A Week Later: Aftermath [pt. III]

Written in Collaboration with Cross C

There was an idea, once upon a time, called the Avenger Initiative.

The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when the world needed them most, to fight the battles that others never could.

Today is not that day.

Today the Avengers were much more like the Molesters. Not to be confused with the Molestars, Mole Man’s underground basketball team. No, this was a team of remarkable people using their remarkable talents to tackle and fuck the surrounding Markandan populace, remarkably.

It wasn’t just them either, as the X-Men and other hero teams were also part of this eclectic event. The Running of the Bulls was a yearly tradition that had those that would usually protect the world in their most scandalous roles yet. They’d run towards the fleeing women, grab as many as they could or wanted, then either take them to a location to fill them with semen or just begin fucking them where they were in the street.

Even just watching the event as a hologram there was so much chaos and energy in the room. It was hard to even keep up with what was happening.

It was a sea of taut and jiggling black buttocks as the women ran. Though many didn't appear to be trying all that hard to get away. In fact the event turned into something like a casual race through city streets for the majority as the pursuing men almost immediately stopped after capturing their first woman within meters of the starting line. As the square steadily emptied the first half of it was speckled with furiously humping couples, each invariably with an impatiently hovering female superhero.

In some cases the female member was the true hunter, the male little more than a ravenous fuck-beast. He watched as Captain Marvel, wearing a version of her signature red, yellow, and blue full body suit that inexplicably revealed everything from her throat to her clean-shaven mound, shot back through the air with a Markandan woman held bridal-carry in her arms.

It was a hilarious juxtaposition as by all rights, that capable and iconic heroine should have been saving that young woman by flying far away from this scene of utter debauchery but any heroic connotations to her actions were abruptly smashed when she deposited the girl right beside a powerfully thrusting Thor. After directing her prize onto her hands and knees and a slap to the Asgardian's overly muscular butt, she shot back into the air, flying low enough to high-five some in the cheering crowds on rooftops.

Yes. It was true.

There were actually tons of people spectating and cheering on this perverted spectacle as if it were their national pastime. A roar of approval and fanboy and girl appreciation went up whenever a particular hero succeeded in catching one of the women. Thousands of dark-skinned men and women held aloft banners, pointed, and cried out with clear cheer and enjoyment as their favorite heroes fucked their sisters, mothers, and daughters It was absurd. It was ludicrous. It was an incredible expression of his other self's complete control over this country as they crowded in and whooped and shrieked at the sight of some fine black asses wiggling and bouncing as they were pounded by Mutant cock.

A number of men finished quickly which in other circumstances would have been embarrassing, but in this scenario was to their advantage as they immediately cast their cum-filled quarry aside and continued their pursuit, messy members still somehow erect. It was clear that for the males at least, their minds were not truly with them. Psychic hijinx mixed with Mark’s orders meant they weren’t quipping or having fun, these bulls were breeders. Lust filled cavemen just horned up and **** to fill the running holes with as much of their cum as their aching balls would give.

The blonde muscular form of Steve Rogers sprinted after half a dozen fleeing women, his identity clear by the round panther-emblazoned shield he threw and bounced off a wall. It ricocheted and refused to be bound by the laws of physics as it flipped and impacted harmlessly with each successive woman, sending them all tumbling to the ground in a variety of awkward positions. One in particular landed big black ass up and Captain America didn't waist his momentum, diving right into her from behind, his hands reaching down to grab her hips as he pulled her back onto his cock. He looked like a man possessed as he thrust into the woman's body. His eyes were wide and wild, his hair disheveled, and his cheeks flushed with exertion.

There were a number of naked dudes flying through the sky, the sight more than a bit comical as they zoomed around, yanking women up to fuck them in the air. It was difficult to identify them as they were without their recognizable costumes. Two were definitely Cannonball and Sunfire as they both used fire to get around, Mark winced at the woman wreathed in flames as she was impaled on the dick of a flying superhero but apparently they weren't harmful to her at the moment thanks to the reality-breaking nature of Mutant powers.

Spider-Man was catching women in a large web between two buildings. Hulk was scooping up women by the handful. Nightcrawler was steadily building a whole herd of women in the square watched over by his partner, Psylocke, continually teleporting them in every fifteen or twenty seconds like clockwork.

He did so while in mid-coitus with them, thrusting away before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

“Dayumn~ look at them go!” Mark laughed, clapping similarly to the King Mark far away in the hologram, “What a bunch of freaks! Guess those skin tight costumes really did confine Earth’s Mightiest Perverts!”

Felicia was still mostly focused on the big dick in front of her, but her eye did wander over to her old lover, currently filling his third Markandan citizen with webbing. “Mrow~ To get that goody-good Peter acting like that is rather impressive, Master.”

“All you did was show this world what it really was,” America agreed, sighing happily at the display, “It is nothing compared to you. Avengers, X-Men, whatever. They are all simple men needing release from their confined society. You rule them and love them, much more than any other in the multiverse, providing such amazing thralls… you are a god, in every universe.”

“You’re a god in every universe, Sugah!” Coincidentally agreed a voice from a tiny hologram near the ceiling, “I dedicate this event to the man who let me touch again! King Mark!”

Mark’s eyes were drawn to a pair of flyers, Rogue and Captain Marvel, as they playfully tossed a shrieking woman between them. Her clothing was torn from her body with one hand as the skunk-stripe haired Mutant used the other to under-hand her across to the blond power-house.

The casual disregard for her safety, the way the two superheroines tossed her around like a ragdoll was a huge turn on for him. It wasn't something they'd ever have done in their previous lives. Still, Mark had to assume there were some unseen precautions in place. He hated the idea of innocent people getting hurt or killed, so he assumed his counterpart felt likewise.

He smiled, enjoying the display even as he used a thought to command the neural device on his head to zoom the hologram in as Rogue rocketed off to collect another Markandan pussy to be bred. Wearing only a small brown half-jacket, a slanted across her hips green belt, and bright yellow metallic boots, she was an arresting sight. Curvey front and back, her big breasts were like fine melons wobbling, swinging, and shifting shape as she flew along. Those plump perfectly rounded butt-cheeks went through a similar motion, rolling and jiggling with every momentum shift.

"Mmmm.... Daddy want..." he murmured as he ogled her even as two equally beautiful and nearly as busty women squeezed their perfect breasts around his cock, sliding the huge slab of flesh in and out of their combined cleavage enthusiastically.

“Papi’s not the only one,” America purred, perfect white teeth sunk adorably into her plush lower lip, her lustrous black tresses disheveled as she kept time with Felicia, their delectable racks pumping his shaft in perfect unison.

“Tonta… I didn’t know she was cured! I would have shoved my tongue so far up her butthole! Gah!” She moaned, practically drooling at the hole peeking through the pert cheeks occasionally. Her lusts were certainly not sated when Rogue grabbed a particularly buxom running Markandan and shoved her tongue down her throat. The strong and beautiful white woman just dominated the curvy black woman, shoving her long fingers into her chocolate slit and pumping wildly, with juices spraying onto the sandy ground while America whined in jealous lusts.

“Oi! Hank!” Rogue suddenly called out, grabbing the Markandan she was fondling and shoving her downwards so she was bending forwards at the hips, then reaching around to grab her labia, spreading her lips wide towards a nearby alleyway, “You want this one too, Sugah?!”

A huge blue furball suddenly bounded out the darkened street at blistering speed. He tackled the woman instantly, becoming a ball of blue and brown for a second while Rogue just smirked at her friend’s horny attitude. Looking back she could see her intelligent friend of many years being the absolute beast he was named after, doggy-style-humping his blue fluffy cock wildly and repeatedly into the woman’s cunt while his paws pinned her moaning face to the ground.

As the mutant admired her handiwork a small pixie-like figure began buzzing around her head, “There you go with your X-Man favoritism! You could at least TRY to be subtle about it!”

“Don’t be a sore losah, Janet.” Rogue brushed her off, floating forwards at a breezy speed yet still easily catching a chubby milf-Markandan by the clothing and depositing her in front of her old boyfriend, “Can’t blame ah girl for finding mutants superiah when our king is who he is.”

“That’s got nothing to do with it! The Avengers aren’t out of the fight yet!” The tiny woman growled back, speeding up and shoving two women into the direction of Wonder Man and Hawkeye.

They weren’t the only two deposited, as another pair of startled women were dropped on the pair’s laps from above, “You know no one’s keeping track, right Janet?” Carol smiled, especially as she floated down and rubbed her butt onto the feral Wolverine’s face, “Mm, it’s just a chance for everyone to enjoyyyy themselves… Besides, if they were, how would you count that guy?”

She gestured down the road to the white blur even as the hairy slab-like muscled Mutant whipped a beefy arm around her abdomen and tried to direct her floating pink and wet labia to his jutting massive tool.

Pietro Maximoff was a bit of a quick shot, but had the metabolism to keep going and going and going. He was the ultimate breeding machine for this kind of event, leaving a literal trail of twitching bodies and creampied pussies in his wake. And as both a mutant and Avenger he was a bit of a question mark for the Wasp’s imaginary contest.

Wolverine's huge cock was nearly the size of Mark's own, so Mark was paying attention to its progress as it ground against the weeping gash of Captain Marvel's cunt. Because of that he caught the casual flick the cosmic super-heroine delivered with one finger to one over-developed and quite grotesquely furred pectoral muscle. The brutish true caveman-looking Mutant went flying as if he'd been fired from a cannon.

The hovering blonde half-mohawked lady smirked devilishly, "Higher, Further, Faster, MORE, baby. This super-pussy settles for NOTHING less than the best!"

With that she rocketed towards the next poor unsuspecting Markandan female. Right past the chair that Mark and the girls were sat on, basically phasing through them. The pure erotic frenzy just a mess of the old Markandan streets while so many native men cheered on the old heroes taking their women from them.