Power Girl's house party at the Fortress of Solitude!

Meanwhile, in the artic…

Flying at the speed of a cannonball across the frozen seas, Power Girl headed north, heading towards the Fortress of Solitude; a place her cousin called home away from home. She, Zatanna and Circe wanted to show Buck they were worthy of the herd, and although she didn’t possess magic like they did, she DID have something that would give her an edge. Her Kryptonian heritage.

Barrelling through the front gate of the fortress of solitude, and knocking said doors off their hinges, Karen giggled to herself as she flew into the larger space of the fortress and wrung her hands together, her long horns scraping the ceiling. Landing on her hooves, the massive satyress smiled from ear to ear, her excitement rubbing off on her unborn brood kicking up a storm in her belly. Walking down the great hall she walked by some of her cousin’s trophies; the ship he arrived on Earth in, the city of Kandor in a jar, and the crystal repository of Krypton’s history. Walking up to the podium, she spotted the long crystals in its basin and plucked one from its holster. Admiring the shimmering item between her fingers, the satyress looked around and smirked. To her cousin, this was the last bastion of what Krypton was, but to her?... It was a gingerbread house.

Opening her mouth, she tossed the crystal between her teeth and chewed, crunching the data storage crystal like it was a potato chip before reaching for another. Stuffing her face with the crystals, she looked down to find she had eaten the last one, the whole of her people’s history erased in a bout of munchies. Shrugging her shoulders, Power Girl swallowed and ripped the basin off its podium, biting into it to continue her meal. Finishing her snack, Karen ventured deeper into the fortress, tearing off items from the walls while looking around. None of it was sacred to her anymore, why would it be? Her civilization was gone, she was no longer of Krypton, she was of Buck now! Knocking over the city of Kandor off its podium and ripping a wing off the baby sized spaceship to bite into, Karen waddled down the hall to the place she was REALLY after.

The Solar projector.

Entering the dome like room, Karen swallowed another bite of metal before tossing the scrap to the ground and making her way to the controls. From here, during emergencies, her cousin Superman would use this to recharge himself if he were ever to be drained or exhausted, the two of them having the ability to absorb solar energy, the source of their powers. Licking her lips, Karen fiddled with the controls, turning a knob, the light in the room turned orange, then red, the native sun of Krypton. When she did, the weight of her frame ad pregnancy finally hit her home, making her groan as the mass of her body made her feel sluggish. Admiring the heft of her mass now that she didn’t feel weightless, Karen turned the knob the other direction, turning it back to the colour of yellow and feeling her strength return. Not many knew this, but where yellow sunlight made her and her cousin powerful, BLUE sunlight was even better!

And turning the knob to the furthest it could go, the room filled with intense blue solar light, and she snapped the control dial off its panel. Bathed in blue light, Karen moaned as she soaked up the energies, raising her hands over her head to bask in it all as she felt more and more empowered by it. Ten times the solar energy she would ever absorb naturally from the sun filled her up to the brim, but also feeding her unborn. With a splash of fluid, Karen growled and brayed, lifted her tail over her massive ass cheeks as her contractions tore through her, her first born already crowning at her nethers. Instead of falling to her back to get comfortable, Karen grit her teeth and pushed while standing. She didn’t need to fall on her back to give birth like a human, she was a satyress, a kryptonian satyress, a BEAST! “Rrraaaaargh! Yes, YES! Hnnnnnaaaaaargh!” Crying out in pleasurable pain, Karen’s first slid out of her and tumbled to the ground, crying out and flailing as its sibling was quickly pushed out to join it on the ground, followed by another and another.

Grinding her hooves into the stone floor and gripping the controls, Karen brayed out while giving birth, the bundle of children growing between her outstretched feet before her bloated stomach finally shrunk back, leaving nothing but fat. Panting and laughing, she looked over her shoulder and smiled as her nine newborn children rapidly matured, over saturated with blue sunlight they were **** to grow years worth in seconds. In less then a minute, Power Girl found herself surrounded by a group of snorting, braying adult satyr bulls and heifers, looking around the space and sniffing the air. Smirking, Karen raised her tail and filled the room with her pheromones, letting the group know she was in heat. Laughing into a feral moan, Power Girl was immediately mounted by one of the bulls, eagerly coaxing him to plunge deep into her folds while the rest rutt and fucked in the room. “Yes! Again, AGAIN!” Closing her eyes ad crying out, she felt her son erupt inside of her, sparking another batch of kids to rapidly take root and gestate inside of her, her belly swelling larger and rounder as did her daughters. With another splash of fluids, she gave birth again. “More! MORE! MOAR!!!”

For almost half an hour this went on, with Power Girl grinding out one litter after another along with her daughters and recently matured granddaughters. The fortress quickly becoming crowded as her horde of children explored outside the room and chewed away at whatever they could grab. Dozens soon become hundreds, then thousands as the space slowly diminished. Laughing and moaning as her latest lover erupted into her nethers, Karen cooed as she felt a shoulder press up against her own, the rump of one of her daughters press against her hip while a couple mouths nipped at her spurting nipples, her milk production in overdrive thanks to her rapid-fire pregnancies fueled by the blue sunlight. The room became increasingly cramped, the fortress so crowded with Karen’s young that they practically crawled over each other for more room, yet still they ground and rutt against each other. Devouring every item, they could get their hands on to make more room. The trophy room was crowded up to the ceiling with satyrs, the alien zoo stripped bare and empty save the layers of orgies still raging. The floors oozed with cum, milk and juices.

In the solar room, Power Girl was manic with laughter, so overcrowded with her kin she was pressed against the wall with three cocks spearing into her from behind, she lost count of how many she bore but no longer cared as she felt and heard the walls groan and complain from the pressure of her spawn outgrowing what the structure could contain. “Yes, BURST this place open like a fucking piñata! More, MORE, MOAR! Mhhhmmph…” Her laughter died out when a cock was shoved down her throat, eagerly sucking the organ off while the sounds of crumbling stone filled her pointed ears.

*

The fortress of solitude groaned, fractures forming on its crystalline structure, until like a glass sculpture left in the freezing cold, the massive structure cracked and burst apart, collapsing as it could no longer contain the many thousands of satyrs that now over flowed from the ruined hill like the lava of a volcano. Laying on top of her herd of children, Karen smiled and looked around her handywork. The blue sunlight generator was destroyed in the geometric orgy, but that didn’t matter to her, she had achieved what she sought. Flying up in the air and looking down at the tens of thousands of Kryptonian satyrs, Power Girl purred in motherly pride, stretching her arms out and braying out into the cold air for all to hear.

“GO MY CHILDREN! SPREAD ACROSS THIS WORLD, NOURISH YOURSELF ON THE LANDS AND BREED! BREED!!!”

Hearing a chorus of brays and bleets from the thousands of satryrs pulling themselves free of the rubble and themselves. Thousands of satyrs flew off in every direction, going across the globe by her command. With her hands at her fat hips, the massive bloated satyress smiled proudly, her long fluffy tail waging behind her while a steady stream of mother’s milk dripped from her four swollen tits.

“Heh, lets see those two top this!”