The Fantastic Five, chapter 4Chapter 4: The League of Ultimate Evil
As I went to bed, my head was full of thoughts. Although The Fantastic Five had to return home at some point, we could join our forces as long as they stayed here.
My dreams were filled with images of the Super-Simpsons fighting for justice alongside The Fantastic Five. I saw masses of villains, thieves, robbers, corrupted lawyers and other lawbreakers running away from us, but eventually being caught, beaten up and put into prison by us.
"There's no evil in any world that would be match for ten of us", I said to my mother in my dream, looking gladly at a prison full of criminals we had caught.
"Sure there isn't, honey", mom said, standing besides me.
"We should come up with a team name for ourselves!" Bart said.
"You're right!" I said. "What would you think of...?"
But then suddenly, I heard a voice that echoed within my head.
"The Superheroes of Springfield", the low voice echoed. "Your time has come to an end. Come to the Town
The Fantastic Five, chapter 3Chapter 3: The Birthstory of The Fantastic Five
We went back to our house, locked the doors and closed the curtains, so no one could see in. Then we gathered into the kitchen, and my family started telling our stories how we had become superheroes, starting with Bart and me getting into an X-ray accident, followed by Maggie absorbing parts of our powers thanks to Professor Frink, then dad becoming the Pie Man, and finally, mom becoming The Entangler in our last big adventure at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.
"So, that's it", I said after mom had finished her story. "Now, can we hear your stories?"
"Actually, they all come in one", Margerine said. "We all became superheroes in the same place at the same time."
"What happened?" Bart asked.
Margerine took a deep breath and started telling.
"It all started about a year ago", she said. "We were all having a trip at the Grand Canyon, when we were surprised and kidnapped by a group of crazy, but intelligent scientists,
The Fantastic Five, chapter 2Chapter 2: The Heroes' Ambush
And as if that night's events weren't enough, on the following days, we encountered more and more already solved crimes, where the ones catching the criminals had always left the big sign of number five somewhere nearby, and the criminals themselves were unable to tell us anything what had happened. And always they had been taken out in the same way: some were pummeled to half-death, others were slashed badly, some had become blind and were hearing non-existing music, some were caught in some kind of web and some looked as thought they had been petrified.
This mystery started to become an obsession for me. I could spend long times in my room, just walking around and thinking about what could we do to find out more of those mysterious crime solvers.
One thing I had already realized: whoever was doing this, must have superpowers, because no ordinary human could do it, that was clear.
Then I came up with a plan to catch those mysterious attac
The Fantastic Five, chapter 1Chapter 1: The Mysterious Attackers
Hi. You can call me Lisa Simpson. Or Clobber Girl. That's my superhero name. I've done many things in my life: travelled in many different countries, performed magic tricks, been close to being killed, written cartoons, but they're nothing, nothing compared to the life of a superhero with awesome super strength that allows me to pick up and toss cars like toys, lift houses, break through walls like they were wet cardboard, and beat the hell out of evil bank robbers twice of my size.
And believe me, being a superhero you get a lot of attention, even though as myself, I'm still the abonded little girl with a straight line of A pluses from almost every subject. The best thing about this thing is that I'm not doing this alone. I also have my whole family in it: my brother Bart (Stretch Dude), my baby sister Maggie (Bouncing Battle Baby), my dad (The Pie Man), and my mom (The Entangler) are doing this as well. Bart, I, and Maggie are ofte
“So... can I get you something to eat? I don't like to brag but I have an 'in' with the owner.”
Luke tucked his wallet back into his jean pocket with a smile. I don't think he had yet to pick up on the fact that 1) I didn't care, 2) I wanted to go home and 3) I was still planning on reporting him to the No Hate Alliance.
“Oh come on Maya,” Luke said again, leaving over the table for a moment. “I just told you some major news. Aren't you going to say anything?”
“I told you. We're not going to have some kumbaya moment just because we both come from cross-species families.” I shook my head. “I want to go home, Luke. I promised Ronan was going to meet me at the park and I didn't show up. He's going to wonder where I am.”
“I saw him.”
“As I was... escorting you from the park,” Luke went on. “I
The Ultimate PotionBy grapehyacinth
(Animal/inanimate TFs, merging, melting, inflation, shrinking, and more)
When Magic Takes Over, Where Science and Magic Meet, and The Melting Point of No Return
gets her very own story....
Caroline was not too happy to hear that she was on her own this weekend. Spending time with her friends Lexi and Gena had become customary on their free weekends. They would get together specifically to use different transformation serums from the Potion Place, a small store that specialized in them. Now that Gena, a scientist, had gotten together with Mr. Wintergreen, the owner of the shop, they had been coming up with all kinds of extraordi
Deep PocketsDeep Pockets
“Hey, honey, look at these!”
Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.
“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”
Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.
“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”
The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.
:PC: The shortest way to a dragoness' heart [VORE]WARNING: This story contains romance and soft, safe vore.
If these things disturb you, don't read this.
It was lunch time, and all students went into the school canteen, all except one. There was a boy, walking into the library; his name was Nathan. He had brown spiky hair and green eyes, and he was wearing a singlet, a long coat and a pair of black pants. His hands were bandaged, and he had a golden necklace, with the form of a dragon. Nathan walked between the bookshelves, looking for a particular book. He stopped and looked at the shelf, smiling, "Here it is, and it's the last copy!" He whispered. He reached out to grab the book, but as he touched it, another hand grabbed the same book. Nathan looked at his right, and he saw a dragoness, who was picking the book. She was grey-coloured with white underbelly. She had a pair of elegant wings and her eyes were blue. She was wearing just a bra and a panty, because normal clothes wouldn't
“Everything alright, Mr. Walters?”
“Oh yeah... she's fine. Just fainted in the park.”
“Are you sure? She looks so pale...”
Chuckling rung over my head. “I'm afraid that's just her color.” Another laugh. “Don't worry, she'll come to soon.”
“And you said she fainted in the park?”
“Oh man... the poor thing. Is she not used to seeing giants?”
“She's more used to it than many.”
I blinked several times as the voices continued to talk over my head. I didn't recognize the one at all... but the other one... the male.
“I'll make a fresh batch of coffee for when she wakes up,” the female said again.
“That would be great, Viv. She's probably going to need it.”
The woman giggled. “You're such a gentleman, Mr. Walters.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?&
“Thanks for coming over, Marty. You’re a life-saver. As always.”
“No worries, Nancy. I’m always glad to help my prettiest neighbour.”
“Bah. Now that I’m thirty, I don’t get those looks any more.”
Marty shook his head, it was an old argument. He looked around Nancy’s bare apartment. “Where is everything?” Instead of the furniture that was usually in her living room, all he could see was a set of four silver poles arranged in a large square about where the couch used to be.
Nancy gestured toward a small pile of white cubes next to one of the poles. “There. I need your hand bringing more boxes over to the cargo converter. We’ll need to move it later to do the bed, but it’s fiddly to align just right.”
“Okay.” Marty looked into the kitchen, saw several boxes there, and brought one out.
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