The Jackalopes

Appearing in a grotto at the far edge of the island, Ororo coughed and wheezed, waving her hand over her face to waft the dark purple mist out of her eyes and nose. The STINK of it was unbearable, with her new body it came with enhanced senses, and they were all telling her she needed to get to an eye wash station, stomach pump and tetanus shot all at once.

Ugh… cough, cough… What in the world is that…” Wiping her nose and blinking her tear-streaked eyes, the red glow that had possessed them flickered and cleared, leaving her crystal blue eyes now blinking free of Wanda’s influence as the white furred satyress sat up and looked around to get her bearings. “Wait… What was I…?”

For a brief moment the fog that had been clouding her mind had begun to clear, allowing her to remember everything. Every sordid detail of her debauchery came crashing back to her like a freight train slamming into a brick wall. How after her coffee with the girls, she wandered off and began to eat with wild abandon, flirt and even seduce every man and woman who caught her eye, and how she…

“I think I’m going to be sick!”

“Yeah… Preaching to the choir Ororo. Welcome to our little hiding hole.” Greeted Jubilee, the plump and matronly looking satyress sat cradling four newborns in her arms suckling from her occupied tits as she perched on a rock. “Give it a few seconds, your head will clear up soon.”

“Indeed. I believe it has to do with the fumes of Kurt’s teleportation between realms. With our enhanced senses, the noxious elements from the reality he travels through are a shock to the system. Sobering us from Miss Maximov’s influences.” Declared Dr. McCoy, repositioning his glasses over his nose and scratching at the massive, gnarled horns curled back over his head.

“English please?” Illyana asked with a raised hand. Sitting next to Jubilee and trying to cover her expanded curves with her hands.

“He said it stinks so bad it kills the mood.” Scoffed Rogue, pinching her nose with one hand and rubbing circles over her swollen middle with the other. “Stinks so bad, makes a polecat appreciate his own potpourri.”

“WAIT! I remember now!” Storm staggered to her cloven feet, just realising her current state and form she had taken, it was all rushing back to her like a bad dream. “Dazzler… She… and I… WANDA!”

Another burst of black, purple smoke announced the return of Nightcrawler from another trip, causing everyone to complain and cough.

“Ja Frauline. Wanda has overtaken Krakoa. We’re all who’s left.” Outstretching his arms to the friends he managed to free so far, Nightcrawler shrugged with a smirk despite his changed appearance to an impish looking blue satyr with huge horns. “Welcome Storm, to the Jackalopes!”

*

Staring at the portal to Krakoa, Thor Odinson and Stephen Strange stood anxiously, even Becky paused in her salacious attentions towards the Thunder God to stare into the whirling portal like she was mesmerised.

“Ooh… Pretty.”

“Indeed, maiden Becky.” Thor nodded without turning to face the fledgling satyress. “Though I fear what is transpiring on the other side.”

“If Krakoa has been overtaken, then Wanda has access to the entire globe, there’d be no telling how far she’s spread her…”

“STEPHEN STRANGE!” Called out a woman’s voice, one with a peculiar echo to it as a flash of light distracted the trio to the appearance of a ghostly woman wearing robes adorned with striking patterns. An astral projection of Clea Strange floated before them all. Her hair was stark white and her skin pale. But what got everyone’s attention was the steely gaze she bore into the massive goat man standing up sheepishly. “YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAING TO DO!”

“Clea! I was not expecting you to…”

“Expecting me to WHAT Stephen!” The sorceress accused with a venomous tone, crossing her arms as she did so. “To not realise you were involved with a cataclysm of chaos magics erupting here in Las Veg…”

Registering the appearance of her husband, Clea looked him over to find the massive overweight satyr stood almost as tall as an elephant on his hind legs. His head adorned with a rack of horns that would have made a moose jealous, and the only scrap of clothing he wore was the cape that did poorly to cover his back as a scarf… Then she lowered her gaze to the blonde satyress looking up at her.

“Who is this?”

“I’ve been turned into a satyr lord, and your first question is who I’m with?”

“Previous Sorcerer Supremes had their fetishes Steven, but I didn’t think you’d stoop so low as to turn yourself into a goat to cheat on me with some barnyard bimbo!”

Looking down at the girl who waved back at the astral projection of his wife, Dr. Strange waved his hands defensively. “Now wait just a minute Clea. There is no way in high heaven or low hell I would cheat on you with some other woman. I mean look at her.”

Turning her icy cold stare from her transformed husband to the satyress who stood nearby, she watched as the blonde waved back with a wink.

“HI girlfriend! I’m Beckeeeeeeeeeh.” She drawled with a valley girl twang to her voice.

For a few seconds Dr. Strange and Thor were left waiting on the unreadable woman to answer, before she finally turned her attention back to her husband and made a face. “You’re right, she’s horrible.”

“You said that the chaos has erupted here madam sorceress.”

“Oh yes, greetings Thor, Sif and I chat extensively… Yes. Something horrifyingly wrong has happened here. Chaos magic is usually unpredictable by nature, but it runs in currents like a stream. At worst the measure of ‘luck ebbs and flows in this area like rough waters. Then something came and dropped a cherry bomb into the proverbial toilet and caused it to rain magic shit everywhere!!!”

“It is Wanda Maximov, the Scarlet Witch. She had summoned a satyr from the Darkholde and his prolonged existence in this reality is spreading a madness of the mind and flesh. She has become a conduit to this madness.”

“And where is she now?”

In unison, the trio pointed towards the portal to Krakoa. Leaving Clea’s eye to twitch.

“Oh perfect. Why the hell did we leave her that damned book?!”

*

“So…” Ororo lingered on her question as she sat next to Jubilee and Illyana, giving up on covering herself up as she and the others were far too big and robust to ever try to cover themselves. “When Dazzler’s ploy spread to the island, you went into hiding?”

Unlike many of the turned mutants he had harboured away from Wanda’s influence, the incredible Nightcrawler was still lean in physique… But that was the only thing he had retained after his transformation, save for his blue fur and yellow eyes. The 9 foot tall creature was a perverse shadow of his former self. His feet were now cloven, and he sported two pairs of long uneven horns that would have been mistaken for antlers with how they arched and curved. He looked like some jolly looking Krampus creature, right down to the plume of blue fur at the end of his prehensile tail. But what garnered Ororo’s attention the most while he explained himself was his erogenous area, where she found herself staring at a pair of grapefruits and a cock the size of a human forearm!

“Ja, took Miss Jubilee with me when I did.” Kurt explained sheepishly, gesturing to the curvaceous satyr woman who screwed her face in what looked like embarrassment and bliss as she fed her quadruplets in her arms. “When we teleported away, she regained her mind. And inspired, I tried to bring my friends back here to safety.”

“That girl gone wilder than a swamp possum, no?” Winced Remy, pulling the rubenesque Rogue close in an embrace. Rogue reciprocated, pulling in close to trap his arm in her four breasts, nuzzling the man’s nose into a kiss while pulling one of his hands to her swollen middle. “Kurt found us after he saved petite.”

“Then he found me.” McCoy raised his hand.

“And me.” Illyana huffed, cradling her own pregnant belly. “Damn what a shit-show! I did not expect to be a teen mom so quickly. I thought I’d burn through my teenaged years flirting with football jocks than settle down in my late twenties after getting run over by a train by chip n dales at a frat party, then just count the years pass by as this tight peach of mine turns into a dump truck” She sighed, giving her voluptuous rear a playful slap.

“That’s… Oddly specific Magyk.”

“So far I have found you six and brought you here.” Kurt gestured to the others around him. “It’s slow going but maybe we can get enough away from Wanda’s influence to fight back.”

Hearing a guttural bray in the distance, the group looked over to the heart of the island where it echoed out into a chorus of animal noises.

“Hold that thought.” With a flash of light and an airburst of dark purple smoke that wafted through the sanctuary, the satyrs coughed and wheezed, either pinching at their sensitive noses or brushing the mist out of their faces.

"Ugh... Smells like a chili cookoff that went bad." Jubilee held her breath, clutching her children close as they began to cry from the smell.

"Smells like Mr. Magoo's bake sale after he mistook shit for brown sugar."

"Smells like the dumpster behind the butcher shop after a mustard festival." Coughed Illyana, bringing a hand to her mouth to keep from gagging.

"Smells like overtime work at the cemetery after a hot summer day..."

A few seconds later, Nightcrawler returned with a new arrival in his arms. Letting the satyress get to her feet, she stumbled coughing with her eyes bulging while Kurt took a step back to give her room. Easily 10 feet tall and covered in fiery red hair, the satyr woman stood to her full height and gave herself a look over in shock as if she didn’t recognise her own body. Meaty thighs and ass, flaring wide hips, softened middle and four melon sized breasts. Her overgrown mop of hair almost made her look like an anthropomorphised highland cow, horns and all… Until she flipped her hair out of her face and looked around with her bright green eyes, instantly recognising her friends despite their altered appearance.

“Rogue? Storm? Beast?”

“JEAN!” Standing to her cloven feet and awkwardly waddling her way over to embrace her sister, Storm and Marvel Girl sighed pulling away, helping the telepathic woman down to sit next to her. “How are you, my sister?”

Clutching at her horned head, Jean tried to remember the last few hours, her face looking ill as she recalled her distorted memories.

“I…. I was tending to the gardens when I heard that Dazzler was back early from her concert in Vegas. I went to see it and… Everyone’s minds were so… So hungry! So carnal! It was so much I got swept up in the show and then… Oh my goodness, WANDA!” Getting up to her feet, Storm guided her back down to sit and regain her composure. Calming the telepath as her green eyes fluttered. “It’s like a disease Ororo, a psychic… MADNESS, warping minds and flesh alike as it passes from one person to the next. A cascading wave of gluttony, lust, excess and debauchery.”

“Yeah…” Illyana shrugged, giving her pregnant middle a gentle caress. “Been THERE.”

“There was so much I feared I’d drown in it all, I almost relished it, WANTED it…” Jean looked almost serine in that admission, hugging herself tightly before sitting up sharply and eyeing nightcrawler like he had offended her. “Then you showed up like a stink bomb out of nowhere and pulled me here.”

Shrugging defensively with his arms up and grinning impishly, Nightcrawler was almost at a loss for words. “Sorry Jean, I can’t really help with the smell.”

"Well next time wear an air freshener around your neck when you pop up to the party smelling like Manhattan sewer water after a football half-time show!"

“YES!!!” Applauded Magyk, pointing back at the red furred satyress. “THAT’s the stink. Right to a tee!”

*

Making her way down the halls of the Avengers mansion, Carol smiled as she passed by some of the children, now fully grown and taking up space in the rooms around her. Jessica’s children had created a cobweb of a jungle gym in her room. The moment they developed spinnerets, the five multi-armed spider-satyrs were sleeping in hammocks made from their own webbing. Nearby, Greer’s kids were chasing a ball around like a pack of horned tigers. HER kids on the other hand were in the gymnasium working out.

Ever since Steve told them all to find something constructive to do to take their minds off hunger and sex, their kids had taken to that with enthusiasm. Her and Jen’s kids were lean and muscular from tightening their belts. So were Greer and Jessica’s sons and daughters. It’d make the former pilot and army brat proud… If it weren’t for how damned horny she was.

It was the reason she was making her way down the hall to Steven’s room. He promised her a fun time if she managed to behave after coffee and settling the kids. And she had waited long enough.

“I hope you’ve practiced holding your breath Stevie… Because Carol’s got some deep diving training for her little…”

“HNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAARGH!”

“… soldier?” Quickening her pace, she stormed her way into Captain America’s room and gasped at the sight.

There taking up the middle of the room and clutching at her belly with four hands was Janet, now a hulking satyress in the throes of labor while her friends surrounded her.

“Almost there Jan, you have four so far.” Soothed Greer, wiping the insect themed woman’s brow as she pushed again

“You’re doing so well, just keep pushing, you can do this.” Steve gave encouragement as Janet grit her teeth, her diaphanous wings buzzing behind her as another push led to a bout of crying as a fifth newborn was picked up.

Carol could only stand there stunned watching as it all played out. Not even registering when it was all over to find Wasp panting and squirming in pleasure as Jessica announced she had given birth to septuplets.

“Hmm… only seven?” Slurred Janet, her eyes drowsy as she held four of her newborns in her arms, while her friends carried her other three. “Could have aimed for more…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

Looking to the source of the angry voice, the Avengers found Carol standing there at the threshold of the door, the door frame broken by her three horns after she barged in.

“Carol! Janet’s here, I think Dr. Strange found her and…”

“Never mind THAT!” Snorted Captain Marvel, stamping her cloven foot and causing her breasts to wobble dangerously in her top. ”Why the hell does it smell like sex in here? And…”

Eyeing her friends as they got to their feet, they all sported prominently rounded bellies, bellies they didn’t have the last time she saw them. Narrowing her eyes, they glowed menacingly as Carol darted her jealous gaze at Steve.

“You…

“Now Carol, we can explain.” Jen raised her hands up defensively.

“Explain WHAT? That you all went behind my back and had a ride on Steve’s rollercoaster of love WITHOUT ME?!” Glaring down at Wasp as she listened in, Carol pointed down at her friend. “Even her?”

“Well to be honest, I was pregnant BEFORE I jumped Steve’s bones.”

“Not helping Jan…”

Breathing hard and looking hurt, Carol swiftly turned around and stormed out of the room, her long heavy tail breaking the door frame further and smashing the door off its hinges. Left awkwardly in silence in Steve’s bedroom, everyone was silent save for Jan who cooed at her children and looked around, still unsure what had happened.

“So…” Janet spoke up, trying to break the tension. “Carol got blue fur. Who saw that coming?”

*

Teleporting around the island of Krakoa and making sure he wasn’t seen or heard, Nightcrawler looked on at what was happening to his people’s nation. There was nothing left. Everything his friends and people built were all but erased, all devoured like a great big gingerbread village. In the distance he could hear the near deafening chorus of braying and nickering and music being played as the rest of mutant kind and the population of Las Vegas mingled. And something caught his eye that made him almost bite his fingers.

“Oh, this can’t be good…”

At the heart of the island he found Wanda… Or it looked like Wanda. She and several others had grown ENORMOUS! Looking more loke some kind of demonic dragon monsters than fat goat people. Rearing up her horned head, Wanda roared with outstretched wings. When she did, he found that the throngs of goat people’s eyes glowed a fiery red and were flooding out of Krakoa through the portals that led to other parts of the world. New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, every major city they had part of their network was being invaded by the now red-eyed creatures, eager to spread the merriment across the globe and with them, destruction.

“Dazzler all over again…Hmm?”

Seeing a group of satyrs chase a woman in the underbrush below, Kurt squinted and gasped when he spotted Kitty Pryde running for her life to avoid the bulls chasing after her. And then he noticed she tripped over an overgrown root.

“Do not worry friend Kitty, I will save you.” Scurrying down the tree and leaping from one tree branch to the next with grace despite his changes, Nightcrawler landed behind the woman and lifted her into his arms.

“KURT?!” The brunette gasped, the lone human surrounded by hulking, overweight goat men was an oddity on the island, but a welcome one to the blue-skinned mutant.

“Do not worry mien frauline, I can get us out of here.”

“Over there!” Kitty pointed towards a cave. “We’ll be safe there.”

Spotting the cave, Nightcrawler hoisted the small woman into his arms and leapt towards the trees once again. Moving too fast for the satyrs to catch up as he made his way to the hiding space and put his friend down to her feet, keeping an eye on the satyrs as they gave up their chase and moved on. When the pair seemed safe, Kurt crouched to look Kitty in the eye.

“You are safe now… How did you avoid Dazzler’s song?”

“She didn’t!” Called out a woman’s voice deeper in the cave. “I saw to that.”

Getting up to his cloven feet, Kitty scurried behind him and clutched at his arm.

“Who is there?”

Stepping out of the darkness, Kurt was met with a tall and obese satyress, one with curly brown fur twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she stepped forward, her wide hips swaying with each exaggerated step, her four heavy breasts wobbling uncontrollably after she came to a sudden stop.

“Well, well son… Good to see you… So to speak.” The blind fortune teller Destiny purred with a flare of her nostrils. Even with her pale white eyes, there was a red flicker there that unnerved Kurt.

“MOTHER?!” Feeling the hand gripping his grow tighter, Kurt looked behind him to find Kitty had practically exploded in growth, turning a deep shade of blue with a mop of red hair and swooping horns as the bloated satyress pulled Kurt close and licked up his neck to his ear.

“Mmm… Our HERO.”

Finding himself cornered, Nightcrawler was stunned beyond belief to find both his mothers as satyrs, having tricked him into falling into their trap.

“We were hoping for a bunch of bulls to knock us up.” Pouted Mystique as she reached down to grab at Kurt’s erection. “But YOU will do JUST fine…”

*

“HNNNNNNNNGH!” Arching her back and wincing her eyes shut, Illyana clutched at the tensed flesh of her belly, her legs spread as she pushed again while the others around her gave the blonde words of encouragement. “HUUUUURRRRR… AAAAAARGH!”

“You’re doing great Sug… “

“Almost there Magyk.” Dr. McCoy spoke softly, gripping the satyress’s hand while keeping an eye on her progress. “Just one more…”

“I WANT MORE THAN JUST ONE MORE!” Howled the Rasputin woman, shuddering in orgasm as she pushed again and collapsed in a panting heap, her chest heaving for each breath of air. Illyana was seeing stars, so overloaded with pleasure she almost didn’t register there was a fourth mewling voice crying out from between her splayed out thighs.

Gathering the newborns up, Jean passed the stubby horned enfant to Illyana’s arms, the woman immediately pulling her children to her breasts almost instinctively. Quadruplets: three boys and a girl squirmed and mewled as they drank from their mother, who gave a look of pure post-orgasmic bliss as she sat up and leaned against a rock. Her half-lidded eyes giving her the appearance that she was ****.

She was not the only one basking in motherhood. Since Nightcrawler had been away, Storm had sired her own litter; quintuplets, followed by Rogue bearing quadruplets of her own and Jean cradling triplets in her arms. Rogue had pulled Gambit in for an enthusiastic kiss while she sat and nursed, her goat tail swishing happily behind her. Ororo sat hip to hip with Jean, her eyes closed and her horned head lolling back and forth as if caught in the melody of a pleasant song. That song being the ‘snik, snik, snik’ of her children suckling from her four breasts.

‘It’s so… Pleasurable, isn’t it?’

Opening her one eye, Storm turned her gaze to Marvel Girl who gave her a heavy-lidded look of her own, biting her lower lip as she fed her triplets and Storm’s fifth born daughter. She was speaking to the weather goddess telepathically so as to have a private conversation.

‘Yes… I never felt so vibrant, so free, so…’

‘Animalistic?’

‘So ALIVE!’ Storm held back a nicker as static electricity coursed down her back. ‘Before I was a weather goddess attuned to the elements, but like this? I’ve never felt more in tune with nature itself.’

Outstretched a hand to her side, Storm allowed a drizzle of rain to escape her palm and trickle over the rocky ground at her cloven feet. Almost instantly moss and plant life bloomed where it pooled. Making the satyress smile.

‘Everything I touch, everywhere I go, I spread life.’ Closing her eyes again, Ororo sighed in contentment. ‘I… I feel so complete! I never want to go back.’

‘I know the feeling sister.’ Jean sighed as she felt her children bite at her stiff nipples. ‘I can sense the minds of everyone around me, there’s so much delight, so much serenity. There’s no hatred or anger, only the joys of life… And hunger!’

‘That hunger is because of Wanda. She has given us all a gift! As we are… We could give so much. Turn deserts into forests, end wars, end hunger, and spread life. SO much life! To give and give and GIVE!’

Her breath hitching in her throat, Ororo turned to give Jean a serious stare. ‘But Wanda, she has perverted that gift. She does not want to give. She wants to TAKE!’

‘She’s become a black hole!’ Jean’s gaze was equally stern. ‘She has consumed everything she’s touched in her path to self gratification. Her mind warped by that… Creature she has with her, fueling her madness and making us all a part of it.’

“She must be stopped sister.” Ororo finally spoke up with her own voice. “If we do not act, Krakoa will lose its identity, our people will be reduced to farm animals…”

“And her madness will spread across the globe until there is nothing but satyrs and chaos.”

A plume of purple smoke announced the return of Kurt, causing everyone to cough and wheeze from the stink of it. Hating the smell but also relieved that it granted them the same clarity as a cold shower. Hoping to see their friend return with another friend to their cause, the group gasped when they found Kurt stagger forward and collapse to the ground.

“KURT!”

Immediately getting to their feet, Jean used her telekinesis to levitate their collective number of children in mental cradles to be set aside to give them all a chance to look over their injured friend. There, on the ground, Kurt looked bruised, and drained. Like he had walked alone in a wasteland all day and left weakened and frail.

“Holy crap, what happened to you?” Jubilee worried, sitting on her knees and resting Kurt’s horned head in her lap.

“Boy looks like a squeezed out orange rind.” Rogue drawled, worried for her adopted brother. “What happened?”

“I… I tried to find another to pry from Wanda’s grasp… Someone who could help us… I… I thought it was friend, Kitty…”

“What happened?”

“Did you find her?”

“It… It was Mystique!”

Great Scott!” Gasped Beast, repositioning his glasses over his nose. “What did she do to you good man?”

Slumping down **** in Jubilee’s lap, Nightcrawler was limp and motionless.

“He dead?” Asked Gambit, indeed the question was worrisome but valid, until they all heard Kurt snoring.

Pouting her lip, Jean stood to her feet and looked to Gambit and Beast, their children still hovering soundly asleep after being fed. “You two see if you can get some fresh water and blankets for the kids, we’ll tend to Kurt until he wakes up.”

“You heard her you pair of hound-dogs! Go get some blankets!” Drawled Rogue, the southern belle’s ears were tilted back as she pointed out from their sanctuary and went back to tending to Kurt.

Scratching their heads, the two shrugged and headed out to find out what they could find.

*

Slowly stirring awake and feeling a gentle hand stroke at his brow, Kurt opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by the women he had pulled free from Wanda looking down at him with eager anticipation.

“Hnnngh… What a terrible nightmare, ja?” Slurred Nightcrawler, trying to sit up but lost the energy to do so. A gentle hand pressing him back down to rest, along with several others that soothed his sore muscles. “Both my mothers tried to make me a father…”

“You POOR thing!” Hummed Illyana, gently holding his hand in hers.

“I read your mind, you poor thing, I can’t believe Mystique would DO that.”

“Oh, I can!” Frowned Rogue, holding her step brother’s other hand. “That big blue harlot ruined mah wedding with Remy by posing as me before the matrimony!”

Feeling fingers comb through her hair and horns, Kurt turned his gaze to Storm who looked down at him with a motherly gaze. “You look so frail, are you hungry?”

Opening his mouth to answer the cryptic question, Kurt’s eyes bugged wide open when the white furred satyress lifted one of her ample breasts in her hand and shoved it into his mouth. Immediately his mouth was flooded with mother’s milk, and it **** him to swallow just so he could breathe.

“Mmm… That’s right Kurt, drink as much as you want.” Husked Ororo, feeding him to restore his strength. “My milk will always be yours.”

Immediately the five women could see a change in Kurt’s physique as his body healed, regaining some vigor as his bruised skin became a healthier shade of blue. Pulling away, Kurt panted before Jean shoved her own tit into his mouth, feeding him more.

“You freed me from Wanda’s madness Kurt, we NEED you.” Thrusting her chest out, it pleased her when Kurt reached out to grasp at her thigh. It pleased her to see her milk strengthen him further. She wanted to heal him, body and mind.

Turning to speak to Ororo, she and Storm’s noses touched briefly, surprising the two before slowly meeting in a chaste kiss. The kiss growing more enthusiastic as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

“Sister…”

“Herd sister…”

Making out furiously, neither of them notice that their milk had caused Nightcrawler to grow larger. His muscles becoming steely and bulky while his lean waist began to develop a gut. Finally pulling away from nursing their friend, Kurt sat up and winced, shocked by his sudden changes. But he hardly got a reprieve when Illyana sat on his lap and shoved her own tits into his face.

“Nu uh… You’re plate’s still full big boy.” Twerking her hips as she shoved one of her tits in his mouth, Magyk smiled and sighed until she gasped with a pleasant smile. Looking behind her she found his erection had returned anew. Throbbing and veiny from the overstimulation and thumping against her rump. “Mmm, so the mighty Jackalope king wants to make some antlered bunnies? Who is this frisky rabbit to say no?”

Repositioning herself, she aimed his cock towards her moist folds and sunk down hard, laughing as she felt him throb inside her, and his hands reach out instinctively to grip at her hips.

“No FAIR!” cried out Jubilee, saddling up next to Illyana and bumping her shoulder with hers. “I wanted his kids!”

“As do WE!” Growled Ororo and Jean, pressing against the blonde’s back. “We can give you MANY Jackalopes.”

Looking to any sign of sanity from the women, Kurt looked up to Rogue, who looked down at her step brother with an unreadable gaze… Before she shoved one of her breasts into his mouth.

“Drink up Kurt, we need you big and strong if we’re going to rescue our friends from that nasty Wanda…” Fluttering her eyes, she brayed out in passion.

Not long after, the Jackalopes had doubled their numbers the ‘natural’ way.

*

Storming her way out into the gymnasium of the mansion, other satyrs there spotted the angry blow she-creature and immediately high tailed it out… Especially when she fumed and caused a brief air burst of her powers to cause the lights to flicker.

“I can’t believe they did that! They screwed Steve like a pooch… And they didn’t even tell me!”

Stamping her cloven foot, her long heavy tail swung out and knocked over a bench. Wringing her hands at her sides, the rubenesque avenger huffed and snorted, still beside herself that she missed out on it all. She was horny, REALLY horny. And he PROMISED to screw her too. And what does he do? He gets them all knocked up again. Even WASP got involved.

“Bitches!”

There was a pause of silence while she stood there in the gymnasium, then she thought she heard something, a whisper just at her ear.

“You’re right… They should have shared.” Purred a deep feminine voice with a thick European accent. “Or better yet… You should have taken him then and there.”

“Wha…?” Carol turned, looking around for the source of the voice. “Whose there?”

“I am here herd sister… I am always here… NOW!”

Turning to face one of the mirrored walls of the gym, Carol blinked in confusion. Instead of her reflection there, she found the a different looking satyress standing there matching her pose. She was HUGE! Rivalling a cargo van in size, she sported horns that were wider than her shoulders and curved up like a pitch fork. Behind her slithered a long heavy tail that ended in a plume of red fur, and her back was adorn with leathery wings. Carol could only gasp. But instead of wearing her look of shock, the red furred satyr woman smiled a dark and sultry smirk.

“Wanda?”

“YES, herd sister. I could feel your hunger, your passion, your LUSTS.” Wanda purred, approaching the mirror as Carol did, until their hands met.

“How?”

“I have ascended my herd sister, kicked off the last attachment to humanity. I am MORE now. So much more… And so can you.”

“I can?” Gasped Carol, her four nipples going stiff at the prospect as she pressed both her hands against the glass, and Wanda did the same.

“Abandon it all my sister… Eat until you are full and keep eating. Fornicate until you are immobile with child and still bray for more. Let me in, and I will drown you in pleasures beyond your human limits.”

Panting and breathing hard, Carol closed her eyes and pressed herself against the mirror, kissing Wanda’s reflection. When she did, the apparition was pulled into her mouth, until the only thing showing in the mirror was Carol. Opening her eyes, Carol irises now burned a fiery red. Turning to look out the exit of the gymnasium, Carol purred a deep rumble in her throat and licked her lips, ripping her top and skirt off to be bare and free as she exited the door.

“For the herd…”