The sun was rising over this long-abandoned part of the world as a cargo seaplane flew low over the ocean.  The massive aircraft was old-fashioned, still propelled by engines and propellers, rather than modern-day thrusters and levitation drives.  It rumbled loudly as it swooped down towards an island, covered in thick jungle.  Despite the vehicle’s size, it was surprisingly agile, nimbly navigating the wild eddies and thermals in the turbulent atmosphere close to the ocean surface.  

This was mostly due to the skill of its pilot, a young duck woman, whose fingers manipulated the controls with an ease borne of both years of practice and natural inborn talent.  She brushed a lock of her long white hair out of her face, leaning back lazily in her seat as she nudged the throttle forward to speed up a little.  She adjusted her flight jacket a little, then winced as something pinched.  She shifted in her seat, rubbing at the point where a steel prosthetic leg met the flesh of her natural thigh.  

“How long until we arrive, Della?” asked a gruff older voice.  The young woman peered over her shoulder to see her uncle, a kindly elder duck walk up.  He was dressed as he always was; in spats, jacket, and top hat, looking as if he had just walked out of the beginning of the previous century and had not aged a day.  As far as Della knew, due to being frozen in an iceberg, several time travel incidents, and possibly even finding the Fountain of Youth, he might not have.


“Another hour, Uncle Scrooge,” she said, smiling, “Given our cargo, I’m taking it easy and not pushing the Cloudslayer too hard.”


“Hrmph.  Time is money, Della,” Scrooge grumbled, but without any real heat to it.  He glanced over his shoulder at the cargo compartment.  Their “cargo” happened to be a group of passengers along for the ride.


Della’s three sons were in the back, along with several of their friends from around the town of Breezeport.  In addition, they had a pair of adult chaperones, a teacher from their school, and a young businesswoman.


“The Junior Woodchuck Guide says that this island was once home to the lost people of the Iwanasecksya Civilization,” Huey Duck said, his beak buried in his favorite book.   His white feathers were bright and striking in the sunlight above the clouds.   He adjusted the red cap on his head, brushing down his red polo shirt.  He grinned as he looked out at the others… who were mostly ignoring him as he pontificated on what the book said.


“Sooo, have you seen my show, Dewey Dew-Night?” asked his brother, Dewey Duck, grinning at another passenger.  He leaned back in his seat, playing with the belt lazily as he brushed his unruly hair up and back.  He wore a blue t-shirt over a lighter blue long-sleeved shirt, creating a fashionable layered look.  He crossed his legs lazily, carrying himself with confident ease.


Kit Cloudkicker just chuckled.  “No, ‘fraid not.  Ms. Cunningham doesn’t let me use the wifi at Higher for Hire.  She says it’s “only for business purposes.”  The young brown bear cub leaned in his seat, adjusting his cap.  “...not that it’s kept Poppa Bear from using it to download porn,” he added with a smirk.


Speaking of downloading porn, that’s exactly what the third triplet, Louie Duck, was doing, smirking as he watched a video called “Legend of Krystal”.  “So, Huey, what kinda loot do you think we can get from this Iwannascrewya place?”  He asked while watching a blue-furred vixen getting spit-roasted by buff lizardfolk.


“Welllll…  Legend tells of a mystical amulet belonging to the God of Lust that made the Iwanasecksya the richest people in the entire region.  It apparently granted great power and great wealth upon whoever wielded it!” said a young duckling girl.  She giggled excitedly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes as she shook her head so quickly that her bobbed haircut swished back and forth.  She wore a sensible outfit, a vest over a pink shirt with a skirt.  This was much to the boys’ delight, as she wore nothing under the skirt, giving them constant peeks at her feathered vulva.


A slightly older duckling girl beside Webby just groaned a bit, leaning against her window seat.  “Another mystical amulet of great power.  Yeah, can’t see THAT going wrong at all…”  Lena, the jaded former tulpa of Magica DeSpell, brushed aside her feather bangs and crossed her legs.  Like Webby, she only wore a very short skirt under her long striped sweater, and like webby, she never wore panties, although in her case she was showing off more than a vulva.  As a magical being, she had some control over the form of her junk, and this was one of her “I feel like a futa” days.


Sitting in front of Lena, was her adoptive sister, Violet Sabrewing.  The purple-feathered hummingbird girl had her own beak buried in a book about Iwanaseckya culture.  “It is interesting, Lena.  The Iwanasecksya civilization thrived for centuries until one of the last dynasties apparently turned on their patron deity and adopted a new religion and ended the previously dominant sex-cult religion.”  She calmly flipped a page, and continued with her usual monotone, “...this was followed by a slow decline in overall fertility all over the island, as crops failed, cattle failed to produce young, and even the people started having fewer and fewer children.”


“You guys do this all the time?” asked another child.  The boy was a canine, with black fur, messy short hair, and a lithe skateboarder’s build.  He leaned back in his seat, tightening the straps of his seatbelt nervously.  The boy blushed as Webby spread her legs, his jeans tightening visibly despite his apparent fear of flying.  He grunted and shifted.

“Pretty much, Max,” said Dewey, shrugging, “I mean, Uncle Scrooge and Mom kinda want us to follow in their footsteps, so he’s teaching us the ropes of adventuring.  So on the weekends and school holidays and stuff, we head out into the world.”

“...Now I know why Dad said that your uncle Donald was the bravest person he knows,” Max said, shaking his head as he tried not to look out the window.


Dewey chuckled. “I know, right?  Man, I never knew how awesome he was growing up!  He was just, like, the most boring, overprotective Uncle ever.”

“I’m just glad my dad allowed me to come along.  You’d think he’d allow me to have adventures since he’s a super--” said another girl, trailing off in mid-sentence and turning red.  A tall young goose child, she had bright green eyes and vivid red hair.  She wore a green jacket over a light purple tank top, with tight black pants that left very little to the imagination, given the bulge there.  The girl’s tan-colored feathers contrasted with the white of the ducklings around her.  Her hair was a vivid red, tied back into a tufted, short ponytail.

“...A super what, Gosalyn?” Louie asked, frowning.

“Uh… a suuuuper great guy!  Yeah, he’s… just the best hombre I know,” Gosalyn hedged, speaking with a slight Latin accent.  

The final child of the group brushed her long crimson braid over her shoulder, adjusting her oversized pink shirt as she glanced out the window.  The squirrel twitched her long, bushy tail nervously as she watched the plane approach the island quickly.  She brushed down her fur, sighing.


“I just wanna get out and stretch my legs.  I need to be an adventurer too if I’m going to win the heart of…” the girl said, blushing as she trailed off as the other kids stared at her.


Gosalyn rolled her eyes. “Here we go again…”


“...Tammy, he’s like… 3 times your age,” sighed Webby, “But man, you’ve got the mother of all crushes.”

“He’ll be mine someday if I can prove myself.  And then I can take him from HER,” Tammy said, puffing her chest out.  This was not a particularly impressive move, as she, like most of the others, was only eight years old, and flat as a pancake.  She shot a glare over her shoulder at the two adults sitting in the back of the compartment, watching over the children.


“Golly, this’ll be a great opportunity for the kids to learn a bit about archaeology and the scientific method!” said a young mouse woman, grinning as she brushed a mane of blonde hair back.  She was completely oblivious to the pointed glare of the little squirrel.  She wore what she wore almost every day: a purple jumpsuit, with some notable oil stains, and a white lab coat over it.  A pair of goggles perched on her forehead.


Meanwhile, the tall, brown-haired bear woman in a pink zipped sweater-vest just looked at her tablet.  “I just agreed to serve as a chaperone for Kit’s sake, because I hoped I could talk to Mr. McDuck about some business opportunities.  If I could get Higher for Hire to become one of McDuck Industries’ shipping companies serving Cape Suzette, this could finally put my company on the map!”  She looked up and practically had stars in her eyes.  “I might finally be able to hire…  ...a second pilot!”  


As the two adult women chatted, Max looked over to them and smirked as he elbowed Kit.  “You lucky bear, you.  Living with a total MILF like that…  ...I wish Dad would get back onto the dating scene.  Closest I get is spying on P.J.’s Mom when she sunbathes in her backyard.  Kit just blushed, then smirked.


“Yeah, I just wish she wasn’t more ‘Mom’ then ‘MILF’ around me.  I don’t think she even thinks of me that way yet.  Not that it’s stopped me from spying on her and Poppa Bear all the time.  You wouldn’t think of her as a screamer, and yet…”


Lena just rolled her eyes and smirked at the two boys.  “Man, you boys get so caught up on staring at older women.  Meanwhile, I and the other girls have been flashing you with upskirt peeks, and you’ve barely paid attention.”  She punctuated her remark by quickly spreading her legs, letting the two boys look at her bare vulva and semi-hard cock, before closing her legs again, enjoying the blush on their faces.  “There we go.  Maybe you ask nicely, you can get some when we…”  She then blinked and tilted her head as she looked past the boys to the window behind them. “...were those stormclouds always there?”


**************************************************
“Ugh, I can’t believe I crashed because of a sudden storm!”  Della Duck raged as she stood on the beach, looking at the damaged Cloudslayer.  “...What am I, Launchpad, all of a sudden?”


“Ach!  It happens.  Ye’ll fix it, missy, an’ we’ll be back in business sooner than later,” Scrooge said, patting Della on the back consolingly, “All that matters is that no one was hurt, an’ we’re on the island an’ ready to explore!” 


Gadget smiled and spoke up. “Oh, I don’t mind helping Della.  I’m something of an expert when it comes to aeronautical mechanics!”  The blonde mouse smiled as she ran back inside the plane to get a toolkit.

Sure enough, the others were gathered around in the cargo bay, checking one another for injuries.  Since everyone was strapped in, there was nothing worse than a small bruise or scrape here and there.  The triplets, Webby, and Kit took the crash in stride, apparently used to this sort of thing.   Tammy, Lena, and Max were shaken and in mild shock.  Violet, as usual, seemed to take everything with her usual stoicism.


“That was the worst experience I’ve ever had…” said Gosalyn, who had somehow ended upside-down in her seat during the crash.   “LET’S DO IT AGAIN!!!”


Scrooge turned and walked up the beach, frowning as he stared in towards the center of the island.  Stone ruins protruded through the jungle canopy, the remains of what must have been a fairly decent-sized city in its time.  The old duck smiled eagerly.  It was exactly what he was looking for. 

“Wow.  For a place abandoned for 5,000 years, it’s in pretty good shape!” Huey remarked, sidling up to his great-uncle.  


“Given that it’s been exposed to hurricanes, tsunami, and lord knows what else over the years, not to mention the jungle growth…  yes, Huey, it’s surprisingly intact,” Scrooge agreed, “Which’ll make findin’ what we’re here for a lot easier.”

“Meh, clear out the vines, fix the roofs, add some plumbing… I could turn this place into a five-star resort in about… a month?” Louie suggested, grinning as he took photos with his phone, “Imagine the profits on this lil’ fixer-upper!”

“...Louie, do we need to have another talk about trying to turn ancient historical sites that don’t belong to you into tourist traps?” Della asked lightly, patting her son on the shoulder.


“...No, moooom…” Louie sighed.


The party of adults and children soon started making their way into the ruined complex, with many of the children taking their phones out to document the excursion.  Selfies were taken on top of collapsed pillars, silly pictures were made of kids grimacing at the statuary, and even a few lewd pics were made involving rather explicit wall carvings.


“Hrmph,” Webby grunted disapprovingly as she watched Dewey mime giving a blowjob to a particularly endowed statue of a stallion.

“What’s the matter?” Lena asked, walking up beside her.


“We’re just playing around right now.  Which is all well and good, but I wanna REALLY explore!” Webby grunted, tapping her webbed foot impatiently on the floor, “Scrooge is holding back because we’ve got company with us.”

“Probably, but is taking it easy so bad?” Lena asked, squeezing Webby’s shoulder affectionately, “I mean, Max is still freaking out from the plane crash, and can you imagine what he’d do if Scrooge ran him through the usual type of deathtraps you guys go through?”

“....Admittedly, you have a point,” Webby agreed, reluctantly.  She continued to tap her foot, faster and faster, before finally stomping one last time as she came to a decision.

“I’m gonna go look around on my own.  Can you cover for me?” she asked, grinning.


“Wait, what?” Lena asked, her eyes wide, “Uh, that doesn’t usually end well for you, does it?”

“There’s nothing dangerous here, Lena.  This was a peaceful civilization!” Webby said, waving her wing dismissively, “And if I can get a headstart on the others, imagine what I could find!”

“...Trouble?  Disaster?  Horrific mind-controlling artifacts that lead you to go around mind-controlling the rest of us until someone has to rescue us from the enchantment?” Lena suggested.

“Oh, you’re just being paranoid.  That type of thing only happens in bad porn stories,” Webby sighed.


“...It happened to Huey, Dewey, and Louie three times.  In the last month,” Lena replied, deadpan. 

“Oh, pshaw!” Webby scoffed, “Anyway, create an illusion of me or something!  I’ll be back in a bit!”


Before Lena could object further, the excitable little girl had scampered off into the darkness of the ruins, her flashlight vanishing around a corner.  Lena groaned and buried her beak in the palms of her wings, shaking her head.


“...There’s no way this ends well,” she grumbled, beginning to mutter an incantation under her breath to create a mirage of Webby.


******


Webby slowly made her way deeper into the ruins.  She was already far past the “safe” areas that Scrooge had allowed the other children to venture, and had entered the catacombs.  She’d already started finding traps to get past.  Nothing really exciting, however: a typical corridor of dartguns, a standard spiked pit, and a pretty boring pendulum blade trap.  She had no doubt some of the more rookie kids might’ve been frightened off by all of those, but she’d seen worse.  


But Webby’s spirits perked up once she entered a room that was certainly the ruin’s inner sanctum.  Past the statuary at the doorway, the room was large, with a 15-foot ceiling, and was dominated by a massive altar at the back room, under a mosaic showing a humanoid figure encircled by tentacles.  And on top of the altar, in the light of her phone, Webby could see a bright red glint of a reflection.


Webby pulled up her notes on her phone, grinning as she waddled closer, looking up at the altar.  

“The Amulet of  Yrotickoz, the Iwanasecksyan God of Lust!  I found it before everyone!  Oh, they’re gonna be soooooo jealous!” Webby muttered to herself, climbing up the steps towards the top.  She took her time, stepping carefully, not wanting to set off any traps.  The young girl soon reached the top, finding a pedestal on the top.

Resting on the pedestal, in a place of honor was a jeweled amulet.  A ruby the size of her fist was nestled in the center, surrounded by small sapphires and diamonds.  Webby could not even begin to estimate what it was worth in jewels and gold alone.  Etched into the ruby was a strange glyph, made of jagged lines.  In the light of her flashlight, the jewel seemed to glow with an inner fire.


Webby suddenly felt a jolt up her spine.  She looked at her phone.  She had been staring at the amulet for almost five minutes.  Where had the time gone?  She felt like she had just laid eyes upon it, and suddenly it was five minutes later, and she hadn’t even noticed she had undressed, now standing naked in front of the amulet!


She shook her head dazedly, feeling strangely dizzy.  Her eyes kept following the lines of the glyph in the ruby.  It took her a minute to realize it wasn’t lit by her phone… it really did have an inner light that was pulsing and shimmering.  It was fascinating, and Webby could not look away.  


She felt sleepy and even more lightheaded.  Her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and she let them slip low.  On the edge of her consciousness, she heard something whispering… not in her ears, but in the depths of her mind.  The little duckling gave a tiny nod.


“...I…hear you… yes…” she murmured, “...I can…”

Her hand felt like it was made of lead, requiring all her strength to lift it.  She reached out slowly, her feather-fingers closing around the chain of the Amulet.  It felt like an electric shock as she made contact with the cold metal, streaming straight through her fingers, up her arm, into her brain, then down her spine to her clitoris.  


Without touching herself, without even being aroused, Webby sank to the floor, crying out in ecstasy as she climaxed.  She bucked into the air, moaning as she buried her fingers inside herself, feeling her inner muscles clamp down on them.  Her nectar soaked her feathers, spilling onto the dusty floor in wet sprinkles.  Webby’s eyes rolled up in her head, her body shaking and shivering.  


“Oooh..  Oh… Master…”  She moaned softly as she knelt there, her own girlcum dripping down her thighs and along her fingers, as she idly rubbed herself in the afterglow.  She tilted her head up as if looking at someone.  “...yes, Master… ...I understand...  ...I must share your lust with the others…”  The glow of the amulet around her neck flickered on and off, as if in time with an unseen voice, and she nodded.  “Yes, Master.  I shall find more for you to claim…”




*******
Some time later, Webby was slowly walking back out of the ruined building, once again dressed, and hiding the amulet under her shirt.  It was now late in the afternoon, and so she hurried back towards the makeshift camp everyone had set up near the Cloudslayer.  The duckling made her way back to camp as quietly as she could, before approaching Lena, who was sticking close to her illusionary Webby clone.


As soon as Lena spotted her, the young sorceress was quick to dispel the illusion while nobody was looking, allowing Webby to slip in unnoticed.  “About time you got back!” Lena harshly whispered.  “I had to spend a whole hour and a half puppeteering that duplicate.  Do you know how hard it is for me to impersonate you?

Webby stared at her blankly for a moment before shivering as if jolted.  She smiled and nodded, saying, “...I’m sorry, Lena.  I got caught up.”

“I noticed,” Lena grumbled and muttered under her breath ‘I swear, if you didn’t have such a cute butt…’, before speaking up again “Did you, at least, find anything to make it worth my time?  I may have Auntie Magica’s gifts, but I’m not as good as she was, and that was exhausting!”

“...No, I didn’t find anything,” Webby said, a subtle shiver running down her spine again before she answered, “I just got lost for a while and had to deal with a few deathtraps.  At least Uncle Scrooge and the rest won’t have to worry about them if they go the way I went.”

“...Great.  So you didn’t even do anything fun while I was straining my literal soul,” Lena said irritably, “...You’re gonna make it up to me, right?”

“Yes, I will,” Webby said, smiling as she reached down, cupping Lena’s sheath and squeezing, “Definitely…”

Lena moaned, shivering as her friend’s fingers deftly squeezed and caressed her, the tip of her pink penis emerging into the open.  But before Webby could do anything more, she blushed and pushed the smaller girl back.

“Nng… Not now, everyone’s watching.  But later,” she whispered.  Sure enough, Huey, Louie, and Kit were all staring, their cheeks reddening and pants tightening at the sight of Webby groping Lena’s loins.  Webby grunted briefly, but nodded and sat down by the campfire.


“Well, for a first day’s exploration, that was nae bad!” Scrooge was pontificating, smiling, “We’ll make adventurers out of ye yet, laddies an’ lassies.  Tomorrow’s gonna be a lot more dangerous.”

“I hope so,” Dewey said earnestly, “I mean, you didn’t even let me set off that buzzsaw trap earlier!”

“...We’re tryin’ NOT to traumatize our guests, laddie,” Scrooge grumbled, “but yes, maybe tomorrow I’ll pair ye off an’ let ya explore into some more interestin’ places than just the entrance hall.”

“And I’ll keep working on the Cloudslayer.  I can definitely fix it, but it’s going to take another… three days?” said Gadget shrugging, “...Della, I know you’re itching to explore, so you can take tomorrow to go in with the kids if you want…”


Della sighed, then smiled at Gadget.  “Aw, thanks, Gadget.  I was hoping to spend more time with my boys.  But you sure you’re gonna be alright working all on your own like that?”


Gadget giggled and waved it off. “Nah, I’m good.  Nothing I like more than getting waist-deep inside an engine and getting all sweaty and greasy as I work out all the kinks.”  The mouse smiled, not even realizing Della’s blush at the thought of the mousey mechanic with another face-full of grease, an almost perfect image of a wrench wench.  Della’s pants visibly tightened and bulged, and she crossed her steel leg over her flesh one, shaking her head.


Della chuckled nervously. “Heh, yeah, I, totally get it, yeah.  The only thing better than getting all sweaty and greasy is washing it off…”


“Oh, I agree,” Gadget added, then giggled.  “After I spend hours working on a new invention, it’s just nice to take a nice, long, hot shower, getting the grease out of my hair…  Chip, Dale, and Foxglove always like helping me out there.”


Both adults missed the angry glare that Tammy threw in their direction, apparently listening in on the conversation.


Della blushed even more.  “...Chip, Dale, AND Foxglove?  I can see your boyfriend, but isn’t Dale dating Foxglove?”


Gadget blinked as she looked at Della.  “What’s your point?”


Della just looked back, then sighed and popped open a can of Pep.  “Okay, nope, not gonna open that can of worms…”


******************************
Later that night, Webby woke up.  Or it would be more accurate to say that her body awakened, for her mind remained quite asleep.  She had not been truly conscious since she had found the Amulet.  She could feel it pulsing against her chest, sending ripples of pleasure through her loins, even as she lay and stared up at the stars blankly, not really seeing them.  As the breathing and conversation of all of the others quieted into snores and murmurs, she lay, listening to the voices whispering in her head, replacing her own thoughts with their words.


As the moon rose high above the island, Webby slipped from her sleeping bag and stripped out of her clothing.  Her head lolled on her shoulders, her eyes glassy.  She shivered, the cool ocean air frigid on her naked feathers, causing her pink nipples to harden and poke through the down of her chest.  


“I obey…” she murmured softly, her webbed feet beginning to shuffle across the sand.  The force enacting upon her knew exactly what it was doing, directing her like a puppet.  Webby followed its commands without hesitation, rewarded for obedience with jolts of pleasure to her loins.  She quaked in a small and silent orgasm by the time she made it halfway across the camp, shuddering as her nectar dripped down her thighs.


The mindless duckling found her way to the edge of the camp, where Max Goof was fast asleep, snoring in his sleeping bag.  The boy’s bag was tented dramatically at his hips, his dreams fuelling his arousal.  Webby stood over him, listening to the voices instructing her.  She waited, watching Max shift and mutter in his sleep, something about someone named Roxanne.  Even as he did, his tent twitched more violently, and a damp spot began to spread; his dream turning into a wet dream.


Webby just stared down at Max, then as the gem on her neck glowed softly, she smiled, before a mist formed, circling around her, before her image disappeared behind a facade of a naked, red-haired dog-girl, who leaned in to whisper with a borrowed voice. “Maaaax…  ...wake up, it’s me…” 


Max stirred a bit, then slowly opened his eyes, laying his eyes on her. “Huh?  R-Roxanne?  What’re…”  he said as he slowly woke, only for his eyes to flash red when his gaze met hers.  “...yoouu….”  he slurred as his eyes glazed over again, his body stiffening again.


Webby smiled, knowing somehow that Max now saw her as Roxanne, and was so entranced that he wouldn’t question any suggestion.  “Come with me, Max.  I want you... Let’s get some privacy...  And lose the trunks.”


She turned around and started walking away, even as Max rose from his sleeping bag, stripping off his undies before following her into the woods.


The black-furred dog followed the duckling, his eyes glazed over.  His arms raised up, wrists limp, and he shuffled like a sleepwalker.  His expression was stunned and dazed like someone had just clubbed him in the head.  His sodden underwear was left on the ground behind him, his bare rear exposed to the cold night air.  His penis stood like a spear from his hips, pumping strands of milky white fluid onto the ground with every step; the remnants of his nocturnal emission continuing even as his sleep had transitioned into an enchanted trance.  His heavy balls were clenched tight to his shaft, the pink helmet of his cock contrasting dramatically with his black foreskin.  Webby could see his shaft pulsate as he continued to ejaculate, all fifteen inches bobbing up and down. 


She shivered, the voices in her head rewarding her with more pleasure as she led him a little way into the jungle, out of earshot and sight of the others.  She could not have disobeyed if she had tried.  


“H-How’d… you… get here, Roxanne?” asked Max sleepily, his eyes shimmering with arcane power.  

“Shhh… No questions.  Just lean back… You are going to like this…” Webby purred, wrapping her hands around his cock as she pushed the boy back against a tree.  Max groaned as her feathers tickled his penis, peeling back his foreskin to expose the fat pink head.  She dropped to her knees before him, her beak wrapping around his cock.  She gulped loudly, drinking his cum as it flowed in wet spurts.  Her tongue swirled around him, cleaning the glaze of semen that covered his shaft.  His eyes closed and he gripped the tree bark, panting as he thrust forward, burying his cock to the sheath in her throat.  Webby barely seemed to care, easily taking it, even as her beak met his fur, his balls slapping her chin.


She bobbed a few times, milking the last of his nocturnal emission onto her tongue, before pulling back and making a show of swallowing.  It was enough to make Max’s cock swell even further, not softening even a little.


“I obey.  You will obey too,” said Webby, the voices directing her words.

“I… obey… too?” Max mumbled, confusedly.  He blinked for a moment, his eyes seeming to clear.


Webby smiled, gripping his cock and stroking it, nuzzling the tip with her beak. “Yes, you obey too…”  She then slipped the cock back into her beak and suckled eagerly, licking the shaft as she bobbed her head, one hand reaching down to cup his large balls.  Max groaned and arched his back, bucking his hips as he responded by thrusting into her beak, his shaft throbbing and spurting the thick precum.


“I….  I….  ...I hear…”  Max groaned as his eyes rolled back, losing himself in the pleasure, his mind opening itself to the magical influence, as the amulet around Webby’s neck glowed brighter, before emitting wispy tendrils of red mist that moved up and wrapped themselves around Max’s throat, creating a duplicate of the amulet.  


“...I hear…  I obey…  I…  I CUM!” Max yelped as he pushed his hips out and erupted, flooding Webby’s mouth with his thick cum.  It blasted out of the corners of her beak, spilling down her chest and soaking her feathers.  He groaned and moaned, arching his back as each burst of semen boiled up his shaft.  The glans swelled repeatedly with each shot, bouncing off Webby’s tongue.  She gulped, again and again, to keep up with his orgasm.  She could feel it through her amulet, feeling the spasms and burning ache in his loins as if it were her own.  She panted, climaxing in sympathy without once touching herself.


Webby groaned, then quickly swallowed the thick stream of salty seed, moaning as she pumped the shaft and squeezed his balls, eagerly milking him for every droplet of his cum.  She then looked up and smiled as Max looked down and smiled back.  “Go back.”  She then got back up and quickly walked over to a nearby stream to wash up.

Max wandered off without another word.  None was needed.  He heard the same whispers in his head that Webby heard, replacing his thoughts with their influence.  His cock was still rock hard, pulsing and dribbling, showing no signs of softening.  Under the influence of the Amulet he wore, it might never soften again… 




*******


As she walked back to the camp, however, Webby came across another figure.  Lena, wearing nothing but a pink nightgown, wandering the woods and calling out her name. “Webby?  C’mon, this isn’t funny anymore…  I know I said I wanted privacy, but this is ridiculous…”


Webby just smiled, as the voices in her head suggested the approach to take.  She calmly approached Lena from behind, then called out. “Hey, Lena!  Sorry, just wanted to wash up before we…  ...played.”


Lena blinked and turned around, before blushing as she spotted the naked duckling girl.  And very quickly, her arousal could be seen from both the nipples poking through her nightgown, and the hemline tenting from an erection. “Webby…  I…”  She coughed and tried to regain her composure, acting as cool as she could.  “...if I’d known you were going all out, I would’ve left my nightgown behind too…”  she tried to lean against a tree, only to squawk as she missed and fell back on the grassy ground.  She then squawked again as Webby basically pounced on her, locking beaks together in a passionate kiss.


The two ducklings ended up rolling in the grass, arms wrapped around each other as they tongue-wrestled, before Webby shifted to grind her bare mound against Lena’s now exposed shaft, both girls moaning from the friction.


“S-Someone’s e-excited,” panted Lena, gasping as her pink cock slid back and forth against Webby’s vulva.  The pulsing, thick shaft grew damp with the other girl’s nectar, soaking Lena’s feathers.  She shivered, gasping as her erection hardened to full. 


Webby drew back to admire her handiwork.  Lena’s cock was almost as big as Max’s, a solid, twitching fourteen inches, able to brush the underside of her mosquito-bite breasts.  Lena was a couple of years older than Webby, and at the age of ten was showing just the first tiny hints of puberty.   She gasped as Webby’s fingers found her chest, pinching her nipples.

“Nnnf! C-C’mon, Webby!  Hold back a sec…  I-If you keep that up, I’m… I’m gonna splurt before we even get started!” panted Lena desperately, grabbing Webby’s hand and pulling her away.  She blinked in surprise, eyes suddenly darting down to the other duckling’s chest.   “Wait, Webby, where did you find…”


Lena’s question was quickly interrupted as the amulet’s gem flared to life, glowing brightly before flashing a bright red light into the sorceress’ eyes, instantly contracting the pupils and turning them red.  While it went slowly with Max, the amulet acted quickly on Lena, as if it knew that giving her any chance to recognize the threat would lead to disaster.


“You will obey,” Webby commanded.  Lena blinked, her eyes watering as the ruby glowed and pulsated before her eyes.

“I… what… What’s… going?” Lena mumbled dazedly.  Her eyes went in and out of focus, her mind clouding and clearing repeatedly.  Her innate mystical abilities had strengthened her will, and she fought the insidious influence of the gem.  The voices directed Webby’s actions.  With one swift movement, she lifted her hips and sank down upon her best friend’s stiff cock.  Lena gasped in surprise and pleasure as warmth, wetness, and tightness surrounded her erection, squeezing her tightly.  She threw her head back involuntarily, moaning as Webby gyrated her hips until her hips pressed firmly to Lena’s sheath.

“You will obey,” Webby repeated.

“I… I will… I willlll…” Lena echoed dreamily, unable to help herself.  The pleasure disrupted her concentration, her mind growing foggier and foggier with every passing second.  Webby pushed Lena back until she was laying back, and began to thrust against her.  The littler duckling moved almost mechanically, driving her hips forward again and again against the taller duckling’s shaft.  Lena gasped helplessly, her arms limp at her sides, eyes locked on the glowing gemstone.

Lena groaned, struggling against the mental influence until the sheer pleasure of Webby riding her dick overtook her last ounces of resistance, and she just moaned as she started to buck her hips, bouncing Webby on her throbbing shaft, the younger girl moaning as she rode her more eagerly.


“You will obey,” repeated Webby for the third time, panting as the long, thick cock churned her tunnel.  Lena’s pulsing erection was throbbing inside her, grinding against her clitoris.  Bolts of ecstasy passed through her.  The mindless duckling shuddered, climaxing in Lena’s lap, her nectar soaking the taller duck’s thighs.  Lena gasped and cried, pre flowing from her swollen tip into Webby’s depths.


“I… will… obey…” panted Lena, shuddering as she felt Webby’s orgasm shake her friend’s body, causing her to clench down upon her penis.  Lena’s thighs were trembling and shivering.  Her cock was aching with how hard it was, and her own feminine nectar soaked the grass under her.  Lena’s body was shuddering, her orgasm just moments away.   She could not resist anymore, her defenses completely shattered.


“Nnnf… ahhh… Obeyyyyy!” cried Webby, clutching herself to Lena once more, her feathered hips crushed tight against her best friend’s.  That was too much for the older girl.  

“I… I… EEE!!! AHHHNNNN!!!  I OBEY!!!” echoed Lena, gasping as she buried herself into Webby’s wet depths.  Her cock surged powerfully, and a burning ache rushed up her shaft from base to tip.  Webby gasped as she felt a flood of hot, incredibly thick fluid splash her young womb, filling her easily.  Lena cried as her eruption went on, her cock spouting milky white goo the texture of hot mayonnaise into her best friend.  She overflowed Webby, feeling her own semen pour down into her lap, soaking her.  She surged, again and again, her body exploding into waves of pleasure.  Everything was connected to her penis and vulva as they spasmed over and over, rhythmic ecstasy taking over all of her senses. 


Webby held out her hand, and again, tendrils of red mist swirled outward from the ruby.  They took on form in the palm of her hand, solidifying and coalescing into another amulet identical to the one she wore.  Lena did not resist as Webby slipped it over her neck.  The elder duckling gasped as the cold gold of the chain looped around, and the weight of the amulet rested between the tiny mounds of her budding breasts.  Lena’s expression went completely blank as her eyes flashed red.  Whispers filled her mind, telling her things.  Lena gasped and went limp under Webby, shuddering as her orgasm continued.


Webby pulled off of Lena slowly, a rush of thick, milky cum pouring out of her overflowing tunnel.  Lena moaned as her cock slipped free of her best friend’s muff, slapping wetly against her chest.  It pulsed, firing strands of sticky fluid onto her chest-feathers.  Lena barely noticed, shuddering as her orgasm slowly came to a close.


Webby turned away from Lena, walking back to the stream to wash clean.  Lena laid there for a minute longer, recovering before she slowly picked herself off the ground to join her.  Without a word, the two ducklings let the stream wash away the semen, scrubbing their feathers clean.  They had no reason to speak now, that both of them were hearing the voices.  They stood up, and turned almost in unison, walking back towards the camp.  The amulets on their chests glowed and shimmered, directing their actions.


**********




The following morning, everyone was gathered around the campfire for a breakfast of island fruit and rations from the plane’s supplies.  Max smiled as he walked to sit down beside Kit and Louie, holding his plate, which amused the green-clad duck.  “So, got over the trauma of the crash huh?”


Max smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, dunno why, I felt really great this morning.  All relaxed and junk.  I think I had a really good dream last night, helped me get over it…”  As the boy got a goofy smile on his face, Kit smirked and elbowed him.  


“Good dream, huh?  Was it that redhead you keep talking to me about?  The one you don’t have the courage to talk to yet?” the bear cub teased, making Max blushed and elbow him right back. 


“Given the amount of cock-goo soaking your sleeping bag, it must have been a REAL good dream,” remarked Louie with a grin, “She must be a lucky lady.”


Louie just chuckled and shook his head, then turned to look at Mrs. Cunningham as she walked up.  She had taken off her sweater, and was now in a white tank top, which did a decent job hiding her impressive cleavage, he mused to himself. The MILF of a bear ignored the looks the boys were giving her, and just spoke up. “All right, boys, we did find a lovely waterfall pool deeper inland that we’ll be able to use for bathing.  But for obvious reasons, we’ll be doing this in small groups.  First the girls, then you boys, then Ms. Hackwrench and Della and myself, and finally Mr. Scrooge.  Any questions?”


“Um… Why don’t we get to bathe with you?” Dewey asked, grinning as he openly groped his groin.  The bear rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“The fact that you’re even doing that in front of me is why,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her muzzle.  Scrooge sidled over and swatted the blue-shirted boy upside the head.


“Treat ladies with respect, lad,” he admonished, “Even if the Headmaster made that type of behavior acceptable, that’s nae excuse not to act like gentlemen.  Show some class!”  He turned back to Mrs. Cunniinham and tipped his hat. “Please excuse the lad.  Sometimes I think that newfangled school needs to brush up on etiquette training.”


The bruin smiled. “Oh, think nothing of it, Mr. McDuck.  Although if you’d like to take the opportunity to discuss further business opportunities…”


*********


The waterfall pool was small, barely large enough for a small group of cubs or a couple of adults to bathe in comfortably.   It was in the jungle, shaded from the tropical sun by the heavy tree canopy above.  Tropical birds called and animals chattered above, ignoring the humanoids below as they explored the area.

The survival packs in the Cloudslayer contained soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and more.  Proper hygiene was a vital component of survival, after all.  This was much to the girls’ delight, as the thought of being stuck around a bunch of stinky boys for several days did not appeal to them.  

“YYEEEEEEEEOOOOOOW!!!  MADRE DE DIOS!!!” squealed Gosalyn, wincing as she dipped one of her webbed orange toes in the water, “That’s COLD!!!”

“Well, yeah, it’s unheated, probably fed from a spring somewhere up in the center of the island.  Were you expecting a hot bubble bath?” asked Webby, smirking in amusement as she set herself busy unbuttoning her vest.  She could feel the weight of the amulet against her chest, but she ignored it.  As far as she was concerned it did not exist.  Everything was normal.

“No, but I’d like to avoid hypothermia!” Gosalyn replied peevishly before she stripped out of her green jacket to reveal the tank top she was wearing underneath.  The goose girl sighed, eyeing the water with obvious disdain as she pulled the tie out of her red hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders.  She pulled off the tank top a moment later, revealing a completely flat chest, pink nipples poking through chestnut-colored feathers.  Her shorts and panties followed suit, tossed in a messy pile nearby.  She showed not a hint of embarrassment as she strutted forward completely naked, grabbing a bar of soap from the pile of bathing kits.  The other girls eyed her with interest, noting the pink shaft hanging down flaccid from her sheath over her vulva.


Lena smiled as she looked at Gosalyn.  “Hey, didn’t know you were a natural futa.  I’ve only got mine on account of using a spell.”  The tween duck smiled as she reaches down to lift her skirt, exposing her own sheath and pussy, before she started to undress as well.  “Does that mean you go to Our Lady too?”


Gos smirked and shook her head.  “Nah, Dad insists on keeping me in Public school, mostly because he can’t afford the tuition for it.  I go to the same school Webby does, but I have no idea why she’s not at Our Lady.”


Webby smiled and responded with her usual enthusiasm. “Oh, that’s mainly because Mr. Scrooge doesn’t want to pay the tuition fee for us, or the penile enhancements for the boys.  He says private schools are a money-making scam, and that I’m better off in public schools.”


Tammy was the next to undress.  The only actual furry girl in the group, the young squirrel quickly stripped down, revealing her own flat chest and bright red coat of fur.  “Well, I’m glad I don’t have to go to Our Lady, so I don’t have to look at Ms Hackwrench the whole schoolday…”  The squirrel grumbled as she peeled off her panties, exposing her round ass to the other girls in the process.


Violet was also undressing when she turned to look at Tammy.  “Your envy towards Ms. Hackwrench is rather counter-productive, emotionally speaking.  It’s not as if she’s deliberately trying to hurt your feelings with her relationship, after all.”  The hummingbird was already down to her own panties, slipping off the almost boring tighty-whities to stand there naked, before stepping into the water.


Tammy just groaned. “I know!  That’s what makes it even MORE frustrating!  She doesn’t even know how jealous I am!”  


“Envious,” Violet replied.  Envy is wanting what someone else has.  Jealousy is being afraid you’ll lose what you have.  What you feel is envy.”


“That’s the whole reason I’m on this stupid trip…  I want to prove I can go on adventures too and be exciting and…” Tammy sighed, putting her paws on her tiny hips.  She shook her head, her braid swinging around.


“...You are barkin’ up the wrong tree.  He’s… what, 25?  And you’re 8!” said Gosalyn exasperatedly, “It’s one thing to have a crush, but man, you need to find someone our age, chica.  It’s not like there’s any lack of cute boys with giant thingies around here anyway…  I mean, have you SEEN what Kit is packin’?”


“I may be okay with not going to Our Lady, but I’d KILL to get into Longshaft…  If only to get in the bathrooms…” sighed Webby wistfully, “Imagine what goes on in there…”

“A bunch of boys blabbing about their giant dicks, probably?  Same as they do in public?” Lena suggested, shrugging dismissively.  She finished taking off her clothes, putting them aside.  The amulet she wore rested on her chest, the same as Webby’s.  The three other girls blinked, looking back and forth between Webby and Lena.

“Where did THOSE come from?” asked Tammy, pointing at Webby’s necklace.  Webby blinked, confused momentarily, looking down as if noticing it for the first time.


“Huh?  I… uh…” she hedged.  The amulet began to shimmer, glowing slightly.  A whisper spoke somewhere in the back of her mind.


“...It’s just some costume jewelry we found in Scrooge’s stuff.  We’re wearing them as friendship necklaces!” she said, her voice taking on a slightly dreamlike quality.  She smiled, looking over at Lena, meeting the other girl’s slightly glassy and unfocused gaze.

“...That’s…  Some major costume jewelry.  Looks real,” said Gosalyn, frowning.


Lena sweatdropped, then forced a smile.  “Hey, what did you expect at a rich guy’s house?  Even the fake costume jewelry looks good.”


The conversation died away as the girls broke out the soap and went to work, sudsing up their feathers and fur.  They worked on washing the grime of a day of plane crashes and exploring dusty, dirty ancient ruins away, which was surprisingly hard work.  They lamented the lack of shampoo and other implements to really get clean.  Talking amongst themselves, they took their time, trying to make themselves as comfortable as they could be, stranded on an abandoned tropical island.


“Webby, can you get my back?” Lena asked, smiling.  

“Sure, best buddy!” she giggled, grabbing a bar and slipping behind the taller girl.  She began to massage the soap into Lena’s back, lathering up her feathers.  Lena sighed happily, closing her eyes and moaning as Webby worked.  Her penis twitched, slowly beginning to rise up, swelling as Webby’s fingers strayed lower and lower down her back towards her tailfeathers.


The other girls began blushing as they witnessed the two “best buddies” basically starting to make out as Webby washed and groped Lena.  Violet broke into a smirk, knowing damn well that those two were more than just “buddies”, both from listening to Lena’s almost daily “self-gratification” sessions and also for the “horseplay” the three of them would frequently get up whenever Webby decided to have a slumber party…  ...before the inevitable supernatural interruptions, that is.  Violet did start to blush at the memories.


Gosalyn just smirked at the two.  “Hey, lovebirds!  As fun as this is to watch, you’re a bit distracting.  If you two wanna ‘play’, why don’t ‘cha do it behind the waterfall?  You’ll get more privacy.”


Lena and Webby just broke their kiss and smiled, before Lena spoke up.  “Yeah, sure.  Don’t want to make you feel too self-conscious.  Hey, Violet, want in?”  She smirked as she turned to her blushing sister.  


“Wha? Uhm, well, I…”  Violet’s usual stoicism faded as the sudden question led her to stammer before she blushed and nodded. “Y-yes, actually.  ...I certainly do.”  She then yelped as both Lena and Webby grabber her by the wrists and dragged her under the waterfall.  


Tammy blushed at the sudden turn of events, but Gosalyn just chuckled and called out. “And don’t take too long!”  Before turning back to Tammy.  “Those three are gonna be there for a while.  Let’s hurry up and wash.”


Tammy, still blushing, just looked at her with a mild smirk.  “I’m surprised you didn’t offer to join in.”  Gos just chuckled again and shrugged.  


“Not this early in the morning…”

******


Violet yelped as they slipped into a stone alcove in the back of the waterfall.  The sound of the pounding water drowned out the conversation from outside as Webby and Lena giggled.  Before Violet could even say a word, Webby’s beak was pressed against hers, her tongue delving inside and dueling.  Lena dropped to her knees before her adopted sister, grinning as she leaned in and placed a long, luscious lick up the hummingbird’s feathered cleft.  Violet yelped in surprise, moaning as Lena’s tongue flicked across her little clitoris, sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.  She arched her back involuntarily, not expecting the sudden assault by the two girls.

“A-Ah!!!  I-I did not expect… such… eagerness!” she gasped, “I th-thought I heard you go out last night, so I figured you would have been satisfied.”


“Go out?  We didn’t go anywhere,” Lena said, confused.  She frowned and looked over to Webby.  The younger duckling shrugged, equally mystified by the comment.


“I’m certain I saw you.  Webby went out with Max after he had a nocturnal emission… and then you followed after, with your own nightly erection.  I thought you were just having fun,” Violet said, shrugging, even as she arched her hips as Lena stuck her tongue into her folds, licking inside her.  The hummingbird moaned, her body shuddering in pleasure, her nectar beginning to flow to coat Lena’s beak.


Webby blinked before the amulet around her neck started to glow, and her face went blank.  “We were…  ...and so will you…”  she then grabbed Violet’s face and french kissed the hummingbird again, only this time, Violet could feel a heat being transmitted, like a shot of hot breath going down her throat.  As she felt it, Violet could feel her loins explode with heat.  The intensity of the arousal flooded her senses, practically shutting down any rational thinking, as Lena just twirled her tongue inside, rubbing against Violet’s inner walls, sending an electric rush of pleasure through her body.


Violet’s mind exploded as she shuddered, her hips bucking forward against Lena’s face.  Lena buried her beak as deep as she could go, licking, suckling, nibbling.  The hummingbird cried out, gasping and whimpering.  She came a moment later, her body erupting in ecstasy as she whimpered.  Her inner walls convulsed and her body shook in delight as she pressed a wing to the back of Lena’s head, pushing her against her vulva.  


The hummingbird came back to awareness, realizing she was lying on her back, uncomfortable against the stone.  The afterglow of orgasm was leaving her head fuzzy and dizzy, her body filled with an indefinable warmth and coziness.  She could feel something moving down near her legs, someone lifting and sliding and scooting around.  Violet mustered the strength to lift her head.


Webby was trying to maneuver herself up against Violet, intertwining her legs with the hummingbird’s.  She grunted with the effort, scooting until her muff was pressed firmly against Violet’s.  Both girls gasped at the spark of feeling their clitorises touch brought.  

“Ah! Tribadism.  Or more colloquially, scissoring!” Violet remarked, moving her hips to help Webby get more comfortable, now that she was conscious again, “A fascinating sexual practice originating on the Islands of Lesbos in--”

Violet never got to finish her sentence, as Lena silenced her by shoving her erect penis right into the hummingbird’s open mouth.  Surprised, Violet gagged for a moment, gasping through her nose as Lena pulled back, dragging her shaft across her tongue.  Lena smirked as she started thrusting.  “Love’ya, Sis, but sometimes you just talk too much.  That’s why I love shutting you up with a cock down your throat…”


Violet just groaned and tilted her head so that Lena could thrust more easily, and moaned as she felt Webby grind their pussies together.  She felt Webby hump her a little faster, and she started pushing her own hips in response. Lena moaned softly as Violet took her time, wrapping her beak around her shaft, bobbing gently.  The hummingbird’s tongue flicked inside her foreskin, sliding down her urethra to the sheath. 

As they worked, the ruby amulets began to glow.  Webby and Lena’s minds fogged over rapidly, their thoughts no longer coming through.  Whispers and voices echoed deep in their minds, directing their actions, telling them what to do.  They had no choice to obey, unable to think for themselves.


“Mmm…  Ah!” Violet panted, pulling off of Lena for a moment to gasp for breath. Lena’s cock jerked and twitched, spouting clear precum across her face.  She giggled and wrapped a wing around her adopted sister’s erection, pumping it.

“You know, I’ve been studying the Kama Sutra, and some Ancient Eastern sex manuals.  I’ve been studying a bunch of techniques!  Tell me if I am performing them correctly…” she said eagerly, before swirling her tongue around Lena’s head, nipping at it with her beak.  To her immense surprise, Lena merely gave a low moan of pleasure, not the praise and gasps of delight that Violet was expecting.


She then opened her eyes and noticed that both of Webby and Lena’s “costume jewelry” was glowing, and both girls’ eyes had taken on a reddish tint as they had their way with her.  Violet pulled off of Lena’s penis a second time, coughing for breath.


“...Are you both being mind-controlled by those necklaces you’re wearing?  Are those actually ancient artifacts you found hidden in the ruins here?  If that’s true, then that means you’re being possessed by the spirit of the god Yrotickoz, and he’s been using you.  And then he must want to possess us all in order to get off the is--” Violet babbled, apparently utterly unperturbed by the sight of her adopted sister and best friend under a malevolent enchantment.


At this point, both Webby and Lena looked at each other, and while no words were spoken, both shared a nod and turned back to Webby, their amulets glowing brightly before flashing into Violet’s eyes, interrupting the hummingbird’s verbose exposition with a sudden stupor, before her eyes rolled back and she moaned, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.


Webby continued to roll her hips, gasping in delight as her clit rubbed against Lena’s, sending shivers of delight up both girls’ spines.  Their honey mixed and spilled onto the stones under them, their hips grinding tighter and tighter together.  Already, Webby could feel the rolling, quaking spasms of an orgasm approaching.


Lena, meanwhile, bucked her hips, watching her penis sliding in and out of Violet’s mouth.  The hummingbird suckled mindlessly, making muffled cooing noises of pleasure around her cock.  Her erection ached, pulsing angrily as her sister lapped at her shaft, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.  The young sorceress had no thoughts in her head, nothing but waves of pleasure reinforcing her obedience, even as the amulet thrummed on her chest.


It did not take long for Lena to arch her back, giving a long, strangled groan.  Her cock lurched, and a moment later Violet’s cheeks bulged out.  Thick, milky goo spilled out of the corners of her mouth, running down to her chest in messy, gluey dribbles.  Lena’s body trembled violently with the force of her orgasm, every ejaculation sending a lightning bolt through her.  Her thighs pressed together tight as her juices ran down her feathers in wet sprinkles.  Violet, for her part, swallowed dutifully, staring up at the ceiling blankly.


Violet groaned as she laid against the wet rock, slowly slipping into the water, shivering as she rode out her orgasm, until she was waist-deep in the pool, and starting to recover.  At this point, another copy of the amulet started to materialize around her neck, and her face went neutral.  Which admittedly for her, was a default state of being.


Lena gripped her penis, spouting her last few gushes of semen onto Violet’s face and chest, milking the last dribbles from it.  Violet licked her clean without a word, gulping down a few mouthfuls of milky liquid.  Webby finished trembling in her own orgasm, rubbing her clitoris slowly and shuddering.

Almost in unison, the three girls stood up and walked through the frigid waterfall back into the pool beyond.  Tammy and Gosalyn had left a while ago.  The girls grabbed the soap and began washing the sex fluids from their feathers.  When the last droplets of Lena’s cum had washed away, they turned, dressed back in their clothing, and slowly began to march back to camp.


*******


Webby, Lena, and Violet returned from the waterfall to find the boys waiting, looking mildly annoyed. 

“Man, you sure took your sweet time.  Gosalyn and Tammy got back twenty minutes before you!” groused Kit.  The girls took a moment to respond, looking slightly dazed for a second before they reacted.


“Hey, it’s not like we were wasting hot water!” retorted Lena, rolling her eyes.

“No, but maybe SOME of us would like to get clean before the water gets all cloudy with cock-goo?” suggested Huey with a grin.  The three girls turned bright red with anger and embarrassment and opened their beaks to say something when they heard a pair of mismatched footsteps approaching.  Della Duck raised an eyebrow as she climbed over a fallen branch, her prosthetic leg whirring softly.

“And SOME of us would like to take our baths before noon, boys, so why don’t you go take care of that now… rather than fighting with your friends?” said the adventuress, sighing.  


“Yes, mom,” agreed Huey, glancing at the boys.  Without another word, they grabbed their bathing supplies and walked towards the waterfall.


“As for you girls, maybe you can come to help me forage for some fruit,” Della suggested.


******


 Huey, Dewey, Louie, Max, and Kit quickly arrived at the waterfall and started to undress, taking off their shirts and kicking off their pants more quickly than the girls had.  Huey took the time to fold up his clothes, but he was obviously the only one to do so, as Dewey quickly threw off his boxers and ran to the pool.


“Hey guys, check it out!  CANNONBALL!!”  The duck lept into the air, curling up into a ball and SPLOOSHING into the water, splashing Kit, who had started going in slowly, which caused Louie to chuckle eagerly.


Meanwhile, back onshore, Max kept his back to the group as he undressed, before looking down at the amulet on his chest.  The mind link with Lena and Webby had warned him that it would be noticed, but fortunately, now he could handle that problem.  His eyes flashed red for a split second before the amulet seemed to melt into his body, disappearing into his chest.  He knew he could bring it back up at any time, and with that settled he finished to undress.


Moments later, the five boys were lathering their naked bodies with soap and water.  Which led to awkwardness as Kit realized the other guys were sneaking glances at him.  He then smiled and turned around to face them, reaching down to grip his semi-hard cock and hold it up into view.  “Hey, if you wanted to look, you could’ve just asked.”


Huey just blushed, then remarked. “Wow, I guess it’s true what they say about you Longshaft boys.”


Kit smirked. “That we’re all incredibly well hung?”


Huey smirked back. “No, that you’re all incredibly horny exhibitionists.”


“Oooh, Zing!”  Dewey chuckled and high-fived his brother.


Kit rolled his eyes and retorted, “Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.  Right, Max?” 

Max gave a jump at being addressed.  He was drifting off, hearing whispers on the edge of consciousness telling him things.  Telling him about pleasures he would feel and pleasures he would share…  He immediately forgot all about them and focused in on the conversation, even as he soaped down his black, furry chest.

“I mean, sure.  Longshaft Pride, right?” he said, fist-bumping Kit, even as he gripped his own half-flaccid black length and lifted it up.  Hanging down, it was almost long enough to reach his knees, and he grinned, watching the triplets blush at the sight.  Their own pink shafts were twitching, threatening to rise to the occasion despite themselves.


“Huey, haven’t you found an artifact that can give us a size boost yet?” sighed Louie, glancing down between his legs.

“I told you, there’s like a dozen… and the ones we’ve found so far are have all been cursed!” Huey replied, sighing too, “Or don’t you remember how Mom had to save us from the Pyramid of Priapus?”

“...Don’t remind me… My thingie is STILL sore after that, and that was two months ago…” winced Dewey.

“Why are you guys so obsessed with getting bigger dicks?” asked Kit, frowning as he adjusted his cap, slowly pumping his cock with his other hand.  He pulled the foreskin back and rolled it up slowly, smirking as the three ducklings’ eyes locked onto it.


“We want to attend Longshaft, but we’re three inches below the cutoff,” said Huey, sighing, “We’re all only nine inches long.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m nine and a half!” Louie retorted, smirking, gripping his length with his wing and giving a few strokes.  

“Only because you shoved the ruler down your sheath, rather than measuring like any normal sane person,” Dewey grumbled, “Anyway, it’s not JUST about finding an artifact to make our thingies bigger; it’s also about finding something that’ll give us enough money to pay our tuition fees since Uncle Scrooge is so cheap!”


Max just smiled.  “Y’know, back in Longshaft, we know the best way to measure up is getting stiff and comparing.”  He smiled as he reached down to grip his cock, and started to stroke it, the shaft swelling in response.  “...unless you boys think you can’t size up?”


Dewey just smirked. “Oh, I’m always game for a competition.  Lemme show you how we ducks Dewey it!”  He grinned at his own pun as he peeled back his sheath, pulling his cock to stroke it as he faced Max.


Kit just grinned. “Woo!  Stroke-Off!” He reached down to start stroking his own shaft.  “The first one to splurt’s a loser!”


Within seconds, the wet sounds of hands and wings stroking penises filled the air, as the boys began to masturbate eagerly.  It did not take long for the young boys to soon reach full erection.  Once Max’s cock finished stiffening, the boys sat back and took stock of their handiwork.  

Max and Kit were nearly the same length, with Kit being both a little thicker and longer.  Max, however, had larger testicles hanging between his legs.  As for the triplet ducklings, it was nearly impossible to tell the difference between them.  Each had a nine-inch length, pulsing eagerly from a feathered sheath above a pair of fist-sized testicles.  Despite Louie’s boasting, it was apparent Dewey’s commentary on the situation was correct; the boy was exactly the same as his two brothers.


“Welp, that leaves me feeling inadequate again.  Why are we challenging Longshaft kids to a jerk-off competition again?” Huey asked rhetorically, sighing.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” said Kit, rolling his eyes, “I mean, yours are perfectly great cocks.  Nothing wrong with ‘em.  Hell, I know a few of the girls would be envious of yours.”

“...I’m… not sure that makes things better?” Huey replied, trying to figure out if that was exactly a compliment.


Dewey just grunted, glaring at Kit as his hand pumped his shaft. “He’s just trash-talking, Huey, don’t let’im get to ya.  Hey Kit, It’s not about size, it’s about endurance, and nobody’s got energy like Dewey Duck!”  The duck just smiled and reached down to cup his balls with his other hand, showing off as he did.

The boys fell silent for a moment, concentrating on the task at hand, pumping their erections quickly.  Louie smirked and reached for the soap, using it to lather up and lubricate his shaft.  He gave an exaggerated moan, bucking his hips forward, more to tease the others than due to the pleasure.  Almost unspoken, the boys gathered around into a circle, penises aiming in, and panted as they pumped their shafts.  At first, they avoided touching each other, only accidentally bumping up against one another.  But soon, they were freely swiveling their hips, moaning as their fat heads slid against one another, their shafts dueled, and they even reached out to grip one another’s lengths.


Max gave a grunt, shuddering as his cock pulsed and a sticky dribble of precum flowed down over Dewey’s fingers, currently wrapped tight around his flesh.


“Hah!  You’re already drooling, Max!” he grinned.

“Shaddup!  I’m just… uh… juicy!  I’m not anywhere near ready to splurt yet!” Max retorted, shuddering as his cock surged.  


Dewey just smirked as he rubbed the thick length a lot faster, his fingers rubbing the tip. “Surrre…  I bet you won’t even react if I do this!”  He suddenly shifted his hand down to squeeze the base of Max’s cock.  Max was already on edge from the amulet link, sending a surge through his sensitive shaft and causing him to groan as he ejaculated, splurting his cum all over the other boys, especially Huey, who was just in front of him.


With Max’s orgasm finally released, this caused a domino effect, and soon all the boys began to cum, one after the other.  Dewey had little time to celebrate his victory, as Max’s hand gripped his own shaft and squeezed, causing the duck to squawk as he came as well, splattering Huey as well.  This double-serving of cum caused the nerdy duck to groan as he came, splurting all over Dewey and Max as well.  Then Kit groaned as he arched his back and bucked his hips, spurting out his own cum in thick, long streams.  This left Louie as the last one to climax, smirking as he finally sped up his strokes so he, too, sprayed his cum into the air and into the water. 


“Heh…  just goes to show you,” Louie bragged, “sometimes being lazy’s a good thing.”


“Hrmph,” Kit grumbled, lifting his hand to see it coated in wet, sticky strands of milky goo, “Maybe.  But we’d better clean up for real.  Ms. Cunningham, your mom, and Ms. Hackwrench are gonna wanna take a bath soon.”

The mention of the three adults bathing had a rather profound effect on the boys.  Their cocks had begun to soften but now reversed direction back to full erection.

“Dude, I just thought of something fun we could do…” Max said, a mischievous grin growing on his muzzle as he wrapped a hand around his flesh, milking the last few drops into the water.


“...If you’re thinking what I THINK you’re thinking, I’m out.  As much as seeing a buncha naked ladies, including our totally hawt mom, scrubbing each other’s boobs and….  Unnngh!” Huey gasped, gripping his groin as his cock began to twitch violently again, splattering his palms with a fresh blast of semen.  He dropped to his knees, convulsing as a second spontaneous orgasm gripped his body.


“...What my prematurely-spurting dork of a brother is TRYING to say is…” said Dewey, sighing, “...Last time we tried to peek in on Mom during one of her private times, she kicked us out, LITERALLY… with the steel foot.  We weren’t able to sit for two days.”


Louie groaned. “Yeah, you don’t want to get kicked close to the groin area with a metal foot.  TRUST ME.”  He swatted the spunk out of his general water area, then quickly ducked into the water to rinse off.


Kit just smiled at Max. “Hey, can’t be worse than the time I spied in Clementine Clevenger skinny-dipping at a watering hole in Boomstone.  She actually tried shooting me before she saw who I was.  ...then she just tanned my hide.”  He winced and rubbed his ass in memory.  


Max smiled and fist-bumped Kit. “Alright, Longshaft Pride, bro.”  He then turned to look at the ducks. “Hey, you’re not gonna narc on us, are ya?”


Louie just raised his hands and smiled. “What?  No way…”  He then elbowed Huey and smirked. “...I wanna see how big this trainwreck is gonna be.”


“If you take a video of it, though, I’d be willing to pay for it,” added Huey, panting as he slumped back against a rock, wiping sweat from his forehead… and replacing it with a smear of spunk.  His cock was still pulsing angrily, firing weak spurts into the water before him.  Dewey sighed and waded over to his exhausted brother, helping him wash himself off.

“Yeah, our fear of our mom is bigger than our lust for her, I think,” Dewey agreed, grabbing soap and massaging his brother’s shaft, cleaning it, as Huey moaned happily.


“Fine.  We’ll go it alone,” Max said, smirking as he gave a thumbs-up to Kit.


“But first we gotta get clean!” Kit agreed, grabbing more soap.

*****