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DuckTales: Sauce For The Duck

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

All characters are © copyright Disney and are used without official permission. The author makes no profit by this work. Additionally, for clarification, this story is based on the classic DuckTales series, rather than the new one. In this story, Webby's appearance is based on the episode "Duck to the Future" (see the Gallery on her information page, linked below), while that of Huey, Dewey, and Louie is based on the "Quack Pack" cartoon series (same with their page). Further information (including gallery images) on the characters in this story can be found at the following URLs, in order of appearance in the story:

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Huey,_Dewey,_and_Louie

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Webby_Vanderquack

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Magica_De_Spell

"Keep quiet," snapped Huey in as hushed a tone as he could manage without his voice losing its authoritative qualities. "You want her to hear us?"

Dewey and Louie shook their heads, and might have been tempted to say something to affirm their agreement with the red-clothed teen's, but soon all three of the Duck triplets were far too preoccupied to bother saying much of anything. Eyes glued tight to the small holes they'd drilled in the wall of the bathroom adjoining Webbigail Vanderquack's room, where she'd been staying ever since Mrs. Bentina Beakley, her grandmother and the three boys' nanny, had moved in many years ago, the boys tried hard not to even breathe, for fear of being noticed. Somehow, though, the fear of being caught just added to the thrill as Webby stepped into the bathroom, wearing nothing except her large, fluffy towel, and the ever-present bow in her shoulder-length blonde hair.

"She didn't even lock the door," whispered Louie, always the most observant of the triplets. "It's like she's asking for it."

Right at that moment, Huey and Dewey were just a little bit too preoccupied to bother shushing their youngest brother...or even to point out that he didn't have much more idea what "it" was than they did.

Most of the time, Huey, Dewey, and Louie weren't bad boys. At heart, they weren't bad at all, though they could be pretty energetic at times. All the same, their stay at their Uncle Scrooge's during the summer had been hard on them, and not just because of the changes that had been going through the three teens' bodies as puberty got to work on them. Rather, a lot of the difficulties they'd been having came about because of what puberty had been doing to Webby.

Just as an example, on their first day at Uncle Scrooge's, right after they'd gotten settled in, the three white-feathered duck boys had decided to see if their uncle's swimming pool was as much fun as they'd remembered while they were kids. Since puberty meant that "things" tended to dangle more than they had when they were still kids, of course, the boys tugged on jams, and quickly found that, yes, swimming was just as fine an experience for pubescent drakes as it was when they were hardly more than ducklings. After they'd enjoyed themselves for a few minutes, splashing and racing and even starting a rambunctious game of water tag, however, Webby, still living at Uncle Scrooge's with her grandmother, both of them taking care of the big mansion when Scrooge was out on one of his many trips, apparently decided that the boys simply couldn't have all the fun. So she'd walked out of the mansion, and waited for the boys to notice her.

Her, and her brand-new, spaghetti-string bikini, the same snowy white as her feathers.

Louie had just dove to the side as Huey, who was "it," raced past him, hot on the tailfeathers of Dewey, when Webby made her way to the side of the pool. Always the first of his brothers to notice things, Louie immediately saw Webby and gave her a shy smile and wave, which she returned just as shyly. Unfortunately, this distracted her from paying attention to the two older triplets as they came barreling up to the edge of the pool, Dewey leaping ahead like a porpoise, only for Huey's hand to snag sudden hold of his brother's blue trunks, heedless of the more than significant wake they'd churned up in their play.

Even after the wave Huey and Dewey sent slopping over the side of the pool doused Webby, if she'd just been wearing her normal one piece suit, the one her grandma had gotten her, everything might have been just fine. They would almost certainly have just laughed it all off, despite Dewey now flashing the whole world when Huey had yanked her swim shorts down in the heat of their game of tag; he'd have just blushed and covered up with his hands while Webby giggled, blushed as well, and looked the other way to let him tug his trunks back on. They'd have then done their best not to mention the matter again, Webby would have hopped in the pool, and the game would have proceeded as normal, though perhaps a little more gently: Webby was, after all, a girl, and the boys had learned to treat girls with respect since the days back when they'd thought of her simply as a tagalong.

Unfortunately, this isn't what happened. Webby, as it turned out, didn't know about one of the critical properties of white swimming suits, any more than the triplets did: they turn almost transparent when wet.

For a long moment, Webby simply stood there, beak slightly open at the shock of being suddenly splashed from her shoulders down to her webbed feet (though her hair had been missed by the wave the boys had churned up, something she thought was lucky, before other matters took her full attention), for all practical purposes buck naked in front of three healthy teenage drakes. In the sudden chill, the pubescent duck's delicate pink nipples stood at full attention, stiff and perked against the backdrop of her downy soft white feathers. Down below her smooth, supple tummy was the equally smooth, downy-soft expanse of her pubis, and below that, the snuggest, tightest little indentation, marking the beginning of her innocent, unexplored ducky quim.

Had the boys been in a more analytical mood, they might have taken the time to make note of the similarities between themselves, as avians, and the mammals who were about as common in their world. When they were younger, they'd looked far more like the smaller, nonspeaking ducks that could sometimes be seen waddling or paddling around in the park, with their genitals mostly internal, and Webby lacking visible nipples (though this had actually been because they were hidden beneath her feathers), something they'd seen more than a few times before Mrs. Beakley decided they should take separate baths from her granddaughter. As they'd hit puberty, though, everything had started to just "hang out." Huey, Dewey, and Louie found that they had to start wearing pants to cover up the new, white-skinned penises that appeared almost as though by magic, to say nothing of the sets of down-covered testicles the triplets promptly began to sport.

After having "the Talk" with their Uncle Scrooge (who'd been kind enough to spare poor Uncle Donald from doing it), the boys had learned that birds like themselves, able to speak and think and generally act like "people," were partially mammalian, which explained a great deal about their evolutionary advantages...and disadvantages as well. They'd also learned that how mammalian different birds were could vary quite a lot by individual. People like Scrooge and Donald, for instance, were closer to avians, and though they'd both had "awkward" years during puberty (the time when Scrooge had worn a kilt, as it turned out), they'd "tucked up" again once they finished developing, and hadn't had to bother with pants since. Whether the boys would go through the same thing, Scrooge wasn't sure, but he assured them that even if they sported "mammal wood" all their lives, they weren't unnatural or anything, just healthy boys that were growing up a little differently from some of their relatives.

Part of "the Talk" had also included girls, of course, and it became pretty obvious even from the rather cursory details Uncle Scrooge provided that the opposite sex went through really similar changes...and mammalian similarities. Most girl birds, for instance, had fully-functional mammary glands (the term Scrooge used, and even that was impossible without many significant blushes from the tough old bird), and though they tended to be rather flat and small during girlhood, and most stayed that way, a few...well...were "better endowed" than others.

As it turned out, Webby was one of those "better endowed" girls that Uncle Scrooge had referenced, something none of the boys could possibly miss for even a heartbeat as they stared up at her from the pool. Almost immediately, the healthy young drakes sported sizable tenting in their swimtrunks.

Except for Dewey, of course: his smooth white penis popped above the water, as though to say "hi" to the hot, barely-naked babe in front of him.

Needless to say, after she got an eyeful of her own, Webby beat a very hasty retreat back into the mansion. If she'd burst into tears, rather than just blushed and did her level best to cover up with her hands, perhaps the boys wouldn't have stared at the firm, perfectly squeezable globes of her tushie as she departed (not running, for the area around a pool could be treacherous even with webbed feet, though she did hurry), or lost themselves so completely in admiring the way they flexed with every step, a sight made even more eyecatching by the clearly-defined dimples above each snowy white buttock, framed in totalum by her naturally upturned tailfeathers. Because Webby had been merely embarrassed, not upset, however, the boys did stare, and the brief glimpses they caught of the plump white lips between Webby's legs would fuel their wet dreams for many years to come.

Since then, even though none of the four of them brought up the pool incident again, there'd been a change in the relationship between the boys and Webby. Oh, sure, they still talked to each other as though everything were normal, and they did a lot of the same fun things they'd done when they were younger, from skateboarding and riding bikes to exploring various old stomping grounds in good old Duckburg. At the same time, though, more little "incidents" seemed to happen, ones that wouldn't have been noteworthy when they were younger. Incidents like the time Webby walked in on Huey, Dewey, and Louie while they were getting changed for a baseball game, right at the moment when they didn't have anything on but their caps. Or how Webby had taken to wearing a French maid's outfit while taking care of the mansion, an outfit with a very short skirt, something that, combined with Webby's tendency to forget to wear panties, made the boys more than a little uncomfortable when she was cleaning around the house. Or how Webby tended to wear only a towel through the hallway when she was going to take a shower, leaving her clothes back in her room for later.

That last little habit of Webby's was what had given Dewey, the brain of the trio, the idea of drilling the holes in the wall of her bathroom. At first Louie had been opposed, but with both his brothers working on him, eventually the green-clad brother caved. Now, with his shorts hitting the floor at almost the same time as those of his brothers, letting them work their smooth white shafts almost in unison, even Louie had to wonder why he'd objected in the first place. Man, the Junior Woodchuck's Guidebook had answers to everything - even how to drill the best possible peep holes for spying on a girl without her knowing!

Except, well...Webby _did_know. Walking into the bathroom, it took all of her self-control not to look straight at the three holes only barely concealed behind the towel rack. Having been a Junior Woodchuck Girlscout herself, Webby knew about the old peephole-drilling trick. Actually, she'd been using it herself since pretty much the day after she'd seen Dewey's big white prick in the pool. Since then, she'd seen all three of the boys naked, and erect, and even jerking off to those naughty art books they'd somehow smuggled out of the library without her grandmother noticing. She'd admired their trim bare bottoms while they showered (and the triplets still showered together, something she found inexplicably hot), and watched them from afar more times than she could count. Ever since she'd been a little girl, Webby had looked up to Huey, Dewey, and Louie, sort of like they were the big brothers she never had. Now, though, she saw them as something more, something she didn't quite understand, even as she wanted to push the limits of her comprehension, and tread into the dangerous territory of erotic exploration.

By Webby's thinking, though, if she got to watch them that way, well...wasn't it fair that they get to see her as well? While she was a duck, and they were drakes, the old saw "what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander" kept slipping back into her mind. She hesitated for a short while, pretending to be looking at her hair in the bathroom mirror, and untying her everpresent pink ribbon in readiness for hopping in the shower, even as she fantasized about what the owners of those three peeping eyes were doing on the opposite side of the wall, in the old abandoned study that now served as an overflow for Uncle Scrooge's library.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie had all had the advantage of "the Talk" from someone who, while somewhat flustered about the subject, was nevertheless coherent, competent, and most of all, patient and accepting of questions. Uncle Scrooge had actually warmed to the subject after getting started, and made it quite clear that he was always available for whatever his boys might want to know...well, when he wasn't off traveling, that is. Webby, on the other hand, hadn't gotten the same advantage. Her Grammy, Mrs. Beakley, had assumed that her schoolteachers would take care of the matter. Webby's schoolteachers, meanwhile, had a one-day course, where they took the boys in one room and the girls in another, and gave them a quick rundown on the subject of sex, then just expected parents to handle the rest. As for "the rest," she'd had to educate herself in other ways. The Junior Woodchuck's Guidebook had been reasonably informative on its own, but mostly it had served as a source for reference material - lots of very informative reference material, complete with illustrations. Still, while books were all well and good, Webby had really felt the need for someone else to guide her. Someone with whom she'd had numerous encounters in the past. Someone experienced, worldly, and willing to talk.

Someone like Magica De Spell.

Several times in the past, mostly during her developing years, Magica had tried to kidnap Webby, with the stated purpose of turning her into an apprentice whether she liked it or not, and eventually into a wicked witch like the raven-haired sorceress herself. Magica had never succeeded, of course, and as the years progressed, her interest in stealing Webby away had gradually declined. Apparently apprentices were better if stolen as young as possible, and Webby hitting puberty marked the end of Magica's serious efforts in that direction. At the same time, however, the younger duck had started a correspondence with the older, without letting her Grammy or anyone else know. Much to her delight, she soon found a willing confidant, someone with whom she could share all her deepest, darkest fantasies and not be concerned about being judged harshly. Whatever Webby Vanderquack might contemplate in fantasy, after all, was nothing compared with what her "Auntie Magica" had very likely done in real life.

Webby's secret penpal, actually, was the one who'd suggested the teasing, the "accidental" walk-ins, the frequent "forgetting" to wear panties. Though the incident at the pool really had been an innocent mistake, none of the rest of it happened just by chance, not with such handy guidance at hand. The older woman had even been the one to mail Webby the short-skirted French maid's outfit, a costume that would surely have given poor Mrs. Beakley a heart attack if she'd actually seen Webby wearing it. Truthfully, all of that teasing - and the boys' reactions to it - had driven Webby to a state of distraction, even greater than how she'd been after Magica sent her those flagrantly erotic etchings in one of her letters, the ones that showed girls with girls, and boys with boys. The thought of being watched, and especially of being desired by those watching, made her snowy white secret places grow an embarrassingly flushed pink.

"Oh man," hissed Huey, his heart pounding in his chest as he squeezed the base of his turgid erection. "She's doing it! She's really doing it!"

Though Dewey and Louie felt their beaks too dry right then to respond, they had to nod slightly in agreement: Webby was indeed "doing it." Turning away from the mirror where she'd been untying the ribbon in her wavy blonde hair, presenting herself in pert profile, Webby reached up, and began to unfasten the top of her towel. There was a light smile on her lovely beak, as though she were entertaining only the happiest of secret thoughts, as she parted the fluffy white terrycloth, taking her time as she let it drop open in the front. In that position, which she held for what had to be agonizing minutes, the watching triplets couldn't see anything of importance, because Webby's small hands held the flaps of the towel up like a cloak, the opaque material of the material stubbornly blocking the burning gazes of the desperately horny young drakes, despite all their efforts to sear through the offending terrycloth with sheer mental power alone.

Then, giving a slight shrug, and rolling her shoulders back, the slender white duck released her grip on the towel, and lowered her hands to her sides, while the pristine terrycloth fluttered to the floor at her webbed feet.

Not able to speak, not daring to breathe, Huey, Dewey, and Louie would surely have blown their loads right then and there, splattering semen against the wall, if they hadn't been aware of each other, and actively trying to hold out, each boy a little longer than the other two. Just the sight of Webby in profile, her handful-sized breasts upthrust, sweetly suckable pink nipples jutting out, dimpled around the aureoles with "duck bumps" in the light chill of the bathroom, smooth tummy flat and firm until its sudden inward dip to treasures that were tantalizing concealed, tailfeathers hiked high over that flawless bare bottom...that, and the "something more" that came from the entire package taken as a whole, was almost more than the three teen drakes could take.

Then came a shock that sent a cold jolt running through all three boys, as Webby turned to face almost straight toward the peep holes!

"Silly me," giggled the precious young duck as she began to bend forward, reaching for her towel. "I've really got to be more careful."

Louie lingered only an instant longer than his brothers as Webby reached for her towel, long enough to see her breasts bob forward, before he ducked to the side as well, eyes wide, breathing coming fast and hard. Had she seen them? The boys traded a look that asked the unspoken question. Worse yet, did she see the holes in the wall? Was everything blown?

On the other side of the wall, Webby could only barely keep herself from giggling even more as she promptly saw the eyes at the peepholes vanish, all while trying her best to avoid looking directly at them. Once she was sure she wasn't being watched, though, she turned her head, pursing her beak as she studied the room, picturing to herself what the view must look like from those peepholes. As she thought, her hands busied themselves with folding the towel she'd picked up until, with a smile, she decided on what her next course of action would be. After all, what was sauce for the duck was sauce for the drake: after all the fun she'd had spying on the boys, they deserved to have as good a show as she could put on.

Though it felt like a lifetime passed while they crouched there in the dimly-lit room, holding their breaths, hardly two minutes must have passed before Huey, as leader, decided to risk it all, and lifted his eye once more to his hole. Immediately his pupil widened, and he motioned to his brothers to return to their places, which they did, eagerly. Right before their eyes was Webby's naked body, almost touching the wall as she hung up her towel on the rack. Staggered as their respective holes were, each boy got a different view of the beautiful young duck. Huey's hole was set right at the level of Webby's breasts, one nipple almost close enough - and erect enough! - to poke him in his eye. Dewey's hole was at about the level of Webby's midsection, letting him look her up and down, seeing everything so plainly. Louie's, of course, was right above Webby's pubis, and when she shifted from side to side, adjusting her weight a little as she set the towel properly in its place, he could clearly see her plush white folds press tightly together, so close he could almost have thrust out his tongue through the peephole and gotten a taste of her.

"There," stated Webby in satisfaction when she had the towel positioned to her liking. "Grammy so hates a messy bathroom. Now," she turned, the dimples to either side of her dainty, feathery tail flexing with every movement, "let's get cleaned up. Who knew this old house could be so dirty?"

The house wasn't the only thing that was feeling dirty right then. All three of the boys traded glances, a pang of guilt running through them. After all, they were violating the privacy not only of a girl, but of one of their best friends. There she was, exposed, not a stitch of clothing to mar their view of her flawless, perfect body, and they couldn't bring themselves to keep watching, however slowly she might be walking away from their peepholes. Somehow, it just didn't seem...

"You vant to vatch," said a voice from nowhere, and the three handsome young drakes blinked, though none of them seemed to think to look around for its source; it was almost as though the voice were in their heads, rather than an audible sound. "More importantly, she vants you to vatch."

Huey looked between his brothers, his expression questioning. He wanted to know if they were thinking the same thing that he was thinking. Immediately, the expressions shared by Dewey and Louie made it clear that they were of one mind: Webby had to want them to keep watching. Why else would she be showing off so much for them? Though the thought might not have been terribly good logic, it made a deep, intuitive sort of sense to the triplets, and without questioning the shared impulse, they turned as one back to their peepholes, swallowing nervously to wet their dry beaks.

Immediately the three brothers were given a rare and precious treat: the sight of the gorgeous Webbigail Vanderquack bending forward, thrusting her flawless bare bottom out toward their awestruck eyes as she turned on the tub's faucet. Humming happily to herself, Webby rested her hands on the tub's edge, letting her reach in and test the water temperature every so often. As she leaned there, knees slightly bent, her taut, feathery buns shifted from side to side in time with her soft humming, the happy smile on her face never changing as she savored the sweet contentment of waiting for a shower, something only a duck could truly, fully appreciate.

The boys, of course, were so stunned with shocked arousal, they couldn't even think about moving from their peepholes. They could see everything! There was the astonishingly small, tense ring of Webby's tailhole, so tiny and white, they almost missed it against the backdrop of the short, soft, white down-feathers that clung as snug as skin to her lower regions, her heart-shaped buns framed expertly by her upturned tailfeathers. What they couldn't possibly miss, however, were the plush, flushed folds of Webby's ducky cunny. She wasn't snowy white down there. Instead, Webby's lower lips were quite pink, and invitingly swollen-looking, almost as though they were demanding attention, not just from the boys' eyes, but from "other" places as well.

"Perfect," Webby declared suddenly, standing upright once more as she flipped the little knob that redirected the faucet's water to the shower head, and stepped into the tub. "Mmm," she sighed as the water began splashing down on her nubile body, matting her feathers down tight against her supple form. "Feels so good to wash off the day's worries."

Closing her eyes, Webby faced into the flow of water, letting one hand find the soap dish in its accustomed spot with minimal effort while the water got her feathery body nice and wet. Once she was damp enough, she turned away from the stream, eyes still closed, and began to caress her upper body with almost erotic attention, leaving sudsy trails behind with the soap in her hands. Lifting each budding breast, Webby made sure to soap their undersides, one by one, before hissing softly through her pursed beak as she gently squeezed the almost achingly erect nipples between her deft fingers.

"So sensitive," the she-duck almost moaned, her cheeks flushed, giving her breasts another squeeze before reluctantly releasing them. "A little later," she promised herself.

Those hands drew the triplets' eyes like the watch of a hypnotist, stealing their will to look anywhere but where they led as Webby continued to stroke the soap over her body, down her belly, and then into the untouched treasure between her legs. Stiffening suddenly as she rubbed the bar of soap a little harder against her plush folds, Webby began to roll her hips almost unconsciously against the movements of her hands. The effect was like watching her ride a horse, but Huey, Dewey, and Louie doubted that Webby had ever moaned like _that_while horseback!

Once more, Webby pulled her hands away from a delicate, needy area, this time breathing hard as she turned to face away from the boys. Even their inexperienced eyes could tell right away that she was on the edge of losing control of herself as she arched her back, thrusting her chest with its upthrust breasts into the splash of the shower head, letting it rinse off her front while she grabbed a bath brush and used it to soap up the harder to reach spots all the way from the base of her neck down to her dimples of Venus. At this last, she wiggled her tushie backwards slightly, gyrating her hips almost as though she were dancing, then, when she'd soaped up her back enough, she set the brush aside and took the soap into her hands once more. So armed, the teen duckling bent forward at the waist for the second time, nice and slow, stroking her dainty hands down first one yellow-skinned leg, and then the other, bending them at the knee to better reach all the way around each supple limb.

Fascinated at the way Webby's shapely legs turned from yellow skin to white feathers slightly above the middle of her thighs, but even more fascinated at getting another view of her dewy, needy-looking sex, the boys were rapt, entranced as Webby straightened once more, turning slowly around, all the better to let the water rinse her body thoroughly, back and front, top and bottom. And when she was squeaky clean, her eyes opened just the tiniest amount, letting them catch sight of their baby blue depths as a secret smile played across her face, facing their peepholes, but not seeming to see them.

"I don't think Uncle Scrooge will mind if I use up a little more water," she murmured to herself, and instantly the triplets felt their own hearts pounding as Webby cupped her breasts once more, this time with intentions that were far beyond hygiene.

Circling her plump, white-feathered mammaries with her fingertips, Webby pursed her beaky lips, eyes still only just barely open as she gradually spiraled her touch around each flawless mound, getting ever close to the achingly erect nipples at the center of her steady gyre. Suddenly, as though no longer able to stand the suspense, the duckgirl engulfed her breasts in her hands, squeezing them tightly until her nipples stood out proudly between her slightly splayed fingers. Closing her hands, she pinched the needy teats between fingers-and-thumb, her eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned loudly, a short gush of clear fluid spurting from the snug slit between her legs.

Even entranced as they were, Huey, Dewey, and Louie gasped softly, hands leaving their hardened members, as they saw Webby's legs go wobbly; she was losing her balance! Forgetting themselves as Webby gave a short cry of shock, her webbed feet going out from under her, the triplets left the safety of the spare room as fast as they dared, Huey in the natural lead, the first to yank open the bathroom door, intent on helping their friend.

Except, Webby didn't need helping. Standing there in the doorway, their eyes wide, their beaks gaping, the triplets could only stare in total shock at the raven-haired, shapely figure against whose full breasts Webby now rested her head, her arms holding the younger duck up: it was Magica Despell!

"Auntie Magica!" exclaimed Webby, looking up wide-eyed at the wicked sorceress, her expression not one of horror, but of delight at finding herself naked in the shower with an equally naked old adversary. "How did you get here?"

"'Auntie Magica?'" the triplets murmured in astonished unison, not even realizing that they'd taken a step forward, into the bathroom, the door shutting silently behind them, as though blown by an unfelt wind. Youthful vigor still strong in their veins, even with the rush of adrenaline that had accompanied their scramble to help Webby, the boys were still almost painfully erect. That state showed no signs of diminishing in the least as they now watched Magica's skilled hands lovingly caress Webby's breasts, picking up where the ducky girl had left off.

"How could I miss an opportunity to spend time vith my favorite little duckling?" the witch cooed in Webby's ear, her hands stroking down the other girl's waist, encircling her hips. "Mmm," she continued, making Webby draw in a quick, short breath, then let it out in a long moan as the more experienced woman teased her fingertips through the soft, short feathers of Webby's taut young tummy, "but you're not so little now, are you, dearest Vebby? No," she finished with a smile that was as wicked as it was motherly, letting the fingers of one hand slip smoothly between the girl's thighs, "no, you are anything but."

"M-Magica!" Webby gasped loudly, her eyes snapping wide open as the raven-haired beauty easily found and lovingly palpated the girl's sweet sex.

"Such a bad girl you are," Magica continued affectionately, kissing her way down Webby's neck while her hand continued to rub little Webby's cunny until the younger girl's juices started to leak through the older's fingers. "An untouched flower, and yet such _slutty_thoughts!" She glanced at the triplets, giving them a wink as she turned slightly, just enough to let her gyrate her own hips at them, letting them see the supple sway of her own firm and flawless feathery fanny. "Teasing these poor boys so mercilessly, knowing perfectly vell how badly they vant your body, and yet only letting them see, but not touch, vhere their strong, hard, proud manhoods rightfully belong."

Despite her obviously rapidly rising arousal, Webby sucked on the lower lip of her beak, and turned to look at Huey, Dewey, and Louie, her expression shy and abashed. They, on the other hand, simply stood there, completely astounded at this revelation: Webby had known all along that they were watching!

"I...I'm sorry," she said sweetly, sincerely, lowering her beak in an expression of honest apology, before shuddering as Magica's speed of stroking grew a little faster, her touch a little harder. "I've been watching the three of you for weeks now...and watching you when you were naked most of all. In the shower, in the changing room...even when you helped stroke each other while looking at those dirty books from the library." She looked up just as an embarrassed flush spread over the boys' faces. "No: it was really hot!" she assured them quickly. "I just...I wanted you to touch me like that, but I...I was scared," she concluded, trailing off, then picked up again. "I guess I just wanted to let you see everything I got to see. I figured that would only be fair. I just didn't know how to invite you...so I let you think I didn't know..."

"But," Huey was the one who broke the long silence that descended on the room, silence broken only by Webby's sudden higher-pitched moaning as Magica's hand began working faster and firmer still, her other arm wrapped around Webby's waist, holding the younger girl firmly in place, keeping her from escaping the sorceress' amorous attentions as Webby's hips started to buck.

"You and Magica?" Dewey picked up his brother's abortive question, with Louie's questioning expression filling in all the things the triplets hadn't asked with words.

"Simply answered," chuckled the shapely witch, grinning down at Webby as the blonde duck cried out in her high, sweet voice, her whole body bucking in a frenzy of sudden, explosive orgasm. "She wrote to me. And vhy not? You had your 'Uncle Scrooge' to ask all the questions you wanted about being a man. Vhat about dear Vebbigail? Who could she approach for such answers? I hadn't tried to steal her avay for years, and I had alvays vanted her as an apprentice anyvay, so it only seemed natural to me that she vould get in touch."

"She," Webby gasped out, swallowing several times before continuing, her body limp in Magica's arms as the older woman now just cradled her there, "she was so ready to help me, no matter what I had to say...no matter how embarrassing, or even wicked. It was scary at first, not knowing what would happen, but eventually..."

"Eventually ve became friends," Magica murmured, nuzzling her beak against the back of Webby's neck. "Perhaps I am not her mentor in magic, but at least I am her mentor as a voman. And now," she began to help Webby out of the tub, one webbed foot at a time, before turning the younger woman to face her as she continued standing in the shower, "I think it is time my little protégé completed her training. And also time that you," she added with a knowing look at the triplets, "completed yours. Strip!"

Snapping her fingers, Magica's last command was full of all the old, imperious hubris of her days hunting after Uncle Scrooge's First Dime. Huey, Dewey, and Louie traded a look, defiance writ briefly on their faces. Then they turned back to Magica, and Webby, and all resistance instantly vanished as they saw the midnight-tressed sorceress kneeling in the tub, deftly shutting off the water with one hand, while with the other she bent Webby forward, over the tub's rim, causing her pintailed backside to thrust out toward the boys in open invitation.

"Auntie!" Webby whined cutely, looking half in fear and half in arousal over her shoulder. "They can see everything!"

"They'll do a lot more than that!" laughed the wicked witch as she bent her own body over Webby's, resting her cherry red nipples against the small of the younger girl's back, her head right next to Webby's upturned tail as her hands closed over the pert buns of the teen duckling, squeezing them...rolling them...and then spreading them wide, exposing everything for the viewing pleasure of the three watching teenage drakes. "Vell? Vhat do you vant, an engraved invitation? Vebby's told me all her dirtiest fantasies about vhat she vants to do vith the three of you, and, more importantly, vhat she vants you to do to her! So I'm here to make sure it all comes true...oh," she added with a grin so wicked, and yet so seductive, the boys couldn't help but wince at how painfully hard they instantly became, "and perhaps to have a little taste or three of healthy, handsome duckboys myself. Now strip! Ve have no idea how long ve have before your uncle returns from his latest adventure, bringing that meddling Mrs. Beakley vith him!" She glanced down at Webby as she said this last, her smile softening as she patted the younger girl's bum, making the taut, feathery tushie bounce slightly. "No offense intended, my dear. She does mean vell, but that vill hardly help these lovely boys to have their first taste of your little virgin egglayer, now vill it?"

Blinking, Huey scratched his head. While he might be the leader of the triplets, right now he wasn't really sure in what direction he should lead! Looking at his brothers, the red-clothed duck traded bewildered shrugs with Dewey, while Louie rubbed the underside of his beak, obviously thinking hard.

"Well," the green-garbed duck finally concluded, "here goes nothing."

As soon as Louie's jams hit the floor, his brothers hesitated a moment longer, then realized that their own shorts weren't doing such a great job right then keeping their painfully erect penises in check anyway, and promptly followed suit. Magica nodded in approval as she quite openly checked out the teens peeling off shirts and shorts before her, while Webby did the same, though she at least tried to be more discreet about it. While watching, however, Magica was hardly idle, and soon had Webby whimpering softly as she rolled her hand, as skilled in lovemaking as it was in conjuration, into the puffy folds of Webby's moist sex, making sure she was right on the edge of something...big. Something Webby only barely understood, from her own times practicing self-exploration. Something that made her need more!

So caught up with the pleasure she was getting from Magica's hand, Webby didn't even realize that she'd closed her eyes until, with a start, she felt the brief chill following the withdrawal of those wonderful fingers. The chill was replaced almost immediately with the feeling of steaming hot breath, and the young duck immediately turned her head again, her beak dropping open as she saw the boys kneeling behind her, their faces so close to her dripping quim, she could barely see them.

"Huey," she whimpered. "Dewey. Louie." Then she looked up, at Magica's triumphant grin. "Auntie Magica?"

"Hush, child," the sorceress commanded, though not unkindly, keeping one arm wrapped around Webby's waist, the other stroking the younger duck's back, almost like she would have stroked a cat. "I am vorking a spell on these three. Teaching them everything I know about sex all at vonce...phew, exhausting! So I use magic instead; much faster!"

Turning her attention back to the boys, Magica's brow furrowed slightly in concentration as she summoned up the spell energy she needed for her purposes.

"Touch her," she commanded, putting a little of her gathered energy into the words, giving them far greater depth of meaning than could possibly be conveyed through conventional means. Instantly, Huey, Dewey, and Louie blinked, then reached their hands forward.

"Ah!" Webby squealed, wriggling adorably in Magica's grip as she felt the boys squeezing and groping and fondling her pert bottom, letting their hands trail up, to the base of her upturned tail, or down, to where the white of her feathered thighs gave way to the yellow of her lower legs. "OOOOH!"

The teen duckling's squeals rose and fell in pitch and volume with each new sensation as the young duckboys behind her took their time, exploring her naked form in the greatest detail. Soon, though, she was left trembling all over, gasping for breath, as their explorations started to focus inward, zeroing down onto the tense, vulnerable creases of her labia, and the precious treasure they just barely concealed from view. Soon her whole world was hands: hands holding her buns apart; hands and fingers rolling her lower lips open; hands that caressed her needy furrow, where her hymen stood as a vulnerable defense against too-deep exploration; hands that rubbed against her clitoris, already far too sensitive from the teasing Magica had given it earlier. She was squirming on the edge of the tub, her hands clawing at the smooth porcelain, her whole body gyrating this way and that, completely at the mercy of the boys' hands, and the supernatural skill Magica had magicked into them!

"Now," Magica's voice broke into Webby's desperate final attempts to muster her will, to retain her sanity, "taste her!"

There were no words...there just weren't any words for it! At first there was the feeling of feather-light kisses peppering Webby's smooth-feathered bum, as soft as a butterfly's wings. That was only the start, though, and in moments those kisses were delving their way inward, into ever-more-intimate regions, as the boys decided to plunge straight into the unexplored territory of this new, grand adventure. Soon they weren't just kissing, either: they were _sucking_on delicate little nibbles of Webby's sensitive flesh-and-feathers, their three tongues working in concert with their hands, growing ever more bold, ever more skillful as they let themselves be infested with Magica's spell, and the intimate knowledge it conveyed from her besotted mind to their willing and eager grey matter. Casting about with her hands, Webby managed to grab firm hold of a washcloth as Louie's tongue found her scrubbed-clean tailhole, wringing it desperately, then biting down on its yielding terrycloth as Huey and Dewey arched their slim, ribbonlike ducktongues into the crevasse of her cunny.

All three boys were soon trading places, none of them spending more than a few minutes in a single spot, all the better to investigate all of Webby's sweet treasures, the three of them turning their heads one way and then the other as they explored to ensure they missed not one atom that could bring her more pleasure, their eyes heavy-lidded, tongues aching, but never quite able to make themselves stop, despite the fatigue they all felt. The bathroom filled with the luscious sounds of their greedy slurping on Webby's delicious pink parts, and with Webby's own muffled moans as her body was shuddered to its depths with pleasure, moans that soon turned to loud screams that were only just barely contained by the cloth in her tightly-gritted beak!

"That's enough for now," Magica suddenly declared, waving a hand at the boys, who withdrew, letting Webby's body go completely limp in the older woman's grip. "There, there," soothed the sorceress, gently guiding Webby to drape herself over Magica's lap, her chin resting on the edge of the tub on the opposite side, while her legs were splayed, one inside the tub, the other out. "Just rest a little. You've had quite an experience, probably more pleasure than anything you imagined possible. Let me assure you, though: it only gets better from here." Then Magica hesitated, the hand that had been stroking Webby's back teasing up her triangular tail, and then down into the crease of her buns. "Mmm, vell, if I remove the one thing that might cause you some trouble." Her fingers teased against Webby's inner folds, then pushed a little deeper, until they suddenly stopped when they hit a blockage: the maidenhead that had stymied the inward explorations of the boys.

"I'm afraid I can't remove this vithout your permission, Vebby," Magica explained almost apologetically., making Webby tense up a little with every light nudge of those skilled fingers against her last virgin barrier. "It's a vitch thing. Vill you give me your permission? I promise that you vill feel pleasure beyond even vhat you have already experienced. Perhaps more than you can even begin to imagine."

"Yes," Webby managed to gasp out, before her voice caught in her throat when Magica's fingers teased against the younger duck's clitoris.

"Yes vhat?"

"Yes, I give you permission to...to..." Webby struggled to find the words that really conveyed how she felt, and what she really, really wanted. Suddenly they came to her, remnants of one of the raunchy documents Magica had sent by post, something written by an inner city thug with pretensions toward poetry. "To pop my cherry! I want to know everything, Auntie Magica - everything."

"And so you shall," Magica stated enigmatically, with a smile like the Sphinx, before her fingers slipped inward...and right through Webby's hymen.

Perhaps there should have been some pain. Or maybe a lot of pain, Webby wasn't sure. She'd read some things in many of the books she'd explored, and heard some things in locker room conversations at school and Woodchuck Scout Camp, and everything she'd run across said that losing your virginity would hurt. But when Magica's fingers neatly removed Webby's hymen with a single, smooth thrust, there wasn't any pain at all; only pleasure, deep and pure and raw, tingling all the way up and down every one of her nerve endings. Her whole body felt alive, as though she'd been opened up to cosmic mysteries not intended for mere mortals, her senses awakened and tuned perfectly to receive galactic wavelengths, along which were communicated the ultimate secrets of star-kissed ecstasy.

"Good girl," Magica praised her young protégé as she rolled her onto her back, before lifting her slightly, holding the girl's limp form out to the boys as she stared blankly up at the ceiling, a happy, spaced-out smile on her face. "Take her...hmm, to her room, I think. Yes, that vould be best. She'll be most comfortable there, and that vill make everything so much easier for all of you." The dark-haired witch then arched an eyebrow as the triplets each slipped their hands under a part of Webby, with Huey taking her head and shoulders, Dewey her torso and bottom, and Louie her feet. "That, and her room is much cleaner. The state of one's bed is a clear sign of one's suitability for sex, you should know. Just a tip for later, boys."

Blushing at this mild reproof, the triplets carefully carried Webby with the near-perfect unison they'd developed over their years together, being treated as though they were interchangeable, rather than each his own unique person. Somehow Magica took the lead of their little procession, swaying her hips perhaps more than was strictly necessary, just to remind the boys that, while Webby was a beautiful girl, the dark-haired sorceress was a woman, with all the functioning accessories that came with the full package.

So caught up in watching the flow and sway and flex of Magica's buns beneath her upturned tailfeathers, the triplets almost failed to notice when they entered the startlingly pink room of their best friend, Webby. And boy was it pink! Huey, Dewey, and Louie were left blinking a moment at all the frills and bows and assorted stuffed toys neatly positioned around the place, many of them acting as extra cushions for the bed, or for the chairs by the bedside and by the vanity. Despite all his assertions toward stinginess, it was apparent that Scrooge McDuck did have a soft spot for Webby just from looking around the room with its nice furnishings, everything so girly, the triplets could feel the estrogen oozing into their feathers.

"On the bed," Magica instructed, breaking the boys out of their momentary pinkgasm, and soon Webby was blinking as she lay back on the soft topsheets, slowly coming back to herself from the intensity of sensation she'd just experienced. "Now," the sultry witch continued, kneeling before the three young ducks, seating her flawless buns on her web-footed heels, an irresistibly wicked smile on her mesmerizingly beautiful face as she took Huey's and Louie's still-hard cocks in her skilled hands, "you vill need...lubrication, for all the places you vill be putting these fine manhoods.

The triplets couldn't do anything but watch, wide-eyed, as Magica easily took Dewey's penis right to the roots in her flexible beak. Bobbing her head several times, making sure to turn her face to each side on every few bobs, Magica caught and kept the gazes of the three boys, her eyes alone telling them just how much she was loving this, loving sucking on beautiful, boyish cocks. Perhaps she'd cast more spells on them - it was impossible to say - but just watching how Magica "popped" her beak's "lips" on the plump tip of Dewey's white prick whenever she pulled all the way back, or how she stroked her beak down each side of his shaft, one at a time, before slurping messily on his plump sac, before licking her way back up to the tip to thrust her head down to the roots of his penis once again, deep-throating him with each...well, it was almost as though Huey and Louie could feel her doing the same things to them, just from watching it happen to Dewey.

Pulling up and off, making sure to flicker her tongue right into the dripping meatus of Dewey's glans as she did so, Magica turned her head, moving like an expert organist as she shifted Dewey's penis to her suddenly free hand, while engulfing Huey's throbbing member in the same smooth movement. Despite his desire to keep watching Magica's face, Huey couldn't keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as the she-duck worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, and then drew back until just the head was within her fleshy beak, allowing her to suckle right on the tip, putting extra pressure around his corona, until the lead triplet was forced up on tip-toes, spurts of precum copiously coating the back of Magica's throat.

Letting Huey have a chance to catch his breath, Magica shifted her grip once more, and now it was Louie's turn to watch, beak open in pleasured astonishment, as the dark woman wrapped her beak around his cock from the side, stroking him with her mouth much like she'd been doing with her deft fingers, first with her head on one side, then on the other. Finally she seemed to tire of the game, and popped the youngest triplet's cockhead into her mouth, before slowly gyrating her head, the dimples above her plush, white-feathered bottom flexing as she put her whole body into the movement, adding extra pleasure-giving pressure all the way down as she swallowed Louie's heavily-leaking prick, her neck muscles visibly working as he bumped against the back of her throat. If Magica hadn't been magic, there was surely no way she could have done what she did without choking! But she _was_magic, and for someone of her immense experience and power, there was very little she couldn't do.

Turning her head slightly, coming up for air, Magica glanced over as she felt someone kneel on the plush carpet next to her: it was Webby. The teen duckling had recovered, apparently, and now she wanted to see what her mentor was doing, up close and personal. A glance from Magica let Webby know it wasn't time for her to join in, at least not yet. 'Watch and learn,' the look in her eyes said, and Webby knew better than to interfere when an expert was at work...at least until the expert handed everything over to her, for her turn to try out this new and great experience.

Now Magica was working backwards, starting with Louie. Instead of releasing his throbbing shaft from her beak, however, Magica kept bobbing her head, even as she tugged lightly on Dewey's shaft, pulling him closer, close enough that, on one of her downward plunges, the dark-haired she-duck was able to engulf his penis right alongside Louie's. Huey followed quite willingly, all three young drakes wide-eyed and awestruck as they watched Magica bobbing her head faster now, all three of their cocks packed close together, her tongue somehow able to stimulate all of them, despite how thorough her beak was stuffed, her cheeks bulging with so much young, eager prickmeat.

Her hands free to roam, Magica stroked first one boy's bottom, then another, caressing their firm, tight-muscled buns, teasing her fingers downward, from beneath their tailfeathers, all the way to the gluteal crease where the backs of their thighs joined the buttocks. Suddenly she was bobbing her head faster, her neck seeming to bulge almost unnaturally as she started deep-throating not one boy at a time, but all three at once! There was no way the triplets could hold back their united moans, beaks falling open at the most exquisite pleasure washing over them. This was bliss! This just couldn't get any better!

They were wrong.

Turning her eyes onto Huey, Magica almost visibly focused her well on the eldest of the triplets. Catching his heavy-lidded eyes, then keeping his gaze locked with her own, she gripped his bottom tightly in one hand...and then smoothly slid her middle finger into his clenching depths. Instantly, Huey's voice was cut off - there was simply no way to vocalize the rush of pleasure that blasted through his entire body! - as she expertly found his prostate, and showed him exactly what stimulating that extra-sensitive accessory organ could do to a healthy teenage boy. His brothers gasped softly as they felt Huey almost immediately begin to squirt hot cum into Magica's mouth right alongside their own still-thrusting cocks, the semen adding additional lubrication to their own thrusting hips.

Then it was Dewey's turn, and when Magica's finger found his prostate, her other hand grabbing her bottom tightly, squeezing his toned, supple, feathery flesh between her fingers, he almost screamed, it felt so good! The middle triplet's whole body nearly went into convulsions, his hips bucking, jerking uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tensed to their wire-taut limits.

Before Huey and Dewey could even start to soften, Magica's hands found Louie's bum last of all, eagerly mauling the handsome duck-boy's buns until he rose up on tip-toes, reaching out to rest his hands on the seductive witch's black-haired head. For just a moment, she gave the youngest triplet a strong hint of what she'd done to his brothers, and how, as she circled his tailhole with a single digit. That was all the warning he got, however, before he also was wailing loudly at the ceiling, the cry cut off with an embarrassing "QUACK!" as Louie involuntarily reverted to a more instinctual response in the throes of more pleasure than his young body was really intended to endure with his level of experience.

Letting the boys sink slowly to their knees, panting hard as afterglow flowed through their bodies, filling them with a sense of deep satisfaction and wellbeing, as well as a desire to give the same pleasure in return, Magica turned her head, and kissed Webby full on the "lips" of her beak. The young blonde's blue eyes widened as she realized what Magica was doing: the cunning witch was sharing the boys' cum! She'd saved a good mouthful of the stuff, and now stroked it over the younger girl's taste buds with her tongue, the strange caress as well as the heady flavor of the stuff making Webby's whole body shudder from head down to tailfeathers and toes. Magica's hands stroked down Webby's smooth back, then caressed her bottom, letting the toned buns bounce when she momentarily released her grip, only to squeeze and maul them a little longer. Just as Webby was starting to hyperventilate from the older woman's touch, Magica fully released her grip, only to stroke her hands up Webby's body, and over her pert, upthrust breasts, squeezing and then teasing the erect, candy pink nipples, while Webby pursed her lips, her eyes heavy-lidded at the sensations working through her already overstimulated body.

"Put her on the bed, boys," Magica instructed, giving a wickedly seductive smile to the triplets, who Webby saw with a glance had already regained their erections, even as they approached her, their hands easily lifting her, laying her out on the topsheets, then climbing up next to her, their hands stroking lovingly down her smooth, squirming body. "Now...enjoy her. Thoroughly."

Hoisting her knees up onto his shoulders, Huey was the one, once again, to take the lead, this time in pressing his agile beak against Webby's little cunny, and just gnawing on her tender, yielding girlflesh, her squeals of delight at this stimulation sweet music to his ears. Dewey and Louie followed suit, each of them running their hands up and down her supple body, teasing fingers against and then into the grain of her soft white feathers, while their beaks found her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples until Webby could only barely contain herself - she felt as though she were being eaten alive, in all the best ways!

"Mmm," Magica moaned, a hand working between her legs as she stood by the side of the bed, licking her beak as she watched Webby being pleasured by the boys. "Yes, I think that vill do it. She is ready for..."

"W-wait!" Webby suddenly exclaimed, pushing Dewey and Louie aside as she rose up, then closing her legs, forcing Huey to pull away, looking up at her with momentary confusion.

"Vait?" Magica asked with an arched eyebrow. "Vait for vhat?"

"I...well," Webby blushed deeply, sucking on the bottom lip of her beak. "Shouldn't we have some condoms or something? I read all about them in the Junior Woodchuck's Guidebook, and it said...hey!"

At a momentary glance from Magica, Huey grabbed Webby's ankles, pinning them to the bed, while Dewey and Louie did the same with her wrists, spreading her out on the bed. Despite all her struggling, the desperately horny boys were much stronger than poor petite Webbigail, leaving her to wriggle most fetchingly in their grips, putting on a show that only served to arouse them - and Magica - all the more as her pert breasts jiggled with every squirm of her body.

"They aren't to blame, little Vebby," Magica said soothingly, stroking a hand down Webby's supple body, unable to resist licking her beak at the intensely arousing sight of the girl's face, a mix of fear and almost desperate arousal writ there in her expression, with arousal slowly winning out. "I've got them completely under my power now, from the moment they came in my beak. They are enspelled to think that you are completely villing, vhatever they might do to you, and vill interpret any of your struggles as the throes of pleasure, to be held down and rutted into complete submission. But you need have no fear: since they will only do vhat I vant them to do, vith all the skill I have magicked into their minds, I know that you vill _love_every moment of the carnal rutting to come."

"But," Webby got out with a quaver in her voice, shivering all over as the boys rolled her onto her side, Dewey kissing the back of her neck, nuzzling her long blonde hair aside to better reach that tender flesh, while his hands easily ignored all her feeble struggles, to neatly bind her wrists behind her with the washcloth she'd used in the bathroom to bite down her screams of orgasm, "but Magica - they could get me pregnant!"

"That's the whole idea, silly girl!" cackled Magica in wicked glee as the triplets once more pinned her on her back on the bed, this time with just Dewey holding down her shoulders, while Huey and Louie each took an ankle, splaying her out on full display, the boys' throbbing cocks spitting precum in glistening droplets onto her naked feathers. "Vhen you let me claim your virginity, you also gave me power over your body. I've already avakened your vomb, and coaxed three eggs out from your ovaries to be impregnated, one for each of these beautiful boys."

As Webby opened her mouth to speak once more, the look of betrayal on her sweet face too adorable for words, Magica raised her hands over the girl's exposed, vulnerable body. Instantly, bolts of crackling pink lightning arched down in jagged sheets, drawn to Webby's breasts and tender quim as though to a lightning rod, though ample stray bolts played up and down her belly, causing three tiny spheres to become illuminated with every stray flick of the strangely-colored, magical power against her naked flesh. Webby's whole body jerked, her beak parting as she screamed again and again, until her throat felt raw and ragged, her back arching, her legs kicking in the grip of Huey and Louie, while her shoulders thrust upward into Dewey's hands, her head pressed tightly against his thigh. Was she in pain? Was she being lashed with the torments of Hell? No, not at all - the "lightning" that Magica had summoned was simply the visible sign of her control over Webby's body. And she didn't want to hurt Webby, not even a little; she wanted Webby to feel pleasure. That was what the pink lightning was: raw pleasure, pure and undiluted, as only the most talented tantrists might manage to experience after a lifetime spend studying the erotic sutras. All of it jolting straight and true through every one of Webby's nerves, shattering her mind and body with the sweet agony of delicious ecstasy, almost beyond that of a young duck's ability to endure.

If Magica hadn't drawn her hands back, leaving Webby lying there, panting, body flushed, the feathers of her inner thighs matted down tight to her soaked skin, Webby might have lost her sanity for good. As it was, her mind was left reeling on the very edge of total collapse...and yet, at the same time, charged with even more erotic energy, priming her body to experience still more pleasure...so long as that pleasure was of a more fleshy, mortal sort.

"You vere going to ask me vhy," Magica stated, leaning in to quite lovingly kiss Webby's forehead, her hand smoothing back the young duck's golden tresses. "Simply answered: I have needs. You vould not be my apprentice, and yet all vitches must have someone to whom they can pass on their lore and learning, or they vither up and dry out, and turn into moldy old hags with supernatural speed. Vhy do you think all those vitches in stories live all alone, and end up looking old and ugly? That von't happen to me! I've stalled the process with our letters, but it's simply not enough; I need a true apprentice, and soon, or I vill start to age, as I should have long ago." Her expression was compassionate, but still aroused as she nuzzled her beak along Webby's heaving breast and belly, kissing her way as she went.

"Again the question: vhy?" she continued, glancing up at the boys, who just watched, cocks dripping with precum as they watched what their enspelled minds interpreted as consensual lesbian play. "Vhy not have children of my own, and teach them? Because I have the curse of all true vitches, Vebby: my vomb is barren. Vonce you go past a certain point in mystical learning, a voman simply loses her ability to bear offspring. So I needed a host, somevone who I knew vould bear perfect children, the sort that I would love to have as my own. Somevone sveet and pure and lovely in every way. Someone," she cupped Webby's chin with a tender smile, her beak just barely above the younger girl's, "like you, Vebby."

Kissing the girl, slowly and lingering, Magica found her unresisting, and in fact responsive, kissing the older woman back eagerly, unstinting in sharing her tongue with Magica's own questing thrusts. Poor Webby was too drunk on pleasure right then to mount a resistance, her deepest desires winning out over her civilized restraints as her delicate pink nipples rubbed against Magica's dark red ones. Drawing back, Magica stroked her hand once more down Webby's smooth, supple body. Then she stood up to her full height, a smile of cruel erotic malice playing across her face.

"Fill her to the brim with your love," she commanded the boys. "Hold nothing back!"

All restraint and inhibitions long gone, Huey was the first to aggressively assert himself, sliding between Webby's splayed thighs before she fully realized what was happening. Dewey and Louie caught hold of the duck-girl's legs as she ineffectually kicked them to either side of Huey's hips for a short few moments, and easily pulled them back, spreading them wide, until her knees were resting on the bed to either side. Wide-eyed, her breasts heaving fetchingly as she watched Huey stroking his sizable penis, Webby whimpered softly as the eldest triplet guided his cockhead up to her tender labia, nuzzling the flushed lower lips apart. She wanted this, yes, but the thought of having a baby put into her - three babies, if what Magica Despell said was right! - made her squirm desperately even as, slowly, irresistibly, Huey lowered his hips, feeding his length into Webby's cunny right before her eyes, her folds spreading out and then _clenching_down on him, as though eager to accept the potent promise of his masculinity, no matter what Webby's conscious mind might think of the matter.

Watching from the rear - and what a lovely, masculine rear it was, even if it hadn't quite finished its final development - Magica nodded, smiling as she stroked her hands down her body, her fingers finding her own drenched sex at just the moment Huey's fully externalized sac clapped gently against Webby's downthrust, heart-shaped tushie. Mmm, yes...perfect. The scene was one of crystallized perfection, Webby's mouth open wide, head tilted back, cheeks flushed, back arched, breasts squeezed against Huey's trimly-muscled chest. And there was Huey himself, youthful and energetic, but gentle at the same time, looking lovingly down at Webby, his brothers to either side, their expressions just as tender, just as loving...their cocks just as hard!

No, it was simply too much of a shame to let those lovely boyish erections go to waste, not for even a single moment!

"Oooh!" squealed Webby as Huey ground his hips against her yielding flesh, filling the room with slick, squelching sounds as their genital feathers grew damp and matted. "H-Huey!"

"Roll her over," Magica instructed. "You beneath. She's got three holes, after all: it vould be wrong not to make use of all of them at vonce."

Huey's eyes lit up at this suggestion, as did those of his brothers, who traded a brief glance as the older triplet did as he'd been told by Magica, before playing their eyes across Webby's nubile body as the heavily-panting teen duckling found herself suddenly straddling Huey's hips, gravity now sinking him even deeper into her body than before. Their eyes met again, and Dewey and Louie nodded, having made their choices without having to share a single word, even as Huey started to buck his hips, making Webby cry out loudly as she began unconsciously (perhaps from the influence of Magica's powers) to roll her own hips in time with Huey's upward thrusts, arching her chest forward even as his hands went to her breasts, caressing them with loving tenderness.

"Wha-?" Webby suddenly gasped out as she felt another pair of hands on her hips, gripping her from behind. "Louie!" she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder to see the youngest triplet kneeling there. "What are you...oh! Oh my...! That won't...surely it can't...it's much too...Oh! Ooh! OOOOH!"

Still slick from Magica's previous oral attentions, Louie had his cockhead against Webby's tiny tailslit in mere moments, the head popping inside with a light nudge. There must have been some magic in that blowjob (aside from the obvious, of course), because there wasn't any pain, or even discomfort...aside from the feeling of suddenly being very full, as Louie carefully worked his whole length into Webby, stuffing her until she felt more like a goose than a duck!

When Louie's balls were squeezed up against his older brother's, his back pressing against Webby's, she closed her eyes, just trying to focus on breathing. If those two boys started thrusting right then, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep control of herself for very long...maybe no time at all. She'd lose herself to the pleasure...she'd go crazy with it! She just knew she would! Maybe she could persuade them into going easy on her, on not rutting her like lust-crazed animals...and turning her into one at the same time. If only they'd listen, and Magica's powers didn't completely...

Gasping, Webby felt a hand on her head, then another on her shoulder, bending her forward. Louie moved with her movement as her breasts were once more squeezed against Huey's chest, though this time from the opposite direction, the youngest triplet now covering Webby at a slightly downward angle, while still kneeling behind her, all the better to thrust, using gravity to provide leverage to his efforts. Of course - for who else could it be? - it was Dewey in front of Webby, both his hands now going to her head, fingers stroking through her blonde tresses, before finding a firm grip, holding her securely in place. Whining adorably, Webby could only watch as the middle triplet's glans bobbed before her like the muzzle of a gun, then nudged against her beak as he edged his hips forward slightly.

What else could she do? Biting her lower lip for a short while, Webby relaxed her mouth, parting her flexible beak, allowing Dewey's penis to slide smoothly inside, before she pursed her beak, forming a tight seal around his throbbing member. She could feel Dewey's pulse against her tongue as she looked up at him, submission and eagerness written on her face now. Webby had accepted the pleasure that the boys wanted to give to her, and though the thought of her impending impregnation filled her with more than a little trepidation, she accepted them as well, and knew that they did love her, seeing it in their expressions, feeling it in the tenderness with which they handled her body, so careful not to hurt her in any way.

But then Webby suddenly realized that she didn't want the boys to be gentle with her.

"I said to hold nothing back, you silly boys," Magica's words suddenly broke into Webby's thoughts as she wriggled in her position squeezed between the boys, sandwiched and spitroasted. "She doesn't vant you to be gentle! Focus on giving her pleasure, of course, but show her no mercy as you do it."

Tilting her eyes upward, making her expression even more like that of an innocent schoolgirl than usual, Webby saw the triplets trading another of those looks of silent communication, using the secret language that only came from spending many years getting to know someone, or in this case, two someones. Then Louie slowly drew back his hips, Webby's tailhole clinging to his smooth white shaft all the way...and suddenly lunged back into her, his balls slapping loudly against the base of her puffy quim. As he drew back for the second thrust, Huey arched his hips, his strong hands assisting in lifting Webby up, before his balls tapped lightly against Louie's as they thrust into her at the same time, stuffing her more full than she'd thought was possible. Even as her eyes rolled back into her head, Webby couldn't resist looking up at Dewey as the middle triplet gripped her hair tightly, tugging on it a little, almost using the long blonde strands as reins, while he began to pump his own hips, filling Webby's dainty beak the same way his brothers were cramming her cunny and tailhole.

Wringing her wrists together against the Junior Woodchuck knots holding them fast behind her back, Webby's whole world became a shock of raw electric pleasure, every trim, youthful muscle tensing up as her back arched, bottom tightening with the force of the orgasm that jolted through her before she could even begin to prepare. The sheer eroticism of the moment had overwhelmed all her defenses before she'd even had a chance to realize there was a need to defend herself! Huey was stroking his hands up and down her body in time with the rocking motion of his hips and back, making sure to lift her breasts to his beak on every upstroke, all the better to eagerly suck and nibble on her erect pink nipples, every application of pleasure-giving pressure and suction serving to keep Webby's whole body atingle with arousal. Louie, in contrast, was downright savage as he mauled Webby's buns between his fingers, moving them up to her hips every so often just so he could better watch her bottom bounce with every slap of his hips against her swiftly-reddening white-feathered tushie. Finally, every time Dewey's balls impacted her chin, she was forcibly reminded again and again of how _potent_these healthy young drakes were, how virile and copious. That mere thought was enough to make Webby's whole body start to clench down in another sudden orgasm, driven onward by the feeling of complete submission having Dewey gripping her hair so forcefully gave her, a naughty thrill right in the pit of her stomach...or perhaps her soon-to-be filled womb.

Realizing her danger with sudden clarity as the boys started to speed up, hard jets of precum splashing against her inner walls and across her tongue, Webby desperately shook off the daze of orgasmic pleasure that had momentarily stolen all her will, and began to squirm almost frantically. If Huey came inside her, she was going to get_pregnant_! Casting her eyes about, she saw Magica frantically masturbating on the floor nearby, her thighs splayed wide as she teased her own pink lightning over her flawless, white-feathered body, flicks of erotic magic flashing out to tickle her erect clitoris every few moments. Those heavy-lidded, long-lashed eyes met Webby's blue ones, and the poor doomed duckteen tried desperately to reach out to her would-be mentor with her mind, to communicate through her eyes.

Please! She begged with steadily heightening desperation as she felt her own pleasure starting to peak for a third time, right as the boys began plowing her like unstoppable machines, grunting with every thrust, a clear signal of their own impending eruptions. Please, Magica! Save me! Don't let them get me pregnant! Don't...oh no, she couldn't hold back the whimper as she saw Magica grin widely, pointing one hand toward Webby, who suddenly felt the pink glow that settled over her own sex, starting with her clitty, and soon covering every little pink place. No, please, not that! NOOOOOOO!

That was the last coherent thought Webby had just before Magica's other hand crackled with pink electricity once again, which blasted out over the cruel witch's overstimulated sex. At the same time, Webby felt the exact same sensations Magica was enjoying burst upon her own consciousness - burst upon, and utterly annihilate, as the stimulation proved too much for the poor, innocent teen. Orgasm wracked her very soul, even as Magica wailed as loudly as Webby wished she could, sharing the same sense-shattering sensations, just as though she were a freshly-deflowered virgin enjoying such pleasures for the very first time. At the same time, she shared with Webby the almost overpowering pleasure that only experience could grant, by training your body over time and with much practice to enjoy it most perfectly.

Overwhelmed with so much stimulation, the splash of Huey's cum in her cunny as he came right along with her was just another part of the experience. Briefly, Webby was aware of a red glow from her tummy as the egg Magica had specially set aside for Huey was fertilized, but she soon forgot about such trivialities as she closed her eyes, all the better to savor the taste of Dewey's thick, creamy semen as it gushed across her tastebuds, her throat working as fast as she could so as not to waste a single drop. Louie, messy boy that he was, pulled out halfway through his orgasm, spraying the rest of it across Webby's buns and back, coating her feathers in droplets of white. Fortunately for Webby, she was a duck, and even sticky, gooey messes like that wouldn't stay for long on her feathers, but all the same, it made her feel dirty...and, somehow, that just made the pleasure that settled over her in a warm glow all the more wonderful.

Limp as a the washcloth the boys now untied and tossed casually onto the floor by the bed, Webby was still gasping for breath when Dewey crawled around her, and gripped her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder as he rolled her onto her side. Her breath was almost immediately stolen with a gasp_as the middle brother slid smoothly into her well-lubricated cunny, his husky voice moaning loud in her ear as he bent over her, stretching her leg like a gymnast's as he hugged it tight against his chest. Breasts jiggling with every thrust, Webby no longer felt any desire to resist; after all, she was already knocked up. Now she might as well complete the set. Somewhere, feeling as though it were a long way away, even though she knew she had to be looking at something taking place right by the bedside, Webby could see - and hear! - Magica happily bouncing and gyrating on the laps of Huey and Louie, both of them stuffed inside her well-trained quim, their hands roaming her sultry body eagerly. Feeling Webby's eyes on her, Magica glanced over at the younger duck with a naughty smirk that said more than words: _Just keeping them warm for you, darling.

Then Webby didn't have time for thoughts, as Dewey started to thrust against her, his breathing ragged in her ear as he rode her sideways, rolling his hips with every buck of his hips. Crying out loudly, Webby clawed at the bed, arching her back like a cat as her trim tummy tensed, her inner muscles similarly clenching and flexing around the invading organ, eagerly pulling him inward, coaxing him to deliver his precious load. With such an invitation, how could he resist? Already charged with sexual energy from the fellatio Webby had given him, Dewey didn't even try to hold back, and within minutes, Webby's tummy started to glow with a bright blue light, marking her as having an egg claimed by the second triplet.

The last breeding took place on the floor. Determined not to be shown up by that witch, Webby let what little remained of her inhibitions fly to the winds, and crawled forward, wiggling her sweet tushie like a puppy as she nudged the boys to the side only moments after they finished inside Magica's pussy, and greedily plunged her beak into the cum-leaking gash, licking and slurping hungrily as she cleaned her mentor's slit. Magica's dark eyes went wide at this unexpected stimulation, and, caught off guard, she arched her back, her hands just barely holding her up as she leaned backward, beak toward the ceiling as she gave voice to the pleasure her eager young protégé was bringing her.

Presented with Webby's wiggling hiney as the teen ducky ate out Magica's gushing sex, Louie didn't even bother trying to resist. Instead, he seized Webby's buns tightly in his hands, and plowed into her with a will, gritting his beak tightly as she immediately clamped down on him, making every movement take all Louie's effort - he had to mean it if he was going to hump that sweet hiney! So...he did!

Breasts once more bobbing, though now pointed downward instead of to the side, and feeling her tushie bounce as well with every loud slap of Louie's hips against her supple, yielding flesh, Webby looked up at Magica. They shared the same look of flush-cheeked pleasure. Perhaps Webby should have felt some resentment toward the older, more experienced woman, but somehow...somehow she just couldn't bring herself to hate Magica Despell. After all, she'd known perfectly well what sort of woman Magica was when she'd first started her correspondence. More than that, though, she felt sorry for Magica, now that she finally understood why the beautiful witch was using Webby in such a carnal manner. Webby had something that Magica needed, and, despite herself - despite everything that had passed between them - as she considered the matter in the pleasure-soaked haze following so many orgasms, she'd long ago lost count, Webby forgave Magica...forgave her, and found that, in her heart of hearts, she loved the wicked older woman, in her own special way. Perhaps it wasn't the sort of love she felt for her Grammy or Uncle Scrooge, and it wasn't quite like the budding romantic feelings she had for Huey, Dewey, and Louie, but it was love all the same. Love, and acceptance.

Gasping as she felt Louie's cum splash inside her, Webby lifted her head, looking straight into Magica's eyes. The dark-haired woman blinked, trepidation on her face, as Webby started to slowly crawl up her body (slow so as to let Louie keep up, his cock staying buried to the hilt in Webby's clenching cunny all the way as he kept on thrusting, tension writ on his handsome young face), resting her hands on Magica's breasts, her belly close to Magica's even as it began to glow green with the light of Louie's impregnation.

"Vebby, I-" Magica began, for the first time showing a hint of remorse as she looked into the face of the young duck she'd betrayed. But Webby cut off the older woman's words, whatever they might have been, with a tender kiss, wrapping her arms around Magica even as Louie's penis popped free of her still-pulsing, well-stretched sex, the last few squirts of his cum once again splashing on her white-feathered back.

Feeling Webby's tongue against hers, Magica let her eyes close, her shoulders relaxing as she returned the kiss, letting Webby be the dominant one now. Her hands rose, and began to caress the younger girl's trim, taut tummy, even as she started to kiss down the underside of Webby's beak, and then to her breasts.

"Vhat you have, I ask that you freely give," she murmured, the touch of her hand causing a soft glow to once again shine from the teen's tummy, a glow made of three lights now, red, blue, and green. And then joined by a fourth, a pink light, tinged with purple.

"What I have, I freely give," Webby answered, looking down between kisses to Magica's forehead and each of her eyelids. One by one, she watched as the lights winked out, and then almost instantly shone again...but this time from Magica's belly, rather than her own. "Oh Magica..."

"Shh," Magica said soothingly lying back on the plush carpet with Webby beside her, cradled close to her bosom. "I von't leave just yet. Ve can stay here for a vhile...safe...together."

Webby felt the boys join them, but she didn't see them lie down next to her, hugging her close in a gentle, loving cuddlepile. She couldn't, of course: her face was buried between the full breasts of Magica Despell.

Of course the moment couldn't last forever. That was just the harsh reality of the matter. Magica Despell was still Scrooge McDuck's enemy, and Webby knew perfectly well that her Grammy, Mrs. Beakley, would never approve for even one moment of the shenanigans she'd gotten up to, and still intended to get up to, with the older woman...and with her three new lovers.

Then again, Webby mused to herself with a secret smile as she felt Huey's penis resting against her naked back, while Dewey's pressed against her thigh, and Louie's lay across Magica's hip, just a short distance from her hand, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.