Looking
down from his office window at the top floor of his executive high rise, Lex
Luthor of Lexcorp industries watched on as the city of Metropolis descended
into horn-headed debauchery. With his hands behind his back and his eyes
narrowing, the man looked down to find a nearby building practically demolished
by dozens of recently transformed satyrs eating everything they could get their
hands on and screwing each other like animals.
“Good
thing this building is automated…” Winced the man, turning his attention to
another building that had almost been picked clean. It’s windows missing, and
each floor stripped bare by the hordes of oversized goat people. Luthor had to
shake his head at how voracious they had all become… And how NONE of them were
picky, heck some of them were eating the furniture! “Geez they’re like
termites… Horny, dim-witted termites…”
Hearing
the door behind him open, Lex didn’t even turn around when he heard his
secretary Mercy step inside and close the door behind her. “Mr. Luthor, there’s
panic in the streets.”
“Yes,
I can see that.”
“Whatever
could be the cause?”
“It’s
in the water.” Pointing towards a potted plant that had completely overgrown
the side of his office desk, Lex continued. “I discovered that when I went to
sprinkle my table plant with tap water. Don’t drink the tap water.” Watching on
as the mayhem continued, Lex scratched his chin deep in thought. “At the rate
this city is falling apart, the only thing left of my company left standing will
be my contraceptives branch… And I’m pretty sure that’ll go bankrupt too.”
Looking
up from his thoughts, Lex was forced to watch a flying satyr bull with a red
blanket tied around his neck fuck a black furred satyress who rode his cock
reverse cowgirl while he held her steady by her arms. Two two floating in the
air like balloons while braying out when the male satyr came hard enough to
cause excess to dribble down to the ground below. Clasping his hands over his
eyes and slowly turning around, Lex grimaced. “There is not enough bleach in
the world to burn that image out of my eyes…”
“Awww…
Poor Lexxypoo.”
“Lexxypoo?”
Taking his hands away from his eyes, Lex Luthor found himself staring into a quartet
of furry masses bigger than his head. Slowly looking up to see over those
slopes, the bald genius found himself staring into the hungry eyes of his
secretary… Now an 8-foot-tall satyress and licking her lips like a lion staring
at a piece of steak. Whatever she was wearing had given up trying to contain
her new height and expanded curves long ago, the only thing remaining were thin
strands hanging around her shoulders and the cuffs of her blouse.
“MERCY!...
You drank the water, didn’t you? I TOLD you not to.”
With
her hands at her hips, the tall satyress smirked down at the man. “You told me
not to a minute ago… Not two hours ago.”
“SEMANTICS!
I hired you to be anticipative with my sudden decisions, so they can be carried
out without bothering with any foresight, now I have to be bothered to find a
solution to this shit storm, just so I can have my secretary back.” Turning
around and flailing his arms in fury, Mercy watched on as her employer raved
on. “Do you know how much this will cost me?... In addition to what those goat
people are costing me? At best I’ll be lucky to break even, this is all HIS
fault!!!!” Pointing out the window to the pair of flying satyrs waving back
through the window, Luthor was unprepared when Mercy pressed the man against
the glass of the window, her four K cup breasts practically smothering his face
and chest.
“Awww,
poor Lexy, sounds like someone needs a little ‘Mercy’.” She purred pulling the
gasping man up high to see him at eye level, just so she could lick him across
the face. “Good thing too, cuz I’m feeling peckish for a treat… I hope your
CREAM filled.” She purred with a wink.
She
expected a lot from Lex Luthor, she didn’t expect him to scream like a little
girl.
*
Meanwhile
at the Queen residence, or what was left of it…
Green
Arrow and Black Canary moaned and grunted heavily while they stood in the
barren remains of their shared home, Oliver Queen thrusting hard into his wife
from behind and gripping her wide hips to maintain his rhythm while she wrapped
an arm behind and around his neck to keep steady. For over 12 hours the couple had
been lost in the throes of passion, their heightened sensitivity and appetites
had them lost in their current state. It was like a drug. The more they had
sex, the hungrier they got, the hungrier they got, the more they ate, the more they
ate, the bigger they got and the bigger they got, the more aroused they became.
Now at over ten feet tall, the two satyrs had slipped further and further,
wailing and roaring out their passions like animals, hellbent to reach climax
while totally ignoring their children nearby who picked clean what was left of
their home. Wild and undisciplined, the dozen or so satyr children frolicked
and played in the debris, gnawing on stones and metal while their parents tried
to make even more siblings for them to play with. Even now Dinah moaned rubbing
her now spherical belly with her free hand, gyrating her hips to meet her
husband’s thrusts as her four massive tits swaying and dripped mother’s milk on
the ground around their hooves, until the two went rigid and they brayed out in
orgasm.
“Huff…
Huff… I’m starving!”
“Me
too, is there anything left?”
Looking
around, the couple noticed that the only thing left of their home was the
foundation, and even that had been reduced to rubble. In their ravenous hunger
they had eaten all their possessions; food, cloths, furniture, even the walls
and ceiling. Literally eating themselves out of house and home. Yet it wasn’t
enough, never enough. “Hnnngg, there must be something.” Moaned Dinah, rubbing
her belly to calm the kicks of her unborn brood. Then suddenly, Black Canary
noticed something in the air. “Sniff… Sniff, hey do you smell that?”
Sniffing
the air also, Oliver could smell the same scent. “It smells like… Sniff, sniff…
Like wild flowers, and cinnamon, and… And…”
“And
HIM!” Wild eyed and licking her lips, Dinah was awash with the memories of when
she was with Buck, how he twisted her body into a being of uninhibited lust and
hunger, of free sex and fertility. Thinking of his solid length entering her
again and again made her wet all over again, making her nipples go stiff. “What?
You wanna fuck him too?” Growled Green Arrow, his barrel chest heaving as his
cock sprang back to life.
“Sure
do! I want him to see just how BIG I’ve gotten, he’ll fuck me for sure.” Seeing
her husband frown, Dinah smirked before pressing up against her husband and
licked his pointed ear. “Aww, don’t be jealous sweaty, you can fuck any girl
you want, knock’em up big and fat, I’ll even join in if you want.”
Getting
a smile back, the two made out, roughly, licking the insides of each others
mouths before it ended with Dinah nipping at his chin hairs. “Let’s go, if we
hurry I can show him how pregnant I am before I have to give birth.” Stomping
their way out of the ruins of their home, Dinah paused only briefly before
turning to look over her shoulder to her kids still picking at what was left.
The satyress brayed out a roar that caught her children’s attention and made
her husband’s cock twitch. An animalistic command devoid of humanity, it was
the call of a mother goat calling out to her herd of children to follow their
heifer of a mother. Without a word, the dozen or so satyr children followed
without question as they travelled into the brush of trees towards their destination,
to their master.