Wonder Woman:  the Great Debate - Chapter 1

The Battle of the Sexes is about to be settled… with words.

Author's Note:  this is a multi-universe crossover fic along the same lines of my old New Year’s Eve story.   It's going to be around ten chapters in total and I'm going to try to stick to one a week, though I may miss here and there.  Fair warning, this chapter is largely set up; the more erotic content mostly starts next week.

Additionally, I would like to announce that I have recently started releasing a new original series, intended to stretch across multiple works; a project which I collectively refer to as The Zip Files.  This material is not quite in this site’s remit; most notably while it is set in a comic book universe, costumed women are not intended to be a major focus at least for the foreseeable future.  It is however still quite similar to my previous work in many other respects.  

Because it does not match this site’s content rules, if you want to read that material then for the foreseeable future you’ll need to go to my account at Literotica to find it; under the username MarkVSharp.  The first chapter of the first book has the rather awkward title of ‘The Zip Files Bk. 01 - Zip Unzips Ch.01’.  For those not already aware I have also been doing some revisions of my older stories over there, sometimes with additional added content, that have been adapted over to use my own original characters; so if that sounds of interest and you haven’t already then feel free to check that out too.

As always if you want to leave feedback feel free to contact me at violatoremail@protonmail.com.

Now, on with the show.

Prologue:  Opening Statements

Just outside the packed auditorium a single unseen figure was getting up to no good. A buxom silhouette cloaked in shadow, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, then hunched over a tray of glasses set upon the floor. Slipping a hidden packet out of her ample cleavage, she opened it, and plopped three pills into all the glasses save one. They fizzed, and then vanished as if they were never there. Smirking, the buxom figure bent low at the waist, hoisted the platter effortlessly up, and strutted out into the crowded hall.

Inside, the sleek futuristic auditorium buzzed with anticipation. Its seats were packed solid with dozens of superhuman champions – unevenly divided between universally buxom and scantily-clad super-females, and a massive variety of hulking or strange-looking masked super-studs. At the front, just beneath the stage, stood a long wooden table. Sitting along that table were five of the most powerful and respected super-heroines in the Post-Hyper-Dimensional-Rift Earth: Power Girl, She-Ra, Ms. Americana, Zatanna, and She Hulk. The Big-Titty Tribunal, as a few snickering wags at the back called them.

But the most powerful of all heroines was up on stage, looking down upon the entire assemblage from behind her podium: Wonder Woman herself. Across the stage behind his own podium stood her opposing advocate, Lord Virtue, an imposing caped figure in purple and black.

A banner hung across the back of the stage. Across it in huge letters was printed “LEAGUE OF VIRTUE AND EQUALITY”, superimposed over the pink-and-blue L.O.V.E. logo, which depicted a unified male and female symbol inside of which was affixed a heart. Below, in smaller gold letters, it read “Tribunal of Violations.” To either side of the stage floated two robotic hovering cameras, and six more moved back and forth high above the audience, zooming and un-zooming according to their dynamic magic-assisted programming. Their feeds were piped directly to huge screens hung from the walls and ceiling of the hall for the benefit of the audience, as well as recorded for consultation by future tribunals… if, in fact, there ever were any.

From the doorway the shadowy figure strutted out into the light, and emerged as a voluptuous white blonde wearing a big cheerful smile and a tiny white dress. Two big pure-white angelic wings were folded behind her back. She was Wing Girl: a young ‘heroine’ with the body of an angel, and, secretly, the soul of a succubus.

“Water?” she asked Wonder Woman, standing at the base of the stage, her head level with the mighty heroine’s skimpy star-spangled panties.

“Thank you!” Diana said absently, taking the offered glass and immediately sipping some down her throat. “Ah…” she sighed, setting the glass down, and slowly licked her luscious red lips. Below her, Wing Girl’s friendly smile broadened.

Grinning like a schoolgirl trying to drum up votes for her student council run, the nineteen-year-old blonde walked down the length of the table and handed a glass to each and every member of the Big Titty Tribunal. Each accepted it gladly, and started to drink. Finally, reaching the far end of the stage, the blonde lifted up the last glass, the only one that had not received any of the mystery pills, and offered it up to Lord Virtue.

“Water… master?” she asked, the last coming softly, and winked.

“Thank you my… dear,” he said, and took it.

Setting down her own glass after letting a big thirsty gulp wash down into her ultra-buxom body, Chief Justice Power Girl sat up higher in her chair at the center of the table, grabbed her gavel, and banged the meeting to order.

“Are my advocates ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” Wonder Woman said.

“As always,” Lord Virtue said.

“Then we shall begin. Wonder Woman, as Advocate of the Violated you will present your grievances and then declare your proposed resolution. Lord Virtue, as Advocate of the Accused you will rebut Diana’s claims and present your counter-proposal. This Tribunal will then decide which proposal to accept. Our decisions are final, and binding on all. As both we and all present have sworn, upon Wonder Woman’s own magic lasso, as per our League’s bylaws. Is this understood?”

“Yes,” both male and female advocates said.

“I must say, though,” Lord Virtue said, in a slight growl as she shuffled his notes, “I still find this format more than a little ridiculous.”

“Is that a fact?” Wonder Woman cooed. Her star-spangled bottom swayed with predatory glee, as she turned and smirked at him with relish. “Well, I’m afraid this is how the Amazons have settled their differences for millennia. So if you’re uncomfortable, maybe you just need to open your mind to new ways of doing things!”

“Yeah, sure… that’s got to be it,” Lord Virtue growled, sarcastically, still shuffling his papers. The hero’s discomfort caused Wonder Woman’s smirk, already broad, to get even broader.

“Your objection is duly noted, Advocate,” Power Girl said brusquely, from her seat before them. “But you swore to obey our laws of your own free will, same as everyone, when our team charter was finalized. It’s been almost three months, it is too late to pretend ignorance now.  So, Wonder Woman, if you are ready… you may begin with your opening statement.”

“Thank you,” Wonder Woman said, standing tall and proud at her podium. Her throat was dry, so she took a quick sip of water. Putting the glass back down she gasped, a tiny quiver running up through her buxom body and she felt queasy, a strange warmth spreading through her body.

‘I don’t know why I’m nervous all of a sudden’ she thought to herself. ‘The entire panel is made up of good super-heroines. I could call for the castration of every man on the team, and they would vote for me.’ Running her eyes down the line of waiting, huge-breasted judges, she smirked. Feeling her confidence flooding back she stepped up to her podium and began.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she started, her gorgeous royal voice ringing out clear across the huge auditorium.

Then she stopped, a careful planned pause.

“Actually, no,” she suddenly continued. “No, gentleman, I’m afraid I’m talking only to you.”

She looked up into the crowd.

“When we agreed to unify our two teams, we did so because of your promises that it would be better. That we would not have to put up with the usual leering, sexism, and belittlement our previous male teammates had subjected us to. That a collection of… colorful characters such as your-selves would better understand us, and better respect our various needs, than the oblivious hyper-masculine assholes we had previously associated with.”

“But since we moved into this base together,” she continued, gesturing rhetorically. She paused and shook her head, glancing down at her notes. “To be honest, I don’t know where to begin. The peep hole in our shower. The habitual slapping of our asses in the hallways. The continuous disappearance of bras and panties from our rooms. Why… sometimes I think you all aren’t even super heroes at all!”

“Dat’s slander!” the Gremlin Prince howled, leaping to his feet and hopping up and down upon his seat. The True Gremlin Crown bounced on his head almost as if made of plastic. Mysteriously, his dick was exactly the same size as the one his evil brother used to ruin super-heroine Christmases every year. Omega Woman and Ms. Marvel, their buxom asses trapped in the seats to either side of him, tried desperately to avoid getting caught staring at his bouncing bulging super-briefs on camera… and failed. “Slander!” the Gremlin pretender continued, oblivious. “She can’t say that!”

“Look,” Lord Virtue said, using the opportunity to send his deep thundering voice rolling out over the crowd ahead of schedule. “These are just cultural differences. The Legion of Virtue had very permissive norms, owing to our great diversity. You heroines are much less open-minded. We must learn to accommodate each-others’ ways, lest we give in to intolerance.”

“Selling live footage of me playing with my vibrator is a cultural difference?” Azure Angel said, shooting angrily to her feet.

“Hell yeah it is,” the Reversion said. A hulking green alien warrior doomed to always wear a breath mask over his face, he curiously needed little other protection save for a loincloth, which barely concealed his tremendous green schlong. Leaning back luxuriously in the seat directly behind Angel, hands behind his head, he enjoyed the hell out of his perfect view of her wiggling, blue-panty-clad ass. “If ya took me up on the offer I make outside ya door every night, you’d never need that thing ever again. Though you might need a wheelchair to haul that fat ass to the buffet, after I’s through with it!”

Power Girl grabbed her gavel and banged as long and hard as she could, nearly cracking the table. Shaking her head, she took a sip of water, and gasped with relief.

‘Whatever brand this is it’s almost… addictive’ she thought.   Setting the glass down, she made a mental note to ask Wing Girl about her source, then got her mind back on business.

“Silence!” she called. “These… these are exactly the sort of disputes that we are here to settle – once and for all. But please, leave the speaking to your advocates unless called on.” Turning back, she looked up at Wonder Woman. “Diana, please,” she said, as the rumbling audience behind her teetered upon the edge of complete bedlam, “move from generalities to specifics. Let us have the first Violation.”

“Of course,” Wonder Woman purred, smirking.  She looked up.  "It will be my pleasure…" she said.

To be continued…