Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2019 18:41:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Fuxer - part 12 Fuxer 12 – Too Straight, Too Gay They had reserved the lounge for themselves that night. Sitting in silence for ten minutes wasn't Xander's style, so he was glad when Will was done `spellcasting' to protect himself from the coming reality shift. "From one reality bender to another," Will said, "I'm not sure we should be doing this." Xander grunted. "We *have* to explore. You realize how powerful I'd be if I could control these shifts, right?" "Sure, but there's a reason we benders aren't ruling the world. We all have fucking limitations outside our specialties – some sharper, some fuzzy. Getting the body I have took me months and a shit-ton of concentration since I'm only really good with elemental forces." "Yeah, I know. You shoot lighting. Once every ten minutes or so," Xander said and poked his tongue out. "Fuck off," the Korean muscle hero said, chuckling. "Your reality-fuckery hasn't been useful so far. How would that even work? Baddy attacks and you, what, shift reality so he slips up?" Xander tried to look nonchalant. "We're here to find out, right?" "Sure," Will said. "Now let's give it a try. I *think* I won't be affected. I should be tied into your shift. Also, remember to tell me when you're turning things back, so I can protect myself again." "Got it," Xander said and para-grabbed the world. The universe unraveled and wrapped around itself. But Will's presence noticeable changed the nature of the shift. The Asian wasn't in charge but he was like a weight pulling the move in a certain direction in 4D spacetime. *** Their singlets were pastel red. They looked just the same otherwise. Two super-hunks with huge, cut muscles now painted a different color by the changed uniforms. The room was similar but some things had changed. Most noticeably... "Hey, I like this," Will said as he got up. There were huge posters of naked women – girls, really – on the lounge's walls where generic art had hung before. "Sir?" said a female voice behind them. They both whipped around. There was a young lady with the appearance of a supermodel in a white crop top and a mini skirt. "Do you need anything?" she asked. "Um, who are you?" Will said, forgetting all tact. The girl looked playfully crushed. Maybe she was cutely acting disappointed, maybe she was playing over real disappointment. "Wow, was our sex that forgettable? I'm Candy." "Candy... You sure are," Will said with a dumb grin. Xander wanted out. But at least he needed to know what reality had turned into. "Uh, Will? Let's check up on the others," he said and dragged Will outside the lounge. Two more extremely pretty girls in little clothing crossed their path, carrying food trays. "Hello, sir," they said in unison. "I like this reality," Will whispered. "And you two," he said to the girls, "were are you going?" One of the supermodels giggled cutely. "I'm just getting the Captain a snack and a blowjob." "Nice," Will said, all intelligence having left him. "So when's my turn?" The other girl seductively curled her hair with a free hand and said, "Garth banged me sore at lunch but we can do anal if you want, sir." "Fuck yeah," Will said. The girl giggled. "That's what hero-bangers are for." Xander wordlessly dragged Will to his room and looked up `hero-bangers'. In the old reality there had been girls who called themselves that. Girls who tried to fuck heroes and usually just landed some guy *claiming* to be super. There probably were a lot at the night club. In this reality, hero-bangers were official. Something like interns. They made sure heroes were `comfortable'. Xander took a 4D scan of the building. Bolt was cuddling with two naked girls in his room. Filipe got a blowjob in his bedroom. Todd of all people was motorboating a hero-banger's tits in the Boi Wing cockpit. Yuck. "Wow, I like this," Will said, looking out the window. Must have been his new catchphrase. "This universe is great. It's the *per-verse*, haha." Xander stepped up to him and looked down at the white sand of the island. Jed and DeShawn were tag teaming a `banger' on a large towel. Some distance away Katashi was laying on his back, a girl riding his dick while feeding him grapes. Everything had gone very wrong. Will's presence was the likely culprit. As Xander pondered depressing thoughts, his 4D vision slipped instinctively through a sunshade and he saw Zack's naked backside, his pronounced back muscles and tight ass flexing as he... fucked the hero-banger underneath him and made out with her. Xander recoiled and started shifting reality. Will was blabbering about how much he loved it here and that he wanted the world to stay like this and wouldn't Xander agree that this was the best reality and... uh... Their singlet were sky blue. On the island below eight sidekicks played volleyball. "Um, Xan? Why are we in your room? Did it not work?" Xander threw himself on the bed. "No, sorry. You weren't unaffected. I brought us here while I explained that we were shifted. Ha, you barely believed it." "So what reality did you create?" "Oh, nothing much. Our singlets were red." "That's it?" "Some subtle things," Xander said and stretched. "I'm kinda spent now, actually. Thanks for the help, even if it didn't get us anywhere." The fellow bender grunted an acknowledgement and trudged out. Will had altered Xander's reality shift in one direction in 4D space. What if the blond hero used his godly powers in the *other* direction? Almost as soon as Xander was alone, he attempted another shift. After the shock of seeing Zack fucking a girl, Xander needed to switch to a homo-verse. Any would do. Orange, green, something entirely new... *** First he thought his singlet had vanished, but the speedo part was still there. No, it was really a thong now. In bright pink. Xander wanted to step up to his mirror and realized that the mirror now covered an entire wall. His room was more sparsely furnished and the floor was mostly foam mats instead of wood. Looking at his hero body, he admired the low cut pink thong with a rising erection. Oh, there was no cup holding his junk either. The fabric hugged his 8 inch boner as the thong was pushed out, revealing his blond pubes. There was writing on the hem in the font in which his normal singlet said `4X' on the chest. The hem read `Fuxer'. Hm, like a pervy version of `Four Exer'. Funny but not suitable for general audiences. Xander jerked off through the thong and dared to cast a glance into Will's room. It was a gross mess as always but the walls were decorated with posters of muscular hunks, artsy nudes and even a few close ups of leaking erections. Yeah, this was a homo-verse, and possibly the most explicit one yet. Xander felt at home, sort of. The big Korean guy himself wasn't in, so Xander turned 90 degree and cast a look into Akio's room. Not there. In fact, none of the A-listers were. Two guys in uniform teleported into his apartment. The first was clearly Norbert aka Bolt Boi, in a pink thong and with his white mask on. He wore white boots and a utility belt over the shoulder. He was easy to recognize by the freckle-dusted, buff, pale body. His thong however read `Nut'. Norbert the Nut? Oh, nuts and bolts. That *did* make for an easy pervy-fication. The other guy had to be Todd since he had teleported. The twink wore sidekick gear with forearm and shin protectors even if his torso was left bare by the thong that ready B10. "Where are you?" Norbert aka Nut Boi asked impatiently. "We have an emergency and..." His eyes fell on Xander's erection. "For fucks sake, jerk off en route. Come on." Xander got to grab his mask and boots and Todd brought them directly into Boi Wing Two. Akio was in the pilot seat, his white cape hanging off a utility x-harness in lack of singlet straps. "We're ready," Nut said. "Bring us close, B10," the Captain commanded. 4X dropped into his seat. No, not 4X, he was *Fuxer* right now. Next to him was Guard Boi, Garth, whose thong had the tag `Girth' on the hem. Clever, but what did that have to do with his powers? Maybe sounding pervy was more important than fitting the superpowers in this version of reality? The jet trembled lightly and Fuxer squinted as the sun hit him. They had teleported from the hangar into the sky above a red, rocky desert. For a second Fuxer thought they had gone to mars until he spotted the dry vegetation. "Aurum Boi aboard Boi Wing Two here," Akio said. "We're on course." Akio was called Aurum here? `Gold' in latin, but why? That was neither slutty nor fit his water powers. "B1 here," answered Henry over the com. "Boi Wing One is close behind you." Will had been in the back with their sidekicks and now dropped into the seat behind Fuxer. The blond muscle god turned to give a nod of acknowledgment to the Korean one and to read his hero name. If the posters in Will's room hadn't been enough, his magically enhanced body made it clear he was a homo-verse version – that ass was big enough that even then Will was sitting Fuxer could tell he liked to draw attention to his globes. The hem on Will's flimsy thong read `Wank'. It didn't keep with the magic theme unless ex-Wiz was going to use his rod as a wand. Fuxer chuckled at the thought. Captain Aurum swiveled his chair to face them. "Lord Arcticon is active in a sparsely populated area so we can use our powers at full force. He's appeared outside the arctic circle for the first time, so his powers must have grown." Lord Arcticon? Fuxer scraped together his memories from issues #25 and #233, but Zeal had never personally fought the ice-villain so he recalled little. "We're going to support the girls from the Valkyrie Vanguard," Aurum continued. "The Manly League will send someone once they've mopped up the extra-dimensional robo-invaders on the moon." "Battleplan?" Girth Boi asked. Aurum nodded. "B8 and B9 have constructed a heat ray, to be deployed by the sidekicks from Boi Wing One. You protect them best you can. The rest of us? It's our duty to keep Arcticon's attention away from the heat rays." "I'm gonna start casting," Wank said. Aurum went back to his pilot position. The flight continued in silence except for the sound of... wait. Fuxer turned around and saw Wank jerking his smooth 7 incher through his thong, eyes closed, lower lip bitten. His dick *was* a wand. Lord Arcticon came into view. A man on top of a rock pedestal, glistening pure white in the sun. Ice covered the pedestals surface. A trail of ice crystals led up to it like a spiky ladder. "I'm pulling in. Ready?" Aurum said. He downed a bottle of water. "Bois, deploy!" *** Chapter 13: Reality Suction