Skye - Skyriel - Wild Mage Kiyone - Kiyora - Cleric Simba - Simbana - Barbarian Huey - Huchenor - Wizard Webby - Webrana - Rogue Tiffany - Tiffa - Ranger Gazi - Gazi - Fighter Dot - Contessa Angelina - Bard “Is this the room?” Simba asked, looking up and down the hall. The lion’s tufted tail swished as he scratched his head, trying to jog his memory of the room number. Having never been inside the shared dormitory building of the Twin Schools, he had no idea where he was going. “Yeah, this is it,” said Huey, looking down at the sticky note he had attached to his Junior Woodchuck Guide. The duck glanced over, shrugging, and knocked on the door. There came a muttering and rummaging from inside the room, before the door cracked open. A wolfish muzzle peeked out. “Password?” it hissed. “...Uh… You told us to come here at this time and place?” Huey said, glancing over at Simba. The muzzle turned to a frown, and several voices yelled from inside the room to "let 'em in already!" “...Good enough,” said the boy, and the door closed. A restraining chain was pulled, as the four kids glanced at each other, trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. “Hi! You came!” Jayden exclaimed, his muzzle pulled wide into a smile as he opened the door to let the other children in. “Well, yeah, you did invite us,” said Simba, chuckling as he walked past. Jayden’s dorm room was set up slightly differently than most of the other boy’s rooms. Normally, the room had basic furniture: a couch, a desk, a desk chair, a bed, a dresser, and that was about it. Jayden had somehow finagled an actual table into his room, and managed to find an assortment of beanbags, chairs, and stools to place around it. Jayden had several other guests in his room. Skye lounged on his bed lazily, giving a friendly wave as the kids entered. Kiyone sat studiously at the table, reading a sheaf of papers and studying them. Gazi Cabbit was flicking a small object into the air and catching it idly. And Tiffany ‘Gia had a book, flicking through the pages rapidly, apparently speed reading through it. As the four new children entered, they all looked up and gave cheerful greetings. “So, uh… Welcome to my humble abode,” Jayden said, adjusting his glasses, “So, Skye, Kiyo, Tiffy, Gazi; meet our new players! You guys know some of ‘em already, I think? Simba, Huey, Webby, and Dot!” “Yo guys,” Skye said lazily, waving again, one large green eye peering out from underneath its lid. “Yo, Skye,” Simba replied, returning the wave. “Dot? I didn’t know you liked RPGs. You don’t seem the type,” said Gazi, blinking as he looked over at the little black canine. She was barely taller than Skye as she skipped into the room cheerfully, looking around with her large black eyes. Dot smiled and flicked her hand dismissively as she smiled. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, handsome.” Jayden smiled as he stood before the newcomers. “Please, make yourselves more comfortable. You can put your clothes on top of the chest at the foot of the bed.” Jayden stepped beside the chest to point to it with a hand, although from his position, it almost seemed as if he was pointing with his exposed penis, as he was as naked as the other children already there. Skye was lounging on her back, idly stroking at her erections, while beside her Tiffany was laying on her belly, tail raised as her bare ass was fully exposed. As Gazi kept tossing a d20 into the air, he eventually missed catching it and winced as it bounced off his erect dick, before rolling under the desk where Kiyo was sitting bare-assed, her own twin cocks dribbling a bit of pre as she kept scribbling at her character sheet. “...Y’know, if you’re trying to convince us that you Private School kids don’t spend all your time naked, you’re not doing a good job of it,” said Huey, eyeing the others with a smirk on his beak. “We spend a LOT of time nakie, not ALL of it,” corrected Skye, smirking as he leaned forward, ogling the public school kids openly as they began to strip out of their clothing. Huey sighed as he pulled off his red cap and tossed it aside. He stripped his red t-shirt over his head, baring his feathered chest. The boy shimmied out of his shorts with difficulty, having to get onto the ground to get them off properly, before putting it aside with the rest of his clothing. He tapped his webbed foot against the ground, as his pink half-hard shaft hung down between his legs over a pair of feathered testicles. “...I’m feeling a little inadequate here,” he admitted and blushed a little, looking at Gazi, Jayden, and Kiyone. The two boys and the girl each had penises over a foot long, compared to his, which was quickly hardening to a solid nine. “It’s not the size, it’s how you use it!” Webby replied lazily, pulling her vest over her shirt. It took her a minute to meticulously unbutton it, then fold it and place it aside. Huey watched with great interest, apparently fascinated by Webby’s little nipples poking through the feathers of her chest. The duckling turned as red as his shirt as she slipped out of her skirt, and in the process revealed she was not wearing underwear. Her down-covered vulva was clearly visible, the pink nub of her clitoris glistening with moisture. Webby walked over and hopped into a seat, apparently oblivious to the lustful gaze of the other duckling, and the way his penis stiffened painfully at the sight of her. “Hey, we’re about the same size,” Skye added, gesturing down at her twin ten-inchers, before adding with a mischievous grin, “...Though combined, I’m over twenty inches!” “Not THAT impressive. I’m pushing thirty,” bragged Simba, as his shirt was left crumpled on the ground carelessly. The lion brushed back his short-cut gold hair, his red-gold eyes glittering proudly as he put on a show of pulling down his jeans. A moment later, his briefs followed suit. As he straightened back up, he thrust his hips out, revealing the trio of half-hard members hanging there, pulsing eagerly. He reached down and grasped his upper shaft delicately, rolling the foreskin up and down to expose the rosy tip. He sauntered forward, knowing and enjoying that all eyes were on him. Having three penises was an exceedingly rare genetic trait (usually a random mutation), one in 500,000 and it ran far more strongly in his family than most. Simba sat down at the table, leaning back enough that his swelling erections were on display. “Well… yeah, but individually, we’re the same size…” Skye mumbled, backtracking on her earlier comment almost immediately. Huey looked at Simba and sweatdropped. “And here I thought I felt inadequate before…” Dot giggled at Simba. “Well Hellooooo Nurse.” She then looked at the others and their confused reactions. “What? It’s a thing me and my Bros do. Practically contractually obligated, even.” “Anyway, my turn to show my cute lil’ booty!” Dot called, grinning. The black-furred canine stripped far faster than anyone else. She whirled around, turning into a black and white tornado for a moment, as her yellow shirt flew one direction, her pink skirt another, her panties struck Jayden in the face, and her socks and shoes scattered to the four corners of the room. When she stopped spinning, she posed, hands behind her head. The little black canine’s fur was so black as to be almost featureless, hiding the shape of her body. Her pink nipples poked through the fur of her chest, fully erect in the cool room. Between her legs, an incredibly thick and long rod of black flesh hung down past her knees. The pink, fist-sized head was just visible under a thick foreskin. The other children, Simba included, stared in disbelief that someone so tiny could be packing such a mighty log between her legs. “...Y’know, I knew you had that down there, but I’m still stunned every time I see it,” Simba remarked. “...So inadequate…” Huey sighed, looking down at his own cock as it twitched. Webby patted him on the back and whispered something that even Skye’s incredible hearing couldn’t pick up. The duckling boy’s eyes went wide, his penis surged, and a dribble of precum ran down the shaft. He looked quite cheerful after that, as he took one of the many mismatched seats at the table. Jayden smiled as he walked over to one end of the table, where a GM’s screen showing a quartet of barely clothed adventurers (a naked male lion barbarian, an amazon she-wolf wearing shoulder pads, bracers and greaves, a female unicorn archer wearing just a green cloak, and a male owl sorcerer wearing an open robe, all confronting a massively built futa dragoness) stood before a stack of books, with hex map laid out before it. “All right, everyone, let’s get to character building. I like things a little old-school, so that’ll be 4d6, drop the lowest, rolled six times, placed in any order you want…” Huey raised an eyebrow and spoke up after sitting down between Webby and Dot. “Shouldn’t that be 3d6, in Order, no Rerolls?” Jayden chuckled. “Dude, I’m not THAT old school. Or mean.” Some time later, Jayden begins to narrate… ******* The Tavern is a bustle of activity, both lewd and ordinary. Topless barwenches and twinky barboys carry platters of ale and food from table to table, only pausing when patrons reach out to grope them, unless they’re dancing for more tips on top of tables.. Bawdy songs fill the air, drowning out the occasional moans of pleasure from corner booths, and the chandeliers are constantly swinging due to repeated banging from the above floor. One after the other, various adventurers enter the tavern. A silver-winged vixen holding a crooked staff wanders in, a short hooded cloak draped over her shoulders to barely cover her flat chest, and a holy symbol over her long loincloth. A stout, gold-winged fennec with a simple red and black cloak, arm and leg sleeves and loincloth. Then enters a young, short-maned lion with solid muscles for one so young, his crotch covered with a massive codpiece that seems ready to burst. Afterwards, two ducks, a male and a female, walk in side by side; the male is lanky, a book clutched under one arm and a staff in the other, with a very loose robe that’s barely tied on him. The female duck’s face is almost entirely hidden by her hooded cloak, only her smirking beak showing as she struts in; her pink nipples are covered by twin straps of sheathed throwing knives, while a belt of large pouches serves her as a mini-skirt. A cheetah girl with a large brimmed hat and an open trenchcoat then walks in, twin crossbow pistols strapped to her naked thighs. Then follows a long-eared, cat-like mammal with a chestplate and armored codpiece, and finally a black-furred dog/cat girl wearing nothing but jewelry, bedecked in gem-incrusted golden necklaces, bracelets and rings, including a very expensive looking bejewled cockring… ******* Jayden finally stopped the narration to just give Dot a flat look, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, are you serious with this description?” The others just gave her a glaring look of annoyance, as she just smiled and shrugged it off. “What? I’m a Bard. If I’m not trying to be the center of attention, what good am I?” Dot asked, slowly stroking her long, black shaft as it twitched in her grip. Jayden rolls his eyes, then resumes. ******* The eight travelers walked in, drawing nervous looks from the townsfolk. Adventurers were easy to spot, due to their weapons and ostentatious clothing… or ostentatious LACK of clothing in some cases. Adventurers were bad news for a peace-loving community. A low mutter filled the tavern as the locals hoped that the strange newcomers were merely passing through. The lion strolled up to the bar and slapped down some gold coins, grinning as he called, “A drink for me and my companions! The road has been long, the sun has been hot, and our thirst is great!” The bear bartender slipped the coins into his till. Gold was gold, even if it was adventurer gold. Turning away from a moment, he rummaged about and set down eight bottles of juice-- ***** “Wait, wait, wait, I paid TEN GP, and all I get is friggin’ apple juice?!” complained Simba, looking down at his character sheet in irritation. “...You’re eight years old. Did you expect beer?” Jayden asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well… YEAH!” Simba grumbled. “Drinking laws existed even in medieval fantasy times, sorry!” Jayden sighed, “Now can we continue?” ****** --Eight bottles of juice, which the lion begrudgingly took, handing to his companions. “What brings ye here, travellers?” the bartender asked, eyeing the eight cubs suspiciously, “We don’t see much of your folk around ‘ere.” “We seek fame and fortune, fine sir! I am the Contessa Angelina de Dottie,” said the bejeweled canine, hopping up onto her stool and doffing her large, feathered cap, “A poet, songstress, and minstrel of renown in all the nine lands!” ***** “Actually, there are like… 30 lands…” Jayden interjected. “Oh, shut up and lemme do my thing!” Dot grumbled. ***** “The NINE lands, like I said,” the Contessa said, sticking her tongue out into the air for some enigmatic reason, “And my travelling companions are of equal fame; legendary figures all!” “First, the mighty Simbana, Prince of the Savannah, he of royal blood and godly might! With his broadsword, he has smote many a foe, and with his three rods, he has laid many a comely lass!” the Contessa called, gesturing to the lion cub. Simbana grunted and looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as his codpiece gave a pronounced and highly visible twitch. “Then the lovely Kiyora! A healer of unparalleled skill, who has cured erectile dysfunction in the entire country of Ababwah!” Dot said, gesturing to the red-furred vixen with a grin. Kiyora looked as if she was trying to turn invisible, pretending as hard as she could that she did not know the tiny black canine as she pranced around. ***** “Seriously, there’s no such place as-” Jayden tried to complain. “SHSSHHSHHH!!!” Dot interrupted. ***** “Next we have the mighty wizard Huchenor, who’s long and mighty magic staff knows no match, be it in size or potency!” Huchenor blushed as he clutched his staff, smiling incredibly awkwardly as he felt eyes fall upon him. “And beside him is Webrana the silk-fingered, who’s deft hands has both stolen many a coinpurse and pleasured many a partner, often at the same time! Her skill has left her a wanted girl across all of the Seven City-States of the Pirate Coast, some wanting her dead, and others in their bed!” Webrana actually looked rather pleased at the declaration, and twirled a kunai around one finger. “And indeed, who could forget our mightiest mage, Skyriel, who has spent seven of her eight years of life training in the mystic arts! Calling upon the powers of ancient and wild magics, she can perform feats like no one has ever known… or she can fill a room with spunk, but she doesn’t need magic to do that, with what she’s packin’ down there.” ***** “HEY!” Skye complained. “Shhshshsh! I’m on a roll!” Dot said with a grin. Huey raised a hand. “Uh, back up a sec. Did you say ‘wild magics’ in that intro?” Dot nodded. “Yeah, I looked at Skye’s character sheet, and her sorceress has the Wild Mage subclass.” Huey groaned and facepalmed. “Seriously, Skye? The Wild Mage is one of the most controversial subclasses, what with the Wild Magic Failure Table!” Skye huffed. “Yeah, that’s why I picked it. Sounds fun and unpredictable, just like me!” Huey groaned even louder. “Great, I’m on percentile roll away from getting turned into a walking scarecrow or drowning in marshmallow or something.” Skye scoffed. “Oh come on, what are the odds of me rolling really bad stuff on the Wild Magic table very often?” ***** “And then, there’s our brave and mighty warrior, he who’s mighty blade has felled many a foe, who’s body has withstood many a blow, and who’s incredibly vigor has pleasured many a lover. I speak, of course, of our mighty warrior…” ***** Dot paused as she leaned in to look at Gazi’s character sheet and did a double-take. “Gazi? Seriously, that’s all you came up with?” Gazi just crossed his arms and glared at the Warner. “And you’re using two of your middle names, so?” “At least I’m using my MIDDLE names! And everyone else is at least putting fantasy embellishments to their names!” Gazi grunted and tapped his character sheet. “Look, I’m just here to defeat monsters, get loot, and get my character laid. I ain’t building a 3 page backstory for that.” Dot groaned in frustration, facepalming and sliding her hand down across her face. “Ugh, Munchkins.. ...fine, I can work with that.” ***** “...Gazi, the hard, grizzled veteran of a dozen battles. Don’t mind his gruff demeanor, folks, he won’t bite. Unless you ask him.” The Bard added with a wink, even as Gazi rolled his eyes. She then sauntered over to the cheetah girl. “And last, but most definitely not Least, is our Ranger, Tiffa the Tomb Treasure Hunter! Scion of Royalty, daughter and niece to two world-famous Rangers in their own right, a daring adventuress and scholar!” She added as she held her hands in the Will Smith “Behold” pose, causing the cheetah girl to tip her hat to try and cover her red face. The silence after this long introduction was so absolute, a gnat’s cough could’ve echoed in the room until the Innkeeper finally broke the silence. “So…. ...I assume you’re here to help us with our Kobold problem?” ***** “What, they’re not impressed?” Dot looked annoyed at that. Jayden shrugged. “Don’t know, you didn’t make your Charisma check for that performance,” he said lazily. Dot blinked, then groaned as she picked up her d20 and rolled it… “A 3!? A MEASLY 3?!” **** “...Either buy another drink or get out,” the bartender growled gruffly, glaring at the eight cubs. The townspeople shared the expression, looking quite annoyed to have their meals and free time interrupted by a bunch of uppity children. Skyriel grabbed the Contessa and clamped a hand over her muzzle, yanking her away from the bar as she sighed, “Sorry, sir. Our… companion… is a little overeager. You said you had a Kobold problem? We’d be willing to help if it meant making some goodwill!” The innkeeper grunted, “You’re wasting your time. No one goes into the Phallic Barrows and emerges unscathed. In fact, most come out VERY scathed indeed.” “...I don’t think you can use that word that way?” Kiyora asked, looking over at Huchenor, who shrugged vaguely. “Well, we’re eager to try to help if we can, sir,” Tiffa said, adjusting her holsters on her little hips as they swayed back and forth, “Just tell us where they are, and we’ll show you what we can do!” “I doubt it. You’ll come back the same as all the others, shriveled and dehydrated and wasted. An’ there’s far worse than Kobolds in that place…” Contessa grinned and quipped. “Shrivelled, dehydrated and wasted? Sounds my last date!” She held her hands out as she looked around. “Eeeh? Eeeeeh?” ***** “Make a Charisma check for the joke performance, Dot.” Jayden just rested his head in his palm as Dot rolled. “Oh for the lovva…!” ***** The adventurers got the location from the Innkeeper and set out upon their quest immediately. They travelled across the land, following the directions they were given. As they travelled, they overcame many obstacles and… ***** “BOOOOOOORED!” whined Simba, rolling his eyes. “What? I’m getting you guys there as fast as I can!” Jayden exclaimed, looking down at his sheets and notes. “You’ve had us roll travelling dice ten times, and nothing more has happened other than that Webby tripped and bonked her beak, and we saw a flock of sheep in the distance that turned out to be a weirdly fluffy tree,” Kiyone said, her blue and violet eyes looking uncharacteristically annoyed. “...Okay, okay, so my random encounter table sucks! I’ll stop using it and we’ll just skip ahead…” Jayden sighed. Simba threw his hands up, “Thank you!” ***** ...and finally entered the Phallic Barrows. The Barrows were in a dark, ugly land; it was a wasteland of scraggly, dried out trees, scrubs, and bare dirt ground compacted as tight as stone. The sky was clouded and dark, and the air was cold and weirdly moist. The Barrows themselves were a series of tightly clustered and connected towers, each ten, twenty stories tall. They were round and cylindrical in shape, with a bulbous tip. From some of the tower-tops, fountains of black goo shot into the air sporadically, sluicing down the sides of the buildings. Vines crawled up the sides, resembling veins. ***** “...They’re big thingies,” Skye remarked, narrowing her eyes at Jayden. “...Uh, I mean… Yeah, they’re the… PHALLIC Barrows…” Jayden agreed, rubbing the back of his head. “...Just making sure you realized it too…” Skye said, shaking her head, giggling. Huey rolled his eyes and looked at Skye. “You’re just learning what ‘phallic’ means, aren’t you?” ***** Upon entering the first of the Barrows towers, the party found themselves in a dark and dingy environment. Kiyora summoned a mystical light to illuminate their way, and the heroes travelled inside. It did not take long before they were set upon by a small pack of Kobolds. The dog-faced mini draconids stood against the heroes, their scales ranging across all five Chromatic dragon colors as they bared their fangs and gripped their weapons… ..as well as standing bow-legged as massive cocks swung between their legs, tips almost brushing the stone floor as they walked. Although the sight of the heroes and the rush of impending battle had already aroused a few, whose 12 inch cocks now pushed out before them, almost like second spears. One of them grinned and muttered. “Fresh meat.” The battle began as the kids spread out and drew their weapons. Without much ado, the fight began as the kids attacked and clashed. The sounds of battle echoed off the stone walls as swords and knives and spears struck and sent sparks cascading about. The tussling and shouting and blows being thrown created a mighty din. It was Simbana who struck the first major blow as he cut the strings holding one of the Kobold’s loincloths on, allowing him a full view of the lizard’s pulsing shaft. ****** “Wait, that’s all I did? I got like a 19, and rolled like 18 damage!” Simba blinked, looking down at his dice. “Did you read the rulebook? This is Heroes and Humpings, not another RPG. The weapons are only for disrobing enemies, or against genderless monsters,” Jayden explained, “Once disrobed, you have to use other methods to subdue your foes.” “...Huey, did you know about that?” Simba asked, glancing over at the duckling. “Yeah, I’ve played this before, dude. Combat is in two stages. Stage one: Undressing and disarming, then step two: subduing,” the boy explained, his hand wrapped around his erection as he stroked up and down slowly, “Undressing your foes before you get undressed gives you a big advantage. A headstart.” “...This game is WEIRD,” Simba complained, sighing as he looked down at his character sheet. ***** Huchenor aimed his staff and called out, “Magic Scissor-Missles!” A pair of bright glowing blue scissors burst out of the tip, spiraling in the air before colliding with two Kobolds, cutting off their loincloths. Skyriel stepped forward, grinning as she cracked her knuckles. She began making gestures, muttering a chant. “Just hang on, guys. This fireball will incinerate all of their clothes!” she called, grinning as she threw her hands forward. ***** “Okay, Skye, roll a 2d10 percentile roll. On a roll of 25 or less, you get a wild magic surge,” Jayden said, nodding towards the diamond-shaped dice. “Okeydokey,” Skye agreed, tossing them onto the table with a clatter. The table watched as they bounced and rolled, and came to a stop… on 02. “...Wild magic surge,” Jayden said, wincing, “...Okay, roll again and let me consult my tables…” “Oh, GAWDS, I knew it was gonna happen, but I didn’t think it was gonna happen on her first roll!” Huey complained, burying his face in his wing-palms, accidentally smearing his own precum onto his beak. ****** There was a blinding flash of light as Skyriel’s spell went awry. The little fennec was thrown backward off her feet, yelping in shock as the backlash hit. Luckily for her, Simbana was behind her, and caught the tiny fox with ease, swinging her back to her feet. Unluckily for everyone, when they looked around to see what had happened, it became immediately apparent. The Kobolds looked down at themselves, as each and every one of them had grown a second penis above their first. Their already oversized testicles had doubled, a second pair swelling in their leathery sacks behind the first. Precum leaked onto the floor from both, spilling in messy gushes. Gazi just looked at the now double-endowed Kobolds, then turned to glare at Skyriel. “Nice Going.” He then growled as he lunged at one of them, swinging the flat of his blade to knock back one of the kobolds, only to have another one swing at him from behind, cutting the strap off of his codpiece, letting it fall off to reveal both his bare ass and his throbbing shaft, before the offending Kobold grabbed him and latched on, grinding its now twin erections against Gazi’s buttcheeks. “Gah! He’s Humping Me! Help!” Tiffa suddenly aimed one of her crossbow pistols at the Kobold’s exposed rear end, and pulled the trigger, launching a blunt-tipped bolt that hit the attacker directly… ***** “WOOT! Critical Hit!” Tiffany grinned as she looked down at the natural 20 on her die, which caused Huey to pat her on the back, as Jayden looked at his book. “Okay, the natural hit table says that for a blunt bolt..” He rolled another die, then winced. ***** The Kobold yelped and arched its back as the bolt’s tip rammed right up his ass, causing him to twitch and spurt precum all over Gazi’s buttcheeks and ballsack. This allowed the felinoid to break free from the grapple and shove him back. Webby, meanwhile, was sliding behind a pair of Kobolds, swinging her blades to slice off their loincloths, leaving them fully exposed to butt gropes! “Hah! Rogues Do it from Behind!” She then backflipped over another Kobold trying to tackle her, landing behind it in a perfect 3-point landing. Huey was waving a hand over the tip of his staff, muttering something, only to suddenly yelp as energy burst out to engulf him and two Kobolds beside him, dissolving all their clothing. ***** “Aw Nuts! Critical Fail on my Disrobe spell! So now I’m as naked as the Kobolds in my 10 ft radius.” ***** The Kobolds tackled the wizard, pinning him down to the ground as one wrapped it’s muzzle around the duck’s cock to suckle on it, while the other lifted the wizard’s legs to slip one of its cocks up his ass. The two of them began to fuck and suck the duck vigorously, enjoying his moans of pleasure and panic. They continued to have their way with the wizard until the one sucking him off suddenly slipped off to rapidly stroke his cock… ***** Huey groaned as his die fell. “And of course I fail my ‘Save vs Orgasm’ roll.” He groaned and leaned his head against his fist. “I guess my character splurts and is incapacitated.” Jayden smiled. “Not so fast. I have a special house rule to make things more fun at my table.” He smiled as the new kids looked at him, while his regular gamers smirked. “If your character cums, so must you. Now, lean back and give your thingie a stroke ‘till you spurt.” Huey blushed and blinked as the realization he’d have to jack off to an audience. After stammering a bit, he got elbowed by Webby and sighed in resignation. “Oh fine. Hope you perverts enjoy the show,” he said as he pushed his chair back and reared up to stroke himself in front of everyone. He groaned softly, pumping his shaft with his feathered fingers, rolling the foreskin up and down over his fat tip. With his other wing, he massaged his swollen balls, squeezing them gently. He sighed, rocking his hips as he slowly pumped his shaft. The other kids snickered and chattered, watching him. Huey grunted, his cheeks turning bright red. Like most of the children of Breezeport, heavy brainwashing and conditioning had removed most traces of his modesty. Public nudity and even public masturbation or sex meant very little to him. But a quick fap in an alleyway with people walking by was a different thing than masturbating for an audience, and the Headmaster’s control had not changed Huey’s personality enough to not be embarrassed by the eager eyes staring at him. “NNNG…” Huey panted, his cock pulsing, precum drenching his hands. It was thick and sticky, coating his feather-fingers as he pumped his shaft with both hands, pausing every so often to fondle his testicles. His feathers were tickling his shaft as he stroked, sending tingles of pleasure through his loins. He knew it was not going to take too long, not with other cubs staring at him. “Okay… G-Gonna splurt my s-stuff in just a second…” he panted, pumping faster, the wet “fap fap fap” of masturbation filling the air. His penis gave a pronounced twitch, the pink head of his cock swelling as a messy spray of precum splashed onto the table. “Hey, hey, hey!!!” Jayden yelped, scrabbling at the table, “There’s a reason we laminate all our materials! Rule number 3 of my table! Condoms on at all times!” He picked up a little plastic square package and threw it at Huey. The duck caught it, tore it open, and pulled out the little rubber ring inside. Pinching the tip carefully, he placed it over the head of his penis and flicked it quickly rolling the rubber film down his shaft until it fit snugly against his feathered sheath. Just in time too; a moment later, Huey gave a loud grunt as his penis jerked violently, and the tip of the condom suddenly expanded out. A flood of milky fluid rushed into it as his cock rippled, pumping burst after burst into the reservoir tip. It drooped down, expanding to the size of a baseball, then a coconut as Huey groaned. He bucked his hips up, his webbed toes curling as he held the base of his penis. The others watched in various states of amusement, arousal, and even hunger as he ejaculated again and again, the condom expanding with his incredibly thick semen. Huey groaned, leaning back in his chair, sweat soaking his face as he squeezed the base of his cock repeatedly. His cock pulsated over and over, thick blasts of cum splashing into the condom. He squirmed in the chair, his feathered testicles churning as his orgasm raged. The condom continued to expand in size, drooping down between his legs. The rubber touched the chair between his legs, forcing him to spread his thighs to accommodate it. He sagged back, groaning in pleasure and exhaustion as his orgasm came to a close. The condom resembled a party balloon at this point, filled with over a gallon of milky, thick fluid. Like most birds, his spunk seemed particularly thick and sticky, sloshing around in his lap. Huey grunted as he lifted his tired arms and pulled his penis free, tying the condom closed before any liquid could escape, and put it aside. His cock continued to spurt weakly onto his stomach, pulsing and twitching. “...And THAT’S why condoms stay on at all times at my table,” sighed Jayden, “Otherwise, all my books and all our materials would be so drenched, I’d have to buy new ones every session, even WITH lamination.” Jayden fixed a glare on the other players. There was a sudden flurry of movement as Skye, Dot, Simba, and Gazi all rushed to fit condoms over their penises; not wanting to face the wolf’s wrath if they soaked any of his precious materials. Kiyone and Tiffany rolled their eyes, their penises already encased in a thin layer of latex. Webby merely snickered. “All right, let’s continue!” Jayden said, adjusting his glasses as his tail wagged eagerly and his cock drooled pre. ***** ***** “I use Detect Magic,” Skye said, shaking the dice in her palm. “W-Wait, Skye, don’t, lemme--” Huey began, waving his hand desperately. The dice hit the table and rolled before he could finish his complaint. He groaned weakly. “Okay, roll for Wild Magic,” Jayden replied, ignoring Huey’s protest. Once the dice hit the table, the action was locked in. Skye stuck her tongue out of the corner of her muzzle, rolling the diamond-shaped dice onto the table. “...12. Wild Magic Surge,” Jayden said, looking down at his tables as he began to roll dice quickly. “Oh, come on! Again?!” Huey complained.