Whenever I use a superhero with the term 'boy' in their title, DeviantArt has a panic attack, regardless of if the character has canonically been in their mid-30s since the 1970s, married three times, and physically looks like a 40 year old Arnold Schwazennegar, so I'm just going to call Beast Boy 'Beast Man' and be done with it.

All characters 18+.

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There was the sense of a bacchanalia taking place in the Themysciran palace that evening. Rugs and silk pillows had been piled on the broad stairs to the throne room so that Amazons could recline, feasting on grapes like the Greeks of old while watching the thin column of black smoke rise over the island from the distant temple of Hestia. Some stood with hands raised to the sky, dancing amidst the the flecks of grey ash that blew in the warm breeze. One of them, lost in the moment, even extended her tongue to catch one like a flake of snow, only to be reprimanded by a swift smack on the back of the head by her fellow Amazons. Others raised goblets of wine to Diana as she passed, congratulating her on her 'victory over the men'.

Diana marched past them, throwing open the doors to the throne room. "Mother! How can you just sit there? They are burning Cyborg's penis."

Courtiers spluttered into the goblets at the use of the forbidden P-word.

"Please don't swear, dear," Hippolyta replied calmly. "And why do you raise your voice to me? Am I the keeper of your friends' organs? The priestess says the man threw it into the flames of his own volition. Clearly he was not very attached to it."

"The man was in a state of religious ecstasy. Drunk on kykeon you provided him - he has no idea what he consented to," Diana snapped. "Don't pretend you didn't orchestrate this. I may have been away from this island, but I know a man isn't ordained as a vestal without your say-so. And do you even know how many women Victor has lain with? Your sacred 'virgin' must have a list as long as his arm!"

"Victoria is a virgin when it comes to men, and that is all that matters. Also I was feeling magnanimous." Hippolyta angled her head curiously at her daughter. "Is there something the matter? Was it not your idea to bring our peoples closer together? I have offered her permanent sanctuary. You can't say closer than that."

"This was a week's vacation," Diana groaned. "When he wakes up tomorrow and realises what he's done..."

A fleck of ash wafted into the throne room, alighting on her mother's knee. She brushed it away idly. For the first time, Diana's attention was drawn to the cat nestled on Hippolyta's lap. It was green.

"Mother..." Diana growled through gritted teeth. "What have you done?"

Hippolyta followed her gaze and smiled, stroking the fur at the base of the cat's tail, her fingers teasing along its thick, feminine ass. Its head rolled in addled pleasure and it rubbed itself against the Queen's armored bosom, purring.

"This creature thought it could jump into my lap and live to tell the tale. The impudence! Like its brethren-," Hippolyta spat the word. "-it takes whatever liberties it can with the women of this island. When I found out what it could do, I was within my rights as Queen to make it turn itself into a fish and roast it slowly over a fire. But I am forgiving. And there was entertainment to be had having it perform, turning itself into a whole menagerie. Honestly I'm starting to see why Circe enjoys it so much," she laughed. "I'm still trying to determine a fitting punishment for him. A decade clearing mice from the Temple of Artemis might be sufficient. On the other hand, I am in need of a new steed..."

Hippolyta deftly flipped the hero onto his back. The animal lay limp as she stroked its exposed belly, its paws waggling in the air, docile to the point of catatonia. Diana smelled pungent catnip on the air. Drugged, basking in the Mediterranean sun and the warmth of the amazonian queen's thighs, Beast Man was evidently blissed out of his tiny kitten skull. Diana studied the unfamiliar play of sadistic glee, mockery and possessiveness on her mother's face with growing suspicion.

"Mother, are you planning on keeping them here?"