******

Fifteen minutes later, the boys had returned to camp to rejoin the girls, supervised by Scrooge as he pontificated on the history of the Iwanasecksya people and their culture.  This allowed Della, Gadget, and Rebecca to take their turn at the waterfall.  


Rebecca smiled as she started to undress. “Well, nice to see the boys did a good job of cleaning up after themselves..  ...I was honestly worried the pond would be half-filled with spunk.”


Della chuckled as she stripped down herself.  “Not after the warning I gave my boys, that’s for certain.”  She took off her top, and soon she was as bare-chested as the…  well, bear.  The young adventuress could not help but compare her own modest chest with the businesswoman’s ample cleavage, her cheeks flushing pink.


“Gotta say, I’m impressed with how well you’ve been reigning in your kids,” Rebecca commented as she pulled down her pants, “Considering you’ve only come back into their lives recently?  I love my Molly, but she’s still hard to handle.  And I love Kit like he was my own, but…”


Della smirked.  “When it comes to MILF status, you’re more F than M to him?”  


Rebecca blushed in response, then smirked.  “I won’t deny I’m flattered, but I’m literally old enough to be his Mom.  Not to mention, me and Baloo…”


“Oh yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask, are you two, like, officially dating, or is it a more ‘best friends with benefits’ thing?”  Della raised an eyebrow as she looked at Rebecca, who stammered a bit.


“It’s, uh…  well, it’s kinda…  ...it’s complicated.”  She flatly retorted; until both women were distracted by the sound of splashing.


“Come on, girls, the water’s nice!”  Both of them turned to look at Gadget, who had stripped entirely naked during their conversation, had walked into the pool of water, and her body was now glistening with droplets shimmering in the light, causing both females to drop their jaws (and one of them to feel her sheath swelling rapidly, her shaft sliding out into the open), and all the while, Gadget just started lathering herself, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on them.


Rebecca just shook her head.  “I swear, if she had any idea of her sex appeal, she would be dangerous.”


“If she knew, I don’t think she’d be who she is…” said Della, sighing.  She looked down at her artificial leg, checking its connections and making sure they were water-tight.  Reassured it would not be damaged by immersion, she waded into the pool, yelping at the icy water.

“You handle that leg pretty well,” Rebecca said, apparently waiting to see if Della needed help into the water.  When it was clear that Della was fully capable of doing it on her own, she followed her in.

“I made it myself, so yeah.  The price I had to pay to get home to my kids, I suppose.  I don’t regret it for a minute,” Della said with a shrug, “That said, this water is FREEZING, and it’s chilling the metal right up to my hip!  GYAHH!”

“Ooh!  Can I take a look?” asked Gadget, suddenly right beside Della.  Before the duck had a moment to react, Gadget had reached out, gripped the connection, uncoupled it, and pulled it free of Della’s hip.  Suddenly unbalanced by having her artificial leg literally yanked from her body, Della flailed for balance, teetering around before falling against Rebecca.  She grasped desperately to keep from falling, her wing-fingers grabbing something large, firm-yet-soft, and squeezing tight.

Rebecca stared down at Della as the young woman suddenly realized exactly what she had grabbed.  Della blushed, feeling Rebecca’s nipples poking her palms, rock hard.  

“S-Sorry!” she gasped.

“Don’t worry about it,” Rebecca said, grinning after a tense moment.  She lifted Della’s arm around her shoulder, hefting the duck’s weight and helping her over to the side of the pool.

“Oooh! Golly, integrated neural circuitry!  Did you build this out of SCRAP?  I dunno if I could pull that off with nothing but a basic survival kit…” Gadget murmured, apparently unaware of the distress she had just caused her friend.  At least for a moment, until she turned to look at the glaring Della and Rebecca, and blushed. 


 “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!”  She then hurried back, and held the leg out, and kneeled down in the water to reconnect it to Della’s hip.  “Whenever I find fascinating new tech or get really into a project,  I just get tunnel-visioned, and…  ...I tend to forget there are people around me, and…”  She looked at Della’s hanging shaft and perked up.  “Oh, wait, this usually cheers Chip up when I screw up like that.”


Della reached down to adjust her leg, not quite noticing Gadget yet, until she squawked as the mouse girl suddenly grabbed her cock and started stroking it, leaning in to lick the tip. “Woah, hey, Gadg, this is sud-oooh that’s good…”


Hearing the moan of encouragement, Gadget just slipped the duck woman’s cock into her mouth, suckling on it while stroking the shaft with one hand, the other sliding up to rub Della’s mound as well.


Della was about to say something until she felt a pair of ample breasts press against her back, with two brown hands cupping her tits to squeeze them.  She looked over her shoulder to see Rebecca smirking at her.


“We both know what the kids were doing earlier.  ...might as well have some fun ourselves, don’t you think?”  She then leaned into french kiss Della, who moaned into her mouth.


“Mmm…” Gadget murmured softly, bobbing her head slowly upon Della’s swollen shaft, urging it towards erection.   Della just groaned and returned Rebecca’s kiss, reaching down to stroke Gadget’s hair, her shaft soon hardening in the mouse’s mouth.  Rebecca smirked, reaching down around Della, returning the favor by cupping the duck’s downy breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples.

Della groaned as she felt herself stiffen, Gadget’s tongue slipping under her foreskin to tease her head.  She closed her eyes, unable to help herself as she moaned in pleasure.


“Golly, Della.  I wasn’t expecting this!” Gadget panted hoarsely, pulling off of the other woman to catch her breath.  Della looked down between her legs, blushing.  Her penis was a pink pillar, almost brushing the undersides of her breasts, pulsing visibly.  It was as thick as Gadget’s admittedly slender wrist.  A marble-sized droplet of pre was oozing from the tip.


“I’m… not THAT big…” Della panted, “I mean, not compared to a lot of the men and women I know… I’m only fifteen inches.”

“ONLY fifteen,” repeated Rebecca, chuckling.

“And how did you handle this monster for eight years on the moon?” Gadget asked, giggling.

“Um… Let’s just say that there’s a lot of very sticky moon rocks and that I learned that machine oil is… actually decent lubricant for OTHER things too..  And I had to be careful not to accidentally lose my emergency oxygen gum by moaning and dropping it, or accidentally swallowing it,” Della said, her face turning even redder than before.

“...Gives a new perspective on the term ‘autoerotic asphyxiation,’ doesn’t it?” Rebecca asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, pretty much…  Though it was mostly asphyxiation, and not very erotic,” agreed Della, “Not an experience I enjoyed, to be honest.”

“Well, you need to make up for eight years of only having your hand…” Gadget purred, smiling as she leaned down, placing a long, luscious lick from Della’s sheath all the way to her tip.  Della threw back her head, her mane of white hair cascading behind her as her cock quaked and trembled eagerly.  The bead of precum turned to a drooling stream, running down the underside of her penis over Gadget’s pink nose.
 
Rebecca smiled as she continued to caress Della’s breasts, leaning in to nuzzle and lick the duck’s neckline, watching Gadget as the mouse licked and slurped all over the dribbling cock, before looking up. “...Okay, I gotta get in on this.”  She slipped around Della, then leaned down over her lap to join Gadget in kissing and licking all over the fifteen-inch dick.  Both sets of tongues and lips danced all over the duck’s cock before they started kissing over it, their tongues dancing along the spurting cocktip.


Della just groaned as the two women worked over her shaft, arching her back.  “Ooh…  oh, wow..  I haven’t had treatment like this in years…”  She smiled and slid a hand down Rebecca’s back, her feathered fingers feeling the curve of the momma bear’s shapely rear, before sliding between her legs to tease her pussy, making her growl out a moan.


Gadget noticed, then smiled as she paused her suckling to shift out of the water, getting on all fours on Della’s other side, before leaning down to rejoin Rebecca in “fighting” over the duck’s thick cock, the two of them now taking turns sliding it into their mouths to give it a good suck, before switching to licking along Della’s moist cuntlips. 


Noticing Gadget’s upraised tail, Della smiled and reached down to start fingering the mouse girl at the same time as the she-bear, and soon all three women were moaning in unison at the shared pleasure. This continued for a little longer before Della arched her back and squawked, her dick erupting, with thick gobs of hot cum splattering Gadget and Rebecca’s muzzles.  Both women moaned as they lapped up the goo, while their own pussies clenched around Della’s fingers. 


“Nnngahhh!!  Ahhhnnn!  Yeesssss….” moaned Della, feeling her cock jerk and pulse, again and again, sending massive ropes of gooey fluid into the air.  They arced gracefully, splattering across Rebecca’s breasts and over Gadget’s face.  The bear opened her mouth, presenting a target for Della, and the duck was more than happy to oblige her, aiming her penis like a hose and trying to fill Rebecca’s muzzle.  “Tried” was the operative word, because her member was jerking and flexing far too hard for her to aim with any accuracy.  Rebecca got streaks of semen up her cheeks, between her eyes, on her forehead.  


Gadget took her turn, gasping and giggling as Della’s incredibly thick, nearly glue-like spunk struck her face and chest.  She moaned, closing her eyes in delight as it dripped down her face, down between her small, perky breasts, and down her stomach.  She scooted forward, pressing the head of Della’s cock to her stomach, smiling as the milky goo bubbled up and dripped down.  Her fingers delved between her thighs, caressing her clitoris, even as aftershocks of her own orgasm shook her body.


Unbeknownst to the women, two pairs of eyes were watching them, hidden by the thick jungle foliage nearby.  Kit and Max watched as streamers of milky, hot duck-spunk flew through the air, clearly visible even from their hiding spot.


“Whooooa… Who knew that Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s mom could spray like THAT?!” Max asked, his eyes wide.  His cock was out of his shorts, erect and dragging in the soft dirt beneath him. 


“Lucky jerks.  And they get tucked in at night by her,” grumbled Kit, his cheeks flushing as he watched Rebecca lean in and wrap her lips around the head of Della’s penis, gulping down mouthfuls of thick fluid.


“Not just them,” Max adds, “keep in mind Webby lives with them, and Della practically treats her like a daughter too.  You just know she tapped that, too.”  He pushed his shorts back down, then left them hanging around one ankle as he reached down to stroke his shaft, letting it harden, before smirking at Kit.  “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t gotten ‘tucked in’ by Mrs. C yourself, right?”


Kit had already taken off his own shorts,, and was soon stroking himself to full hardness as well, watching the three women.  “Yeah, but she’s pure female.  And she thinks I’m too young for her to peg with that strap-on she uses on Poppa Bear.”


“Woah, really?  Dude, that’s hot.”


“Damn yeah it is…”  Kit smirked, playfully elbowing Max.  “...y’know, man, I don’t tell you this enough, but you’re the best ‘bro-with-benefits’ a guy could have.  I don’t know a lot of guys who’d be okay with joining in something like this.”


Max smirked back. “Dude, the day I don’t join you in watching naked people and jacking off with ya, just bury me, ‘cause I’ll be dead.”  


There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other in the eye, then both blushed and turned their attention back to the women.  “Not that we’re into each other or anything,” Max added.


“No, totally not, we’re both definitely into girls,”  Kit confirmed with as much confidence as he could muster in his voice.  This was followed by near silence, with the only sound filling the air being the fapping of two boys watching the bathing threesome before them, which now featured Rebecca bent over as Della fucked her from behind, the bear’s head between a moaning Gadget’s legs.  


And then Max spoke up again.  “I think I need something more than my hand, dude.  Can I…?”  


Kit groaned, then pushed his ass up.  “Oh fine, go ahead.  But you’re giving me a reach around, too.”


Max smiled as he mounted the bear cub. “Can do, buddy, I owe you that much.”  He gripped Kit’s waist and slowly hotdogged him, rubbing his shaft against the fuzzy rump, before grunting as his thick tip squeezed between those cheeks, making Kit moan softly as it went in.  He then slowly started to thrust his hips, reaching around to grip his partner’s cock to stroke it in time with his thrusts.


The black-furred dog groaned in pleasure as he pumped into Kit’s plush, wide rear.  His rock-hard length pulsed as he drove in, feeling Kit clench around him.  The bear’s back tensed, as he moaned in pleasure, his cock dragging back and forth in the soft grass under him.  Kit groaned, feeling Max’s gloved hand pumping his cock, pulling his foreskin forward and back.  Max’s heavy, swollen testicles slapped against his own, but he did not care.  It only heightened his pleasure.


Both Max and Kit parted the jungle leaves in front of them, watching the action in the waterfall pool.  By this point, Della was leaning against the shoreline as Gadget and Rebecca were both straddling her waist, and were apparently scissoring around her cock.  Max groaned as he looked over Kit’s shoulder, thrusting hard into the bear cub’s ass.  “Hmmff..  Man, Mrs. C’s got great tits…”


Kit panted and pushed his hips back, wriggling back against Max. “Yeah, they feel so good, too…  She gives awesome boobjobs…”  He groaned as Max fucked him nice and hard, pumping on his cock.  He was already squirting his pre onto the grass before he smirked and clenched his ass tightly, making the canine groan louder.  “...c’mon, man, you call that humping me?  I thought you were gonna give it to me, dude.”


Max groaned and smirked as he thrust hard, smacking Kit’s ass with his hips.  “Dang, boy, I didn’t know you were so thirsty for my cock.  You should’ve said something before.”  He angled his thrusts a bit, and soon Kit felt that dick rubbing against his prostate.


Kit bit his lip and groaned as he felt himself getting stimulated further.  “Dude, you asked to hump MY ass first.  I don’t mind, but make it worth my ~ Oh yeah, right there…”  He wriggled back, grunting as he started thrusting back against Max just as intensely.  


Soon enough, any thoughts of watching the older women’s threesome began to fade as Max and Kit became lost in their own pleasure, the two boys thrusting back at each other.  Indeed, Max stopped thinking much at all.  His eyes glazed over, even as his hips moved almost mechanically against his best friend’s.  His cock was pulsing, throbbing, aching; and all he could do was drive forward as pre began to flow, lubricating his thrusts.  The dog’s eyes fell half-lidded as voices began to whisper in the back of his head, directing his actions.  There was a red shimmer as the amulet reappeared around his neck.

Kit noticed none of this.  He was far too busy watching Della pump her hips, driving up between Gadget and Rebecca’s muffs.  From his angle, he could see the pink rod of her shaft peek out, drooling pre heavily.  He shivered, leaving a sticky snail’s trail of precum under him as his own lengthy shaft dragged back and forth in the soft grass and vines.

“Oh, man, Ms. Della must be in heaven… What I’d give to be in her place…” Kit murmured.  Max gave a low, weak grunt that he interpreted as an agreement.  He did not realize that Max was not listening to a word he said.

“Look at all that sticky stuff she’s dribbling.  I bet she’s gonna spurt her cock-milk any second,” Kit panted, clenching his plush rear around Max’s shaft.  He was right.  A moment later, Della gave a cry of delight, arching her back.  The young duck lady’s beak opened wide in a cry of pleasure,   Kit groaned as he watched the splatter of cum flying through the air, splattering across Gadget and Rebecca’s bellies and tits, and soon bit his hand as he groaned loudly, spurting his own thick seed all over the ground beneath him.   His body shook against Max’s, spasming again and again as he soaked the grass with massive spurts of bear-seed, his cock bouncing up to slap his stomach repeatedly.

Max gave a low, guttural groan as he buried himself to the hilt inside Kit, and held himself there.  His balls were pressed tight to the other boy’s spasming testicles.  With a surge, he threw his head back, feeling spunk rush up his shaft and out in a mighty, blissful spurt.  He easily overflowed Kit, cum rushing down the boy’s brown fur and onto the ground.  Max stared into space, not really seeing anything in front of him, even as his body spasmed again and again with each powerful ejaculation.


The black-furred dog held out his hand, as red mist swirled forth from the ruby of his amulet.  It quickly formed into an exact copy of the necklace, dangling from his fingers.  Even as Kit was moaning, watching Della pump her cock with both hands, aiming it back and forth between Gadget and Rebecca as she hosed them down with her incredibly thick, nearly glue-like semen; Max slipped the chain around Kit’s neck.


Kit gasped as the cold metal and the weight of the stone registered.  His facial expression changed rapidly from strained pleasure to mild confusion, to surprise, and finally to dull emptiness.  His eyes shimmered red, as the ruby of his own Amulet began to glow and shimmer.  His orgasm intensified, his blasts of cum striking the ground so hard that it threw up droplets and globules of milky cream into the air, splashing around him.  His body trembled from head to toe as Max gripped his hips, driving forward into him, riding out his own climax.


Kit groaned as he nearly collapsed, still spurting droplets of cum as his orgasm ended, while the amulet’s influence crawled into his mind, suppressing his thoughts.  When he recovered and once again lifted his head, his eyes were now as red as Max’s, his will now bound to the amulet. Just as his friend was.  Without a word, Max pulled out of him, and soon both boys rose up, the amulet’s crimson mist somehow evaporating all traces of cum from their bodies, leaving no evidence as they quickly left before the adult women took notice of them.


If only it were that easy for Della, Rebecca, and Gadget; who were drenched head to toe in Della’s cum.  The young adventuress sagged back, exhausted, even as thick goo drooled onto her stomach, her cock continuing to pulse and twitch eagerly.

“Golly, Della!  How pent up were you?!” Gadget giggled, waving her hands as strands of sticky fluids flew from her fingers. 

“I’m NEVER going to get cum THIS thick out of my fur… particularly this MUCH of it…” Rebecca sighed, licking some off her own hand.


“Unnng… I dunno, I’ve always been this productive.  I left a few small craters on the moon filled the brim.  You should see my uncle and brother, though,” Della sighed, shivering in the afterglow.

“...I might just,” Rebecca said with a grin, “But c’mon.  Let’s TRY to get clean so that we can get back and watch the kids for Scrooge.”


******


The rest of the morning was relatively uneventful as the kids helped the adults move supplies and parts for fixing the plane around, while Scrooge took his turn in the waterfall pool.  He returned soon, his face turned pink with arousal as he adjusted his pants.  Clearly, he had seen the remnants of the mess made by the girls, boys, and women before him; though he made no comment on the matter.


“Allllrighty, lads and lassies.  We’re gonna head back into the ruins, but we’re gonna pair off.  I explored ahead a lil’ bit yesterday, an’ it’s pretty clear in there, so I think we’re good ta have ya adventure a bit,” Scrooge said lightly, “An’ since this is s’posed to be an educational trip, I want each pair ta bring me back some artifact or somethin’ you found that’s of interest!  The best find will win a prize!”


This brought a murmur out of the children as they wondered what awesome prize a trillionaire might give them.  Della chuckled, knowing her uncle’s legendary cheapness meant that the prize was not going to be nearly as glamorous as the kids might think.

“So.  Let’s split off, kids, an’... let’s make it interestin’.  I don’t want you in pairs that are predictable!  Webby, Lena, you two’ll separate; same with you, Kit and Max,” Scrooge said, smiling.

“Now let’s see..  ...eh, for the fun of it, let’s pair you off boy-girl style.  Huey, you’ll be with Lena.  Louie, you’re with Webby.  Dewey, with Violet.  Tammy, with Kit, and Gosalyn, with Max.  Any objections?”  Before anyone could finish raising their hands, Scrooge turned away. “Good!  Now then, do be careful in there, and do some learnin’!”




******

“Um… so… how do you wanna start searching?  I recommend we take our portion of the ruins, map it, then lay out a grid, and search square by square!” Huey suggested, “That’s what the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook says to do, at least!”

Lena stared at him for a moment, before rolling her eyes and brushing her feathered fringe out of her eyes.  She responded, after taking a moment to choose her words, “...Or I could just try to detect anything magical with a spell…”

“Aww, but that’s no fun!  Plus, what if there’s nothing magical in there to find?” Huey asked, crossing his wings over his chest.

“Or we could compromise and just… look around at random?” Lena suggested.


“You just wanna suck all the fun out of this, don’t you?” Huey sighed, following the taller gosling as they walked down a corridor towards their assigned location.  He sighed, lighting the way with his flashlight, even as Lena used a little will-o-wisp hovering over her shoulder to do the same.

“I’m here to hang out with Webby and my sister.  The whole adventuring thing really isn’t… my style,” Lena admitted, shaking her head, “Being reduced to an incorporeal shadow for a year kinda sucks the spirit for excitement out of you a bit.”

“...Yeah, I’m sorry about that… I’m glad you’re back, though, for what it’s worth.  Webby wasn’t the same without you,” Huey admitted, his webbed feet padding on the stone floor beside hers as they walked.

Fortunately for Lena, and unfortunately for Huey, their travels through their assigned rooms were uneventful and boring.  Almost half-an-hour passed with nothing but the two children chatting idly.


“...and that’s when I decided to write in an addendum about that linguine recipe.”  Huey finished off saying as they walked down another hallway, as Lena rolled her eyes.


“Well, at least now I’ll know what you’re talking about when you boys talk about the Noodle Incident.”  Lena then looked at a doorframe. “Oh finally, a room.”  She looked inside to see a large chamber with a lot of broken pottery inside.  “This looks like an old storeroom.  Might as well keep loo~” She was interrupted as Huey stepped into the room with excitement.


“Ooh, storerooms are full of interesting archeological specimens!”  The red-hatted boy shown his phone lamp around as he looked at the scattered pottery shards.  “We can find a whole trove of interesting items here if we give it a look.”  Huey’s attention was so focused on the sights in front of him, he failed to notice that Lena’s eyes had turned red, his face now expressionless as she approached.


Lena shuddered, the amulet glowing bright enough to be seen through her striped shirt.  Her mind was blissfully empty, wiped clean by its power.  Something else, far more powerful than she was, was doing the thinking for her.  Her webbed toes curled as she huffed softly, the downy feathers of her thighs growing wet.  Her sheath swelled rapidly, the head of her penis poking free, followed by inch after inch of pink shaft.  The young duckling stood and waited, her arousal building and building as her penis erected with the precision of an architect, without her once touching it.  It tented her long shirt, jutting out in Huey’s direction.  

“Hey, Lena, take a look at this!” Huey remarked, picking up a shard of pottery and examining the markings on it, “...Weird…  It’s not particularly strange that it depicts all these people with exaggerated arousal…  See, they’re all drawn with big stiffies, boobs, or both… But what IS weird is that they’re all wearing the same jewelry!  This necklace here.”

Huey did not seem to care much that Lena did not respond to him, so engrossed in staring at the pieces of pottery at his feet.  He frowned, trying to piece several of them back together like a jigsaw puzzle.


Lena, for her part, swayed slowly on her feet.  Words bubbled up from the darkest depths of her mind, and her beak formed them, spoken in a nearly silent mutter.  Energy from deep within her body and spirit was drawn forth; formed, molded, and given purpose by the words.  She had no idea what spell she was casting, but the Amulet around her neck clearly did, using her inborn magic to project it.  Tendrils of energy wrapped around her wrists, moving her arms like a puppet as her fingers weaved the spell, before flinging the web of red and purple energy directly at the back of Huey’s head.


The effect was nearly instantaneous.  The boy blinked in confusion as tingling spread throughout his entire body.  It intensified most in his groin.  He gave a grunt, looking down as his penis emerged from its sheath rapidly, his testicles descending from their hiding place to hang low below.  The boy gasped as his cock rapidly grew erect, stiffening with supernatural speed. 

“Oh, no… No no no… Not on the archaeological dig, no nooooo!  NNNNG!!!” Huey whimpered, helpless to do anything but shudder as his muscles locked up.  Without once touching himself, his penis began to lurch up and down, the head flaring under his foreskin.  A thick white lance of gooey boy-spunk burst upward, flying up into the air before falling directly upon the shards of pottery with a loud splat.  Even in the middle of his spontaneous orgasm, Huey could not help but groan in frustration and horror at soaking ancient relics with his cum, possibly ruining them.  He gasped as another wave of pleasure wiped those thoughts away, the second gush even larger and more forceful than the first.  A veritable fountain of milky duck-spunk fired from his tip, just as sticky and gluey as his mother’s, splashing the dusty floor.


“Argh!  L-Lena, I c-can’t stop it!  I dunno wh-what’s going on!” Huey exclaimed, his words punctuated by grunts, gasps, and moans as he bucked his hips uncontrollably, his cock jumping up and down uncontrollably.  He reached down to grip his cock, putting one hand over the tip to futilely try and stop the spurting.  Lena suddenly dropped down to her knees and grabbed his cock.


“Gotta stop the gushing somehow”, she said before suddenly engulfing his dick, gulping down his seed as her hand stroked up and down the throbbing cock, making the boy moan in pleasure, before starting to buck his hips, thrusting into her mouth.  She bobbed her head further until she was deep-throating his cock, her fingers sliding down to stroke his balls.  Huey just groaned in response as he felt her fingers grip his crotch, and just kept spurting his hot cum down her throat as she swallowed.


As she did, however, she looked up at him, her eyes glowing again, with mist-like strands of crimson energy.  As she gripped his balls, her fingers began glowing brightly, and scarlet veins of energy coursed up his body until he arched his back and climaxed even harder.  She pulled back, closing her eyes and opening her beak to let him spray his load all over her face, while the energy spiraled up his spine to reach his head,


As Huey finally stumbled back against a wall, his climax finally spent, and his softening cock dribbling with his seed, he opened up his eyes again, a crimson tinge in his iris as another copy amulet manifested around his neck.  Silently he looked at Lena, who was licking her fingers clean, and he approached her, leaning in to lick his cum off her face.  The inherent cuteness of the scene marred only by the eerie silence and blank look on their faces, the two ducks soon finished cleaning each other up, before getting back up to continue “exploring” the ruins.


*******


Elsewhere in the ruins, Tammy and Kit were rummaging through a pile of old scrolls, grumbling to themselves in boredom.  The bear and squirrel worked in awkward silence, apparently unsure of what to say to each other.


“...So… uh… found another pile of accounting documents… at least that’s what I THINK they are…” Kit sighed, dropping a scroll into a pile he had sorted, “I’m sure Mr. McDuck will find them fascinating, but…”

“What were you hoping for?” asked Tammy, throwing her crimson braid over her shoulder as she looked over at him.

“...I dunno, something MORE?” Kit grumbled, “I mean… During summer break, I fought SKY PIRATES!  We sang SHOWTUNES.  Rummaging through dust and dirt and old papyrus isn’t my idea of fun.”

“I’m not a fan of it either,” Tammy grumbled, brushing her paws off on her overalls, “But if I’m going to impress… uh… someone, I need to get down and dirty sometimes!”

“...Man, again, he’s like… three times your age, Tammy,” Kit said, staring at the girl, “You are absolutely crazed for him.”

“He’s DREAAAAAAAAAMMY!” Tammy sighed, getting sparkles in her eyes, pressing her palms to her face, “He’s so handsome and brave and has the biggest, juiciest….”

She trailed off, turning bright red and pressing her thighs together as Kit stared at her.  She coughed and turned away from the bear, who snickered.


“And he sounds like he’s permanently overdosed on helium.  I can see the attraction,” Kit replied, shaking his head in amusement.  Tammy’s expression soured and she stuck her tongue out at him.  He snickered in response and kept walking. 


“Yeah, that kind of mature reaction should impress him.”  He walked into another room without thinking, then sighed. “Aaaand more scrolls.  Of course.”  He opened one at random, then grinned. “Oh hey, this is actually interesting.”


“Huh?  Hey, lemme see!”  Tammy quickly moved up to Kit and tried to look over his shoulder, only for him to turn around and show her the scroll, causing her to blush brightly.


The scroll was a large picture with text underneath; the pictured showed multiple furs, wearing nothing but jewelry, engaged in various sexual acts, in just about every position Tammy could recognize, and many more she never even knew existed.  And above the scene, watching down like some sort of twisted parody of the sun, was a red eye surrounded by a crown of black-red tentacles. 


“Woah, is that…?”  Tammy hesitantly asked, only for Kit to smile and nod.


“Yeah, that’s the cult of Yrotikoz, fully engaged in one of their regular rites.  I think this one’s a ritual of spring or something.”  He smiled and looked at the page again, sliding a finger over the strange script, which began to shimmer with a crimson glow unseen by Tammy, who tilted her head.


“How do you know that?  Isn’t that some weird old text or something?”  She glared skeptically at Kit, who looked a bit nervously at her.


After a moment of hesitation, he chuckled and turned the page to her “Well, you can sort of make out some words if you squint enough.  Here, take a look.”


Tammy took the page, frowning as she narrowed her large blue eyes and leaned in to look closer at the dusty page.  She blushed, noting the surprising amount of detail drawn on the scroll.  Every strand of semen was lovingly rendered, flying and splattering fur and feathers and scales.  She shook her head and focused on the strange squiggles of the ancient language.  She could not make head nor tails of any of the script, despite Kit’s claims… but she was unable to look away all the same.

Her eyes roamed back and forth, captivated by the strange markings on the page.  She did not notice the crimson shimmer surrounding the glyphs, enrapturing her.  Her mind felt cloudy and dazed, her fluffy tail swishing as she looked back and forth.


Kit, behind her, was likewise staring into space, letting her “read” the page.  His hands were down between his legs, squeezing his sheath as his penis slid out into his fingers.  Inch after inch of long, fat cub-cock emerged into his hands, and he slowly pumped it as blood flowed into it.


“...I…  Something’s… weird…” Tammy murmured, blinking sleepily, “I… I think I see something…  I think… I… understand something…” 


“What do you understand?” Kit asked, speaking in an emotionless monotone, even as he pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it aside.  The Amulet rested against the brown fur of his chest, glowing with a baleful crimson light.


Tammy’s eyelids started drooping, her gaze transfixed on the text.  “It…  it says ‘the glory of Yirotikoz is…  ...never-ending…  ...that so long as his will exists in the heart of one soul, his power will spread…  ...and that his power grows the more share in his will…”  As she recited those words, she failed to register Kit’s hands reaching around behind her to unbutton her overalls.  The straps fell away, and they fell to the floor at her ankles.  Kit lifted her blouse up, and she obliged him by lifting her arms unresistingly, letting him pull it over her head. 

Kit’s fingers found her nipples, pinching them gently until they hardened and poked through the cream-colored fur that coated her chest.  She moaned, shivering as he caressed her flat chest, teasing her.  She felt a hot, pulsing weight against her back like someone had laid a hot iron bar against the small of her back.  A trickle of wetness soaked the fur just under her shoulder blades.  The squirrel did not react, continuing to read the text numbly.


Kit’s cock pulsed, the fifteen-inch length sliding back and forth against Tammy’s back, her tail pushed off to the side.  He waited with almost robotic patience as the voices whispering in the back of his head told him what to do.  Now was not the time.  If he went too early, he would break the spell.  He had to wait.  Kit was a good boy, and he obeyed, and he waited, even though his cock ached and dribbled pre onto her back.


Tammy’s eyelids drifted lower and lower until only a slit of blue was visible.  She shuddered as the red glow drew her gaze down to the eye in the mass of swirling, spurting tentacles.  She met the gaze of the eye and groaned.  Kit felt her tremble… tense… shudder… and she gasped, as her panties were drenched with a rush of fluid.  Kit stared straight ahead, continuing to wait patiently as the little squirrel moaned and quivered as a spontaneous orgasm shook her form.


That climax, it seemed, was what it took to break whatever meager resistance Tammy had been giving.  Swirling tendrils of light radiated from the Eye on the page into Tammy’s eyes.  The world seemed to fade away around her, her surroundings turning blurry and dim.


Tammy blinked once, then twice, and the third time, reopened her eyes to see herself not inside an old, abandoned ruined, but outside under the sun, looking up at a massive temple structure that looked brand new.  She looked down at herself and saw that she was absolutely naked, save for elaborate gold bands decorating her arms and legs, golden chains wrapped around her waist and chest, and a red-jeweled amulet hanging around her neck.  As she looked to her sides, she saw others: her classmates, her teachers, her family, all similarly undressed, and all in various stages of arousal.  Then her attention was drawn to a voice in front of her.


“Is the Sacrifice ready?”  The girl nearly swooned as her gaze fell upon the male presiding over the ceremony; Chip Maplewood, her longtime crush, just as barely naked as the others, with his massive cock hanging semi-hard between his legs, and her eyes (finally) firmly planted on her.  She smiled and stepped forward, nodding at him.  She barely noticed that his eyes were glowing bright red.  The chipmunk smirked, raising his hands towards her.
 
“I am, Master!” she agreed, taking several steps forward.  She winced as she came short.  The chains wrapped around her were being held by Max and Huey, who had utterly blank expressions.  The boys gripped the chains, preventing her from coming any closer to him.  Chip smirked, stepping down the stairs towards her slowly.


“Kneel,” Chip commanded.  Tammy’s knees hit the stone floor so quickly that pain jolted through her, but she did not even wince.  Her eyes remained locked on Chip, shuddering as she felt her nectar drip down her thighs.  With every step he took towards her, his penis was rising up, stiffening and swelling.  Tammy almost drooled, staring at the fist-sized red head under the foreskin.  She had dreamed of it for ages.  She had spent many a night masturbating as she watched through a crack in the door of Gadget’s room, or through the slats of Gadget’s closet as he had pumped that mighty shaft into the mouse… Tammy had wished it had been her.

But then those thoughts simply drifted out of Tammy’s mind.  She was confused.  She was a sacrifice for her Master to Yrotikoz, not a student.  She was not even an individual, merely a vessel for seed and for her god’s will.  She forced any of those strange thoughts out of her head, to focus on what was happening now.

Chip stepped forward, towering over the kneeling cub.  His cock was fully erect now, standing like a pink pillar from his hips, tall enough to brush his pectoral muscles.  He gripped the base of his penis, squeezing it slowly from sheath to tip, milking the foreskin several times.  He peeled back his foreskin, revealing the swollen tip to the world.  The other cultists began to chant and drone.  


Chip’s penis twitched, and the head swelled as a dribble of clear fluid began to leak from the tip.  He grasped his shaft by the base and swung it pendulously back and forth before Tammy’s eyes.  She stayed stock still, watching and waiting.  He brought his cock down, resting it first on one shoulder, then the other, as if knighting her with a sword.  Tammy gasped at the heat and hardness of it; it was the cock she had been dreaming of since before she even knew what a penis was.  It was everything she ever wanted and it was touching her.


The adult male brought the head of his cock down the third time and pressed it to her forehead.  Tammy shuddered in delight as a trickle of syrupy wetness ran down her fur, dribbling onto the bridge of her muzzle.  Chip stepped back, and she could see a strand of clear fluid still connecting the head of his shaft to her face for a brief moment before it broke.  Still gripping his cock, Chip lowered it down so the tip was level with Tammy’s mouth.


“Open,” he said calmly, and Tammy immediately knew what he meant.  She let her jaw drop, tongue extended as he moved forward again, rubbing the thick head against her lips.  She moaned and slowly started slurping and licking over the sticky cocktip, lapping up his precum before she felt his strong hand grabbing the back of her head, holding her in place as he pushes his cock into her mouth.  She strained only for a split second before she took the thick dick into her mouth.  She moaned even louder as she began to suckle on the shaft, even as Chip started to buck his hips, thrusting into her mouth.


Tammy’s ears perked as she began to hear the sounds of fapping and schlicking around her.  Without even looking behind her, she could practically feel her mother fingering herself at the sight of her oldest daughter drooling over the High Priest’s cock.  She kept her arms obediently down at her side, letting Chip use her mouth.  Despite how badly she wanted to run her little hands all over his body, she knew her place, and it was under His complete control.  Not Chip’s, of course, but her god, Yrotikoz.  Chip’s dick, as much as she was worshipping it, was only a surrogate to Yrotikoz’s divine endowments.  But worship it she did, as much because she loved the High Priest as because he represented her loving, virile god.


Tammy clenched her fingers, struggling to restrain herself, even as she could feel her loins burning and dripping with lust.  The only gesture she was allowed now was to start bobbing her head, sucking eagerly on Chp’s cock with loving devotion.  He wasn’t even holding her down now; she merely bobbed her head faster, swallowing more and more of his cock, until she was grinding her nose against his pubic fur, his thick shaft sliding down the back of her throat as she suckled until she could hear him groan loudly, and feel the distinct throbbing of a spurting cock, and the warmth of a hot load of cum filling.  He began to pull his still spurting cock out, and soon her mouth was flooded with the sweet flavor of his cum before he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load all over her face and torso.  


As he stepped back, Tammy shivered, feeling her own juices dripping down her inner thighs and pooling between her legs.  She had climaxed the moment she’d felt his cum flooding her mouth, and was so lost in the post-coital glow, she barely felt the arms lifting her off the ground and dragging her to the altar.  She barely acknowledged the soft fingers stroking along her cum-soaked body, tracing designs into the semen, using it as a makeshift bodypaint.  And she only started becoming aware again when she was pushed down onto the altar, her arms tied to the side and her legs spread and hips pushed forward so that her legs were hanging off the side, her wet cunt now bared to the gathered crowd.  She felt the urge to curl her tail up to cover herself, then fought it down; her body’s beauty was not hers to hide; it was Yrotikoz’s to display to his worshippers as He said fit. 

The chains around her body were attached to the altar, keeping her from moving all but her hips, as she shivered.  She stared up at the sky, letting the sensations fill her as Chip’s cum dripped down her body.  She was so lost in the feelings that she did not even notice someone approaching until she felt something hot and hard press against her little chubby vulva.  
Craning her head, she was surprised to see not Chip, but Kit standing there, his cock pulsing eagerly as he rubbed it back and forth against her cleft.  His expression was strangely vacant like he did not have a single thought of his own in his head.  She had rarely seen his erection so stiff, veins bulging along the sides and pre drooling down in a steady, unbroken flow.


Tammy felt a momentary urge to complain.  Her little cunny was meant for Chip’s cock, for that mighty divine rod.  It was what she had dreamed of for years, after all, and her life’s purpose…  But then she remembered that Yrotikoz was her purpose and her true devotion.  She leaned back, shivering as Kit ground himself against her.  She then felt a shadow fall down upon her and tilted her head back to see Chip standing behind the altar, his arms stretched out to the sky.


“Chosen by Yrotikoz’ will, this young warrior acolyte shall be the one to claim this maiden in His name. Master!  This young flesh is yours to command!  Make his penis an extension of your divine virility!”  Chip chanted into the air, his amulet glowing brightly.


Kit stood there, his expression still vacant, until his amulet flashed a crimson glow and he began to shudder unnaturally before he grinned as his eyes glowed a similar red, and he gripped his cock, which was not just hardening, but growing even large than normal.  Tammy knew then and there that Kit was nothing more than a vehicle for Yrotikoz’s control, the deity piloting him like a mech from those cartoons…


...before Tammy could ponder what a ‘mech’ or a ‘cartoon’ was, words that were unfamiliar to her tribal mind, she felt Kit grab her legs, holding her down as he pushed his thick cock against her cuntlips, and he soon began to penetrate her, his rod plunging deep into her folds.  She moaned and arched her back as she felt the bearcub start to fuck her nice and deep, his throbbing cock grinding against her inner walls.


Kit growled and bent low over her, driving his hips against hers hard enough to shake her frame.  His large, swollen sack slapped her rump with enough force to sting.  His cock was pulsing, firing shots of precum that added to the already copious amount of juices soaking Tammy’s thighs.  Tammy met his thrusts as best she could with her arms and legs bound, moaning as she felt him bottom out inside her.  His cock was so huge she could actually see a small bulge in her tummy every time he drove in.  

His pulsing, heated shaft ground against Tammy’s clitoris, driving her wild in pleasure.  Her eyes rolled up in her head as she climaxed a third time, her inner walls clamping down upon Kit’s shaft.  The bear growled and snarled animalistically as he thrust into her, taking long, powerful strokes that pulled his entire length out of her, before slamming all fifteen inches home.  She clenched tightly around him, her high-pitched squeals of ecstasy echoing off the stone walls (that was strange, wasn’t she outside?).  

Tammy gasped in delight.  Chip’s penis was dangling over her face again, and he was masturbating over her.  His precum dribbled onto her nose, spurting wetly onto her chest.  She could see his foreskin gliding up and down in his clenched fist, making a loud, wet schlicking noise.  His massive testicles almost touched her forehead, close enough that she swore she could hear them churning with seed.  But he remained just out of reach, just far enough that she could not touch him.  It was incredibly frustrating, and she whined desperately.


All around her, the cultists approached their fists wrapped around their shafts, pumping them even as they chanted arcane words.  They called out to Yrotikoz, their chants filling the air, echoed by the loud sound of fapping and spurting, their precum splashing all over Tammy’s body as Kit was pounding her pussy with his cock.


“Ia ia!!! Yrotikoz ftaghn!!!” they cried.  Tammy paused in mid-thrust and blinked, thinking this sounded oddly familiar… if not outright cliched… but then the thought was wiped from her head as Kit buried his cock into her again.

It did not take long. With his deity empowering him and how wet and tight Tammy was, it only took a couple of minutes before Kit snarled loudly and drove himself in.  His sheath pressed against her folds before she could feel herself getting flooded with his hot, thick cum.  This was too much for her, and she arched her back, squealing as she climaxed, soaking his crotch in her juices, before she felt hot streams of more warm cum splattering all over her body, leaving her covered head to toe in the cum of a dozen cultists.  She writhed on the altar, squirming as Kit kept grinding his semi-hard cock inside her, churning the load of cum she’d pumped inside her.  She was barely conscious, lost in the ecstasy of post-coital glow.  She felt so good, she didn’t want to stop, and just closed her eyes…


...opening them again inside the old temple chamber, laying on a table, alone save for Kit who was still grinding against her, his cum oozing from her dripping cunny.  A dazed smile was on her face, and a vacant expression in her eyes as she looked up at Kit, who smiled down at her and placed a hand on her chest.  When he pulled it away, another amulet had manifested, wrapped around her neck, and another child joined the Cult of Yrotikoz.


Kit pulled free of her with a wet slopping noise, gripping his penis to stroke the last spurts onto her stomach, drenching the fur.  Tammy let him, staring up at the ceiling blankly.  When he was done, she sat up, shivering as tingles ran through her body.  Warm, thick bearcum sloshed inside her as she climbed to her feet.


The room was silent save for the drip of semen on the floor.  There was no more need to talk.  After all, all were one in Yrotikoz’s power.  No individuality, no thought, no self.  Only pleasure and obedience.

The two cubs set about getting dressed, even as they felt more children join them under the power of the God of Lust...


******




“Hrmm… Welp, this is a minor problem,” said Dewey, frowning as he watched razor-sharp pendulum blades sweep back and forth across the hallway.  Arrows flew from one side to the other at regular rates.  Spears erupted upward from holes in the floor rhythmically.  Spinning buzzsaws dropped down from the ceiling.  

“A minor problem?” Violet asked, looking at Dewey curiously.


“Yeah, just a minor one,” Dewey said with a grin, brushing his nonexistent fingernails on his shirt, “I’ve seen worse.  I mean, there’s not even any flamethrow--” 

He was cut off by a sudden “FWAWOOSH” so loud that large flaming letters appeared in the air above him.  Searing fire streaked across the hall, turning the steel blades red hot.


“...Okay, maybe it’s a MEDIUM problem now,” Dewey said, sweat rolling down the side of his face, “I can still handle it.”

The hummingbird stared at him with her usual emotionless gaze, but her tailfeathers gave a flick.  She turned back to the trap-filled hallway, crossing her wings over her chest.


“...The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook says--” she began.


“NOOO!  No no no no!  I get enough of that from HUEY.  I don’t need it from YOU,” Dewey said, clamping her long beak shut with his feather-fingers.  She gave a muffled noise of protest, but he ignored her, turning back to the traps.

“There’s always a path through this kinda thing.  I’ve played enough Ruin Plunderer to know the programmer always leaves in a little tiny window of opportunity in these kinds of traps!  All you gotta do is know when to jump,” Dewey said, grinning as he watched the traps go.  He let go of Violet’s beak and she immediately opened it to protest again; and Dewey simply clamped it shut a second time.

“Quiet, Vi, you’re distracting me!” he grumbled.  “I need perfect focus to do this!  Now, leave it the expert!”  She rolled her eyes, then shrugged and stepped back silently once he let go of her beak again, before moving forward, giving her a smirk and a wink before he jumped into the fray.  She then winced and watched as he went through the traps, squawking and yelping in pain as he barely dodged the swinging blades, nearly got impaled twice, almost got pinned down by arrows three times, and nearly avoided getting burnt by the flamethrowers, only to end up with singed tailfeathers at the other side, in a sequence of events that would’ve taken a lot of time to illustrate, let alone animate, had this been a cartoon.  And probably been much funnier if it all happened off-camera.


Dewey just panted, leaning on the wall at the other side of the hallway, beat up, singed and exhausted. “O-okay..  ...Now…  I know..  ...I made that look easy.  But I think I worked out the pattern…”  


Violet just rolled her eyes, then walked over to one of the walls, looking at the bas-relief.  “AS I was going to say, the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook recommends that, when confronted by gauntlets of corridor traps, to try looking for safety shut-off mechanisms.”  She crouched down, looking at a carved tile showing what looked like workers carrying tools through the trap-filled corridor.  “After all,” she added, “people had to live and work here, so they would’ve had ways to go through here without getting killed.”  She pushed the tile, and a loud ‘click’ echoed through the corridor, causing the traps to shut down and retract entirely, leaving a nearly featureless hallway that Violet calmly crossed, much to Dewey’s tired dismay.  She paused only to give him a smirk and a wink.  “Next time, leave it to the expert.”

“...Well, YEAH, you can do it THAT way, but that sucks all the FUN out of it!” Dewey grumbled, following after her as they walked into the room beyond the hall.  Sunlight filtered in through the broken ceiling, and trees and vines above, illuminating a series of murals on the far wall.  Violet made the tiniest noise of excitement at the sight of them, rushing forward to examine the pigments.

“These murals are in remarkable shape for having been here for so many centuries,” she remarked, brushing dust off the wall with her wing.  

“Woo.  Paintings.  Yay,” Dewey sighed, flopping down on a piece of rubble to catch his breath.  The boy grunted, wiping sweat from his forehead, “...All that trouble for nothin’.”

“Not nothing!  Mr. McDuck could consider this a major find.  I am going to take notes now,” Violet said, pulling out her notebook and beginning to scribble.

“...Violet, I think--...  And you aren’t even listening anymore.  You really are the female version of my brother… if he was a bit of a goth… weirdly had no expressions… and was kinda cute…” Dewey sighed, burying his beak in his palms.  Sure enough, Violet took no heed of anything he said, muttering to herself as she paced back and forth in front of the mural, scribbling in her notebook.

“Ohhh… So that rune means ‘semen,’ not ‘peanut butter.’  I thought that was a little odd, talking about smearing that over their bodies…” Violet murmured.  Dewey rolled his eyes.  She was completely enraptured with the task at hand.


Sighing, the boy leaned back and stretched.  Given that he had just had several close brushes with death, his adrenaline was still coursing through his body.  He looked down and was completely unsurprised to see his shorts tented hard, precum seeping through the fabric.  Dewey never admitted it, but he was aroused by danger and adventure.  He could never have put it into words, but something about straining his body, the surge of fear and excitement, the knowledge that he was inches from injury or death made his cock spring to full, raging hardness.  He did not have a deathwish by any means, and sincerely hated pain and tried to avoid it when possible, but something about knowing he was close to it made him feel… alive.  He was an adrenaline junkie.

Knowing Violet would be busy for some time, he felt absolutely no shame or embarrassment in tugging the front of his shorts down to allow his penis to flop out right into the palm of his wing.  He closed his feathers around the half-hard flesh, sighing as he began to stroke up and down slowly.  He savored the feel of the blood pumping into the shaft, making it harden and stiffen.  That also made him feel alive more than anything.  He leaned back, grunting as he tugged his balls out of his shorts, letting the down-covered orbs hang below, already churning with his thick, gluey avian seed.


Dewey just looked at Violet and smirked. “Man, I could squeeze out a load and she wouldn’t even notice, would she?”  He dropped his shorts down and leaned against a stone table, one hand around his cock, stroking it as he looked at the hummingbird.  “She really is a cuter goth Huey.  Got a nicer butt, too.”


As if on cue, Violet actually bent down to look at some runes at the bottom of the mosaic, lifting her tail to show off her naked, shapely round butt and glistening pussy to the duck boy.  Dewey’s cock throbbed at the sight, and he licked his lips as he started to stroke himself off more eagerly, while Violet kept describing what she saw:


“It would seem the Iwanasexyans already had a very libertine society, having fled from another island kingdom to create a society of free love.  Kind of like ancient world hippies.  And after they had built their civilization, that’s when the cult of Yrotikoz was formed, as if the being was drawn to them.”    As she spoke, she absent-mindedly wiggled her ass from left to right, Dewey’s eyes glued to her glutes. 


“Uh huh,” the boy said, paying less attention to her words and more to her swaying behind, vigorously pumping his cock, only to curb his enthusiasm as she stood up again, her skirt dropping.  He involuntarily dropped an “Awww,” before she continued unaware.  


“His was only a fringe cult at first, but eventually it spread more and more, erasing all the other religions on the island, as people became his..  ...what’s that word?  Devotee?  Disciple?  No, Drone?”  As she spoke, however, her hands drifted back down to her skirt, which she began to unbutton.  Dewey perked up again as her skirt suddenly dropped down to her ankles, before she stepped out of them, now bottomless as she continued her reading.


Dewey just blinked. “Okay, I’m now so horny, my imagination’s working overtime.  Good to know.  Oh well, if I’m fantasizing, I might as well use it.”  He smiled and continued stroking his cock, watching Violet’s butt sway as she walked back and forth.


The young duck’s fingers glided up and down his swollen shaft faster now, precum leaking down over his foreskin, and his feather-fingers.  He slathered the warm, sticky fluid over his flesh, using it as lubrication.  He bit his lower beak, holding back a groan of pleasure as he stroked faster, rolling his hood up and down.  He could already feel his testicles swelling and tightening up to the base of his shaft, his thighs tensing.  

“It would seem that his influence spread slowly… using the sexuality of the people to weaken their minds, then taking them over entirely.  And with each mind it possessed, the entity gained power,” Violet remarked, her fingers trailing down as she unbuttoned her blouse.  It fell to the floor a moment later, revealing the swathe of purple feathers that covered her young, nearly shapeless form.  Still a chick like Dewey, she had yet to develop any curves.  Dewey did not mind; he found it all the sexier, in fact.  He had to praise his imagination.  Violet’s nipples were a dark purple color when he thought they might have been pink.


“It wasn’t long until the vast majority of the island’s populace were now part of the cult, and actively hunting down those who hadn’t yet joined it.  They still shunned violence, so they used various methods of entrapment, both magical and mundane, to lure outsiders into their clutches.”  Violet droned on, now starting to pose for Dewey.  She arched her back, arms behind her head as she pushed out her chest, before turning back to face the mosaic, grabbing an outcropping and bending forward, lifting her tail and spreading the feathers as she bared her ass out to the boy.  Even her cuntlips were dark purple, and glistening with her moisture.  


That was too much for Dewey.  He gave a loud grunt, pulling back his foreskin one last time to expose the bulbous tip of his cock.  He watched it swell, his entire nine-inch member giving a flex before a pearly jet of duck-spunk burst from his cock to splash against the dusty stone floor almost across the room.  His webbed toes curled as he threw his head back, trying to muffle his moans as shot after shot of glue-like fluid fired off, coating his fingers and soaking the floor.  It ran down his sack in messy rivers, even splashing his shorts, but Dewey did not care.  He pumped his shaft in time with his orgasm, bucking his hips up with each mighty ejaculation.

It wasn’t until he was halfway through his climax that Dewey realized that Violet wasn’t at the mural any more.  She was kneeling in front of him, letting his gushes splash her feathers.  Her long beak was open, catching spurts, which she swallowed loudly.  It ran down in gloopy dribbles, over her vulva, which she smeared over her folds.  

It was then that Dewey realized he wasn’t fantasizing, and that this was real.  He also realized that Violet’s eyes were glowing red.  A large, glowing amulet was resting on her chest, pulsating with a malevolent red light.


Dewey may not have been as cunning as Louie or as book smart as Huey, but he was no idiot either.  It only took him a moment to put two and two together. The boy, still climaxing wildly, sighed, and buried his face in his wings.


“...Oh, wonderful.  You’re possessed by the erotic horror from beyond time and space, and I’M about to get it too, right?” he asked, grunting between sentences.

“...Yes, that is about correct,” Violet agreed, licking some of the spunk off her beak.

“I’m guessing you’ve been under control since… pretty much day one, and we’re all too stupid to have noticed?” asked Dewey, gasping as she leaned in and suckled at his tip, gulping down several mouthfuls straight from the source.  It took her a moment to respond; the thickness of his semen had glued her beak shut for a moment.

“No, the girl called Violet Sabrewing has been under control since this morning.  Lena and Webby brought her under Yrotikoz’s power earlier today.  She now is part of the whole,” Violet responded flatly, reaching out to pump Dewey’s cock as his orgasm came to a slow dribble.  The boy slumped back, sighing.

“...Is there any point in trying to run away?” he asked weakly.

“Not really, no.  I am more than capable of stopping you,” Violet replied flatly, her eyes now glowing red with power.

“...Is it bad that I can’t tell the difference between normal you, and mind-controlled-by-an-evil-cosmic-entity you?” asked Dewey. 


“Don’t feel bad about it,” Violet said as she grabbed his cock, starting to stroke it to maintain his erection, even as he continued spurting.  “The part of me that’s not under Yrotikoz’ control is pleased you’re not put off by my usual cold demeanor.”  She then stood up and pushed him down onto the floor.  “I apologize making this abrupt, but this is part I literally hump you into a stupor.”


“Ooof!  Uh…  yay?”  Dewey hesitated to say as the girl straddled his waist, pinning him down and rubbing her rump against his cock, the spunk covering it acting as lube as she lowered herself onto it, moaning softly as it went in.  She gasped in delight, sliding down his shaft until her hips met his.  She reached up, gripping his wings and pinning them down at his sides as she began to slowly, almost mechanically rock her hips against his.

“Nnng… T-Tiiiiiight!” Dewey gasped, feeling Violet clench around him, her warmth and wetness engulfing his sensitive member.  Having just climaxed, it was almost too much for the boy.

“Yrotikoz is pleasure.  Pleasure is everything.  You exist for pleasure…” Violet said.  She spoke in her usual monotone, but there was a strange rhythmic cadence to her words.  She put emphasis on the word ‘pleasure,’ punctuating it each time with a clench of her inner muscles.  

“Uh… sure, whatever,” Dewey agreed, trying to think of a way out of his situation.  It was hard to concentrate with her glowing eyes staring straight into his, the amulet swaying back and forth with her movements over his nose, and his cock driving deep into her depths.


“All is one in Yrotikoz.  You will be one in Yrotikoz.  Yrotikoz is pleasure…” Violet continued, barely pausing for breath.  Her hips met his with a wet slap, her juices and his leftover spunk dripping down his balls.  Dewey groaned and could not help but lift his hips to meet hers.  His libido was overpowering his sense of self-preservation… and knowing the danger he was in only made his cock surge even harder.  He felt like it might break with how painfully stiff he was.


Violet just kept chanting and bouncing on top of him, moaning out the mantra into his ears as she rode him.” “All is one in Yrotikoz…  Yrotikoz will bring you Pleasure…  you will bring Pleasure to Yrotikoz…”  Dewey just groaned, losing himself in the intensity of the coupling, until he began to chant with her, first repeating her words, before they came naturally enough that they both chanted in unison, their voices as one.


“We live for Yrotikoz…  Yrotikoz is Pleasure…  ...all shall unite in Yrotikoz’ embrace…”  the two chicks now had their fingers intertwined as Violet rode Dewey harder and faster, before they both cried out at the same time: “YROTIKOZ!” they screamed as they climaxed, Violet’s girlcum splashing Dewey’s crotch moments before he flooded her pussy with his thick cum.  As they nuzzled, still humping in the throes of their orgasm, Violet’s amulet oozed out more crimson energy towards Dewey’s chest, forming another amulet, and adding another dominated mind to the fold.

Violet pulled free of Dewey, his spunk pouring down her thighs and back over his penis.  The boy lay there, panting and staring up at the ceiling, his eyes glowing red.  He sat up slowly, gripping his cock, as Violet knelt down before him.  Dewey squeezed his shaft, the last spurts spouting wetly over her face.  She barely flinched, letting it drip into her hair, shivering as a mini orgasm trembled through her loins.

No longer having to speak, as both possessed the exact same thoughts, the exact same orders they would obey; the two children stood and marched out of the room, heading deep into the ruins…  


The others were waiting for them.




*****




Elsewhere, Max and Gosalyn were going through another corridor, acapella-singing the latest Powerline Hit, until they arrived inside a large, dark room. 


Gos groaned. “Great, another dark chamber.  Why can’t it be like in Eldest Book: Skylark, where the ancient dungeons all have lit torches inside them?”


“Well, that’s why we’ve got modern tech with us,”  Max quickly replied, before flashing his cellphone’s light out into the room. As his light fell upon a group of tall figures, bedecked in studded jewelry, he yelped out in a comical fashion reminiscent of his father, stumbling back and nearly dropping his phone.  


Gosalyn quickly pulled out her own phone and soon two sets of light illuminated the room, showing…  “Mannequins!  Maybe this was a clothing store?” Gos asked aloud, smiling as she looked at a standing figure covered in jewelry all over its limbs and waist, but with a conspicuously bare crotch and chest.  “Huh, I guess the clothes decayed over time?”


Max shook his head, looking at another mural, depicting a couple of cultists, naked save for the jewels.  “Nah, this was a sex cult, remember?  They didn’t wear ANY clothing.  Heh, you think they have sex cults like these in regions where they actually have winter weather?”


Gos walked over to look at a male-looking mannequin, checking out its accessories, then turned to smirk at Max.  “Hey Goof, dare ya to put this on.”

“What?” Max frowned, looking at the outfit.

“I dare you to put it on and strut your stuff, amigo,” said Gosalyn, smirking.

“Uh, I dunno, those jewels could be cursed or something,” Max hedged, sweatdropping as Gosalyn giggled.


“Oh, is big, brave, cool-kid Maxie really just a scared lil’ pollo inside?” Gosalyn teased, a big grin on her beak, “Do ya really think that they’d curse their everyday clothes?  C’mon!  ¡Desnúdate y muéstrame tu pene, gran enano!”


“...I didn’t catch that,” Max said, staring at her blankly.


“I said strip down and show me that big black thingie between your legs, ya big coward,” sighed Gosalyn.  Max’s face turned red with embarrassment, but he puffed out his chest.  He could never let a challenge to his manhood (either his masculinity OR what dangled between his legs) stand.  He growled and shucked his shirt, tossing it aside.  His shoes and shorts followed a moment later.


“Nice tightie-whities,” Gosalyn teased, grinning.


“Shut up,” Max grumbled, looking down at his underwear.  The front was distended dramatically with the large bulge of his sheath. 

“No, really.  They do nice things for your package.  ¡Qué lindo y jugoso!” Gosalyn insisted. 

“...Did you just call my dick ‘juicy?’” Max asked, staring again.  This time it was Gosalyn’s turn to blush and look away.


“I thought you didn’t understand a word I was saying?” Gosalyn grumbled.  Max smirked.

“I understand *A* word or two, just not EVERYTHING you’re saying!” he said, slipping his fingers under his waistband and tugging his underwear down.  Gosalyn watched eagerly as the boy revealed his flaccid length.  Even soft, it was long enough to reach halfway down his thigh.  Strangely, the boy had no sheath, his penis dangling down freely between his legs.  The head of his penis, barely visible under a thick foreskin, was startlingly red-pink and contrasted with the rest of his shaft.  Gosalyn pressed her thighs together, shivering at the sight. 


“Okay, I’m naked in some ancient ruins.  Happy?” Max asked, gesturing around him.


“Not yet, chico, you’re only halfway there. Pon ese lindo trasero tuyo en ese atuendo. Put that cute butt of yours in that outfit!” ordered Gosalyn.


“...You REALLY need to cut down on speaking in that language, Gos.  I feel like I need Goggle Translate helping me out here!” Max complained.

“Oh, cállate y dame algo de masturbarse encima, imbécil atractiva,” Gosalyn grumbled, much to Max’s consternation.


Grumbling too, Max walked over to the nearest child-sized mannequin roughly his size and examined the outfit.  It was a series of golden bangles, bracelets, necklaces, and rings all connected with golden chains and encrusted with gemstones of varying colors.  Despite its intricacy, it seemed somewhat intuitive to put on.  Max started with the necklaces, snapped the bangles over his biceps, and slipped the bracelets on easily.  Then he repeated the process with the leg pieces, snapping shut a hinged golden ring around his thighs, then around his ankles.  A cock-ring was the last piece, slipped down until it rested snugly to the base of his cock.  As he was fiddling with everything to make sure it fit properly, he noticed that there seemed to be a hole in the center of the chest piece; as if something should go there that was not there now.


Max felt his mind go fuzzy, as a swirl of crimson smoke whirled around his neck.  The Amulet dispelled its masking illusion, revealing itself once more.  Max reached up, taking the dangling necklace, and slotting the fist-sized ruby into the opening.  His eyes glowed red, his entire posture turning strangely slack as he surrendered his will to the power contained in that stone.


“C’mon, c’mon.  Turn around an’ lemme see what you’ve got!” Gosalyn insisted impatiently.  She was aiming her phone at him with one hand, the other idly down the front of her shorts, playing with her mound and her growing erection.


Max just smiled and turned around, the glow in his eyes fading down to a dull reddish reflection, and he quickly pushed his hips out, letting the duckling get a gander (pun not intended) at his semi-hard shaft dangling between his legs, decked in a gleaming gold cockring.  The rest of his body was similarly ‘blinged’ out, the golden jewelry only accenting his nudity.  “So, is it everything you imagined?”


Gos just gasped and stared, the front of her shorts tenting visibly.  “Dios Mio…”  She licked her beak, then smiled.  “Oh yeah, now there’s that Longshaft cock I’ve heard so much about.”  She then smirked at him.  “If all you Goofs have dicks like that shoved down the legs of your pants, no wonder you’re accident-prone.”


Max just deadpanned. “Hah hah, never heard that one before.”  He then smirked right back.  “Well, turnabout’s fair play.  Now’s your turn to strip down and put on some of that jewelry.  Or are you a Pollo?”


Gosalyn blushed, got flustered, then frowned and glared at the boy, in a rapid succession of emotions. “ ¿Que? De acuerdo, te comerás esas palabras, carnicero imbécil”  She then put down her phone and started to undress as well, taking off her shirt to show off her bare chest, before pulling down her shorts, letting her hardening cock hang out freely.  As she stepped out of them, Max could see her glistening cuntlips and smiled.  Gos looked over her shoulder and smiled, wiggling her ass at him. 


 “Oh?  ¿Te gusta mi trasero?”  She smirked and slapped her own buttcheeks, before walking over to one of the mannequins to pick up some bangles of her own.


With her back turned to Max, she couldn’t see his eyes glow as he extended a finger, pointing at the jewelry she was picking up.  As she put on one of the bracelets, the gems on it briefly flickered, although, to Gos’ eyes, it looked merely like the glint off one of the flashlights.  But the bracelet felt surprisingly comfortable, as she continued putting on more.  


“Hey, these things are pretty comfy, for a thousand-year-old metal bracelet,” she said as she slipped on an ankle bracelet, followed by one of the thigh chains.  “And weirdly form-fitting.  If I didn’t know better, I’d swear these were custom-made for me.”  As Gosalyn put on an extra piece of jewelry, she felt compelled to put on another, and then another.  They felt good on her, and right.  She barely noticed Max’s gaze on her body as she decked herself up in the full set.  


“Oh wow…  ...I was never into the whole ‘girly jewelry’ thing, but I’m starting to see the appeal.”  She stated as she started to rub herself.  Her body felt warmer as the jeweled ensemble seemed to cling to her like a second skin.  As she reached up for the necklace, she realized something.  


“Hey, this is just a basic chain.  Where\s that big eye-like medallion like on yours?”  She turned to look at Max, and noticed the bright red glow in both his eyes and the amulet on his chest.  She then sighed.  “Oh, mierda.”  She started to back away, only for the gems on her own jewelry to start glowing bright red, intensifying the heat she was feeling.  She paused and moaned, stumbling a bit as her cock swelled to full hardness, the cockring pulsing around the base.


“You’re not going anywhere,” Max coldly remarked.  “Not until you’ve fully joined our ranks.”


“Um… what?” asked Gosalyn, frowning as she looked up at Max in confusion, “Max, you’re acting kinda strange…”


Max did not reply, but the gemstone on his chest pulsed.  The stones set into Gosalyn’s jewelry glowed in response, and pleasure rushed through the little girl’s body.  She gasped, dropping to her knees.  Her shaft sprung up, slapping against her stomach.  A rush of her juices dampened her thigh feathers, and she shuddered.


“What… What’s going on?” she gasped, reaching down to wrap a wing around her penis.  She slowly stroked it, shuddering as it seemed to bring twice the pleasure it normally would.  Her cock stuck straight out from her sheath, thicker than average, and a solid nine inches in length.  The head was swollen and bulbous under its hood.  Even as she watched, her cock gave a pronounced twitch, and a dribble of clear, syrupy fluid leaked from the tip.


“You will be part of the whole,” Max said, his voice a low, empty drone, “Yrotikoz has chosen you.  You will join the rest of the flock.”  He stepped closer, his own cock now throbbing hard, right in front of her face.

Gosalyn panted and stared at his shaft, and suddenly heard her own voice ringing through her head, “Suck on it…  Suck on that big, fat dick…  ...you know you want it.”


“...I…  yes…” Gosalyn murmured.  Fifteen swollen inches of pulsing cub cock was almost poking her beak.  She could feel the heat radiating from it, see the precum leaking from the cumslit, and running down the underside.  Unable to resist, she opened wide and took the head into her mouth.  As soon as her tongue touched Max’s tip, it felt like a sparking jolt of ecstasy ran from her tongue, down her spine, and right into her cock and cleft.  She gasped, feeling her erection surge, spurting precum against Max’s shin even as her inner muscles clenched tight of their own accord.


As she closed her beak around Max’s cock, slipping her tongue under his foreskin to begin teasing his head, more jolts of pleasure ran through her body.  She whimpered, afraid she was going to climax already, right as she barely started.  Max, for his part, gave a tiny grunt, but barely seemed to notice she was doing anything.  His face was oddly slack, his jaw hanging open, drool running out of the corner of his mouth.  His arms hung limp at his sides.  He stared off into space, even as his erection bounced off her tongue and the roof of her beak.  


She was panting and whimpering by the time she had taken him halfway down, bobbing her head on his shaft.  Every touch of her tongue, every lick, every suckle, was rewarded with strange bolts of pleasure right to her crotch.  The ground was already slippery with a mixture of pre and nectar, and she was struggling to keep from sliding out from under Max.


The voice in her head kept whispering in her own voice, completely indistinguishable from her own thoughts.  “Yes, suck on that delicious cock.  You can feel it throbbing in your mouth, can you?  You can feel the pleasure doing so gives you?  That’s the power, the glory of Yrotikoz…  He is pleasure, he is love, he is ecstasy..”  Gosalyn could hear herself moaning as she bobbed her head, now suckling eagerly on his shaft, and bringing a hand down to stroke her own cock.  


“His cock, your cock, now both belong to Yrotikoz.  Your shafts are but extensions of His divine virility.  You will fuck, and be fucked, and cry out his name as you orgasm.”  Gos would’ve nodded, if she wasn’t busy sucking hungrily on Max’ cock, eagerly pumping her own shaft.  She could feel her precum spurt out, while her pussy was dripping between her legs.  But her train of thought was soon interrupted by Max grabbing the back of her head and thrusting forward, flooding her mouth with his thick cum. She nearly choked on it, but soon recovered, gulping down the warm fluid, as if nursing from his dick.  With every gulp, she could feel her resistance fading and her lust growing.  Her cock throbbed, feeling painfully hard and swollen beyond its normal limits.  


Then, Max suddenly pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, stepping away before turning around and bending over, offering himself to her.  “Take it.  Take his rear in the name of Yrotikoz.  Yrotikoz demands more fucking.”  Gos just stood up, cum still dribbling from her chin as she gripped her cock.  “Lo follaré en su nombre…”, Gos spoke out calmly and soon began to push her dick up his rump, groaning as she squeezed it in, starting to fuck the boy nice and slow.


She groaned as her pre-drenched cock easily slipped between Max’s tight cheeks and inside him.  The jewelry they both wore chimed repeatedly as she moved, taking her time to draw her cock back until only her head remained inside, then driving forward until her sheath pressed against his rear.  Max moaned, his cock dangling beneath him, still dribbling onto the floor.  His shaft had hardened again, almost immediately as she pressed against him.


The two cubs rocked back and forth, driving against each other in a mixture of instinct and obedience to the voices in their head.  The voices commanded them to thrust, and so they did without question.  It felt too good to obey without thoughts of their own.  


Gosalyn’s wings gripped Max’s hips, pulling him back against her as she pumped.  Her cock pulsed inside him, more and more of her pre helping to lubricate.  If she had not been under the strange enchantment, she would have climaxed multiple times by now.  As it was, she was straining, her body crying out for the release.  What little of Gosalyn’s mind was capable of conscious, independent thought feared that the force of her orgasm might drive her insane.  But as the voices whispered of her cock pulsing, firing its burden deep into Max’s depths, spilling out of him; she found she did not care that much.


“Nnnf… I… I obey… I… have to… obey…” Gosalyn panted, her eyelids drifting low.  It was strange; her heart was racing, her body was tensing, her muscles straining, and her cock throbbing… but she felt so sleepy and confused and lightheaded.  Her mind was quieting, her thoughts being replaced one by one with those from an external source.

“That’s it.  You do not need to think.  You need to have your thoughts given to you,” the voice murmured in the back of her head.


“....Do not… need to think…  Need to… let you think… for me…” she echoed, her head lolling about on her neck with the force of her thrusts.  Max groaned, his penis long enough that it was dragging back and forth on the dusty floor, leaving a messy wet trail of precum.  His head dangled limp onto his chest.  He was muttering things too, but Gosalyn could not hear him clearly, with the voices in her head drowning her out.  Indeed, she was not even sure he was speaking a language she recognized… yet, somehow the words seemed more and more familiar with each thrust of her hips and each jet of precum.  

Gosalyn just kept thrusting and chanting, her words soon echoing Max’s own chants: “Yrotikoz is Pleasure. I belong to Yrotikoz…”  as they kept chanting, the loud, wet slapping noises of Gos’ ramming her dick up Max’s ass echoed more rapidly, until she arched her back and flooded his rear with her cum.  Max groaned as his own dick spurted all over the tile floor, while Gos could feel her own girlcum dribbling down her inner thighs.  Not that she cared, the intensity of the orgasm was all that mattered to her right now.  An orgasm dedicated to Yrotikoz.  She could feel him, now, his psychic tendrils wrapped around her mind, as well as Max’s.  She could feel him puppet her body as she pulled out of Max, letting him get back up, just as much a puppet of His will as she was.  


And it didn’t bother her.  Why should it?  She belonged to Yrotikoz now.  She was but an instrument of his will, one of his many sex toys.  She would fuck, and suck, and be fucked, in his name, and that was right.  And as she witnessed all the other converted children enter the room, guided by Yrotikoz’ will to start disrobing and put on their own ceremonial garb, she knew the world would soon see the truth.




*****


Earlier and elsewhere, Webby and Louie wandered down a path towards a small building at the back of the main temple.  Webby chattered away eagerly, while Louie played with his phone, as usual, pretending to listen.


“And then Mr. Scrooge says, ‘Ach, but they won’ give ye a blowjob for a century will they?’  And then Glomgold completely loses his mind and screams and…  Louie, are you listening?” Webby asked, glancing over at him.


“...Webby, I was there, and this is the fourth time you’ve told the story,” Louie remarked, glancing up from his phone, “I was just… doing some research while you talked.”

“...Research?  You?” Webby narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.  She tapped one webbed foot impatiently until Louie quailed under her glare.

“...Okay, okay, I was watching porn!  I downloaded this super-hot video of that Skye girl going at it with like… ten guys.  Even watching it, I don’t know how the heck she manages it while looking like she’s half-asleep!” Louie admitted, turning his phone towards her to show Webby the image of a little fox girl getting plastered with spunk.


“...You SHOULD be paying attention to where we are going, Louie.  This place IS trapped after all!” Webby complained.

“Yeah, the whole reason I’m free to browse porn on my phone is that I trust you to keep me safe while we go.  You’re the most capable girl I know,” Louie said, grinning.  Webby blushed.


“Aww…. Thanks….  I didn’t know you thought so highly of---....” she began, then trailed off and glared, “Ohhhh, no you don’t.  You can’t sweet-talk me into letting you do what you want while *I* do all the work this time!  You’re gonna pull your weight!”

Louie groaned and shoved his phone back into his hoodie pocket, grumbling, “...Dang.  It was worth a try…”  The green-hooded duck continued down the corridor with Webby, until arriving at a door where he spotted a glinting reflection that caught his eye.  “Hey, Webs?  You check that room over there, I’ll look in here.”  Before she could reply, he ducked inside the room and used his flashlight to illuminate it.


He was pleased to see a few gold-plated items all over the place; plates and cups, statuettes, but what strangely caught his eye was a small golden mirror with green gems studded into the frame.  “My lucky color, too?  Well, well, looks like this one was made just for me…”   The duckling smirked as he approached the mirror, picking it up to glance at Webby at the doorframe behind her.  Immediately he could see her eyes glowing red, a blank look on her face, a glowing ruby-studded amulet around her neck, and what seemed like an aura of black-red tendrils surrounding her body, some of them wrapped around her arms and legs.  He quickly turned around to look at Webby, who seemed perfectly normal, smiling at him.  


“Hey, Louie!  What’d you find?”  The duckling girl asked with her usual perky demeanor as if nothing unusual had happened.  Louie looked down at his own normal reflection in the mirror, then quickly recovered and smiled at her.  


“Oh, just found some treasure.  Including this mirror.  Glass is broken, but the frame looks like it’s got some value.”  He quickly stuffed it into one of his hoodie pockets.  “I’ll try to smooth-talk Unca’ Scrooge into letting me have it.  Then I can get some replacement glass for it, and sell it for a BIG profit, y’know?”


Webby raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “Oh, that’s cool!  Hey, wanna see something awesome?!  I think I found one of the cult’s ritual chambers!”  Before he could make a sarcastic comment or something, Webby quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the treasure chamber, down the hall, and into another large chamber.


This room, like most of the rest of the temple, was decorated with wall carvings and mosaics depicting not only your usual scenes of daily life but also a ridiculously large variety of sexual acts.  “The Iwanasecksyans came to this island to create a society based on free love, with no sexual taboos and practically no inhibitions!”


Louie blushed as he looked up at a scene showing a family gathered at a dining table, all naked and what looked like the parents having sex with their children.  “So, like really, really liberal hippy swingers?”


Webby smiled as she led him towards one of the many stone benches.  “That’s one way to look at it.  But things didn’t get wild until one of their own founded a new religion, based on a god of pure sex and pleasure, Yrotikoz!”  She turned his head to look up at a massive mosaic showing the ruby-red eye of Yrotikoz, surrounded by an expanding web of tentacles that reached out across all the mosaics, with the figures closest to him in increasingly more explicit sexual positions, some of them actually getting fucked by tentacles.  


Louie’s eyes went wide as he spotted the red eye, gears starting to grind in his head as one hand reached down to grip the mirror in his pocket.  “Yrotikoz, huh?  So, that’s the sex god you went on about during the flight?”


“Well…” Webby said, thinking about it, “From my research, it was actually far older than the Iwanasecksyan civilization…  If my theory is correct, Yrotikoz has been worshipped by several ancient fallen peoples through the years.  They believed that Yrotikoz was older than the stars and from beyond the known universe, come to their world to free them of the responsibilities and the daily grind of life.”

“Sounds like a good guy,” Louie remarked, frowning, but letting Webby talk as he moved towards one of the walls, where he noticed a large crack between the engravings of two vixens kissing.  Specifically, right between their breasts.  He quickly pulled out the mirror and slipped it inside it, tucking it out of sight, before going back to his original position before Webby turned around to look at him.


“Wellllllll… not exactly.  Good and evil are concepts for mortals and normal gods.  Yrotikoz was beyond that.  Stranger, weirder,” Webby remarked, shrugging, “They believed that their pleasure, their orgasmic energies could empower him, and he would grant them blessings and boons.  Bigger penises, shooting more cock-milk, sometimes even giving girls big thingies too.”

“...Riiiight,” Louie said, “But I’m sensing a big ‘but’ in this story.”

“Um… no, there’s no butt-stuff in the story itself.  I CAN tell you some OTHER tales of Yrotikoz involving butt-humping, though…” Webby said, frowning.

“...NOT what I meant, Webby,” Louie sighed, “Keep going.”  He waited for her to turn her head again, and quickly pulled out his smartphone to text something to Scrooge:’Stop Bad - mirror - crack - kissing vixens.’  He quickly pocketed his phone again before she turned around again.

Webby nodded. “Okay, so basically, all of the Iwanasecksyans ended up converting to Yrotikoz’ worship, some willingly, while others needed…  ...convincing.  And more and more people started having sex rather than doing other stuff, like building or tending the crops or praising their original gods  They were pretty miffed about that, so they found some guy who hadn’t been converted yet, gave him some magic mirror and told him to confront Yrotikoz, to tell him to let the people do other things then have sex.”


As Louie listened to Webby continue the tale, he could tell her usual enthusiasm was replaced with a harsher, more venomous tone.  “Okay, sounds to me like Yrotikoz just got greedy.  I mean, I like fucking too, and I’d love to just spend my time fucking and watching others fuck, but y’know, even I accept the fact everyone can’t just fuck all the time.”


Webby suddenly turned around and pointed a finger at him, her eyes already shining red.  “That’s EXACTLY what that so-called ‘champion’ said,” Webby ranted, even doing finger-quotes around the word “Champion”.  “They were just jealous of His power, of how the people lost themselves in the pleasures he gave them.  They belonged to him now, how DARE they try to steal my worshippers!”  Webby suddenly stopped herself, her eyes going back to normal before she giggled sheepishly. “Uh, I meant HIS worshippers,” she tried to correct herself, only to notice the deadpan look on Louie’s face.  “...and I gave it away, didn’t I?”


Louie nodded, hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I kinda figured it out when I heard you talk about the cult like you were there.”  He quickly pushed down the “send” button on his phone’s screen, while starting to step back, before a hand stopped him from going back further.  He turned around to see Kit looking at him, eyes red and decked out in golden chains and jewelry like the cultists on the walls.   Webby just smiled.


“Not that it matters, it’s already too late to stop me. Us.  Him…  ...whatever.  Pronouns won’t matter when all are united under Yrotikoz.”  As Webby said those words, she raised her arms, pointing to the other doors into the ritual chamber, where all of the other children were entering.  All, like Kit, now naked save for the decorative jewelry, and all wearing the distinct red-eyed amulet and glowing crimson eyes themselves.  “And now, it is time for you to join us…  join us...:”


As she began, the other children stepped forward, chanting “join us” over and over, until Louie just stepped forward and shrugged, smiling.  “All right, I’m in.”  


This caused the entire gathering to stop and stare at him, some blinking, others tilting their head in confusion before Webby actually did a double-take and looked at him.  “W-wait, what?  You’re saying yes?  Just like that?”  There was a pause as he nodded before she continued.  “...there’s usually more struggling before I use some kind of mind control magic.”


Louie just shrugged and started to take off his hoodie.  “Eh, listen, Yrotikoz?  I assume I’m talking to you, not Webby…  Anyway,  I figure Unca’ Scrooge’s gonna beat you anyway, so I might as well have some fun in a mind-controlled orgy in the meantime.”


Webby just blinked, then glared and smiled evilly.  “Your confidence in Scrooge McDuck is touching, but he can’t stop me.  Not at this point.”


“Yeah, sure.  Bigger an’ badder than you have said that, and they’ve always ended up beaten,” Louie said with a shrug, smirking, “If you’ve taken over my brothers, then you know what they’ve said about him.  Tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties, all of that.  It’s true.”

“You will not be saying that once you have become part of the whole.  You will know what ecstasy that fills your soul is.  You will--” Webby said, her voice taking on a strange echoey quality, a deep rumbling growl sounding somewhere behind it.  Louie simply reached up and clamped her beak shut, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

“Blah, blah, threatening speech, talk about how I’m gonna serve you; yeah, yeah yeah, I’ve heard it before.  Now, I’ve got a big stiffy from looking at that porn earlier,” Louie said, gesturing down at his shorts.  Webby glanced down, and sure enough, there was a long bulge snaking down the leg against his right thigh.  

“And you’re boring me to tears with the ranting.  Just go ahead and hump me, or even better, hypnotize me and hump me.  I’m surrounded by naked kids, and horny as heck, and I don’t particularly care what you do to me at this point,” Louie said, already pulling his shirt over his head to bare his fluffy white-feathered chest.  Webby and the other children stared at him in disbelief.


“...I… uh…” Webby said, a large sweatdrop rolling down her face, “...I am not sure how to react.”

“Wellllll, you could START by zonking me out?” suggested Louie as he shrugged, groping his erection through his shorts, “I mean, you’re the horrible ancient sex-god from beyond the howling void, so far be it for me, an 8-year-old duck kid to tell you how to do YOUR business…”


Yrotikoz-controlled Webby just glared at him.  “Ugh, you’ve just sapped all the fun out of this.”  She raised her hand, and as her eyes glowed a bright crimson, she snapped her fingers and Louie stopped talking in mid-sentence, his eyes now glowing red.  “I was planning on a fancy bit of illusions and shadowplay, but you ruined the moment.  Now you just belong to Yrotikoz.”


“I just belong to Yrotikoz,”  Louie droned, standing like a zombie.  The tip of his cock was now poking out the leg of his boxers, as he looked into empty space, completely zonked out.


“Now, finish stripping down.  I’m going to get some action out of you, one way or another.”  Webby stated as she stripped down quickly, the duckling soon standing bare naked with Louie, the two of them surrounded by naked, aroused, mind-controlled cubs.  The young duck did as he was told, pulling down his shorts to allow his penis to spring up and slap his feathered stomach loudly.   He stood at attention, awaiting further orders.


Webby held out her arms, as Tammy and Lena walked over to her side, and disrobed her before Max and Huey began to put on more ritual jewelry on her, these ones even more ostentatious than the ones worn by the others, before putting an elaborate headdress upon her head.


“I shall now officiate as High Priestess.  You, Louie, shall be the sexual sacrifice to bring tribute to Yrotikoz, and in taking you, your orgasm shall be the first step towards the true restoration of our god!” Webby announced, slotting her Amulet into the chest piece.  She turned back to Louie, glaring.  She lifted a hand, gesturing upward.  With a loud, dusty cracking noise, a stone slab rose up from the floor, strange, wiggling golden symbols etching into the sides, drawn by an unseen hand. 


“Lay upon the altar,” she commanded.  

“I will lay on the altar…” Louie echoed mindlessly.  Turning slowly, the boy shuffled forward like a sleepwalker, his feet barely leaving the dusty floor.  He climbed up onto the stone platform, wiggling his large rear at everyone in the process.  Slumping back, he laid on his back, staring at the broken ceiling above.  His cock stuck straight up from his hips, pulsing and twitching with his heartbeat.  He merely waited with the infinite patience that only someone in the deepest of hypnotic trances could muster.  


The children stood in silence in a loose circle around Louie, staring blankly at him.  With some unheard impulse, Huey and Dewey stepped forward.  Their expressions were vacant, beaks hanging slightly open, even as their penises twitched in rock-hard arousal.  The only sound was the wet splash of precum dripping from their tips.

“Your own brothers should be the ones to bring you under,” Huey said, in a low monotone, echoing the words that were whispering deep in his skull.


“They will give the power that Yrotikoz needs to manifest in this realm once more,” Dewey said dully.

The two boys climbed up onto the altar with their third brother, hard to distinguish from one another without their clothes.  They were physically the same shape, nearly identical even down to the length and sizes of their penises.  If it weren’t for their hairstyles, it would have been outright impossible to tell them apart.


Louie shivered, blissfully asleep, yet wide awake at the same time.  He could not think, only obey.  His cock throbbed hard, a dribble of pre falling into his navel as he waited for commands.  He barely flinched as Huey dropped his cock right onto his face, sliding his penis back and forth between his eyes and against the top of his beak.  He didn’t even react when Dewey knelt between his legs and lifted his hips up, then pushed his own dick up his brother’s ass.  As Louie tilted his head back, his two brothers began to buck their hips, thrusting their cocks in and out of his throat and ass, spit-roasting him in front of everyone.


He groaned subconsciously as he felt Huey and Dewey thrust nice and hard, causing his own dick to sway back and forth from the motion, splattering droplets of precum all over, before another hand reached out to grab it.  Webby smiled as she slowly rubbed her fingers up and down his length, sliding her spare hand down her belly and between her legs.  


“Yes, that’s it.  Their sexual energy will flow into you…”  She then stepped onto the altar, helped by Violet and Gosalyn, and straddled his body, gripping his cock and guiding it as she lowered herself onto it.  She moaned softly as the throbbing dick pushed into her, Huey and Dewey slowing their motions just enough so she could take most of it, before starting to thrust even more eagerly.  “...and then, the combined energy will flow out of you, and into ME.”  She moaned as she began to ride the boy, slowly at first, but soon starting to slam her hips down against him, clenching tightly around his cock.


All around them, the other entranced kids began to stroke their cocks (or in Violet and Tammy’s case, just fingering their pussies), mindlessly watching as the quartet of ducklings moaned and humped each other.  Huey and Dewey were now thrusting in unison, alternating with Louie’s own upward thrusts into Webby, as if visually demonstrating the ‘flow of power’.  The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh drowned out even their own moans of pleasure until finally, the red and blue brothers groaned as they flooded Louie on both ends, before he, too, thrust his hips up and flooded Webby’s pussy with his cum. 


Webby moaned as she rode him a little more intensely, then threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, her eyes glowing brightly and firing a beam of red light up into the ceiling, before a shockwave of crimson energy erupted, suddenly sending waves of pleasure through all the gathered children, who climaxed in unison.  Everyone with a cock was suddenly splurting their cum all over the quartet of children on the altar, and especially on Webby, who had her arms in the air, moaning loudly, before starting to chant; 


“IA! IA!  YROTIKOZ F’TGHN!”


The shadows in the room seemed to darken, becoming unnaturally black and impenetrable.  They swirled like smoke, coalescing into wisps in the air.  The shadows whirled around Webby, rising above her.  She rocked her hips, her inner walls clamping down on Louie as his cum flooded her young womb, spilling back out of her in a messy, gluey rush.  She howled as the Amulet on her chest glowed brighter and brighter.  In sync, the other children’s amulets began to glow brighter and brighter.  The wisps of smoke began to rise and spiral up at the ceiling of the chamber, turning into a whirlwind of dark, inky blackness that began to pulse with bolts of crimson energy.  


Then, the eye of the storm began to spread open, revealing a bright crimson eye, gazing down at the gathered children, twitching back and forth, and illuminating the room in its red glow. The children lifted their heads and arms, starting to chant.  “Yrotikoz, Yrotikoz, Yrotikoz…” they droned, swaying as they followed the gaze of the twitching eye.  It blinked once, as if in approval, and soon dozens of long, black tentacles started to slighter out of the eye of the storm, descending onto the crowd.


The children were lifted off their feet into the air by their arms and legs.  They barely seemed to notice, continuing their chant uninterrupted.  The chant faltered a moment later, as more tendrils slithered up between their legs… and all at once, plunged into every hole the ten children had.  Shoving deep into rears, wiggling into tight clefts, and wrapping around penises, the tentacles wasted no time in pleasuring the children.  Their moans of pleasure were cut off soon after as penis-tipped lengths shoved into their beaks and muzzles.  


Webby cried out as she dangled, bucking wildly as a tentacle teased her little clitoris, filling her cleft her rear end.  Her red eyes rolled up in her head, her tongue flicking over the tentacle in her beak.  Huey grunted beside her, humping forward, stabbing his cock into the air, even as a tendril wrapped around his testicles, squeezing tight.  Dewey wiggled his large, feathered rump back against the tentacle inside him, groaning as his precum splattered across his chest feathers.  Louie had it even worse, dangling upside-down by his ankles as he groaned in ecstasy, his cock dribbling a syrupy trail all the way up his stomach, chest, and over his chin and the underside of his beak.


Max had his arms bound behind his back as he was held against a pillar, his ankles lifted and spread by tentacles while a pair of them were thrusting in and out of his ass, alternating like pistons while another tentacle was vigorously pumping his shaft.  Nearby, Tammy was held in the air by tentacles wrapped around her waist, spreading her legs willingly for the ones pumping into her ass and pussy.  She moaned loudly as she held two more in each hand, pumping them and alternating between sucking one, then the other.


Lena actually had her cock deep into Violet’s ass, the two adopted siblings moaning as both their pussies were getting pumped by eager tentacles, both of them sharing a kiss around another, phallic-tipped tendril.  Near them, Kit was on all fours, ass pushed up as three tentacles were wriggling and thrusting up his ass, while he sucked on two more, and a couple more tendrils squeezed his cock.  And finally, Gosalyn moaned and bounced on a knot of tentacles pumping in and out of both holes, eagerly sucking on two more at once, while her free hand was stroking her own dick.


The crimson eye glowered down at the children, even as they writhed in its hold.  They trembled and shook, pleasure blasting through their empty minds.  It only took a flicker of its power, and Webby gave a squeal, arching her hips as her inner walls clamped down upon the tentacle inside her, her juices spilling to the dusty floor.  Another flicker and Max’s black cock began to pulsate, spouting hot ropes of semen across the room.  His fifteen-inch shaft bobbed up and down, the pink head swollen under the ebon foreskin, his balls tight against his shaft.  

Yrotikoz’s control over the children was so complete that it took barely a spark of power to send them into the throes of utter ecstasy.  It did not use a tiny spark.  It used all of its available power, forcing it into the poor cubs’ bodies.  

The air was filled with muffled cries and screams as each of the ten kids entered an unbelievably powerful orgasm.  Huey, Dewey, and Louie all arched their backs hard at the same time, letting out a quack.  Thick, gluey strands of bird-spunk erupted from their members at the same time, splashing across their feathers, drenching Lena and Violet clear across the room from them.  Max came again, only halfway through his first orgasm as a second, far more powerful one hit.  He gave a howl of delight as his penis struck his chest again and again, bouncing and lurching so hard with each ejaculation that it made an audible SLAP against his fur.  


Kit spluttered as his own semen struck him in the face, his fingers and toes actually carving claw-marks into the stone floor.  A thick puddle oozed out around him as he bucked violently, dragging his penis in the mess he was creating under him.  Gosalyn felt her inner walls quake around the shadow inside her, squeezing the life out of it, even as her semen glued her hands to her penis.  She covered the fat, bulbous tip of her shaft with her palm, letting her spunk coat it and ricochet about in powerful pulses.


Lena squawked as she pulled her shaft free from Violet and began to give her adopted sister a skunk’s stripe up her back.  Her cock twitched in the grip of a tentacle, which stroked her foreskin up and down in time with each jet of spunk.  Violet barely made a move, her orgasm hitting her hard, but her strange stoic demeanor showing no sign of it. Her juices drenched the floor under her, soaking the dust as she gave the tiniest of grunts and shudders.  Tammy was the exact opposite, howling and screaming as she came like a freight train, bucking her hips high into the air with each quaking jolt of delight.


Soon, all of the children were laying on the floor of the ritual chamber, bodies panting and quivering in the post-coital glow, as the tentacles started to lift back towards the cloud.  The gaze of the eye seemed softer somehow, as if pleased and content, as it withdrew back and began to close.  As it began to disappear, suddenly all of the children began to open their eyes, and speak. 


At first, they spoke in turns.


“You have done well,” Huey uttered.


“My children.  It is,” replied Lena.


“Now time to spread,” continued Kit.


“My love to the others,“ replied Louie.


“On the Island.”  said Tammy.


“I sense the,” Gosalyn stated.


“Adult women nearby,” answered Dewey


“Go find them,” said Max.


“With your numbers,” proclaimed Violet


“And my Power,” declared Webby, 


“They shall succumb to you easily.  Then only the lone adult male shall remain.”  Said the group in unison, rising as one.   They magically wiped the mix of cum from their bodies, then started to march as a group, with one last statement.  “Scrooge McDuck shall not stand in our way.”


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