Back in the alley where Super Man, Green Lantern and Wonder Woman picked themselves back up after the escape, the man of steel fumed! Wringing hi red cape, he could already make out hard spots left behind by Flash’s… Turbulence.
“When I get my hands on Barry, I’m going to take that baseball bat he’s got between his legs and shove it down his throat!” Wincing back at the usually calm Superman, Hal and Diana totally understood his anger. “Can’t believe he swung that thing into my face like a damn Billy-club, was he drunk or stoned?”
“I think it’s both really…” Answered Diana, looking over the cleaned-out alleyway and finding every bit of trash gone and licked clean, even the graffiti was gone! Picking up a stray empty soup can she noticed a bite mark around its rim. If anything DID remain it was the rugged smell of sex and Buck’s personal scent still in the air, breathing sharply Diana blushed when she felt her nipples tent in her breastplate. “Buck seems to have an inebriating effect on everyone he effects. As far as those people that are turned, they think they’re in a party right now.”
Rolling his green eyes, Green Lantern shook his head. “Great… A herd of rampaging goat people who think they’re on a pub crawl. Who’s gonna pick up the tab on that?”
“I’m just worried about where they might be, ANYONE exposed to that drunken horse’s ass will end up turned into a satyr themselves.”
“Let’s hope they took their ‘party’ somewhere private…”
*
Meanwhile back in Gotham Park… During the Saturday night outdoor rave party hosted by Roman Sionis, hundreds gathered and danced to the DJ at the center of the stage, where some of the more gorgeous of the city’s ladies danced to the neon lights and cheers from the crowd. Roman himself sat at the VIP lounge with three high class escorts offering him champagne and olives while half a dozen guards kept any of the dancers from getting too close.
“Hey Boss…”
Rolling his eyes and glaring at the one guard trying to get his attention, Black Mask sneered. “The FUCK is it Louie?!”
“Did you hire a bunch of Krampus impersonators to crash the rave? Cuz we got a LOT of them headin our way.”
“Dafuq are you talkin about?” Getting up from the couch and making the ladies pout, Roman stormed over to his guard and stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted Buck head his way, with Zatanna and Power girl flanking either side of him. Blinking back at the three satyrs and the group of them just a few steps behind, he was a little distracted by the two ladies double sets of G cup tits but looked down to see what HAD to have been a black furry traffic pylon with two fuzzy dice behind them! “Please tell me that’s a prosthetic…”
“No way hoze, I’m the real deal.” Looking over the disgusted man wearing a black mask and white business suit, Buck winked at the trio of ladies at the couch. “Hey hot stuffs, wanna have a ride on Buck’s play time pony?”
“GET THIS ASS-HOLE OUTTA HERE!!!”
Surrounded by armed guards, Buck went into a cold sweat before Zatanna whispered into his ear and gave his cock a loving squeeze. “Let me handle this love.” The plump, over endowed goat woman waved her hands with a flourish and chanted out a spell. “!HTUOS NWOD PIRT A EKAT” A flash of light zipped over Roman Sionis and his men, and a split second later they disappeared. “All better.” Chirped the black furred woman, going back to her side of Buck as they approached the couch and the three woman, looking flustered and hot in Buck’s presence. “So… New in town handsome?” Asked one of the strawberry blonde women, her nipples tenting her cocktail dress and her eyes glassy from arousal.
“Sure am babe, wanna show the new guy a night he won’t forget?” sitting down where Black Mask was sitting, immediately the three escorts pressed close to the lead satyr while Zatanna and Power Girl pulled his legs apart to get at his throbbing erection. The two satyr women already went to work licking up his length and fondling his massive balls, giggling every now and then when their broad hips bumped against each other or when their foot-long horns got tangled up. “Hnnngh… Your tits are massive Kara, and I’m SO jealous of that ass!” Husked Zatanna, wrapping an arm around her friend to hug her close while her other stroked Buck’s length. “Looks to me your playing catch up, but hey at least you pulled that stick outta your ass.” Pulling the dark haired satyress into a kiss, she wasn’t surprised when Zatanna shot her tongue out to tangle with hers, or that the woman would squeeze at her rump playfully. Her other free hand beating off Buck as well.
“Hey, wanna know a secret?” whispered Kara in Zatanna’s ear, giving it a playful lick. “I’m carrying three little Bucks inside my belly, growing fast and eager to join the party.” Zatanna gasped and smiled impishly at the blonde, her eyes darting down to the pot belly she sported. “but that’s nothing compared to the four YOU’RE carrying.” Pecking and licking each other affectionately, the two goat women lost each other in the moment until they heard Buck grunt and go stiff, giving each other a knowing look, the two satyress’s aimed buck’s cock out into the crowd and stroked him fast and rough until he brayed out loud, firing a torrent of cum like a garden hose out into the dancing rave.
*
Collapsing in a heap in the middle of a dusty landscape, Black Mask shoved one of the guards off him to get up and look around. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!” Looking around it was early dawn… Where ever he was. Seeing what looked like a cheap van drive down the dirt path he and his men found themselves, Black Mask waved the driver to stop and the vehicle slowed to park right in front of him. The driver wore a tanned hide hat and thick mustache, putting out his cigarette when he rolled his window down to get a better look at Black Mask and his men.
¿de dónde son ustedes? El día de los muertos no es por otros cinco meses.
Blinking back at the man, Roman looked down to the front of the van and gasped when he read Belize license plates.