The loud crash of shattering glass and metal reverberated throughout the large mansion, waking Zatanna instantly from her drunken slumber. The female Satyress opened her eyes as a lazy smile slowly spread across her transformed features. The crash had been immediately followed by rambunctious, animalistic roars and excited laughter. It was all music to the female goat-woman's pointed ears. It seemed as if a large portion of her children had partied the night away. Or was it daytime? Honestly, Zatanna no longer gave two shits.
Just then, the king-sized bed she had been sleeping on creaked as the weight of her lover shifted and he flung a hairy arm over her own incredibly voluptuous, furry body. In his sleep he squeezed one of her four huge tits, and she moaned out wantonly at his touch. She craned her neck to look at him, the act scraping the wooden headboard with her long horns, and saw that he was still passed out. The magic user snorted out a loud giggle when she thought back to how she had worn the poor, newly-transformed Satyr out after what was maybe his eighth mind-blowing orgasm and her twelfth. Or was it his tenth and her fourteenth? It didn't matter. All she knew was that she had rode him like a stallion, and had milked his huge cock for all it was worth. Zatanna brayed out in utter sexual debauchery. She was now a creature of pure sexuality, after shedding forever the morals and responsibilities of human society. She knew Buck would have been proud of her.
"Oh, Buck!" Zatanna hissed out through clenched teeth. Her grin faded from her face, even as her Satyr-lover's cock sprang to life on its own. Zatanna began to subconsciously wiggle her huge ass as the erection teased the space between her bulbous asscheeks. Her own white-tipped tail even began to softly stroke the Satyr's meaty member, hoping to coax the goat-man awake so he could fuck her yet again. Yet, all she got for efforts was a loud, throaty snore directly in her ear and her shifted once more, this time away from Zatanna.
The Satyress rolled her eyes. Zatanna had yet to find a lover that compared to her almighty Buck, and deep down, she had accepted she never would. It was impossible. How could anyone stand up to the God that had transformed her from the poor, pathetic heroine she was and into the horny, voluptuous she-beast that had fully embraced sexual debauchery, as well as, a glutton's appreciation for food and drink? It was for that reason that Buck had to be released from his prison aboard the Justice League's Watchtower space station.
More crashes and smashes could be heard outside the door were followed by more frivolous cheering. Zatanna rubbed her bare, swollen pussy. Just the thought of Buck caused her already constantly white-hot pussy to nearly boil over. She slipped three fingers into her horny little snatch and teased her clit. The black-furred Satyress then brought her other hand to her pussy and began pumping her digits in and out. Eventually, she was lewdly humping her own hands, while rutting out like a animal in heat. All the while she had imagined Buck fucking her like His own personal fucktoy, because that's how she now saw herself. She was totally and completely His! Finally, with a loud, braying "Hnngk!", Zatanna finally came like a freight train.
Coming down from the intense orgasm, the magic user moved to sit up on the bed, causing the mattress and box-spring to creek under her astounding weight. Zatanna flung her sticky hands in the air in a long stretch and lolled her head back and forth. Her untamed hair now reached the small of her back and her horns had grown as well. Bringing her hands down she began to lick the wet digits with her coarse tongue.
"Hmmm," she moaned out, "By Buck's mighty prick, I taste fucking delicious!"
Yes, Buck needed to be freed from his prison and her progeny would help. They now numbered in the fifities. Fifty-eight, by last count. And it wouldn't just be her own children that would help her in her plan. She had taken numerous human lovers since she had accepted her full Satyress status and all that went with it. They had all been fully transformed into horny goat-men that were loyal to her cause. The fact that her arousal and pheromones wafted off of her like a sweet perfume ensured they would always be around and loyal to her cause. She was one hot fuck, after all. Then there were her fellow heroes and heroines in the Justice League that had been blessed by Buck. They too would eventually see the light! She would help them understand that by freeing Buck and submissively serving under him as he changed the entire world for the better they would know true happiness.
Just then, her Justice League communicator sounded and Zatanna looked over to a dresser where it was resting next to a bottle of wine. The Satyress rose up off the bed and made her way over to the device. She had to duck to make room for her pointed horns that scrapped the ceiling as they did the headboard earlier. Zatanna was growing so tall! So big! Her softened belly was beginning to show signs of another pregnancy and she felt a soft kick. It should have been such a proud moment for her, but she knew who the message would be from. Her face quickly formed a disgusted grimace.
Zatanna picked up the communicator in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. She brought he bottle up to her mouth and tore the cork out with her teeth. Rather than spitting the stopper out, she instead sucked it into her mouth and began to chew on it. As she did this, Zatanna played the message Diana had sent her. It was the same as it had been ever since she had gone full she-beast. The Satyress that still called herself Wonder Woman, and hosted those pathetic Satyrs Anonymous meetings, always sounded so understanding when she reached out to Zatanna. All she wanted to do was to talk. Zatanna swallowed the cork and thought of what a fucking joke it all was!
"HRRRRRUGH!!!!!" Zatanna brayed out a loud, bellowing goat-like roar. She balled the communicator in her hand, and felt it break in her strong, vice-like grip. With another loud roar, she threw what was left of the device against the wall, shattering it into pieces instantly. Her four tits and already swelling belly swelled and heaved in utter rage, and she thought back to how Diana had dared kick Buck in His glorious testicles, subduing the divine creature. It was the worst moment of her life. Zatanna brought the wine up to her mouth and downed the entire in one big gulp. Immediately, she felt a strong buzz consume her and she spiked the wine bottle before her, the sound of shattering glass enough to finally wake the slumbering Satyr that had been in bed with her.
"...th..fuck?" he mumbled, looking up at her with dazed eyes.
Zatanna hissed out in frustration, "Uggggggggghhhhhhhh! That stupid, prissy, stuck-up, nasty, BITCH! Little Miss Goody Two-Hooves! And to think, Buck fucked her! He fucked her! Made her into one of us! A fucking Satyress! And how did she repay our God? She kicked him in his divine...Uggggghhhh! I don't even want to say it! And now she wants to chat! Just a nice little chit-chat! As if I'd ever even talk to that bitch again! Ooooooooh, I hate that Amazon sooooooo, sooooooooooo much!"
Malcolm Merlyn, the owner of the mansion Zatanna had taken over and her lover from the previous night looked on as Zatanna threw her tantrum. She stomped on the shattered glass before her with her cloven hooves and her horns scraped the ceiling. He felt like he should say something, but he learned long ago not to upset a woman when she was in this state. That meant both human and Satyress. He felt his stomach rumble in hunger. The archer-turned-Satyr reached for the first thing he could find, which was the bedside lamp and began to munch on it. He watched her as she continued to stride forward, her rage simmering for now.
In a grand gesture, Zatanna flung the double doors to the room open and she stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked the large living area beneath her, her wide hips and ass barely pushing past the door frame. What she saw nearly took her breath away. Zatanna's hatred of Diana still consumed her, but the bacchanalia that waged below was something Buck Himself would have approved of.
Beneath her Zatanna's Satyr and Satyress progeny engaged in all forms of debauchery. Some of the fully-grown males and females were kissing and embracing in the corners of the spaceous, while others were engaging in lewd sex acts. The all-out incestuous display turned Zatanna on so. Others lounged about, content to sate their thirst on the several dozen kegs she had conjured up. When one was done, some of the adolescent Satyrs tested their strength by tossing the cashed kegs through the large windows in the mansion's living room. The females that looked a similar age all hooped and hollered, encouraging them to throw more and more objects around the room. Her other children in the room had simply taken to eating some of the Merlyns' expensive furniture. One fat-looking Satyr had even ripped down a framed painting of the Merlyn family and begun making a meal of it. They really would eat anything! At the center of the room was the cause of the loud crash that had woken her just minutes before. Merlyn's immense chandelier that was the room's centerpiece decoration had come crashing down. She grinned to herself, imagining any of the spirited youthful Satyrs attempting to impress their sisters by swinging on it, until it finally gave way.
The magic user's mood was quickly lightening and she felt movement from behind her and felt strong hands gripping her torso. She glanced back and saw that Merlyn had joined her on the balcony. Smiling a grin of sexual perversion, the she-beast spread her legs and breathed out a deep man as he thrust into her from behind. She met his surge wholeheartedly, and soon, the pair were once more hungrily fucking, this time for all of her brood to see. Her loud moans and goat-like ruts could be heard throughout the large space and they all slowly looked up to see their mother getting fucked like a common slut.
Zatanna gazed down at her children with half-lidded eyes. She moaned out wantonly when Merlyn cupped two of her four tits and squeezed hard. A trickle of her milk spurted out, driving her even more mad with lust and desire. Yes, the Satyr life was the life for her and soon, she would make sure all of her fellow heroes and heroines would embrace the same wild, carefree existence. They would make a new Eden on Earth and at the center would be Buck, and at his feet would be herself, the Satyr slut, Zatanna!
Zatanna's last delirious thought before Merlyn once more shot his load in her horny cunt was that all would serve Buck! All except maybe Diana. That stupid bitch!