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Meanwhile, back at the Sunchaser the Cloudslayer, Della and Gadget were working on the plane’s engines.  Gadget, in particular, was bent over, leaning into the engine structure with her tail in the air, working on something and unconsciously flexing her glutes through her jumpsuit.  


“Okay, I think I’m nearly done here.  Della, everything good on your end?”  Gadget asked innocently, unaware of how much staring Della was doing.


“Uh, yeah, everything looks good.  ...real good, in fact.”  Della gave a slight smirk, reaching down to adjust the bulge in her pants.  It had been torture all day.  Gadget, completely unaware of the effect she had on Della, had been bending over, lifting things, and straining.  She had unzipped the top of her purple jumpsuit, and her tank top was soaked through with smudges of oil and sweat.  Della could clearly see the young mouse woman’s nipples poking into her shirt.  


Della’s clothes were similarly soaked through with sweat, but not from exertion.  Her nipples were also erect, poking into her shirt, but for a completely different reason.  The duck shook her head, whimpering to herself weakly.  It had been HOURS of trying to focus on her work with Gadget tantalizing her the whole time.  


If Della hadn’t spent nearly 8 years on the moon, she might have torn her clothes off and taken Gadget right there in the engine compartment; not caring how much of the machinery she gunked up with her spunk.  Unfortunately, just shy of a decade nearly without any humanoid contact (the Moonites notwithstanding)  had left Della a bit too reserved to do it.  She was working on getting back to her old self, but it was a work in progress.  The Headmaster’s brainwashing was still new to her, and she had not quite adjusted to her new outlook on life and sex.

“Uhh… Gadget, I think it’s… uh… getting a bit stuffy in here,” Della said, “I’m gonna go take a break to cool off.”

“Huh?” Gadget asked, looking over her shoulder and brushing a limp, sweat-soaked lock of blonde hair out of her eyes, “...Oh, yeah.  It is getting a bit soggy and hot.  Who’d’ve thunk that working indoors on a tropical island would be so… muggy.   Want me to turn on the air conditioning?”


“No no no, there’s no need to waste power or fuel just for that.  I just need some fresh air, that’s all.  Just gimme a minute.”  She glanced down at the tent in her pants, then amended herself. “Make that five minutes.”


“Take all the time you need,” Gadget said, groaning loudly as she put her whole body weight into trying to turn a wrench, “NNNNGGFFF!!!  I’ll be here.  Man, this thing is stuck.  What it needs is some SERIOUS lubrication… something wet, sticky… and hot…”

“Nnnnngfff….” echoed Della, whimpering as her crotch throbbed painfully.  She waddled out the hatch before Gadget could make things worse.  She climbed down the stairs into the cargo bay, and down the ramp onto the sandy beach.  It was actually quite cooler outside the plane with the breeze blowing in off the sea.


Della sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead as she glanced over at the rest of the island.  Nearby, Scrooge was having an animated but friendly argument with Rebecca about economics; a topic she had little to no interest in.  Scrooge was a treasure hunter, Della was an adventurer.  It wasn’t about the reward for her, so much as the journey to get there.  Scrooge loved the adventure too, but he preferred the payday at the end.  She waved to them as they noticed her.


“How goes the repairs, my darlin’ niece?” asked Scrooge, his usual brogue tinging his voice thickly.


“Um… we’ll probably be up and running by tomorrow,” Della said, shrugging, “...Really, mid-afternoon today, but we can give the kids an extra day to explore.  Are they in the ruins now?”

“Yes, yes.  I’m keepin’ track o’ them with my GPS doohickey here,” Scrooge said, holding up his phone, “The minute they wander off somewhere they’re not s’posed ta be, it’ll let me know.  They’re in the safe areas right now.”

“Good,” Della sighed, looking out at the ruins, “...For some reason, this place gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Relax, lass, I’m keepin’ an eye on things… an’ maybe ye should go take care o’ yerself,” Scrooge suggested, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he directed his gaze down to Della’s leather pants.  She turned bright red, noting her shaft snaking down the left leg, quite visibly.


“...Uh… yeah,” Della blushed and stammered weakly, and turned away even as Scrooge chuckled affectionately.  She grumbled and moved over behind the plane, making sure to duck completely out of sight, before heading out into the jungle.  She wasn’t the shy sort, but right now she was in the mood for some privacy.  After a bit of running, getting some distance from the camp, she figured she was far enough that nobody would notice.  She quickly dropped her trousers.  Instantly her nostrils flared as the smell of her own arousal flooded them, her cock throbbing and her pussy dripping.  


“Oh yeah, Momma needed some Me time.”  She leaned back against a tree and brought a hand down to grip her dick, stroking it softly, fingers working the shaft while her other hand moved between her legs to slowly finger her pussy.  “Stupid Sexy Gadget, wiggling her hot ass at me without care…”  


She groaned as she pumped and rubbed her cock, closing her eyes to visualize Gadget, remembering some scenes of the earlier repair work.  Only this time, the mouse seemed even more sexualized then before, with her jumpsuit almost entirely unzipped, allowing Della to see a cleavage that practically went down to her blonde muff.  “Hmmff..  ...How can she not realize how arousing she is?”  


By now her hand was vigorously stroking her cock, as Della fantasized Gadget stripping down and giving her a titjob.  “That time at the lake wasn’t enough, I definitely want another go at that pussy of hers.”  Her other hand’s fingers were now almost knuckle-deep into her pussy, just edging herself there while she really pumped her dick, before quacking loudly as it flared and sprayed hot cum all over the grassy floor in front of her.


As she leaned back against the tree, Della panted and looked at her cum-soaked fingers and groaned, “Great, now I gotta clean this up,”  before moving her hand up to lick it clean.  She then heard some movement coming from deeper in the jungle, and quickly leaped into a fighting stance, with a glare that would’ve looked much more intimidating were she not bottomless, her lower body dripping with her own spunk.  “Okay, hope you had an eyeful, whoever you are, ‘cause you’re about to get a black eye now!”


It was then that the figures that had observed her approached, and Della gasped as she saw Webby and her Boys, the four of them naked, save for elaborate native jewelry on their arms, legs, waist, and neck.  “Kids?  What’re you doing out here?  Unca Scrooge said…”  Her words died in her mouth as she blushed when she saw the boys were smiling and throbbing hard.


“Naughty Mom,” said Huey with a dull tone in his voice.  “You’ve gone and aroused us with that display…”  


“Yeah, we were just minding our own business, and here you are, jackin’ off right in front of us…”  Louie smirked as he reproached her.


Dewey just gripped his erection and wiggled it a bit.  “Now we’re hard.  What are we supposed to do now, Mommy?”


As Della gazed upon the triplets, she didn’t notice Webby raising a hand, the amulet around her neck glowing.  But soon, Della couldn’t tear her gaze away from her boys.  All her attention was drawn towards their erections.


“You…  You…  ...You’re right, boys,” Della stated calmly.  “You’re horny because of me, and Mommy needs to do something about it…”  She walked over to them, then dropped to her knees.  “C’mere, let Mommy handle this…”  Della reached out to grip Huey and Dewey’s cocks, stroking them with both hands, while leaning forward to kiss and lick Louie’s.  


After a few seconds, she began to switch around, always sucking off one boy, while her fingers deftly pumped their dicks, and soon they were spurting their precum all over her face. They huddled closer to their mother, and she soon found herself with all three boys rubbing their dicks in her face, making her shift back and forth, kissing, licking and sucking on one cock after the other and back again, before the three of them simultaneously groaned and sprayed their cum all over her face.


As Della leaned back, moaning as she felt her sons’ cum trickle down her face, she turned to look at Webby, who was cutely standing nearby, rubbing her legs together.  Still in a hypnotized daze, Della just smiled. “Aww, can’t let you get neglected,” she said, before turning around and sitting back with her legs spread, her cock throbbing hard.  “C’mere and ‘sit’ in my lap.”


Webby just grinned at the invitation.  A break in her innocence that Della couldn’t notice anymore, as the duckling girl moved up, turning around to sit down in Della’s lamp, guiding the thick dick into her tight little chick pussy, the two of them groaning as Webby started riding Della.


Della could not fit entirely inside Webby.  Only eight inches of her member slid into the younger duck-girl’s cleft before she bottomed out.  Another seven inches of her cock remained exposed to the warm tropical air.  This did not subtract from the pleasure in any way, as Della threw back her head and moaned in delight, her mane of white hair falling behind her.  She gyrated her hips, drawing her cock back and forth slowly within Webby’s muff, panting.  Her mind was empty of thought, her eyes half-lidded.  She shuddered in ecstasy, feeling her own juices trickle down into the grass between her legs.


It struck Della as mildly odd that her sons had just had a large orgasm, soaking her face and breasts with a sticky glaze of glue-like semen… and yet their penises showed no sign of softening.  If anything, her kids seemed harder and larger than ever.  Della was new to incest with her children.  She had only arrived home from the moon about six months ago, upon which she was promptly brainwashed by the Headmaster.  As such, she was still learning about her sons’ sexuality… but she had been fairly certain that they were only nine inches long each. 

Now, as Huey’s penis prodded her beak, still spouting milky strands of cum onto it, she could swear that her son was sporting nearly a foot of swollen flesh.  And Louie’s cock seemed longer and thicker than it should have, taking more effort to stroke than normal.  And Dewey’s penis, when she’d practiced giving him a breast-job, had barely poked out from her admittedly modest cleavage.  Now it brushed her chin as he slid his cum-soaked shaft between her feathered breasts.


She might have wondered about it if she had been in her right mind.  But as Webby’s tight inner walls clamped down on her so tightly, squeezing her cock, Della couldn’t focus on the mystery for long.  She moaned, driving herself into Webby’s depths, even as Webby continued to stare at her, her eyes glowing that enticing, mysterious shade of crimson.  


Della just moaned as she resumed sucking on Huey’s dick, still stroking the other two before they pulled away, and she could feel her legs getting spread and lifted off the ground.  As Webby continued to ride her dick, Della could feel Dewey and Louie push their dicks into her ass and pussy.  With her face practically in Huey’s crotch as the boy humped her beak, she couldn’t tell them apart at first but soon figured the energetic one fucking her pussy must’ve been Dewey, while Louie leisurely sodomized her.  


She laid there, moaning and wriggling as the three ducklings had their way with her, stimulating her in every way, until she shuddered as another orgasm rocked her body, causing her to spurt a large amount of her own sticky cum deep into Webby’s pussy, while her own gushed all over Dewey’s shaft.


Then, in unison, the three boys thrust nice and hard, their enlarged cocks throbbing and spurting more of their thick, glue-like cum in all three of her holes, while Webby rode her own gushing cock, her girly pussy dripping with her orgasm.


Della slumped back onto her back, gasping for breath as the four ducklings drew away from her.  The boys gripped their erections, crisscrossing her body with sprays of hot child-spunk.  Della moaned and cried helplessly, bucking into the air as her own member fountained off.  Webby gripped her shaft with both wings, stroking firm and fast, her fingers wrapped around the head of Della’s shaft.


“You are ready now to join the whole…  You can hear it, can’t you?” Webby asked, staring into Della’s eyes.


Della frowned, unsure of what Webby was saying.  Then, as her body surged again, leaving a sticky line of semen all the way from her own forehead, down her beak, between her breasts, and onto her chest, she heard it.  A faint whispering in the back of her head.  

“I… hear it…” she murmured, gasping as Webby peeled back her foreskin to kiss the tip of her cock, drinking a mouthful of semen.  The little girl swallowed it loudly, letting Della see her do it.


“We all are part of Yrotikoz.  Children’s minds are far more malleable than adults.  We were taken, absorbed into it…” Huey said, rubbing his penis back and forth against Della’s left nipple, even as he coated her breast in such a thick glaze of semen that the pink nub was barely visible anymore.


“But your mind is stronger.  Yrotikoz does not have the strength to force an adult’s mind to submit… yet.  You must surrender,” Dewey said, his voice devoid of his usual enthusiasm, even as he nudged her cheek with his penis, splashing his spunk across her face.


“You will surrender.  You will give us the strength to take others.  To share the pleasure,” Louie added, aiming his penis as her stomach, splashing cum across it in messy ropes, causing a pool to form in her navel.


“I… I… I… surrender…” Della whispered, her voice barely audible.  As she spoke those words, wisps of shadow and crimson smoke burst forth from the amulets the children wore, whirling down to wrap around Della’s neck.  A new amulet solidified into existence.  She gasped, arching her back as her cock gave a mighty ejaculation, splashing the treetops above her, her orgasm intensifying far beyond anything she thought possible.  She cried and shuddered, her body shaking.  And then she slumped back, unmoving for several minutes.


When she opened her eyes, they glowed with an unnatural red light.


“...We are ready now,” she said, her voice a droning monotone, even as she reached down to grip her erection, pumping it as the last of her orgasm splashed onto Webby’s tongue, “We will prepare for departure immediately.  It will not be long now…”

“All that remains is to wait,” Webby said, shivering as she caressed her clitoris, “Then the whole world will know Yrotikoz’s name…”






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Rebecca/Kit/Gosalyn/Violet


Rebecca kept up a calm facade, as for the third time since they had arrived on the island, she prepped herself to make a sales pitch to Scrooge McDuck, to try and get at least one shipping contract with him.  She clenched her fists, then smiled and approached him again.


“So, I’m aware that you’ve got an exclusivity deal on the sale and distribution of sex toys manufactured in Breezport,”, Rebecca stated as Scrooge turned to look at her.  “...now, I can’t speak for distribution to other locations, but when it comes to Cape Suzette and it’s neighboring region, I was hoping I could convince you to use Higher for Hire as your main, if not exclusive, distributor.  Now, before you shoot me down, I’ve prepared some points to convince you…”


Scrooge merely waved her off.  “I was already going to hire your services, Mrs. Cunningham, no need to gild the lily.”  


Rebecca’s words died in her mouth as she looked at him.  “I’m sorry, what?”


Scrooge smirked.  “I said I was already going to hire your services.  Why else d’ya think I agreed to let you join us?”


Rebecca just beamed.  “Oh!  Oh well, of course, you’d go with us.  Higher for Hire prides itself on providing excellent service, going across the globe through all sorts of conditions…”


Scrooge chuckled. “Nah, that’s not it.  I’m going with Higher for Hire ‘cause yer cheaper than anyone else in the Cape Suzette region.”  He then went into his pocket to check on his phone.


Rebecca just had a troubled look on her face, as she was struggling to decide if Scrooge had just complimented or insulted her and her business.  She soon calmed herself down, realizing that getting offended might just jeopardize their new business deal.  She didn’t give much thought to the frown on Scrooge’s face as he looked at his phone, but soon did when he pocketed it again and got up.


“As much as I like talking business, I have some urgent matters to get to.  You go find Della, then Gadget, and go back to the plane.  I’m going to go round up the kids.”


“Is something wrong?”  Rebecca asked, getting a concerned look on her face, before frowning.  “There’s a problem, isn’t there?  I just knew something was going to happen.  Something bad ALWAYS happens when I try to make a big business deal!  I swear if this ends up with me having to strip down to my underwear so we can sew all our clothes into a hot air balloon again…”


Scrooge raised an eyebrow.  “As…  ...interesting as I’m sure that story is, ya needn’t concern yourself, Cunningham.  The kids just got a bit..  ...lost in the ruins.  I’ll go fetch them, shouldn’t take me more than a few hours.”


He waved at her as headed off into the jungle, leaving Rebecca to put out the campfire.  She grumbled to herself about the fickleness of billionaires, mumbling her annoyances about the whole situation to herself.  She swore she would get his signature on her contracts before they left the island, even if she had to pin him down and give him the blowjob of a lifetime to do it.

This, of course, had her ruminating on the bulge that the elder duck clearly had in his pants, and how he had shown nothing but restraint in keeping it from the women around her.  Rebecca was determined to see what he was packing by the end of the trip too.


Rebecca sighed, finishing extinguishing the campfire.  She slipped a hand down between her legs, caressing her mound through her pants, even as she debated what to do next.  Heading back to hang out with Della and Gadget as Scrooge told her to was probably the best idea, but a little sense of spite kept her where she was.  Scrooge’s disinterest in discussing business with her for the entire trip (crash landing aside) was driving her nuts.


She sat back, slipping her hand under the waistband of her pants to begin slowly massaging the fur of her vulva.  It did not help that she was missing her partner and her daughter.  She imagined that the grey-furred bear was currently giving little Molly everything she wanted, including a ride in his lap on his massive shaft.  She would have been there, helping with it, and maybe having Kit join in.

Instead, Kit was off, lost in the jungle; Scrooge was ignoring both her business and sexual advances, and the other women on the trip were more interested in mechanics than economics.  She was the odd one out.

Rebecca groaned as she pushed in her fingers, starting to pump them in and out of her needy pussy, closing her eyes as she left her imagination run wild, going from an idealized image of Scrooge to Baloo to Della as she fingered herself.  “Hmmff..  ...why do I have such a thing for pilots?”


“Maybe it’s because you love the Mile-High Club, Mrs. Cunningham?”  Rebecca yelped and quickly pulled her hand back, turning to see Kit smirking as he leaned over a tree stump, staring at her.


“KIT!  You nearly gave me a heart attack…”  The she-bear groaned as she tried to regain her composure before she blinked and looked at him again.  “Wait, why aren’t you in the temple with the others?”


Kit smiled and leaped over the stump to start approaching her.  “Eh, it’s just boring ol’ rocks in there.  I was hoping we could have some bonding time…  ...Momma Bear.”  He smiled as he said those words, causing a shiver to run up Rebecca’s spine.  She pressed her thighs together, feeling her inner walls clench involuntarily.   Despite this, she calmed down.  She must still have been fantasizing because Kit did not talk to her this way normally.  The stress of the day was getting to Rebecca, and she had drifted from one masturbatory fantasy to another without realizing it.


“Kit, really, you know how that makes me feel when you say that…”  She felt herself getting flustered as he approached. 


“When I say what, Momma Bear?”  He smiled as he saw her shiver and bite her lip.  “You know you like it when I call you Momma..  ...as much as you like calling Baloo Poppa Bear more then I do.  Were you imagining Poppa Bear, Momma?  Him, bending you over the office desk and…”


Rebecca groaned and unzipped her pants, quickly peeling them off.  “Unnnng…  J-Just shut up and get those pants off, Momma needs her bearcub right now!”


“Yes Momma!”  Kit said with a snicker, quickly dropping his trousers, letting his throbbing cock stand freely, throbbing in the jungle air as she finished peeling off her panties and turned around.  Rebecca gasped at the sight of his pulsing member, which seemed abnormally large and distended.  It seemed like extra blood had been pumped into the shaft; it was as stiff as an iron bar, ropy veins bulging along the sides.  Even from several feet away, she could swear she could feel the heat radiating from it.  Kit’s balls were equally swollen as the brown-furred sack seemed stretched to its limits around them.  He waddled forward, his penis swaying from side to side dramatically with each step.


“Oh my lord, Kit, are you okay?” Rebecca gasped breathlessly, staring at the boy’s mighty shaft.  Even as she watched, it gave a pulse and a jet of sticky, clear fluid hit the grass at her feet.


“I’m fine, Momma Bear.  Your little cub is ready to give you his love,” Kit said, his voice sounding strangely dreamlike like he was speaking while asleep.  Rebecca did not notice, too fascinated by the state of the boy’s penis.


Rebecca gave a whimper, a trickle of nectar running down her inner thigh at his words.  He was speaking directly to her deepest masturbation fantasies, of family sex, of letting her little boy drive into her.  Despite the Headmaster’s brainwashing, Rebecca had always kept a respectful distance from Kit.  She considered him her adopted son, but some part of her had always held back from riding the child until he couldn’t move.  She had likewise kept the same respectful distance from her biological daughter.  That did not stop her from fantasizing about it constantly.  


And now, Kit was offering himself, his massive cub-cock pulsing in her direction.  She had taken it before, but usually in a quick and professional manner; as a transaction to get Kit to do his chores or homework, or just to get him to stop annoying her while she tried to work.  This was different. 

It was at this point that Rebecca realized that, no, it was not the tropical heat and stress of the plane crash and frustration with Scrooge all blending into the most realistic sexual fantasy she’d ever had.  It was ACTUALLY happening, and Kit was there, staring at her and waiting with… strange and uncharacteristic patience while she got lost in her own thoughts.

She blushed, reaching out and pressed her palm to the fat, bulbous head of Kit’s penis.  His precum coated her fur, warm and syrupy.  He groaned softly, thrusting his hips forward a little to press it harder against her hand.  It felt even hotter to the touch than she thought it would.  Rebecca whimpered, feeling her pelvic muscles tighten again, threatening to tip into an orgasm without touching herself.  The feel of his pre on her fingers confirmed that indeed, this was reality, not an exceedingly elaborate and hyperrealistic fantasy.

“K-Kit, what are you doing?  W-We can’t…” Rebecca stammered, suddenly realizing what she was doing.  She paused her stroking, but Kit simply reached down to grab her hand, keeping it on his cock.


“Why not?  You know you want to, Momma bear.  I’ve seen the look on your face when you give Molly a bath.  I’ve seen how you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”  He was now thrusting his hips, humping her hand with his thick, throbbing dick.  “You want to have sexy fun with your kids, don’t you?  I know me and Molly want to have fun with you and Poppa Bear.  She definitely seemed into it when we watched you last week at the office…”


Rebecca just paled, then blushed at the memory; she’d just secured a big delivery contract, and to celebrate, she’d had Baloo fuck her in every corner of the office for hours that day.  The thought that Kit and Molly had been spying on them horrified her…  ...and then excited her even more, as her grip around his cock tightened.


“Like my cock, Momma bear?  I know I’m nowhere near as big as Poppa Bear, but I bet I can scratch that itch pretty good…”  Kit was now gyrating his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her grasp, the tip oozing precum onto her fingers now.  “I’ve learned a lot at Longshaft…  ...lemme show you.”


She could practically smell him now, her arousal was too strong.  Rebecca groaned, then finally released his cock and laid back, spreading her legs to reveal her dripping pussy.  She gritted her teeth and practically hissed. 


“Do it.”


This was all the invitation Kit needed, as he grinned and moved forward, getting on his knees to push his cock between her moist lips, and hilted himself in one slow thrust.  She moaned and hugged him, pillowing his face with her breasts, before clenching around his dick as he started to buck his hips, grinding his shaft inside her.


Rebecca just hugged Kit, moaning as she let him take the lead.  She felt emotionally conflicted about giving in to temptation, but at the same time, this was everything she’d ever wanted.  She ran her hands all over Kit’s bag, hugging HER boy, thrusting her hips back up against his, clenching her pussy to milk his thick shaft.  She even tilted her head to nuzzle and kiss his head as the boy just nuzzled her tits, gripping her thighs as he humped her vigorously.

She gasped, feeling his pulsing member grinding incessantly against her clit, teasing the little nub.  He was right, he HAD learned a lot at his school.  She gasped as he buried all fifteen inches of his member deep inside her, gyrating against her so that his cock swirled about in her depths.  She moaned, her blue eyes rolling up in her head as she felt his fingers grip her breasts, squeezing them.  She felt dizzy and confused; her head was spinning and she was no longer entirely sure where she was.


This was why she did not react with embarrassment or shock as Violet and Gosalyn emerged from the jungle, naked but for some elaborate jewelry and chains.  Gosalyn’s cock matched Kit’s; it seemed over-filled, harder than it should be, pulsing so hard that Rebecca could actually see it expand and contract a little as blood flowed through it.  

“Momma Bear, we want some love too,” Violet said flatly, walking forward towards the mating bears.


“Si, we need some attention too, Oso Madre,” agreed Gosalyn, gripping her erection and peeling back the hood.  Rebecca gasped as the girls approached.


“I… wh-what is… What’s going…” she panted, unable to finish a sentence with the force of Kit’s thrusts and her confusion.

“You have needy cubs, Momma Bear.  Don’t you want to help care for your cubs?” Kit asked, staring Rebecca in the eyes.  She had not noticed until that moment that they were glowing crimson.  And yet, that did not matter to her a moment later.  Indeed, she felt so dizzy and confused that nothing much seemed to matter.


“...Needy cubs…?” she repeated dumbly, blinking dazedly as Kit pulled free of her quim.  His large, wet cock left a trail in her fur as he dragged it up her stomach, climbing up to get nose to nose with her.  His eyes filled her vision, captivating her, and confusing her more.


“Yes.  You have cubs that need the care of their mother.  You are such a good mother… and you want to help them, don’t you?” Kit said slowly.  The boy no longer sounded like himself; something else was talking through him. 


“Want… to help… my cubs…” Rebecca echoed, her expression stunned and dazed.  She nodded to herself slowly, as if Kit was making sense.


“You know how to care for us, don’t you?  We need your attention…” Kit purred.  He flexed his pelvic muscles and his cock lifted up and dropped back down against Rebecca’s stomach with a loud wet SLAP.  Rebecca gritted her teeth and snarled as a small orgasm rushed through her body, obliterating any resistance her mind may have been providing.  She shuddered, her juices sprinkling the vines and leaves under her.  Her hips bucked and trembled, and Kit merely rode her, continuing to stare eye to eye.

“Y-yes…  Come here, cubs… I will…  Momma Bear will care for you,” gasped Rebecca as she looked over at Gosalyn and Violet with a glassy, unfocused gaze.  Kit smiled as he stopped thrusting, and rolled onto his side, turning Rebecca’s lower body to expose her shapely ass in an inviting fashion.  As Violet and Gosalyn approached, the two of them stroking their cocks, a part of Becky’s mind suddenly wondered why Violet was suddenly sporting a dick of her own.


This train of thought was quickly interrupted as Violet rubbed that dick of hers against her muzzle.  It’s scent flushed all distracting thoughts out of the bear’s mind as she opened her mouth to lick all over the thick tip. Kit lifted one of her legs to let Gosalyn push her own cock up her ass, and soon the two kids were starting to buck their hips, thrusting into her tight, needy holes.  Shockwaves of pleasure rushed through her head as she felt the cubs starting to use her to quench their desires, even Violet pushing that cock into her mouth.


She slid a hand up between Violet’s thighs, her fingers finding the bird’s pussy and teasing the lips, causing her to chirp and speed her thrusts, really fucking her muzzle, even as Kit and Gos began to alternate their thrusts, acting almost like pistons as her lower body was rocked back and forth by their hip action.  


The cubs were also pawing at her, groping her ass, grabbing her hair, nipping at her breasts…  ...and she loved every second of it.  This was what she’d always wanted to be: a Momma bear, surrounded by her loving cubs, taking care of all of their needs.  As she basked in their eager love-making, she could feel a voice in the back of her head.


“My cult will need a den mother…  ...someone to take care of the new recruits…  ...so says Yrotikoz.”


Her mind was such a haze of erotic thoughts and lustful desires, she barely recognized the name, but the idea of taking care of so many children just hit all the right notes to her subconscious desires.


“Yesshh!” she screamed, her mouth still muffled by Violet’s cock.  “I acshep!”  She surrendered herself and stiffened as the cubs redoubled their efforts, fucking her on all sides, even as she moaned and climaxed around Kit’s cock.  She shivered and nearly went limp, until a second, even more intense orgasm rocked her body, just as all three of them climaxed as well, flooding her pussy, ass, and mouth with their seed.  

Kit groaned as his cock began to convulse, firing burst after burst of thick, white cubcum into her depths.  He drove each spurt deep, overflowing Rebecca’s tunnel within a minute.  It pooled on the grass between her legs as he snarled and growled, shuddering in ecstasy.  His heavy balls were clenched tight to his shaft, pressed against her rear as they churned.  He pumped her full, her stomach swelling outward with his cubspunk.


Gosalyn squawked as she climaxed hard, blasting deep into Rebecca’s rump, spurting again and again.  Her gluey, sticky bird-cum painted the bear’s walls.  The gosling moaned, pressing herself tightly against Rebecca’s plush rump.  Her eyes glowed as she stared into space, thrusting hard into the bear’s rear, letting her body do the work as her empty mind drifted in Yrotikoz’s grip.

Violet, for her part, barely changed expression as her orgasm hit with the violence of a volcanic eruption.  She blasted hot streaks of fluid across Rebecca’s face, her purple shaft pulsing in her grip as she stroked it.  Her deep-purple tip peeked out of the hood as she rolled it back and forth, her semen startlingly white as it splattered against the bear’s forehead and cheeks.  Rebecca merely took the soaking, barely seeming to notice it as she convulsed in her own orgasmic ecstasy.

Swirls of red smoke emerged from the rubies in the children’s amulets, floating out and surrounding Rebecca’s neck.  Within moments, it solidified into a copy of theirs, the amulet resting snugly between her breasts.  As the three children pulled out and away from her, Rebecca sat up slowly.  Her eyes had turned red and had a vacant, empty quality to them.  She reached out, pumping Violet and Gosalyn’s cocks, milking the last of their seed onto her breasts.  She turned to Kit, using both hands to finish squeezing out the last of his orgasm onto her face.  It dripped wetly, her upper body coated in a milky glaze.


“One remains.  When she is taken, we will be ready,” Rebecca said, in a tone of voice most unlike her normal clipped, business-like demeanor.

“We will be ready,” echoed Kit, standing up.  His erection did not flag even slightly despite the force of his orgasm.  Indeed, it seemed even harder than before. 

“We must prepare,” Violet said flatly, turning towards the beach.  She licked her feathers, cleaning her cum from her fingers.  Between her legs, her penis pulsed and twitched, surging with Yrotikoz’s arcane power.

“Let us go,” agreed Gosalyn, already shuffling towards the crashed seaplane.  Without a word, the other children followed… and Rebecca shuffled after.




*************


“Willikers, I really wish Della was back from her break, I sure could use her help with this crankshaft.”  Gadget grunted as she was bent over one of the external engine blocks, her butt in the air.  Her jumpsuit was open and the top tied up around her waist, leaving her wearing nothing but a loose-fitting short up top, which was currently doing very little to conceal her breasts in her current position.  


Not that she usually noticed that sort of thing, especially when her mind was laser-focused on a mechanical problem.  So it was that she didn’t notice Tammy, Lena, and Max approaching her from behind.  At least not until Max suddenly grabbed her ass, causing her to squeak and jump. 


“Hiya Ms. H.  The girls and I thought we’d come and keep ya company.”  Max smiled as he massaged her ass through the cloth, causing her to squirm a bit. He then started to press the bulge in his illusionary pants against her rear end to grind a bit. The three of them had planned on teasing Gadget, but none of them was prepared for her response.


“Oh!  Hi Max, Tammy, Lena.  Hey, can one of you bring me the 4-by-8 wrench?  Thanks.”  She then resumed working on the engine, humming, as if she wasn’t being dry-humped by a very well-hung 8-year old boy.  He turned to Lena, who shrugged and telekinetically grabbed the wrench, then stepped forward, holding it right next to her erect cock, smirking wickedly.


“Here you go, Teach.  Don’t get confused, now.”  She smiled as she watched Gadget, nose still inside the engine block, reach out, pawing at the air before her fingers grabbed her cock.  She groaned a bit as Gadget gave her dick a few tentative squeezes and finger-taps as if double-checking it.


“Hmm?  No, that’s not it…”  Gadget muttered, her fingers patting around at Lena’s crotch before she grabbed the spanner.  “...ah, that’s it, thanks, Lena!”  She then reached back down into the engine, casually ignoring Lena’s subtle advances, leaving the entity-possessed duckling flummoxed.


Tammy stepped forward, reaching up, and used her nails to tear into Gadget’s jumpsuit, ripping the lower half of it to ribbons.  Within moments, she had exposed the mouse’s bare rear end.  Gadget frowned and reached back, checking the roll of duct tape she had hooked on her toolbelt, making sure the ripping noise was from it getting caught on something.  Shrugging, and apparently unaware or not caring about the sudden draft of cold air around her groin, she reached deep into the depths of the engine to turn a few more bolts.

She DID notice as Tammy’s tongue slid deep into her folds, lapping deep at her inner walls.  Gadget yelped and her tail stood straight out with shock, almost knocking herself out against a pipe above her head.  She moaned as the squirrel’s tongue flicked at her clitoris, sending jolts of ecstasy through her.


“G-G-Golly!” she gasped, looking over her shoulder, finally noticing the three naked children behind her.


“Oh.  So THAT’S what you want,” she said, pushing her goggles up onto her forehead, leaving a patch of bright fur in the rest of her soot and oil-stained pelt; like a reverse raccoon’s mask.  She giggled and shook her head.

“I’m too busy to really… tend to you?  I can have this plane flight-ready within another hour if I can get these last adjustments done…  but…” Gadget said, shrugging, “If you wanna… well… ‘take advantage,’ it’s not like I can stop you.”

She lifted her rear and wiggled it back and forth tantalizingly, even as she turned back to tinker with the connections of a few wires.  The kids had almost left her easily-distracted thoughts… before she felt a long, hot, pulsing shaft slide between her thighs.  She giggled in satisfaction, gasping as it roughly thrust back and forth, pumping between her soft, toned fuzzy thighs.  Judging from its length, it was Max, as the head was almost touching her navel every time he drove forward.

Max grunted, his hands gripping Gadget’s wide hips, her tail swishing back and forth as he pumped back and forth. He stared blankly at the sheet metal before his face, not down at Gadget.  His head was empty as Yrotikoz controlled his actions, like a living marionette.  

“Ooof, ahh, nnng!  C-Could s-someone pass me th-the 3/8ths s-screwdriver p-please?” Gadget called, “Ooooh, a-and m-maybe t-tickle my clit a l-little?”  She moaned softly as she felt Lena’s hand slide down her belly to start rubbing her clit, while Tammy slipped the screwdriver into her hand, leaning in to rub her chest against the mouse’s side, before cupping one of her breasts to fondle it.


“Hmmff..  Thank you, both of you..”  She tightened a few screws, then handed the tool back to Lena and grabbed the spanner again. “Okay Max, you can go ahead and penetrate me, I’ll just be tightenING~” her sentence was interrupted by the boy Goof suddenly plunging his thick cock into her tight pussy, grabbing her waist as he started to thrust, humping her nice and slow at first.


“Oh yeah, that’s the spot.  Thank you..”  Gadget moaned as she kept working on the engine, even as Max fucked her from behind and both Tammy and Lena started to stroke her mound and nuzzle her tits.  From the outside, it might’ve seemed bizarre that she could concentrate under these conditions, but she had gotten accustomed to letting herself get fucked while she was working on a device of some sort.  She’d actually realized the sexual stimulation helped her keep her mind focused, as she was otherwise prone to attention-deficit.  Or at least that was the explanation the Headmaster had given her after some treatments.


In fact, as she kept working on the engine while Max was humping her, it almost seemed as if the engine was repairing itself; bolts and screws were tightening themselves, bent metal was taking back its original form, and wires seemed to reconnect on their own.  This actually gave her more time to just bask in the sensation of Max’s throbbing shaft pumping in and out of her.  


“G-Golly…  ...I think…  I’m done…  ...don’t really know how I managed…”  She then gasped as Tammy pulled her head up and french kissed her, the squirrel coaxing her into a bit of tongue-wrestling while Lena groped both of her breasts, pulling her back and into a kneeling position, ‘sitting’ in Max’s lap, driving his shaft deeper inside her before Tammy broke the kiss. 


“Good, then I think you’ve earned a tasty Reward, teach…”  She leaned back on the engine block and spread her legs, using her fingers to spread her cuntlips invitingly, while Lena rubbed the back of the mouse’s head and pushed her forward/


“C’mon, teach.  Don’t you want a nice, tasty treat?”  Lena smirked, then watched as Gadget moaned and leaned in to start kissing and licking Tammy’s pussy.  It took the three of them some time, but finally, Yrotikoz’s influence was seeping into the Mouse’s mind.  She then took a look back at Gadget’s rump slapping against Max’s waist and pushed him back down.  “Move it, I want a chance at that booty.”


Max, now deep into “mindless sex-drone” mode, merely complied and laid flat on his back, letting Gadget bounce on his lap (of her own accord, now), while Lena straddled his belly and pushed her own slick shaft between the mouse’s buttcheeks.  Gadget moaned and stirred a bit, then groaned as she settled back down, taking both children’s dicks as she lapped at Tammy’s pussy with vigor.


Lena panted as she drove into Gadget, squatting over Max’s stomach.  Her feathered vulva slid back and forth against his tummy, leaving a trail of her honey.  She wrapped her arms around Gadget’s chest, squeezing the older mouse’s small, perky breasts.  Her long purple-tinged forelock swayed back and forth in her face as she drove her hips forward and up into Gadget’s rump.

Bent forward, Gadget’s tongue was deep inside Tammy’s young quim.  She licked deep into the red-headed squirrel’s depths, suckling and nibbling at her clit.  Tammy stared down at Gadget, pushing her pelvis forward into Gadget’s muzzle.  Her bushy tail twitched up and down, the only visible sign of her pleasure.  Tammy’s expression was blank and passionless, her hand resting on top of Gadget’s head in her blonde hair.

Normally, Gadget would have found the kids’ strange silence somewhat disconcerting.  She was easily distracted and absentminded, certainly, but she was pretty much the opposite of an idiot, and fairly observant to boot.  But the fact was that she was simply too horny to care.  Max and Lena were both stirring her up in just the right way, and Tammy’s strange dominant manner was strangely arousing. 

Tammy gave a whimper, shuddering as she had a small climax, Gadget’s much more experienced tongue easily bringing her to the brink of pleasure and beyond.  She threw her head back, her tail thrashing up and down in time with her orgasmic convulsions.  Her juices splashed Gadget’s facial fur, soaking her cheek fluff.  Gadget shivered, pushing her tongue deep into Tammy, to feel her clenching walls around her tongue.


Max grunted as his precum flooded Gadget’s depths.  She was taking him to the hilt again and again, her hips slapping his. He drove up into her with all the might his small, lithe frame could muster, his heavy balls hanging between his thighs.  His cock was pulsing violently inside her, even as her strong muscles clenched around him, milking his shaft.  His toes curled as he arched his back, his hips actually lifting Gadget up off the floor.  


Lena gave a mild squawk of surprise and protest at being lifted up with Gadget, but continued her rhythm, trying to match Max. She groaned and leaned in to start whispering into the mouse’s ears.


“You like this, don’t’cha, Teach?  Give in to Yrotikoz, and pleasure like this will be yours daily…”  The duckling moaned as she continued thrusting into Gadget’s ass, getting a good look of her lapping eagerly at Tammy’s pussy.  Gadget herself could barely process Lena’s words, but she could feel something in the back of her head coaxing her to say yes.  A coaxing she was growing incapable of ignoring.


“Hmmfff..  Yes!”  Gadget lifted her muzzle to scream, before burying her tongue back deep into Tammy’s pussy.  She could definitely feel a presence inside her mind now, as she just rode back against Max and Lena’s thrusting, while slurping hungrily at Tammy, before she suddenly shuddered and moaned, the Goof feeling her clench and gush all over his crotch.


This triggered a domino effect, as the three other cubs climaxed as well; Tammy sprayed her girlcum all over Gadget’s muzzle, while both Max and Lena erupted, flooding her pussy and ass with their thick, warm seed.   And as she felt herself filled and sprayed, Gadget soon felt her mind getting grasped, as if by a hand of crimson energy.  


“You now belong to Yrotikoz, as do we all,” Tammy stated calmly, looking down at Gadget’s now empty gaze, watching as another crimson-studded amulet shaped itself around the mouse’s neck.  


Moments later, the naked Mouse climbed down from the plane, walking back towards the temple.  As they marched, two more processions joined them; Della and her ducklings, and Rebecca and her “cubs”, both adult women with an equally blank look on their faces and glittering amulets around their necks.


And nearby, watching from behind a tree, a mature Duck frowned and adjusted his specs.  “Well, I guess I’d better prepare for the confrontation now.”




**************

The beach was a flurry of activity, but it was bizarrely silent. The only sounds were the crank and clank of mechanical parts, the roaring of the ocean, and the wet splatters of semen in the sand.  The ten children and the three women worked tirelessly, driven by the mental commands of the god that possessed them.

Della Duck grunted, shuddering as her body quaked in orgasmic pleasure, her cock spitting thick ropes of cum against the plane’s bulkhead.  It was the latest of countless hands-free orgasms she had suffered, and yet despite the raging pleasure, she ignored it entirely.  Her wings worked at finishing reconnecting some wiring, splicing cables together, and then replacing the steel wall panel where it was.  She stood up and turned without a word, shuffling like a sleepwalker towards the cockpit. 


Along the way, she passed Gadget, who was adjusting the balance of a piece of the engine.  One hand turned a bolt with a wrench, pausing every couple of seconds to listen to the rumble of the motor to see how it was affected.  The other was buried between her legs, her fingers delving deep into her quim.  A puddle of female juices coated the deck under her knees, and she kept slipping in it.  Della paid her no attention.  There was no reason to do so, as she already knew and felt everything Gadget was doing through Yrotikoz.  

She entered the cockpit and climbed into the pilot’s seat.  Taking a moment to aim her penis downward, letting her spurts hit the floor harmlessly, rather than soaking the console, she trapped it between her thighs.  On the flight home, she would use condoms, or one of the children to catch her fluids.  

She began the pre-flight checks.  The time to leave was rapidly approaching, and Yrotikoz’s impatience made her feather-fingers work faster.  She gritted her beak, gasping as a particularly powerful ejaculation made her entire body tense, accidentally flipping a switch that caused the engines to cough angrily.  She flipped the switch back when the pleasure subsided and returned to work. 

It was not so much that she intended to look, but merely that it was something she could see while she worked.  Through the cockpit windshield, she could see the children below, toiling to dig the landing gear free of the sand.  Some of them were carrying armfuls of jewelry, loading them into the cargo bay.  More were merely kneeling in the sand, sliding fingers and feathers up and down their swollen shafts, splashing their semen on the ground in mighty gouts.  Like Gadget, there was no reason to intentionally pay attention to them; Della already knew and felt everything they were experiencing.  She could feel Tammy’s feet shuffling through the sand as she carried a clanking armful of cold gold and gemstones against her chest.  She could feel all three of her sons trembling as their heavy balls pumped their burden into the air, splattering across their own feathers.


Every spurt gave Yrotikoz more power.  He was still a shadow of what he once was… but once the world shared in his pleasure, he would soon far outstrip his original strength.  It was merely a matter of time now.  The plane was almost loaded, and when Gadget finished the final touches, it would be ready to fly.  Della would pilot it away from the island, and back to Breezeport… where Yrotikoz would introduce itself to its new subjects.

The only problem… was the last member of the party that had crashed.  All of them belonged to Yrotikoz except one.  The male duck.  The one named Scrooge.  He had seemingly vanished off the island.  Yrotikoz had sent his pawns to search every inch of the Island and ruins, but while they had found some tracks here and there, he himself had continuously eluded them over and over.  This bothered the elder god greatly, especially after peering through the memories of Scrooge’s family members revealed the green-clad one had not exaggerated the duck’s prowess as an adventurer.  


This was of great concern to Yrotikoz.  This was starting to become disturbingly similar to how he had been defeated centuries ago; he had taken nearly everyone on the Island and had begun having his slaves build ships to spread his cult back to the continent, when one heroic adventurer, wielding the Mirror of the Gods, banished him back into the deepest reaches of the Far Realm.  Yrotikoz was determined not to have this happen again.  


If his minions could not track him down, he would force Scrooge to come to him.  He knew now that the two things guaranteed to draw the duck’s attention were treasure and his family.  And now Yrotikoz had both in one place.  And it hardly mattered if McDuck was aware of the trap or not; he had enough slaves to draw power now that he could overpower the old duck.  And even if, if he had found the mirror, he wasn’t dumb enough to get close enough to get attacked by it this time.  He had been overconfident last time, but not this time, he was prepared!  This time, he would…


“Oy!  You planning on leaving me all alone here, then?!”


...he would be completely shocked, as all of his hosts turned their heads towards the jungle, seeing Scrooge McDuck step out calmly, before leaning on his cane.  It took a moment for the elder god hive-mind to recover from the shock before the hosts gathered to form a defensive line against the old duck.


“Give it up, McDuck,”, the group called out in unison, all of them moving as one.  “The will of Yrotikoz is unstoppable.  You cannot stop us…”


“Oh, nice ‘Voice of the Legion’ trick there, Yrotikoz.  That’s who I’m talking to, right?”  Scrooge continued to have a light smirk on his face that really baffled the elder god.


“Uh, yes~yeah~indeed I~Well it’s…”  the various hosts stammered before the Webby host suddenly stood forward and spread her arms.


“ENOUGH!” she said with a dark echo in her voice.  “This one will speak for me.  I am indeed Yrotikoz, and soon to be the new God of your World.  Where I have failed thousands of years ago, I shall succeed in this new era!   Do you think you can oppose me?!  An Elder God!?”


Scrooge frowned as he looked at Webby, then grunted.  “First off, I don’t approve of you using young Webbigail like that.  Secondly, you wouldn’t be the first Elder God I’ve defeated, and I doubt you’ll be the last.”


“You?!  Defeat an Elder God?  Hah!”  Webby-Yrotikoz chuckled.  “That is to laugh.”


“Oh, I’ve defeated Yimhevhu the thousand-eared storm, Bhozt'xasz the plague of planes, and Uwe’boll the despoiler of franchises, notably.  Heard of ‘em?”  Scrooge was now very casually leaning on his cane, looking at his feather-fingers.


There was a look of shot on Webby’s face.  “Uwe’boll the despoiler?  He who, with a touch, can turn anything to sh--…”


“Language, missy, I do nae care what Elder God’s taken possession of your body.”


Webby instinctively shut her beak, without any of Yrotikoz’ prompting.  What power did this being have that even his primary host would obey him on reflex?


“Now.  We both know I’m not gonna let ye leave this island,” Scrooge said flatly, stepping forward and jabbing his cane at the plane, “I’d be more ‘n’ happy livin’ out my remainin’ days here if it means destroyin’ that plane an’ keepin’ everyone else safe.”


“You will not.  My hosts will protect it to the death,” snarled Webby, even as the children stood between Scrooge and the plane.  Rebecca scooped up a piece of driftwood, wielding it like a club.  Scrooge held up a hand to halt her.


“An’ we BOTH know I’m not gonna fight you an’ yer hosts.  I don’t hurt kids, an’ while I have no qualms about fightin’ a lady if she forces me to, I don’t fight ladies who are just mindless puppets on a string,” Scrooge interjected, “So ye can make ‘er drop the branch.  I’m not gonna explain to Mrs. Cunningham why I had to give her a black eye when she wakes up from what ye did to ‘er.”


“SO.  Since we’re at an impasse, an’ I AM a businessman, why don’t we TALK about our options, rather than resortin’ to dumb threats?” the elder duck suggested, sauntering forward into the sand.  Scrooge could not have surprised the god more, as he began to unbutton his jacket, tossing it off lazily into the sand.  His trousers followed, along with his boxers.  Despite being of indeterminate but elderly years, Scrooge could have passed for a duck a fifth his age.  He was in perfect fitness, showing no signs of the wear and tear of time.  He was lean and strong, with a moderate level of muscle definition; the body of someone who indeed spent most of their time leaping, running, fighting, and adventuring.

Yrotikoz being what it was, its many hosts dropped their eyes to what hung between his legs.  A long half-hard pink rod swung low from a feathery sheath, almost reaching past his yellow knees.  His white-feathered balls were enormous and swung pendulously with every step he took.  Scrooge smirked, adjusting the top hat he still wore upon his crown with lazy confidence.


“Yes, yes, I know it’s impressive.  How do ya think I finally won over Goldie?” Scrooge asked rhetorically, chuckling, “An’ believe me, after spendin’ the last couple o’ days with nothin’ but me wings fer company, I’m in need of some relief an’ attention.  It’s tough bein’ a gentleman an’ holdin’ on to manners in an age o’ open perversion.”


“What are you talking about, mortal?” Webby asked, narrowing her glowing crimson eyes.


“I’m sayin’ ye can try to take me… if ye think ye can HANDLE me,” Scrooge said, chuckling, “But I think that after all I’ve seen an’ all I’ve done, ye might not find me as easy to zombify as everyone else here.”

“We shall see,” Webby glared, then snapped her fingers as the triplets moved forward as one, and nearly pounced on the old duck, who dropped to the sandy ground.  But what was intended to be a three-on-one gangbang soon ended with the triplets laying on the sand, exhausted as Scrooge had stroked and sucked them all into submission.


“Lass, these are my boys, ya think I don’t how long the three of them can last from masturbatin’?”  Scrooge wiped his beak as he stood up, smirking before Webby gestured to Rebecca, Tammy, and Violet to grapple him from behind.  After a quick tussle, however, he soon had Rebecca bent over as he plowed her rear with his dick, both his hands fingering Violet and Tammy, bringing all three females to climax simultaneously.  Scrooge smirked as he shook his hands clean afterward.  


“Three girls at a time?  I used to do at least seven in one night back in my prospectin’ days, lassie.”  Almost instantly, Max and Kit charged at him, ready to thrust their dicks at him.  It actually seemed too easy as Scrooge allowed himself to get spit roasted by the boys…  ...and indeed it was, as he outlasted them easily, sucking Kit dry while clenching around Max like a pro.  As the two boys collapsed from exhaustion, Scrooge adjusted his hat as he stood up.


“Them Longshaft boys’re good, I’ll admit.  But they’ve still got a lot to learn.”  Webby/Yrotikoz now had a worried look on their face and gestured to Gadget, Lena, and Gosalyn to come at him from three different sides.  Not that it mattered, as even on his back, Scrooge outlasted the mouse riding on his shaft, while pumping both futas into climax with ease, before fingering their pussies to make sure they wouldn’t get back ‘up’ again for a while.


“Yer legions’ are growin’ mighty think Yrotikoz…” Scrooge said, panting as he pumped his erection, still dribbling semen onto the ground from his last orgasm.  His feathers were completely sodden with cum, matted down flat against his body.  He panted, chest heaving with the effort.  Despite his bravado, he was reaching exhaustion quickly.   His erection ached and was becoming oversensitive.  


Scrooge had always prided himself on never needing any sort of “enhancement.”  Despite his advanced age, he had always been able to get a full, rock-hard erection without the need for anything but an arousing sight, his hand, or even just his imagination.  With fifteen inches of swollen cockflesh between his legs, that was a feat of which he was proud.  But as his eyes fell upon Della and Webby, for the first time, Scrooge wished that there were some little blue pills available.


Sheer determination carried him back to a full, swollen erection as he faced Webby and Della, who stared at him with strangely vacant, slack expressions.  They pounced, and he tumbled back to the sand, rolling with the two ducks.  He found himself flat on his back, his tiredness allowing them to take advantage.  Grunting, he tried to sit up but stopped as warmth and wetness engulfed the first few inches of his penis.  

Webby had wrapped her beak around his cock, bobbing her head up and down upon his tip.  She had to open her mouth as wide as she could to fit around the knob, slipping her pointed tongue under his foreskin to tease his head.  Scrooge groaned, rewarding Webby’s efforts not with a spurt of syrupy precum, but a thick, messy gush of semen.  After Scrooge’s sixth orgasm, his body had stopped producing pre altogether, and now just constantly dripped milky, gluey duck-spunk. 


“You will surrender, Scrooge.  Your niece is part of us.  She feels nothing, thinks nothing, and knows nothing but pleasure,” Della purred, even as she slowly dragged the tip of her own penis down Scrooge’s face, leaving a sticky trail of pre there.  He gasped, feeling the heat of it against her beak.  Her cock was as long as his, as thick as his, but had a strange, indefinable femininity about it; a certain smoothness of the skin, and more.

She met his gaze, and Scrooge felt like he had been struck at the base of the head with an invisible, intangible hammer.  There was no pain, just a simple cessation of thought.  Her eyes, which he knew as well as his own in the mirror, flared crimson.  Scrooge gave a strangled noise, a low, groaning moan which turned muffled as Della buried her cock into his mouth.  He suckled obediently, making his niece’s body tremble.  It was a sight he’d seen a hundred, a thousand times, maybe more.  

He had spied upon his niece when she was a youth, exploring her body with her brother, coating both their feathers and their rooms in cub-cum.  He had refrained from touching her, until the day that Louie had placed the audio player’s headphones upon his head, and the Headmaster had reprogrammed the very core of his being into what it was today.  Upon the very day of her return from the moon, Scrooge had watched as Huey, Dewey, and Louie had used the very same audio player to hypnotize and condition her into the service of the Headmaster.  It had been one of the most delightful moments of his life, when he had been able to fulfill his fantasy of years and bury his cock into Della’s depths, flooding her with his spunk for real.

He relived those moments now, the images flooding his empty mind unbidden.  He groaned, his eyes rolling up in his head as he remembered the first time he tasted her cock, taking her shaft to the hilt in his throat.  Della had moaned and gripped his hair the same way she did now.  He remembered the tangy, salty-sweet taste of her semen, which had glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth.  It had filled his stomach with warmth until he could feel it sloshing about.  He had climaxed on the floor without touching himself.  The boys had cheered them on.


Some part of Scrooge’s mind, untouched and still aware, realized that Yrotikoz was trying to confuse and disorient him; to render him vulnerable.  The memories and sensations were making him more aroused and more susceptible to control.  Already, he could hear faint whispers in the back of his mind, talking of surrender, of the pleasures he could experience with his submission.

That annoyed Scrooge more than it influenced him.  And that annoyance brought him back to himself.  He spat Della’s cock out, shoving her back with an irritated grumble.

“Oh, come now.   Usin’ my memories against me?  If anythin’ that just inspires me to fight harder, ye Libidinous Lovecraftian lummox,” Scrooge said, rolling his eyes as he held Della down, “An’ if Della were conscious right now, she’d be e’en angrier about that than I am, so I cannae let ‘er down.”  He grabbed her legs and spread them, plunging his thick shaft deep into her tight pussy, making her gasp as he started to thrust into her. 


As he did, he also reached out to grab Webby, looking at her.  “‘An if Webby were conscious right now, she’d be cheerin’ me on, so I’m especially angry at you usin’ her like this.”  He nonetheless leaned in to take her cock in his beak, bobbing his head to suckle on her, while thrusting nice and hard into Della.


Webby gasped as Scrooge’s tongue flicked back and forth across her flesh, teasing the sensitive rod.  His beak was pressed firmly against her pelvic feathers, her entire length buried deep.  He drove her wild, teasing all the right spots, slurping loudly around her.  The young duckling moaned and shuddered, her wings resting on the back of Scrooge’s head.

Scrooge, for his part, focused on driving deep into his niece’s depths.  He savored every thrust, moaning happily around Webby.  Despite himself, he could never pass up the chance to go with Della.  Years of denial around her had been freed by the Headmaster’s mind control, and he could not help himself.  He pounded her, his wing wrapped firmly around her cock, stroking her in time with each mighty drive of his hips.  


“Y-You… cannot… Nnng… beat us…” Della hissed, her red eyes glaring back at him as he pressed his thumb firmly against the base of her glans, teasing her penis.


“Worse’n ye have claimed the same thing,” Scrooge retorted, pulling his head off of Webby to reply.  A strand of precum trailed from her cock to his lower lip before breaking.  


“We will consume all.  All will know our lust,” the Elder God snarled through Webby.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.  I’ve heard this a billion times like I said.  But the problem is…  I mean… A: I’m gonna beat ye right here an’ now in… thirty seconds and countin’...  An’ B: there’s already someone ahead o’ ye, who’s well on his way ta takin’ over the world with sex an’ mind control an’ all o’ that.”

“What?!” gasped Della.

“...Seriously, yer a hive-minded horror from beyond the howlin’ void, and ye dinnae even bother ta look at yer hosts memories?” Scrooge rolled his eyes, “Worst Elder God I’ve ever fought.  Twenty seconds left, by the way.”


Yrotikoz drove its tendrils of power deep into the minds of its slaves, seeking out their memories of the current state of the world.  It found them quickly and brought them forth to examine them.  

As it dove into the memories of its slaves, Yrotikoz formed a montage of scenes and images; students living seemingly ordinary childhoods until their schools began using various forms of hypnosis devices: sound-based, video-based, perfume-based, even magic and psionic-based, all with the purpose of reducing the school’s staff and student body into reprogrammable, living machines dedicated to serving the Headmaster and indulging in various perversions.


The Elder god’s figurative eyes gaped in a mix of awe and terror, as the reprogrammed students used trickery to subvert their own families, inducting them into the Headmaster’s (originally secret, but soon quite overt) sex cult.  Children convinced their parents to watch an educational movie before the movie night turned into a family orgy night.  School staff used audio sleep devices to brainwash their spouses and children into thinking of casual incest sex as normal.


Soon, the small town of Breezeport was entirely subverted, as businesses entered into partnerships with, or were bought outright by the Headmaster, and began including Indoctrination videos as part of their Human Resources initiatives, before beginning to expand their trades into highly sexualized side-businesses.


Stores that sold toys for children now included tot-sized sex toys and highly sexualized normal toys.  Lingerie shops now included “child-size” offerings.  In a factory, well-endowed cubs lined up to ejaculate into massive vats, producing a product sold as “cub milk” to a certain depraved clientele.  Sexual tourism was a booming business.


By the time the montage reached the present, Breezeport was a growing city where open nudity and sexuality for all ages was an accepted norm. Groping, French kissing, and other forms of foreplay were slowly replacing handshakes as a standard greeting.  Clothing was now optional in most public places.  Polyamory and Bisexuality were becoming standards.  It was a model for the world that the Headmaster envisioned:  a world of free, open sex, devoid of prudishness.


It was a society that Yrotikoz had once dreamt of creating.  One that this mysterious Headmaster (who apparently no one had actually seen) had created.   A mix of admiration, envy, and fear filled the Elder being’s soul.  What was this Headmaster being, that could spread its reign so unchallenged?


“What is this?” Webby and Della spoke at the same time, Yrotikoz’s bewilderment showing on both of their faces.  Scrooge grinned.

“And there it is.  Ye spent all these millennia waitin’ fer yer chance to take over…  an’ someone got there first.  An’ worse… It’s a mortal,” Scrooge said, chuckling, “Yer wastin’ yer time now.  Your slaves are already slaves.  I am too.  An’ in a decade or two, everyone else will be too.  Oh, and five seconds.”

“This… cannot be,” Webby murmured, her monotone drone of a voice suddenly filled with confusion, despair, and disbelief.


“An’ time’s up,” Scrooge said with a smirk.  He wrapped his wing around Webby’s cock even as he did the same to Della.  With firm pressure, he stroked once, all the way from their sheath to their tip. 

Both the young duckling and the woman trembled uncontrollably as a mighty orgasm ripped through their bodies at the same time.  Giving an incoherent quack of ecstasy, both females arched their backs, tensing from head to toe as spouts of milky fluid blasted against Scrooge’s body.  For his part, Scrooge delighted in the bukkake, milking Della and Webby for every gush they could muster.  


Like most ducks, his feathers were waterproof; it simply beaded up and sluiced off of him.  This same property also meant that semen did much the same, but with a bit more difficulty.  He could normally wipe his feathers clean after being on the receiving end of an orgasm with little more than a damp rag.  Unfortunately, bird-cum tended to be so thick and gloopy that it stuck even to his feathers, matting them down and drenching him.  


Della’s blasts dripped down Scrooge’s bare chest like molten wax running down a candlestick, thick and wet. She moaned uncontrollably, her cock jerking in his grip and threatening to tug free.  Scrooge merely adjusted his fingers calmly, redoubling his grasp upon her and milked her.   Webby was thrashing in his other hand, her hips bucking forward violently.  Scrooge did not waver for a second, continuing to please her even as her orgasm raged.

“I know my nieces better’n you, Yrotikoz,” Scrooge said lightly as if he were merely having a discussion over a cup of coffee instead of being on the receiving end of a torrent of girl-spunk, “Ye may control their minds, but I know their bodies, an’ how they react to pleasure.  I’ve been at this a long time an’ I’m VERY good at it.  An’ while ye were braggin’ about how superior ye are, I knew the exact moment they were gonna cum.  An’ how to make it a very, very BIG orgasm at that.”

Yrotikoz was unable to respond, as both of its remaining conscious hosts were too busy in the throes of ecstasy, unable to form words.  First, Della collapsed back, letting out an exhausted sigh as she lost consciousness.  Only then did Scrooge let her go, wiping his hand off on her thigh even as she continued to ejaculate in her sleep, coating her own face and breasts.  He turned back to Webby, slipping a feather-finger into her small cleft, tickling her inner walls.  He pumped her shaft with his other wing, smirking as he felt the hot splatter of cub-spunk against his chest.

“An’ once Webby goes down, why don’t you and I have a lil’ talk in person?  Man to abomination against all that’s holy?” Scrooge suggested. 

“Y-You… M-McDuck….” Webby stammered.  Scrooge grinned.

“Ye don’t know how much I love hearin’ that from my enemies,” he said lightly.  Webby’s beak worked, trying to form more words… but her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward, passing out.  Scrooge caught her and gently rolled her to the ground, sighing tiredly.

He was exhausted.  His back ached, his balls hurt, and his cock was pulsing with the need for at least one last orgasm.  Scrooge reached down, wrapping a hand around his penis, pumping it firm and fast.  He needed a clear mind for what was about to happen, and going in with his thoughts clouded by lust and exhaustion was a bad idea.  He closed his eyes and thought back to that one night in the Klondike with Goldie and..  ...soon splattered his seed all over the unconscious forms of Webby and Della.  He then sighed, took off his hat, and pulled out a handheld mirror from its insides.


“All right, ye Pan-Dimensional Pervert.  Time to cast you out an’ back into the Dimension ya crawled out of!”  He held out the Mirror, looking into it to spot the one true Amulet amongst all the copies, and reached out to yank it off of Webby’s unconscious form.  Instantly, the Amulet reacted, it’s gem pulsing with bright red energies as tendrils of black shadow-stuff reached out to wrap itself around Scrooge’s limbs.


“Stil got some fight in ye, eh?  Well too bad for ya, I found the one thing that can defeat you!  Or rather, my nephew Louie did.”  The amulet seemed to scream wordlessly as Scrooge held the mirror up to it.  


“That’s right!  The Mirror of Kryz-Gul-Mach, your rival Elder god!  I read the legends of this island long before ah planned this expedition.  I’d hoped to find the mirror first, but I underestimated Webby’s eagerness to hunt for artifacts.  But now that I’ve got this, I cast ye out!”


Yrotikoz’ amulet vibrated with a guttural scream that sounded like the word “Nooooo!”, even as Scrooge kept holding it and the Mirror, forcing it’s “eye” to stare into the mirror.


“I cast ye out!  The Power of Kryz compels ye!  The Power of Kryz compels ye!”  Scrooge continued to chant, as the amulet’s tendrils began evaporating, until the amulet’s glow faded entirely, the item turning cold and inert in Scrooge’s grasp.  Nearby, all of the duplicate amulets began evaporating as well, leaving the unconscious cubs and women in the rest of the ritual jewelry garb.


Scrooge surveyed the scene, nodding in satisfaction before clutching the amulet.  “There we go.  Not so scary now, are ye?” He then looked back at the crowd. “Aaan’ now I’ve got to wait for everyone to wake up.”


******
“Ooohhh…  My achin’... everything,” moaned Huey, his eyelids fluttering open slowly.  The tropical sky was blindingly bright above him, and he immediately squinted as a spike of pain stabbed his eyes and his brain.

“I’m never ever going to drink againnnn….” moaned Dewey weakly from nearby.  It took an enormous effort for Huey to turn his head to see his sibling lying on his back next to him, looking about as awful as Huey felt.

“You don’t drink… we’re 13 years too young for that…” whispered Kit’s voice from Huey’s other side, sounding like he was dying.

“Relax, laddies.  Ye’ve all been through an ordeal, an’ I don’t envy ye for the aftereffects,” Scrooge’s voice said gently.  Huey felt a weight and a sloshing sensation in his hand.  

“Drink up, lad.  It’ll help.  A little,” Scrooge said.  Huey lifted the object to his beak and sipped.  It was mostly coconut milk, which made sense, as the object was a coconut shell.  He lifted his head and noted that Scrooge was walking around, handing out more coconuts filled with liquid to everyone.  


Everyone except Scrooge was laying in the soft, warm sand of the beach, completely naked, and covered head to toe in milky fluids.  Everyone was showing obvious and painful signs of arousal, swollen twitching shafts, feminine juices dripping into the sand.  Everyone was laid out like Huey, looking equally disheveled and unhappy.  Only the old man was moving around freely, looking almost cheerful.


“Did… did it work?” Louie asked weakly.


“Ach, ye did good work, Louie.  I may have done all the hard work, but you were the one who saved everyone,” Scrooge said kindly, gently patting Gosalyn on the head as he helped her sip from her own coconut.


“Saved us from what?” Max asked, blinking dazedly, “Wasn’t… it just… nighttime?  I feel like I missed something.  I was following Webby and… ...why don’t I remember what happened?”


Scrooge looked at Max.  “Long story short, ye all got possessed by an Elder God of Sex an’ Domination, who used you as pawns t’spread its influence in the hopes of takin’ over th’ world.”  Everyone just stopped what they were doing to stare at Scrooge.


Rebecca Cunningham was the first to break the silence, groaning as she facepalmed.  “Oh for crying out...  ...if I had a dollar for every time I got kidnapped by a sex cult…”


Lena sighed. “Okay, can someone answer that phone?  Cause I totally called it.”  She glared at Webby.  “And that is why we don’t enter ancient cultist temples alone and unprepared, Webby.”  She then blinked and turned to Scrooge.  “Wait, when you defeated it, what did you do with it?”


Scrooge smiled as he pointed his cane to a metal lockbox.  “Ach, don’t’cha worry, that cursed collar will be kept nice an’ isolated, its influence over all of ye a thing of th’ past.”


Kit groaned.  “So why am I sporting a half-boner, while feeling like my head’s about to split open?”  As he rubbed his head, the bear cub looked around at nearly everyone else rubbing their heads and/or trying to hide a growing erection.


“Well, that’s why I don’t sell magical mind-control sex artifacts, lad.  They always leave’ye with a migraine an’ still needin’ satisfaction.”


Della rubbed the back of her head, trying not to stare too much at her naked kids and uncle. “So, uhm..  Unca Scrooge?  Where are our clothes?”


“Destroyed, I’m afraid.”


Della just stared at him in shock.  “WHAT?!”


“Aye, seems that Yrotikoz was very much pro-nudism for his cult’s dress code, so all of yer clothin’ got torn up at some point.  Don’t worry, we’re headin’ back to Breezeport, so nobody’ll really notice.”


Della sighed and rubbed her head. “Right, right..  ...not like we’d be the first ones to disembark a sea-plane butt naked there.  I swear, I know some of those tourists have to own pants…  Oh crap, the plane!  Gadget, we need to finish fixing the plane!”


The Mouse got up, uncaring that she was naked, as she tended to do, and put on her previously discarded goggles. “I’d almost finished the engine repairs when the kids got to me.  Working together, we should be done in an hour.”


Scrooge nodded. “Right.  Until then, everyone, it’s a bright, sunny day at the beach, so everyone, let’s go swimmin!”


“And sexin’!” added Kit with a grin.


“...Pretty much what I meant, laddie,” Scrooge agreed with a smile.


******

A few hours later, the seaplane took off with a loud roar, leaving the island behind.  Its cargo hold was filled with treasure, which had been meticulously checked to hold no curses, magical properties, or spirits, gods, monsters, demons, or other eldritch abominations.   The cargo hold was also filled with children and adults, laying next to each other.


The first several hours of flight had been spent in exhausted sleep, waiting for the headache medicine from the plane’s first aid supplies to kick in.  The second several hours had been a mixture of discussion, joking, and scattered orgies.  Della had set the autopilot to catch sleep and join in the fun herself.


There was little else to do besides talk and have sex.  Yrotikoz had made them all destroy everything they were wearing.  This was much to Louie’s incredible irritation, as he found Yrotikoz had made him shatter his phone with a rock.  Scrooge, however, showing surprising generosity, had promised to buy him a top-of-the-line replacement for saving everyone; so Louie was not feeling that bad.


Excusing himself from the latest round of sex, Scrooge finished squeezing his last spurts onto Rebecca’s tongue, before climbing the stairs and slipping into a small storage room off to the side.  Perching on a box, the old man pulled off his top hat, and smirked as he pulled out two objects…  a silvery mirror and a golden amulet with a glowing ruby.


Scrooge kept the Mirror in front of him, before putting the Amulet around his neck.  Instantly, the gem flared to life as it began to glow again, his eyes getting a slight red tinge before he shook his head, returning them to normal.


“Now none of that, laddie.  Ye might’ve had an easy time getting into Webbigail’s young, eager mind, but yer not piercin’ my mental defenses.”  He raised the mirror to look into it.  His reflection was just glaring back, it’s eyes still glowing bright red, before it spoke back with his own voice, a dark resonance added to it.


“Why are you disturbin’ mah slumber?  Do ye just want to taunt me further, after that humiliatin’ defeat?”  Yrotikoz just raged, it’s voice only echoing inside Scrooge’s mind through the amulet’s link.  “Ye’ve not only defeated me an’ dismantled my cult, ye’ve shown me I’d be outmatched even if I’d won.  What more do ye want from me?”


Scrooge just smirked. “I wanted to make you an offer.”  The reflection blinked, looking back at Scrooge, who continued.  "All you want is mortals to fuck, consequence-free, innit?  So here's my offer.  I turn your old temple complex into a nudist vacation resort/sex club.  People pay to come in and submit to your control for say, a two-week vacation package where you can do what you want with them, and then send them back off, free of control?"


Yrotikoz just stared back at Scrooge, raising an eyebrow.  “An’ what of the Headmaster?”


Scrooge just grinned.  “Who do you think helped me bankroll THIS little expedition?” 


Yrotikoz rubbed his chin as if pondering his options… then smiled.  “Do I get franchise options?”