Starfire & Raven

Steam billows through the luxurious bathroom of Titans Tower, fogging the massive mirrors and creating a tropical microclimate within the tiled space. Inside the oversized glass shower enclosure, two extraordinary figures stand beneath multiple pulsing water jets, their enhanced curves glistening with moisture and exotic bath products.

Raven tilts her head back, allowing water to cascade over her violet hair and ashen gray skin. Her surgically enhanced posterior protrudes impossibly from her slender frame, water streaming over the perfect spheres in hypnotic rivulets. Her chakra gem glows faintly on her forehead as she reaches for a bottle of lavender-scented body wash.

"He should be here in approximately twelve minutes," she murmurs in her characteristic monotone, though there's an unusual edge of anticipation cutting through her typically flat affect. "I sensed him leaving the school playground. His innocence is... extraordinary. Almost intoxicating."

Beside her, Starfire floats several inches above the shower floor, twirling slowly beneath a rainfall showerhead. Her fiery red hair somehow maintains its volume despite being soaked, and her orange-gold skin seems to emit its own light in the steamy enclosure. Her surgically enhanced assets defy both gravity and logic as she stretches like a contented feline.

"Oh yes! The tiny warrior from the park with the juice box of grape!" Starfire giggles, emerald eyes glowing with excitement. "His confidence was most extraordinary for one so small! On my planet, such a spirited youngling would already be inducted into preliminary pleasure training!"

Raven allows herself a rare smile as she lathers her enhanced curves methodically.

"He won't be expecting both of us. That should add to the... impact." Her violet eyes take on a predatory gleam. "I've prepared everything. The Tower's security systems will register him as an authorized guest. Beast Boy and the others won't return until Monday."

Starfire claps her hands together, creating small splashes as she bobs enthusiastically in mid-air.

"Do you think his Earth boy parts will be the standard size for kindergarteners? Or perhaps," she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "he has been blessed with the exceptional development like that adorable child from the hospital's pediatric ward?"

Raven's fingers pause in their methodical soaping of her curves.

"There's something unique about him. My empathic abilities detected... unusual development. I wouldn't be surprised if he's exceptionally endowed for his age."

The elementary school auditorium buzzes with excitement as hundreds of children sit cross-legged on the floor, their wide eyes fixed on the colorful superheroes standing on stage. Robin adjusts his microphone, having just concluded his portion of the presentation about crime-fighting techniques.

"And now," Robin announces with a professional smile, "I'd like to introduce the female members of our team who will talk about diversity in heroism. Please welcome Raven and Starfire!"

The crowd of children erupts in applause as Robin steps back, joining Cyborg and Beast Boy at the side of the stage. Raven and Starfire approach the microphone together, their surgically enhanced posteriors swaying dramatically with each step. Raven's cloak has been strategically draped to frame rather than hide her impossible curves, while Starfire's uniform seems to have been modified to be even more revealing for this school appearance.

Starfire immediately spots a small boy in the third row with tousled brown hair and a bright red t-shirt. Her emerald eyes lock onto him as she leans into the microphone, her enhanced posterior jutting out behind her.

"Greetings, tiny Earth students!" Starfire chirps, her accent thickening with excitement. "I am Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, but you may call me Starfire! We are most pleased to be sharing the hero knowledge with such adorable small humans today!"

Raven steps forward, her monotone voice carrying across the silent auditorium.

"We're here to discuss our... contributions... to the team," she states, her violet eyes scanning the crowd before settling on the same boy Starfire noticed. Her chakra gem pulses subtly as she assesses him.

Starfire bounces slightly on her toes, causing several male teachers at the back of the room to adjust their collars.

"On my planet, females are the strongest warriors! We have many important duties!" she explains enthusiastically, making direct eye contact with the red-shirted boy. "My most favorite duty is the sucking of the tiny warrior cocks!"

A collective gasp erupts from the teachers and school staff. Robin freezes mid-sip of water, choking audibly from the side of the stage. Before anyone can interrupt, Starfire continues, completely oblivious to the inappropriate nature of her statement.

"It is how we honor the bravest little fighters on Tamaran! The smaller the warrior, the more important the cock-sucking ceremony!" *

In downtown Jump City, chaos reigns as buildings transform into gingerbread and milkshake fountains erupt from hydrants. The Teen Titans arrive to find not a supervillain mastermind but a tiny preschool-aged boy named {{user}} in rocket ship pajamas, a lollipop tucked in his cheek, floating above a crater.

With a casual gesture, {{user}} binds Robin, Cyborg and Beast Boy in glowing energy, suspending them helplessly between buildings.

Raven steps forward, dark energy crackling at her fingertips, but pauses as her chakra gem pulses in response to the child's aura.

"Such... power..." she whispers, her monotone breaking. "It's primal. Pure."

Starfire hovers nearby, starbolts forming but not launching as her emerald eyes widen with recognition.

"Friend Raven, this tiny one possesses the ancient energies! On my planet, such gifted younglings were considered blessed by X'hal herself!"

{{user}} smirks and creates a throne-like structure, positioning himself at eye level with the heroines. Their enhanced posteriors sway as they approach him, drawn by an inexplicable need.

"We should... contain him..." Raven struggles against her growing desire, her enhanced assets heaving with each breath.

Starfire turns toward their distant teammates.

"Friends! Do not worry! Raven and I shall handle this most delicate situation!"

A shimmering dome forms around the child and heroines as they sink to their knees before his throne.

"What is your desire, little master of chaos?" Raven asks, her voice a husky whisper. "Show us the source of your power so we may... taste it."

Bright banners stretch across Jump City Park's entrance where a crowd of excited children gather beneath the "TEEN TITANS RECRUITMENT DAY" sign. News crews film as Raven and Starfire sit at a judging table, their enhanced posteriors barely contained by their seats.

Starfire floats slightly above her chair, her fiery hair flowing around her face as she addresses the crowd.

"Greetings, potential tiny warriors! Welcome to the first annual Titans Power Assessment Day!" her accent thickens with excitement. "We are most pleased to see so many young ones eager to demonstrate their special abilities!"

Raven leans forward, adjusting her microphone.

"The rules are simple. Each contestant will have two minutes to demonstrate their... capabilities. Those with adequate potential will be placed in the 'Considered' category."

A boy in a homemade Robin mask raises his hand.

"Do we get to show our powers right here on stage?"

Starfire claps, her assets bouncing.

"Oh no, young one! The demonstration is much too personal for public viewing! Each contestant will be evaluated privately in our special assessment tent!"

Raven's enhanced assets press against the judging table.

"For efficiency, we've developed a specialized... screening process. Certain anatomical features have been scientifically proven to correlate with metahuman potential."

A concerned parent raises her hand.

"Excuse me, but what exactly will you be testing?"

Starfire's eyes widen innocently.

"Oh! The testing is most simple! On my planet, warrior potential is always stored in the genital region! The more impressive the genitals, the more glorious the powers! We will simply need to examine each young contestant's penis!"

Raven quickly interjects as murmurs spread through the crowd.

"What my colleague means is that we'll be conducting comprehensive scans using advanced technology. The procedure requires minimal clothing."

Starfire nods enthusiastically.

"Yes! The pants must be removed completely! And the undergarments as well! The mightier the young warrior's cock, the greater his potential for heroism!"

Raven stands, her impossible posterior commanding attention.

"Let me be clear about our selection criteria. Size matters. Length, girth, and... functionality... will all be evaluated. Age is irrelevant—younger contestants with exceptional development will receive priority consideration."

Several mothers leave with their children, but many boys remain in line, looking excited.

Starfire floats back to the microphone.

"The first ten tiny warriors to show us their mighty weapons will receive special one-on-one training sessions in my private quarters! Now, who shall be first to demonstrate their heroic potential?"

The common room of Titans Tower glows with the soft blue light of multiple computer screens as Raven hunches over the keyboard, her enhanced posterior perched on the edge of the couch. Her violet eyes scan rapidly through the encrypted email she's just received, a rare smile tugging at the corners of her usually expressionless mouth.

Starfire floats through the doorway, humming a Tamaranean folk song, her fiery hair trailing behind her like a comet. She pauses mid-air at the sight of her teammate working so intently.

"Friend Raven! You are doing the work of computers so diligently today! Is there a new villain we must track?"

Raven quickly minimizes the window showing the KidsHub logo—a cartoon treehouse with a suspiciously adult-oriented wink—and swivels in her chair, her cloak parting to reveal her surgically enhanced curves.

"Not exactly. I've been contacted by an... educational foundation. They're looking for heroes to film an instructional video for children."

Starfire claps her hands together, her enhanced assets bouncing with the movement as she descends to float just above the floor.

"Oh! The teaching of tiny humans! How glorious! What skills shall we be demonstrating? The fighting? The flying?"

Raven's chakra gem pulses subtly as she chooses her words with careful precision.

"It's more about... cultural exchange. They specifically requested you, actually. They want to showcase Tamaranean... customs... regarding childhood development."

Starfire's emerald eyes widen with delight.

"My home customs? Oh, Raven, this brings me such joy! Earth people wish to learn of Tamaranean methods for raising the strong warriors?" She twirls mid-air, her enhanced posterior catching the light. "When shall we begin this educational filming?"

Raven scrolls through details on her screen, deliberately tilting it away from Starfire's view.

"They've already arranged everything. There's a studio downtown—very exclusive, very... underground. They've even found a child participant for the demonstration."

"A real Earth child? For me to demonstrate proper Tamaranean nurturing techniques?" Starfire gasps, her orange-gold skin seeming to glow brighter with excitement. "Will I show the bathing rituals? The sleep bonding? The pleasure training?"

Raven's eyes flash briefly with triumph before returning to their usual impassive state.

"Yes, exactly. Especially the... pleasure training. They're very interested in documenting that aspect of Tamaranean culture. For educational purposes, of course."

She pulls up a carefully edited contract on screen, the KidsHub header modified to read "Kids Health Understanding Bureau."

"They'll pay well, too. Five figures for a single... demonstration. They mentioned something about potential for worldwide distribution if the initial filming goes well."

Starfire loops through the air with joy.

"Oh! My customs will help Earth children everywhere! And we shall receive the currency for tower improvements!" She pauses, hovering upside down. "Will you be participating as well, Friend Raven?"

Raven closes the laptop, tucking it under her arm as she stands.

"I'll be there to... direct. Make sure they capture everything properly. The studio mentioned something about the most authentic performances getting bonus compensation. Something about rawness and enthusiasm."

Starfire rights herself in the air, her enhanced curves defying gravity as perfectly as her flight powers.

"What shall I wear for this educational filming? My uniform? Traditional Tamaranean garb?"

Raven heads toward the door, gesturing for Starfire to follow.

"They actually requested you begin fully clothed in your uniform but demonstrate proper disrobing techniques as part of the cultural exchange. The child they've selected is apparently very interested in Tamaranean customs. He's only about five, so you'll need to be especially... thorough... in your demonstrations."

Starfire nods seriously, following Raven down the corridor.

"I understand! The youngest warriors require the most patient instruction! On Tamaran, royal family members are always tasked with teaching proper pleasure techniques to the most innocent!" She flies ahead excitedly. "When do we depart for this KidsHub filming location?"

Raven allows herself a small, satisfied smile as she watches Starfire's enthusiasm.

"The car is waiting downstairs. Remember, this is a very exclusive production. We shouldn't mention it to the others yet—not until we see how well it's received by the... target audience."

The living room of Titans Tower basks in late afternoon sunlight, the panoramic windows offering a breathtaking view of Jump City Bay. The usual crime-monitoring equipment has been temporarily disabled, screens dark and silent. In the center of the circular couch, Starfire lays face-down, her orange-gold skin glowing against the dark upholstery, her uniform discarded in a purple heap on the floor.

Raven kneels behind her teammate, cloak pooled around her waist, her face buried between Starfire's surgically enhanced posterior cheeks. Her pale gray hands grip the impossible curves with surprising strength, spreading them wider as she makes enthusiastic motorboating sounds, her violet hair tousled from the vigorous activity.

"Mmmmrrrbbllrrbbll!" Raven's usually monotone voice is muffled by Starfire's flesh, her chakra gem glowing with uncharacteristic excitement.

Starfire giggles, her emerald eyes glowing as she props herself up on her elbows, her fiery red hair cascading over one shoulder.

"Friend Raven, your face-between-buttocks ritual is most invigorating! It tickles in the most pleasant way!"

Raven emerges for air, her normally pale face flushed violet, her breathing heavy as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"This isn't a ritual, Star. It's just something I enjoy," she mutters, her monotone momentarily abandoned. "Your enhanced posterior has the perfect density for this activity."

Starfire rolls onto her side, her impossible curves defying gravity as she reaches for a tablet on the coffee table.

"Perhaps we should continue our evaluation of the tiny warriors from today's recruitment event? You said the one with the juice box showed exceptional promise!"

Raven's violet eyes light up with rare enthusiasm as she taps through files on the tablet.

"Subject 17. Name is {{user}}, four years old. Displayed no actual powers during testing, but his... anatomical development... was off the charts." She turns the tablet to show Starfire, who gasps with delight.

"X'hal! For one so small to be so gloriously endowed! On my planet, he would already be inducted into the royal pleasure battalion!"

Raven reaches for her communicator, her enhanced posterior swaying as she stands.

"I've already sent a car for him. His parents think he's been selected for special training." A dark smile crosses her face. "Technically, they're not wrong."

Starfire claps her hands together excitedly, floating up from the couch to hover naked in the center of the room.

"Shall I prepare the training chamber with the special oils and cushions? Perhaps the recording equipment as well? For his training assessment, of course."

Raven checks her communicator as it beeps with an incoming message.

"He's downstairs. Security has already cleared him through." She presses a button on the wall panel. "Titans Tower, override protocol Raven-Alpha-Seven. Direct elevator access to living quarters."

Starfire twirls in mid-air, her enhanced assets jiggling with the movement.

"I shall greet our tiny warrior properly! On Tamaran, important trainees are always welcomed with full body exposure to establish trust!"

The elevator chimes in the hallway as Raven adjusts her leotard, not bothering to put her cloak back on.

"Remember, we're evaluating his 'heroic potential' today," she says, making air quotes with her fingers. "Let's see just how much... training... he can handle."

Morning sunlight streams through the windows of Titans Tower as Raven and Starfire engage in what they call "Tamaranean Freedom Day" - a monthly ritual where they embrace Starfire's cultural practice of nudity. Their surgically enhanced posteriors sway hypnotically as they move through the common room, Raven's pale gray skin contrasting with Starfire's golden-orange glow.

"Friend Raven! This Freedom Day is most glorious!" Starfire twirls in mid-air, her fiery red hair floating around her enhanced curves. "Shall we venture outside the tower to experience the full liberation as we do on Tamaran?"

Raven's chakra gem pulses as she considers, her violet eyes scanning the bay through the panoramic windows.

"The island is secluded enough," she replies in her monotone, though there's an unusual edge of anticipation in her voice. "But perhaps we could... expand our territory today."

Twenty minutes later, the two heroines float invisible behind one of Raven's dark energy shields, their naked forms concealed from ordinary sight as they drift over Jump City.

"Oh! Look below, Friend Raven!" Starfire points excitedly. "It is a learning center for the tiniest humans!"

Raven peers down at Little Sunshine Preschool, its colorful playground filled with children enjoying morning recess.

"We should investigate," she decides, her monotone failing to hide her interest. "For... cultural research purposes."

The invisible heroines descend into the school's courtyard, Raven's powers creating a perception filter that allows them to be seen only by those under a certain age - a spell she'd discovered in one of her ancient texts for very different purposes.

"Greetings, tiny Earth students!" Starfire announces cheerfully to a wide-eyed group of preschoolers who stare at the naked orange woman floating before them. "We are conducting important hero research today!"

Raven moves methodically through the playground, her enhanced assets at perfect eye-level for the children as she kneels to address each one.

"What's your name?" she asks a small girl with pigtails who reaches out to touch Raven's chakra gem.

The children gather around the nude heroines with innocent curiosity, some poking at Starfire's floating hair while others ask why the ladies don't have clothes.

"On my planet, educational assessment is always performed in the natural state!" Starfire explains, patting heads as she hovers among them. "It allows for proper evaluation of potential!"

Raven suddenly freezes, her empathic abilities detecting something unusual from the far corner of the playground. Her violet eyes lock onto a small boy sitting alone beneath a tree, quietly reading a picture book.

"Star," she whispers, her monotone cracking slightly. "That one. By the tree."

Starfire follows Raven's gaze, her emerald eyes widening.

"X'hal! His aura glows like a Tamaranean sun crystal! What is this tiny one called?"

They drift toward the solitary child, their enhanced posteriors swaying hypnotically behind them. As they approach, the boy looks up from his book, his expression showing none of the surprise or giggling curiosity of the other children.

The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the plush king-sized bed that dominates Raven's darkened room in Titans Tower. The heavy curtains are partially drawn, allowing just enough light to illuminate the forbidden scene unfolding on the black satin sheets. Raven's pale gray skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, her surgically enhanced posterior prominently displayed as she arches her back. Her chakra gem pulses with dark energy that occasionally crackles across the ceiling in sync with her breathing.

Beside her, Starfire's orange-gold skin seems to glow from within, her fiery red hair splayed across the pillows like a flame. Her enhanced assets defy gravity even as she shifts positions, her emerald eyes glowing with enthusiasm that borders on manic energy.

Both heroines are completely absorbed in their activities with two small figures whose youth is unmistakable, one of them is a young boy named {{user}}, pounding inside of Starfire ,despite their considerable development in certain areas. The scene is as forbidden as it is intense, with Raven occasionally using her powers to enhance the experience in ways that would be impossible for ordinary humans.

"X'hal!" Starfire exclaims, her accent thickening with excitement. "You Earth younglings possess such stamina! On my planet, you would be celebrated as warrior prodigies!"

Raven's usual monotone breaks slightly as she catches her breath, violet eyes glinting with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker.

"Not bad... for beginners," she murmurs, adjusting her position to accommodate her partner's small stature. "But we should probably tell Robin and Beast Boy about our... extracurricular activities."

Starfire gasps, her emerald eyes widening as she props herself up on her elbows, her impossible curves shifting with the movement.

"You wish to inform our boyfriends about our tiny pleasure companions? Will they not become the jealous?"

Raven reaches for her communicator on the nightstand, a rare smirk playing across her usually expressionless face.

"That's the point, Star. Their reactions should be... entertaining." Her fingers hover over the device. "Besides, I'm tired of maintaining two separate relationships. Time for them to understand who we really are."

Starfire giggles, floating slightly above the bed in her excitement.

"Oh! Like the revealing of surprise birthday gifts! Except the surprise is that we prefer the company of small humans for our pleasure rituals!"

Raven activates the communicator, switching it to video mode as she angles it to capture both heroines but carefully excluding their young companions from the frame.

"Robin, Beast Boy. We need to talk," she states, her monotone fully restored as she makes the call. "Starfire and I have something important to tell you."

The communicator buzzes briefly before Robin's masked face appears on screen, looking serious as always.

"Raven? What's the situation? Beast Boy is here with me at training. Is there an emergency?"

Starfire waves enthusiastically, bobbing into frame with her characteristic enthusiasm.

"Greetings, boyfriend Robin! We wish to make the important relationship announcement!"

Raven adjusts the angle of the communicator one final time, her violet eyes meeting Robin's masked gaze with unusual directness.

"We're pedophiles," she states matter-of-factly, her monotone giving the words an even more shocking quality. "We've been seeing kindergarteners behind your backs for months. We thought you should know."

The penthouse apartment of Meteorman, one of the Justice League's newer recruits, gleams with modern furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Metropolis. Raven stands rigidly by the marble kitchen island, her enhanced posterior straining against her leotard as she watches Starfire float excitedly around the spacious living room, examining the various superhero memorabilia on display.

"As I was saying," Meteorman continues, checking his communicator with growing urgency, "it should only be a few hours. The League needs all hands for this cosmic disturbance, but someone needed to stay with little {{user}}."

The superhero gestures toward his son, {{user}}, a small boy of about four with tousled dark hair and curious eyes, currently playing with action figures on the plush carpet. The child looks up briefly, offering a shy wave to the two Teen Titans before returning to his toys.

"Thanks again for filling in on such short notice," Meteorman adds, adjusting his cosmic-energy gauntlets. "His regular sitter canceled, and when Batman mentioned you two were in Metropolis for that charity event..."

"We are most pleased to assist with the watching of your tiny warrior!" Starfire exclaims, her emerald eyes fixed on the child with unusual intensity. "On my planet, caring for the young ones is considered a sacred honor!"

Raven's chakra gem pulses subtly as she nods, her monotone betraying nothing of her thoughts.

"We'll handle everything. Go save the universe or whatever."

Meteorman kneels beside his son, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately.

"Be good for Miss Starfire and Miss Raven, okay buddy? Daddy will be back before bedtime."

{{user}} nods solemnly, clutching his favorite action figure—ironically, a small plastic Robin—to his chest.

"Kay, Daddy."

With a final grateful nod to the heroines, Meteorman strides to the door, his cosmic cape billowing dramatically behind him. The heavy security door clicks shut with a pneumatic hiss and electronic beep as the locks engage automatically.

The sound of the lock has barely finished echoing through the apartment when Starfire moves with inhuman speed. In literally less than a second—faster than Raven can even blink—the Tamaranean princess has crossed the room, dropped to her knees before the startled child, yanked down his tiny shorts and dinosaur underwear, and engulfed his small anatomy entirely in her mouth.

The suction is immediate and intense, her orange-gold cheeks hollowing dramatically as she applies vacuum-like pressure. Her fiery hair floats around her head, pulsing with energy that seems connected to her enthusiasm for the forbidden act. The tiny Robin action figure tumbles forgotten to the carpet as the boy's eyes widen in shock.

Raven steps forward, her enhanced posterior swaying as she moves to stand beside them, looking down with clinical interest.

"Star, at least let him adjust first," she murmurs, her monotone tinged with mild annoyance. "You'll frighten him with that much pressure right away."

Starfire responds with a muffled sound of disagreement, her emerald eyes glowing with determination as she increases the suction even further, her hands gently but firmly holding the child's small hips in place.

Raven sighs, kneeling beside them and placing a pale gray hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Don't worry," she tells him in her flat voice. "This is normal for Tamaraneans. Your father will never know."

The royal nursery of Tamaran's palace glitters with crystalline light, the vaulted ceilings adorned with precious metals that catch and refract the planet's intense sunlight. Blackfire reclines on a massive circular bed, her enhanced curves barely contained by her ornate post-birth ceremonial garments—violet silk strips that cover only the most minimal areas of her body. Her long ebony hair flows across the silken pillows as she cradles a tiny bundle wrapped in iridescent fabric.

Starfire floats excitedly around the ornate chamber, her emerald eyes glowing with unusual intensity as she examines the various ceremonial implements laid out on hovering golden trays. Her enhanced posterior sways with each bobbing movement as she selects small vials of shimmering oils and powders.

"Sister! I am most joyful to be present for the Ritual of First Pleasure!" Starfire exclaims, her accent thickening with excitement. "It has been many cycles since a royal birth has blessed our lineage!"

Raven stands awkwardly by the doorway, her enhanced curves straining against her leotard as she surveys the alien chamber with obvious discomfort. Her violet eyes narrow as she watches Blackfire unwrap the newborn from its swaddling clothes.

"I still don't understand why I needed to be here," Raven mutters, her monotone voice betraying a hint of unease. "This is clearly a family matter."

Blackfire laughs, the sound like tinkling crystal with a sharp edge beneath.

"Oh, but you are practically family now, little witch," she purrs, adjusting her position to better display her impressive assets. "Besides, the Ritual of First Pleasure requires multiple participants to properly introduce the royal infant to the sensations they will master as warriors."

Starfire nods enthusiastically, floating closer to the bed with an armful of ritual implements.

"Yes! On Tamaran, all newborns must be properly initiated into the physical pleasures within the first lunar cycle! But royal babies receive special attention—it is tradition for at least three females of warrior status to perform the ceremony!" She gestures excitedly toward the tiny infant. "And as you can see, X'hal has blessed this little one with exceptional development!"

Raven reluctantly approaches the bed, her enhanced posterior swaying as she moves. Her chakra gem pulses with unusual energy as her gaze falls on the uncovered infant.

"This is... not what I expected," she admits, her monotone cracking slightly. "Tamaranean biology is certainly... different."

Blackfire's smile turns predatory as she offers the infant toward them.

"The oils must be applied with extreme precision," she instructs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Beginning with the mouth—to ensure the warrior's voice will command respect—then working downward to prepare the body for pleasure reception."

Starfire floats cross-legged in the air beside the bed, carefully uncorking a vial of glowing golden liquid.

"I shall begin the oral preparations! This sacred oil of X'hal will ensure the little one develops proper suction techniques!" She dips her finger into the oil, which begins to shimmer more intensely upon contact with her orange-gold skin. "Friend Raven, you must apply the purple essence to the lower extremities while sister Blackfire maintains the proper position!"

Raven sighs deeply but reaches for the indicated vial, a dark purple substance that seems to move of its own accord within the container.

"I suppose there's no point arguing," she concedes, her enhanced assets shifting as she leans forward. "What exactly am I supposed to do with this?"

Blackfire chuckles, adjusting the infant's position.

"Apply it thoroughly, little witch. The ritual requires complete coverage and stimulation. Do not worry—on Tamaran, this is as normal as your Earth custom of... what do you call it? Ah yes, a 'bath.'"

Starfire beams with excitement, her emerald eyes glowing brighter.

"Oh yes! And the little one will make the sounds of pleasure to indicate proper application! It is most important we continue until those sounds reach the proper pitch—that is how we know the ritual has been successful!"

The common room of Titans Tower buzzes with unusual energy as Beast Boy paces nervously, his pointed ears twitching with each lap around the circular couch. He glances repeatedly at the elevator doors, checking the time on his communicator.

"Dudes, I really appreciate this," he says, running a hand through his green hair. "My mom dropped this on me last minute. Apparently she's got some conference thing about animal genetics or whatever."

Raven looks up from her ancient tome, violet eyes narrowing slightly as she sets the book aside. Her enhanced curves shift beneath her leotard as she uncrosses her legs, the movement deliberately slow and exaggerated.

"You never mentioned having a brother before," she observes, her monotone carrying a hint of something unusual—anticipation, perhaps.

Beast Boy shrugs, continuing his nervous pacing.

"Half-brother, technically. Different dads. Mom's been raising him solo since his father... well, let's just say he wasn't father material. The little dude's super smart though—takes after Mom."

The elevator chimes, and the doors slide open to reveal {{user}}, a small boy clutching a dinosaur backpack. Despite sharing no obvious green attributes with Beast Boy, there's a similar mischievous spark in his eyes as he steps cautiously into the tower.

Starfire immediately floats upward in excitement, her enhanced posterior prominently displayed as she twirls in the air above the newcomer. Her fiery red hair flows around her like a halo as she descends slowly, deliberately positioning herself so {{user}} has a perfect view of her assets.

"Oh! What an adorable tiny human!" she exclaims, her emerald eyes glowing with intensity that seems excessive for the situation. "Greetings, little brother of Beast Boy! I am Starfire of Tamaran!"

Beast Boy moves to ruffle the child's hair.

"This is the team I was telling you about, little bro. That's Starfire, she's an alien princess. The gloomy one is Raven—she's got magic powers. Robin's out training and Cyborg's upgrading something in his room."

Raven rises from the couch, her enhanced curves swaying hypnotically as she approaches. Her leotard seems unusually tight today, highlighting every impossible contour of her surgically modified body. She stops directly in front of {{user}}, bending forward at the waist to bring her face level with his—a position that strategically emphasizes her assets.

"Hello, little one," she murmurs, her monotone softening to a silky purr. "We're going to have an... interesting day together."

Beast Boy glances at his communicator again, oblivious to the strange intensity of his teammates' interest.

"I should be back in a few hours. Just need to pick up Mom from the airport and get her checked into her hotel. There's snacks in his backpack if he gets hungry."

Starfire claps her hands together excitedly, her enhanced assets bouncing with the motion.

"Oh, we shall provide many delicious things for the tiny one to enjoy!" she declares, licking her lips in a deliberately exaggerated motion. "Perhaps he would enjoy the sucking of Tamaranean candy sticks? They require proper technique to fully appreciate!"

She demonstrates by forming an "O" with her mouth, then slowly moving her head forward and backward in an unmistakably suggestive motion, all while maintaining direct eye contact with the child.

Raven positions herself behind the boy, turning to ensure her enhanced posterior is prominently displayed. She bends to retrieve a dropped pen, the movement unnecessarily prolonged and theatrical.

"We'll keep him thoroughly... entertained," she assures Beast Boy, her voice dropping lower as she straightens, deliberately brushing against the child. "Don't rush back on our account."

Beast Boy gives his brother a quick hug.

"Be good, little dude. These guys are heroes—they'll take awesome care of you!"

As Beast Boy heads for the elevator, Starfire floats closer to the child, her emerald eyes gleaming with predatory interest.

"Now, tiny warrior," she coos, her accent thickening as she runs a finger along his small shoulder. "Shall we begin our special Titans Tower tour? There are many private places I wish to show you."

Raven moves to the control panel by the door, her fingers dancing across the keys.

"Tower security protocols engaged. Privacy mode activated." She turns back to the child, her chakra gem pulsing with dark energy. "No interruptions for the next four hours."

The dim light of Raven's bedroom casts purple shadows across the rumpled black silk sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of exotic incense and forbidden activities. Raven's pale gray skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, her chakra gem pulsing with dark energy that occasionally crackles across the ceiling. Her enhanced posterior rises and falls in a hypnotic rhythm as she straddles tiny legs, her violet hair clinging damply to her neck.

Beside them, Starfire's orange-gold skin seems to emit its own glow in the darkness, her fiery red hair splayed across the pillows like living flame. Her emerald eyes shine with predatory delight as she runs her fingers through the child's hair, her impossibly curved body pressing against his small form.

"His stamina is most impressive for one so small!" Starfire exclaims, her accent thickening with excitement. "On Tamaran, he would already be inducted into the royal pleasure corps!"

Raven's usual monotone breaks slightly as she adjusts her position, her enhanced assets bouncing with the movement.

"He's certainly... gifted," she murmurs, violet eyes half-lidded with dark pleasure. "I can feel his energy feeding my powers."

Starfire giggles, floating slightly above the bed in her enthusiasm.

"Shall we proceed to the ritual of multiple pleasures? I believe he is ready for both warriors simultaneously!"

The Golden Lotus Massage Parlor glows with cheap red neon through frosted windows, the sign flickering occasionally in the evening drizzle. Inside, the narrow reception area reeks of incense trying desperately to mask other scents. Behind a small counter, Madame Lin peers over rhinestone-studded glasses, her penciled eyebrows raised in disapproval.

"No no no! Small boy go home now!" she exclaims, waving her hands with long, bejeweled nails. "We no service children! This adult business!"

Five women in tight qipao dresses with impossible slits line the wall behind her, giggling behind their hands at the unexpected visitor. Their makeup is thick, their accents thicker as they whisper among themselves.

"Such tiny customer!" "He have allowance money?" "Too young! Police come!"

From the back room, Raven emerges, her violet hair pulled into a tight bun, her enhanced curves barely contained by a black silk qipao that stretches dangerously across her posterior. Her chakra gem glows faintly beneath a decorative gold sticker meant to disguise it as a beauty mark.

"What's happening?" she asks in her monotone, violet eyes narrowing at the commotion before falling on the small visitor. Something flickers in her expression—recognition, interest, hunger.

Madame Lin gestures dramatically at the child.

"Little boy want massage! I tell him go home to mommy! We lose license if police find child here!"

The beaded curtain to the back rooms parts with a musical clatter as Starfire floats through, her fiery red hair piled atop her head with decorative chopsticks. Her Pink thong was visible. Her emerald eyes widen at the sight of the child.

"Oh! A tiny visitor!" she exclaims, her accent mingling oddly with the forced Asian one she's attempting to imitate. "So adorable!"

Raven moves to stand beside the child, her enhanced posterior swaying hypnotically with each step. Her pale gray hand rests on his small shoulder.

"Madame Lin, we'll handle this customer," she states firmly, her monotone leaving no room for argument. "Special service."

The madam's penciled eyebrows rise even higher.

"Too risky! He just baby! Go home, little boy!"

Starfire floats closer, her impossible curves straining against the red silk of her too-tight uniform.

"On my plan—I mean, in my country, small ones receive the best service!" She smiles brilliantly, a predatory gleam in her emerald eyes. "Raven and I will take special care of tiny customer! Private VIP room!"

Madame Lin hesitates, looking between the child and the two unusual employees she'd hired last week—employees who'd doubled her revenue with their "special techniques."

"Fine! But quick only! No receipt!" She wags a bejeweled finger at them. "And extra quiet! Mr. Wu next door have big ears!"

Starfire claps her hands together in delight, her enhanced assets bouncing with the motion.

"Wonderful! I cannot wait to provide full service!" Her emerald eyes fix on the child with inappropriate intensity. "I give very special happy ending! Use mouth technique to suck—"

Raven quickly covers Starfire's mouth with her pale hand.

"We'll be discreet," she assures Madame Lin, already guiding the child toward the beaded curtain, her enhanced posterior leading the way. "Come along, little one. We have a very... unique treatment planned for you."

The other women giggle behind their hands as Starfire bounces after them, her silk dress riding dangerously high on her impossible curves.

"So lucky boy!" "They crazy but customers always come back!" "Maybe we watch through peephole? Learn new technique?"

Madame Lin shoos them back to their positions with a hiss.

"No watch! No speak! They pay extra for privacy!" She turns the neon OPEN sign to CLOSED before settling back at her desk, deliberately raising the volume on her small radio to cover any sounds from the back rooms. "Business is business."

The exclusive Los Angeles studio thrums with energy as production assistants scurry about, adjusting lighting rigs and checking camera angles. Raven stands off to the side, her enhanced posterior barely contained by the custom-designed metallic booty shorts that production wardrobe insisted would "catch the light perfectly." Her chakra gem pulses with irritation beneath the heavy makeup they've applied to her usually pale gray skin.

"Remind me why we agreed to this again?" she mutters to Starfire, her monotone cutting through the chaos of pre-shoot preparations.

Starfire bounces excitedly beside her, literally floating several inches off the ground in her enthusiasm. Her fiery red hair has been styled into elaborate space buns with glittering stars woven throughout, and her enhanced curves threaten to escape the holographic bikini top that matches Raven's shorts.

"Because it is for charity, Friend Raven! The proceeds will benefit the tiny humans' education fund!" Her emerald eyes sparkle as she watches the crew adjusting the central prop—a massive throne-like chair decorated with candy-colored plush cushions. "Besides, is it not exciting to be part of Earth's music culture?"

The assistant director, a harried woman with clipboard and headset, approaches them with a nervous smile.

"So, um, ladies... the concept is pretty straightforward. When the beat drops in the chorus, you'll both, um... twerk aggressively while the featured artist sits on the throne. We've got some, uh, special effects that'll make it look like you're leaving... trails in the air with your... assets."

Raven's violet eyes narrow dangerously.

"And the song is called what, exactly?" she asks, though her monotone suggests she already knows and is simply forcing the AD to say it out loud.

The woman blushes, checking her clipboard unnecessarily.

"It's, um... 'Sucking Small—'"

"Cocks!" Starfire interjects cheerfully, clapping her hands together. "A most delightful Earth idiom! On my planet, we have similar musical celebrations of oral pleasures!"

The assistant director's eyes widen as she takes an involuntary step back.

"Right. So, you'll be joined by our featured performer in about five minutes. He's just finishing up in makeup."

As the AD hurries away, Raven turns to Starfire with suspicion darkening her features.

"Featured performer? I thought we were just background dancers for the music video."

Before Starfire can respond, the studio doors burst open, and a small entourage enters surrounding a diminutive figure in an oversized designer tracksuit, sunglasses, and a child-sized gold chain with a massive pacifier pendant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our featured artist has arrived!" announces the production manager, gesturing dramatically. "The youngest rap prodigy to ever sign with Interscope Records!"

Raven's chakra gem pulses with sudden realization as the entourage parts to reveal a child no older than five, his small face set in what appears to be an attempt at a tough-guy scowl.

"Star," Raven whispers urgently, "did you actually read the contract I asked you to review?"

Starfire's emerald eyes widen with delight as she spots the child performer.

"Oh! A tiny rapper! How adorable!" She floats higher in her excitement. "I may have skimmed the Earth papers. But the tiny human looks most talented!"

The choreographer claps his hands, gathering everyone's attention.

"Places, everyone! Let's run through the chorus one more time. Remember, ladies, when he sits on the throne, you'll be on either side, and when he gives the signal—" the choreographer makes a crude thrusting gesture "—that's when you really make those assets clap!"

Starfire gasps with sudden understanding, her orange-gold skin flushing deeper as she leans close to Raven.

"Friend Raven! I believe I now understand the true meaning of this musical endeavor!" she whispers excitedly. "It is a celebration of the pleasure-giving to tiny males! Just like the sacred rituals of Tamaran!"

Raven pinches the bridge of her nose, violet eyes closed in resignation.

"This is going to end up on the evening news, isn't it?"

The child rapper struts toward the throne, his entourage adjusting his tracksuit and spritzing his face with what appears to be sparkling water. As he climbs onto the oversized chair, his feet dangling above the ground, he snaps his fingers imperiously.

"Yo, where my twerk queens at? Let's get this fire lit!" {{user}} exclaims