When the farm comes calling...

The city of New York was still reeling in confusion at the disappearance of Las Vegas overnight. That morning was filled with chatter and gossip over the how and why. So when a herd of giant, anthropomorphic goat people started flooding out of the Krakoan portal at the heart of Central Park like a herd of sheep scampering out of the gates of a pasture… The reaction was understandably one of surprise and confusion.

Like a rave riot spilling out after the results of a championship football game, the satyrs that ran out into the public cheered, hollered, and nickered out loud. Grabbing what was nearby to take a bite out of or collided together into behaviour that made people around them gasp and cover their eyes out of embarrassment.

Their glowing red eyes caused many onlookers to gawk against their will… Until with a shiver of delight, the group of people watching this invasion pour into their city found themselves joining in. Immediately biting into whatever food they could reach, even things not even remotely edible, or collided into passionate kissing that saw them claw at their clothes. All the while their bodies began to shift and change.

Tails sprouted behind pants and skirts slowly becoming too tight to fit, shoes burst open to free cloven feet that clopped trying to kick off their ruined foot wear. All the while they grew bigger, taller, and less human with every nicker and bray they gave off. Their eyes glowing red the moment their transformations were completed, and they were unrecognizable from the rest of the growing herd spreading out into the city.

All in the name of the Scarlet Satyress.

*

“Alright then, is everyone here?” Jennifer called out, as the rest of the Avengers and their adult children gathered around Thor and Doctor Strange, the latter’s wife still standing in the middle of the room as an astral projection from her location at the Sanctum Sanctorum.

“We still have T’Chala waiting. I returned him to his city for safe keeping when Wanda invaded Las Vegas so that he could be cared for and contained by his wisest. I only hope they managed to find a way to help him.” Stephen Strange explained, gesturing for the satyrs around him to make room as he conjured a portal to the royal throne room of Wakanda.

A cloven foot stepped out of the portal, showing a robust but well dressed satyr stand to his full height with a sheet of his robes slung over his left arm when he exited and stood before his friends with a smile. A thin glowing crown of light looped around his horns, one that raised many questions when he turned his glowing green eyes to those he knew.

“It is good to see you all my friends, though the time may be dour.” T’Chala bowed his horned head, taking some steps forward where his Dora Milaje joined him in rank and formation. Stamping their spears to the ground when they stopped, and the portal closed behind them. As changed as the Black Panther was, his all female bodyguards were the most unrecognisable. Voluptuous, full figured and many looking swollen with child, what remained of their body suits were a duo of leather tops to contain their bountiful chests and a loin cloth for dignity. But the most striking change in their appearance were the voluminous heads of hair they all possessed.

Taking one look at Ayo, Tigra snickered to find her hair so full it obscured her eyes, yet the satyress showed no sign of annoyance at her sudden hair growth.

“Foxy Brown called, she wants her wig back.”

“What wig?” Ayo asked coldly.

Seeing the Avengers fully united save for their missing friends, the group prepared a plan of action. Clea then stepped forward with a hand at her side, gauging the proverbial army of goat people around her. “So, we have you all to deal with a proverbial goddess of chaos gone mad, I like our chances just a wee bit but…”

‘If I might have a word.’ Spoke up a voice that although wasn’t so much heard as felt in the minds of everyone there garnered the attention of all those present. ‘We'd like to add our hat to the table and join in.’

Looking around, everyone was confused until a puff of black smoke erupted behind them all, causing many to cough and wheeze until it dissipated. Stepping out of the mist was the hulking form of Nightcrawler with the remnants of the X-men behind him.

“Is there room at this party for crashers, ja?” Kurt asked with a shrug, feeling a gentle hand rest on his shoulder behind him as Jean stepped forward cradling her swollen belly in her spare hand.

“We are the Jackalopes. Led by the great horned rabbit himself Kurt Wagner.” Jean said with a raised chin but barely contained a smirk she tried to hide with a straight face. “We wish to join you in fighting Wanda and restoring our home before she spreads her madness to the world.”

“Friend Nightcrawler. It's good to see you… Where are your pants?” Thor asked, averting his eyes as everyone else there did the same, either scratching the back of their necks or whistling from being impressed by the oversized, overweight, and VERY overendowed blue satyr bull.

“Come to think of it, why are ALL of them naked?” Whispered a six armed satyr hanging from the ceiling.

Resting her hands at her sides and tilting her hip, Magyk scoffed. “Well YOU try finding something that fits when you’re as big as us.”

“We did.” Answered one of Tigra’s sons as he popped the collar of his jacket. “Sounds like you have a skill issue.”

Stepping forward and narrowing her eyes, Illyana glared up at the horned cat man. Her tail snapping back and forth angrily. “Sounds like someone thinks he can take on the Mistress of Limbo.”

“Honey, by the number of horned kids cheering you on behind you, everyone’s taken on the Mistress of Limbo.”

“Ooh…” Illyana’s sons and daughters jeered, making Magic’s eyes glow before Nightcrawler rested a hand at her shoulder. Getting the idea, she stepped back to rejoin her team. Eyeing the tiger themed satyr, then muttered. “When this is over my next batch of kids are going to have stripes.”

Clea, seeing an opportunity to get the meeting back on track got everyone’s attention.

“Since we are all here now, we can muster up the **** needed to stop Wanda. But it's not as simple as defeating her.” Conjuring up a book in her hands, the astral projection of the woman brandished the Darkholde for all to see. “She has summoned a satyr into our mortal plane using this, THAT is the cause of all of this insanity. So long as he remains here, his presence will only further pollute this reality until all there is left is chaos.”

“No pressure…” Wasp whispered with a look of discouragement, holding one of her newborns in her arms while the rest buzzed over her head like clumsy bumblebees.

“Thanks to… What?” Clea darted her attention to the wall, where several satyrs looked to each other, even pointing as if asking who she was looking at when she waved her arm. “The HELL are you doing in here? There are wards keeping the front door… Oh bullocks!”

With a wave of her hand, her appearance was no longer a projection as she appeared in the flesh before the group of altered heroes, panting as if she had been running.

“Bloody animals came out of NOWHERE!” She huffed, noticing the spicy scent in the air and making a face. “What the hell? Since when the Sanctorum could not block out farm animals?”

Seeing the woman standing around them all, the entire room gasped, nervous of what they knew was going to happen. “Uhm… Lady? I think maybe you should hold your breath.”

“Yeah… Like forever…” One of Jessica’s daughters winced, wringing her six hands under her chin. “Or until you get to a room we’re not in.”

“What in blazes are you all talking about? I feel perfectly fine!” Clea declared, stamping her well dressed foot to the floor… And a goat’s tail popped out from behind her elegant gown. Leaving everyone to audibly feel concerned.

“Honey, maybe you should… Uhm… Head upstairs.” Strange tried to suggest with the most diplomatic tone he could muster.

“Oh pish posh you old goat.” Clea scolded, poking a finger at her husband’s hairy chest. The result of which caused her bodice to rip open when her chest nearly doubled in size, crowded with a quartet of breasts expanding like rising dough to match the size of her head. “Blasted, why is it so HOT in this mansion?”

“Please don’t say ‘hot’…” Jen muttered under her breath as everyone took a step back. “For some around here it’s a trigger word.”

Fanning herself, Clea rolled her shoulders, making a face as her dress ripped open behind her and her dress shoes burst open to free cloven feet. By now she had grown to over 7 feet tall and was still growing as fur crept up her neck and down her bare arms.

“Ooh, my WORD… What is that wonderful scent?” Clea swooned, her dress falling apart as her hips grew wider, her curves expanding as she surpassed eight then nine feet tall. “Hmm, smells like a freshly baked apple…”

The crowd of nervous satyrs stared back at the sorceress like she was a human hand grenade with the pin pulled, her lust drunk eyes focussing on Steve Rogers, her eyes soaking in his broad chest, wide shoulders and the bulge in his shorts that made her lick her lips hungrily. Just as her horns popped free of her scalp, completing her changes.

… Pie!” At that moment, Clea pounced, causing the entire room to act when she leapt into the air trying to capture the satyr in her arms for a kiss.

“Mrs. Strange! PLEASE! Restrain yourself!” Begged Thor, he, and several others tried in vain to detain the wife of the sorcerer supreme who had completely transformed into a lascivious satyress clawing at Steve Rogers over Thor’s shoulder while the man held her at bay.

“Hey there handsome, have you ever seen photos of ladies kissing soldiers coming back from the war?” Clea grinned, licking her lips at the alarmed satyr bull hiding behind his shield and his lovers. “Well I’ll do things those strumpets would NEVER do! Take off those pants and I’ll show you…”

“He’s got ENOUGH ladies who do that already you hussy!” Declared Jessica, getting a fierce nod from the others keeping Steve safe from Clea’s grasp. “BACK OFF!”

“Clea, my love, get a hold of yourself!” Begged Dr. Strange, pulling his wife back out of Thor’s arms where the two collapsed back onto the floor where she landed on top of him. Her demeanor upset until her eyes locked with his and her salacious glee returned.

Oh, that’s right! I married a DOCTOR…” Clea purred, nuzzling Stephen’s nose as she slithered herself up to bury his face in her furry cleavage. “Wanna play a game of operation? Ooh, I think I found your ‘medical’ instrument.”

The screams of panic from the Sorcerer Supreme was enough for everyone to become squeamish as the man tried to keep his recently transformed wife under control. Everyone who tried to intervene was pushed back by a magical barrier the satyress raised to give the two privacy.

“Somebody do something!!!”

Looking over to the rest of his Jackalopes with worry, the group nodded and pinched their noses as Nightcrawler cracked his shoulders and teleported from where he stood with a loud ‘BAMPH!” and an explosion of purple mist. Reappearing at the other side of the living room with the same plume of smoke then teleporting again, and again, and again until the entire space was fumigated with the vapours of his teleportation.

Coughing and wheezing filled the large epicenter of the mansion, with many falling to their knees gagging while one or two ran to a trash bin or potted plant to throw up. And stumbling out of the smoke with her hands at her throat gagging for air was Clea, with her husband standing behind her gently patting her back to help her breathe.

“BY THE GODS AND DEMONS OF THE ETHER!” Coughed Clea, finally thinking straight as she coughed hard on her hands and knees. “The HELL is that?! It smells like… Like… Someone tried to bake a cake and swapped out the flour with cow dung!”

“Eh… I’d say it's more pig than cow.” Illyana replied, her nose pinched between her fingers.

Getting up to her cloven feet and leaning against her husband for balance, the sorceress nodded back to the satyr as she opened her eyes and snapped her fingers to conjure new clothes to fit her transformed body. Frowning at the tightness of her new bust.

“NOW… Let’s get going.”

*

The portal opened up like the yawning gate of a castle, the Avengers, the Wakandans, and Jackalopes all stepped through together, taking a brief look around just as the portal closed behind them. The three groups had prepared for this. T’Chala had his mystics grant the same crown of wisdom over his friends and their children, giving them all a clarity that allowed them to think over the roiling hungers and desires their warped bodies demanded of them. Dr. Strange and Clea had warded them against the worst magics they could think of Wanda could conjure… and they gave Kurt a pair of pants to wear.

“Bleh…” One of Steve’s sons grimaces with his tongue out. “Nice place.”

“We’ve been away for a while…” Storm grimaced, bringing her hands to her chin as she squeamishly stepped closer to her friends.

All around them, they were surrounded by writhing piles of mutants at the heights of their bacchanalia. The echoes of braying, nickering and roaring moans of passion echoing out over the overgrown trees and plant life that had enveloped and consumed what was left of the buildings around them.

“Our nation… Our people…” Gasped Ororo, placing her hands at her cheeks in sorrow.

“It’s certainly changed the LAST time we were here…” Wasp blushed as she scooted away from a trio of satyrs that rolled towards them on the soft grass and moss below them. Shrinking down to the size of a canary and landing on Cap’s shoulder for safety.

The group made their way deeper through the crowds of throngs of Satyrs celebrating all around them, the scent and humidity all around them eliciting urges and impulses that without the magical defences already protecting them would have caused them to fold.

“Be ever mindful my friends, these people were once you and I, now twisted by Wanda’s corruption. We are here to free them of Wanda’s madness before it consumes our world and the people we care about…”

Interrupted in his warnings, Stephen Strange found himself being embraced by a brown furred satyress who wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into an unguarded kiss. Pulling the woman away from him like he feared being burned alive, he stared back into the wild and salacious gaze of Kitty Pryde leering back at him.

“Hey Baby… Wanna MAKE a baby?”

A platinum blonde furred hand belonging to a very possessive Clea pressed up against Shadowcat’s face and shoved the satyress off her husband hard enough that Kitty tumbled back like an overstuffed toy.

“BEGONE THOT!” She barked, standing between Shadowcat and her husband behind her.

Kitty paid no mind to the rough housing, so much so she was on her back laughing, a laugh that echoed across the thousands of satyr turned mutants all around the resistance group of heroes. The laughter was in unison, almost as if it was the laughter of just one person. When Kitty opened her eyes, as did everyone in Krakoa, their eyes opened a glowing, burning red.

“It is good to see you all again, my friends.” The herd of satyrs all around them spoke at once with Wanda’s east European accent. “Welcome to my garden of desire, my Eden of excess…”

“Show yourself Wanda.” Barked Steve, looking around the legion of red eyed satyrs all staring back at them all. “Let’s end this quietly.”

Slow thunderous footsteps could be heard as the throngs of satyrs parted to make way for its leaders. What waddled into sight were a group of satyrs so massive, so polluted with chaos magic they looked like feral demons. Because they were! Clopping on all fours with cloven feet and hands, they ruffled their leathery wings just as the king and queen of satyrs stood to their towering size and looked down at the group of heroes. Their presence was oppressive. Even with the mystic crowns they wore, the Avengers, Wakandans and Jackalopes clutched at their horned heads trying to beat back the lusts, hunger, and carnality flooding over them like a tidal wave from an ocean.

(Do you feel that my herd sisters and brothers?) They heard her voice in their minds. (The unquenchable thirst? The gnawing hunger? The heat is so hot it burns at your loins like a fire that can never be put out?)

(That’s a fun time in a can is what it is.) Chuckled Buck, rubbing his shoulder against Wanda who smiled back at him. (Give it a minute and you’ll have a hankering for beer and girls… Or boys, whichever you’re into.)

Storm collapsed to her knees, moaning as she pawed at her top and down between her thighs. Gambit and Rogue had collided into a passionate kiss and collapsed to the ground making out. And the others were not too far off as the war with their minds and loins continued to wage.

Looking up over her shoulder, Wanda smiled as Carol came floating down, carrying Natasha and Tony with her in her hands, the three almost as big and changed as the rest of them as Carol pressed to Wanda’s side and nuzzled at her chin, her own voice echoing through the collective telepathy offered by Krakoa’s telepathic mutants.

(Join us… And we can spread across this planet, then the next, and the NEXT!)

(Imagine it…) Nickered Wanda, breathing in the scent of arousal and exhaling steam. (An entire galaxy joining us in a cosmic herd. All will know pleasure. Forever!)

Watching his friends succumb to Wanda and Buck’s corruption like poison being poured into their ears, he watched them all writhe and struggle, failing to maintain their dignity as the two dark monsters chuckled together, their closest and first corrupted as big and monstrous as they were leering down at the last shred of resistance against her. Puffing his chest and giving a stern glare back at the Scarlet Satyress, Thor pointed an accusing finger.

"Salacious fiend! Thou have done enough damage to Midgard and its people. In the words of its wisest of souls DON'T COME AT ME WITH YOUR DICK OUT BRO!"

With a mighty swing of Mjolnir over his head by the leather handle strap, Thor swung hard and threw the hammer towards the smirking male demon leaning against Wanda’s shoulder… Right into his balls.

*

A shockwave cascaded out from Krakoa, like the gonging of a bell it rang out across the equator of the planet as fast as sound could carry it. When it reached the throngs of millions of people turned satyrs in their hedonistic rampage, their revelry stopped dead in its tracks as the red glow in their eyes ceased.

Several of them dropped what they were doing and looked around, instantly covering themselves up out of embarrassment as they found themselves huge, transformed… and not wearing a thread of clothing. Scrambling for what they could reach to cover themselves, the fledgling satyrs looked around, still confused.

“The hell was that?” Asked one blonde furred satyress, holding up a dinner cloth around herself to keep her dignity and failing miserably.

“I don’t know…” A brown furred satyr spoke up, holding up a cardboard box around his waist like pants. “Sounded like a goat scream. Ugh… Feels like someone kicked me in the junk too.”

Every other male satyr in earshot of that comment grumbled and nodded in agreement, wheezing as they all looked for someplace to sit. The soreness spread as they collectively wheezed and closed their eyes.

“Anybody got an icepack?”

*

Collapsed to the ground with his hands cradling his injury between his legs, the monstrous demonic creature that was Buck was now silent. His eyes crossed so far across his snout they risked looking into the back of his skull, his mouth yawned open in a silent scream of agony as he drooled on the mossy earth beneath him. The occasional muscle spasm made him kick his leg out or make his eyebrow twitch, but for the most part, the god of depravity and excess had become a computer screen showing the proverbial blue screen of ****.

With a quick gesture of his hand, Mjolnir returned to Thor’s hand. The result of the impact became known when the mutants of Krakoa snapped out of their bacchanalia. Cries of shock and embarrassment nickered out as hundreds of satyrs clutched at their bodies out of shock and then out of a feverish attempt to reclaim their decency. The telepaths that made up Wanda’s beacon of control collapsed to the ground like a cheerleader pyramid that could no longer be held up as they got back up to sit, their minds foggy as they all looked around.

Even the Scarlet Satyress had been stunned, the ringing pain in her head clearing her thoughts for the first time in this many days. Looking around her original herd-sisters blinked and looked around in confusion, then down at themselves in horror and shame when Wanda glared back at the Avengers, her former friends standing between madness and reason.

“What the flying HELL HAPPENED TO ME?!” Screamed Natasha, getting up to her cloven feet in all her 12 foot glory, one hand covering the space between her legs and the other finding itself overwhelmed trying to cover four keg sized tits.

“Ugh… my ACHING head…” Tony stumbled to his own cloven feet, wincing when he felt horns where there should have been a smooth scalp. “Did I lose a bet or something?”

Looking down at the **** and agonised satyr king groaning in mind shattering pain, Wanda glared back at Thor who raised his hammer over his head, as if suggesting she was next. Clea in a bout of restored clarity conjured the Darkholde in her hands, opened it to the page that showed Buck’s summoning ritual and cast the necessary spell to then return him to the grimoire then and there, binding the satyr and pulling him back into the ether where he came from before Wanda could act.

“Yield friend Wanda.” Thor declared, just as his friends around him regained their composure and turned to face the towering demoness as she wrung her hands at her sides, pouting angrily.

“Give it up, Miss Maximov.” Dr. Strange called out, his hands spread wide while arcane glyphs etched into the air around him while the rest of the Avengers and Jackalopes got back up, ready to end Wanda’s reign. “It’s over now, your toxic boyfriend is gone and his corruption right along with him.”

Consuela had sat up and clutched at her horned head confused, speaking in Spanish. The cheerleaders had all regained their composure and gasped at each other’s appearances, Amanda looked around confused and then crossed her arms over her chest with a blush more red than her fur. He wasn’t wrong, even now she could feel it, the pleasure, the desire, the hunger. It was fading fast. Closing her eyes she could feel her influence on the world wane, her herd which spanned the entire globe was waking up free of her influence. Rethinking their life choices… One of the more buxom of her new kind blinked and looked around her and remembered she wanted to be an aeronautical engineer.

“NO!!!” Brayed the demoness Wanda had become, reaching out with her hand and plucking the Darkholde from Clea’s grasp with her chaotic magic. “I HAVE LOOKED INTO THE ABYSS OF DESIRE AND WAS FILLED BY IT; I WILL NOT RELENT THAT HUNGER NOW OR EVER!”

Gasping that the oversized woman had the grimoire in her hands, they feared the worst. And the worst happened when she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the book whole. The moment she did, the red glow in her eyes returned in full ****. Her arms outstretched as she began to levitate off the ground with her wings unfurled. When Wanda opened her mouth to speak, there was no voice. Just an animalistic bray that called out across all of Krakoa, the real voice pierced into all their minds, heard like a memory as it echoed through their subconscious.

“I offered you pleasures beyond mortal limits. Ecstasy, passion and desires you only dreamt of indulging in.” Her voice echoed through all their minds. But did not try to control them like she did through the x-men. “Whether you are with me or not, you are all mine. This world is mine… And I will take what is mine.”

With a flash of light, Wanda, her closest cohorts and half the altered mutants of Krakoa disappeared with her. Leaving the Avengers, Wakandans and Jackalopes standing in confusion at the empty space around them.

Jean immediately went to Scott who stood shaking his head confused before he was captured in a hug. While Beast and Gambit helped Xavier and Emma to their cloven feet.

“What… Where did she go?” Asked the professor, looking up and around the overgrown chamber that used to be the Quit Council meeting chamber.

“Carol’s gone too…” Strange spoke up. “Along with any chance of undoing the magic that caused all this.”

*

A month had passed since those cursed events, and a cosmic family who had missed it all arrived in lower orbit from their space ship, looking down at a changed world.

Landing on the streets of what they thought were Times Square, the Fantasticar stepped out of the Fantastic Four in matching space suits, looking around confused. Towering anthropomorphic goat people walked down the streets, some nearly 10 feet tall went about their business in custom tailored clothing. Stopping in their tracks surprised to find the human looking Fantastic Four staring back at them. A child in a yellow sundress pointed back towards the four spacesuit wearing explorers with a giggle.

“This is some planet of the apes shit going on here Reed…”

“Are we even back on Earth?” Ben asked, looking up at several pedestrians staring down at him, one even bending at the waist to see him eye level with a wave. Making the stone man blush to find she had a cleavage with four breasts.

“Well, they’re friendly anyway.” Just as Reed was about to unclasp his helmet, the group of goat people panicked. Waving their hands and calling out for the man to stop before it was too late. Thankfully, he got the idea and lowered his hands. His helmet still clasped.

It took half an hour of waiting and sitting idly near their Fantasticar in the middle of the street for someone remotely familiar to arrive and greet the four travellers.

Captain America, Spider-Woman, Wasp, Tigra and She-Hulk had arrived… Or at least anthropomorphic goats wearing their costumes did. Seconds later a gold and red armored satyr arrived with them, landing heavily. It was still rather jarring for the four when the 10 foot tall blue, star spangled satyr leaned down to shake Reed and Ben’s hands.

“Welcome back you four… As you can see, we’ve had a bit of an experience.” Tony Stark explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Did that experience include a doctor’s note from Dr. Moreau?” Winced Johnny as he got an elbow in the side from Ben.

“There’s a lot to process…” Steve winced, looking around times square to the crowd of satyrs gathering at the return of the Fantastic Four.

“Wanda got crazy horny and summoned a satyr from the Darkholde and successfully turned the earth into a barnyard.” Explained Janet matter of fact in her tone as she shrugged back at the unreadable face of Steve. “What?”

“So… Wanda went insane.” Susan sighed, crossing her arms and looking down. “Where is she now?”

The Avengers shrugged, surprising the Fantastic Four when Jen looped an arm around Steve’s waist affectionately. “Well wherever she is, she’s someone else’s problem now.”

*

Somewhere on the other side of the galaxy…

The Kree were in a full on panic. Their most powerful fleets had surrendered without a single gesture of defiance. Even their mightiest warrior had fallen without even a fight. The Kree superior intelligence would have declared them traitors if not for what threat slowly made its way into their system. It moved… Like it had a purpose. Going from star system to star system like water trickling down a table. Pooling more and more as it gained momentum.

Nothing they threw at this **** made a dent if anything it only made it grow. It consumed and absorbed whatever came its way or whatever caught its hungry gaze. Worlds were left in its wake pitted and barren on its course towards the Kree empire’s home world. When it came, there was… A thrum in the air, like a metronome beat from an unheard melody. Then came the scent, the scent of spices in the air that caused many to salivate.

Then they came. On mass. They blotted out the sky as they fell from it like furry meteors. Crashing, landing, then frolicking through the cities grabbing what they could and bite down on it. Gluttony and fornication ran rampant as many fled, only to stop and fall to their knees as the spice in the air caused them to sprout fur and horns. Bleating and braying like animals as they joined the creatures invading their home.

Overhead above all of it, there were billions of them still, either still falling from the sky crashing into their city like laughing meteors or flying overhead to view the carnality happening below or enjoying it above the clouds entangled with each other in various acts of coitus. All of them lead by a winged titaness with horns who dwarfed them all. Larger than a skyscraper, heavier than an iceberg, she was a testament to lust, gluttony, and pride all at once as she spread her two pairs of wings and her doughy arms wide. Her sphere of a furry belly rippled underneath her four bus sized breasts that rained nectar over its hemisphere.

Plant life exploded into being in the rainfall of her mother’s milk, coiling around buildings and spires, tearing them all down in their vines and lush foliage. Her horns, all twelve of them were a chandelier crown that framed her animalistic face. A face that looked down with salacious desire so intense that drove all who stared up at her mad, staring into the red glow of her eyes. Surrounding her in lacing cosmic energies were Consuela, Carol, Amanda, and others just as big, voluptuous, and corpulent hovered around her like moons orbiting a red, furry planet.

Her voice had a booming echo that was felt in their minds as well as in their ears. Deafeningly seductive.

(We… We are the herd… Prepare to join our ranks… Do not resist… And you will know none, but pleasure abounds… Forever.)

The end.