Fan Fiction ❯ Birds of a Feather ❯ Chapter 6
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By: King Cheetah 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 400 | Status: Completed
Birds Of A Feather...
Part Six- Fatima
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
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He was... a teddybear. Large and green, with big friendly eyes and a red felt tongue. He had memories, dim thoughts of having been something else at one time; many kinds of animals or maybe even a person. But that was silly, he was just a teddybear. Around were other toys suffering similar identity crisis, and above them the towering visage of the Puppet King holding Terra in his hand. She screamed and struggled, but could not break free of his grasp, and the teddybear tried to call out to here but found that his mouth was full of cotton.
"ZZZZSSSssssuuuucccchhhhaaaaaapppprrreeettttttyyyyydddddoooolllllll iiieeee yyyyoooouuuaaarrreeeeMMMMmmmmyyyydddddeeeaaarrrr...." slurred the Puppet King and the teddybear tried to stand to run to her rescue. But try as he might, his soft teddybear legs made it difficult to stand and even harder to run. Looking up, the Puppet King grinned, and snapped the Terra doll in 2 at the waist, releasing a torrent of blood, which showered down on the poor teddybear. He again tried to cry out but found he could make no sound at all. The blood was coming down in great streams now and began pooling on the floor around the teddybear's feet. It soaked into his fabric and clung to his fur, as the Terra dolls screams became one long, continuous wail, which he slowly began to realize was his own voice.
Beast Boy sat bolt upright in bed, sweat soaked and sobbing. Hysterical, he just couldn't stop crying, and just hugged himself in a desperate bid for control. Slowly, he caught his breath and kicked his soaked bedclothes to one side, he stumbled to his feet and staggered uneasily to the bathroom. Taking a moment to further collect himself, he washed his face, and took another deep breath as he thought about the dream. Terra...
Thankfully, toy or not he wasn't actually present when she met her end at the hands of Puppet Kings toy soldiers. It took about a hour for the toy transformation effects to wear off and as they slowly regained their senses, they realised that one of their members was missing. Hurridly, the Titan's began looking for her throughout the massive tower, and as fate would have it, it was he who found her in the arboretum. The Puppet King had been reduced to sawdust between two of the rooms flagstones, and across the room, the lifeless body of Terra lay against the far wall. He again considered himself in the mirror for a moment....
As the door to the arboretum hissed open, he was hit with the sweet aromas of the natural beauty within. This place, their place. While there was some speculation amongst his team mates as to the depth of the relationship between Beast Boy and Terra, though none knew just how truly involved they were. It was here that they first made love that magical October evening so long ago. Laughing, they stole away from their friends during movie time and saught the warm refuge of the arboretum.
She was so beautiful, thin and small breasted, but gracefully curved with a flawless nut hued complexion. He was eager and awkward, she patient and tender, but each wanted nothing more than to please the other. They laughed and cuddled, exhaulted and soothed. Apres love making, they lay in the grass together, the warm breeze of the room's air scrubber washing over then. She lay on her back as he traced lazy circles gently across her stomach, daring not tear his eye away from her for even an instant.
She turned her head to look deep into his eyes and smiled softly at him. Kissing her he whispered, "I can be a million different things, but the only thing I want to be is yours.".
He was dressed only in his boxers and a T-shirt, but already felt a heat of this place. He hadn't paid much attention to Cyborg as he was talking this morning, but he had heard something about adjusting the seasonal mix in the room's climate control. It was Hot, and that suited him just fine. He wanted it steaming, like the African veldt. He wanted to go cheetah and tear ass across the plain. He wanted...
Walking to the farthest wall, he found the spot. Running his fingers across the freshly painted surface, he could feel exactly where she died. The blood had been scrubbed away, the musket ball holes patched, but her hand prints were still visible in the stone. As she lay dying, she evidently tried to shape the stone into something. Three feet across, her hand prints were visible on it's opposing edges, and it's center was spiralled inward. A wave of nausea hit him like a hammer and he dropped to the ground crying again. If only he'd been guicker, if only he'd been smarter, if only he hadn't been caught, if only... Quick, shallow breaths and he gradualy began to feel his system balance. Sitting down in the grass, he laid back against the large flagstone and closed his eyes. Terra...
It was a hot desert breeze that washed acrossed him as he lay there, but something didn't seem quite right. He opened his eyes to find himself laying on a cliffside in the desert. The sun sat low in the evening sky and the warm dry air had the taste of the wild to it. The desert was buzzing with life, mostly unseen by the casual observer, but there none the less. Insects, birds, lizards and rodents, the desert was a living metropolis more alive than the biggest human effort. As he stood, he realized he was nude, but hardly seemed phased by it. Civilization was only a dull, half remembered toothache to him at this point.
Letting out a mighty whoop, he took three quick steps and leapt from the cliffside, transforming into a condor in mid fall. He cawed and circled for miles, glad for the opportunity to let off some steam. As he made another low circle over the desert floor, a bit of motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning he saw a woman walking along a trail by the cliffside. Almond brown and every bit as nude as himself, she had silky blonde hair down to mid calf, and a slim athletic figure. Landing, he reverted to human form and called out, "TERRA!" Stunned, she spun about to face him.
He was to her in a second, hugging her as he whispered her name repeatedly, like a prayer. Equally delighted, she kissed him again and again as her tears choked off her words. Finally they parted long enough to face each other, as Beast Boy ran his hand softly along her cheek. Nothing more was said for the moment as she led him down the trail to her home. Within the lee side of a cliff face, she'd built a rustic yet brilliant encampment. She'd made adobe bricks and built an oven and hearth, snares and cages for small game, and a big soft settle of animal skins and foliage. Kissing him again, she took his hand and led him to her bed, pleading him with those bright blue eyes he'd so grown to love.
They lay there in the soft light of the late evening, his body wrapped around hers, her breathing a soft purr, her heartbeat ringing through him. Reaching up, he lay his hand over hers and kissed her at the base of her neck. Roused from her half slumber, she rolled over to face him. He couldn't help but kiss her again, followed greedily by a second and then a third. "Terra...," he said between kisses, "... not that I'm going to question this gift horse too much, but... what exactly IS this place? Where are we?"
She shifted a bit to raise up on one elbow and stroke his cheek, "I... don't know. It's just MY place, that's all I know. This whole desert is just for me. Everything I love is here, " she paused to run her fingers through his hair, "Everything." She paused to kiss him again, "I hunt and fish. I can hike for miles, and I can touch stone here like I've never been able to before..." and to demonstrate, she reached down and ran her fingers along the stone floor of her camp. There was a shudder and a hiss, and a lifesized statue of Beast Boy boiled up out of the stone floor.
"That's a rather idealized portrait. " he smiled, looking to the stone figures midsection. Giggling, she hugged him and sighed. Biting his lip, he asked, "Um...You... saved all of us, but... you realize that you were killed by the Puppet King, right?" Squeezing him tighter, he felt her nod yes. He reached over to wrap his arms around her.
"Then why am I here?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"Because it's heaven..." she whispered.
He awoke with a start as the room's air conditioner roared to life to balance out the heat. Smiling a little, he staggered to his feet and tried to stretch out the kinks in his back. Taking a deep breath, he checked his watch. He'd been here three hours. Looking around himself, he sighed and decided that a late nite snack was in order. Passing out of the arboretums doors, he looked back for just an instant without breaking his stride. Terra...
Approaching the kitchen, Beast Boy became aware of a series of almost conversation coming from the common room. Rounding the corner, he saw a rather disheveled Raven attempting to coral a very drunk pair of superheroines. Grinning, he looked to Raven and said, "So, how did the Temperance League meeting go?"
Sitting Starfire on the back of the sofa, she glowered at him and said, "I keep forgetting that the only reason they invite me along is because they know I don't drink. Designated driver sucks."
"Whoah. That bad?" Beast Boy asked, pouring himself a large glass of fruit juice.
"Wonder Girl challenged a trio of off duty cops to a drinking contest..." she sighed.
"I SUPPORT THE BLUE!" slurred Donna as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the sink.
"Uh huh. And her?" he asked, gesturing to the wobbly Starfire.
Rolling her eyes, Raven said, "Three wine coolers."
"It is not you who is the boss of me... Don't invite a spanking" raged Kori, as she tumbled backwards over the sofa.
"BB, I'm begging you. Could you please take one of them?" She looked really desperate.
Grinning, he set down his glass and said, "C'mon, naughty girl, lets get you you home." he said, and changing into a mountain gorilla, scooped Starfire up and bounded down the hall towards her room.
Sighing, Raven looked over at Wonder Girl, asleep head first in the sink.
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Groggily, Robin opened his door just enough to see a rather grouchy looking Raven.
"Hey love, What's goi..." he began to ask as she pushed past him and entered his room, shedding clothes as she made a b-line for his bathroom. As the door closed behind her, he tried to collect his thoughts as he gathered her spent fashion statement. After a time, the door opened to reveal her wearing one of his T-shirts as a nightshirt and carrying the remander of her clothes, which she dropped in a pile by his door. Walking over, she kissed him and said, "Let's call it a night."
Dropping her clothing onto the pile she'd already started, he said, "Uh hey, I thought we agreed to..."
"ROBIN!" she cut him off with a white-hot look, then softening her tone, she sighed, "I just endured an evening every bit as bad as the freakish Sanrio slumber party you put me through last night. It is now officially Raven's time, and Raven is going to get everything Raven wants under pain of braiding! All I want from you right now is companionship, soft kisses and no hogging the covers. Now, get your ass in this bed and behave yourself."
Bemused at her outburst, he could barely hide his grin.
Cracking a tiny smile, she asked, "Why do you make it so easy to love you?"
"It's one of my superpowers." he said, kissing her as he slipped under the covers next to her.
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To be Continued...
Next time; Hangovers and Hangups
Part Six- Fatima
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------
He was... a teddybear. Large and green, with big friendly eyes and a red felt tongue. He had memories, dim thoughts of having been something else at one time; many kinds of animals or maybe even a person. But that was silly, he was just a teddybear. Around were other toys suffering similar identity crisis, and above them the towering visage of the Puppet King holding Terra in his hand. She screamed and struggled, but could not break free of his grasp, and the teddybear tried to call out to here but found that his mouth was full of cotton.
"ZZZZSSSssssuuuucccchhhhaaaaaapppprrreeettttttyyyyydddddoooolllllll iiieeee yyyyoooouuuaaarrreeeeMMMMmmmmyyyydddddeeeaaarrrr...." slurred the Puppet King and the teddybear tried to stand to run to her rescue. But try as he might, his soft teddybear legs made it difficult to stand and even harder to run. Looking up, the Puppet King grinned, and snapped the Terra doll in 2 at the waist, releasing a torrent of blood, which showered down on the poor teddybear. He again tried to cry out but found he could make no sound at all. The blood was coming down in great streams now and began pooling on the floor around the teddybear's feet. It soaked into his fabric and clung to his fur, as the Terra dolls screams became one long, continuous wail, which he slowly began to realize was his own voice.
Beast Boy sat bolt upright in bed, sweat soaked and sobbing. Hysterical, he just couldn't stop crying, and just hugged himself in a desperate bid for control. Slowly, he caught his breath and kicked his soaked bedclothes to one side, he stumbled to his feet and staggered uneasily to the bathroom. Taking a moment to further collect himself, he washed his face, and took another deep breath as he thought about the dream. Terra...
Thankfully, toy or not he wasn't actually present when she met her end at the hands of Puppet Kings toy soldiers. It took about a hour for the toy transformation effects to wear off and as they slowly regained their senses, they realised that one of their members was missing. Hurridly, the Titan's began looking for her throughout the massive tower, and as fate would have it, it was he who found her in the arboretum. The Puppet King had been reduced to sawdust between two of the rooms flagstones, and across the room, the lifeless body of Terra lay against the far wall. He again considered himself in the mirror for a moment....
As the door to the arboretum hissed open, he was hit with the sweet aromas of the natural beauty within. This place, their place. While there was some speculation amongst his team mates as to the depth of the relationship between Beast Boy and Terra, though none knew just how truly involved they were. It was here that they first made love that magical October evening so long ago. Laughing, they stole away from their friends during movie time and saught the warm refuge of the arboretum.
She was so beautiful, thin and small breasted, but gracefully curved with a flawless nut hued complexion. He was eager and awkward, she patient and tender, but each wanted nothing more than to please the other. They laughed and cuddled, exhaulted and soothed. Apres love making, they lay in the grass together, the warm breeze of the room's air scrubber washing over then. She lay on her back as he traced lazy circles gently across her stomach, daring not tear his eye away from her for even an instant.
She turned her head to look deep into his eyes and smiled softly at him. Kissing her he whispered, "I can be a million different things, but the only thing I want to be is yours.".
He was dressed only in his boxers and a T-shirt, but already felt a heat of this place. He hadn't paid much attention to Cyborg as he was talking this morning, but he had heard something about adjusting the seasonal mix in the room's climate control. It was Hot, and that suited him just fine. He wanted it steaming, like the African veldt. He wanted to go cheetah and tear ass across the plain. He wanted...
Walking to the farthest wall, he found the spot. Running his fingers across the freshly painted surface, he could feel exactly where she died. The blood had been scrubbed away, the musket ball holes patched, but her hand prints were still visible in the stone. As she lay dying, she evidently tried to shape the stone into something. Three feet across, her hand prints were visible on it's opposing edges, and it's center was spiralled inward. A wave of nausea hit him like a hammer and he dropped to the ground crying again. If only he'd been guicker, if only he'd been smarter, if only he hadn't been caught, if only... Quick, shallow breaths and he gradualy began to feel his system balance. Sitting down in the grass, he laid back against the large flagstone and closed his eyes. Terra...
It was a hot desert breeze that washed acrossed him as he lay there, but something didn't seem quite right. He opened his eyes to find himself laying on a cliffside in the desert. The sun sat low in the evening sky and the warm dry air had the taste of the wild to it. The desert was buzzing with life, mostly unseen by the casual observer, but there none the less. Insects, birds, lizards and rodents, the desert was a living metropolis more alive than the biggest human effort. As he stood, he realized he was nude, but hardly seemed phased by it. Civilization was only a dull, half remembered toothache to him at this point.
Letting out a mighty whoop, he took three quick steps and leapt from the cliffside, transforming into a condor in mid fall. He cawed and circled for miles, glad for the opportunity to let off some steam. As he made another low circle over the desert floor, a bit of motion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning he saw a woman walking along a trail by the cliffside. Almond brown and every bit as nude as himself, she had silky blonde hair down to mid calf, and a slim athletic figure. Landing, he reverted to human form and called out, "TERRA!" Stunned, she spun about to face him.
He was to her in a second, hugging her as he whispered her name repeatedly, like a prayer. Equally delighted, she kissed him again and again as her tears choked off her words. Finally they parted long enough to face each other, as Beast Boy ran his hand softly along her cheek. Nothing more was said for the moment as she led him down the trail to her home. Within the lee side of a cliff face, she'd built a rustic yet brilliant encampment. She'd made adobe bricks and built an oven and hearth, snares and cages for small game, and a big soft settle of animal skins and foliage. Kissing him again, she took his hand and led him to her bed, pleading him with those bright blue eyes he'd so grown to love.
They lay there in the soft light of the late evening, his body wrapped around hers, her breathing a soft purr, her heartbeat ringing through him. Reaching up, he lay his hand over hers and kissed her at the base of her neck. Roused from her half slumber, she rolled over to face him. He couldn't help but kiss her again, followed greedily by a second and then a third. "Terra...," he said between kisses, "... not that I'm going to question this gift horse too much, but... what exactly IS this place? Where are we?"
She shifted a bit to raise up on one elbow and stroke his cheek, "I... don't know. It's just MY place, that's all I know. This whole desert is just for me. Everything I love is here, " she paused to run her fingers through his hair, "Everything." She paused to kiss him again, "I hunt and fish. I can hike for miles, and I can touch stone here like I've never been able to before..." and to demonstrate, she reached down and ran her fingers along the stone floor of her camp. There was a shudder and a hiss, and a lifesized statue of Beast Boy boiled up out of the stone floor.
"That's a rather idealized portrait. " he smiled, looking to the stone figures midsection. Giggling, she hugged him and sighed. Biting his lip, he asked, "Um...You... saved all of us, but... you realize that you were killed by the Puppet King, right?" Squeezing him tighter, he felt her nod yes. He reached over to wrap his arms around her.
"Then why am I here?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"Because it's heaven..." she whispered.
He awoke with a start as the room's air conditioner roared to life to balance out the heat. Smiling a little, he staggered to his feet and tried to stretch out the kinks in his back. Taking a deep breath, he checked his watch. He'd been here three hours. Looking around himself, he sighed and decided that a late nite snack was in order. Passing out of the arboretums doors, he looked back for just an instant without breaking his stride. Terra...
Approaching the kitchen, Beast Boy became aware of a series of almost conversation coming from the common room. Rounding the corner, he saw a rather disheveled Raven attempting to coral a very drunk pair of superheroines. Grinning, he looked to Raven and said, "So, how did the Temperance League meeting go?"
Sitting Starfire on the back of the sofa, she glowered at him and said, "I keep forgetting that the only reason they invite me along is because they know I don't drink. Designated driver sucks."
"Whoah. That bad?" Beast Boy asked, pouring himself a large glass of fruit juice.
"Wonder Girl challenged a trio of off duty cops to a drinking contest..." she sighed.
"I SUPPORT THE BLUE!" slurred Donna as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the sink.
"Uh huh. And her?" he asked, gesturing to the wobbly Starfire.
Rolling her eyes, Raven said, "Three wine coolers."
"It is not you who is the boss of me... Don't invite a spanking" raged Kori, as she tumbled backwards over the sofa.
"BB, I'm begging you. Could you please take one of them?" She looked really desperate.
Grinning, he set down his glass and said, "C'mon, naughty girl, lets get you you home." he said, and changing into a mountain gorilla, scooped Starfire up and bounded down the hall towards her room.
Sighing, Raven looked over at Wonder Girl, asleep head first in the sink.
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Groggily, Robin opened his door just enough to see a rather grouchy looking Raven.
"Hey love, What's goi..." he began to ask as she pushed past him and entered his room, shedding clothes as she made a b-line for his bathroom. As the door closed behind her, he tried to collect his thoughts as he gathered her spent fashion statement. After a time, the door opened to reveal her wearing one of his T-shirts as a nightshirt and carrying the remander of her clothes, which she dropped in a pile by his door. Walking over, she kissed him and said, "Let's call it a night."
Dropping her clothing onto the pile she'd already started, he said, "Uh hey, I thought we agreed to..."
"ROBIN!" she cut him off with a white-hot look, then softening her tone, she sighed, "I just endured an evening every bit as bad as the freakish Sanrio slumber party you put me through last night. It is now officially Raven's time, and Raven is going to get everything Raven wants under pain of braiding! All I want from you right now is companionship, soft kisses and no hogging the covers. Now, get your ass in this bed and behave yourself."
Bemused at her outburst, he could barely hide his grin.
Cracking a tiny smile, she asked, "Why do you make it so easy to love you?"
"It's one of my superpowers." he said, kissing her as he slipped under the covers next to her.
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To be Continued...
Next time; Hangovers and Hangups