Barry sounded concerned, but Iris could feel his cock twitch inside of her. He certainly was not repulsed by the suggestion and seemed to be willing to roll with whatever happened tonight.
“Yeah. I think I have to do this.”
Caitlin placed her hand on Iris’ arm. “This isn’t something you just casually decide to do. Mick was playing with me for weeks before I even considered it. There are also…hygienic concerns.”
“I cleaned myself before we came here. I, uh, did my research after you told me you wanted to do it. And I think a part of me always suspected that things would come to this.” She flashed a smile that she hoped looked far sexier and more confident than she felt. “Besides, I trust you not to hurt me. Anymore than you have to anyways.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am. Now go strap yourself in and take charge.” Iris licked her lips in nervousness and felt her lower body squeeze down on Barry and his cock. “Sorry, Barry,” she whispered as Caitlin left the bed to get herself equipped.
“It’s okay,” he said and wiggled his hips so that she squirmed on top of him. “So…have you always wanted to try this? I mean, I would have—”
“We’ll have a long talk about kinks we're interested in and limits to explore another time.” Iris gently shook her head, “but no, I didn’t even think about it until Caitlin suggested tonight. On the other hand, Caitlin seems to like it, so who knows? It could become a regular feature.” When she saw his expression of uncertain curiosity, she could not help teasing, “Or, maybe next time it’s your turn.”
Barry blinked in surprise and then he stared at her in slightly worried contemplation. Iris squeezed him tight and bit her lip in mischievous excitement. That wasn’t a no…
She continued to tease him until she abruptly felt a pair of hands grip her hips and a wet warmth lick from the base of Barry’s cock to the top of her crack. Twisting around, she saw Caitlin smirking impishly as Caitlin’s tongue dipped back down to circle her anus. Barry gasped in unison with Iris as her whole body tensed at this intrusion but then relaxed. Caitlin was liberally coating her hole with saliva and the slow steady circles were soothing.
Caitlin pulled away and her tongue was almost obscenely pink against the creamy brown of Iris’ butt. “Barry, I could use your help in distracting your wife.” She popped open the lube and Iris sucked in a breath as the cool liquid dripped down Iris’ now glistening ass. Then she slipped her fingers between the slippery cheeks, coating them with lube and caressing the flesh where Iris and Barry connected.
Barry’s boyish smile was just a big smug as he winked at Caitlin. “Some duties require a superhero.” Taking one of Iris’ nipples in his mouth, he cupped her other breast and started to slowly swirl his hips. Careful not to shake her body, he did his best to stimulate her every other way he knew how.
“Lucky for me, I have two.” Iris found her own hands caressing from her ribs to her hips, slowly luxuriating in the symphony of pleasure playing across every inch of her body. Caitlin’s fingers explored gently between her legs and ass, sliding everywhere but lingering the longest around her asshole. The tight ring of muscle was relaxing under the gentle attention and she could feel herself squeeze every time an invading finger rubbed itself against the opening, teasing that first penetration. Finally, Iris’ hand found its way down between her legs and to her currently neglected clitoris.
A series of kisses climbed up from her tailbone, each one matched by an increasingly insistent push against Iris’ tightest hole. When Caitlin reached between her shoulder blades, something just gave way and a finger slipped inside. Iris, subsumed by all the hands and lips across her body, could only react with a low croon and a tilt of her head.
Somehow it felt different than when Iris had fingered herself; it was not that Caitlin’s finger was longer or thicker, but it was foreign and outside of her control. Just barely inside, maybe not even past a knuckle, it was a constant and unusual pressure that was only intensified by Barry’s cock filling her other hole. And then it started moving, just a slight flex and her body instinctively tried to squeeze it out. Somehow that only helped Caitlin push further in. By the time Caitlin was kissing her neck, Iris had the full length of a finger inside of her.
Caitlin whispered in her ear with a tone that was a hungry growl. “Oh, that’s right. Iris West-Allen has a finger in her ass.” Iris could barely focus enough to look at Caitlin as that very finger curled and pressed against Barry’s cock through a narrow wall. Caitlin’s brown eyes shone and she stopped smiling only to nip Iris’ earlobe. “With an ass like this, I’m surprised no-one has tried this before.”
Iris could only whimper and sigh in response, which inflamed Caitlin’s ardor. The pale brunette pulled Iris’s head back into a kiss just as Barry thrust deep into her pussy. He playfully tugged on her nipple with his teeth and when it popped free, he pulled himself up to kiss Iris as she broke from Caitlin. When she was finally left free to breath, he locked eager gazes with Caitlin.
“She does have an amazing butt. I love every minute I get to touch it. It’s like a work of art.”
There was a sudden absence inside Iris’ ass and she had no idea how to feel about it. Her whole body sagged, but after the initial relief, there was a curious tingle to the emptiness. It had been more uncomfortable than painful and now she was acutely aware of its absence. That had only been one finger and Iris was both worried and curious of how something larger would feel.
“This is nothing less than an ass made for fucking—,” Caitlin’s voice was punctuated by the pop of the bottle of lube. Iris remained steady as more of it coated her ass and even when Caitlin’s finger returned to her softened rosebud. But when a second finger slipped alongside the first, she almost jumped off of Barry’s cock. “—and it's all mine,” Caitlin finished with a menacing chuckle.
Iris could feel herself stretch and fight this new intrusion, but Caitlin just slowly rocked her fingers until each knuckle forced its way through Iris’ backdoor. It never actually hurt, but whatever pleasure she was supposed to be receiving was overwhelmed by the disorientation of not only the size but the motion of the alien digits. Caitlin never stopped twisting and twining them, never letting Iris or her inner muscles adjust. Every time Iris thought her body was stretched to its limit, the fingers would withdraw or readjust and just when that started to feel interesting, Caitlin would push deeper and spread wider.
Barry did his best to keep Iris distracted from focusing on the contradictory and confusing feelings in her ass with his low-key assault on the rest of her body. The only inch of her he was not stroking, kissing, biting or kissing was the space between her legs where his cock was a steady, if relatively motionless presence. Yet as Caitlin’s efforts accelerated, it was clear that Barry’s body was just as eager to seek its own release and Iris could practically take his pulse from the steady throb of his cock.
“I can’t wait for this Iris. I know you only said it because you’re feeling guilty, but I’m really going to enjoy taking your butt cherry.” Caitlin chuckled in delight at the vulgarity. Still probing the back end, Caitlin’s other hand found its way to Iris’ mouth. Two sticky fingers pressed against Iris’ lips, tasting of Caitlin’s own intoxicating flavor. “See how wet you made me? This is so much better than just trying to match Frost. I’ll always be the one who fucked you first. Who broke your butt and made you my bitch.” It sounded mostly like dirty talk, but it was pushing plenty of buttons inside Iris and not all of them were worried.
After all, it had only been a few minutes and Iris was already reduced to a sweaty, mumbling toy in Caitlin’s hands. Her poor, innocent ass was barely coping with a pair of fingers and her reeling mind could not imagine what a cock would like. And yet it wanted to; the tension was starting to wear on Iris until her concerns were consumed by the anticipation. Even if it hurt or turned her into an anal addict like Frost, Iris had to know what it was like. Her ass was desperate to feel Caitlin’s cock inside it and it was a tangible relief when Caitlin’s fingers finally popped free.
Iris practically vibrated with anticipation as Caitlin’s cock pressed against her tailbone and started to slide down. The strap-on glided past her asshole and bumped against Barry’s member. She could hear Barry hold his breath and feel him tense inside of her. The hungry plastic finally rested on Iris’ slightly gaping and thoroughly lubricated anus. Yet as Iris held her breath and braced, that final barrier was never broken. Instead, Caitlin pulled away and Iris found herself—and her ass—gasping on empty air.
Iris found her voice, even if it was a little shrill. “Are we doing this? Come on!”
Twisting her whole body, Iris could see Caitlin sitting smugly on the chair that Barry has recently vacated. Caitlin’s smile was wickedness itself and her eyes practically glowed as she fixed Iris in her gaze. Her legs were slightly spread and there was no avoiding the strap-on that glistened obscenely between her thighs. The domineering glint in her eye showed she knew how little self-control or self-respect Iris had left. Just like Frost, she had to make Iris admit how badly she wanted it.
“No…I think I want to make you work for it.” Despite her playful tone, there was a biting edge and Iris marveled at how much it reminded her of Killer Frost. “A real butt slut would bend over, spread those gorgeous cheeks and fuck her own greedy ass on my cock. I’ll do the rest, but you’re going to prove how much you want this up that tight ass.” Caitlin stroked the strap-on, hissing in pleasure when it bobbed after she released it.
“Now come on…” Barry started; his words strained as well from his constant effort with no release. His face and cock sagged with resigned disappointment.
“Don’t worry, Bare,” Iris swallowed and gently lifted herself off of him. Trails of lube, her juices and his pre-cum linked them for a second before she swung off of him. Now that both holes were empty, she was almost deliriously light; the aching need to be filled redoubled and any remaining qualms drowned in a fresh torrent of arousal. “This was my idea, I’ll see it through.”
Despite her outer confidence, Iri’s face burned as she turned in front of Caitlin and grabbed her ass. She remembered posing like this before the mirror just days ago, but she knew recent activity rendered the view even more extreme. Now, Caitlin could see every wet, slutty inch of her, flush and sticky and arousal, open and ready to be claimed. It also meant that she came face to face with Barry, who had moved to the edge of the bed. If there was concern in his face, his eyes were glazed with thwarted desire and the eagerness to see how far his wife would go.
“Good girl,” Caitlin crooned. “Now back up so we can see how much of this you can fit inside. Don’t worry, by the time I’m done, you’ll be gaping worse than this.”
With a final whispered encouragement from Barry, Iris descended, slowly at first, hesitant to make that first contact. As the moment drew out, she started to grow impatient until the hard knob of the strap-on brushed her sensitive behind. She jerked away in reflex, but Caitlin hissed in disappointment and Iris let the plastic cock rest against her suddenly reluctant anus.
The pressure mounted and she worried that her ass was too tight or the cock too big. Thoughts of relaxing or anything other than her impending penetration seemed impossible. Caitlin's words returned to gentle encouragement, but still, Iris resisted pushing harder. When the moment came and the head pierced through her last defense, her relief overwhelmed the slight burst of pain.
The strap-on was barely inside of her, trapped within that first ring of muscle as Iris waited for the discomfort to fade. It was larger than Caitlin’s fingers with none of the give of human flesh. She thought about pulling herself free, but then Caitlin gripped her hips with firm fingers and gently guided Iris further down.
“That’s a good butt bitch,” Caitlin whispered as Iris found herself surrendering and sinking deeper onto the cock. She had thought her ass was stretched before, but now, that implacable plastic wedged her open and overpowered her resisting body. A strained moan crept from between her lips and Iris closed her eyes to avoid looking at Barry. Several times she tried to straighten up or at least pause, but Caitlin would only let her move forward, not retreat.
“You’re doing well, Iris, but you’re fighting it. Try and push out, that will make it go easier. And you can let go of your butt and play with your pussy. That’ll help you relax.”
Iris wished she could thank Caitlin, but did not trust herself to speak without panic. Instead, she followed the advice and the results were almost instantaneous. The pain receded and her progress went from glacial to gradual. There was still a dull ache where parts had been stretched to their limits, but it was a soft burn rather than a sharp spike. As soon as her pussy started to feel good, even that faded into the background.
Still, she thought every inch would be the last, but there was always deeper to go. When her butt came to rest on Caitlin’s thigh and the base of the strap-on was flush against her bottom, Iris sighed in genuine relief and accomplishment. Then Cailin laughed and the motion of her body shook the strap-on within Iris and started a chain reaction of new and interesting sensations. Iris’ body was becoming used to the uncomfortable and unfamiliar size of the cock, but the slightest motion of Caitlin or herself fired off intriguing hints of greater pleasure.
“I-I can’t believe I did it,” she whispered, not daring to stop playing with her pussy. “…so full...”
“Good girl, you took the whole thing on your first try.” Caitlin patted her soothingly on the hip. “And now, we get to the good part.”
“What’s the good pa—oooh…” Iris whistled softly as Caitlin gently rocked the dildo back and forth, alternating the pressure and slipping fractionally in and out. It was the closest Iris had come to genuine physical pleasure so far and it only grew as Caitlin extended the strokes. Caitlin squeezed Iris’ breasts from behind which freed her hips to respond. It felt so close to amazing that Iris found herself extending each thrust or grinding down against Caitlin’s thighs, trying to reach the ecstatic joy Caitlin described.
“Yeah, that’s right, Iris. Let yourself go. We’re all sluts here. Horny sluts with needy assholes.” Caitlin’s hand forced itself between Iris’ and her nimble fingers plunged into Iris’ pussy in synch with the strap-on plundering her asshole. Occasionally, she would slip inside and stroke against the strap-on’s hardness though the soft and slippery walls of Iris’ pussy. The sheer uniqueness of that moment had Iris squealing in surprise.
This is what she wanted: something pure and primal and raunchy. To not be protected or idealized. Caitlin was not treating her like a friend, but as just another in a lengthening list of sexual conquests. Now if only she could actually enjoy being fucked in the ass instead of just enjoying the idea of being fucked in the ass.
There was no definite moment of transition, no crashing instant where the enjoyment stopped being predominantly psychological. Slowly the stimulation of her long-teased pussy blended with the exotic sensations coming from her ass. The satisfaction of being filled and stretched grew into a genuine enjoyment that while completely different, was also extremely intense.
Iris felt an orgasm cumming and her hands abandoned her body to reflexively stifle a cry. She could hear Caitlin laugh and slam each thrust against Iris’ ass cheeks in triumph. When it took her, her whole body shook, shoving Caitlin back against the chair. She had thought that the strap-on had bottomed out, but when Caitlin hooked under her legs and pulled them wide, it found some extra length. The position completely exposed Iris’ gushing and trembling pussy. Each time Iris’ muscles squeezed, it only made the invader in her ass feel harder and thicker.
And Caitlin would not stop laughing in delight, making the strap-on further stir up Iris’ insides.
By the time Iris could breathe again, she was a sweating, cum-dripping mess unable to look either Barry or Caitlin in the eye. That had been intense and as much as she had enjoyed it, she was glad it was done. She badly needed several more minutes to compose herself. Moreover, her body was a little sore and she was becoming aware of just how embarrassing a pose Caitlin held her in.
Unfortunately, Caitlin had other ideas and showed no sign of releasing Iris.
“Well, Barry, I guess that answers the ‘Is Iris a butt-slut?’ question.” Iris blinked and saw her husband staring at her in shock. And unabashed arousal. Her body was already flushed, but she felt even warmer when she realized that not only was it unmistakable how wet she was, but that her still filled asshole was on display. “Iris, any comments on the experience?”
Before she could think of anything to say, her thoughts were short-circuited by a short, quick pump into her bowels. She gasped and felt her empty pussy twitch in jealousy and her abused asshole clench with excitement. Iris could only moan piteously in Caitlin’s arms as Barry watched, lost in lust.
“Guess not. And I don’t think she’s done.” Iris risked a glance back at Caitlin, whose responding wink was only slightly comforting. “Barry, it’s time you finally fucked your wife.”
It took a moment for Iris’ sex-addled brain to figure out what was going on, but apparently Barry was crystal clear. And rock hard. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock just barely not touching her throbbing clitoris. His grin was anything but boyish when he said, “Well, if it’s okay with you two…”
“You shared Iris with me, I’m just returning the favor.” Caitlin let Barry hold Iris’ legs and instead her long, pale fingers cupped Iris’ heaving breasts. “Iris, any objections to being caught in the middle?”
Already panting in anticipation, Iris croaked, “Sure, whatever.” As much as she needed a moment to collect her thoughts and maybe rest her holes, this was not an offer she was capable of turning down.
Barry grinned, Caitlin giggled and then Iris found herself sandwiched between two sexy science nerds turned super-heroes. It felt like every inch of her was being fucked; flesh pressed all around her and their three mouths were constantly switching between kissing one another and Iris’ face and neck. Her two tormentors made no effort to synchronize and every time they were both fully inside her, she could not imagine being more filled. The heads of Barry’s cock and Caitlin’s strap-on—so different in how they felt—were constantly rubbing against the pressure of the other’s shaft.
Iris was shortly cumming again and this time, nothing stopped to let her enjoy it. Instead, they continued to plunge away, rocking her body back and forth and stretching each successive orgasm into the next. Eventually, her body went limp, pinned between Barry and Caitlin as they each pursued their own release.
When Barry finally came, his whole body vibrated inside of her and Iris almost blacked out. The effects upon Caitlin were diluted by the transference through Iris’ body and the strap-on, but Caitlin still tightened her grip on Iris in the moment of shared pleasure. Barry’s hot cum erupted inside Iris even her ass pressed down on Caitlin’s shaking hips.
Pulling back before his weight crushed them or broke the chair, Barry staggered back and fell onto the bed. Exhausted, Iris slowly lifted her tired ass off of the sticky strap-on and flopped down next to him. A glance at Caitlin showed her sprawled in the chair, a small puddle of their mingled cum pooled between her legs.
“Well…that was different,” Barry groaned and rolled over to kiss the back of Iris’ head. She half heartedly smiled and sighed into the tangled sheets of Caitlin’s bed. Iris’ ass was still quivering and felt obscenely empty. In fact, her whole body was limp and disinclined to move for the foreseeable future.
“Actually, that was a first for me too.” Caitlin gingerly got off the chair and sank down on Iris’ other side. She still wore the strap-on and it jutted ridiculously into the air as she lay on her back. Her tone was melancholy, but lacked the hysterical edge from earlier. “No Killer Frost, though.”
“I’m sorry,” Iris murmured and rolled gently on her side to give Caitlin an awkward, one-armed hug. “I didn’t really think it would…but you deserved to try.”
“I wasn’t the only one who needed to try something. This ass is made for fucking.” Iris jumped as Caitlin lightly smacked her ass. It still ached in a good, well-loved way, but Iris was unprepared for more attention on her backside. Caitlin soothed the tender flesh and smiled weakly, “I’m sorry if I got a little carried away. I was trying to get into Frost’s head.”
Barry’s hand started working on Iris’ other cheek. “Well, I’ve never seen her have sex, but you certainly were…direct enough to remind me of her.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
Caitlin and Barry continued to massage Iris’ backside. While she was a little afraid as to where it would lead, Iris longed to luxuriate in their comfort and care. Barry’s cum was beginning to drip from her pussy, a physical reminder of her husband’s love.
“Mmm, that’s nice.” Forcing herself to focus, she said, “Caitlin, even without Killer Frost, you’re a friend and we love you. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around.”
“Or me,” Barry chimed in.
Caitlin took a deep breath. “I know that and…it might be the only thing that got me through today. I’m not giving up on bringing Frost back…but I think I’ve come to terms that there won’t be a quick fix. I’m going to have to research and experiment and learn where she came from. It may take longer, but I’ll do it.”
“Anything we can do to help, name it,” Barry murmured. “Maybe even if it involves another threesome. Iris and I really need to talk about this stuff.” His voice became arch, “I mean, if I’m going to have to take over butt sex duties, I’d like to know.”
“Try not to sound so disappointed, Barry,” laughed Caitlin. She shook her head at his already stiffening cock. “In fact, I bet you could do it right now. You speedsters and your recovery times.”
“Well, there are some benefits to being ‘the fastest man alive.’”
“You held up well enough while we double teamed Iris,” Caitlin conceded, “Otherwise I’d be cracking jokes about that.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Iris groaned as their banter spurned them into intensifying their efforts on her. Normally she would not object to being their battleground, but she was sick and tired—mostly tired—of dealing with their libidos. “Just do it already.”
They both went silent and Barry’s hand squeezed tight on Iris’ hip. Caitlin leaned over and whispered in her ear, a motion which bounced the strap-on off of Iris’ thigh. “Mrs. Iris West-Allen, are you telling me to fuck your husband?”
“Well, I don’t feel like taking care of that erection and it would complete the set, wouldn’t it?” Iris shrugged and flattened out on the bed. “Barry has my permission.”
“Uh…I don’t carry condoms anymore.” Barry grimaced. “I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”
“Well I am, but Killer Frost does—did—weird things to my biochemistry and I’m not sure if they still work.” Caitlin scoffed. “Of course, that’s not really a problem if you do me like Iris did.”
Barry coughed. “Oh, good. For a moment, I thought you were going to suggest I end up the receiving end.”
“I swear, guys can be such babies about this. Scientifically, a prostate provides a lot more stimulation than the anal passage alone—”
Despite—or perhaps because of—her own interest in that direction, Iris put her foot down. She pushed herself up and glared at Caitlin. “Barry and I will have a long conversation about that when we’re ready.”
“Hey, we’re all butt sluts here.” Caitlin teased and wiggled her hips suggestively.
“Is that your new favorite phrase?” Iris asked, mollified.
“Blame Sarah Lance.” Caitlin stuck out her tongue but then became serious. “Do you mind if Barry fucks my ass before he does yours?”
“Why not?” Iris shrugged. “We’ll figure out how often—and whose—butt gets fucked on or our own time.”
“Great. Barry, I’m still pretty loose and slippery, but you need to lube up just in case.”
As he coated his cock Barry looked over and frowned. “Is there a reason you’re still wearing that?”
Caitlin sat up and stretched, the strap-on on full display. She flicked its tip and smiled as it reverberated. “This old thing? Did you think I was going to let your wife sit things out?” She slapped Iris’ butt hard enough to set it jiggling.
“What?” Iris came fully awake and stared curiously over her shoulder. Caitlin was already straddling her and positioning the strap-on near her butt. “Come on…” Her protests were half hearted.
“Just lie there and enjoy, we’ll do all the work,” Caitlin’s grin was overwhelming and Iris just sighed and let herself be manhandled into position. Soon, her hips were in Caitlin’s hands and Caitlin was rubbing the strap-on between her cheeks in anticipation.
She let herself relax, comfortable in Caitlin’s skills and her own new-found experience. Iris’s ass had just barely begun to recover and Caitlin’s first push popped halfway inside easily. Any discomfort was due to the lingering aches of that original penetration; the strap-on was practically a familiar visitor by now. Caitlin wasted little time coaxing it the rest of the way, until Iris groaned into the sheets at the final wiggle of hips.
Caitlin braced herself over Iris’ prone form, her nipples only occasionally brushing Iris’ shoulders and her eager breath on the back of Iris’ head. She twisted to look at Barry, flexing the strap-on and flashing a smile. “I’m pretty sure you couldn’t fit it in my pussy from here anyways. Just take it easy until you’re in.” She gasped, presumably as Barry pushed his cock-head past that first ring and her thighs twitched again Iris’ butt.
Caitlin hissed the same words of encouragement as she had to Iris earlier that night, but the ‘fastest man alive’ was not taking nearly as long this time. Or maybe Iris’ enthusiasm had made it easier for Barry. In either case, Caitlin’s hips pressed Iris down into the bed and both women groaned in unison.
“Okay, Barry, it's all you. Do your best to fuck Iris through me.”
“I’ll try.”
Yet again, Iris faced a new experience. She was quite literally the bottom bitch in this situation, not that she really had the stamina to take charge right now. Moreover, this time she had no distractions, everything was going to her ass. It could not compare with receiving Caitlin’s undiluted attention or the overwhelming assault of a double penetration. In fact, the only stimulation on her pussy or breasts was that of body weight and her own squeezing thighs.
Still, it was enjoyable, if not instantly orgasmic. Iris even started fucking back into Caitlin, only to discover that due to the strap-on’s nub, the effects on the other woman were profound. While it did not have the same sense of directed power as wearing the strap-on, it still allowed her to give Caitlin’s pleasure. Using her ass to control the other end of the dildo excited and energized Iris as she ground back into Caitlin. It should have been impossible to coordinate with Barry like this, but they fell into a familiar rhythm that perfectly conducted the energy of their thrusts.
“Barry,” Iris gasped, pulling her head away from the sheets without hitting Caitlin, “Show her your human vibrator trick.”
“What human—oh fuck!” Caitlin screamed and buried her face into Iris’ shoulder and hair. Barry’s body shook with microscopic force, enough to disguise his appearance and leave an electric tingle on any surface he touched. Including the inside of Caitlin’s ass. Enough bled through to Iris that it felt like a pulse of raw pleasure shot up the length of her spine. It was enough to make Iris cum from her ass alone and that had to pale in comparison to what Caitlin was experiencing. Having that in her pussy left Iris a wrung out cum-soaked mess and she could not imagine what it would be like from both ends.
Actually, she could imagine. It was probably exactly what it was like to sit in Caitlin’s orgasm machine.
Caitlin collapsed bonelessly on top of Iris and continued to grunt and sigh through a prolonged orgasm. With the full bodyweight on her, Iris was equally helpless as Barry continued to fuck the unresisting doctor’s ass—and through her, Iris’—until he too shuddered in release.
Iris was afraid they would both pass out on top of her, but Barry’s weight disappeared and Caitlin quickly rolled off. Iris flipped over and took a deep breath. Barry was unsteady on his feet, but loomed over the two of them with concern. “That—that was crazy. Is she all right?”
Unbuckling the straps, Iris pulled the strap-on off of Caitlin and tossed it onto the floor. Caitlin groaned in satisfaction and weakly lifted a hand. “I…did not know he could do that.”
Barry sighed in relief and dropped back into the chair—which promptly cracked and broke. Iris and Caitlin chuckled weakly as he lifted himself off the floor but beckoned him to join him. Barry snuggled up against Iris while Caitlin curled up inside her embrace.
Cum was already leaking from Caitlin’s ass onto Iris’ thigh, but Iris had a suspicious feeling that her own was equally gaped. Doubtless if Frost was here, she would be arguing over whose ass had been ‘broken’ more. All in a desperate attempt to prove she was the baddest girl around, just to convince people she did not need them.
None of them had anything left to prove and they were not alone.

Next Chapter: The title of the (potentially) final chapter might give away a bit, but it’ll be Mick POV and have Caitlin/Frost visiting the Waverider. It’s intended to resolve the arc I started with their relationship and also give Mick some character exploration. That being said, I do have a vague idea for an “Untimely Relations” story featuring Nora and an even vaguer “Girls Night Out” For Sarah, Iris, Felicity and Caitlin. (Plus an absolutely wacky half-thought of Earth-1 Felicity waking up in Earth-69 where she’s the Calculator with a female harem featuring Black Siren and Killer Frost.)
However, the next story I publish will probably either be “Big Mutant on Campus” or “The Princess’ Knight.” The former is about a mutant with pheromone powers attending an Xavier’s School styled after X-men Evolution and a focus on Rogue. I’ve got a pretty clear handle on things and have several chapters outlined and two written but unedited. The latter is about a female knight rescuing a princess and things don’t turn out quite like she thought. It’ll probably be delayed as I’m kind of uncertain about the general direction/style of the story and my friend who suggested it still hasn’t given their feedback.
Finally, I’m a big fan of AOS and I have an idea for “Framework Fantasies” where Fitzsimmons find out about Deke’s game. I’ve got a few chapters outlined and I’m thinking that’ll be the next one I work on since “the Princess’ Knight” is stuck in Limbo.
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