Black Panther: Wakandan Smut (NSFW)

This does not contain spoilers for the new Black Panther movie (as far as I am aware.)

T’Challa sat in his office, pondering his next move. His enemy Erik Killmonger had always been one step ahead of the Wakandans. After escaping their most recent encounter, Killmonger had released a genetically modified airborne virus onto the population of New York City. The virus served one purpose – to make the population of the city infertile.

The Wakandans possessed a natural defence to this particular virus in their DNA, but their existence was not yet known to western countries. Their civilization had been kept a tightly guarded secret for millennia. And T’Challa wanted to keep it that way. For if the rest of humanity knew of the genetically-superior average twelve inch cock size of the Wakandans, every woman and man in the world would no longer reproduce with non-Wakandans, thus leading to quasi-infertility all the same.

He was in a conundrum. Either let humanity become infertile via the virus or through a thirst for Wakandan footlong subs. Also their average twelve inch penises. He was hoping that the day would never come where he had to assume the mantle of Black Panther, but it had finally arrived. Walking to the shrine of Black Panthers before him, he reflected on the fact that he was about to embark on an epic journey that would likely spell the end of his life.

Sitting at the base of the shrine was a plant with heart-shaped herbs, used by all Black Panthers to enhance their physical attributes.  He took one of the leaves, rolled it up and smoked the blunt. Immediately he could feel the power of the panther god surge through his body. It flowed straight from his head to his penis and ecstasy turned to pain as his junk experienced major physical transformations, doubling in length and tripling in girth.

There was no time to waste. Before his body had even had a chance to recover from the ordeal, he climbed into his spandex suit and ran to New York using his enhanced running speed. In fact, the reason panthers can run so fast is through the use of all five of their appendages.

It was time to hunt. Killmonger was waiting for T’Challa in the middle of Central Park. Before Killmonger could say one of his signature quips T’Challa charged and swung viciously with a right hook. Killmonger easily parried and followed up with a swift punch that connected with T’Challa’s gut. T’Challa keeled over and felt a sharp pain in his skull as Killmonger savagely elbowed him in the back of the head.

T’Challa’s world began to swirl and he felt himself falling when Killmonger pounced. T’Challa flailed on the ground but he was pinned by his arms and legs. As Killmonger prepared for his finishing blow, T’Challa dreamed of an orgy with all the Wakandan hotties. He nearly fainted as the blood rushed from his head into his panties, which exploded as his raging erection tore not only through the fabric of his pants but also through Killgore. T’Challa flexed his penis and Killgore’s corpse exploded and rained blood and gore upon the nearby onlookers.

T’Challa got to his feet as the onlookers continued to stare at his panther penis coming out of his pants, thoroughly entranced by its beauty. The people knew what they had to do. The entire population of New York formed a line as he spread his seed into each and every adult citizen. Luckily, the heart-shaped herb also gave him superhuman sexual endurance. By giving them his DNA, he cured not only the infertility virus but also all human afflictions. After he was satisfied that he had completed his mission, the mayor presented T’Challa with a phallic-shaped key to the city. The Black Panther then disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.

 

The following story is purely fictional, unofficial and written for my own personal fun. No maliciousness is intended.

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