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Mating Season	By : EvilFuzzy Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Threesomes Plus Views: 47297 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Mating Season
A Teen Titans smutbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

"Eh?" Beast Boy repeated. "What do you mean I won't be the only one in quarantine?
Starfire smiled.
"Friend Cyborg said that you have already been in the beginning stages of your sneeglash-rakorfka for the past week," she told him brightly. "And so every female with which you have had the contact must be put into the quarantine with you, so that they do not infect the rest of the population~"
Beast Boy scowled a little, still hesitant to come out all the way from behind his door, considering the considerable hard on he was yet sporting.
"Sheesh," he muttered. "Way to make it sound like I have some sort of nasty disease, Cy..."
"Oh!" said Starfire, still smiling as wide and innocent as ever. "But friend Terra says that she would be most delighted to be doing the nasty with you."
Beast Boy turned bright magenta.
"Terra?" he said, or more kinda choked out, opening his door all the way, completely forgetting about trying to hide his morning wood. "Terra's here?" he exclaimed, clapping his be-gloved hands to his face as his eyes widened. "Duuude... But I haven't been anywhere near her! Not since..."
Starfire laughed gaily.
"She gladly volunteered to help see you through your sneeglash-rakorfka, Beast Boy," she said. "As did many other of our friends, as well!"
Beast Boy blinked.
"Er..." he murmured. "And how many is 'many'?" he asked her.
Starfire's smile simply widened as lifted up a hand and began counting on her fingers.
"Let us see," she said. "There are myself, friend Terra, Raven, Jinx and the Bumblebee, my sister Blackfire, Nightwing (Cheyenne of the Freemont, that is), Mary Marvel, Supergirl, Arrowette, Wonder Girl, the Kitten and White Rabbit, and also Zatanna." She then cocked her head to the side, a thoughtful expression on her face. "...there may be more that I am forgetting, but that should be most of them, yes?"
Beast Boy's jaw was nearly on the floor, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Duuuuude..." he muttered. "That's a lot... I don't think there's a single room in the whole tower big enough to hold that many people..."
He then blinked.
"Wait," he said. "White Rabbit? Kitten? Blackfire?! Star, aren't some of those girls, y'know, bad guys?"
Starfire shrugged, making a slightly dismissive sound in the back of her throat.
"Well, it will not be to a single room that we shall all be confined," she said, answering his first question. "The whole Titans Tower will be under the quarantine while you are going through your sneeglash-rakorfka. Robin, Cyborg, and the other boys will be doing the monitoring of the situation remotely, to make certain nothing untoward happens. But, come, friend Beast Boy!" she then said. "Let us begin!"
She then grabbed him by the hand and slung him over her back, casually wrapping his arms around her torso to rest upon her rather generous alien bosom. And his boner was kinda poking right against her firm, round posterior, much to Beast Boy's mixed arousal and embarrassment.
If this were anyone else, he would have assumed they had done it like this on purpose. As it was, Beast Boy still had his suspicions.
Especially with the way Starfire seemed to be walking unusually slowly as she carried him, with plenty of extraneous bounce in her step, making his body do all kinds of interesting things against hers.
"So..." he murmured, trying very hard to focus on anything other than how Starfire's rump felt so nice against his crotch as his body bobbed up and down with every step she took, or how soft yet firm her chest felt beneath his hands, which she seemed almost to have intentionally pinned right on top of her bosom. "We have the whole tower to ourselves...?" he asked her.
Starfire nodded, her long, silky hair bouncing with the movement, a good deal of it winding up right in Beast Boy's face.
It smelled so nice, he could not help but notice.
That was when he felt the tug on his body. A tug of the sort he was unfortunately familiar with.
Telekinesis.
Starfire let out an adorable eep as she felt the changeling's stiffer-by-the-tick dick press momentarily into the back of her skirt, hard enough to give her very intriguing kind of wedgie. But then she felt his body begin to slip up over hers, levitated up over her head by an unmistakable force.
She was still holding onto Beast Boy's arms, and she gave another squeal when she felt him instinctively grab onto the nearest available handhold in a frantic, briefly panicked attempt to keep from being pulled away through the air.
The nearest handhold just so happening to be Star's breasts.
He was torn out of her grasp, though and a second later he saw someone appear, kicking Starfire in the face in a manner that gave him the damnedest urge to shout DYNAMIC ENTRY!
But before he could say anything, he was yanked over to the newcomer by telekinesis, and mashed face-first into some admittedly very nice exposed cleavage. It was Nightwing – and not the future Robin Nightwing, either.
Cheyenne Freemont, the once-reluctant metahuman and aspiring fashion designer, purred happily as she pressed the face of Garfield Logan, the teenaged shapeshifter known as Beast Boy into her fairly generous bosom.
"Oh, hello, Beast Boy," said Nightwing, smiling as she telekinetically nuzzled the changeling's face even tighter into her cleavage, a wicked smile on her face as she felt something hard rub against her thighs. "Why didn't you just say you needed a nap?"
Starfire floated up from the floor, recovering quickly from Cheyenne's kick. The princess of Tamaran felt her eyes burn with an all too familiar tingle, and flickering globes of dense, destructive green light enveloped her clenched fists. She was growling animalistically, snarling and grinding her teeth together as she glared death at this unworthy earthling.
And it probably said something that she was explicitly using that as an insult, here, considering her usual attitude towards Earth and its inhabitants.
She threw a starbolt at Nightwing, who levitated quickly out of the way, Beast Boy still pinned face-first into her breasts. Using her telekinesis, she swiftly floated them down the short flight of stairs to a lower floor of the Titans Tower. Starfire flew after them in pursuit, but Cheyenne still managed to reach the large, open living room area of the Titans Tower with Beast Boy.
For a moment, the shapeshifter felt his sexy captor's telekinetic hold on him weaken ever so slightly, and he transformed himself into a hamster. Quick as two shakes of lamb's tail, he was out of the redhead's cleavage and standing free on the floor, once more changed back into his (more or less) human form.
That was when he noticed just how full the living room was of lovely young female crimefighters, and even a couple of criminals, too.
The stage magician turned real magician/superhero, Zatanna Zatara, appeared to be locked in a duel of the magical arts with Raven. And if Beast Boy didn't know better, he would have sworn that he heard the former shout something about babies and the latter snarl something worthy and rights, but he had to have been mishearing, right?
Mary Marvel was trading punches with Supergirl, and Jinx was sending waves of bad luck at Terra in the form of pink sparks of energy. Jaina "White Rabbit" Hudson, was fighting against fellow female criminal Kitten, who managed to hold her own remarkably well, a vicious, wild gleam in her eyes.
Blackfire was also there, flinging starbolts at Suzanne "Arrowette" King-Jones, while Bumblebee fired bursts of stinging electricity at Wonder Girl. And then Starfire barreled into the room, flinging even more starbolts at the female Nightwing.
"Duude!" he heard himself shout. "What are you girls doing?!"
The melee which had enveloped the entirety of the living room quite suddenly stopped.
The girls, moving as if they were all but members of single, large, buxom organism, turned to face the all-green changeling. Their eyes lit up with something he found himself really wishing he wasn't able to identify.
Lust.
Pure, unthinking, animal lust.
Beast Boy could not help but immediately get the mental image of large, powerful bull moose butting heads, locking antlers as they fought for the right to mate with a particularly desirable cow. And, with a moment of somewhat frightening clarity, Beast Boy realized that – in this scenario – he was the cow.
And now the female bulls had turned their full attention on him.
For a second, Beast Boy was frozen in place. He was petrified, like a deer caught in headlights. The desire to procreate warred with the instinct of self preservation. For a single moment in time, lust was locked in conflict with fear as Beast Boy was eyed like a piece of tofu bacon by these beautiful, horny, but also terrifying young women.
Lust warred with fear.
And somehow, someway, fear won out.
Without a second thought, Garfield Logan turned tail and began to flee for his goddamn life.
The lovely ladies grinned, licking their lips as they saw the object of their pheromone-driven desires turn tail and turn into a deer, springing out down the hall with considerable speed. They split up, setting off in pursuit after him.
The chase had begun.

Shifting from deer to hare, Beast Boy sprang down the stairs. His long, sharp ears could easily hear the sounds of the numerous young woman pursuing him. They had split up into groups, by the sound of it, probably hoping to cut off any possible avenues of retreat.
Well, he wasn't gonna be caught that easy. He might have been horny, but that didn't mean he wanted to be gang raped by over a dozen different women. There was a line between sexy and scary, and this was well on the terrifying side.
Beast Boy's rabbit ears twitched, and he heard footsteps on the stairs below him, headed up. From the sound of it, they belonged to Terra, Kitten... and Arrowette. Then he heard the distinct sound of air moving against the fabric of a flying body.
Great.
Supergirl was there too.
Well, Beast Boy didn't make it as a Titan by giving up so easily. Without a second thought, short forelimbs became outstretched wings, ears receded into his head, powerful leaping hindlimbs shrunk and shifted into short, slender bird-legs, and fur changed, hairs becoming the shafts of feathers.
With a flap of his wings, Beast Boy, in the shape of a sparrow, flew up into an open air vent. Then he shifted into a mouse, and began scurrying through the ventilation systems of Titans Tower, which he knew like the back of his hand. He was making his way to safety, to where the vents opened up onto the roof.
From there, he could take to the air, or swim into the bay. Anything to get away from these gorgeous, powerful, sex crazed women.
...and there is a thought Beast Boy had never thought he would have, but he supposed that you never really knew how you would react to a situation until you'd been put into it, yourself. He would never again complain about the heroes of harem animes never just getting it on with all the girls who so obviously wanted them. Not after being put into their shoes.
Women could truly be terrifying.
And even as he thought that, Beast Boy came out onto the roof of the tower, and he leaped from the air vent, happily transforming back into his default form.
"Yes!" he cheered, pumping his fists into the air. "Home free!"
He then made to morph into a bird – maybe a hawk this time, or a gull – but before he could, he felt someone grab him from behind, pressing a soft, slender hand to his mouth.
It smelled like old parchment, incense, and tea leaves.
"MRAPHEMN!" he exclaimed, feeling the bulge in his spandex grow a little bit harder and bulgier as he inhaled the scent of the half-demon empath's skin, and felt her not inconsiderable... assets... pressing into his back. "MREEPH DUOM MRAEMEE! MY MOBUY MPH AH MREABHY!"
Translated from the ancient and complex language of Muff, this meant: "RAVEN! PLEASE DON'T RAPE ME! MY BODY IS NOT READY!"
"Hush," Raven whispered into his ear, for that was indeed who was, her breath warm and damp against the sensitive, pointy lobe. "Do you want everyone in the tower to find us?" she asked him dryly, in her usually manner.
Beast Boy shivered a little, feeling inappropriately aroused by the compromising position in which she had him. He whimpered, feeling her free hand clutch the front of his jumpsuit.
"Don't worry, Beast Boy," she told him, her voice so strange and exotic, with its unnatural, rolling rasp and tone. "I'm here to help."
Beast Boy sighed into Raven's hand, allowing himself to relax in her grip. He trusted her. This was Raven. She was his friend. If anyone was willing to help him, it would be her.
He smiled against her finger, which were not quite so tightly held against his lips, now.
"Thanks, Rae," he said gratefully, sincerely. "I owe you one. Those girls have gone crazy..."
"Yeah," said Raven softly. "They think that they can just have their way with you because you're in heat..."
She harrumphed, a sound with uncharacteristic force behind it for the usually languid psychic.
"They're just trying to take advantage of you," she said hotly, and Beast Boy felt Raven press her chin onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him in a most definitely abnormally intimate gesture for the taciturn half-demon. "They're nothing but faithless, fornicating harlots and cuckolds," Raven growled, continuing, and Beast Boy – not for the first time – found himself bemoaning his rather limited vocabulary.
She was squeezing him tightly into her body, now, and BB could even feel Rae's nipples through the thin, skintight spandex she always wore. His erection was at a level of being outright PAINFUL, from this closeness with Raven, and the way she was holding him, and talking.
"R-Rae...?" he stuttered a little nervously, uncertain how to take the heated way she was talking. "Dude...? You okay?"
Darkness enveloped them, the tangible unlight of Raven's black soul. They began to sink into the floor.
"They don't understand..." Raven muttered, he voice low and cold, ominous and foreboding in tone. "They don't care..." Her hold on him tightened even further as they disappeared into the shadowy aether.
Beast Boy shivered as they passed through a cold, unseeing, unknowable black void of nothingness and eternity. He so did not like traveling this way, no matter HOW many times he had done it. And he especially did not like the way Raven was talking right now.
"They just want to use you..." she muttered, sounding almost afraid as they emerged once from darkness into darkness, but this darkness was merely the absence of light, not the tangible, independent presence of the shadow realm through which they had just passed. "They just want to have their way with you... They don't care about you, Garfield..."
She let go of him, now, letting him take a step away and turn to look at her. Initially, he could see nothing but indistinct shapes of black and gray and dark navy blue. But his eyes quickly enough adjusted, pupils widening like those of a cat, dilating to let in more light, and his eyes widened at what they saw.
"They don't care about you..." Raven repeated, murmuring softly, cheeks faintly flushed, eyes shyly downcast. She took a step towards him, her quite naked breasts bouncing a little in the gloom. She weren't dressed in nothing but her birthday suit.
The scent of womanly arousal filled Beast Boy's sensitive nostrils all at once as he looked down to see his teammate's bare, soaking, inviting womanhood.
"No..." she said, sounding like she was speaking half to herself. "They don't care..." She lifted her eyes to meet his, and what Beast Boy saw in them froze him to the spot. "...not the way I do."
He gaped.
Raven's eyes weren't glassy or glazed or looking through him, or anything cliche like that. No, if anything, they appeared to be clearer, brighter, than Beast Boy had ever before seen them. It was like a veil had finally been lifted from his friend's eyes, a veil neither of them had ever realized was there.
There were no doubts in her eyes. No hesitation, no inhibition, no restraint. She was not hypnotized, or charmed against her will, or otherwise obfuscated or confounded.
No.
What he saw in Raven's eyes was not the presence of anything extra, anything that did not belong there. He only saw Raven, a Raven freed of fears or doubts or misgivings. This was nothing unnatural, nothing forced.
To the contrary, it was probably the most natural thing in the world.
Faintly, Beast Boy wondered why he had never seen, before, just how beautiful Raven truly was.
"I love you, Garfield."
He didn't even notice removing his clothes. He simply went up to Raven, feeling completely bereft of all the negative thoughts and feelings, the fears and doubts and misgivings that in another time and place would have kept him from doing this.
He went up to her, and embraced her, completely ignoring the tiny voice in the back of his head that said something was wrong.
He just wanted to give Raven what she wanted, because he wanted to give it to her. Because she wanted it. And he wanted it.
They both wanted it.
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