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Mating Season	By : EvilFuzzy Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Threesomes Plus Views: 47302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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When Beast Boy awoke, it was with a feeling of being profoundly rested and refreshed. He felt a thrumming vitality in his belly, and his veins pulsed with living energy. His eyelids felt light, eyes fresh and clear. The instant he sat up, he felt his mind whirring at a breakneck pace as it tried to catch him up to whatever had just happened.
What was he doing in Raven's room? That was the first thing he wondered, upon taking in his immediate surroundings.
It took him a second to notice the number of girls who were present. When he did, however, his memory was promptly jogged. In his mind, he recalled an image of Raven's eyes staring into his with rather uncanny tenderness and desire. Next, it was an image of the empath's naked body, and Raven's sex joined with his.
Then he recalled Starfire, from both before and after his little rendezvous with Rae. His cheeks were dusted a dark, dusky maroon with embarrassment as he remembered his present circumstances – he was in rut (rut! that's what it was, RUT! not heat!), in... sneeze-glass raft orca? Was that what Star had called it?
Well, something like that, at any rate.
But. The point was, he was alone in Titans Tower. At least, aside from all of the horny superheroines and villainess...es? Villainesses? Was that the plural form of villainess?
...actually, was villainess even a real word to begin with?
Eh. Whatever. That wasn't important. What WAS important, though, was the mental note he made that the girls in the room seemed to be in nearly the exact same positions as they had been when he'd blacked out.
How much time had passed?
"Up already?" he heard a sultry, confident, female voice purr oh-so-seductively. It was Blackfire, still hovering above Beast Boy, a playful smirk on her admittedly very pretty face.
"Um, I dunno," Beast Boy said, still a little dazed and out of it. "How long was I down? Er, out?"
"Just a tick, luv," said Argent. "Raven did a fine job with... whatever it were she was doin' with ye."
"Yeah," added Nightwing, dressed in naught but the significantly scanty lingering tatters of her uniform. "It was only about ten seconds or so." She gave him a smile. "But you're looking pretty well-rested, if I must say so myself," she added almost as an afterthought, casting a glance over Beast Boy's crotch.
Kitten giggled, leering eagerly at the stiffie BB just now realized himself to once more be sporting.
"Yes," she commented agreeably, eyes twinkling frightfully bright with mischief and lust. "You're looking good enough to eat, my sexy little Beastie-Boo~!"
Beast Boy's blush deepened, half from the embarrassing pet name, and half from the way the blonde was eyeing him. He glanced aside to the wall, to where Raven was reclining in a lazy sort of half-lotus position. And Star was sitting there, too, leaning her tall, deceptively powerful frame against her friend's body.
Both smiled at him, when they noticed his gaze being pointed in their direction. Starfire gave him a happy little wave, and Beast Boy saw a bit of a twinkle in Rae's dark eyes.
"So, uh..." he heard himself start to say. "What did you do to me, then?"
Raven's smile widened infinitesimally.
"It was a simple enchantment," she said offhandedly, even a bit dismissively. "Just a spell to recharge you... and maybe also exponentially enhance your innate vitality and libido," she added half under her breath, the words spoken quickly and softly.
Beast Boy still picked them up, of course, with his sharp ears, but he had no idea what they meant. Of course, he was used to this when dealing with Raven, so he shrugged it off. He had a pretty good notion of what she'd done, anyways.
His currently revitalized erection, for instance, was a pretty good indicator.
"Sooo, you zapped away my tiredness?" he said. "Have I got that right, Rae?"
Raven nodded.
"More or less," she told him. "And you shouldn't be getting tired again anytime soon, either."
"Huh. Neat," said Beast Boy. "That actually sounds pretty usefuuuuuuUUU—!"
His words trailed off into an incoherent, squealing groan as he felt something very soft, and very warm, envelop his dick, pressing down into his crotch with a very pleasant weight. Or, rather, it was two very large somethings, round and supple and shapely.
Beast Boy let out a slight yelp, when he realized what, exactly, it was.
He had no idea how or where Blackfire had been hiding those enormous bunker busters, but, feeling her squeeze his little beast between them, Gar found that he didn't really care. He was just reveling in the sensation of her breasts wrapping around his manhood, squeezing it in a heavenly softness that until now he could have only imagined.
THEN he finally turned his gaze back to Blackfire, just in time to see her plant a kiss on the tip of his thick, meaty celery stalk. He felt her tongue tease the slit of...
Whoa.
Stars danced in BB's vision, and Komand'r of Tamaran swallowed his seed with a smug grin. Absently, Beast Boy noticed amethyst eyes dance with a playful spark as they flicked over to match the gaze of twin, smoldering emeralds.
"I'd accuse him of being a quick shot," said Blackfire, after licking her lips clean, "except that it took him forever to blow his load in you, my sweet baby sister." She smirked. "I guess I'm just that much better at knowing how to please a man, hm?"
Violet eyes twinkled, and Starfire sniffed imperiously.
"Do not think that you can get me to lower myself to be at the same present conversational elevation as you, Sister dearest," said Starfire haughtily. "Just because you will do the korfka with anyone, you think you are an expert..."
Blackfire grinned dangerously at her sister. It showed many teeth, and little mirth.
"Are you calling me a slut?" she asked lowly, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"You are the one who said it," Starfire declared. "I did not." She then gave her sister a slight, scarcely noticeable smirk. "But, yes, that is what I am calling you, sister." The corners of her lips tilted up ever so slightly. "Why? Does it leave you feeling the bothered?"
Blackfire smirked, turning her gaze back to Beast Boy, who was glancing worriedly between the two sisters. Or was it arousedly? Well, she didn't particularly care, so long as he was looking at them.
And he most certainly WAS. Especially at their breasts.
Blackfire did not blame him for this, though. She knew perfectly well that her tits were amazing, and she supposed that her little sister wasn't even that far behind her, in that department.
Her smirk grew a little larger, and she met Beast Boy's eyes they next time they flicked over her – and, in particular, over her naked upper body. She licked her lips suggestively, and she saw the charming green changeling's eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Quite," she said, in answer to her sister's question. "And hot, too," she purred, scooting forward a little closer into BB's body. She wrapped her arms around his waist, then added, "But... I'll be whatever Gar wants me to be..."
Blackfire crawled onto the shapeshifter's lap, planting a kiss on his lean, green chest. She smirked at the sound of his whimpering as she trailed her way across his pecs – not large, perhaps, but hardly without definition. The other girls grinned and hooted suggestively when she then took one of Beast Boy's dark green nipples into her mouth, pressing her bosom into the changeling's abdomen as she licked and lightly nibbled the stiff, sensitive nub.
She felt his hardness twitch against her own abdomen, stiffening and engorging to near its limit as she teased his tasty body, and the exiled princess of Tamaran knew that he was ready. She certainly was, at the very least.
With a grin, she removed her lips from Beast Boy's nipple and proceeded to lift herself all the way up onto his lap, before taking his great, green, rigid horn in hand and stabbing it upwards into her womanhood. Beast Boy gasped, faintly, at the sensation of entering into Blackfire's burning blossom, and the sultry Tamaranian planted a kiss on his cheek before drawing her body up straight. With her height, relative to the changeling's, this put the lad right on eye level with her beautiful, heaving alien bosom.
Beast Boy opened his mouth, perhaps to moan, perhaps to make an attempt at the "dirty talking", or maybe even just to dumbly compliment the exile's considerable rack. Whatever the case, he did not get the chance to voice anything before Blackfire grabbed his face and mashed it into her cleavage, smothering the shapeshifter in her glorious tangerine tits.
He made some muffled noises, causing Blackfire to purr delightedly as she felt his mouth working futilely against her bosom. After a few minutes of this, though, he gradually settled down, caught up as he was in the rhythm of Blackfire's pelvis grinding against his. He stopped talking, or attempting to talk, and instead began to really reciprocate.
He pulled his head back, out of Blackfire's breasts just enough to begin properly attending to them with his lips, kissing them eagerly and hungrily. He suckled greedily at her nipples like a babe at its mother's teat, and he began running his hands up and down her back, tracing the curvature of her spine up and down from as high as the base of her neck to as low as the swell of her buttocks.
Beast Boy seemed to marvel, somewhat, at her curves, exploring Blackfire's body with an obvious sense of wonder even as he rocked his hips in time with hers, bouncing the lovely, dark, alien powerhouse up and down on his lap. He squeezed and stroked and fondled her body as she rocked about, all about on his cock. She hopped on his "pop" until he popped her top, nibbling her nipples as she came and she came with moans and groans all over his bone as he owned her poon.
...So to speak.
"Oh! Wonderful!" cried Blackfire in delight, her eyes flashing a pulsar violet as the sensations of orgasm wracked her frame. She threw her head back, powerful beams flaring up from her eyes as she momentarily lost all control of her body. "You are wonderful!" she screamed ecstatically, speaking of course to Beast Boy. "You are a lord among lovers! Your cock is my drug!" she shamelessly praised him, quite purposefully stroking the changeling's ego as she squeezed down on his hot and hard, throbbing... id.
Of course, Beast Boy soon came quickly right after her, in a manner of speaking, pumping up with all the milk she could drink. He let out a groan, and looked up at Blackfire's face, removing his lips at last from her chest.
The tight Tamaranian rebel smiled at him, and Beast Boy noticed a rather large hole in the ceiling right above them.
"Whoa," he said, seeing that the hole looked almost large enough to fit a compact car through. "Is that something all Tamaranians do? Or is just you and Star?" he inquired innocently.
"Just the ones with eye-beams," replied Komand'r with a wink, pulling herself off of the shapeshifter's erection with a decidely satisfied look on her face.
"Mmmm, but my," she then added, a second later, smiling foxily at Beast Boy. "You really are one fine ride, you stud."
He blushed softly at this comment, averting his gaze from Blackfire's.
"Um," he stammered briefly, scratching his cheek self-consciously. "...so are you?" he told her hesitantly, sounding uncertain as to whether or not he thought this was the right thing to say.
Apparently it was, however (for Blackfire, at least), as the buxom Tamaranian beauty immediately laughed, giving him a vulpine grin.
"You have such a way with words, cutie. You always know exactly how to make me laugh," she purred, sounding at least partially teasing with the way her eyes were twinkling. "Women love a man with a sense of humor, you know," she then remarked a second later, seemingly almost as an afterthought.
Beast Boy's cheeks were positively glowing at that remark, and his eyes were bright with a surprisingly youthful enthusiasm. He beamed at Blackfire.
"Well, I have plenty more where that came from, baby doll," he declared confidently, giving her a wide, toothy grin and an almost comically exaggerated attempt at a suave pose, raising his thumbs up and pointing both index fingers at the extraterrestrial outcast while making two short clicks with his tongue.
Blackfire giggled.
"Maybe next time, hon," she said, smiling with both her eyes and her mouth as she went to take a liedown on Raven's bed. "I imagine the others are getting pretty antsy for their own turns."
She cast her gaze over Nightwing, Kitten, and Argent, who were all eyeing Beast Boy with undisguised hunger written all over their faces.
Beast Boy briefly felt the urge to gulp nervously at the way the girls were raping him with their eyes, and for a moment he considered fleeing now while he still had a chance to get away. He'd actually been having plenty of... well, fun... so far, but the more he fucked, the more the unthinking lust of rut receded.
And thus also the more clearly he perceived that this was probably a Bad Idea.
Especially considering the riding crop in Kitten's hand, and the way she was leering at him in a way that made him feel more like the prey than the predator... which he probably WAS, honestly. So far it was really the girls who were initiating things while he just kinda... sit back and let them.
For a moment, Beast Boy wondered why this did not particularly wound his usually so sensitive pride. Maybe it was because he was nonetheless ultimately still the one over whom all of these babes were going nuts? Because the fact that they were so hot for him, pharaoh-thingies or otherwise, certainly did do a lot for his self image.
It was nice, perhaps, to know that he was able to get all of these girls so hot and bothered just by being there. Mating season or not, it still made his masculine pride swell a little.
And this, more than anything, was probably why he did not resist when Kitten stepped forward, tore off her tight pink pajama's to bare her nice, modest, girl-next-door body all while she menacingly brandished her riding crop.
"You know, I always did want a pony of my own..." the blonde remarked conversationally as she walked up to Beast Boy and crouched down, sitting casually on his lap. She did not penetrate herself on him, but she sat right above his hardness, backing her soft, spoiled sweet posterior up against him.
Garfield Logan's eyes rolled back in his head a little, feeling the blonde's supple white bread buttocks so tightly sandwiching his one hundred percent vegetarian-friendly sausage.
Kitten smirked at the look on his face, and she wagged her rear end a little bit side to side, teasing his manhood between her lower cheeks. Beast Boy hissed through tightly clenched teeth, shivers running up his spine from the incredible things Kitten was making him feel.
"Well, feel free to ride me all you want," he distantly heard himself say, bucking his hips up against Kitten's bum.
The blonde's smirk became outright devilish at this.
"Tee hee~" she giggled with a sinister sort of sweetness, eyes twinkling wickedly. "But you're much bigger than any pony," she purred suggestively, before sadistically adding: "And much less well-behaved, too."
She then brought the riding crop down on Beast Boy's chest.
His vision briefly filled with OH GOD PAIN, multicolored stars winking in and out of a blinding white field, dancing a jig in cleated clogs right on top of his retinas. The air was forced from his lungs, for an instant, by the hot, sharp, searing agony, and unable to see the damage he found himself fancying that he could feel blood seep out from where she had struck him.
For a moment, as the pain began to fade from a sharp stabbing sensation into a sort of dull buzz, endorphines rushing in to temporarily deaden his poor, abused nerve endings, Beast Boy wondered why the other girls weren't doing anything to help him.
Then he looked up at Kitten's evilly grinning, yet still undeniably pretty face, as well her modest, round, perky bosom and her smooth, pale, creamy abdomen, leading down to the small, neatly groomed bush of daffodil-golden pubic hair which crowned her visibly moist maidenhood, which burned hot against his navel as she torturously ground his bone between her buttocks. And. He realized, at that moment, that he was actually feeling even harder than ever.
Oh.
Well then.
THAT was certainly a little surprising. I mean, since when had he been a masochist?
But then his trail of thought was cut off when he felt Kitten cruelly scrape her fingernails ever-so-lightly across the sore, aching welt on his chest, and suddenly his brain burned out for an instant as his loins erupted in a sublimely excruciating surge of guilty pleasure.
He did not pass out, nor soften, thanks to the effects of Raven's spell. But the frighteningly delighted expression on Kitten's face made him wonder if maybe it wouldn't have been better if he had.
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