Donald hated his life.  Della and Daisy were talking cheerfully to each other, but the elephant in the room loomed heavily... right over Donald's shoulders.


He'd had sex with his sister (and it had been nearly the best sex of his life).  He had a steady girlfriend in Daisy.  These two things did not fit together in his head.


...and Daisy seemed perfectly content to let him sweat, throwing the duck glances and smirks every now and then, but otherwise just chatting with Della as if nothing were the matter, while she sipped her wine and nibbled on the finger snacks on the table.


It was a ruse.  Donald knew it.  Daisy knew what Della had done, and he was pretty sure that Della had talked with Daisy when he'd been distracted greeting Mickey and Goofy.


They were conspiring.  They were conspiring against him.


And then the old man's speech happened.  Scrooge had invited them all to a party, and then immediately whipped his dick out and started masturbating.  Donald was unsurprised that Scrooge would do something so crude and obscene, but he was a little taken aback that the rich old man could cum like a fire hose.  He knew that the McDucks were... particularly virile, but Scrooge had never displayed anything like this sort of sexual prowess.


Donald was no slouch himself, he was quite well-endowed and virile, but Scrooge had him beat both in length, thickness, and output.  The puddle of cum on the floor was almost a foot deep, and the arc of cum was over six feet.


And the sight of Scrooge's massive cock gushing like that, the smell of the semen, the sound of the old man's groaning and panting.... Donald found his own penis stirring.  Precum oozed from his tip, dribbling down the length of his cock and slicking his inner thighs.


Della, meanwhile, looked at Scrooge with a hungry expression on her face, her eyes gleaming with lust and desire.  She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Scrooge's spurting cock, her fingers slowly rubbing at her crotch.  Daisy also looked at the display with a smirk of amusement, her own eyes trailing down to Donald's crotch.


Donald tried to ignore the stirring in his loins, the throbbing of his penis, the tightening of his balls, and the growing desire to touch himself.  His sister was right next to him, and his girlfriend was on the other side of the table, both of them watching him with interest.  It was embarrassing, humiliating, and arousing all at once, and Donald wasn't sure how he felt about it.  But the desire was growing stronger, and it was taking all of his willpower to not reach down and start stroking himself.


Scrooge finished his orgasm and the party began to break up into groups, moving off to explore the mansion, settle into their rooms, and engage in more intimate activities.  Della was quick to grab Donald's arm and drag him away from the ballroom, leading him down a corridor...  With Daisy in tow.


Donald's quacking, half-incoherent protests were completely ignored by the two women, who giggled and whispered to each other, their eyes alight with mischief.  Della was grinning wickedly, and Daisy's smile was coy and teasing, and Donald's cock was throbbing with anticipation and dread.


Finally, the trio reached a door and Della opened it, ushering Donald and Daisy inside.  It was a guest bedroom, with a large, comfortable bed in the center, and a window overlooking the grounds of the mansion.


Daisy closed the door behind her and locked it, her eyes glimmering with lust.


On the other hand, Della dropped down into a sudden sweep kick, her prosthetic leg striking the backs of Donald's knees.  He cried out in shock, his legs buckling, and he fell backward onto the bed, his arms flailing.  He hit the soft, yielding mattress and bounced once before coming to rest.  He stared up at the ceiling, dazed and disoriented, and then Della and Daisy pounced on him, pinning his arms and legs to the bed.


"Hey!" Donald exclaimed, but his quacks of protest were cut off as Daisy wrapped a ribbon around his beak. The two women made quick work of him, tying his wings behind his back and his legs together, then dropping him into a chair and tying him to that.


"There we go," Daisy said, "Now he can't run away or anything!"


"I don't think he was gonna, anyway," Della remarked with a smirk, "But better safe than sorry, huh?"


"MMMMMPH!" Donald quacked loudly, his eyes narrowed in anger, his struggles futile against his bonds.  He was completely helpless and at their mercy, and the thought sent a shiver of arousal through him.  His cock stood proudly and angrily straight up, twitching violently.


"So.  Della and I have had a nice long conversation about some of the things you told me..." Daisy said, smirking mischievously, "And we came to an understanding."


"Daisy has forgiven me for having sex with you, Donald," Della said, her beak stretched into an equally large grin, "After I apologized quite a bit, of course."


"It's not like you asked him to fall on top of you... Then prematurely ejaculate into your face," Daisy agreed, nodding sagely.


"MRRRRPH!" Donald quacked furiously, his face turning bright red as he blushed, humiliated and aroused.  The memory of his accidental ejaculation on his sister's face, of his cum dripping down her cheeks, of the expression of shocked pleasure on her face... it made his cock throb and pulse.


"But still, that's no reason to keep going when you should have known better," Daisy scolded him, running a finger up and down his penis as she walked around him, "And since YOU'VE had a chance with your sister... I think it's only fair that *I* get a chance with your sister."


"MPH?!" Donald's eyes widened, and he struggled against his bonds, his cock pulsating, precum oozing from the tip, dribbling down his length.  His mind raced with the implications of Daisy's words, and his heart pounded in his chest.  His sister and his girlfriend?  His sister and his girlfriend... having sex in front of him?!


"Don't worry, Donald," Daisy said, walking back over to Della, "I'll be gentle."


"Hey, what about me?" Della asked, pouting.  Daisy grinned.


"Oh, you'll be gentle too, I'm sure," she said.  Della smirked and shrugged, accepting that.  She then reached out and grabbed Daisy's head, pulling her close and planting a deep kiss on Daisy's beak.  Donald's eyes bulged, and his cock pulsed, dribbling precum onto his lap as he watched the two women kissing passionately, their tongues entwining.  He could feel the heat in his groin rising, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him.  The sight of his girlfriend and his sister kissing was intensely erotic, and he couldn't help but squirm in his seat.


They moaned into the kiss, their penises sliding together, even as their nipples rubbed against each other.  Donald could only watch, unable to budge his restraints.  Della's hands came up to cup Daisy's breasts, squeezing them firmly, and Donald could hear Daisy's gasp of pleasure as she returned the favor.


"Mmm... That's nice..." moaned Daisy.


"Y'know, you're pretty big," Della remarked, admiring the other woman's bosom, "Like, these are really hefty and firm."


"Heehee, thank you!" giggled Daisy, returning the compliment.


"Wish puberty had been as kind to me," Della grumbled, looking down at her own more modest chest, which Daisy was still fondling.


"Aw, don't feel bad, hon.  You're bigger in other ways," Daisy said, her hand snaking down to grasp Della's erect, twitching cock, making the duck woman moan softly, "...Like here.  Wow, you're big."


"I'm a McDuck, it comes with the territory, apparently," Della sighed, her cock pulsing as Daisy stroked it, "Big, fat, thick, long, and hard, and cumming buckets."


"Mmm.  If you are anything like your brother or uncle, then I'm sure that's true," Daisy cooed, "And I bet those boys will grow up just the same."


"...The boys already ARE the same," Della said, grinning to herself as she remembered the events of the day before.  There was a moment of awkward silence as both Daisy and Donald stared at her, and she blushed.


"....I didn't say anything," she finally said, and then promptly changed the subject by shoving Daisy back onto the bed, "Now let's get this show on the road!"


Donald made some muffled noises, but otherwise watched in shock and arousal as his twin sister and girlfriend crawled into bed and started kissing again.  He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't look away either.  His cock was rock-hard, and he desperately wanted to stroke himself.  He struggled against his bonds, but they held fast, and he was forced to watch helplessly as Daisy and Della made out on the bed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their tongues dueling, their moans and gasps filling the room.  Donald's cock ached and throbbed, and he could feel the precum leaking from his tip.


They twisted around in the bed.  It seemed to be a bit of a struggle, given Della's prosthetic legs, but they somehow managed to find a position to interlock their legs, pressing their pubic mounds together.  Their penises were angled away from each other, their drooling heads pointed out to either side, and they began to grind.


Daisy gasped in pleasure as her pussy slid against Della's, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Their hips moved in unison, gyrating back and forth, up and down, rolling like waves in a stormy sea.  They were grinding their crotches together, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.  Their clits rubbed and bumped together, their juices mixing.


An angry vein was growing on Donald's forehead, even as a matching one pulsed along the underside of his penis.  He struggled against his bonds, but he couldn't move an inch.  He was forced to watch as his sister and girlfriend ground their crotches together, their moans and gasps filling the air, and their cocks pulsating.  He was going crazy, his cock throbbing and aching, and he was desperate to cum.


"Uhnn.... ah! Ahnn..." huffed Daisy, massaging one of her breasts as she ground her pussy on Della's, her cock twitching and pulsing.  Della was similarly panting and gasping, her prosthetic leg occasionally twitching, the motors inside whirring faintly.


The two ladies were too busy in pleasure and movement to speak much beyond the occasional utterance of bliss, or a grunt or huff of physical exertion.  The only other sounds were the wet squish of their sopping feathers against each other, and the faint whirring of Della's cybernetic leg motors.


Donald was beside himself.  His cock ached and throbbed, his balls felt heavy and tight, and the precum was flowing from his tip.  His cock was so hard and throbbing, it was painful.  The sight of his sister and girlfriend grinding their crotches together was driving him wild, and he wanted to cum so badly, but he couldn't move or do anything.  He struggled against his bonds, but it was no use, he was trapped, and his cock ached and throbbed with need, and the sight of the two women grinding their crotches together made it worse.


He resorted to rocking his hips as much as he could, trying desperately to stimulate himself.  He didn't care how ridiculous he looked or sounded, he just needed relief.  His cock was rock-hard, his balls were tight, and he could feel the precum dripping from his tip.  He did his best to stab his cock into the air, to make it slap against his own stomach, anything.  All he did was make it wobble obscenely back and forth, his body twisting and contorting in an effort to get some stimulation, his cock flopping around lewdly, a thick strand of clear pre-cum stretching and swaying from his tip.


"Nyahhhn!" Daisy cried, arching her back as she climaxed, her cock pulsating wildly. A mighty lance of white goo fired up to strike the underside of her own bill as she came, her whole body tensing up, her webbed toes curling.  Donald watched with wide eyes as his girlfriend's cock spurted repeatedly, ropes of cum shooting into the air, splashing against the underside of Daisy's bill.


Della groaned and began to practically seize.  Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her entire body jerking and twitching. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her neck, her mouth open in a silent scream as her cock pulsed and fired thick, ropey spurts of gooey cum. Her body convulsed, her legs jerking violently, and her cum splashed against her own breasts, the white goo painting the feathers there, draping off her nipples, dribbling down her curves.  Della let out a long, shuddering breath, panting heavily as her cock continued to pulse, ropes of cum shooting from her cock, painting the underside of Daisy's bill with thick, white goo.


Donald watched the spectacle, his eyes wide, his beak gaping. He couldn't believe it.  He couldn't believe his sister and his girlfriend had climaxed together.  He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this.  His eyes were locked on where their clitorises met, watching their juices mix and mingle, his cock throbbing with every spurt from their members, with every jerk and convulsion of their hips.


The ladies moved, getting up on their knees (Della with only a moment's difficulty given her knee was artificial,) and began making out with a fervent energy, kissing and tonguing each other, moaning and panting.  Della took hold of Daisy and rolled her onto her back, the two continuing to make out passionately, their penises rubbing together as their pussies did the same.  They were grinding together, their penises sliding up against each other. They were locked in an intimate embrace, kissing and moaning. Their penises were throbbing and twitching together as their pussies rubbed together.  The sight of their penises rubbing against each other, their glistening tips dripping with precum, their throbbing and twitching together, made Donald's cock throb.  He desperately wanted to touch himself.  He desperately wanted to be part of the action, to join the two women in their pleasure.


"Ahnn... You're not half-bad," Della praised Daisy as the two women broke their kiss, a trail of saliva joining their bills, "...I can see why my brother is totally into you."


"You haven't seen ANYTHING," Daisy replied sassily, "That was barely foreplay."


"Oh-hoh?  Is that a challenge?" smirked Della.


"You're darn tootin'," replied Daisy.




"To the finish line!" declared Della, grabbing Daisy and pulling them together again. Their crotches ground together, their cocks rubbed against each other as their pussies kissed, their hips moving in a sensuous dance of raw lust.


Before they could get into it though...  there came a loud SNAP, followed by fabric tearing.  Both female ducks looked over.


Donald's face was bright red, gushes of steam bursting from his ears.  Multiple red, throbbing angry marks crossed his face.  The ribbon binding his mouth had snapped off, his shirt had ripped and his coat and shirt were sliding off his body, and worst of all...


"NYAAAAAH!" he shouted, leaping at the two females with a look of crazed fury in his eyes.


"EEE!" Daisy squeaked, throwing up her hands... And then Donald crashed into them, his cock hard and throbbing and aimed at her.


"WUUUAAAAAAAAGH!" Donald shrieked like a madman, stabbing his erect penis against Daisy and Della's entwined genitals again and again.  Neither his girlfriend nor his sister had ever seen his penis so erect; it was bright red with how engorged and filled it was, with the head swollen to an almost impossible size. It felt like iron, and his balls were churning and roiling.


Neither woman had much time for words as the berserk duck began to ravish and ravage them...  Which, to be fair, was exactly what they had wanted all along.


⁂


Do not think about your brother's penis.


Do NOT think about your brother's penis.


Do not THINK about your brother's penis.


Do not think about your BROTHER'S PENIS.


The mantra ran through Chip's head on repeat.  It didn't work.  All he could think about was standing there, watching his brother's oversized phallus convulsing and pumping and ejaculating and throbbing.  Watching his fraternal twin's semen firing up in hot fountains as it spattered the ceiling of the Ranger Plane, everyone watching as Dale's cum splattered and sprayed.  The look of bliss on his face as he did it.  The sight of Dale's cock...


...It made his own tingle and twitch.  And it had been doing it for hours.  The throbbing, the aching, the burning need, the constant oozing of pre-cum, it had all persisted since they'd left the airport, and they'd been at McDuck Manor for hours and it wasn't getting any better.  His penis was standing straight up and throbbing so hard that he was having a hard time thinking.


He'd resorted to trapping it against his furry stomach with the waistband of his pants and underwear.  This was a bad choice.  As erect as his member was, the pressure against his shaft felt amazing.  It had only made his pre-ejaculatory fluids flow faster.  It was to the point where a wet spot had started to develop on his shirt, right over where his tip rested just under his pecs.


And then watching Scrooge McDuck gush across the room in front of the gathered crowd only made it even worse.  Seeing his long, fat, pulsating member, and the ropes of jizz splashing against the ground and the wall, hearing Scrooge's cries of bliss...


He had glanced over at his brother, who was making absolutely no effort to hide his own erection, and was in fact holding his own fully-exposed, fully-engorged penis in his hand.  He had unzipped, allowing his enormous erection to unfurl and hang in the open air.  He showed not a hint of shame to be exposed to a room full of people.


...For that matter, Chip should have felt embarrassed about his ditzy brother's inappropriate, obscene, exhibitionist display, and he did a little.  But most of him just felt jealous.  He could never imagine being brave enough to be that open with his own penis in public.  To let himself be that free, that unrestrained, that uninhibited... That naked.


Chip could hear his own heart beating hard in his chest. He felt sweat on his forehead and precum in his chest fur, soaking it.


"Uh, Chip?  Are you alright?"


His vision came back into focus, and Chip realized he was fondling his cock through his clothing, rubbing his hand up and down the length, feeling the stiff rod grind against his furry stomach with each movement of his palm.


Gadget was watching him with a raised eyebrow, watching his hand with her usual curious interest.  Chip flinched, yanking his hands away from his phallus.  He was lucky, another minute and he would have blasted like a geyser under his own chin, spraying cum onto his face, neck, chest, and clothes.  Gadget's inquiring, questioning gaze was bad for him right now, the mouse had a knack for pushing his buttons.  If she asked the right (or wrong) thing, or pushed in the correct (or incorrect) way, Chip would lose all self-control and end up spewing seed everywhere.


Chip, why don't you take it out?  You're obviously uncomfortable."


"Ooohh.... I-I shouldn't," he said.


"You're going to chafe or something if you keep it cooped up like that!  Come on.  Here," the mouse reached down and tugged the chipmunk's zipper down, exposing his painfully-erect penis, still constrained by the waistbands of both his pants and his undergarment, "And the rest of it, come on out."  With that, Gadget tugged his waistband downward, allowing Chip's balls to fall out and allowing his cock to swing loose into the air, and he whimpered as his cock gave an eager, enthusiastic jerk of pleasure, sending a thick strand of clear, viscous pre-cum drooping to the floor.  


It felt so good to be exposed and uncontained.  The way Gadget's soft touch had glided across him, however brief and unintended, only added to his need.  His phallus throbbed and pulsed with longing for the mouse's touch again, for the soft, gentle caresses that would make him cum harder than ever before.


"There we go!  That feels good, huh?  Nice and loose, room to breathe, nothing rubbing it up the wrong way!" she exclaimed with her usual chipper demeanor.  The mouse reached down to inspect the chipmunk's tool more closely, "Oh wow... You have a lot of precum."


She held her cupped hand under his bulbous tip, collecting a large quantity of his goo into her cupped palm, the sticky, clear liquid stretching and swaying, joining her palm to his cock in a series of thick, gluey strands.  The sight made the chipmunk squeak in arousal, his balls churning and his member throbbing as his heart sped up and he panted in desire.


Gadget was the smartest person he knew by a long shot, but she was absent-minded and had absolutely no social graces. She was anything but an introvert, but the girl had zero concept of social conventions, to say nothing of personal space or propriety.  She was always touching him and examining things she found interesting, never quite realizing what they were attached to, or how it looked for her to do what she did.  


It had taken literal years of attempts to get her to understand that Chip was romantically interested in her, and apparently it had come as a complete surprise to her, despite being obvious to everyone else (including Dale, who had vied for her attention until he got with Foxglove).  And even once she knew about his feelings for her, it didn't change anything about the way Gadget touched him or did other intimate things without really realizing the connotations of her actions.


The thought that Gadget was unaware of how sexual and intimate her actions could seem, how she might not realize she was playing with his cock, made Chip's mind swim.  His penis twitched, and his breathing became heavier.


He glanced around the ballroom.  It was suspiciously less populated than it had been a few minutes ago; more and more of the people in the room seemed to be slipping off surreptitiously into the corridors of McDuck Manor, or up the grand staircase.  Chip's face flushed red.  He could guess what was happening.  All the same, the thought of being in public view was still embarrassing.


"Uh... G-Gadget, could you..." he started, panting a little, "...Could you not?"


"Huh?  Oh!  S-Sorry.  I kinda lost myself there for a sec," Gadget apologized, blushing, pulling her hand away, the strands of pre-ejaculate clinging between her palm and his dick.


Nearby, Tammy Squirrel watched, steaming with jealousy and, though she had not really learned to recognize the brand new sensation yet, raw, unbridled arousal and lust.  Her eyes were fixed on the mouse's hand, and she bit her lip as she watched the precum stretch and cling to Gadget's fingers and palm.  She could feel her own penis pulsating, and her hips jerked a few times, making the tent in her skirt bounce and jiggle, her erection straining against the cloth as she watched Gadget play with Chip.  She wanted to be in Gadget's place, to be the one to make Chip feel good.


Chip's heart skipped a beat as Gadget turned to look at him, and he could see the confusion and curiosity in her eyes as she met his gaze.  He swallowed, and his cock pulsed, and the copious precum oozing from his tip flowed a little more steadily.


"Gee, Chip.  Yer a regular faucet!" came the unwelcome opinion of his red-nosed twin brother, Dale giving him his usual buck-toothed grin. Dale waddled up, his own massive erection swinging to and fro with his movements.  His penis was almost identical in size to Chip's, and it drooled and dribbled just as much as his own, "I mean, yer makin' a puddle here!"


Tammy's eyes were glued to the swinging, bouncing member as it slapped against Dale's thighs and belly, and her cheeks burned with shame and lust as she watched his dick move back and forth, the thick, gooey pre-cum dripping from the tip.


"Dale, please..." Chip sighed, his face burning with embarrassment. It was one thing to watch Scrooge McDuck ejaculate like a firehose across the ballroom (...That... seemed like an odd thought), but it was entirely different to be on the verge of blasting like a cannon himself.  It was also weirdly arousing and mortifying to have his brother commenting on his arousal and wetness.


"Ahem," said a prim voice, interrupting them.  The detectives gave a collective flinch, suddenly remembering themselves.  None of them had even heard Mrs. Beakley walk up; they had been too caught up in each other.  And now here she stood, her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.


"Oh... Um, hi, Mrs. Beakley..." Gadget said awkwardly, "Um.  What brings you... over here?"


"I appreciate that you are willing to show off your bodies so openly, as Mr. McDuck does," the large goosewoman said with a sniff, "However, given the mess that Master McDuck just left, I must ask you to avail yourselves of the condoms I just put out and made available for guests. At least if you are going to continue to the point of emission here in the ballroom."


The Rangers blinked.  And then, suddenly aware that they had all been standing there, in the middle of the McDucks' manor's main hall, with their privates hanging out and in plain sight... they flushed bright crimson.


Mrs. Beakley smiled wryly.


"Please.  The three of you are clearly new at this, and your hormones are driving you wild.  Why don't you go to the guest wing and choose a bedroom to continue in?"


***


The Rangers piled into the nearest available guest room in the manor's west wing and slammed the door closed behind them.  They looked at each other for a moment.  The twins' pants and boxers had been pulled completely down and left behind at their ankles.  Their erections stood straight out in the open, drooping at their incredible heft.


Gadget took a moment to begin pulling her jumpsuit from her shoulders, letting the purple cloth fall around her ankles and leaving the mouse in nothing but her fur.  In that moment of distraction, she turned back to blink in surprise.


Chip was on his knees, his muzzle wrapped around Dale's pulsating glans, tongue sliding under the foreskin.  Dale's head was thrown back in delight, his high-pitched voice warbling wordlessly with each lap of Chip's tongue along his shaft.  Gadget had only turned away for a second, and already Chip had succumbed to the lustful urges.


For Chip's part, his head was empty.  The moment he had realized they were in private and he could touch his brother's phallus... his mind had filled with purple haze and he'd dropped to the floor before Dale had realized what was going on. The violet light filling his head was like a dense, soupy fog of carnal desire, a cloud of animalistic need and hunger.


The taste of his brother's penis was intoxicating.  His lips and tongue moved along the thick, pulsating member as the hot flesh slid against them, the taste of precum filling his mouth and nostrils.  He felt Dale's hips twitch, heard him gasp, and he felt the weight of his brother's balls against his muzzle, resting heavily on his chin.  He could feel their churning, the roiling fluids within.


"Oh, wow, Chip!  Where'd ya learn to do that?!" Dale groaned to the ceiling, his hands on his hips.


"Golly..." sighed Gadget.


Chip opened wide, letting the spongy head of Dale's dick into his mouth. It pulsated, sweet precum spilling onto his tongue.  His eyes shimmered purple with the strange lust that clouded his mind as he slowly, carefully slid his lips down the length of his twin's penis.  Dale rested a palm on his brother's head, grunting as he began to pump his hips.


And then Chip felt something grip his hips, lifting him up, forcing him to grab onto Dale to keep his balance.  He glanced back in surprise, snapping out of his daze, and found Gadget behind him.  She blushed a little as she lined her phallus up with his rear end, pushing the tip of her cock between his furry buttocks.


Chip realized what she was about to do, and his penis began to pulse and throb.  He was already incredibly horny from being teased, touched, and exposed to sex all day long.  And now here Gadget was, about to take him... He felt his heart flutter, his mouth filling up with the taste of his twin's pre-cum as Gadget began to slide herself inside him, one inch at a time, slowly, carefully.


It wasn't even close to the first time he'd taken her inside him, but she seemed so much... harder than usual.  Bigger?  No, that wasn't possible. Must've been his imagination.  He groaned around Dale as she worked herself back and forth, her own pre helping to lube the way inside.


Forgotten in the mix, Tammy sat nearby, wide-eyed as she watched her crush get double-penetrated, his own phallus hanging down beneath him to spill syrupy clear fluid to the floor.  She was so stunned by the sight, she could not even complain that she was being left out.  The little girl whimpered, her hands finding her cock and sliding along it in a slow pumping motion.  She had no real idea what she was doing, beyond instinct telling her that if she did it right, the warm feeling in her belly would spread all over and the pressure on her penis would release.


Gadget began to pump her hips, finding a rhythm with Chip as her hips slapped his rump repeatedly.  She moaned softly, her small breasts bouncing with each impact, her tail whipping back and forth in time to her movements.  She felt her own fluids dribbling down her inner thighs, her pussy spilling rivulets of her nectar.


The sound of wet fur slapping against wet fur filled the room.  Chip moaned and groaned, feeling the mouse's shaft sliding in and out of him.  The feel of her member inside of him, stretching his insides, was incredible.  He had taken her many times before, but not while in this kind of situation, where they both had lost any sense of restraint.  Gadget's body quivered and her tail thrashed back and forth, and her cries of pleasure were almost enough to drive him crazy with desire.


And then the door opened.


"Hey, Dale?  Chip?  Gadget?  You guys vanished from the ballroom, and Ms. Cunningham said she saw you--" said Foxglove as she entered... then froze at the sight before her in surprise.


"Hey, Foxy," Dale said casually, grinning as if he wasn't currently in flagrante delicto with his cock down his twin brother's throat.  


"S-Sorry, Foxglove, we... kinda needed to blow off a little steam here," said Gadget, not bothering to pause in her thrusting, giving a little grunt as she rolled her hips, burying herself in Chip once more and making him squeak, "Sorry to just disappear like that.  Though... you've been looking a bit... well... like you need to let the heat out a bit too.  Why not join us?"  The mouse offered, blushing brightly as she rolled and rolled her hips in smooth, rhythmic movements that made Chip groan around his brother.


Foxglove... felt like she should be uncomfortable, shocked, disbelieving of the sight before her.  She FELT like she should feel that way... but she didn't.  Instead, as a wash of purple swept through her mind, the bat felt nothing but arousal, desire, need.


She needed this, now.


She needed this, right now.


Without so much as a moment's hesitation, Foxglove had dropped her pants to the floor and kicked off her underwear, leaving herself nude from the waist down.  Foxglove's cock sprung up, thick, swollen, with an oddly large head compared to the size of the rest of the shaft.


"Don't mind if I do!" she said cheerfully, forgetting that she had ever had a worry in the world as she sauntered up behind Dale and pressed her penis to his rear entrance with a playful giggle.  Dale stiffened in surprised delight as Foxglove pushed her hips forward, sinking herself in him with an enthusiastic thrust.


"Oh gosh, you feel so good, Dale," Foxglove said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around him as her breasts pillowed on his back.


"Golly," Gadget repeated herself, blushing.


Dale groaned and shuddered at the sensation of having something in him while being in his brother, the whole world shattering into a kaleidoscope of pleasure and heat.  Chip's soft, warm, and moist muzzle, and Foxglove pumping into his backside.  He moaned loudly, his cock pulsing and throbbing, shooting precum into Chip's mouth in thick spurts that quickly overcame the other chipmunk's capacity to swallow.


All four of the Rangers found themselves lost in the lust of the moment, and Tammy sat by and watched as they went to work on each other, lost in their own private world.  Her arousal had reached a boiling point as well, her body quivering, her cock throbbing and twitching, her hand wrapped around the thick, hard flesh pumping up and down.


As Tammy watched the scene before her eyes unfold, a new thought came unbidden to the forefront of her mind. She wanted more.  More pleasure.  She wanted the others.  She wanted Chip.  She wanted Gadget.  She wanted Dale.  She wanted Foxglove.... She wanted all of the others out in the ballroom.  She wanted their big swollen thingies inside her little cunny, in her mouth, rubbing every inch of her fur.  She needed more, more, more...


As if spurred on by her thoughts, the tempo increased, the Rangers rutting each other harder, faster.  They were animals now, their bodies hot and needy.  The sounds of their sex were the only noises in the room, wet fur slapping together, panting breath, the slick sound of cocks in anuses.


Foxglove gripped her boyfriend's hips, grunting in a rather unfeminine manner as she drove forward into him.  She was taller and larger than he was, her breasts pillowing against Dale's back, her chin resting on the top of his head.  Her bat ears were wide and perked in arousal as she focused all her attention on pounding into her boyfriend.   Each thrust of her hips sent Dale's own pelvis juddering forward, driving him harder and deeper into his twin's mouth and throat, sending ripples through Chip.  Chip was trapped under a mass of bodies, getting pounded from both ends, his body rocked again and again by the weight and pressure.


Chip's penis drooled onto the floor, a steady line of clear, viscous pre-ejaculate forming a rapidly growing puddle on the carpet. His balls were bouncing back and forth, slapping his thighs every time Gadget slammed into his hips and drove Dale deeper into his muzzle.  The chipmunk's mind was completely empty.  There was nothing left of his mind.  All he was, was a body that had to move and respond to stimulus, a body that needed to release, a body that was consumed in a miasma of pure, raw carnal instinct.


The two couples grunted, groaned, panted, moaned.  They pumped and rocked, pounded and rolled, bodies glistening and dripping with perspiration, eyes clouded over, the room heavy and humid with their combined body odors and their sexual musks.


As Dale and Chip were pounded and drilled, their bodies jolting back and forth, the pair's throbbing cocks twitching and drooling in response to their respective stimuli, Chip was unable to stop himself.  The sensations of his brother and girlfriend were overwhelming him and he could not resist any longer.


The purple light that filled Chip's vision finally flared to full intensity, eradicating whatever of his rationality and consciousness still remained as his eyes rolled back.  With an explosive splurt that struck the floor with enough force to scatter in multiple directions, the male chipmunk began to blast ropes of sticky cum, thick, ropy, and hot.  His orgasm wracked his body, even as he bobbed his head upon his brother's flesh, clenching aroung Gadget.  He felt a surge of pleasure, then another, and then another as each ejaculation ripped through his small form.


Dale felt Chip's climax around him and it was his undoing.  Foxglove's thrusting drove him over the edge and he grunted loudly, his eyes rolling in ecstasy as his penis pulsed and throbbed in Chip's muzzle, spraying into Chip's mouth.  The fedora-wearing chipmunk's cheeks ballooned out, thick gobs of jizz spewing from the sides of his mouth, running down his neck.  He could not swallow it down fast enough.


As Foxglove felt Dale tense beneath her and release, she let out her own long moan of orgasmic release. She shuddered as her cock began to spasm and pulse within her lover, spilling bat spunk in great gouts and ropes deep into the male chipmunk's core. Her cum sprayed in a torrent into Dale, pumping and gushing into his bowels, her phallus convulsing, throbbing and jerking.  Dale squealed with delight, his own orgasm intensifying.


Gadget didn't bother holding back either, as she buried herself to the hilt into Chip's tight cheeks.  Throwing her head back, the mouse climaxed, her cock spurting its hot, thick fluids into Chip in turn.  Her shaft was squeezed by his tight inner walls as he came around her, her tip pushed against his prostate, milking her for everything.  Gadget's rod surged and twitched within him, dumping a veritable load into Chip, filling him up in just a few spurts, the excess squirting and spattering to the ground, soaking into the carpet in large dollops of pearly-white cum.


Eyes wide in innocent amazement as the scene of debauchery before her unfolded, Tammy found her own release, a surge of electric pleasure running from the tip of her head down her spine and to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her small body arched, her tail standing rigid, her toes curling up and her fur standing on end.  With a mighty surge of burning delight, the eight-year-old's first ever ejaculation was a massive one.  Throwing her head back and giving a full-body convulsion, the young girl sprayed a veritable fountain of white, sticky seed into the air.  The thick, ropey streams of jizz splattered across her own face and chest, dripping down her chin.  It felt so good!  Her body quivered and shook, her mind a blank slate as she was consumed by the pleasure of her orgasm.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a rush of heat and electricity that was almost too much for the tiny, prepubescent body.


Chip's stomach began to distend outward, the combined volume of his brother and girlfriend's ejaculations proving to be too much.  His taut belly began to swell outward as the volume of liquid filling his body expanded his innards.  As the minutes passed, his convulsing cock was pinned to the carpet by his own bloating, his tip pressed into the floor. The pulsating glans visibly expanded and contracted rhythmically under its thick hood as Chip's glutinous semen spilled onto the floor.


It took nearly five minutes for the combined orgasms of the five Rangers to end, with Tammy being the first to stop cumming and Dale being the last, though all of them were left utterly exhausted and spent, panting heavily, sweat-drenched, their bodies quivering and twitching from the afterglow.  


Chip blinked, coming to himself in a sense of mild surprise.  What had gotten into him?  He couldn't believe he had done that, but it was all worth it... He looked down and blushed; he was enormous, his abdomen swollen and heavy.  Gadget moaned as she pulled her phallus free from him, spattering his back with more jizz.  Dale shuddered, his dick popping out from Chip's mouth, the last couple of shots of cum hitting the male chipmunk in the face, joining the cum that already coated his fur.


Chip's penis continued to slowly dribble its last few loads onto the carpet, his swollen, distended abdomen making it difficult for him to even move.  He felt heavy and bloated, but so good.  So full.


As the group began to untangle from each other, Tammy stood up on shaky, unsteady legs, her hands trembling, her penis dripping the last remnants of her seed.  The others stared in surprise, not having realized she was there at all.  Tammy blushed and stammered, trying to come up with some excuse.


"Oops!  Sorry for leaving you out, Tammy!" Gadget said, smiling kindly, "We shouldn't have left you out, especially when there was room for you below Chip's big ol' cock.  Why don't we give you the next turn with him?"


She gripped Chip's penis, still standing tall and rigid from his hips, coated in a glaze of his fluid.  Tammy stared at it, the object of all of her desires.  It was beautiful.  It was glorious.  And she would have it inside her at long last...!


...And she promptly fainted out cold at the very thought of getting what she wanted most of all, hitting the floor in a dazed heap.


The others stared.


"Well.  Maybe later," Gadget shrugged.


***


Huey, Dewey, and Louie were frustrated beyond all measure.  Watching all the boobies and big, swollen thingies about had driven the boys absolutely insane, their bodies quivering with need, their cocks standing straight out from their loins, twitching and drooling.


But as the party progressed, they found themselves stymied.  They'd tried to approach their mother for more "special Private Time" with her, but she'd vanished with Unca Donald and Daisy somewhere before they could even ask.  Mrs. Beakley was off examining Max Goof, then she was putting out party supplies, then she was--... How did someone built like a linebacker with breasts the size of beach balls MOVE like that?!  The triplets couldn't even get near the housekeeper for all the frantic scurrying around she did.  They had even tried approaching some of the party guests, but most seemed too busy in one way or another, or going off into rooms around the mansion.


"...C'mon, guys.  Let's just go to our room and rub our thingies for a while until we feel better," sighed Huey, his webbed feet scuffling in defeat.
"Ugh, yeah," Dewey grunted in annoyance, "Why are grownups always busy?!"


"It's not that big a deal.  I've got a ton of that... pornography stuff on my phone," Louie said, shrugging, "I can set it up for us to rub ourselves to."


"Mom said you weren't supposed to be usin' that, y'know," Huey chided.  Louie rolled his eyes, flicking one of the strings of his hoodie as they walked.


"No, she said I wasn't supposed to look up stuff on the internet about sex, because I'd get the wrong idea.  She didn't say I couldn't look at it on my phone.  I've already downloaded it," Louie said, grinning, "Loopholes are fun."


Huey opened his mouth to further complain, but Dewey clamped his beak shut with a wing, sighing, "Just let it go and let's go splurt goo all over?  My balls are all achy."


The three ducklings waddled up the stairs and through the mansion hallways, their erections slapping back and forth against their thighs, their webbed toes padding across the floor.  Every footstep made the swollen tips of their penises slap wetly against their own bodies, leaving trails of precum in their wake.  The duckling boys were, frankly, desperate for some form of relief.  


"Wait, didja hear that?" Dewey suddenly said, tilting his head a little as he looked around.  The blue-shirted boy frowned as he glanced around the halls.


"Hear what?" Louie asked, looking at his brother curiously.


"Sounds like someone's having some of that sex stuff in that room over there," Dewey pointed, "C'mon, let's go watch 'em!" he suggested with a devious grin, scampering ahead before his brothers could say anything.


The two boys exchanged looks and shrugs and followed Dewey over.  They stopped at the doorway, which was ajar just slightly, and peered inside.  Huey's gasp of shock was cut off by Dewey clamping his beak shut again, even as all three boys stared wide-eyed.


***


"Ow. Ow. Webby.  Please. Stop. Pounding. So. Hard," Lena pleaded, gasping between each word as her best friend's hips bounced atop her own.  Her entire body shook and shivered, her hips rocking and rolling as the girl atop her grunted, panting and gasping.


"I can't help it, Lena!  This is so fun!  I love it!" Webby chirped, a smile on her face as she rode Lena's swollen, engorged penis like a cowgirl, her hands on the other girl's thighs as she bounced and jostled.  Her own erection slapped up against her own stomach, then down against Lena's abdomen in a rhythmic, steady pace.


The girls had sneaked off from the party fairly quickly, not entirely willingly on Lena's part (she was having fun staring at everyone's swollen arousal).  But Webby was horny, and being the force of nature that she was, the pink-wearing duckling-girl had pulled her friend away from the festivities, stripped off Lena's clothing, then her own, and had promptly impaled herself upon the taller girl's cock.


Lena had not had a choice in the matter.


Not that she really minded, in retrospect, but Lena did wish that Webby was a little less enthusiastic.  While Lena was certainly wracked with ecstatic pleasure as she drove up into the tiny girl, she was also worried that her pelvis was fracturing again and again until nothing would be left but bone powder.


Webby had absolutely NO chill.  She had been bouncing, jolting, and rocking back and forth, pounding and slamming herself atop Lena for minutes on end, their hips slapping together in a steady beat.  Webby was as vigorous in lovemaking as she was at everything else, and it had left Lena breathless and gasping as she was driven up into her friend again and again.


"Cum cum cum cum! Fill me up!  Squirt inside me!" Webby chanted cheerfully, bouncing on top of her best friend, "I want all your sticky white stuff, Lena!"


"...I.... really... shouldn't have taught... you... that word..." Lena said, gasping between each bounce, her eyes rolled back, her head lolling and bobbing in the rhythm that her friend had set.  Hearing the innocent beribboned duck say such things only made Lena's penis throb even harder and bigger.  Webby felt the throbbing against her insides, and giggled.  The little girl's face was alight with delight and pleasure.  Lena's penis was grinding up and down against the inside of Webby's passage, pressing and rubbing her insides, sending sparks of pure bliss up her spine.


"Why does it take so looooong?!" Webby whined, bouncing, "It takes so long to make the white sticky stuff!  And you only do it once!  Can't you do it more than one time, Lena?  Like, squirt, rest a few minutes, and then squirt again?  That'd be so cool!  Then I'd get lots and lots and lots of the white stuff inside me!"


"...Nnh..." Lena grunted, unable to speak as she felt the heat building, the pleasure mounting.


"Ooh!  Your penis is doing the throbbing thing it does when it's going to shoot!  C'moooon, Lena, do it do it do it!" Webby encouraged, clenching around the girl's shaft.  Lena's penis began to twitch and pulse, her hips tightening,  her orgasm approaching like an express train.


And with a guttural, aching groan, Lena grabbed Webby's tiny hips, yanking her down until her sheath was flush with Webby's labia.  With an explosive, wet gushing, the lanky girl shot her thick ropes of sticky goo directly into her best friend.  Webby shivered in delight, the hot fluids spurting deep into her body and sending her own climax wracking through her, making her own cock shoot thick ropes of pearly white all over her own chest and Lena's.


Lena's body clenched, her fingers digging into Webby's hips as she blasted the tiny girl full of cum, the heat of her ejaculation spreading through her.  As she continued to pump the other girl's insides, a puddle began to form underneath her and Webby, her seed leaking from the little duckling-girl, pooling on the mattress.


The three spying boys watched with rapt attention, Louie even pulling his phone from the pouch pocket of his hoodie, recording a video.  He was too young to really know the term, but it was hot enough that it'd probably make a good fap vid.  Huey watched the whole thing, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise, awe, and lust, while Dewey began to stroke his cock as he watched the girls' bodies bounce and shake and rock.


For her part, Webby was writhing in delight, her inner walls rippling and milking Lena.  The hot wet goo sloshed in her immature womb, filling the girl up.  She could feel the heat of the thick liquid as it flooded her core, splattering deep inside her.  Her entire body was quivering with delight, the electric sparks of ecstasy rolling through her from head to toe.  


Her own oversized rod of flesh shot enormous blasts of milky gel that belied her tiny frame.  Her origins as a clone of Scrooge McDuck clearly showed, given the amount of spunk the little girl blasted into the air.  Mighty gouts of seed, each one as thick and powerful as the first, spattered all over the girls, painting them both in sticky, gooey cum.  Webby had no concept of modesty and no idea of shame; her orgasm was a glorious feeling and she reveled in every second of it, letting her voice be heard in loud cries of pleasure.


Lena, on the other hand, buried her face in her feathery palms even as she pumped blasts of spunk into her best friend in the world.  Even alone with no one around (as far as she knew at the moment), it was embarrassing to be doing these things.  It was impossible to look cool when you were jolting and writhing on the bed as your penis shot a torrent of sticky goo into another girl.  And Webby's incessant babbling, narration of everything she thought, felt, and did, and just utter enthusiasm only added to Lena's flustered feelings.


"Eee!  I can feel it sloshing and coating my insides, Lena!  It's so warm!" Webby chirped.  She was the very image of an innocent girl who was just happy to experience the joy of sex with a close friend, without really understanding any of the implications.


"Urrrrggghhhh," Lena moaned, wishing she could somehow be as innocent as Webby, "You've g-gotta... stop talking when you c-cum, Pink.  It's drivin' me nuts."


"But it makes your penis gush extra-hard and extra-big!  I can tell!" Webby chirped.


"URRGGHHH."


***


"Whooooa," Dewey huffed, staring wide-eyed at their female friend and Lena convulsing in climactic ecstasy.


"I didn't know girls liked doin' this..." Louie said, shivering as he continued recording them with his phone in one hand, pumping his swollen cock in the other.


"I didn't know girls could GUSH like that..." Huey remarked.


"I mean, she IS a clone of Unca Scrooge," Dewey said, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the girls, "We saw him blast like a broken fire hydrant earlier. Webby must be like him that way!"


The girls continued to cum, the volume of their mutual ejaculations enormous and messy, leaving them coated in thick, viscous ropes and puddles of gooey white.  Lena pulled her hips back until the tip of her dick popped free from the little duckling-girl, spurting more of her goo across Webby's body, adding to the mess coating them both.  She flopped onto her back on the mattress, gasping for air.  


"...We should go before they finish and notice us," Huey said, adjusting his ballcap as he blushed, "I have a feeling they won't be happy if they find out we were watchin'."


The trio reluctantly made to waddle away, the sheer size of their swollen penises making walking awkward and difficult.


They didn't get far.


"OH MY GOSH!" Webby's voice cried, "It's Huey, Dewey, and Louie!  HI BOYS!"


The trio froze in midstep, their white-feathered faces turning as red as a beet.  And then a blue-green aura of swirling energy surrounded them, lifting them off their feet and dragging them back towards the door.


Sure enough, Lena was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, one arm lifted and fingers splayed as arcane magical energies surrounded the three boys.  They rose up and floated in the middle of the air before her, squirming uncomfortably as their three massive erections stood stiffly and prominently from their feathered bodies, bobbing gently from their movements as they hung there, suspended in midair.


"...Uhm... H-hi Lena!  Nice day we're havin', isn't it?" Huey nervously chuckled.


"...Sure is," Lena replied deadpan, "Especially nice day to be spying on private stuff, isn't it?"


"I mean, it's not like you guys weren't making plenty of noise to draw attention..." Dewey said, before it was Huey's turn to clamp his beak shut to prevent him from saying anything else to make the situation worse.


Lena surprisingly didn't react with anger, but simply gave a dejected sigh and looked towards Webby.


"Seriously, this is ONE of the reasons I keep beggin' you to keep your voice down," she said with annoyance, her cheeks flushing.  The fact that Webby had not bothered to dress yet didn't help.  Her friend's penis was still standing proud and prominent from her body.


"Sorry Lena!" Webby said, giggling and skipping over to join her friend.  Her dick continued to drip a small amount of fluid on the floor with every other step.


"You guys aren't gonna tell anybody, right?" Lena asked the boys, pointing accusingly at the trio of floating boys.


"Um... Maybe we can work out a deal?" Louie remarked, glancing at his brothers with a grin.  Lena's deadpan stare somehow managed to deepen and flatten even further than she'd been capable of thus far.  Webby, by contrast, smiled, clapping her hands.


"Let's hear it," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her bill, "...But if I don't like the offer, I'm gonna defenestrate the three of you into the pool out back."


"Defe-wha?" Dewey asked, blinking.


"Throwing us through the window to land outside," Louie replied.


"How do YOU even know what that means?!" Huey snapped at his brother, annoyed.


"I read," Louie shrugged.


"There's a WORD for that?!  Awesome!" Dewey chuckled.  He paused when he realized all attention in the room was now on him and that he was the target of five judging eyes, and coughed to change the subject, "Eh-hem.  Right.  Right."


"Can we go back to the fact that we have the three boys who invaded our privacy in magical limbo in the middle of the room, please?" Lena sighed again, her feathers ruffling, "What's the offer?  Webby and I will consider."


"Um... well, we were looking for Mom because--" Dewey began, only to get his beak clamped shut again as Huey glared.


"What part of 'Do not talk about Private Time' did you not get?" he hissed in his brother's ear, irritably.


Thankfully, Louie talked over them smoothly, ever the businessman, "Because we need help."
"What kind?" Webby asked.


"See these?" Louie said, gesturing with his wing at his phallus, "They won't go down, no matter how hard we try."


"And by try he means rub them a whole bunch," Dewey remarked.


"I got that," Lena sighed, able to actually feel her will to live draining by the moment.


"I remember when mine got like that, and I had a lot of trouble!  But then you came and helped me, Lena!" Webby remarked.


"Urrrhhh..." Lena moaned, burying her face in her palms again, trying to smother herself with her own feathers to spare herself the pain of living.


"ANYWAY," Louie continued, "We saw you having sex.  We... uh... recently learned what sex is.  And we were hoping..."


"...That you could gangbang us?" Lena interrupted, annoyed.


"Uh... I don't know what that means," Huey said, trying to reach for his Junior Woodchuck Guide to look it up.  In his currently-suspended position, that was more difficult than it should be.


"It means that you guys all have sex with us at the same time," Lena explained.


"Oh, so that's what we did to Mo--" Dewey began.


"PRIVATE TIME.  ABOUT IT.  DO NOT TALK," growled Huey, forcibly and physically silencing his brother again.


"ANYWAY," Louie repeated, drawing Lena and Webby's attention back to him before they could ask any uncomfortable questions they weren't allowed to answer, "Yeah.  That's kinda what we were thinking.  Since our boners won't go down from... uh... masturbation-" he said slowly, stumbling over the vocabulary he had learned from Della, "We were hoping that maybe a girl could help."


"...Why don't you just have sex with each other?" Lena asked, raising an eyebrow.


The question drew a silence that dragged on for nearly a minute.


"...We can do that?" Dewey asked, honestly and innocently.


Lena sighed, feeling a migraine coming on.  She cursed Magica DeSpell for the millionth time for imbuing her with life.


⁂


"So, Mr. McDuck, you see, Higher for Hire can serve your needs better than any other airfreight company, despite our smaller size, because we'll provide personal--" Rebecca Cunningham chattered at the elderly duck as they walked down the halls, her eyes locked on a clipboard, barely watching where she was going, "-Attention, to--" Rebecca, focused entirely upon the notes and lists of statistics on her clipboard, failed to see where she was going and walked facefirst into a statue.


As she fell back on her rear, stunned, Scrooge turned in mild amusement.


"...Yes, lass, I can see ye'll be payin' me plenty o' attention.  So much that ye didnae pay attention to where your feet were takin' ye'," he remarked dryly.  He reached out a wing and helped pull the taller bear woman to her feet, showing surprising strength that belied his size and age.


"Yes, well, I can assure you that I will be giving you my full attention, Mr. McDuck," Rebecca said, brushing herself off, the movement causing her exposed breasts to bounce and jiggle enticingly.  Scrooge glanced at them, then turned his head away, his cheeks coloring a bit.  He cleared his throat.


"Now, Ms. Cunningham, ye're a fine businesswoman, an' ye have a good head on yer shoulders," Scrooge said,  leaning on his cane as his cock twitched and spilled a little precum to the carpet, "But there's a time an' a place for business, an' a time an' a place for pleasure.  There'll be plenty o' time for ye to pitch yer services ta me.  But fer the moment, let us focus on the festivities, aye?"


Rebecca frowned, but relented, looking around at the party in the mansion's ballroom, "Yes, of course.  I do apologize.  I can sometimes get a little single-minded, I'll admit."


"I've seen that, an' I respect it. But I brought ye here as a guest an' as a thanks fer your past services," he said, not unkindly in the least, "I'm more'n happy ta hear ye out, but later. For now, why don't ye try ta relax, enjoy yerself, luv.  It's a party, after all!  Go on, find yerself a lad an' go have some fun!"


As Scrooge walked off, leaving Rebecca alone, the bear-woman sighed, shaking her head.  She looked around at the guests, most of whom were in various states of undress.  There were couples, and even a threesome or two, grinding and thrusting against each other, and Rebecca felt a sudden pang of need. 


She considered herself a woman of iron will.  Her priority was her business, not romance, not sex, not simple recreation.  


What she considered herself and what the reality was differed considerably.  Rebecca's cock was as rigid as she'd ever remembered.  Her nipples ached for attention.  Her pussy was drenched and as she looked behind herself, she realized with a flush to her cheeks that she had been leaving a trail of wet spots on the carpet where droplets had fallen. 


....Maybe Scrooge was right, and it pained her nearly physically to admit it.  She needed to take a break.  They were going to be at McDuck Mansion for a few days, and there was plenty of time to corner the trillionaire to give him the hard sell.


For now, she might seek out Baloo.  The thought of the grey bear's monstrous member was enticing to her.  She wanted nothing more than to feel him deep in her guts, thrusting in, splitting her in two.  She wanted to feel the stretch of that huge shaft inside her, stretching her, pumping into her core.


...Or maybe Mr. Goof?  The tall, lanky black canine was hung like a fire hose, his giant testicles jiggling tantalizingly as they hung out of his pants.  She could imagine his hot, thick spunk pumping into her womb, the idea making her shiver a bit.


Maybe even the detectives, the Maplewood twins, Chip and Dale.  They weren't as ridiculously massive as Baloo or Goofy or Scrooge, but getting double-teamed by a pair of cute chipmunks was a nice fantasy...


...Or... perhaps... Kit?  The little boy's cock was a beautiful thing, perfectly formed, the ideal size for her to wrap her lips around, suckle, and worship.  She imagined herself on her knees before her adopted son, her hands wrapped around his adorable, slender shaft, working him until he blasted her mouth with his seed.  


And then Rebecca came to her senses and blinked in surprise.  She had been fantasizing about having sex with a seven-year-old boy.  That alone was weird.  She had never thought of Kit as anything other than her adoptive son.  But... more bizarre, she had no qualms about the idea, either.  It didn't feel wrong in the least to think about doing that.  She had no problem fantasizing about her child that way, and it didn't bother her at all.


Rebecca frowned as she tried to understand what she was feeling and why.  There was a buzzing at the back of her mind, like a bee had flown into her head and gotten stuck.  Everything went... purple... for a moment, then returned to normal, and she... had completely forgotten what she was thinking about.


Oh, right!  Kit.  And Kit's marvelous penis.


She grinned and headed back to the ballroom, already thinking about all the delightful things she was going to teach the little boy.  She was practically his mother, and wasn't it a mother's job to instruct her son in the ways of the world?


***


Kit Cloudkicker grunted as he pumped his hand up and down his latex-encased phallus.  He couldn't wait to see his white stuff blast into the reservoir, filling it with his semen. Since watching Baloo do it on the plane, he'd wanted nothing more than to give it a try himself.  And then Max had his own condoms, making Kit's jealousy all the more intense.  


Max sat nearby, his own condom sloshing as yet another spontaneous orgasm ripped through his body.  His dick twitched and throbbed, pumping yet another load into the air in time with each mighty blast that pumped from his shaft.


"You are the luckiest sonovagun I've ever seen, y'know," Kit groused, watching the boy's furry black testicles twitch and bounce with each pulse of semen from his rod, "I can't believe how many times you've done that already."


"Am I?" Max asked with no small irony, "I mean, it feels awesome, but would YOU like to be incapacitated at random for ten minutes at a time by your boner exploding with a gallon of white stuff?"


"....Yes?" Kit remarked, not seeing the irony, "...Also, it's not TOTALLY random."


Max side-eyed his friend, "...What do you mean?"


"You go off like a milky volcano every time Roxanne talks to you.  Or you try to talk to her," Kit remarked slyly.  Max's cheeks burned so crimson they almost seemed to glow, even as his traitorous penis gave an enormous lurch, slapping his stomach as it blasted its biggest shot thus far into the condom, which sloshed as Max groaned, his body quivering with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.  Kit chuckled, grinning, "See?  You got all embarrassed and you shot a whole bunch of white stuff.  It's always when you talk to her or when you think of her, I've noticed."


"...I hate you so much," Max grunted, his cock still jerking and pulsing.


"No you don't.  I'm your best friend," Kit said, grinning wider, wrapping an arm around Max's shoulders as the boy continued to tremble in orgasm.  Max sighed and reached out, gripping Kit's phallus, pumping his fist up and down along the bear-cub's latex-encased flesh.


Kit shuddered and moaned as he leaned into Max's touch.  The older, taller boy's hands were so big and strong, and Kit's cock throbbed and pulsed in his grip, pre-ejaculate oozing into the tip of his condom.  The bear-cub's eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open, panting, gasping.  He was close, so close...


"Oh, Kit.  There you are.  And hello, Max," a voice suddenly said.  Both boys turned to see Rebecca standing in the doorway of the room, her breasts and her cock both bare and exposed.  Max immediately climaxed again, and Kit was driven over the edge, the two boys groaning and crying out as they splattered their loads into their respective condoms, the tip of Kit's bloating outward and swelling, expanding as his cum filled it, while Max's sloshed and bounced from the impact of his mighty spurts.


Rebecca giggled, stepping into the room, her penis throbbing and pulsing in arousal at the sight.  She had seen Baloo and Wildcat's penises plenty of times, but something about Kit's was... different.  It was beautiful to her.  A work of art, carved by an artisan's hand, a thing of beauty and grace and power.  The way his balls quivered and tightened as his seed sprayed and splashed in the condom, his masculine hips rolling and rocking, the way his eyes were rolled back in his head in bliss...  And most importantly, his delicious youth; the fact that he wasn't even close to the first hints of puberty, his body undeveloped.


...Admittedly, Max wasn't anything to turn her nose up at either.


The boys blushed, caught in mid-orgasm, unable to stop and cover themselves, their bodies wracked by blissful pleasure as their penises spewed their seed.  Rebecca's smile widened as she strode over to them.


"Oh, my.  Did I interrupt something?" she asked idly, watching bear-spunk flood Kit's condom, the transparent latex swelling outward.  Max's, already full of his own cum, was bouncing with the force of his ejaculation.  She watched with interest, reaching out, gripping Kit's sheathed cock.  She pumped her hand along it, coaxing the boy to continue, her breasts jiggling with the movement.  Her cock was throbbing and pulsing with her own arousal, precum leaking from the tip to drip on the floor.


"M-Miss Cunningham...!" Kit gasped, his body convulsing, his eyes rolling back, his penis quivering and pulsing, his urethra visibly bulging as he shot a huge blast of cum into the condom.  His penis throbbed and twitched in her hand, the heat of her palm making him want to keep going, to shoot more and more of his spunk.  Rebecca smiled and continued to pump her hand, up and down the shaft.


"Well, well... Someone's growing big aren't they?" she asked huskily, smiling at the little boy, "I just came to check on you, and find you two ejaculating enough to overflow a five-gallon bucket.  How long have you boys been doing this?"


"Uh...  only about a half-hour?" Max answered, huffing, "I just got out of my exam with Mrs. Beakley."


"Really?" Rebecca mused, her hand squeezing Kit's cock mercilessly as she milked him.


"Max's got some sorta awesome condition!" Kit bragged for his friend, grinning, "He shoots off without warning or touching himself, like, totally randomly!"


"Kiiiiit!" Max whined, embarrassed, "Don't make it sound like a cool superpower!  It's really inconvenient!"


Kit grinned mischievously at the canine, who grunted in irritation.  Rebecca eyed Max with apparent surprise.


"Oh, is that so?" she mused, her eyes glinting.  Max shivered at the look in her eyes, swallowing.  He felt like a gazelle that had been noticed by a lion.  She glanced at his condom, and the fact that it was nearly completely full, sloshing with his seed.


"Uh... yeahh... Mrs. Beakley called it... spermato-something?  Spermatorrhea?" he said, trying to remember what the housekeeper had called it, "Said it's a condition where I just start splurting goo all over the place totally randomly, at all sorts of weird times, without warning.  It's really embarrassing..." he muttered.


"Oh, REALLY...?" Rebecca said, staring at Max's black-skinned cock as it bobbed and jerked, splattering the last of its load into his condom.  


"Uh-oh.  I think I may have just said too much," Kit said, suddenly nervous as he noticed the way Rebecca was looking at his friend.  It was like she was a hungry predator and the boys were fresh, juicy steaks.  


"C'mere, boys.  I want to teach you some things, and I'm sure Mrs. Pete... and Roxanne... will appreciate it," Rebecca purred.  Max's face burned crimson as she mentioned the girl's name and his cock throbbed in response, pulsating, his condom sloshing.  


"Gya-HYUCK..." Max guffawed nervously.


⁂


"YEEEOW!" yelped Dewey as Louie's dick plunged into his tight rear, making the young duckling squirm and yelp as it spread open his tailhole.  The green-shirted boy grunted and groaned as his cock pierced his brother's rump, sinking in deep, deeper, deeper.  


"Oh, calm down, ya big baby, I'm not THAT big," Louie said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his brother's hips and thrust his cock in deep, pushing the blue-shirted boy down on the mattress.  Webby clapped her hands in delight at the sight of the boys getting frisky.  Lena, sitting on the bed beside her friend, was less impressed.


"That's easy for you to say.  You're not the one taking it in the keister," Dewey complained, squirming under his brother as Louie began to pump his cock in and out of him, working himself deeper with each thrust. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling, shaking him to his core as Louie's hot, rigid flesh penetrated him.


Huey watched from the sidelines nervously, waiting for Louie to finish entering Dewey.  He had to work very hard to resist pulling out the Junior Woodchuck Guide to look up information on what they were doing; Lena had said that if he dorked out on her that she wasn't going to help them.  It would be his turn once Louie was inside Dewey to the hilt.


"Nnnf.  TIGHT!" Louie panted, his precum lubing the path of his shaft as he plunged deeper, inch by inch, his body smacking against his brother's.  Dewey's cock was pulsing, dribbling precum onto the mattress, his face a mixture of discomfort and reluctant pleasure.


Lena's hand pumped up and down the shaft of her penis, rubbing her precum into her skin.  She was enjoying watching this, the way Dewey's hips squirmed and rocked, the way he looked like he was simultaneously trying to escape from the invading cock and shove himself back on it to take it deeper.


Webby was also watching with rapt attention, her eyes sparkling, her beak hanging open in awe.  The boys were putting on quite a show!


"Hrnnng!" grunted Louie, giving one last pump of his hips and pushing himself into his brother until he was buried to the hilt, his scrotum pressed against the underside of Dewey's balls.  Dewey's cock throbbed and pulsed, dribbling a long, ropy trail of precum onto the bed as he felt his brother's cock sink deep into his guts, the feeling making his body tingle all over.


"Oh, wow!  It's IN him!  All the WAY in!" Webby chittered, excited, bouncing on the mattress, her penis bobbing.  Louie huffed and puffed, grunting as he rolled his hips, stirring his dick around in his brother's insides.  Dewey shuddered, his body quivering, his toes curling.  He could feel every inch of the boy's shaft stirring his guts.


"Haah... Haah... Haah..." he panted, his cock drooling, his tailhole squeezing on the invader, milking his brother's shaft.  The feeling of the boy's penis spreading him open was like nothing else Dewey had ever experienced, and his cock throbbed and pulsed with his excitement and lust.


"Mmf.  Yeah," Louie said, his voice sounding a little strained as he squeezed the blue-shirted boy's buttocks, "...Okay, yeah, I can see why this is a thing."


"Um... S-So I guess it's my turn?" Huey said, slipping behind Louie.


"Ohhh, no ya don't," Lena said with a grin, "You're on the receiving end, buddy."


She stopped him, forcibly grabbing his shoulders and pushing him over in front of Dewey.  He spluttered and yelped, flailing.  Lena positioned him in front of his brother, on his hands and knees, his cock sticking straight out and his tail lifted high to expose his rump.


"L-Lena?!" he cried out, squirming, his cheeks turning red.  


"You'll get your turn, but I wanna keep you busy so you don't go looking stuff up in your dumb book," Lena said, pushing his tail higher.  Huey's face turned crimson and his cock throbbed.


"Hey, the Junior Woodchuck Guide is NOT dumb!" he said, indignant.


"Keep tellin' yourself that, Red," Lena grinned, giving his rump a squeeze.  She looked at Dewey's throbbing dick, then reached down to wrap her hand around the boy's flesh.  Dewey gasped and threw his head back as she pumped it a few times, then helped guide him between Huey's tailcheeks.  The red-shirted duckling shuddered and moaned, feeling his brother's pre-cum dripping down his crack.  He was a little embarrassed, but also excited, his cock jerking and pulsing at the thought of taking his brother's cock up the rear.


"Okay, just like Louie did to you.  Firm, even pressure, give 'im time to adjust to you, take it nice and slow.  Don't just jam it in, you'll hurt him," Lena advised.  Dewey nodded, panting, and pushed forward, sinking the tip of his penis into his brother's tailhole.  Huey's eyes went wide and his beak fell open in a loud cry of mixed pain and delight, his cock squirting a rope of precum across the sheets.


"OH!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, WOW..." he groaned, his fingers digging into the mattress as Dewey continued to sink into him, his cock spreading him wide.  The blue-shirted boy panted as he pushed himself deeper, his hands gripping Huey's hips, pulling the other duckling boy towards him.


Dewey groaned.  He was sandwiched between his brothers, Louie's rock-hard flesh spearing his insides while he penetrated his other brother's tailhole.  The sensation was like nothing the middle child had ever experienced, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside Huey even as Louie's did the same inside of him.


Dewey grunted, working himself back and forth the same way Louie had, each rock of his hips pulling him off of Louie's cock and impaling Huey on his, then pulling himself free of Huey to sink onto Louie's.  Inch after inch of Dewey's penis disappeared between Huey's cheeks, the red-shirted boy shuddering, his cock twitching and throbbing, spurting precum.  


"So... Uh... Webby, you wanna get b-below me?" Huey asked, staring at the girl's feathery, puffy vulva.  Webby looked surprised at the offer.


"...Why?" she asked, tilting her head.


"U-Um... So we could have sex?" he asked, as if the answer were obvious.


"Ah-ah," Lena said in the negative, shooting a glare at the boy, "You came to us for help getting off, but that doesn't mean we're gonna give you everything.  Webby and I are gonna focus on each other.  You boys can watch, and learn."


"Awww," the three brothers whined in unison, though the chorus was cut short as Dewey's balls pressed against Huey's, the middle brother's cock buried to the hilt in his brother.  The boys shuddered and trembled as the three of them were pressed tight against each other, the three brothers connected by each other's penises.


"Now," Lena said, grinning, "Get to it, boys.  Work out the rhythm, and keep at it.  Don't worry, we'll give you some pointers as you go."


Webby smiled and clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with joy as she watched the threesome.  They were so cute!


The boys did as they were told, awkwardly working back and forth, Louie thrusting his cock into Dewey, Dewey being sandwiched between the two boys, and then pulling himself free of Louie only to shove forward into Huey's tightness.  It was an awkward, clumsy rhythm, the boys having to coordinate their movements. 


Lena blushed, listening to the boys grunt, groan, and occasionally squabble as they tried to find a way to make the process smoother.  She didn't know exactly why she'd intervened to keep Webby from getting involved; maybe she was a little protective of the overzealous little duck and didn't want to see anyone else getting inside her.  It was an irrational urge and she knew it.  Besides, stopping Webby from doing anything she REALLY wanted to do was darned near impossible.  The fact that Webby kept dominating their sexual encounters, despite Lena being older, taller, and more worldly, was proof enough of that.


The awkward sound of boys "umm"-ing and "oops-"ing gave way to a more rhythmic slap; the trio of young male ducks finding a rhythm and a beat.  Lena watched as their oversized white-feathered balls swung back and forth, impacting with each undulating thrust.  Grunts of discomfort had transitioned into grunts of pleasure, moans and sighs escaping the boys.


Webby watched, wide-eyed, with rapt attention, her hand pumping up and down her cock, masturbating to the sight.  Her pussy was sopping wet, her cock drooling pre-cum in anticipation, her other hand rubbing her folds.  She licked her beak at the sight of the boys' enormous erections, and grinned at Lena.


"This is a GREAT idea!" she squeaked, "I didn't know boys could do that with each other like this!"


"Seriously, Webby, you need to stop being so innocent.  You're going to make my penis break if it gets any harder," Lena moaned helplessly.  At this, Webby gave a confused look at her older friend's crotch, as if trying to gauge if the penis was going to snap like a twig.


"Oh, it's a figure of speech," Lena hastily amended, "...Basically, I'm saying you're so cute you're making my dick ache, Pink."


"Ooohhh," Webby nodded, "Oh, okay!  You make my penis hurt too, y'know."


"HNNNGHH..." Lena groaned, her cock jerking, a thick rope of semen spilling on the bed, an orgasm ripping through her loins just from that admission.  She couldn't stop herself, her cock pulsating, spurting thick, gooey ropes of white onto the mattress, the boy's threesome in front of her, coupled with Webby's innocent and yet arousing words, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.  Lena fell over onto her side, her penis continuing to spurt, her pussy drenched, drooling a mixture of fluids onto her thighs and the bedsheets.


"Uh... Lena?  You okay?" Webby asked nervously, reaching over to touch the lanky girl's shoulder.  Lena shuddered and twitched, her cock still spraying thick, gooey ropes of her seed as the boys continued their own activities behind her.  The lanky duck-girl panted and shivered as she continued to pump blast after blast of cum onto the mattress, the bedsheets growing wet and sticky.  


The boys were so caught up in their own sex that they did not even notice Lena's sudden climax.  The trio had found their rhythm and were now pounding back and forth with vigor, the three young ducklings moaning, grunting, gasping.  Dewey was the loudest, sandwiched between his brothers, his hips rolling back on Louie's penis while his cock pistoned into Huey.  His shaft ached inside the red-shirted boy, throbbing, pulsing, the tightness and heat nearly unbearable.  He wanted to cum so badly, and the way Huey's tailhole was clenching on him was driving him crazy.


Huey, up against the mattress, had to do everything he could to brace himself as his brothers pounded forward.  His cock rubbed into the mattress with every thrust, making him moan and groan.  His red shirt rode up, his feathers jiggling and rippling as his brothers' bodies impacted his.  He shuddered and gasped, his cock throbbing as he felt the pressure build in his balls.


Louie, for his part, was as casual as ever, even as he vigorously and relentlessly pounded his dick into his brother's rear end.  The feeling of Dewey's rump squeezing his phallus was wonderful, and the friction on his flesh as he pumped his rod in and out was glorious.  He couldn't wait to blast his brother full of his semen.


As Dewey drove in deep, Huey suddenly felt his brother's swollen glans prod... something inside him. Something that sent a lightning bolt of pure pleasure through his body, making him arch his back, throwing back his head, his eyes rolling back, his beak falling open in a wordless cry of ecstasy.  His cock erupted, spewing cum onto the bedsheets, the red-shirted boy's hips shaking and rolling as he climaxed.


"Wh-What was THAT?!" Huey gasped helplessly, feeling his cock continue to spurt, the sheets beneath him growing wet and sticky.  His brothers paused in their thrusting to watch their sibling in his moment of ecstasy.


"Oh!  You must have hit Huey's sweet spot.  I heard boys have one inside 'em," Lena panted, recovering from her own pleasure, "It's called the p... prostate."


"Yesss," Webby nodded, "It's a male sex organ, and stimulation can make a boy cum really hard!"


"Huh," Louie remarked idly, "Good to know. Lemme try."


He pulled back and thrust in hard, Dewey yelping in surprise.


"Nope," Louie grunted, "Try again.  Nope.  Uh-uh, nix, naught, nein..." he grumbled with each following thrust, "...Nada, nothing, negative, nyet..."


And then as he readjusted his angle and shoved back in, Dewey cried out, arching his back involuntarily.  He quacked in shock as pleasure rippled through him, his tailhole spasming on Louie's dick, his testicles tightening.  He threw his head back, crying out, his cock erupting, splattering Huey's insides, making the red-shirted duckling climax again.


The two boys' eyes rolled back and they panted and moaned in unison, their bodies trembling, their cocks twitching and pulsing.  The two of them came and came and came, Huey spattering the sheets and Dewey filling his brother with his spunk, his testicles pumping and throbbing, his penis pulsating, his urethra visibly bulging with each rope of semen that was being blasted into Huey's guts.


"Huh.  That worked really well," Louie remarked with a grin.... Then YELPED as a finger probed his backside.  He had only a moment to look over his shoulder before Webby's digit sank into his tailhole.  Almost instantly, Louie made a rather undignified noise as his prostate was prodded, his balls clenching, his cock erupting, pouring his seed into Dewey in mighty blasts.  Louie's hips juddered and jerked back and forth as each wave of bliss rippled through his loins, his cock blasting a huge load of his spunk into Dewey, his testicles churning and throbbing as they pumped and clenched, his dick spasming in his brother's guts.


"Whoaaa!  That feels... Nnnh... WEIRD!" Dewey gasped as he felt his belly swell, bloating slightly from the sheer amount of Louie's spunk being pumped into him.  The green-shirted boy's cock continued to pulse and spurt, making Dewey's stomach expand.  He patted his stomach, feeling the warm, glutinous sloshing of his brother's seed inside him.  Webby giggled and wiggled her finger around, stimulating Louie further, the duckling squawking helplessly as he continued to cum, his penis pulsating as it blasted rope after rope of white goo into his brother.


"Uh, Pink, I think you've proven your point," Lena said to the girl with a nervous chuckle, reaching out to gently pull Webby's hand away.  The pink-shirted girl blinked and looked up at the older duck, then smiled sheepishly at Louie, giving his rump an apologetic pat.  


Meanwhile, Huey was draped over the bed, his wings having slipped out from beneath him, splayed out, his cock continuing to spurt into the mattress, making a wet spot on the sheets.  Huey's stomach was swelling out with each blast of Dewey's spunk in the same way, an obscene "GLORK" noise coming from his stomach as he was bloated with semen.


Louie pulled free of Dewey, beginning to slop wet strands of cum onto the bed as his penis was pulled free.  He groaned, basting his brother's tailfeathers with his spunk.  His balls visibly throbbed and pulsed as he climaxed, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his beak hanging open, tongue hanging out.


Free of Louie's weight on his back, and with his cock still pumping cum into his sibling, Dewey was able to pull free of Huey too.  He moaned in delight, humping the air in time with each pulse of his cock, his balls throbbing and twitching as they pumped their load.  He let his convulsing, jerking phallus swing about wildly, cum shooting in all directions, splattering the sheets, Huey's back, the walls, and even the ceiling.


For his part, Huey continue to pump his rigid dick between the sheets.  His cock was so sensitive that even the feel of the fabric on it was enough to push him over the edge.  He gasped and moaned, his hips rolling, humping the bed, his penis pulsating as it sprayed his seed.  He was drenched by this point, even his hydrophobic feathers unable to sluice off all the semen he was being sprayed with.  He felt so good he didn't even care how much he was covered in the sticky stuff, or that he was full to bursting with his middle brother's seed. 


"Wow.  We shoulda played with the boys sooner," Webby remarked, grinning up at Lena.


"I was kinda hoping to KEEP them from that," grumbled Lena, still unsure why she felt exactly that way.


"Ooooh!  You're playing squirty games in here, are ya?" called a voice from the doorway.  Lena's feathers stood on end in shock and horror, before she turned... to see May and June peeking in, grins on the clones' faces.


"Hey, sis, other sis!" Webby giggled, "C'mon in and join the mess!"


Lena swallowed. One Webby was hard enough to handle.  Now there were three of them.  Maybe she might not wanna leave the boys out of this after all...

***


Max had... not even the slightest CLUE what he was doing.  This morning, he'd had his very first orgasm. He'd only ever had a couple of sporadic boners before that.  He understood the difference between boys and girls, and had a very simple understanding of the birds and bees (Goofy's explanations had been.. less than coherent or helpful).  


And now, his friend's adoptive mother had her breasts around his penis (the SECOND pair of enormous, furry tits he'd been between today!) while said friend was balls deep in her pussy.  Max watched in shock and disbelief and raw, unbridled arousal as Kit pumped his hips into Rebecca's cleft awkwardly, clumsily.


"Hoo... That feels... so weird!" Kit moaned, rocking forward in short thrusts, the soft shlick-shlick-shlick sound filling the room.  The bear's testicles slapped and bounced off the backs of Rebecca's thighs, making soft pomf-pomf-pomf sounds, his hips meeting Rebecca's in soft slaps. His latex-wrapped flesh slid in and out of her oven-hot folds, his entire crotch a mess of her juices.  


"What's it like?" Max asked.


"T-Tight! Wet!  Slippery," Kit panted between thrusts, "Her fur on my crotch is REALLY tickling me.  And she's all grippy and hard to pull out of!"


"Goodness, Kit," Rebecca remarked with a glance over her shoulder, "Not bad for your first time.  You'll need some practice to really hit the right spots inside, but it's nice, dear."


She was underplaying things a fair amount, however.  Kit might be a novice, and might only have a vague understanding of where to aim, but the boy had one HELL of an instinct.  With his slender young frame and adorable face, it was hard to deny his charms, and his youthful, energetic vigor made up for his inexperience and clumsiness.  She felt her folds convulsing, sucking him in, and he was, if nothing else, doing an admirable job at finding just the right spot, his firm, smooth shaft sliding and gliding along her sweet spot.  Her penis hung down below her, a steady stream of clear viscous liquid connecting the fat helmet to the carpet, forming a wet, sticky stain on the floor.


She wrapped her lips around Max's glans.  She'd pulled his condom off (not relishing the idea of licking and sucking on rubber) and was currently suckling at the head of his dick very time it peeked out from between her breasts.  Her tongue slipped under his foreskin, teasing the unexposed flesh there.  Max moaned and bucked his hips cutely, humping the underside of her mammaries.  


It felt weird.  He could feel the pressure building in his groin, the same way it did before he had one of his spermatorrhea-induced spontaneous orgasms, but it was building up much more slowly, much more gradually.  It wasn't the sudden, intense rush with no warning, like a sudden sneeze; this was much slower.  His penis throbbed and drooled, sticky precum covering the woman's snout and leaving long strands that connected the two and grew longer as the little puppy continued to slide between them.


Max felt Rebecca moan, and saw Kit's thrusts were getting rougher and more urgent, and Rebecca was rocking back against him, meeting the cub's hips. Kit's face was screwed up in concentration, his baseball cap sitting slightly askew as he focused on working his way deeper into Rebecca, each movement making a sloppy, sloppy shlick that would make any hentai voice actress proud.


The black-furred boy found himself unable to keep his hands away from those massive boobs, squeezing and fondling them. They were warm, firm, yet incredibly soft. He couldn't get over the feeling of his dick slipping and sliding along them, between them. It felt wonderful.  Max moaned and arched his back as the tension built up inside, his hips jerking, humping faster, harder.  He could hear the woman making cute muffled noises, her mouth firmly wrapped around the end of his dick, her penis drooling onto the floor.  


"Um... M-Ms. Cunningham..." Kit moaned, raising his hand like he was in a classroom.  Rebecca pulled off Max's phallus with a pop, precum trailing from his knob to her tongue, her eyes glancing over her shoulder at Kit.  Her lips were coated, smeared in Max's precum, glistening and glossy.  Kit looked cute and nervous, his face screwed up in confusion.


"What is it, honey?  What's wrong?"


"Um.... I'm gonna splurt my white goo," he said, shuddering even as he continued to pump, "...Sh-Should I pull out?"


Rebecca's expression was odd, as she clearly tried not to laugh at his innocent question.
"You can cum inside me if you want," Rebecca said, "Cubs aren't fertile, and you're wearing a condom anyway, aren't you?"  


"Uh, yeah..." Kit said, pulling his penis back a couple of inches so he could look at the green-tinted latex stretched over his cock. 


"Then go right ahead and do what your body wants," Rebecca said encouragingly.  Kit swallowed nervously, and nodded.


"Okay... Here goes..." the boy murmured, taking a breath.


His little bear cub hips began to move faster, rocking, his balls slapping and slapping into the woman's pussy, smacking against it and swinging forward, their impact audible in the room, pomf pomf pomf pomf pomf, his testicles visibly swinging on their approach.  His breathing was growing quicker, panting as his hips sped up.


"Ah.  Ahhh... I-I think... It's about to..." the brown-furred little cub grunted between thrusts.  And then with a final deep thrust that pressed him balls-deep in Rebecca, his eyes rolled back, his tongue flopping out of the side of his mouth as his body started to climax.


The noise was obscene, loud, and clear; Max could hear the sound of the boy's seed squirting into his condom as he climaxed. Rebecca's entire body shivered as hot bear-spunk flooded the little cub's reservoir, only a thin layer of polymer separating her cervix from being doused in his infertile seed.  The boy howled like an animal, one of the first orgasms of his life overwhelming him, flooding him with a sense of absolute euphoria.


Each mighty SPLORCH sound of Kit blasting his load made Rebecca's stomach begin to distend from the amount of the bear cub's cum sloshing into the tip of his condom.  She cooed and grunted as Kit's weight pressed against her back, his hips moving and twitching in time with each orgasmic spurt from his loins.  She rolled her hips as she was rocked in time with Kit's contractions.  She wasn't anywhere near her own orgasm yet, but she could not begrudge the kid his lack of stamina.  She doubted that he would have even known how to hold off a climax, even if he had wanted to.  


That said, she could not deny that the boy had a LOT in the tank. She could actually feel each gush of cum he blasted into her, his reservoir sloshing into the back of her vaginal passage, a huge flood of it splashing against her womb's opening, hot and gooey as the boy's slim, youthful penis throbbed and twitched deep inside of her, his balls continuing their loud SLAP SLAP SLAP into her rump as he bucked and jerked in orgasm.


Meanwhile, contrary to type, Max was actually doing quite well in staving off his own orgasm.  While Rebecca's breasts were torturously pleasuring him, her tongue teasing him relentlessly, somehow he could still keep going. He couldn't explain why he felt this way now, but the fact that he was enjoying his pleasure rather than having it shoved upon him against his will was empowering him.  His body was no longer some enemy beast that existed to humiliate him, but rather his ally and friend, willing to help him, letting him control how his climax arrived and with how much intensity, and in whose presence he arrived at that moment.


That said, he was still a little boy having one of his first sexual experiences ever, and the boy could not delay the inevitable forever.


"Unhh!  M-Ms. Cunningham, I think I'm gonna blast too!" Max warned, trying to tug himself out from her bust, not wanting to shower the older bear's face with his cum.


"Good," Rebecca said, smiling, her cheeks flushed as the boy's shaft throbbed against her palate, his urethra bulging as a long, thick, ropy strand of spunk was pumped up and along his shaft in slow motion, finally reaching his glans. She smiled up at him, wrapping a paw around the base of his dick, gripping it firmly so that she could keep it in place as she gave the head a sweet little smooch, and then another.


The sight and sensation were too much. Max cried out, feeling the delightful rising, boiling sensation rushing up his urethra, his knob bulging obscenely as his prepubescent spunk surged along and up it.  He gasped as the first mighty jet splashed Rebecca's lips, her snout, painting them in a pearly sheen of sticky puppy-batter.  He watched in wide-eyed shock and lust as his spunk exploded out of his knob in thick white ropes.  His body convulsed, shaking and trembling as his balls pulsed and squeezed, forcing another tremendous spurt of his semen onto Rebecca's face, splashing the bear-matron's eyelid, dripping down her nose and onto the carpet.


Rebecca made a show of opening her mouth wide to receive her just reward for pleasuring Max. She wasn't disappointed.  He aimed for the back of her throat as his cock gave a mighty convulsion. She was rewarded with a gushing fountain of boy milk spraying all over her tonsils.  It dripped from the roof of her mouth and down onto her waiting tongue, where she savored and enjoyed its thick, rich taste, before swallowing.


"Ughhhnn!  Ahhh!  Arrrrhhh!" Max grunted and groaned as he ejaculated over and over again, drenching Rebecca's face with his spunk, splashing into her open maw, and then flooding her mouth, filling it to the brim with his sticky, salty seed.  He missed as often as not, but the woman hardly seemed to care if his cum wound up in her stomach or in her hair. She continued to milk him with her firm, furry mammaries, coaxing and cajoling as much spunk out of him as she could.


Kit meanwhile was still pumping away into her, though his orgasmic flow was ebbing and his thrusts were slowing. He groaned in pleasure as his hips lazily, slowly humped at her sex.  The ecstasy gripping him so tightly that he lost all muscle control began to abate slowly.  He instinctively tried to pull back from Rebecca's pussy, but blinked as he felt a tug.  Something was holding onto the end of his penis tightly, a wet suctioning sound making the little bear yelp.  He pulled harder, making Rebecca whimper, and then felt whatever was holding him in give, a POP and a sucking, slurping, gloppy SCHLOP filling the room as his condom-covered dick plopped free of Rebecca's cunny.


It was a little shocking to see.  The sheer AMOUNT of cum he'd pumped out during this was obscene.  His green-tinted condom reservoir was a massive bloated bag the size of a soccer ball, distending halfway down his thigh.  The transparent polymer showed off the opaque, milky semen within.  His seed sloshed audibly in its latex prison, a few bubbles rising in its depths.


"W-Woah..." the kid whispered in disbelief as he reached up to adjust his baseball cap, "That was... AWESOME."


He sat back, watching Max pump load after load onto and into the young, gorgeous bear woman, her mouth agape as she let her cheeks fill with his spunk.  The black-furred boy grunted and trembled, his body rocking on its own.


Kit blushed, watching his friend convulse and douse his surrogate mother with his semen. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything hotter in his entire life.  Max was being milked for all he was worth, Rebecca stroking him with her breasts, pumping him with her lips and tongue. She was making cute little gulping noises as she swallowed, her lips pursed on the tip of his penis, her cheeks bulging from his seed.  It was such a hot sight that the little cub felt his own penis stirring in anticipation of another round.  


...Actually, come to think of it, he'd never gone soft.  He glanced down at his cock, standing tall and proud.  


"Um...  Ms. Cunningham," Kit said to get her attention, "Uh... How do I get... this off without making a mess?"


Rebecca chuckled and said thickly through a mouthful of white gel, "...Sit back and relax, Kit.  I'll handle it in a second once Max is finished."


"Oh, okay," the cub said with an easy grin.


Finally, after several more minutes of pumping his spunk onto and into the woman, Max's climax finally, blessedly, came to an end, his last little spurts and dribbles of semen pooling on the tip of his dick.  He breathed heavily, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.  Rebecca smiled up at him, swallowing his cum, and then leaned in, kissing the tip of his cock.


"Mmmh, delicious, Max..." she murmured, giving his knob another kiss.


"T-Thanks," he panted.  He hadn't realized until just now that his knees were shaking, and his thighs felt weak.


"And you, Kit," Rebecca said, turning to the little cub, "Here.  Let me show you how to take this off..."


She demonstrated how to pinch the reservoir and slowly work the condom free, squeezing the fluid towards the tip and then gently pulling until Kit's cock popped free of the latex.  She tied the end of it in a tight knot, then set it on the dresser.


"There," she said, "Now. You both did a good job, but... I haven't had a turn yet."


She gestured down at her own penis, still hard and throbbing, her pre-cum having soaked the floor.  She stood up, her member bobbing, her pussy glistening, covered in her juices, drooling onto the floor.


"I think you both can handle another round..." she purred huskily, eyeing the boys' erections.  The power of the statue of Priapus lived up to its name, keeping them rigid and hard.


"Y-You bet!" said Kit, "I can keep going!"


Max was panting heavily, still a bit tired from his orgasm.  But the way she had him pinned between her breasts had been amazing.  He had never imagined he could feel that much pleasure from a simple touch.  He grinned and nodded.  


"Oh, yeah!" he said excitedly, "What're we gonna do?"


Rebecca grinned, her eyes glinting.


"Well, boys... I'm gonna teach you the meaning of the phrase 'pound-town'."


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Dinner was held in McDuck Manor's rarely used banquet hall, a long table stretched down the length of the room.  The family and guests were treated to a lavish spread (if somewhat protein and vitamin-heavy to replenish the day's expelled fluids).


The magic of the Statue had continued its work all day, rapidly twisting, perverting, and corrupting the minds of the people caught in its spell.  Already, the guests had forgotten to put their pants back on, walking around completely bottomless.  


While some semblance of inhibitions and propriety lingered on in the minds of the guests, it was only a shadow of what it had once been.  While they refrained from open sexual activity at the table, their minds were clouded and muddled with lustful thoughts and fantasies.  They could barely take their eyes off of each other, openly ogling and gawking.  They'd lost all sense of shame and embarrassment, and their thoughts of sex and sexuality had become increasingly deviant, perverted, and twisted.


They talked and chattered, sharing their experiences of the day, speaking openly and frankly about the sexual escapades and activities they had engaged in.  The table was a lively and raucous affair, with laughter and playful teasing filling the air.  The guests were relaxed and enjoying themselves, not caring about social conventions or propriety.  They were just focused on having a good time, and enjoying each other's company.


As dinner came to a close, everyone was still eager to continue their conversations and the festivities.  The atmosphere was electric, full of energy and excitement, and no one wanted the night to end.


The guests lingered at the table, sipping their drinks and chatting away.  Eventually, as the evening wore on, the guests began to drift away from the table, seeking out new partners or returning to their rooms.  The Manor's hallways were filled with the sounds of passionate lovemaking.


Bedtime came slowly and reluctantly, the residents and visitors of the Manor dragging their tired, cum-drenched bodies to their beds, exhausted from a full day's sexual marathon.  They collapsed into their beds, eager to rest and recover from the day's activities, and ready to prepare themselves for the next day.


It wasn't long, however, before the padding of webbed and furry feet began anew; but moving with an odd, shuffling cadence.


The McDuck family emerged from their rooms, eyes glazed, walking in a trance-like state, drawn irresistibly towards the Statue of Priapus that Scrooge kept in the vault in the mansion basement.  Their irises glowed in the nighttime gloom, illuminated with an inner fire, the same purple hue as the gemstone held in the statue's hand.


"Walk.  Walk.  Walk," repeated Donald, leading the way, his monotone words echoed by the others behind him as they climbed down the stairs.  


They weren't the only ones.  The weaker-minded of the guests had joined the procession, eyes wide, jaws slack, erections at full mast and drooling.  Goofy followed behind Lena, towering over everyone else as his lanky limbs shambled along.  Baloo and Dale were trailing after, the fat bear's enormous testicles jiggling, the small chipmunk's tail swishing. Peg Pete's breasts bounced with each step she climbed down, and her son PJ stumbled after her drunkenly, uncharacteristically ignoring her bare, jiggling rump.


The Vault was getting crowded as the group gathered around the statue, staring at the stone figure.  They stood in a circle, their eyes locked on the gemstone held in the figure's hand.  The room was dark and hushed, and the air felt heavy with the weight of something powerful.  The statue radiated an otherworldly energy that seemed to envelop the group, drawing them in closer, their eyes glowing in sync with the gemstone.


"Stroke... Stroke... Stroke..." they repeated together, their voices echoing in the dimly lit vault.  They reached out and began stroking their penises in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized as if guided by an invisible force.  The room was filled with the sound of their moans and grunts, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of their hands against their shafts.  The statue's eyes seemed to glow brighter with each stroke, casting an eerie purple light on the faces of the mesmerized group.  It was a scene of pure, primal lust, fueled by an ancient and insatiable hunger that had been awakened by the statue's presence.


They mindlessly repeated commands that seemed to bubble into their heads sourcelessly, the statue's gem pulsing and throbbing in time with the throbs of their penises, growing more intense with each stroke.


"Orgasm... Orgasm... Orgasm..."


With a sudden, violent jerk, each and every person in the room climaxed in perfect synchronicity.  Their eyes rolled back, their tongues flopping out of their mouths as they sprayed their seed across the floor and onto the statue itself.  As before, the fluid seemed to sink into the gemstone the elephant held, each droplet making it glow a little brighter, filling the room with a lurid, purple glow.


"Turn.  Leave.  Sleep.  Forget..."


And the entranced group did so.  One by one they departed, leaving behind a sticky, gooey mess that dripped from the statue's body and pooled at its feet.  As they filed out, they returned to their beds, dropping onto their mattresses and passing out, instantly falling asleep, completely unaware of what had taken place.  They had no memory of what had just happened, only the lingering sense of satisfaction that comes with a powerful release.  The only evidence of their visit to the Vault was the dried semen stains on the floor and the faint, lingering aroma of their arousal.  But even those would be gone by morning, and they would continue on with their lives, blissfully ignorant of the dark forces that had momentarily possessed them in the dead of night.


The Statue, designed to process the orgasmic energy contained in semen and output corruption and hypnotic power, reached saturation.  Waves of purple power erupted forth, spreading out across the sleeping Duckburg, permeating homes, shops, and schools, tainting every resident in the city, corrupting and twisting their thoughts, dreams, and fantasies.  It would only get stronger as the nights passed.


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