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Mating Season
A Teen Titans smutbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

Fear was a powerful force, but so was lust. Where before Beast Boy had been frightened away, scared off by the sheer number of girls, and the intensity of their gazes, now his lust had the reins. When it was all of those many, beautiful, but terrifying women, fear overpowered him.
But now it was just Raven.
Just her.
And just him.
Now that he was no longer fearing for his virtue, and his life, Beast Boy was able to really appreciate how amazing the female body was. A work of art, a masterpiece surpassing the Mona Lisa, and David, and even the Sistine Chapel by such a vast margin that it was not even worth consideration. It was beautiful beyond description.
And he did not mean just Raven's body, or just the bodies of women who would by the cultural standards of the modern American be considered "attractive". The very concept of woman, seemed to his mind at that moment, the most incredible thing which could ever be conceived. How marvelous, the subtlety of adaptation and design, the beautiful complexity of evolution and creation.
The body was a wonder, he perceived, even the smallest member of it was a marvel of cells forming tissues forming muscle and fat and nerve and bone and blood and fluid and countless other specialized organs, besides. It was amazing. The body was amazing.
Not just the human body, either, but the bodies of all creatures, all animals.
Life was an unimaginable, incomparable wonder. That these elements should come together in this way, in just the right way, to form the thousands of minuscule, fundamental systems of metabolism and reproduction... It was a miracle. A miracle of science, of physics and biology, perhaps, but a miracle nonetheless.
It was the most incredible thing in the world.
That he should even possess the cognition, the sense of self awareness to comprehend how astounding all of this was, the intelligence to grasp – if only for a single fleeting instant of existential awe – how utterly fantastic it was that life should even exist at all...
It was amazing.
Life was truly amazing.
And he wanted to see more of it, to feel and experience more of this marvelous, fabulous, wondrous thing we call life.
Raven marveled at all of these sensations which raced through her mind as Beast Boy pressed his lips against hers. She could feel it. She could feel all of it. How amazing the world was, through his eyes, through the eyes of every member of animal kingdom, the eyes of life and evolution itself.
The wonder and awe and zest for life which ever and anon brimmed up with such incomparable verve and potency in every cell of Garfield Logan's physical essence, resonated within his spirit, mirrored and magnified by the thinking, sentient consciousness of a soul, and it passed into Raven. And in her spirit, her mind, her soul – she felt it. Her empathic powers were amplified by her body's heightened state of sensory awareness, the physical excitement and arousal which caused her nerve endings to burn and ache with the need for his touch.
Raven moaned, feeling Beast Boy's body against her, feeling the wonder and awe he felt for her body, for life, for existence. It was incredible. Life was incredible.
She felt truly alive, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him in unto her. She drew him into the core of her maidenhood – not pure, no, never pure; her very existence contradicted such a thing – and she felt his hardness inside of her, his heat, his manhood.
It was large, of course, for such things are rarely ever made small, in such works as this. It was long and thick, hard and throbbing and potent and Man.
She could not help letting out a cry at the feeling of it, the feeling of having him inside her.
It was wonderful. Life was wonderful.
His manhood seemed to shift and morph within her, conforming to every contour of her womanhood, stretching and swelling and bending to touch every inch of her insides. Or so it felt, at least, to her in that moment, as he went into her and mounted her, piercing her through to the very heart of her loins.
It felt incredible.
Her womb was on fire, in the best possible way. Electricity danced through her skin, shooting up her spine, arcing from every nerve ending in her body to race to her brain, to the sensory centers of her soul's carnal vessel. She was on fire. She was burning.
She was burning up, and she did not want it to stop.
She never wanted it to stop.
He thrust in and out of her, and she screamed out in ecstasy. He touched her and caressed her, attending to every part of her body, reverently paying his respects to every facet of her physical, feminine, human loveliness. His tongue danced with hers, a primal, instinctive ritual, each devouring the taste and the breath of the other. The flames of mutual, shared desire they fanned and stoked, pleasuring one another as they made love, as they joined and came to Know each the other in the most final, carnal, and biblical of ways.
It was amazing.
Life was amazing.
They were alive. More alive than they could remember ever feeling before.
The world fell away beneath their feet, swallowed up by blackness, oblivion. Only they, the two of them, Beast Boy and Raven, Logan and Roth, remained. But they did not care. As far as they were concerned, as far as it mattered to them in that instant, they were the only ones who existed.
Each was the world, the everything, of the other.
Their lives reached a peak. Vitality of flesh and spirit, the animal essence of instinct and the human spirit of reason: both things joined, became one.
They were one.
Black became white. Darkness became light. Nothing became everything, a vast blinding, deafening, numbing wave of sensations of every conceivable kind curling up high above them, rearing into the sky, reaching above and beyond the clouds and the moon and the sun and the stars.
Body and soul attained the absolute zenith of their mortal existence.
The wave came crashing down, a roaring, primal thunder echoing from the dawn of time, on into the future far beyond reckoning, going on even unto the End of all things.
Alpha and Omega.
They were swallowed up, drowned and buried and smothered with LIFE, every sensation, every nerve ending, every neuron flashing and flaring and surging in a single, peerless, white hot eruption. Like a flash of light which surpasses even the sun, a light beyond all others, a light next to which all other light is as darkness, great beyond measure for that single instant, before it fades, and is gone, they came each one of them in and unto the other.
For a single moment in time, their joining comprised for them the entire Universe, all existence, everything they could ever care about.
Life reached its peak.
Hearts raced. Skin leaped. Screams of delight and ecstasy and euphoria all tore from their lips, a chorus, a duet, of carnal perfection, the highest point of existence attainable to the Flesh.
They died.
A small death, perhaps, a mere la petite mort, but they died nonetheless. A small part of their essence was expended, in that instant, a small part of their life force which they would never get back. They were changed, in that moment, physically and spiritually, as much as anyone would be after such a definitive event.
Beast Boy panted, skin damp with sweat, covered with goosebumps. His heart was thudding in his chest, beating out a mach twelve drum solo as he lay there in Raven's arms.
"Was that..." his shoulders heaved with every breath, words coming only slowly as he spoke. "...your first time... too?" he asked her.
Raven smiled at him; a soft, warm, loving smile so unlike what he would usually see from her.
"Yeah..." she said slowly, her words quiet, and calm, and kind, and sweet. "...it was."
She kissed him.
He kissed her back, caressing her waist, stroking softly her creamy, smooth thighs. They were firm, toned from such martial arts and physical combat techniques as she trained herself in to supplement her magic, supple and young and shapely as those of a young woman still early on in the prime of life, still not even yet having come into the fullness of her womanhood.
She let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening infinitesimally at the sensations he sent shooting through her with that single touch. He smiled at the sound of it, smiled into her lips. He had gone flaccid, finally, after coming in unto her, but he still felt it lurking just beneath the surface, ready to leap up in an instant, still full of power and vitality and the sheer potency of life.
Lust, it was.
But not only lust. Not merely animal hunger for the mating, and the joining, and the siring of young. No, that was something hard, raw and fierce and primal.
But this...
This was something softer, tenderer. Less wild, it was, less violent and savage, but no less potent, in its own way. It was a warm thing, warm like Raven's thigh beneath his hand as he gently squeezed and caressed it. And it was soft, even as a woman was: soft, but not weak.
Beast Boy pulled back from the kiss, and he wondered. He pondered such things as he scarcely ever pondered. He thought, and thunk, and thank, as he looked into Raven's eyes, her eyes which were so deep, so beautiful and mysterious and unfathomable.
He meditated, he deliberated, he ruminated, and excogitated. He considered Raven's words, her confession of love.
That was a heavy thing to lay on a guy, and it filled his gut with a strangely giddy sensation, like butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. She loved him, she said.
She loved him.
Under any other circumstances, he would have been jumping for joy, leaping over the moon in delight at learning such a thing.
But now...
Coming down from the high of lust, his libido quenched to a more maintainable level, Beast Boy could not help but wonder.
How much of what she said was true, and genuine, something she had already thought, and known, and believed for herself, and how much of it was the product of lust, of the pheromones which permeated the air around him? If the hormones going wild in his body could do what it did to all of those other girls...
...then who could say how much of what Raven did was truly because she had feelings for him, and not simply because she was horny from his man-musk, and hot for his rocks?
Darn it.
Dang it.
Dammit.
Why did this have to be so complicated?
Beast Boy hated it when things were complicated.
He wished this were simple.
Then it hit him.
"Oh... Oh, crud! CRAP! SHIT!" he swore, looking down at Raven's pussy, as she sat on the floor before him, smiling softly, beatifically up at him. He saw the traces of the wet, sticky mess seeping out of it, recalled how he had been inside of her, how he had come...
Fuck.
"Oh crap, oh shit, oh hell. I am so sorry, Rae!" he yelped, the realization hitting him all at once, the implications of the potential repercussions crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.
He'd had sex with Raven.
He'd had sex with Raven.
His penis had been in her vagina. He'd blown his load inside of her.
He hadn't been wearing protection.
"Stupid!" he growled to himself, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Dammit, BB! What'll you do if she gets pregnant?!" he demanded of himself, angry and worried and freaking the fuck out. "You idiot! Beast Boy, you idiot!" he berated himself. "You could've at least worn a condom, or something! Dammit."
He slapped his hands to his head, clutching his hair as he groaned in frustration.
He shook his head, tearing strands of hair like grass from his scalp, before letting his gaze fall.
Then he sighed.
"I am so sorry, Rae..." he told his teammate. "If... if you get knocked up because of this..." he began to say, worrying and fretting and seriously about to have a panic attack.
He then stopped, feeling Raven's hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry," she told him.
She was smiling, still.
Beast Boy furrowed his brow.
"Er... huh?" he said. "But... dude, you could get preg—!"
"I know, Beast Boy," said Raven. "That's why I did it."
He blinked.
"Eh?" he said. "Eh? Eh?" His eyes were staring at her blankly, uncomprehendingly. "Eh?" he repeated, sounding like a broken record, like he was incapable of any other utterance. His green skin was looking a shade paler, and his mouth was hanging agape.
His eyes widened.
"Duuuuude!" he suddenly shouted, the Beast_Boy OS having finally rebooted after a fatal exception. "But, why?!"
Raven frowned softly.
"Is it really so hard for you to believe that I might want to bear your children?" she asked him, looking almost hurt.
"Dude, YES!" exclaimed Beast Boy. "You can't STAND me, Rae! You... You don't really want my babies. That's, like... It's just the pharaoh-thingies talking!"
Raven then suddenly glowered at him. Her eyes glowed faintly.
"I͟͞ ̴̶w̡á̛n͞ţ ͢͞yo͝ù͝r̴̀ ̷ba̴͝͡b͏į̕es͟!̡̕͡" she snarled, her voice echoing with the multitudinous tongues of Legion. Her soul-shade was spreading to envelop all four walls of her room, and everything in it – including Beast Boy. "A͏̷̧nd̷͜ ͏͘I̶̕ ̵wi̢ll̴̀͜ ̴h̷̛av̡e̕̕ ̕͟t̛he͝m͢͟,̵̷͢ ̵e͡v́҉e͞n͞ i̶͝f̛͜ ̸Í̶͝ ̀͞m͜u̶s̶҉͝t͏́ ͘̕ŕ̨i̕͠͝p̢ ̶th̢͟͞e͞ s̨͏p̸̸̀eŗm̶̶͞ s̷̡͞t҉̵͞ra͘i͟g͠҉ht ̷̷f̸̨͠ŗo̴͟͡m̡҉ ҉yơ̴͞u̧r̕͠ ̸͠t̸̶̢e̴s͡t̛͠è̶͡s̸̀!̸͠"
Beast boy let out a frightened yelp, covering his groin protectively. Then he felt Raven's magic reach over his body as well.
"C҉́͏O̕M̨͢E̢͘̕,͟" she bellowed in a distinctly demonic voice. "J͢O̵͟͠I̛͘͘N̵̶ ̶̢͠WI̶͝TH ̶̴́M̴͢E,́ A҉̸̵ND̷ ͡ÒU̴R ̴S̨P̸̡̛A̸҉W̴҉҉Ǹ ̧̡ŚH̀Ą̷L̛͝L̕ ̨͞C̀͘ON̡͘Q̢̀͜U̡E͞R̢̢ ́͡T̡͡H̸̸̛I̸̢͝S̷͘ ͡F̕͞I̢͠L̷T̴HY̶̡ ̴̵̷W҉̧O̵͜R͜͡L͘D ̵I͏N͘ O͘͜Ų̶̀R̸ ̨̡̡N͠AM̢E͜͡!̵͢"
Beast Boy then noticed that Raven now appeared to have four, narrowed, glowing red eyes, as opposed to her usual two. Also, her skin was covered in glowing red markings that he was fairly certain had not been there earlier, and the Mark of Scath featured prominently among them.
Trigon.
"Um, creepy..." muttered Beast Boy, even as the demon possessed Raven used her telekinetic magic to pull him over to her, moving his limbs like a puppeteer moves a marionette. "Er, dude? Can I talk to Raven? Is she in there?"
As Trigon!Raven drew him even closer, forcing blood to his groin to make his dingle-dangle-dong stand up straight and tall, he/she/it/they exhaled a puff of fire.
"T̀̑͐̚҉̟͕̰͓͚͎̗H͍̯͊̂ͧͬ̂̓E̴̝̻̠̱̍́͛R̸̩͚͎̞͍̞̺ͯͥE͈ ͎̻ͩ̄͊I̤̣̺̲̭̹͆͒ͪ͊͊̊͝ͅS̺̮͎̽͑͑͟ ͖͚̯̮̯̻ͯ͐N̮̝̤̄ͫ͒̇ͧ̉ͩO͍̻̜͇̻ͨ͞ ͍̄̒̽̈̌R̸̠͉͚̺̼̈́ͅA̼̜̥͓̬͓̍̓̑̈́̈́̚V̩̼̣ͤ͌ͭ̂̓̏͛Ẻ̱͔̀ͨ͛ͅN̘͜,̢̠̻͎͈̫̳͙͐̉̉ ͛͐ͤ͏̙͇̯̻̰͔ͅO͕͂̾̍͒̐Ṅ̙͚̿̓͞L͍͔̩̫̰̪̓Y͈͕͊ͨ̉́̎̇̆ ̝̻ͪ̽̒͐ͪ́̚Z̗̺͍̜͔̈́U͖͖̼̮ͥ͂ͮ̊̈́ͩ̐U͉̅ͫ̒̓ͩ̍̀ͅL̝̪͍ͥ̀̈́̀!̢̮͔͉̯̺ͫ."
Beast Boy blinked. Then, despite the fact that he was about to be brutally raped by his teammate, who happened to be possessed by her ultra-evil archdemon father, he grinned.
"Ghostbusters reference?" he said, grinning brightly as he looked Trigon!Raven right in the red, hateful, glowing eyes. "Dude, niiice."
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