In the quarters of Zatanna the Magician at the Hall of Justice, the woman sat at a table surrounded by trinkets and books that she had been collecting for some time, not for any dire situation really, just a hobby really. NONE of the items were dangerous, not by any stretch of the imagination but they were certainly powerful. One was a crystal ball that told her when she had forgotten something, she got that cheap at a shop in little china. One was a voodoo doll of Batman with over a dozen pins in its crotch… She checked, and it wasn’t Bruce, though it looked strangely like him if it weren’t for the weird owl motif. One item was a magic conch that played music, too bad it had lousy taste in 80’s retro. Each of the items was a treasure in one way or another, though really it was a good example of magic gone to waste. Except for what she had in her hands at the moment.

When she did a tour in Greece she managed to find a small clay statue of a goat’s skull in a back alley market, the proprietor claimed it was magical and being dirt cheap she bought it to find out. “Well, well…” Hummed the woman, examining the thing in her hands under a desk light. “It Seems he wasn’t kidding, you’re not just magical you’re REALLY magical!” Feeling out the energies it gave off the little clay statue gave off as much power as one of Jason Blood’s crystal ball prisons. “Wonder what you were used for?’ Setting the thing down she got up to pull a book off of one of her shelves to identify the clay skull, setting down the dusty old tome she peeled back page after page trying to find out what it was used for, blinking tiredly when after several hours she came up with nothing. Resting her head over her hand she blinked and yawned, pulling page another page when her elbow slipped off the table’s edge and accidently sent the clay skull crashing to the ground.

“Ooops.”

With the clay skull in pieces Zatanna blew a strand of hair out of her eyes, shrugging her tired shoulders. “Well, at least it didn’t cost me anything.”

Instantly she sobered up when the pieces began to glow, and a plume of smoke billowed out from the floor. Standing up, Zatanna backed away when the smoke reached the ceiling and began to take shape, taking on the form of a creature before the mist faded. Standing right in front of her was a tall muscular creature covered in shaggy brown fur, its feet were cloven with hooves and its head bore a pair of horns that stuck out at least a foot. But what really caught Zatanna’s attention was the erection bobbing from its waist! It was bigger than her forearm and just as thick, with a pair of balls that looked comparable to apple or oranges. Blinking back the woman instantly knew what it was but was still taken back by it.

It was a goat man, a satyr.

“FREE! Finally, free after… How many years has it been? Oh who cares, who’s up for some fun? Do people still eat, drink and fuck with wild abandon anymore or is that taboo again?”

“You’re a… A…”

Turning to look at Zatanna, the Satyr leered over her figure before brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes like a male model putting the moves on her. “Well hello beautiful! You in for a bit of ‘pole dancing or do you want to get a drink first?” There was a smell in the air that made Zatanna’s eyes flutter and her cheeks blush. It smelled like cinnamon and oats and it made her feel hot all over. Caught off guard she felt him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close, the smell making her almost drool at its potency. “The name’s Buck… Rhymes with Fuck, you wanna?”

“Wha… Wait, YOU were in that little goat skull statue? That was a prison for you?!”

“Yeah, turns out I was a wee bit overindulgent for Demeter’s taste, so she slapped me in there when I wrecked a town… Too bad, that was fun. Drinking and eating none stop and having fun with the ladies got on her nerves, especially when I had a good herd going too after I changed a couple of them. But thanks to you I can go back to what’s fun… So, let’s have some fun.” Gesturing with his eyebrows the horny Satyr held Zatanna in his grip, and the magician found it getting more and more difficult to keep her composure with him so close.

*

Zatanna drowned in his deep, brown eyes; the flickering flame of evil delight that danced behind them drawing her in; like a moth to a flame. The fingers of her right hand were already kneading themselves into his broad left shoulder hard enough to leave marks and it took nothing for her left hand to fly up and caress Buck behind his pointed right ear.

The young female magician moaned as her cum trickled down her fishnet clad thighs. Buck’s long red pointy tongue flicked out from his crooked smile.

“I smell a virgin or I’m Hestia’s bastard son,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry. Old Buck’s monster will set you a right. A fine first fuck from ol’ Buck to start you off on your way. That’s what you want, Beautiful. Not some thimble fingered eunuch of a disappointing mortal. Nothing but the best for my beauty.”

“Wo nemfof fost nap gnik cufy m’ra et dnasre dnepsu sotesohy t’nap!” Zatanna screamed as she vaulted onto Buck’s giant penis.

Zatanna wrapped her arms around the mighty Satyr’s neck and her booted legs around his waist and thrust down as fiercely as she could to impale herself as far as possible on that impossible organ.

Her head snapped back, black tresses falling back along her back to her coat tails, and her eyes popped out as her scream of utter agony was dashed away in a sinful sea of sexual ecstasy. She grunted like a beast and thrust down again and again, grinding against Buck as he skipped around her temple to tranquillity matching thrust for thrust. Her mascara streaked down her face from tears of pain and joy from eyes that shone with unnatural lust over the broad, shaggy shoulder of her seducer. Zatanna big down on her knuckles to stem her screams and drank her own hot passionate blood as it stained her lips. It didn’t matter that this sex crazed stranger had torn apart her white silk blouse, or covered her exposed pert breasts with his saliva. It didn’t matter that her hips felt like they were splitting as if in child birth, after all she was being reborn, wasn’t she? Reborn into a world the antithesis of her orderly, restrained, law abiding, life. It didn’t matter his long rough tongue had snaked into her mouth and found a soft willing partner or that he stank of stale sex and she could smell her own cum mingling with his. She was bursting free of her constraining comfort zone, her cocoon, and she was going to be like a butterfly and soar! All that mattered now was that Buck was fucking her as he’d promised, and she’d do anything to ensure he didn’t stop.

As the couple cavorted around Zatanna's private space, Buck suddenly started to sing, or ramble off, a series of outrageous doggerel which the raven-haired heroine didn’t pick up on at first but was soon laughing and singing merrily along with before two more circuits of her dishevelled quarters had been done.

*

Waking up on the floor Zatanna held her head and groggily looked around her quarters, the whole place was a mess like it had been trashed. Slowly getting up she regretted the act when her hips gave out and she fell back to the floor, hearing a noticeable ‘squish’ when she landed on her bottom. “What the hell?” Looking down at herself her buttoned blouse was ripped open and her bloomers were gone, between her legs was a puddle of… something gooey that was as thick as house paint smeared all over her crotch and thighs, the stuff making up a large puddle where she sat. Getting a better look around she found her bra hanging from a lamp shade and her stuff scattered around the floor. “Geez Zatanna what did you do last night?” Slowly getting her bearings, the show magician finally started to remember; how she found a clay statue that broke and released a satyr of all things, named… Buck? And how she ended up riding his third leg for hours in this very room, practically wrapped around his body while he plumbed her inner depths with that log of his… And was there rock music in the background? The whole time it felt like she was drunk or stoned, his natural musk just sent her into a sexual frenzy, just like in those stupid axe body spray commercials.

The memories made her smile sleepily, her eyes fluttering before she snapped out of it and got to her feet after a few tries. When she got up and leaned against the desk for support she took a better look around and frowned when she picked up one of her ancient tomes… To find a great big bite mark in it like it was a cookie.

“That son of a bitch!”

Apparently ‘Buck’ felt peckish after screwing her seven ways through Sunday and ATE some of her things! The book in her hand was priceless and he took a big bite out of it like it was a waffle!

“No wonder Demeter had him sealed away.” Fuming, she tried cleaning herself up and salvaged what she could of her costume. “When I get my hands on him, I’m gonna…”