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BENFIRE, or: THE CROSSOVER THAT WASN’T
by Gunwild
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“That,” Ben announced, “Was my biggest victory ever!”
                “You didn’t DO anything,” his cousin shouted from inside the R.V. “Now get in here and make dinner!”
                Ben crossed his arms, not taking a step. “No. I saved the city. *You* should make *me* dinner.”
                “You didn’t save the city,” Gwen growled, sitting up in bed and looking down at him from a window. “You turned into Fourarms for no reason while Cyborg hacked that thing’s systems and Raven cut it to pieces. Then you challenged the green guy to a burping contest and threw up in your mouth. That’s it.”
                “I *helped*,” Ben retorted, though he couldn’t contradict anything she’d said.
                “What, by catching Starfire when she fell, even though she’s invulnerable? Oh, that was great. And your Omnitrix got locked up for a while again. Very heroic.”
                “That’s it!” Ben cried. He entered the camper but walked right past the kitchen. “I’m not making any food! You can go hungry!”
                “I guess I’ll have to go without a half-bowl of unseasoned instant noodles for a while. Woe is me.” Gwen rolled onto her side, shutting her eyes. If only they’d stayed with the Titans for dinner. They were interesting and mature, not like Ben at all – and Starfire especially seemed like someone she could really get along with. She was ebullient and friendly, liked to go new places and do new things, took being a superhero seriously when push came to shove, and she had long, golden legs…
                *Not that I care about that.* Gwen often reminded herself that she noticed those things about other girls purely because she was appreciating them aesthetically. That was the only explanation she would accept for the way she thought. *I mean, good for her. People with long legs are less likely to get cardiovascular disease, right? And they’re probably strong, too. Much better than mine. Mine are scrawny.*
                Gwen was just thinking about how she would go about comparing her own legs with Starfire’s firsthand when the beeping started. It was interspersed with clicking as the dial on the Omnitrix was turned and quarter-turned, then the chime as the button was depressed repeatedly. Like with most annoying sounds, it was impossible not to focus on once she had noticed it. Even grinding her teeth couldn’t drown it out. “Will you be quiet?!”
                “No.” Ben was squinting. “Hm. Hmmm.” He began tapping his foot, which was even more distracting.
                “What are you doing, dweeb?”
                “There’s a new thingie in my Omnitrix.”
                “’Thingie’ isn’t a word. It doesn’t mean anything. So I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
                “A new shape like there’s another… look, never mind, I’m not talking to you. You’re probably thinking about dolls or ponies or dates or something gay.”
                The word ‘gay’ set her off at the moment. “I am NOT-”
                But Ben had already struck the activation panel on the Omnitrix and it drowned her out with a tone and flash that had her blinking green dots from her vision. “Ben, I don’t care what you turned into, I’m going to…”
                Gwen’s eyes focused again. She looked around to see if she wasn’t somewhere else, or anywhere that she could only be in a dream. Her stomach was doing that peculiar tightening thing it did sometimes when she was nervous, but Starfire wasn’t disappearing. In fact, the other girl looked just as surprised as her.
                “Oh, crap!” Starfire exclaimed, staring at her wrist.
                Something was off about her. Starfire was just as tall and her skin just as lustrous as it had been a few hours before. Her hair was even in the same style. But instead of the comfortable, assured posture she’d always shown Gwen, even when floating, she was slouching, biting her lower lip, blinking tears from her eyes.
                The eyes were different, more human, no longer that unearthly green-in-green. And her clothes, even the boots, were a familiar shade of white. Over one of her arm protectors was a black band with a familiar, glowing sigil. The sight of it made Gwen’s jaw drop. “Ben?!”
                Ben turned his – or, Gwen thought, *her* – new body around a few times, as if checking for a tail or other fantastical new parts. All she saw was her own newly rounded posterior, and that her skirt flapped up if she turned too fast. “Oh, no!” As Gwen watched, not sure whether to feel amused or anxious, Ben looked into the mirror over the sink for a long moment, grabbed herself in some inappropriate places, then slumped to the ground in a decidedly girlish fashion, a tear finally falling from her cheek. “What… what happened?”
                Despite knowing, intellectually, that this was still her annoying cousin and appreciating that this was excellent payback for being so self-centered, Gwen felt herself sympathizing with Ben, as she often did during real trouble. Besides, it was hard not to feel bad for someone who looked so sweet, even when her mouth was screwed up and trembling. Especially then.
                “The Omnitrix must have gotten a sample of Starfire’s DNA when you caught her. You know, like it did with Weirdwolf. That’s why it locked up, and now you’re her. Uh, like her.”
                Ben hugged herself. “But I’m a girl!” She seemed completely ashamed of the fact, and Gwen had to work hard not to cross her arms and start bickering about it.
                She tried to reason this out. Suddenly fighting for that ‘A’ in Biology seemed a lot more worthwhile. “Well, maybe Starfire’s species are like humans, and they have a different chromosome pairs for males and females. And if you only got Starfire’s, then you wouldn’t have the extra information a male chromosome has…” It didn’t exactly make sense, since it didn’t explain Ben’s eyes remaining the same, or his age apparently increasing a bit, but then grade school science wasn’t intended to analyze alien supertechnology. Maybe it was just Azmuth’s awful idea of a joke. Gwen rested her head on her hand and sighed.
                “Stop *looking* at me,” Ben grumbled, sniffing and now trying to make it look like she hadn’t been crying. “I don’t want people to see me like this.”
                “But you’re beautiful.”
                It slipped out. Gwen nearly covered her own mouth by reflex, but managed to turn it into a scratch of her ear first. “I mean, you’re not ugly. That is, you’re never ugly, I don’t mean, except when you’re Stinkfly and stuff, I just mean you look nice like this, too. So you don’t have to feel bad. About it, I mean. At all.”
                “Well,” Ben allowed, looking over herself again, “I guess I *could* be stuck in a worse form. And she’s super-strong, right? I guess I should get out there and try some of the powers out.”
                “No!” Gwen said too fast. “I mean, no, you shouldn’t. You don’t know how they work at all, and you could ask a real Tamaranian first. We’ll go see Starfire when you turn back. You know, she might not even want you using her body.”
                “Don’t make it sound creepy like that!” Ben protested. “I’m not using her body!”
                She might say that, but it wasn’t like she could be mistaken for anyone else. Not even her voice, despite the presence of contractions. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just stay inside and, you can, you know, get used to it. Like not crushing things with super-strength.”
                “Okay.” Ben still didn’t seem in a hurry to be seen by anyone else. “So… what do I do?”
                Gwen’s mind wasn’t giving her any help on this. “I don’t know. Do you want to do girl stuff?”
                “You’re not braiding my hair!” She placed both hands on her head, then pinched around a little bit. “It is soft, though. Much nicer than when I was stuck in your body.”
                It would have been nice to call Ben a dweeb, but it was hard to do while the newly-made girl stood up, flexing those willowy limbs in a way that made her chest stick out. *Uh-oh.* Gwen was having a hard time convincing herself that she wasn’t feeling what she was feeling. There had to be some rationale for that. *It’s because it’s Ben. I’m just fascinated. I mean, my psychologist says it’s okay to be interested in your cousin, as long as you don’t act on it. That’s what she said about that time I told her I wanted to kiss Ben. Because we’re related.* Gwen blinked. *Are we still related?*
                Ben was still plucking at the ends of her shiny hair interestedly, as engrossed a kitten confronted with string. She then moved on to fiddling with the Omnitrix in just the same way as she had been before changing forms, only this time it was almost painfully adorable to watch, not annoying at all. *I guess I changed my mind. No, I’m not the one who changed. He changed. Into a she. Only…* “Ben, do you still feel the same?”
                Ben scratched her head. “Um, I guess. Stuff looks different, but that always happens when I go hero.” That term sounded much cleverer when it came from those lips, Gwen noticed. “I do feel tougher… kind of wish I was in pants… although things feel softer. More ticklish.”
                “Everything?” Gwen reached out and took one of those flawless golden hands in her own, examining the palm and fingers for differences.
                Ben immediately gasped and gripped Gwen’s wrist. “Whoa!”
                “What, what?”
                “You’re warm!”
                Gwen’s face did indeed feel warm, but that was probably the blush she felt spreading over her cheeks. “What are you talking about?”
                “I don’t know, you just feel really different.” Ben’s big eyes curiously examined her cousin’s body. “That’s *so* weird.” Her other hand reached out and laid flat against Gwen’s cheek. That shiny skin didn’t feel hard or metallic to Gwen, it was too alive for that. But this touching was making her breathe faster, and she batted the hands away.
                “Oww!” Ben cried. She gripped where she’d been slapped and rubbed quickly. “That… that really upset me.”
                “So your sense of touch is exaggerated?”
                “I don’t know,” Ben repeated, still rubbing the spot. “It was like I could feel you were upset, and that hurt way more than hitting me.” Her tiny lips still managed to frown quite deeply.
                Gwen had a thought. “I’m sorry.” She reached out and hugged Ben, which seemed to lift her mood immediately; they were both smiling right away. *No wonder Starfire’s so bubbly all the time,* Gwen reasoned, *She must actually share people’s feelings on contact.*
                Unfortunately for Gwen this proved to be exactly right, and Ben kept hugging her tighter and closer, giggling senselessly. It started to get almost painful, especially because Ben seemed either not to notice that Gwen’s face was smooshed into her breasts, or not care.
                “Ben, you have to let go…” Gwen mumbled, freeing her mouth from the shoulder it was pressed into. Being hugged by someone with super-strength was a bit more snug than she’d been prepared for.
                “But doesn’t this feel *awesome*?” Ben was asking, and before Gwen could find a way out she was falling onto her side, still wrapped in those gentle but firm arms.
                It did feel awesome. And overwhelming. And overpowering, and all those other ‘over’ words that came up in those trashy romance novels that Gwen kept reading even though she knew better. Starfire- no, *Ben’s* whole body seemed to be heating up around her, but her skin was tingling too. *Am I feeling what she’s feeling? Or *he* is? What’s going on here? Who is this I’m with?*
                “Gwen…” she heard whispered in her ear, and suddenly all the desperation she felt seemed insignificant. Ben’s new, beautiful face was stretched with something very close to agony. But there was that note of impudent childishness to the words that made her sound like the Ben she knew best. “My… my clothes feel really small…” Of course, they were the same size, but Ben was struggling with them like they were binding her up too tightly to breathe.
                The second Gwen saw Ben trying to pull off her top, and her shapely belly rising and falling with the effort, she knew what she wanted to do. “Let’s get them off you.”
                “Is…” Ben hesitated even to speak. “Is that okay?”
                “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Gwen assured her, although this was an outright lie. Gwen didn’t have that svelte but feminine figure, or breasts that she couldn’t hide with both hands, or such curvy hips. But it seemed enough to get Ben to raise both arms while Gwen unfastened the protective collar to leave her in considerably less clothing than before.
                Gwen thought this might cool Ben out, but the sort-of-a-girl immediately gripped her own bare breasts and heaved a deep breath that made them move. Her nipples were clearly excited, though Ben might not know what that meant. “I feel totally… I don’t know. Is this normal?”
                “I’m not sure,” said Gwen truthfully, “But at least there’s something we can do about it.”
                She didn’t mean to tackle her cousin so roughly, but she wasn’t in control of herself any more. It was clumsy when she mashed their lips together, and she was almost thrown off when Ben started to squirm.
                “Wait!” Ben moaned with a cracking voice, “You don’t want to do this…”
                “I know what I want,” Gwen said simply, grabbing Ben’s thin wrist. The struggling had stopped for the moment.
                “But we’re cousins.” Ben seemed uneasy, but there was no mistaking the way she couldn’t close her mouth all the way. It showed anticipation.
                “You’re an alien. We’re not related.”
                “I’m a girl!”
                “No, you’re Ben inside. That makes you a boy.”
                “That doesn’t make any-” Ben started, but she was shut up by Gwen’s tongue being thrust into her mouth. It was inexpertly done, but it felt so good – the wriggling, the soft lips, the taste of that frozen drink they’d shared at the coffee shop. And when Gwen’s hands began massaging Ben’s breasts gently, her thumbs pressing steadily down on the nipples, Ben knew there wasn’t any fighting this.
                “The rest of my clothes…” Ben murmured, feeling her guts twist into knots and an unfamiliar ache in the bottom of her belly. “We need to take them off.”
                If they hadn’t been made of some unusual fiber that resisted it, Gwen would have torn them to pieces. As it was, she had to unbuckle the black metal belt around her playmate’s waist, then pull off the unnaturally small panties that she found under it. But when she did, she felt it was more than worth it. *Much nicer than mine. Mine looks like a little girl’s.* And she had never seen so much fluid – it was thicker than her own, and smelled a bit like honey instead of that sharp smell she was familiar with. *Oh God. I want to taste it.*
                Gwen got on her knees and elbows and started licking enthusiastically, looking more catlike than her Lucky Girl mask had ever made her seem.
                Ben’s only response was a harsh, cut-off scream that she couldn’t finish for lack of air. She could only bite her tongue when Gwen’s nose brushed her clit and made her head feel like it was going to explode from the pleasure.
                Despite being chin-deep in hot alien girl, Gwen noticed. She raised her head and smiled as cruelly as if she'd been playing an awful prank instead of pleasing her cousin orally. "Like that?"
                Ben's hands were covering her ears, but she nodded frantically.
                "I'll only do it more if you do it to me *at the same time.*"
                Gwen felt the wind knocked out of her as her clothes were torn off at incredible speed – her favorite blue shirt was ruined, and the waist of her pants shredded by greedy fingers. Ben’s hands didn’t even wait to take off her underwear. The crotch of the cat-print panties was simply pushed aside before that adorable mouth planted a kiss on her young womanhood. Gwen stopped being able to focus around the time the glisten on her lover’s cheeks got thick enough to drip.
                “No, I…” Gwen protested, “I have to do it to you too…”
                Instantly there was pushing and sliding, and Gwen found herself gripping those graceful legs she’d so admired. Starfire’s body was a good deal taller than Gwen’s, so she had to stretch, but the reward was worth it. There was that honey taste again, and Ben had decided to try stuffing one of those powerful fingers inside Gwen. It moved so strongly that she felt herself seize around it like it was much bigger.
                “Oh, Gwen,” Ben said, seemingly unable to shut up, even now. “It’s so good.”
                *Can’t argue with that,* Gwen thought, her toes curling inside her socks every time Ben’s finger pulsed in and out of her. “You have to put your mouth on it… you have to drink it when I do it.”
                Ben didn’t seem to know what ‘it’ was, but obeyed the orders anyway. Before too long Gwen felt that achy heat boil over into one long spasm that made her do what she usually did and shake while squiring a bit – right into Ben’s open mouth. She was pleased to see, staring over her shoulder, that exquisite tongue was licking up everything she made without hesitation.
                Gwen had trouble moving for a few seconds after it passed. There was the desire for more, but this was her first time and she was already tiring.
                “What was that?” Ben asked, all the superheroic energy clearly not spent.
                “That was the best I’ve ever felt,” Gwen admitted, turning to gaze into Ben’s eyes. “And I’m going to do it to you, too.”
                Anything in the realm of hesitation was gone from Gwen’s performance at this point. She slathered Ben’s new most sensitive part in saliva and wiggled it with her hand. She twisted her tongue around on top of it while exploring the inside, and finally sucked it while fucking her cousin with two fingers.
                “But,” Ben was squealing as she began going faster, probing deeper, “I’m… a… boy…!”
                *Not right now, you aren’t,* Gwen thought, finally feeling Ben’s inner walls almost twist around her. Alien or not, it was obvious what that meant. *Right now you’re my girl.*
                Ben was screaming so loudly that neither heard it until the last second; that descending, loudening beeping. If either knew what it was, they were certainly too late to stop it.
                With a green flash and bang, Gwen was no longer fingering a copy of her dream girl while licking a clitoris. She was with Ben, the normal, male, young Ben, with his penis all the way inside her mouth.
                Her fingers were still inside him, too – but not where they’d started out.
                He yelled from the pain, immediately reaching to activate the Omnitrix and turn back, but as he did so an uncomfortable spurt of hot liquid was already in Gwen’s throat, making her eyes widen as she coughed. There was a flash, the chime, and her female lover was back, still in mid-orgasm, but for Gwen the damage was done.
                “BEN!” The taste in her mouth was no longer that pure, sweet flavor. It had a salty mess mixed in with it.
                It was hard to stay mad as Ben came down, so instead she sampled the gush of fluids from the female part of the climax. It helped her mood, enough that she was willing to lie down even on the hard floor and snuggle with someone she’d so recently wanted to hit.
                “What did we do?” Ben asked, though she still held Gwen tenderly, tiredly.
                “Don’t worry about it,” Gwen whispered. The reassurance came easily. Even now it didn’t seem possible to regret something so wonderful. “I won’t.”
                “Okay,” Ben whispered back, their eyes meeting. Gwen decided that she liked Ben’s eyes even more than Starfire’s, no matter where they showed up. “I won’t either.”
***
                Thirty minutes later, it seemed a bit harder.
                Ben hadn’t reverted normal yet. Gwen’s mind was spinning. Her fears were confirmed by a sudden change in the Tamaranian silhouette on the Omnitrix readout. It turned itself to a profile view, then changed. Swelled. And a little light began blinking in the region of the belly.
                Gwen blinked. Ben’s heart stopped. Their eyes met.
                Ben was the first one to say it. “YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!”
                “Uh…” Gwen took a cautious step back. “Really, you got yourself pregnant… it was just my mouth that… ah… carried things out.”
                “I can’t turn back!” Ben said, realizing the full situation, and how severe it was. “It’s not going to let me until I have a baby! Maybe not even then! I’m too young to be a father!”
                “You mean a mother,” Gwen clarified.
                “Don’t joke,” Ben stammered, though she hadn’t been joking at all. “You’re the reason there’s going to be a little Benfire running around.”
                “Benfire?”
                “Shut up!” Ben – or Benfire, if he preferred – looked quite like a worried expectant mother now, pacing, tugging her own hair. “This is… well, it’s not normal!”
                Gwen tilted her head to one side, forced a smile and then hugged Ben. The new-made girl froze, then hugged back.
                “You were never normal,” Gwen explained. “And don’t tell me all the crazy stuff you’ve done - *we’ve* done up to now wasn’t preparation for this.”
                “I…” Ben breathed, “I’m just scared.”
                “All parents are.” She looked up at Ben. There would be help they could get – Asmuth, Tetrax, even Xylene would probably have excellent ideas what to do. But telling Ben all that didn’t seem too important right now. There was something else she had to say. “I love you, Ben Tennyson.”
                They brought their faces closer together, to kiss, but Gwen caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned. Ben turned.
                Grandpa Max stood in the doorway, plainly having trouble staying upright. He turned his wide, staring eyes from the children to his left elbow. “… my arm hurts.”
***
END
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(Wow, that was weird. I hope I never write anything like it again. Anyway, I suppose I shall have to dedicate this story in all its horror and rough-hewn grammar to ICS, an artist who has made me laugh, get creeped out, and mixtures of the two on various occasions. Apologies to Man of Action and Mr. Wolfman. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])
EDIT: Years later, ICS has done some nice art to go with this abomination...
http://iancsamson.tumblr.com/post/43942317364/so-3-years-after-the-fact-i-learn-someone-i
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