Repeat until the planet is complete

Problem is, you've looked at Google Earth, and there are a lot of cities in the world. At the rate of one city per day, this is gonna take prohibitively long.

You've got to somehow channel this into more. MORE. You were already breaking the laws of physics by how fast you were moving, but to have all of the sex, it's not enough. Your chest heaves with a combination of arousal and frustration.

Sophie: "Hrnng! Graah! Rroaaar!!"

Something awakens within you. You begin to spin around in place, so fast that you practically turn into a pillar of wind. Excitedly, you acclimate into this new form remarkably fast, pivoting your tornado-like body towards a nearby tree. After only a second of contact, the tree has been stripped of bark and molded into the hyperrealistic shape of a barbed feline cock.

You momentarily stop, going back to your previous form of a furry sex Goddess to inspect your work. As your grip on the tree releases, it spurts out sap from its tip like cum.

Sophie: "Wicked cool. I bet I could get a whole bunch of multitasking done like this. Just gotta size up just a teensy bit..."

With a single spin, you again turn into a sex storm, first the size of a tornado, and soon a category 5 hurricane. You start from West Coast United States and work your way Eastwards, crashing your way through every city, town, village and county, leaving every able-bodied person in your wake gasping with Earth-shattering orgasms. Though you don't notice it initially, some affected people even end up becoming hot-bodied furries such as yourself.

During the next days, you rummage through North America and move over to the South. At first you fear that people might avoid the storm entirely by moving away from the danger zone and into somewhere you've already visited, but the prevailing trend seems to be that people are in fact moving towards your storms, often coming into contact with you several times on purpose. At least one such storm chaser ends up having two stacking furry transformations, becoming a Hyper Furry. You can tell because their river-wide cumshot ends up breaking escape velocity and shooting straight through you.

From Tierra del Fuego you head towards Southern Africa, from there into Europe, and then you start working on Central Asia. Despite the rather conservative areas that you rampage over, people still don't seem to take issue with having a suspiciously cathead-shaped sex hurricane blow their minds to smitherenes while leaving the infrastructure in pristine condition.

In a week's time, you're already down to combing isolated islands in the Pacific Ocean, and consider going down to Antarctica to fuck through those research stations. After Amundsen-Scott station is done with, you settle yourself for the first time since starting, the -50 degrees weather feeling no colder than nippy under your exquisite pelt.

You stride indoors, walking clear over the bodies of the still-orgasming scientists and head for the communication center in wanting to see a news broadcast, only to realize to your disappointment that connectivity at South Pole is less than ideal. So you stormify once more and dash back over to the States in a matter of hours.

Here you discover that the people of Earth are ecstatic over this new development, and dearly hope that this wasn't just a one-time event.

You can't help but oblige the wants of your fans. Soon after you embark on a new round-world trip, making sure to vary your route to keep things interesting for weather stations, which now have to include predictions for your sex storms - predictions which you often deliberately go directly against, out of pettiness.

Perhaps, after a few hundred rounds of this, there will be at least one other furry who's hyper enough to make their own sex storms.

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