The final confrontation. The last kegger.

Stepping out of the front doors of the Halls of Justice to meet the million strong horde of satyrs surrounding the building, the moment they stepped outside, they were hit with a wall of pheromones so potent it almost made Batman’s eyes water. And he wasn’t the only one. Each and every one of the Justice League’s satyrs, harpies and capricorns blinked and shook their horned heads as they made their way outside into the open air. The scents, the arousal was palpable, like running into a solid brick wall the moment they got out into the open. Vixen ruffled her new wings when she took a deep breath and regretted it. Mera shivered, her flipper of a tail snapping behind her as she pressed up against Arthur to keep from falling to her knees. Her top was tented stiff by her four nipples, and by the look of her husband’s clothes, he was pitching a lighthouse behind his loincloth.

“Ugh… Smells like a sweatshop and a carnival out here.” Coughed Hawkgirl, pinching her nose to stifle the scent in the air, but the effects were already making her hot and bothered.

“Wherever HERE is…” Lois commented, clutching onto her own husband’s arm for dear life lest she wandered off to the siren call of the herd around her. Looking out to the city, she pointed out to a massive tree that stood almost as tall as the former Daily Planet. “I don’t remember THAT being there…”

The city was in a word; gone. There were no more skyscrapers, no buildings, no roads, or anything else man-made left standing to show that a thriving metropolis was there. All of it had been eaten down to its foundation and in its wake was a massive forest, with trees over one hundred feet in height and blotting out the sun with their canopy like the skyscrapers that stood before them. Looking up, the former reporter could see hundreds of blonde furred satyrs flying around the branches overhead with green and fiery furred satyrs like they were birds or bees. Clearly the progeny of Power Girl, Starfire, and Beast Boy and who knows who else making up this perverse ecosystem.

“Oh jeez… THIS is bad.” Squirmed the Flash, looking around to find they were all surrounded, and not just on the ground. There were thousands of flying satyrs overhead staring back at them, many of them cheering and hooting as if they were all at a rave. Others sat from the tree branches and trunks and cheered out from their perches like the audience at a concert. And they were all gigantic.

“Please tell me those aren’t Power Girl’s kids… How did she have so many?” Winced Superman, giving the Flash a nod in the hopes he might have answers. What he got was the Flash making a gesture with his arms like he was playing the banjo and humming the song from the movie Deliverance. Quickly putting two and two together, Clark covered his mouth, suddenly feeling sick.

“J’onn, are any of our friends in there?” Diana asked, pointing out to the crowd of millions surrounding them as the horde moved in on the Halls of Justice the moment the Martian stepped out of the building. To everyone’s surprise the Halls fell like a gingerbread house to their hunger, erasing the last shred of civility the city once had.

“If they are, then their minds are so far gone they might as well not be.” The Manhunter answered cryptically. “Be careful, we are on our own now

Up ahead, the lot of them could see the direct cause of all this madness sitting on a boulder surrounded by his gaggle of goat groupies fawning over him. They were titanic in their size, standing over a meter taller than even the Flash, their former herd member. Each of them was bigger in mass than an elephant, maybe even a whale as they took up as much space as a small house. But the more disturbing part was whatever humanity they once had was long gone. Their faces, their entire bodies were now covered in fur, but when Diana squinted her eyes, and felt in her heart, who she spotted sitting with the big, dumb party animal, her eyes went wide with a gasp.

“By Hera…”

The black furred satyress hanging off of Buck’s left shoulder was her own mother! And the one to his right was her aunt! So far gone that their faces were more animal than woman, smiling back at the amazon princess like a pair of drunken bimbos at a dance club. Sitting at either side of his lap were Zatanna… And Circe. Her purple hair making up her fur colour, smiling haughtily back at Wonder Woman as she gave Buck’s girth a stroke. Power Girl, Black Canary, all her friends and loved ones turned into massive, bloated, hulking animal people with horns. Worst still, the one sitting in front of them waving back at the warrior princess was her own daughter.

“HECATE!”

‘HI MOM!’ Chirped the massively bloated satyress telepathically back at her mother, the means of communication disturbing to Diana as she felt the wave of hunger still coming off the swollen goat woman. ‘I found some friends’

‘Oh yeah! We’re all friends here!’ Chuckled Buck. ‘Friends with benefits.’

‘Buckypoo, tell her about the offer!’ pouted Zee, gently shoving at Buck’s leg to get his attention with her hands.

“Oh, right, right.’ Nodding furiously, Buck got to his cloven feet and spread his arms out to the League before him. ‘So, I’ve been chatting with some of the big wigs who end up joining my cross-country jamboree and they’ve been telling me there’s other worlds besides this one! If you join in now, we can bring this party out to the STARS baby!’

The millions of satyrs surrounding the league cheered, hollered, and nickered at that bit of news, making the heroes wince at the prospect of this madness spreading across the universe.

‘So, whatcha say? We got plenty to eat, lots to drink, dancing a plenty and you get to have free rides on Buck’s rodeo bull.’ The massive goat god winked back at Diana, pointing suggestively to his crotch for the last point.

Inhaling sharply and getting a hot blush over her cheeks, Wonder Woman pointed an accusing finger at the satyr.

“BUCK! SHAME OF DEMETER! I DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA DEMAND FOR YOUR IMMEDIATE SURRENDER! END THIS MADNESS! OR I WILL BE **** TO END IT FOR YOU!”

Dropping his arms to his side, Buck gave the amazon princess a dirty look, scrunching his face into a frown. Bringing his hands up to wiggle his fingers in a circle and responding back in a sing-song voice.

‘Everyone loves a party, that’s why they invited YOU. Party POOPER! Party POOPER…’

The entire communion of satyrs surrounding the league repeated the song over and over again, laughing and booing at the Justice League as J’onn levitated high enough to see her face to face and leaned in, to whisper into Diana’s pointed ear.

“I don’t think they’re in the right mind to listen Diana.”

“Yes, I caught that J’onn. Thank you for the input.” Frowned Diana, narrowing her eyes to the sounds of millions of fat goat people jeering back at her. “What have YOU to retort with?”

Shrugging. The Martian Manhunter brought his hands together to crack his knuckles and brought his fingers to his temples. “Ladies and gentlemen, I suggest you steel yourselves for what I’m about to do.”

“What are you planning to do J’onn?” Asked Vixen, fanning herself as the scents all around her were causing an effect on her.

“Ever heard of a prairie oyster?” Was the only warning the green skinned Martian man gave before he let loose a powerful psychic blast that reverberated across the remains of the city, blowing over the million-man herd all around them. His psychic attack was so powerful it knocked the Martian out, leaving it to Clark to catch his friend in his arms to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. Giving the Martian a gentle pat on the side of his head to check if he were still conscious, the frail green alien slowly opened his red eyes and looked around.

“What did you do?” Asked Superman, the rest of the League checking on their prone friend as he was propped up over Superman’s hulking shoulder.

“I pretty much pulled the same stunt that restored your minds to everyone out there for a 5-mile radius… I need some Oreo cookies after this, my head is killing me!”

“How will we know if it worked?” Asked Shay’era, watching the wake of Manhunter’s psychic might blast over the horned crowds of people like a gust of air, the moment it did the laughter died out instantly, leaving the heroes in a disturbing silence before a single voice called out amongst the million strong herd.

“Heyo… What the fuck?!”

Immediately the entire population had been sobered from their inebriation caused by Buck’s corruption. Thousands upon thousands of people turned satyr looked down at their transformed bodies in stunned confusion. Many of them panicking, others simply took the change with a stark sense of realisation. Such as the blonde satyress looking down at her four wheelbarrow sized breasts and raised her horned brow in serendipity.

“I remember now! I wanted to be an orthodontist!”

All around them, the League could see Buck’s hold on his herd weaken. The euphoria and base desires being replaced with cold reality like a splash of ice water to the face. For those around Buck… That sobriety hit like a slap in the face! Specifically, Buck’s face.

‘Ow!’

“Why you contemptuous, parasitic, vice riddled pile of filth!” Yelled Hippolyta, using her real voice instead of her empathic link to the herd to chew the satyr god out. Slapping him so hard across the face, Buck thought he saw three of her yelling at him. “It’s not enough you turned me and my sisters into fattened broodmares for your cornucopia of carnality, you drive me against my own daughter?!”

“What did you say with your false promises? An eternity of pleasures unbound across the stars?” Antiope asked, her eyes a pair of smoldering coals of repressed rage as she and Hippolyta cornered the satyr responsible for their current state.

“Aww…” Buck winced nervously, looking around to find everyone else snapping out of his influence. “That was just… Pillow talk, you know?”

Crossing her arms between her four tits, Antiope glared back at him. “Pillow Talk… Interesting choice of words since I feel like beating the stuffing out of you until you BECOME a pillow for my sleeping quarters… And make that pair of horns on your head a sword rack for my hearth!”

Grimacing with his hands up defensively, Buck looked to his other ladies who were also recoiling from the stark reality of the situation. Black Canary and Green Lantern clutched at each other like they had gotten off the worst roller coaster of their lives, and Power girl staggered about, clutching at her stomach with one hand and her horned head with the other.

“Oh Rao… Please tell me I didn’t bang my own kids.” Power Girl lamented, the severity of her actions finally coming back to her like a nasty hangover. When the memories grew clearer, her cheeks puffed as she tried to hold back throwing up. And failed miserably when she turned around and wretched.

“No! No! No! NO! No! No!” Screamed Zatanna, clutching at her horned head and stamping her cloven foot in a panicked protest. She could already feel her old self rebuild in her mind thanks to the Martian Manhunter’s powers, her reconstituted memories and identity complaining with the fat farm animal side she had created in her psyche, trying to push it out. In a bout of fear, Zee raised her fists in the air and bleated out for the world to hear. “We are the HERD! I will not go back to being that puny human waif pulling rabbits out of my hat ever again!”

“Here, here!” Nickered Circe, taking Zee’s hands and muttering an incantation, one repeated by the dark furred satyress as they combined their magics together. “This is the closest I have ever been to defeating Diana; I will not accept half measures! They want to fight fire with fire. Well let’s see them fight fire with a blowtorch!”

In a **** act of sunk cost fallacy, the raw magics the two conjured up finally released and spread out across the city and beyond. The moment it did, the effect Buck’s magics had on the millions exposed to him returned… And cranked up. Zee and Circe fluttered their eyes as they felt their figures swell, their horns growing longer. Dinah and Olliver were holding each other for emotional support seconds ago, now they had tumbled to the ground trying to find the best position to grind against each other, with Karen itching to join them. Whatever fury had overtaken the amazon queen and her consort evaporated when the pair tittered and giggled and fell to their knees to grapple with his cock, making Buck chuckle as he grew larger and bulkier.

“AAAAAAAH!” Screamed the Martian Manhunter, clutching at his narrow skull. “It feels like there’s a frat party in my skull and everybody’s cumming!!!”

Clutching at his head and screaming, J’onn Jonzz as he fell off Superman’s shoulder and landed on the ground. His appearance shifting and blurry as he sprouted a trio of horns from his head… And three erections between his legs. His feet turning into hooves as green fur spread across his body. Batman was no better as he fell to one knee and clutched at his cowl, his body looking like it was swelling up like a balloon as his arms and legs grew larger, stronger, and bulkier. Cloven hooves split his boots open, and his cowl could no longer fit as a pair of horns poked out where the ears were.

Diana gasped and clutched at her own horned head as her mind was bombarded with the gestalt, salacious will of the herd crashing against her will. All the while her figure exploded. Her skirt slipping off her hips as they grew wider and meatier. Her top splitting apart as her four breasts grew fuller and heavier, her horns growing longer and curving around her ears.

Delirious with arousal and looking back at Buck through lust fogged eyes, the cause of all this madness was bigger than ever. With her mother and aunt and even her own daughter fawning over him like groupies at a concert, their anger evaporating after the overflow of raw magic crashed through the city. Dizzy, hunger, and feeling a fire bloom in her naval that only grew hotter by the second, Diana only had the willpower to say just one thing…