Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...

Wandering the hallway of the building he stepped into, Tony Stark was dazed, unfocussed. He had been having the time of his life at a party… Somewhere. It was hard to focus on anything. But one thing WAS making him focus, focus on where to go. Wavering out of the throng of satyrs at the rave with Janet in tow, the two made their way through the city, the music still pounding in the background, and with it the people of the city effected by its beat. Had the man been paying attention, he’d have seen gamblers shambling out of casinos sprouting horns and fur. Parties of a different kind coming to life at bars and restaurants, where people swelled to twice their size and started bleating, eating what they could reach. Every part of him wanted to join in.

But there was whisper… In his head. Someone telling him where to go.

Entering the lobby of a hotel, the two transformed satyrs were oblivious to the orgies breaking out all around them, or the goat people biting into furniture or nearby plants. All the while Janet clung to his arm, giggling, buzzing her wings behind her.

“Come ON Tony-Wony!” Janet giggling, using her powers to shrink her and him down to the size of honey bees. “We’re going to be late for the AFTER party!”

Buzzing at high speeds and zipping passed hallways, and stairs and satyrs making out where they turned, the two finally reached a busted down door to a hotel room on the upper floors. Returning to their full sizes and landing heavily on their cloven feet with the same grace as a wrecking ball colliding into a wall, the two laughed when they got their bearings. Seeing the broken doorway, Tony pushed the door open and out of the way, taking it off its hinges in the process and landing on the carpeted floor.

“Uhm… Knock, knock? Heh…”

Making their way inside, they could hear the tell-tale signs of some fun being had, turning the corner to a stripped-down bedroom where the two found the Scarlet Satyress herself with two other satyrs with her. One was a towering brute of a bull satyr, the other was a fledgling satyress with a swollen middle that dominated her body and attention.

"I see you have joined us at last, welcome my friends Tony and Janet." Husked Wanda, turning her red-eyed gaze to her two friends. The glow dying down when she blinked.

Standing there and teetering back and forth, Tony ogled Wanda, while Janet giggled, hanging off his arm like a floozy biting her lower lip when she caught sight of Natasha on the floor. Resting on her knees and so bloated with child she looked unable to get up.

"Wanda? Is that YOU?” Tony asked, shaking his horned head with a drunken grin. “Damned girl you are looking hot!"

Pulling her close, Buck grinned with Wanda, holding the satyress up close and groping at her thigh with a playful smack to her rump.

"Damn right she's hot! This little repressed ball of gypsy love is the best time I've had on the mortal plane."

“I have been avoken to a new way of living my friends.” Purred Wanda, separating from Buck to sashay sensually towards Tony and Janet. Combing her fingers through her long and wild red hair as she pressed up against the inventor, eyeing the blue-glowing arc reactor imbedded in his chest with lust and hunger. “Imagine it Tony,… Unbridled pleasure and carnality. Ve could turn zhis world into an Eden vhere all vill know ecstasy.” Turning her lustful gaze to the Wasp beside him, Wanda reached out to caress a finger under her chin. “You both could take anything you vant. Eat and grow, grow, and eat, mate and breed, and breed, and BREED! This vorld is an apple for vou to sink your teeth into… All you need do is bite!”

Turning her gaze to Tony, and buzzing her wings, Janet’s smirk became devilish when she reached out and wrapped the man up in her four arms. Wriggling her stinger tail back and forth with the shimmy of her hips. "You've lusted after me for years, haven't you Tony." Purred Janet. Leaning up to lick at his nose,

"You and every other babe wearing a leotard in the mansion hot stuff, damn what I'd do to have a little rock and roll in YOUR concert hall."

Janet giggled again, looking to Wanda and Buck with a tilt of her shoulder. "And by concert hall, he means... Uhm..." She tilts her cloven heel. Tapping her chin in thought with her finger and looking up to the ceiling deep in thought. "I forget, lets fuck!"

Not needing much preamble, Tony pulled the woman close by her hips and immediately Wasp wrapped a leg around his waist, aiming his meaty girth between her moist folds and sunk down to the hilt, her eyes fluttering as much as her diaphanous wings as he began to thrust into the insectoid satyress with grunts and snorts.

"Such passion, such carnality! O, Bozhe moy... I vant more! MOAR!" Mewled Natasha on the floor. Leering over to Buck and grabbing his cock in her hand to lick and suck at.

Meanwhile Tony and Wanda had changed positions, with Janet sitting in his lap with her stinger draped over his shoulder and crying out in laughter as her four hands groped at her four tits.

"Zzzzzz.... Who wants milk and honey?” Janet sighed, pinching at her nipples. “Because I think I'm churning up both now, tee, hee, hee."

Aaargh, MAN! 'nicker' feels like I'm gonna burst! All I wanna do is screw everyone I see." Grunted the former Iron Man, his eyes closed as he reached his limit and reared up, the arc reactor in his chest glowing brightly when his orgasm finally crashed through him, and he flooded the Wasp with bolt after bolt of satyr cum. Making Janet wail as four arcs of honey spurted from her tits.

"Heh, no problem THERE bro! There's plenty of chicks to bang around here." Chuckled Buck, seeing Deandra, Consuela, Maxine, and Shiori enter the hotel room. Along with the rest of their friends following behind them and crowding the hotel room, shoulder to shoulder.

Seeing them return, Wanda rested her hands at her sides and raised an eyebrow. Noticing one of them was missing. “Vhere is zhe Panther?”

Tilting her heel and crossing her arms behind her almost child-like, Deandra pouted. “The kitty got away before we could pet him…”

“Hmm…” Her eyes glowing red briefly, Wanda’s smile returned. Hopping on her cloven feet to turn and rejoin Buck, pressing up against him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “No matter, T’Chala vill be with us soon, as vill the rest of our friends and loved ones. Soon… Soon, this vorld will be a satyr world. One of abundance and pleasure and bliss for all to experience.”

“Oh YEAH!” Smiled Buck with his fist in the air. “Live it up guys, this party will never be over!”

The entire room erupted in a chorus of cheers and goat-like nickers. Then the roof explodes in a shower of debris and magical fire, startling the satyrs and pushing everyone back to stare up at the gaping hole in the ceiling where the lot could see two figures slowly descend down into view. Surrounded by glowing golden runes and the glowing hum of arcane energy.

"This party is INDEED over!" Declared Dr. Steven Strange. He and Thor levitated down to almost land on the floor of the room around them, still showing off intense power that made all the satyrs gasp with their mouths ajar. Not out of fear... But more along the lines of being mesmerized by a fire works display. Their eyes glazed over and unfocused seeing lights and colours swirl around the two beings.

Looking down at the lot before them, Thor and Strange gave the satyrs a stern gaze, focusing on Wanda and Buck who held each other out of shock. Narrowing his gaze, Strange pointed accusingly at the bull satyr in Wanda’s arms.

"You! Satyr. You do not belong in this world. You will return to your place origin and undo the corruption you have placed on our world and allies! You will cease this insanity, the sorcerer supreme, the guardian of this world and Thor the god of thunder demands it!"

"Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! Hold the phone there Strange." Slurred Tony as he pulled away from Janet and stumbled his way over to his friends, Thor and Dr. Strange had to look away with a grimace when they found their genius of a friend reduced... Or in this case bloated into a big, hairy, 8-foot-tall satyr with an arc reactor in his chest. That and the massive erection he had bobbing in front of him like a street pylon. "We just got here fellas, why don't you just mellow the fuck out and get a lap dance, I bet some of these ladies would give you the ride of a lifetime."

"I WOULD!" Raised Deandra's hand, hopping on her cloven feet like heels and causing her four melon sized tits to wobble.

"ME! ME! Pick me!" Shiori practically screamed, fighting with Sammy, Maxine, and Cammy for Thor's attention. "POUND MY ASS UNTIL ITS AS SOFT AS A PILLOW!!!"

"Ya see?" Pointed Tony over his shoulder with a thumb back at the ladies. "So why don't you both either join the party or make like a tree and fuck off."

Breathing in sharply and closing his eyes in frustration, Dr. Strange looked to the thunder god beside him.

"Thor my friend, could you jar Tony's memories on what's going on and what's become of him?"

With a nod, Thor approached the former Iron Man, even hovering a foot off the ground he floated eye level with the horned goat man smirking back at him. With an almost unceremoniously gentle tap of his hammer over Tony's head, Thor looked on to see Tony grin stupidly, cross his eyes... And fall hard onto his back with his cock still waving in the air like a flag pole. Wincing, Thor looked back to the sorcerer supreme with a shrug.

"Sorry good doctor, I think I jarred him a bit too hard."

Seeing the results, Buck hid behind Wanda like a terrified child while the rest of the satyrs gasped. Amanda narrowed her eyes, her hands at her sides like the former CEO she used to be, instantly reading the room and turning her attention to Buck and Wanda. "I think they want to stop the fun."

"You dare..." Growled the Scarlet Satyress, raising her hands over her horned head and causing a gust of wind to blow from up and around her presence. Glowing red runes sparked and encircled the satyress as she got to her cloven feet and began to hover off the ground. "You dare think you can stop ME?!" She nickered, creating an incantation. "PERHAPS YOU NEED TO SEE THINGS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE!!!!!"

Waving her hands at Dr. Strange, the sorcerer supreme guarded himself from a blast of eldritch energy coming from Wanda's outstretched hands. Raw, pure chaos magic blasting against his forcefield and caused the man to wince trying to maintain it. Matching her magics with his own, the golden light and fiery red swirled and churned like a storm, a column of order and chaos fighting against each other. For a brief second it appeared the two magic users would be at a stalemate when she bleated out a cry of rage and to Dr. Strange's astonishment, was shocked to find his **** field had collapsed like a popped bubble, scattering golden runes everywhere. The red runes of Wanda’s hex energy struck him like a firehose and slammed him back against the wall. Immediately the man began to convulse and shudder on the spot, forcing Thor to come to his aid and look back to the now smug and imperious Satyress now lording over them in their prone state.

"We shall return Wanda!" Thor threatened, pointing his hammer at the Scarlet Satyress before spinning it in his hand. Swinging Mjolnir in his hands for just a second, Thor aimed the hammer up, the **** alone sending him and his passenger slung under his arm to fly out of the building and away from danger. Firing off like rocket away from the city and out of sight onto the Nevada dessert.

Seeing the two flee, Wanda purred with delight just as she caught the sound of Natasha moan after the noise of a splash of fluid hit the floor between her cloven feet. Falling to her hands and knees, Natasha panted and mewled as labor pains cut through her, but instead of crying out from pain, the red haired satyress cried out in what could only be described as elation.

"AAAAARGH! Yes... So intense, so... SO..." Unable to speak, Natasha gnashed her teeth as she pushed, her pussy crowning as she pushed her first born out with a guttural cry.

"Yes my herd sister... Welcome to the herd."

Watching the new satyress broodmare cry out again as she pushed, Amanda smirked and cocked an eyebrow. A knowing look came over her face, and she slinked over to Wanda. She brought her hand up to one of the Scarlet Satyr's huge tits and gave a delightful squeeze, before she whispered into Wanda's pointed ear. Wanda began to chuckle and nodded her horned head.

A wicked grin filled Amanda's face, and she sauntered out of the room, leaving only Natasha's cries of raw pleasure in her wake. She had a little present for her new Mistress.

Tony looked at the swayed ass of Amanda leaving and watched her tail swish back and forth hypnotically. Her was transfixed for a moment, until she disappeared around a corner.

"So what? Is she going to find a bar?" he asked the group.

“In a matter of speaking.” Wanda purred, looking over her shoulder. “You vill be thirsty… That is for sure.”

*

"Geez, what's going on in there?" Wondered a woman standing outside her car on the outskirts of the city, the engine had blown out on her way to Las Vegas to catch Dazzler's concert but from where she stood, it almost looked like the entire city was in the middle of a riot. "Too bad I can't refund my tickets..."

Landing like a ton of bricks outside the city borders, Thor got to his feet while Dr. Strange stumbled away, clutching at his head as he felt Wanda's magics course through him. The woman was startled by their arrival but lost her fear when she spotted the tall and handsome Thor get to his feet and place Mjolnir at his hip, strapped to his belt.

"Dr. Strange, how fair you?" Worried Thor as he watched the man convulse and shudder, his actions only grew worse when they were in the air and landing on the ground didn't make things any better.

With a cry, Dr. Strange pulled away from his head to show a pair of horns sprout from his skull. Black fur had spread up his neck and down the rest of his body, a body rapidly growing larger by the second while his clothing grew taut and stretched to capacity. His sleeves and pants tearing apart as his thighs and ankles grew larger, his boots exploding apart to make room for cloven feet as he clopped heavily with each sluggish step. The man's face was a mask of agony, but with where his hands were struggling with, it became crystal clear why when he ripped his pants open and freed a massive two-foot-long cock that throbbed angrily in his hands. Taller and larger he grew, matching Thor in height and still growing taller, his arms and shoulders broadening and his clothing fell apart in tatters around him.

Even after he reached the same size and appearance as the satyrs in the city, Dr. Strange continued to grow and change. A second pair of horns sprouted from his skull, where the first pair curled around his ears, the second coiled like screws pointing upwards, lengthening to over a foot. Looking down at his hands, Strange's fingers merged until he hand three fingered hands that looked reminiscent of goat hooves. a tail shot out from behind him, growing long and stout until it fell heavily to the ground and snaked back and forth like the tail of some lizard, growing to over 14 feet in length and ending in a tuft of fur.

Falling to all fours, Stephen Strange cried out as he nose flattened and fur spread up to envelop his face, making him bleat out when a third pair of horns grew from his skull, now pointing out left and right of his skull and spines a foot long jutted out of his back like the spines of some terrible lizard. At that point, the transformation had ended, leaving the massive beast to pant and exhale heavily before slowly getting up to his hind feet and stand. Towering over Thor by almost 2 meters, his furry shoulder twitching from after shocks of his changes. Looking down at Thor and the confused woman standing behind him at her car.

"Uhm... Friend Strange, are you still in there?"

"I'm... I'm still myself, Thor." Strange answered in a deep, gruff voice, his muscles still twitching, but slowly relaxing. "Wanda has placed a hex on me. The magics coursing through her and twisting her body and mind have flooded me ten times over. THIS is the doomed fate of those who fall to her corruption if the satyr’s magics are left unchecked. If she continues this path there will be nothing human left in her... Or anyone else."

Looking down at his transformed state, Strange slapped a hand over his paunch of a belly, making a face of discomfort when his bowling ball sized balls swung from the wobble and made his cock throb.

"This... This body has such demanding appetites, hair trigger impulses, it takes all of my iron will to maintain some semblance of dignity."

"Uh... Hi? Are you Thor?"

Blinking and looking over to the source of the voice, Strange found a confused young woman with wavy blonde hair look up at the two of them. Wearing a pair of cropped cut jean shorts and a ‘Dazzler’ T-shirt meant for a rave at a concert, she combed her fingers through her hair and blinked back at them both.

“Dude… The hell are you?” She asked, staring up at the massive satyr monstrosity.

Looking down at the young woman, Dr. Strange’s eyes darted from her thighs, hips, chest, and face. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as his breathing raised in pitch. His heart suddenly pounded in his pounded ears, and before Dr. Strange could reel back, he winced and roared out, clutching at his erection as he fired off like a firehose, emptying his massive balls and firing cum onto the desert sands in front of him almost 12 feet away. The woman was stunned stupid with a hot blush on her cheeks by the sight while Thor felt embarrassed for the three of them. Turning away and averting his eyes.

"Are you alright NOW Dr. Strange?"

Not hearing the massive goat monster speak a word after nutting harder than he ever had in his life, he DID reply by bringing his arm out to stick up a cloven thumb and nod his horn crowned head back at the thunder god. Looking out to where the monster man had busted over, Thor grimaced to find moss and grassy plants instantly growing and blooming from where it all had landed.

Turning his attention to the young lady, Thor crouched to one knee and offered a hand to the lady. "Fair maiden, my friends are in dire need of your assistance. Do you have a... Cell phone?"

Wringing her hands together excitedly, the woman reached into her pocket and produced her phone for the man to take. "Wow! Thor wants MY cell phone, wait until Candice hears about this! Hi, MY name is Becky” The young lady extended her hand to greet, scrunching her nose when she picked up a strange flowery scent in the air. “Sniff, sniff... What's that smell?"

"IGNORE IT CHILD!" Grunted Strange, getting back to his cloven feet and willing his living cape to envelop his waist to cover himself and restore his dignity. "Hold your breath if you must. Pinch your nose to keep the smell out."

Breathing in and holding her breath, the woman watched as Thor stood back up straight and dialed at her phone. Making a face of confusion as he pressed buttons.

"Have you ever used that before?" Asked Strange, coming up to join the Thunder God as he tried to dial the phone.

"Jane has taught me from time to time, stupid... little... There!" Hearing the phone dial, Thor brought it to his ear. "We must warn the Avengers of this predicament, them and SHIELD. Ah, yes this is Thor, God of Thunder, I must... What? No I am not looking to order a pizza, I must... Jersey? No. I'm trying to get the Avengers mansion in... Yes I'm Thor, I just said I... Yes I'll hold." Bringing the phone to his shoulder to stay silent, Thor looked up to Strange who gave the Thunder God a dirty look. "The magic voice on the other side wishes for me to talk to his extended family to prove I am Thor."

"GIMME that!" Nickered Strange, swiping the phone from Thor's hands and hung up, redialing to get the proper number and bring the phone to his pointed ear. By now Becky was turning blue, wringing her hands at her sides still holding her breath.

*

Back at the Avengers mansion…

Loud thumping noises could be heard, with furniture rocking back and forth to some rhythmic **** so loud it was a miracle the phone could be heard over the ruckus at all when a blonde furred arm reached up from the floor and grabbed the phone. Bringing the receiver to his pointed ear, Steve Rogers winced as he tried to answer in his current state.

"H-Hello?"

"Good, I can still reach you, Captain Rogers this is Dr. Strange."

"Wh-h-hy do you sound different?"

"Never mind that, we are in deeper trouble than I gave ourselves credit. Wanda Maximov has summoned a satyr of all things into this world and has let him stay for FAR too long, She has become an avatar of chaos and hedonism, a creature of instant gratification with no end. With his prolonged presence in this world, all will fall into depraved madness and indulgence."

"You... You don't say?" He grunted, his horned head scrapping the wall behind him.

"How fair you and the others at the mansion?"

Pulling the phone away from his pointed ear, Steve winced and gasped while Jennifer Walters rode him rough and hard. The green furred satyress tossing her long wild green hair over her shoulders while her four watermelon sized breasts wobbled freely and enticingly. Behind her he could see Spider-Woman and Tigra making out while Captain Marvel crept up behind Jen and fondled her breasts from behind, kissing with the goat woman as she tried to squeeze Steve for all he had. All four looked swollen and round from taking turns with the man during their transformation.

"P-pretty bad."

"Listen to me VERY carefully Captain Rogers, the magic feeds off cravings and pleasure. The desire for instant gratification, the more you crave it, the worse our friends and the rest of the world will get if Wanda were to spread her madness any further. but the madness can be fought. Delayed gratification, accomplishments, things you worked hard to achieve, if you can have our friends focus on those long enough they might be able to..."

Reaching out and snatching the phone from Steve's ear, Jen swallowed the device and chewed it down, gulping it dry with a giggle and nicker before making out with Carol again. Clutching onto her thighs, Steve winced as he was close to his limit.

"O-okay... Delayed gratification... Things you accomplish... J-Jen?"

"Tee hee... What is it lover boy?" Jen tittered; her mind blank as she ground against him in between tongue dueling with Carol.

"Hmmph, after her its ME next Steve." husked Carol, licking up Jen's neck. “Ugh… This feels INCREDIBLE!”

"Ugh... Jen, I want you to tell me about criminal law..." He panted, hoping his plan would work. Seeing her raise an eyebrow to that, Steve shrugged. "Think of it as talking dirty to me."

"Ooooh, you DIRTY boy..." She purred, sitting up and still rocking back and forth, Jen started to list on her fingers, her eyes fluttering as she thought on the subject while still rocking her hips back into him. "The traditional approach to the… P-p-practice of criminal law h-h-as been to define a crime is an ah-ah-act and its severity. The purpose of criminal s-s-s-sanctions is to make the offender of said crimes gah-gah-give retribution for harm done and expiate his or her mu-mu-moral guilt..."

"And Carol... Hssss... Tell me about the basics on flying an airplane."

"Basics? Oh, you are a hot one." Carol declared with a sultry grin, sitting up and flipping her blonde hair back so she could focus on the subject. "First and foremost you have to check the controls and fuel system of your plane, then make sure the straps to your seat are in working order. THEN you have to inspect the throttle and ignition before starting the engine...."

"The current penal Code proposed by the American Law Institute in 1962 states that an objective of criminal law should be to give fair warning of the nature of the conduct declared to constitute an offense and to promote the correction and rehabilitation of offenders.” Stated Jen, her voice more clear, more alert as she checked off points with her fingers.

"Once the blocks keeping the wheels in their fixed state are removed, you can guide the plane onto the run way and alert the flight deck for departure. Then comes the tricky part of..."

"Misdemeanors are separate from felonies in the regard that reparation can be offered without jail time, while felonies under criminal law still may request reparations along with jail time to... To..." Clutching at her horned head and stopping her gyrations on top of Steve, Jennifer Walters looked around as if just suddenly waking up, sluggishly blinking her eyes, and looking to her left to find Carol explaining how to fly a plane... And finding Captain America balls deep inside her between her thighs.

"Steve?”

“H-hi Jen.”

“The hell are we doing?!"

*

"Captain Rogers? CAPTAIN ROGERS? He hung up." Shrugged Strange, bending down to offer the phone back to Becky, who by now looked purple, still holding her breath.

"Should she really be holding her breath for this long?"

"Hmm, I'm afraid there's not much I can do about that. The satyr corruption is so potent in me that she is liable to turn if she were to intake my scent."

"Are you sure?"

Pointing over to where Strange came hard earlier, the patch of dessert which became a grotto of grass and shrubs was now a small patch of forest. With two or three bushes growing as quickly as bamboo and flowering almost instantly when pointed out by the sorcerer supreme.

"By Odin's beard..."

"Indeed, we must make sure to contain this threat before it grows out of control."

"I concur." Spoke a deep but familiar voice, startling the two to find a dark furred satyr bull approach them. The thin scraps of vibranium fabric over his waist gave away his identity to the two men.

"King T’Challa, you are still yourself."

"For now at the very least. Thanks to my people's meditation techniques I am wholly myself in spirit, shame not that in body. One cannot say the same of our compatriots."

"We know... Wanda has claimed Wasp and Iron Man." Looking out onto the city behind them, Dr. Strange worried. "We must find a way to stop this."

"My mystics back in Wakanda could find a way to contain the magics, but I have no means of getting to them."

Thinking on the matter, Dr. Strange and Thor traded looks of worry. "I could send you to your kingdom, but if I do, we run the risk of all of Wakanda falling like Las Vegas is right now."

"Not if I seal myself away in the royal throne room, I can still command my royal mystics to find a way around the corruption, maybe even reverse it."

"Very well then." Raising his hands and forming a transportation circle to the throne room of Wakanda, Dr. Strange nodded farewell to the Black Panther as he stepped through, and the Sorcerer closed the portal behind him.

"We play a dangerous game sorcerer." Warned the Thunderer.

"That we do, but if we do nothing, the risk means nothing compared to the full scope of Wanda's madness swallowing the Earth."

".... You mean that figuratively, right?"

A deep exhale of breath alerted the two to Becky doubling over and breathing in deeply, no longer capable of holding her breath and taking in all of Strange's pheromones all at once. Immediately the young woman began to fan herself, feeling flushed and tugging at her top as it felt stifling.

"Damn... when did it get so HOT out here?" She wondered out loud, just as her chest grew three cup sizes larger instantly and her shirt became skin tight.

“Oh dear…”