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Caution: Please heed those tags! While I have lots of fun being playful with some of the language and such in my scripts, this is ultimately a hard femdom fantasy.

Summary:

You are the Fantastic Femboy, a hero known for his boyish good looks and his superhuman speed. The city loves their caped cutie, but your appeal has captured the attention of a villain most vile: Domina Doom. She’s a strong, gothic mommy who has muscles and attitude aplenty, but most worrying of all, she’s a huge fan. Not a healthy fan, mind you, so brace yourself: she’s going to show you just how much you’ve been on her mind. With her fist. And promises of a lifetime of slavery.

I guess she’s more a fan of your ass than anything, if we’re being honest.

From the Goblin:

Honestly, who comes up with this stuff? Superhero? Supervillain? What is super about putting on tight clothes and doing stuff?

That’s just normal. You’re a normal hero and a normal villain at that point. Look, Gorgimar the Mighty has been wearing nothing but a tight mankini since the dawn of the third age, and nobody is calling him “Super Gorgimar the Mighty.” Get a grip, you absolute children. They’re perverts dressed like perverts, and nothing more than that. And they certainly can’t be some elaborate comment on anything beyond everyone being horny for tight clothes.

I once met a lich named Abrizzack the Undying. A skeleton in a thong was his sort of build. Did I swoon and go “oh, that needs a billion movies and illuminated manuscripts every single year?” No. And nobody pretended he was some complex metaphor for capitalism or something. No, he was a lich that liked to wear thongs: no need to pretend it was something greater.

Sorry, but I’m a fantasy creature, and in the words of a great fantasy author: “allegory sucks.” That’s why everything in fantasy is straightforward and unpretentious. No lions pretending to be Jesus, no hobbits pretending to be Jesus. . .wait. . .hold on a second.

Ah shit, turns out my own genre is full of metaphor and allegory. Well. . .I don’t know, I guess my life is actually a subtle criticism of the military industrial complex or something. But this tale isn’t! This one’s just about fucking. Honest.

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The Goblin and I aren’t big into superheroes and the like, but there is something so campy and precious about the genre that we figured trying out a script featuring spandex and whatnot could be fun. Being written by a degenerate Goblin, it is of course pretty foul stuff. No, seriously, it’s got some hardcore femdom in it, so keep that in mind. Like, only click this link if you're really keen on a villainous goth mommy telling you how she loved gaping your hole wide enough to park her ego in.