The melee which had enveloped the entirety of the living room quite suddenly stopped.
The girls, moving as if they were all but members of single, large, buxom organism, turned to face the all-green changeling. Their eyes lit up with something he found himself really wishing he wasn't able to identify.
Lust.
Pure, unthinking, animal lust.
Beast Boy could not help but get immediately get the mental image of large, powerful bull moose butting heads, locking antlers as they fought for the right to mate with a particularly desirable cow. And, with a moment of somewhat frightening clarity, Beast Boy realized that – in this scenario – he was the cow.
And now the female bulls had turned their full attention on him.
For a second, Beast Boy was frozen in place. He was petrified, like a deer caught in headlights. The desire to procreate warred with the instinct of self preservation. For a single moment in time, lust was locked in conflict with fear as Beast Boy was eyed like a piece of tofu bacon by these beautiful, horny, but also terrifying young women.
Lust warred with fear.
And somehow, someway, fear won out.
Without a second thought, Garfield Logan turned tail and began to flee for his goddamn life.
The lovely ladies grinned, licking their lips as they saw the object of their pheromone-driven desires turn tail and turn into a deer, springing out down the hall with considerable speed. They split up, setting off in pursuit after him.
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