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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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Despite the presence of nine beautiful, terrifyingly horny young superheroines in the same room as him, Beast Boy managed to fall asleep easily. He was exhausted from everything that had happened so far, and he just wanted to rest. Even with the help of Raven's magic, a body could only go through so much before it needed to rest.
Beast Boy was tired. He fell asleep easily. He began to snore, curling up under Raven's blankets like a lump on a log. He was on the expressway to dreamland before his head even hit the pillow.
The girls watched and waited. Raven, Starfire, Blackfire, Terra, Kitten, Argent, Supergirl, Nightwing, and Arrowette all. They returned briefly each to their own affairs, awaiting patiently for when their turns would come.
And several of them secretly plotted.

Beast Boy was having a blast in his dream. He was riding a moped down a street.
A flying moped, down a street paved with gold. Plus, it was lined with videogame stores and movie rental places, as well as comic book shops (several of these establishments prominently displaying rare and valuable issues from Wakamono Shukan available for very low prices), and even a number of vegetarian-friendly food kiosks. It was clean and brightly light, with trees lining the sidewalks and no grime or litter visible, and the sky above was a clear, sunny blue free of pungent, industrial smog.
It was, in a word, an ideal hangout for Garfield Logan, who loved city life, but somewhat ironically not so much the dirt or pollution that came with it. And he was just riding down the street on his awesome flying moped, grinning like a madman as he casually blew kisses to his adoring fans.
"Thank you, ladies~" he said, clicking his tongue as he winked at a couple of particularly buxom young blondes. A multitude of squees and giggles and declarations of love arose from the throng of his nubile, adoring fangirls.
"We love you, Beast Boy!" they cried in unison with hearts in their eyes. "Marry me!" also was added by the more daring lasses, and an audacious few even gave exclamations like "I want to have your babies!" or even lewder, more graphic descriptions of all the ways they wanted to show their admiration for him.
Panties and bras flew thick through the air as BB's fans bombarded him with their dainties and their delicates and just every manner of young women's lingerie you could think of. And the changeling was grinning cheerfully all throughout the highly suggestive downpour.
"You girls are too kind!" he declared suavely, waving to his fans from his moped. "I love all of you beautiful ladies!"
His fangirls' squeals were almost loud enough to shatter glass. And at the head of the crowd, notably, strode two strangely familiar girls. One was a slender, tomboyishly-dressed blonde with blue eyes, a black T-shirt, and tight khaki daisy dukes. The other was a pale, fairly well-endowed goth with short violet hair and irises of a matching shade.
These two girls seemed to be the most vocal, and Beast Boy might have felt a little intimidated by how aggressively they were flirting with him and praising him and proclaiming their undying love for him. It was a little too intense, even for a Casanova like him, and it was actually making him a tiny bit nervous...
And even as the seeds of paranoia started to sprout in the rocky soil of his mind, Beast Boy noticed the zipper of the blonde's shorts suddenly come down, her daisy dukes riding gradually but progressively lower on her hips with every step she took. Furthermore, her T-shirt seemed to get smaller somehow, or else maybe it was just being hiked up by the movements of her torso as she walked, baring more of her lean, toned abdomen.
BB gulped, feeling a lump form in his throat and a bulge arise in his pants as he caught a snatch of golden flax beneath an increasingly inconsequential veil of old, worn khaki. His eyes were glued to this sight, and his flying swerved and dipped erratically as he lost focus on driving it.
The blonde smiled seductively, slipping her thumbs down the sides of her shorts as she casually teased them a little lower, swaying her hips with a womanly gravitas as she walked.
The other girl, the gothic violette walking next to the blonde, was dressed in catholic schoolgirls outfit, of all things, and the buttons of the blouse appeared to have been very poorly done, because now and again one of them would come undone, exposing a little bit more of her generous, pale cleavage. By now he could catch occasional glimpses of the lacy red bra the girl was wearing underneath her shirt, so much of her bosom was bared by now. But that was not what really caught his attention.
No, what made him gape and stare was not the cleavage the girl was exposing (though it certainly was some very heavenly stuff) but rather her lips, and the way they curved and lifted and subtly dimpled her cheeks as she smiled.
Her smile. That one single expression made him feel like his head had been soaking in too many sunbeams, his face getting hot and his brain feeling strangely light and spinny as he stared at her smile. Her eyes seemed to twinkle with mirth, with affectionate delight as she looked at him, and this light in her beautiful pools was so deep and sublime that almost he felt like he was drowning in lilac and incense and warmth.
His stomach flip-flopped as he glanced from one girl to the other, blonde and violette, tomboy and goth. One wore brown, heavy-looking gloves, which was a rather odd fashion statement, and she had a pair of goggles dangling around her slender, smooth neck. The other had a crystal, small and red, seemingly embedded right there in the middle of her forehead – It really brings out her ajna chakra, a part of him thought, perplexing Beast Boy greatly with the obscurity, yet also strange familiarity, of the term.
He felt like he should recognize these two girls, as he glanced from one to the other, by now having completely forgotten all prior thoughts of vehicular operation as he stared openly and unabashedly at their lovely faces and bodies, taking in everything about their appearance and the way they moved, so confident and seductive that he felt lost, almost, in desire as he beheld them. His moped swerved downward quite suddenly, perhaps a result of BB unknowingly jerking the controls as he ogled these two beautiful ladies, and the other girls behind them. He didn't notice his sudden descent, though, until he heard the crunch of metal from moped crashing into the pavement, and felt the impact against the hard, if smooth, ground.
The last thing he saw before losing consciousness were those two pairs of eyes, one violet, one blue, both filled with laughter and lust and self-assured femininity.
Then the sky went black.

Beast Boy groaned. He could feel himself shivering, colder than he should have been. The back of his head was also hurting, and his feet felt like they were thoroughly entangled in something – probably blankets.
"Ugh," he muttered, bringing his hands up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Did I fall out of my bed again...?" He meant this simply as a rhetorical question posed to himself, but remarkably he actually got an answer.
A dry, amused answer.
"Yes and no," said a familiarly raspy, female voice. "You fell out of bed alright, but not out of your bed."
Beast Boy's cheeks immediately burned up, flashing hot like someone had just dumped a bucket of smoldering coals on his head.
"Ah!" he yelped, tearing his hands from his eyes and shooting up into a sitting position. His forest green peepers were as wide and round and dinner plates as he stared at the source of that voice, and his jaw was hanging slightly ajar, like a door on loose hinges. "Raven! What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed, his cheeks bordering on luminously erubescent. "...and why are you naked?" he added a second later.
The half-demon empath gave him an astonishingly sultry grin, and for a moment the changeling wondered just how hard he had bumped his noggin. But then he heard another voice speak.
"Well, it is her room," said a certain slender, blonde geokinetic, laughter bubbling just beneath her words.
"Terra?" said Beast Boy, turning his head to see his former crush and current he-didn't-know-what sitting on the end of Raven's bed. She was in a more advanced state of dress than Raven, but only insofar as she still had a shirt on.
(And no bra underneath, from what he could see of the distinctive nubs poking through the fabric...)
"In the flesh," said she, grinning foxily at Beast Boy. "Glad to see you remember my name, at least!"
She laughed at her own little joke. Beast Boy humored her with a weak chuckle, but the reminder of the alleged amnesia Terra had suffered from for a while after her seemingly miraculous depetrification left him with a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. It was difficult to bite back the grimace that threatened to dawn on his face at the memory of how lost he had felt back then. Part of him still felt a little betrayed that Terra hadn't been able to remember him, even as irrational as it was to think such.
There was a reason he had kept a distance from her, even after she had regained her memories. His feelings were still very tangled and confused, and the status of his relationship with Miss Markov – if there had ever even been one to begin with – was complicated to say the least. And the sight of Terra standing up and putting her hands on her naked, slender hips in a confident stance, giving him a crystal clear view of her tantalizing nether regions, did not do a single damned thing to make matters any simpler for him.
Belatedly, the shapeshifter looked down at his own body, and saw that he himself was also in a very advanced state of undress, adorned in naught save a wee blue ribbon tied about the base of his little beast.
Well. As if things couldn't possibly get any more awkward.
"Uh, why am I naked?" he ventured to ask after a moment of heavy silence. He was still a little groggy from being so rudely awakened by the dastardly duo of gravity and Raven's bedroom floor, and could not for the life of him recall how he had come to be in this decidedly compromising position. "...and in Raven's room?"
Terra and Raven shared a curiously meaningful look with one another, something that did absolutely nothing to allay Garfield Logan's growing sense of dread.
"Well, it is hardly practical to have sex while dressed," said Raven dryly, causing Terra to snicker and Beast Boy to pale.
"Sex?!" yipped the latter, his voice pitched an octave or two higher than normal.
"Yeah," said the former, waving a hand dismissively. "That's true. It's a lot easier when you're naked. More fun, too." She was clearly commenting on Raven's remark, and not Beast Boy's, which she seemed to ignore.
"Rae? Did we really do it?" the green teen asked his teammate, silently hoping this was just a joke. Even as horny as he'd been, lately, to go all the way to third base with Raven seemed unbelievably improper, for a number of it.
The empath gave Beast Boy an unnervingly warm smile, her eyes softening as they gazed into his.
"Yes," she told him frankly, sounding very pleased for some reason. "We did it. And it was incredible, too."
Her eyes twinkled with something like affection, and Beast Boy felt himself blush once more.
"Ummm..." he said, a little overwhelmed by this. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it...?"
He trailed off, then, eyes widening infinitesimally as his head started finally clearing up. The memories were coming back to him now, and they were very incriminating.
"Oh. Oh," he said quietly, recalling now the details of his present circumstances. This was the second time in one day (at least, he assumed it was still the same day) that he had woken up after blacking out, but from the absence of anyone else in the room, it seemed to him apparent that this time had been a decidedly longer period of unconsciousness. "Dude, I'm in rut. Seriously? How did anybody think this was a good idea?"
"Think what was a good idea?" asked Terra, cocking her head to one side curiously as she looked down at Beast Boy.
"To leave me in the Tower with a bunch of scary hot babes," he replied. "Er, no offense," he added, uncertain whether what he had just said could be taken in a negative light.
"None taken," replied Raven. "I'm find it flattering that you think I'm scary. And a babe."
"And I certainly wouldn't mind hearing you call me hot more often," added Terra, grinning brightly and suggestively.
Beast Boy blushed, feeling pointedly aware of the current limited states of dress of all three of them.
"Well, okay," he said awkwardly, trying to ignore the distinctive stirring below his belt. "But, seriously though, what if I get someone pregnant?" he said worriedly. Even as relatively young and foolhardy as he could seem, Garfield Logan was not naive. Not by half.
"Don't worry about it, BB," came a very familiar voice from somewhere behind him, distinctly tinny as though coming through a speaker. The changeling turned around to see a small, floating drone with a monitor displaying the face of his best friend and teammate, Cyborg. "That isn't a problem."
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