Barking up the right tree

Stomping their way down the cobblestone path from the portal, through the throng of nickering and cheering mutant satyrs that greeted them, Wanda and Buck smiled and waved as they marched their way deeper into the island as if they were head of a celebratory parade. Ahead of them were Wanda’s many consorts she had dragged into her inner circle since her stay in Las Vegas. Orbiting her path on her way towards the center of the island, enjoying and soaking up the attention as much as their mistress was. Consuela, Shiori, Maxine, Deandra, and Amanda took their time to enjoy and indulge what the mutant nation had to offer.

Shiori and Maxine body tackled Colossus to the ground, acting like a pair of groupies to the chrome furred satyr mutant as they fawned over his muscles and fought over the silvery hydrant sticking up in the air between his legs. Deandra slinked her way into the unnamed throng of horned goat people, wrapping her arms around one of the first mutants who caught her eye and fell into the lot like a swimmer splashing into the ocean for a swim. Consuela, one of the first to be corrupted by the satyr couple sauntered ahead of the two like a royal herald. Leering at the many satyrs that drew her attention and giving the mocha furred satyress a list of horned men she planned to jump the bones of when she had the chance, she until then cleared he way for her master and mistress.

Waving to the crowd of cheering and braying satyrs, Buck leaned in and smirked back at Wanda, giving her rear a hearty smack than only served to make her grin back and stare daggers at her lover.

“Gotta admit red, this place is a LOT better than that watering hole in the dessert.” He chuckled, pulling her close with an arm around her waist… As best he can reach. “You got good taste in parties!"

“Hmm… Yes, this is good plan. Now my mutant brothers and sisters are MY brothers and sisters.” Looking out to the island as it was, Wanda’s grin grew dark and salacious, breathing in the pheromone filled air made her loins go moist and her heart pound in her chest. “They already know unbridled pleasure, and freedom from the consequence… All thanks to you my herd sister.”

Grinning from behind the Scarlet Satyress, Amanda pressed up against her mistress, immediately being pulled into an open mouth kiss that had their tongues tie and coil together.

“Yes my Mistress.” Hummed the curly haired brunette. “From here you can REALLY spread your ‘franchise’ across the globe.”

Crooking a finger to scritch under the satyr woman’s chin like a loyal pet, Wanda purred in delight at the prospect. “Leave it to American business lady to think of aggressive global expansion.” Wanda husked in her thick European accent, her eyes diverting back to the path ahead where Consuela parted the satyrs around her to make room. “But zhis place has other treasure I vant.”

Finally reaching their destination at the heart of Krakoa, the pair made their way to the ruins of what used to be the seer council. The place where the leaders of the Krakoan nation would meet and plan out the future of their island state. The furniture had in the brief amount of time Dazzler had spread the satyr corruption to all of mutant kind had led to all the furniture and even the walls to be stripped and devoured down to the skeletal remains of the building’s foundation where even now a few mutants nibbled on what was left.

There at its center and standing as tall as any skyscraper was the island’s massive tree. Krakoa itself. A tree as wide as a house and so tall the canopy blocked out the sky overhead, the front of the trunk bore a serene and fatigued face that seemed to stare down at the massive satyrs that had usurped and overtaken the island’s population. Stepping into the heart of the former council chamber, Wanda spread her arms out wide to show off the grand tree.

“Zhis is Krakoa! The living tree, the heart of the island. From here the island lives and breathes.”

“Daw… He looks like a grumpy old tree with drunk teenagers on his lawn.” Chuckled Buck, eyeing the face of the tree that continued to frown back down at him. “sorry old timer, this party’s not stopping, so you’re gonna have to get used to it.”

“Yes my promiscuous lover, the party is JUST getting started.”

“What do you have planned my mistress?”

“Sí, ¿qué tienes en mente mi reina? » Consuela asked, curling a lock of hair around her finger biting her lip in arousal.

Looking over her shoulder with her hands at her sides, Wanda sauntered over to the core of the tree, her lustful eyes boring into the timeless ones of the living tree as she made her way over to one of the exposed roots. Bending at the waist and getting a catcall whistle from Buck, Wanda lifted the branch up in both hands and looked back to her lover. Gesturing for him to join her. Lumbering his way over to the towering satyress, he hip bumped Wanda, pressing up against her side as she offered the tree branch like it was a hotdog to bite into.

“Krakoa is most ancient of beings on Earth, filled to the brim with life energy and vigor…” Wanda offered, pressing her forehead against Buck’s horned head where the two kissed passionately. “Vant to take bite of REAL pleasure love?”

“Always up for a fun time Red.”

Grabbing a portion of the branch in Wanda’s hands, the two satyrs traded looks for one last smile before opening their mouths and taking a deep bite of the Krakoan root.

*

Meanwhile… Back in the throne room of Wakanda…

Pressed back against his throne, T’Chala winced, his teeth clenched as her huffed in effort, driving back against the **** keeping him sitting in place. Gripping the thighs of the satyress riding him reverse cowgirl to the point of driving him balls deep inside her, the wailing nymphomaniac of a goat woman wailed, keened, and nickered while she ground back against him. Her hands occupied with her four milk swollen tits that rivalled the size and heft of prized farm watermelons as they spurted four streams of mother’s milk with just a gentle tweak of her cork sized nipples.

“More! MORE! MOAR!!! Take me my king! Don’t hold back! NEVER HOLD BACK! BREED MEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!!”

T’Challa’s cry of release sounded more like the roar of some overendowed bovine as he finally emptied his balls into the voluptuous goat woman, his vision blurring while he gripped at her meaty thighs like safety grips as he fired rope after rope of thick seed into her womb. Slumping back into the throne and panting for air, he ignored the orgasmic shivering of his lover as he panned his eyes out to the throne room, his vision clearing slowly as he regained his stamina.

All around him, the throne room had been left in ruins. The walls stripped bare, and the many vases of plants shattered and strewn across the cracked tiled floor. And it was obvious how and why by the lounging animal women all around him.

The Dora Milaje… Or what they had become.

Warriors of keen discipline, they had trained all their lives to face and endure the harshest of enemies or battlegrounds. But the one battleground they could not win in was the boiling lusts that had quickly consumed them from within. Now fully transformed into oversized, overendowed and VERY oversexed satyr women, the cadre of warrior women had been reduced to pleasure drunk bimbo groupies who had unleashed their appetites upon the throne room’s interior. Ayo, their greatest of warriors had grown to a mighty 10 feet tall and nearly that around at the waist. Laying on her back with her cloven feet spread wide, the satyress wailed and moaned as she was paralysed in the throes of labour. Already she had three stubby horned newborns crying for air between her spread thighs with a fourth crowning her pussy. Rearing her horned head back she moaned a throaty cry, but whether it was out of pain or delight T’Chala could not be sure… Save for the grin on her dark lips and how her hands would roam over her expanded curves with each birth.

Indeed the rest of the Dora Milaje were either laying on the ground panting and fanning themselves as they were lost rubbing circles around their swollen bellies to calm the unborn brood within kicking up a storm and making them delirious with pleasure or they were occupied with eating the prized heirlooms and relics that once hung off the walls or stood on plinths with the same reverence as eating cheap food at a fast food restaurant. Even now he could spot one of them taking a bite out of his family mural, once hand woven by seamstresses of the royal family 400 years ago, and the sight of her taking a bite out of another branch out of the proverbial family tree to feed her unborn kids made T’Chala shake his horned head at the irony.

“Mm… My king…” Purred the Dora Milaje sitting in his lap and pressing back against him, reaching back, she gently grabbed his hands and brought them to her thighs. “Yours…” Then she brought his hands to heft the weight of her lower set of breasts, smirking at how they yielded to his hands. “Yours…” Then she brought them to her dome of a belly, smirking when she felt kicks meet both their palms, making her bite her lower lip. “ALL yours…”

It was hard to read her expression, mostly because she now had a head of hair so voluminous that it obscured her eyes, leaving only her grinning smile to be seen under the shadow of her afro. That seemed to be the same with the rest of the Dora Milaje as well. Before when they were human, they all had their heads clean shaven. Now? Now all of them sported wild and curly hair so full they’d have made Foxy Brown jealous.

“Nareema! Quit hogging him!” Pouted one of the women now pressed over T’Challa’s shoulder and burying his face in her cleavage. Her afro obscuring her upper face as she blushed hotly at the other satyress smiling a smug grin back at her and wriggle her hips to drive her king deeper into her loins. “You’ve been tending to our highness for too long, I want a turn!”

“I don’t know Tana, our liege might want more heirs from me…” Purred the horned harlot, squeezing her inner muscles and making the Black Panther his from the stimulation. “What do YOU think my bull?”

The Black Panther could only muffle out a silent cry for air between Tana’s breasts, finally gasping an intake of air when she pulled away to hear what he had to say with her ears flicking and turning his direction.

“You… You all have to stop… You’re all being influenced by… By the curse…” T’Challa wheezed, finding his erection betraying him again as he regained his hardness, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the giggling Nareema. “You’re eating the throne room for Bast’s sake!”

“Aww… Is our king hungry too?” Tana pouted, shimmying her shoulders. With an almost wicked gleam in her eye (if it were visible behind her mop of hair) the satyress lifted one of her breasts in her hand. “Here! Have a drink.”

Still gasping for air, T’Challa was unable to stop the thick nipple from being shoved past his lips and flood his mouth with mother’s milk. **** to swallow in gulps, his eyes went wide as he felt his muscles tense and grow. His body slowly growing larger and bulkier with each gulp of milk being drained by the former warrior woman’s tit. With a grunt, T’Challa squirmed in his throne as the arm rests creaked from him growing wider, his legs being pushed further apart as his balls grew tighter and his cock throbbed to such intensity that the veins bulged up his girth.

“YES! Harder! HARDER MY BULL!” Nareema moaned as she felt him grew inside of her. “You’re going to split me in two! FUCK ME WITH YOUR ROYAL COCK!!!”

*

The jungles and forests of Krakoa groaned, the trunks creaking and shifting over the sounds of braying and merriment being had on the ground. They behaved like they were being drained, sucked empty of their life sap. And nothing could be further from the truth. The original pair of satyrs, the ones who started this madness from the very beginning fed off the root like a pair of leeches sucking blood from an extended finger, and just like parasites, they GORGED and grew. Before the eyes of everyone there, the two grew taller, larger, bulkier. Their stomachs gurgling as they drained more and more, until Buck pulled away with glowing eyes and licked at his salivating mouth.

“WOAH! THAT’S THE GOOD SHIT!!!”

“I can FEEL it!” Wanda slurred, drool escaping the corner of her mouth as her eyes dilated wide. “My humanity slipping away…”

Biting into the root again, the perverse pair continued to feed, and the more they fed the more they grew… And changed. What little bare skin they still possessed was rapidly being covered in coarse fur, bones cricked and cracked audibly as their size shifted larger and denser. Behind them their goat-like tails grew longer, heavier, snaking behind them like the tails of some terrible lizard save for the tuft of fur at the ends. Their hands changed too, their fingers merging with thickening finger nails until they then sported three-fingered hooves for hands. A second pair of horns sprouted from their hairy scalps, curving back and out until they were so big they clacked against each other’s skulls as the now 20-foot-tall pair fought for space to drink from Krakoa’s roots.

Staggering back and clutching at her horned head with her altered hands, Wanda moaned deeply, her flesh rippled as the changes continued. Her fur crept up her neck, which cricked loudly as it grew longer, and her face began to change. Her nose flattened and merged with her upper lip as her skull pushed forward into a muzzle. Raising her arms, the anthropomorphic goat woman’s muscles throbbed and tensed while her four breasts swelled heavy and full over the dome of her full stomach. With an almost orgasmic cry of release, a pair of leathery wings erupted from her back. Flapping twice and causing a gust of wind before she opened her red glowing eyes.

“Yessssss….” The demonic creature purred with a deep, velvety smooth voice, looking over her now animalistic body with pride and delight. “Such… Power… Such… SENSATION!”

Her eyes fluttering from the overstimulation of her expanded body, she could actually reach out with her mind and feel the lusts, the hunger, and passions of those around her. To her, it was an extension of her, the growing herd was her, and she was them. She yelped in surprise when she felt something as large as her press up against her from behind and wrap around her body between her belly and breasts. Turning her horned head to look, she was met with a tongue lick that went up her neck and nuzzled her nose into a passionate kiss.

“LOVE the new look babe.” Snorted Buck, just as big and changed as she was. Clacking his horns against her affectionately while his meter long cock bobbed and thumbed against her thigh. “You have NO idea how much a want to stuff you full of white stuff like a build-a-bear.”

Smiling a fanged grin, Wanda fell to all fours with a tremor to the ground around her, flapping her wings and leering over her shoulder.

“Do it my love, show my zisters their new fu…” Biting her lower lip and fluttering her eyes, Wanda chuckled at Buck enthusiasm. Mounting her like a bull on a cattle ranch and already thrusting hard. “Yes, YES! AAAARGH… MORE! No more limits! No more restraint! I want to spread this across the VORLD!”

“Uuurgh… That’s right babe!” Snorted Buck, his hoof-like hands wrapped around her as he thrusted hard, his mail box sized balls slamming against her thighs as he snorted and grunted like an animal. “This has been GREAT! Before I was expecting just a wild night… And here you are making us ARCH-DEMONS of… Of… CHAOS!!!!”

Rearing his horned head back and flapping his wings, Buck gave off a guttural roar as he came hard into Wanda, their braying calls of climax causing every satyr in Krakoa to share in their herd mistress’s bliss.

“Vhat?” panted the Scarlet Satyress, nuzzling Buck as he went for a second rutt.

“You’ve kicked off humanity like an old pair of shoes girl… You’re like ME now. Even better, you’ve… Hnnnngh… You’ve pulled us both up the ranks. AAAARGH… We’re amongst the BIG kids now, the high lords of the chaos realms, and… HNNNNGH… And I got to thank YOU for… For…”

Bellowing out another bovine roar of release, the two cried out, and the entirety of Krakoa joined them as their own passions reached a fever pitch.

“This is OUR realm of chaos now!” Declared the Scarlet Satyress, already feeling the firmness of her belly expand to a new brood of newborns. “Vhe vill spread… Grow… Indulge… Until ALL are us!”

Glaring out on to the tangled mess of mutant satyrs fornicating and eating all around her, Wanda’s eyes glowed with intensity as she gave out a howl. Everyone who heard it called back, and one by one their eyes glowed red like their mistress. She could feel through them, and they could feel her will and hunger for more. With another animalistic call, she empathically ordered them all to obey her desires. As one, the herd began to move towards the portals on the island that led to other countries across the globe. Eager to spread the curse and pleasure to every human on earth.

“Our herds, our world, our realm of chaos!” Wanda purred, any trace of her old self gone, with Buck separating from her, she turned and lounged on her side, rubbing circles around her distended womb while she watched her closest friends and lovers feed off the Krakoan tree like she and Buck did. Her smile dark and salacious as she licked her fanged muzzle as she watched Consuela double in size and transform, as did Maxine and Shiori. “All ours… And more!”

*

T'Challa was getting worse, and he knew it. Ever since he outgrew the throne from being fed the mother’s milk of his Dora Milaje, the rest had been nothing more then a blurry haze. It was a challenge to maintain any focus after he had grown well over 10 feet tall. His head was now crowned with two pairs of gnarled horns that curved into a heart shaped rack that stood almost 3 feet over and around his skull. His hands had changed, fingers merged to become hooves with opposable thumbs, and the crunching of bones in his face told him he no longer looked human. Had there still been a reflective surface on the wall, he would have found that his fur had spread across what remained of his body and up over his face. Between moments where the Dora Milaje fed him, he felt up his enlarged frame, finding he had grown more muscular… But also overweight. A heavy paunch hung around his midsection, contrasting his enlarged physique. By now he looked like an anthropomorphic steer trying everything in his power to keep control of himself in the moment and failing miserably.

In front of him was Ayo, laying on her back and laughing with salacious glee as her king pounded into her hard and fast. Her four milk heavy breasts were the size of propane tanks and swayed heavily with each thrust, prompting the now overstuffed goat woman to clutch at her chest to prevent one of her tits from slapping into her face. A face now completely covered in fur and sporting an afro of hair that obscured her horns save for the tiny stubs of their points. Her eyes were hidden under her overgrown mop of hair, but she could make out her bovine nose and her plump lips trapped in an open cry of pleasure as she felt T’Challa thrust and grind into her with wild abandon. Her meaty thighs were wrapped around his waist with her hooved feet locked together behind him, preventing the satyr bull from shirking free. Not that he could. At either side of him were two other former guards of the Dora Milaje, bloated into giant whorish goat women who either licked and fawned over his arms and shoulders or gently pulled his horned head to the side to either make out passionately or feed their milk to him. The results of which made his muscles tense and his cock to grew ever harder.

Something had changed, something for the worse, he could feel it all around him as his elongated ears flicked at the sounds of the satyrs around him braying and nickering like farm animals. By now the throne room was a rubble strewn cave, one overcrowded by the enlarged satyr women and their progeny they had sired from the Black Panther gnawing on anything they could eat. HIS progeny. The thought of that only made his balls swell as he winced with his eyes closed, reaching his limits. All of them were sporting glowing red eyes, their irises glowing like hot coals that were hard to miss even behind the hair that covered half their upper faces, because they reminded him of the Scarlet Witch when her anger reached a boil back in Las Vegas.

This was HER work, somehow she was oozing into their minds as well as corrupting their flesh. Even NOW he could see… Visions. Waking daydreams of his nation overrun with satyrs eating, grinding, rutting, and breeding while his centuries old kingdom was devoured down to the last brick, the vibranium mountain gone, and his people’s civilization swallowed up by nature while his herds spread across Africa like water buffalo. He… WANTED that. CRAVED IT!

Rearing back and roaring out in release, his vision blurred into seeing stars as he flooded Ayo’s womb with more seed, her belly inflating slightly from the heavy bolts of cum. But as he stared up breathing hard, he noticed the lights flickering in his eyes were blending, spinning, and turning a familiar tint of green as they took on the runes he recognised as the work of his kingdom’s mystics. With a final burst of light, green particles of energy flitted down and landed over his fur, causing him to twitch and shiver. But more than that, he was instantly regaining his self control.

“Ung… My aching head…” Pouted the satyress to his right, shaking her horned head and reaching up to scratch her brow, only to gasp when she grabbed a handful of thick curly hair instead. “The HELL?!”

“GASP! My KING!” Whispered the one to her left through clenched teeth as she and every other satyress there pulled away in shock and bowed down to their hands and knees to the best of their abilities and failing miserably with their expanded figures and breasts that pressed against their chins on the floor.

“It… It is alright, you and I had all been afflicted with…”

A shocked cry escaped Ayo’s lips as she grabbed handfuls of her full head of hair, pulling it over her eyes to finally see her face in a mask of shock, horror, and embarrassment as she took stock of her size, her figure, her hair… and that her king was balls deep into her and her legs wrapped around him. Her hands flailed between trying to cover herself, her face, her hair and finding that she was rapidly growing pregnant. “MY KING! I… I… I did not mean for this to…”

“It is alright Ayo… There is no fault in this…”

Pulling out of the satyress with a wince ad getting to his cloven feet with her in hand, helping her up, T’Challa groaned as his horns tapped against the ceiling. Getting a good look of the state of the throne room he found himself surrounded by over fifty fully grown satyrs where once was him and the twelve guards with which he was present. But he did notice something else, the red glow in their eyes had now become a soft green.

“Rise everyone.” The Black Panther declared, finding the Dora Milaje get to their own cloven feet with some difficulty, their children copying their parents actions as they squirmed for room in the crowded throne room. The same green flecks of light that had rained over them all earlier reappeared, coalescing and swirling into a disc that showed a hooded face on the other side.

“My King…” The mystic made a face of surprise finding the Black Panther worse in his predicament and surrounded by others, bringing a hand up to block the sight of everyone’s nudity, the mystic continued. “… I could not reach you by the communicator on your throne and feared the worst. So I went with the spell I had devised I had hoped would bring some balance to the chaos.”

“I can think straight again, the roiling madness of the Scarlet Witch has become a quiet whisper.” T’Challa looked down at his cloven hands and made fists, before opening them again. “But I remain a satyr.”

“Indeed my king, the witch’s magics are too chaotic, raw, the effects could not be undone, but they COULD be filtered.”

Feeling Ayo snake her arm around his, T’Challa found her biting her lower lip as her belly noticeably grew.

“Our mystics were able to cast the ‘Wisdom of Bast’ across the entire nation of Wakanda, Even now the spell reinforces the mental fortitude of its nation and YOU as a result. We usually avoid casting such a powerful spell because of the complications it brings.”

“Complications?” Asked Nareema, looking around the crowded throne room to her adult children pressed shoulder to shoulder with each other and her. “What complications?”

Shifting his eyes and visibly mulling over what answer to give, the Mystic explained himself. “Well… We usually avoid this spell because it has a tendency to improve decision making skills and increases the intelligence of those its cast on, ESPECIALLY on newborns and domesticated animals. One time one of our order cast it on a coop of chickens and well… Now he has chicken accountants.”

“sigh… Thank you my friend, let me know if you can find a way to aid our friends outside our city walls.”

Seeing the ring of green energy flicker away into sparkles of green dust, the Black Panther looked to his Dora Milaje and many heirs, a gentle poke from Ayo turned his attention to the Satyress who stood fidgeting. “What do you think the spell will have on our children?”

Looking to the many adult offspring of their throne room tryst, no older than an hour at best since born, one of the male satyrs slowly raised a cloven hand to rest a pair of reader’s glasses on his bovine nose.

“I… Want… To… TALK about what’s happening in this room right now, between you and me I foresee severe ramifications for the future!”

Leaning back, both T’Challa and Ayo traded looks.

*

A bellowing orgasmic roar echoed out over the jungle canopy of Krakoa. One of many drowning out the livelihood of the mutant nation... Or what was left of it. What little remained of the civilization had been picked clean brick by brick by the gluttonous mutant satyrs that now swarmed and overpopulated the fallen island nation. Indeed, the oversized and overendowed goat people overflowed with excess fluids, spilling breast milk and cum onto the former walkways and décor under their cloven feet. Contact with these fluids caused plant life to sprout and grow faster than bamboo! Like the most powerful fertilizer and growth catalyst known to man, entire forests of trees burst from the Earth, all from the fluids spilling freely and causing even the simplest of plant life to explode with growth! In the first hour of the invasion alone, nature had swallowed up the island, right after the buildings had been swallowed up by the former occupants. All of whom had red glowing eyes matching their new herd mistress.

A steamy deluge of rain pattered overhead almost constantly, causing just as much plant growth to develop as it did increase the humidity of the tropical island. The warm and gentle rainfall continued as the one who caused it finally descended from the thick cloud cover overhead to land on her cloven feet and survey her home with a nicker of delight. Ororo Monroe smiled to herself as she rested her hands at her furry sides and tossed her mane of chalk white and voluminous hair over her shoulder. Her curves had grown to outrageous proportions. Easily 10 feet tall and more than a metric ton, Storm had become a primal animal of a woman, her hips rivalled the bumper of a pick-up truck, with thighs that would have put might oaks to shame. Her bare and white fur covered breasts, all four of them were the size of mini-fridges and constantly dribbled mother’s milk that caused moss to grow at her cloven feet.

For the first time in her life, she never felt so free, so ALIVE! Unburdened and untethered by the trivialities of her human life, all she wanted to do now was indulge without consequence. To eat until she felt full, to fornicate until she was exhausted, to lose herself to the revelry of passion and lust until Krakoa was crowded with herds of her progeny. The near perfect sphere of her belly jolted and shifted by her current litter liking the idea, riling up a storm of activity in Storm’s womb. She wanted to be bigger. Bigger, fatter, taller, larger, more fecund, more fertile, more EVERYTHING! She simply couldn’t wait to see what her limits were.

A nickering grunt of release nearby caused the white furred satyress to shake her horned head and breath in sharply as her lust blurred eyes caught the sight of her friends tangled together in an indiscriminate orgy. One of many knotted together throughout the Krakoan forests. Licking her lips, she made to toss her wild hair over her shoulder seductively and saunter her way towards the throng of satyrs who leered back at her invitingly. Hefting one of her many tits and biting her lip at how overstimulated she had become in this pheromone thick atmosphere. All she wanted to do was get lost in that honey sweet, cinnamon tang filling her nostrils and…

‘BAMPH’

Caught off guard and screwing her nose in reaction to the worst smell she had ever inhaled, Ororo down to the sensation of a body hugging her close. When she looked down, she blinked to find Nightcrawler holding her tightly in his arms and smiling up at the massive goat woman.

“Kurt?”

“Überraschung Hallo!”

With another burst of sulfuric fog, the two had disappeared, leaving behind an evaporating purple cloud that made almost all the satyrs in proximity cough and hack at the stench.