The Scarlet Satyress

Wanda strode confidently into the bar area that had been picked clean by the satyrs present. She looked around with a wondrous, overjoyed grin on her face. There was little Shiori, although no one in their right mind would ever call her little anymore. The raven-haired Asian satyress was cradling her swollen belly and caught up in how many kicks she was feeling in her crowded womb. The same could be said for Janet Van Dyne. Then there was Tony. Presently, he was plowing into the former uptight cheerleading captain, Maxine. With a deafening bray of orgasmic pleasure, Tony Stark flooded the one-time model thin girl's pussy, and she shrieked out as her whole body was consumed in a crashing orgasm.

Tony stood triumphantly over Maxine's prone body when Wanda sauntered over to him. Pressing up against the former Iron Man's side, Wanda breathed in and pressed her horned head against his own. She stared into his eyes, before she pulled him in for a languid kiss. Tony was almost giddy that the great Scarlet Satyress was wrestling her tongue against his own inside their mouths. He had always fantasized about what it would have been like to fuck the ever-mysterious Wanda Maximoff when they were both Avengers, but she had only had eyes for Vision in those days. But now that they were great and powerful satyrs, their inhibitions melting away like an ice cream cone in a hot summer day, they were free to fuck openly without any lasting consequences. After several minutes, and with Deandra, Consuela, Natasha, Janet, and some of the other satyresses present looking on with wanton, needy eyes and smoldering looks on their faces, Wanda pulled away from Tony.

The two panted hard, before Wanda caught herself. She then practically roared out in utter passion, "Do not relent your appetites ever, Tony. I vant you to eat and fuck as much as you can. Prove to me vant to be one of my prized bulls."

Tony chuckled drunkenly, "You won't have to twist my arm, Red. I'm loving what you and Pan's Labyrinth over there have done with the place. Although, it is missing something. We all drank all the booze. Little help there, hot stuff?"

A wicked, knowing smile came over Wanda's face and she slowly nodded her horned head. In an instant, her eyes glowed red and she moved her hands around. Inky scarlet magic flowed out of her fingertips. She then brought her hands together, before she opened them and flung her arms forward. As she did that, a great wave of red-hued energy flowed through the room in a blinding flash. When the light faded, every satyr in the room gasped out in awe.

The three walls of the bar were stacked over with food, like one 'U' shaped buffet table stacked on top of the other. Five rows of tables so laden with food and drink there would have been enough there to feed an entire gala three times over. Kegs and barrels of beer, wine, cola, and other beverages were at each corner, with taps dripping with the nectar waiting to be drunk. All around them apart from the smell of sweat and sex, were the sweet, cooked aromas of roasted chicken, beef, pork, and side dishes to complement such large and bountiful meals.

"Well, would you look at that? It's like Christmas. I'm talking Dickins Ghost of Christmas Present-style Christmas," Tony murmured, his eyes locked on the assortment of food.

"It like Christmaz, Thankzgiving, Eazter an' New Year dinner all at once!" Natasha added in complete awe.

Janet giggled out stupidly. She bit her bottom lip in **** need for food since she was eating now for...who knows how many, before adding, "Tee hee. Dick-Ins."

"Well, vhat are you vaiting for? GO!" Wanda shouted.

The satyrs who were presently not fucking each other rushed over to sate their ever-present hunger and thirst. Janet and Shiori, especially, made for the trays of large and juicy roasted chickens stacked on top of one another. They both looked nine months pregnant, with enormously round bellies, and their progeny kicking wildly, demanding to be fed inside the womb. Deandra laughed wildly as she led a small contingent of cheerleaders to a pile of booze bottles. She tore the cork off a bottle of aged whisky, before chewing on the cork like it was bubble-gum.

They were all ravenous. Despite what they had eaten already, it was like they had been castaways on a tropical island starving this entire time. All except Natasha and Consuela who were still daintily holding Natasha's newborns, nursing them until they had their fill. When the newborns were no longer feeding off the two, they slowly lowered the bundle to the floor to rest and made their way over to join the others. Looking over the spread with mild fascination, the two shared a smirk. They then dove into the table of food like madwomen! Forks and knives were abandoned as they clawed at what they could reach and shoved fruits, breads, meats, and sweets into their open mouths.

Any sense of decorum was lost to the maddening hunger and appetites.

Tony brayed out in excitement before he took a step toward the near-endless buffet of food before he was stopped by a hand on his cock. He turned and saw that Wanda had gently grabbed it and was slowly starting to jerk it off.

"There vill be plenty of time to feast later, Tony, my love," Wanda cooed softly, flashing him a smolder stare in her big, hazel eyes. The gentle pumping of his rapidly growing erection was driving him crazy with desire for his former teammate and he knew what was to come. In a husky, wanton voice, Wanda purred out, "Now, take me, my prized bull."

Tony took a moment to take in Wanda Maximoff's transformed body and couldn't believe he was about to fuck her. He had fantasized about what it would be like fuck the sexy little thing for so long, but she always had eyes for Vision. Now, though Vision was nowhere to bound, and Wanda wasn't such a little thing anymore. With every movement, her body and her dramatic curves jiggled in all the right places. Finally, his animal instincts took over and he pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Wanda responded to the kiss in equal passion and bleated out a muffled goat-like squeal when Tony plunged his huge cock into her. He plunged into her harder and harder, and the Scarlet Satyress' entire body shook with pleasure.

"Oh, fah-king shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! That's it! So fat-king goo!" she screamed, her head and wild, wavy hair flying about as she arched her back to meet his relentless thrusts. She tore at his back with her fingers, as he lowered her to the floor. Wanda was absolute sex crazed. She began to match his plunging penis, sending her into an ecstatic high.

"Y-yessssh... Plow my fertile fields Tony," Wanda husked, squeezing her pussy muscles every time he slammed into her hard enough to cause her ass to quake. Any semblance of holding back had left Iron Man's horned mind, rutting into the scarlet satyresses like an animal with not a single thought in the world save to find release.

"Tell me you love this! Tell me you want to join my herd!" Wanda hissed.

"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh-baaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Tony brayed out a loud, bleating tone of agreement, "Fuck yeah! I never want the party to end! Of course, I'll....oh fuck that's good...join up, Red. Wanna party like there's no tomorrow!"

Tony panted as he plunged deeper and deeper into the witchy satyress' cunt, stuffing hr completely full of his thick, hard cock and sending her to the hottest depths of churning pleasure. The bare mounds of her big quadruple tits trembled as he pistons his iron rod into her. With steady, merciless thrusts, Tony jackhammered into her, and Wanda cried out in ecstasy. Her four breasts spurted mother's milk on the floor as she came hard. All the while, they bleated and bah-ed like farm animals, the sounds would've been striking just days before. Now, they were the norm in the rapidly ruined Las Vegas.

"Wanna...party...like there's no....tomorrow!!!!" Tony repeated, his mind lost to the pleasure, "Wanted to fuck...you for so fucking long! I can feel it...Feels like I'm going to.... GONNAAAA....Ohhh.... Ahhhh! Baaaaaaa-aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!"

A nickering bray escaped Tony's open mouth as he came hard into Wanda. Going off like a fire hydrant and cumming hard into her. And yet, he still wasn't spent, he felt like he could keep going. Looking down after catching his breath, he found Consuela and Deandra had taken the same positions at either side of Wanda, bumping their hips against hers and making out with their herd sister. Deandra simply looked over her shoulder, leering at the satyr bull and raised her tail, practically flagging him to choose her next. Tony pulled out swiftly and thrust deep into the other satyress, Deandra laughed and moaned as the former Iron Man showed her the same eagerness he showed Wanda.

A shift in position, and he was already behind her, driving deep into her pussy and slamming into Deandra hard and fast. During that, Wanda sat up to press up against his right shoulder while Natasha took his left. The two whispering into his pointed ears. Natasha's children were left together to rest and grow nearby safe and sound.

"You veel it do you not Tony my love?" purred Natasha, feeling up his expanded body. "This is your TRUE zelf, no? Zo much ztronger. Better. You could eat anything, ve can do it anyvhere. Out in open, out in storm, zhe rain, zhe snow.... Zhe heat. Zhe raw, naked, HEAT! And no more foolish Avengers or anyone else to stop us from getting vhat ve vant."

Natasha sensually nibbled on Tony's ear, and the former Iron Man wasted no time in coming hard with a braying nicker, cumming so hard into Deandra she bleated out her own release before she was caught up in making out with Consuela.

Slowly separating from the satyr, Natasha bent onto her hands and knees and offered herself to Tony, looking over her shoulder to leer back at him with hungry eyes.

"Do it Tony," Growled Wanda. "Go ahead and..."

Tony snorted and was already thrusting into the former Black Window hard, making the satyress laugh at his enthusiasm.

"This is vhat ve are Tony, ve are satyrs, who we USED to be is unimportant," Natasha husked as she was ridden by the lust-mad Tony Stark, "Those people vere small, puny. Do you even care about zhe Avengers? No?"

Licking at his other ear, Wanda exhaled and husked a whisper. "Tell her Tony, Vhat DO you think of the Avengers?"

"Hnnnngh, I don't fucking care anymore! Steve's just a killjoy boy scout always keeping me from h-having FUN!"

"And SHIELD? Vhat of SHIELD?"

"Fury can shove that helicarrier up his own ass! Maybe it'll lighten his spirits."

Smiling and letting the pleasure roll through her, Natasha gripped at the floor, savoring Tony's thrusts into her. She wanted him to cum in her, make her pregnant again. And she knew just how to do it.

"Join us Tony, join us and the fun vill never stop. You can have me any time, anywhere," Smiling, Natasha knew how to trigger him, "Join us... And we can have hot tub sex."

"HNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Tony's vision went dazed as he came hard, making Natasha laugh as she shared in his volcanic orgasm, feeling him flood her insides.

Tony finally withdrew from Natasha, and she slumped forward onto the floor of the hotel bar. The red-headed satyress immediately cradled her belly, knowing full well Tony had planted his seed inside of her and soon, she would be big and round like Janet and Shiori, who watched the incredibly lewd scene with lidded, wanting eyes. Natasha let a low, goat-like nicker escape her mouth, and she reached up to squeeze her upper tits hard, gnashing her teeth together.

"Ahhhhhh...." she sighed.

The former Iron Man separated from the dazed and aroused Natasha, and Consuela took her place, shoving Tony onto his back and straddling his waist. Laying lazily on her side, Natasha eagerly anticipated being impregnated by Tony, and lustfully watched him fuck the black-furred Consuela for all she was worth. Then her gaze turned to the panting and swooning Janet sitting on the floor and rubbing circles around her incredibly swollen womb with her arms.

"So fucking hot..." Janet husked out, and Natasha looked on, beyond proud of what they had all become.

"Yes!!! Ve are creating a paradise on Earth! A new Eden that vill grow as far as our herd grows, my beloveds!" Wanda hissed out rapturously, "No more complications, no more rules and civility. We are FREE! Free to do whatever we want! We are..."

Just then, the Scarlet Satyress paused in mid-speech. She tilted her head up in the air and sniffed. Then, her pointed ears wiggled as she strained to hear two pairs of footsteps coming this way. An excited look came over her face, and she turned towards the entrance of the bar.

"Ah, Amanda," Wanda called out, referring to the former CEO-turned sexy satyress, "In all of zhe commotion, it never dawned on me zhat you weren't with us. Vhat have you been up to zhis whole time? You have missed quite zhe party, my precious." Wanda purred out with a sly smile. She sniffed again and her eyes grew wide, and her grin even more devious, "Ah! And you are not alone. Tell me, who have you brought for us?"

The former waif-like CEO strolled into the bar. She placed one cloven hoof in front of the other and swung her now ultra-voluptuous hips and meaty ass back and forth, while her tail wagged behind her. She had a wicked grin on her face that matched the former Scarlet Witch's, and she held the hand of a still human woman who looked like she was in a complete daze. Wanda's eyes lit up and she bleated out in utter joy when she saw who Amanda had found.

The woman that obediently held Amanda's hand wore a pale silvery shiny sleeveless catsuit with a plunging neckline, shiny bangles on her wrists and her face was done up with striking makeup. She had blue eyes that were highlighted with dramatic blue makeup around her eyes. It was the look of a pop star. But not just any pop star. This was Dazzler! Also known as Alison Blaire, Dazzler was a mutant with the ability to convert sound vibrations into light and energy beams. She would use her light powers in her famed act.

It was clear as day that the thick pheromones in the air was having an obvious effect on Dazzler, and that the was already showing signs of her rapid satyress transformation. Her perfect, almost model-like body had already filled out. The already skintight catsuit now looked like it was positively painted on her somewhat taller, voluptuous body. The zipper of her silvery catsuit had fallen down past her belly, and it looked as if the seams of her silvery outfit were going to burst at any second. Her strawberry blonde hair, that she had usually styled perfectly straight, was now longer and incredibly wavy, reaching almost to her perfect ass. Out of the thicker, unkempt hair poked two pointed ears.

"Vell, vell, VELL... Vhat do ve have here? Dazzler?" Perked Wanda with delight. She held her arms out in a welcoming gesture and Amanda led the confused little thing to the Scarlet Satyress.

Dazzler's cloudy eyes darted around the room as she was led toward the transformed Scarlet Witch. Her mouth was opened slightly in a stupefied look. She turned her head in the direction of the transformed Tony Stark fucking Consuela. Wanda's pleased grin only grew observing this. She knew that normally, anyone seeing this scene for the first time would have run away in shock, but Dazzler simply turned her head to take in other sights. Natasha and Janet laying prone close to each other, both now in various stages of pregnancy. Then, Dazzler's gaze shifted over to the piles upon piles of food and drink that Wanda had conjured. A loud growl could be heard from Dazzler's stomach, and she gasped out, before the gasp turned into a small, goat-like nicker in her throat. Finally, Dazzler set her sights on Buck, and for the first time her eyes seemed to register what she was seeing. They grew wide as saucers and she expanded slightly, the straps of her catsuit straining to their breaking point.

"Come to me, Allison. Yes, zhere. Zhat's it," Wanda murmured, and Dazzler slowly let go of Amanda's hand and made her way over to the former Scarlet Witch.

Now, her attention was entirely consumed by the enormous mother satyress in front of her who held her arms out in welcome for her. With every step the pheromones in the room impacted Dazzler more and more and she whined out a very goat-like bleat of **** pleasure. Every erogenous zone of her body was afire with an unquenchable lust. Her mind was a hurricane of insane sexual longing, hunger, and the unimagined confusion of what was happening to her. This raging tempest inside of her all added up to her walking to the transformed Wanda Maximoff on autopilot.

With every step, Dazzler transformed more and more. The straps on her catsuit finally snapped, as her body gained in height and expanded more and more in all of the right places. Strawberry blonde fur began to creep up her body, and the skin underneath her forehead rippled, causing Allison Blaire to bleat out a pained moan of discomfort that was quickly snuffed out when a tidal wave of dark, orgasmic emotions crashed over her fragile mind.

"Yes, yes. Amanda here had informed me that you had been doing Las Vegas shows, but I did not know if you vere still in town. Forgive me, my child. Zhis has all happened so fast. I should have sent someone to find you, but zhis is why having Amanda on the team is so valuable, no?" Wanda said, pulling Dazzler in for a loving hug.

Dazzler leaned into the loving embrace as her body was consumed by the intense power pulsating off of Wanda as the mother of the herd. Even with her new height, the top of the rapidly transforming Dazzler's head rested just below the bottom of Wanda's lower pair of breasts. Dazzler was in a complete daze being this close to the source of all of this corrupting magic. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into the loving embrace. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she bahhh-ed out in surprise when her tail popped out of her rapidly ruined catsuit, and a pair of horns tore their way out of her forehead in the form of two small nubs.

"I found her in one of executive suites," tittered Amanda, coming in close to Wanda, as she fluttered her eyes in the presence of the big satyresses, "Normally I'd watch her pop like a kernel and join the fun... but I had a fun idea!"

"Oh?" Wanda's eyebrow raised, turning her head to the former CEO, ignoring for a moment Dazzler, who was almost hyperventilating in her presence. Leaning close, Amanda whispered into Wanda's pointed ear. As the satyress whispered, Wanda's eyes went wide as did her toothy smile at the salacious plot the former CEO had for her mutant friend. Wanda cooed out conspiratorially, "My oh my! That is truly brilliant, herd sister."

Wanda took a brief step back and looked down at Dazzler. The strawberry blonde woman was rapidly transforming before Wanda's very eyes. Dazzler stomped at the floor and bleated out throatily as cloven hooves tore through her stylish boots, and her horns began to curl around her bigger, pointier ears. The pop star grew in height, finally tearing what remained of her catsuit with a goat-like roar. Wanda watched this all happen, when she leaned over and grabbed Dazzler's head between both hands, pulling her in for a kiss. Wanda slithered her tongue into Dazzler's mouth, and soon, the rapidly transforming satyress responded in kind.

Dazzler closed her eyes and moaned into the kiss. Wanda, meanwhile, let go of Dazzler's cheeks and instead brought her hands down to her sides. Wriggling her fingers this way and that, she opened her eyes wide to reveal that they were glowing a bright red. Slowly, an inky scarlet-hued glimmer began to form around the two satyresses. Dazzler was far too caught up in the kiss to realize this, but Wanda was well aware of what was happening.

Slowly, Dazzler's horns began to shrink and withdraw back into her skull, as did her tail. The mutant pop star shrank back down and resumed her lithe, model-like figure, while her ruined sparkly silver catsuit reformed itself. Pointed ears took on the rounded human-shape and Dazzler's wild mane of ass-length hair reformed itself to its neat, straight style.

Amanda watched on as Dazzler was returned to her human form. Rather than being angry at this latest development, she instead grinned wickedly. She just knew her plan was going to work out perfectly!

*

Pressing the power button to the coffee machine and closing his eyes to help him feel distracted by the sound of coffee grounds being brewed, the metallic 'brrrr' noises were music to his ears. Steve Rogers focused on his army training, his friendships, that time he saved two children from a burning building. It... It worked, helping him calm and focus himself, keeping him in control. Opening his eyes, he exhaled a sigh, and checked to make sure there were condiments for the coffee he was making for the ladies who were now recovering after giving birth. Though really, it wasn't so much labor so much as they had all been entranced with rapid-fire orgasms the entire time. At least they were all okay... Relatively speaking. But this almost meant another thing that was a consequence of their change.

He was a father.

His mind raced on that large proverbial pill to swallow. What was he was going to do, especially after they managed to stop Wanda's madness? What did this mean for him and the others? Should he marry them? Would that be allowed? What of his children? They were born so quickly. Would they age at the same pace? Were his friends in Vegas dealing with the same questions and worries? Were THEY okay? The fact he was distraught by such questions meant he was still human. Mentally at the very least. Physically was another matter. He was a gigantic goat man wearing the Hulk's spare swimming trunks to wear something decent that would fit him, and it just barely did! And he didn't want to think on it... But he was still growing, they all were. Breathing in sharply and looking down at the five pitchers of coffee he already had piping hot and ready to serve like mugs, Steve watched the coffee brew away and drip into the latest pot. Steve shoved all the intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind and steeled himself to work on that later, but as he turned to lean against the kitchen counter, he blinked when he looked up to see he was not alone in the kitchen anymore.

"Carol?"

Approaching him with an exaggerated swivel of her hips, Carol pressed up against the man and pulled him in for a kiss, cooing into his mouth as she gently guided one of his hands to rest over her rear. The kiss itself was different from when she was turned; more affectionate, yet still passionate. When she pulled away, she peppered his lips, nose, and chin with small kisses as she combed and fawned her fingers through his hair. Almost like she was his wife.

"Steve." She swooned. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

"Wha-what about the kids?" He was silenced by a finger pressed against his lip.

"They're sleeping." She hummed, pressing her forehead against his and smiling dreamily, now bringing both his hands to rest at her widened hips. "OUR kids are sleeping. Two boys and two girls, and they're ours... I want more Steve. I want to give you more; I want to HAVE more... So much more..."

He could see it in her eyes, a hint of maternal pride he didn't think he'd see in her as she smiled back at him. But there was something else there too. A smoldering hunger now awakened within the matronly satyress. A wild streak he had never seen in her he feared was starting to take over. Pulling his hands away and politely moving her back to give him room, Steve closed his eyes and turned to tend to the pots of coffee.

"That's... That's the magic talking Carol. We'll talk about this when we can better... Get a better handle on things. In the meantime try reciting to yourself how to fly a..."

"I'm IN control of myself Steve..." Carol husked, pressing up against him again and resting her hands over his broad shoulders. "But I also never felt more alive! I want you in me... Now."

"I..." Cornered, Steve tried to think on how to talk her down, even though his body was throbbing at the idea of bending her over the counter. "If... If you drink some coffee with the rest of us, I'll think about it."

Affectionately scratching at the man's chin with her fingers, Carol plucked a pitcher from the bundle Steve had set out and brought it to her lips. Giving a slight frown and surprising the man again when she aimed one of her nipples to her drink and let spurt a dribble of mother's milk into it, then stirring it with a spoon before taking a sip again. "I take my coffee with cream."

Slowly turning around, Carol left the kitchen, the same erotic swivel to her hip as she made her way out the narrow doorway, and left Steve to catch his breath and try to regain his composure all over again. After several minutes, he found he had calmed down enough that he could gather all the coffee, and scrunch his way into the door frame, wincing as it broke under his mass when he finally passed the threshold. Returning to the living room, he found his friends had regained their strength and were tending to their newborns... Who now looked like toddlers. One of his many worries now fully cemented and well founded that his children were going to grow up and grow up FAST!

"STEVE!" The four spoke out in unison when they spotted him at the door, save for Carol who sipped at her coffee with a sly look while her four children fumbled around her, playing.

"Uhm... I brought coffee."

Immediately the other three satyresses got up to their feet and took the offered drinks, many of them giving Steve affection either with a squeeze of his shoulder or arm or with a surprise kiss on his chin before returning to their kids to sit and take a drink. Joining them and sitting on the floor, Steve took a sip of his drink and looked to the television on the wall where several of his sons and daughters stared up at, watching the news.

"Any news about what's going on in Las Vegas?"

"That's the strange thing, the news said there's a media blackout in the city." Explained Tigra, cradling one of he daughters in her arms, her long feline tail swishing back and forth slowly where her other daughters chased after it. "It could be because of the damage the turned people are causing."

"You'd think a horde of massive, fat, goat people would make headlines." Snorted Jen, bouncing one of her sons on her knee and smiling as he giggled.

"Maybe not." Answered Carol, finishing her coffee. "You saw Wanda, that wave of magic she gave off must have gone through the entire city. News stations are probably dead... Because the staff ate all the equipment."

Wincing at the mental image, the multi-armed Jessica set her children down when it felt like they were getting tired. "So what's the plan? I don't know about any of you, but I can still... Feel myself growing."

"Yeah, me too." Sighed Jen, scratching at her right horn and feeling her hair slowly grow longer.

"Dr. Strange said the transformations are fueled by desire and pleasure. If we go cold turkey we might stunt the effects, maybe even reverse them." Explained Steve, getting up to cradle one of his kids and sit them on his lap. The green furred toddler bleated, shivering as he grew before Steve's eyes. Almost like he was aging a year a minute. "So if we want to change back, we'll need to tighten our belts, which means pacing our meals and not having sex."

Immediately the four Avenger women nickered and mewled in protest, getting up to their cloven feet and moving to sit and press up against Captain America, clutching at his arms, even Tigra gently pounded her fists against his back in protest.

"You promised you would take me after we had coffee!" Carol pouted, wringing her hands.

"Carol, look at you, listen to yourself, this isn't like you."

"I DON'T CARE!" She nickered, her tail snapping back and forth behind her. "I don't want to get smaller; I want to be BIGGER! I want to eat, to FUCK to... To..."

Leaning back in shock, the rest of the Avengers could only watch as Captain Marvel's skin and fur began to take on a sky-blue tint, gasping and panting as her body went through more changes. Her tail suddenly bloated out large and heavy, becoming as fat and stout as her leg and looking almost reptilian as it lounged heavily behind her. Clutching at her horned head, Carol cried out when a third horn sprouting from her forehead, finishing her changes where she was left sitting there breathing heavily and feeling up her changes.

"I... I want more!" Looking down to her empty coffee pitcher, Carol opened her mouth wide and bit into the glass harmlessly, devouring the thing down to its handle.

Seeing the demonstration, Jen slowly nudged her own half full coffee away from herself, suddenly feeling not thirsty anymore.