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The Arctic air was a stark, crystalline silence, a world away from the bustling heart of Man's World I so often protected. I came to the Fortress of Solitude not as a warrior, but as a friend. Kal had been distant of late, and I hoped a visit, a simple moment of shared quiet, might ease whatever burden weighed on his soul.
The great crystalline doors parted for me with a familiar, resonant hum, but the silence within was not the peaceful one I expected. It was broken. A sound. A rhythmic, wet, panting sound that was neither human nor machine. It was the sound of exertion, of raw, unrestrained effort.
My hand went to the hilt of my Lasso, though I knew this was not a battle to be fought with a weapon. I moved through the cavernous halls, my boots making no sound on the cold floors. The noise grew louder, more distinct. It was a whimper; a high-pitched, feminine whimper, punctuated by a low growl.
I rounded a corner into a chamber bathed in the soft glow of Kryptonian crystals. And the scene that greeted me struck me like a physical blow.
There was Kara, Kal's cousin, sweet and noble Supergirl, on all fours upon a fur rug, her red skirt bunched around her waist, her cape a pool on the floor. And behind her, moving with a primal grace, was Krypto. The Superdog. His paws were on her back, with hips driving forward in frantic rhythm. Kara's expression a mask of pleasure I was never meant to see. The air was thick with the scent of their coupling.
I could not suppress a gasp. Kara's head snapped up. Her eyes, wide with horror, locked onto mine. She scrambled away from Krypto and yanked her skirt down as though the act could erase what I'd witnessed.
"Diana! I- I can-" she stammered. Her face flushed a deep crimson. The words wouldn't come.
I held up a hand, though not in rebuke. My gaze shifted from the terrified girl to the large white dog who sat panting. His red shaft still glistened. He did not know shame; only a simple, animal curiosity. I knelt to his level. Kal had often spoken of Krypto's mind, but I had never truly testedit against my gift.
“Peace, noble one,” I said, “I mean you no harm.”
Krypto's words were not complex, but they were clear and honest, at least to one with the power to hear them. “She is pretty. She smells good. I wanted her. Like I want you. You smell good, too. Strong.”
I was taken aback by the directness, not to mention the sheer, unadorned lust. A simple, powerful desire from a creature of immense power and simple needs. I looked from Krypto's earnestness to Kara's terror, and was overcome by a strange understanding. After all, we Amazons are taught to respect all of nature's creations, to see the divine in the wild and untamed. Who was I to judge this?
I saw the shame in Kara's eyes, and the way it poisoned her. I would not have it. I reached out and scratched Krypto behind the ear.
“You are a very good boy, aren't you?”
Then, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his maw. It was not a chaste peck. It was a deep, messy kiss, my tongue finding his, tasting the raw, wild flavor of him. Kara gasped. I broke the kiss and laid my gentle gaze upon her. Then, I bent lower, my holding her eyes as I took Krypto's still-hard member into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the lingering salt of Kara's arousal, and began to suck in earnest.
Krypto whined, a high, happy sound. His hips twitched. I looked up to Kara, still frozen, with hands clasped to her mouth in disbelief.
“Come, little sister,” I gently commanded. “Don't be afraid. Join me.”
Slowly, as if in a trance, she knelt, and with some hesitation leaned in. I guided her.
“Together,” I whispered.
We shared him. Our lips and tongues met around his hot flesh. Her reluctance quickly melted, and was replaced by curiosity that soon matched my own. We were no longer a princess and a girl, but two women sharing a sacred, primal secret.
Krypto's patience broke. He nudged me, gently at first, then with more insistence. I understood. I moved onto my hands and knees, mirroring the position I'd found Kara in, lifting my own skirt and presenting myself to him. He mounted me in a single, fluid motion. His thrusts were powerful, deep, and filled me completely. It was devoid of human subtlety but rich with an animalistic joy more honest than many a lover's embrace.
As he rutted into me, I looked at Kara, who watched us with hunger.
“Kara,” I panted. “Come here. Lie before me.”
She obeyed without question, lying back on the fur, and parted her legs. Her folds were still slick from Krypto's seed, marked with a pearly white testament to their union. As Krypto gave a final, triumphant bark and flooded me with his heat, I lowered my head between Kara's thighs. I lapped at her, my tongue cleaning her, tasting the mingled flavors of her and this magnificent beast. I drank his offering from her body, sealing our secret with another taboo.
When it was over, Krypto withdrew and lay down to clean himself. I sat up, adjusting my armor and smoothing my hair. Kara's expression was no longer one of shame, but awe and relief.
“Your secret is safe with me, Kara,” I said, my tone once again that of a princess, but no less warm. “There's no shame in finding pleasure, in seeking comfort. Animals can make fine lovers.”
I glanced over to Krypto, who thumped his tail against the floor.
“And Krypto,” I added with a smile, “is very fine indeed.”
Krypto woofed in agreement. And in the heart of the Fortress of Solitude, a new, unspoken bond was forged between an Amazon, Kryptonian, and the very good boy who loved them both.