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Once upon a time there lived a family of three squirrels. They lived a happy and idyllic life in the woods, far from any towns or cities, in a house which the father, a woodcutter, had built with his own two hands. His two children were Hansel, a boy, and Gretel, a girl. Hansel was a bit on the plump side, whereas Gretel was thinner than her brother; both of them had luxurious blonde hair. Hansel's was short and wavy, whilst Gretel's was curly and kept in a pair of pigtails. Gretel was wearing a short dirdl, a traditional German girl's dress with a white apron on the front, whilst Hansel wore lederhosen that was a bit too tight on his pudgy hips, and a white shirt.

One day on a trip to town to sell wood, their father returned home with a new young wife, a primping, self-absorbed cat, who the siblings immediately took a disliking to. The feeling was more than mutual. Their stepmother immediately took control of the household, henpecking their weak father. The evil stepmother tried to bully her husband into kicking Hansel and Gretel out.

He meekly refused, telling her to wait until he could properly prepare them for their lives out in the real world... until that winter, food became scarce in the forest. About the only thing the family had a large supply of was firewood. The woodcutter's wife used this to her advantage. She told her husband she and him would starve if Hansel and Gretel remained with them. Especially Hansel, as the plump squirrel boy tended to unthinkingly eat more than he needed to. The woodcutter was told to take them out into the deepest, darkest part of the woods and abandon them.

Again he pleaded for them to stay, at least until the first of spring, refusing to abandon his children to freeze to death. The stepmother relented at last, but insisted that her husband be rid of them by spring. All throughout the winter, as the family barely scraped by on their scarce food supplies, the woodcutter struggled to educate the two budding adults, but it was slow going, especially with Hansel. Gretel was eager to learn, and, although there was not much time to teach her everything about the world - their father avoided the topic of sex altogether - she did retain almost everything the woodcutter taught them in that brief timespan. Hansel, while no idiot, and a clever boy in his own right, had difficulty paying attention, and as a result retained almost nothing. The exasperated woodcutter decided that Gretel would need to look out for her brother.

Spring came. The woodcutter had wanted to tell his children why he had been trying to educate them, because he was being made to abandon them, but his wife had forbidden it, as she knew the two children would beg to stay. And so when the time came, the woodcutter told Hansel and Gretel he was taking them for a ride in the countryside, and the two jumped for joy, completely unaware of their father's true plans for them. They clambered into the back of the wagon their father normally used to transport wood to town, and waved goodbye to their smirking stepmother. Their father took them deep into the woods, farther than either of them had ever been.

Gretel began getting suspicious. She didn't suspect her father of any ill intent, and yet, she could sense something was amiss. Especially when the wagon ride went on into nightfall. Hansel fell asleep beside her, and lay his head in her lap. She miled and stroked through his hair. Turning, she looked at their father.

"Father, where are we going?" she asked. "It's late. Shouldn't we turn back?"

"We will," the woodcutter lied. It was the first thing he had even said to her since they'd left. He sounded sad. "Just go to sleep like your brother, and we'll be back home before you know it."

Gretel, despite her suspicions, was feeling tired, and so closed her eyes and fell asleep in the back of the wagon. Both children were soon sound asleep. Their father eventually stopped the wagon in the middle of a dark clearing somewhere in the forest. Hopping out, he gently picked up the two sleeping forms and deposited them onto the soft earth. Unwilling to be completely cruel, he left two lunch pails with the children, and then, wanting to leave before he became too upset, jumped back onto the wagon and rode off into the night. Hansel and Gretel slept soundly, unaware they had just been left in the middle of nowhere.

~*~

The next morning, Hansel awoke first. He sat up, stretched, and yawned, and then gasped as he realized where they were. Or more specifically, where they weren't. They were in a sunny clearing in a part of the woods he had never seen before, and most certainly not their home. Confused, he turned and gently shook the sleeping form of his sister beside him.

"Gretel," he whispered. "Gretel, wake up!"

She mumbled and rolled over onto her stomach, still asleep. Hansel shook her harder. Finally, she awoke, sitting up and shoving him away.

"Stop it!" Gretel said, then blinked as she, too, noticed where they were. "Where are we?" she asked.

"I was going to ask you that!" her brother said. Turning, he saw the lunch pails. Grabbing the nearest one, he opened it and inspected the contents. Cheese, nuts and bread. "We have food, at least," he told Gretel, showing her the pail.

Gretel knocked it away in a small fit of anger. Not at him, but at their father. Now, his harried attempts to teach them life lessons made sense. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Hansel, chastened, looked at his sister in confusion and concern.

"What is the matter?" he asked. He laid a hand on Gretel's shoulder.

"We have been abandoned!" Gretel said.

Hansel gasped, recoiling in shock. "No!" he cried. "No, we can't have been! Father would never--"

"But he did!" Gretel insisted, tears flowing freely from her eyes.

Hansel still refused to believe it. Getting to his feet, the plump squirrel boy ran hither and thither through the surrounding woods, calling for his father desperately. Gretel remained where she was, hugging her knees to herself, slowly burning with anger, at her father and the horrible woman he had married. Gretel knew their stepmother was at the root of all of this, though, and reserved the majority of her fury for her. Getting up, she dusted off her short dress, and then called to Hansel, who was still noisily tramping through the nearby bushes, fruitlessly yelling for their father.

"Hansel, come back," she yelled, wiping her tears away. "Do not wander off. You'll get lost."

After a few moments, her brother returned, looking weary and defeated. He had stopped crying, but couldn't look more afraid and betrayed if he tried. "Why?" he demanded to know. "Why did father do this?"

"You know why," Gretel said harshly.

Hansel winced. "Oh, her," he said meekly. "She always hated us, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did, and now she's persuaded father to leave us out here to die!"

"Well, we have food," insisted Hansel, trying to be optimistic. He picked up the lunch pail Gretel had knocked away and began collecting the spilled contents. He nibbled a piece of cheese. "We'll be all right."

"At the rate you eat, the food will be gone in a day," Gretel growled.

She immediately regretted this when she saw her brother's fresh tears. He didn't understand, she reminded himself. Their dire situation was far beyond his depth. She opened her arms to him. Hansel rushed forwards and hugged his sister tightly, shivering. She hugged back, telling him it would be all right, and she was sorry for being so mean to him just then. He accepted her apology and the two of them tried to decide what to do next.

"Now what?" asked Hansel.

"We need to try and find our way home," Gretel said, going and picking up the second lunch pail.

"Home?" cried Hansel. "But father threw us out!" He seemed to think that, as unfair as it was, their father was justified in his actions. After all, he was their father, and father's word was final. The thought of being disobedient and returning never entered into the boy's mind. He had always been daddy's little boy. "He'll be mad if we return!"

"I don't care," said Gretel. "Let him be mad. And... her, too! She can throw a fit for all I care!" she hissed. Gretel had always been more independent than her sibling. She felt their father had wronged them, and was intent upon returning home to confront both him and their stepmother now that the true extent of her hatred for the two of them had been exposed. "Don't you want to go home...?"

"I, well," stammered Hansel, "yes..."

"Then let's go!" said Gretel resolutely.

Smoothing out her short dress, she headed off. Hansel followed her. The two followed the tracks of their father's wagon for as far as they went but eventually lost the trail in more rocky areas. It wasn't long before they were lost again, and had no clue which direction to go in. Despite her determination, Gretel was beginning to succumb to the full despair of their situation, when suddenly her brother got an idea. He pulled the bread from his lunch pail.

"Look, Gretel," he said, tearing off little pieces and tossing them to the ground. "If I leave a little trail of bread crumbs like this, we'll know where we've been. That way we'll know if we accidentally go in a circle!"

He grinned, obviously proud of himself. Gretel smiled at him. Yes, he could be childishly oblivious at times, but occasionally, Hansel had an ingenius idea. She told him not to use such big pieces, though, or they'd run out of bread very quickly. Getting her own bread out of her pail, Gretel joined him in leaving the small trail, placing the crumbs every so often and making sure they were visible. A few times, they did accidentally double back, but Hansel's bread crumb trail was there to tell the two squirrels, and so they tried a different direction. It was slow going, but as the day wore on, Hansel and Gretel honestly felt as though they were making progress.

Hansel's appetite was proving a mild concern. He left the bread alone, but it wasn't long before his nuts and cheese were all gone. Gretel sighed. If worst came to worst, she'd ration her food out for them. She'd endure his whining and complaining. He needed to learn not to eat so much so quickly. Gretel decided that whatever happened to them, she was going to have to put her brother on a diet before he went from pleasantly plump to flat-out fat.

They eventually came to a small dirt path in the woods. "Look!" cried Hansel. "A path! We can follow it home!"

"Or to some town," added Gretel hopefully.

As they headed down the path, they met a young fox girl in a red cape and hood coming the other way, a picnic basket slung over one arm. She looked the same age as them. She seemed surprised to them. Likewise, Hansel and Gretel stopped short. For a moment the three simply stood there staring at one another, then, cautiously, they approached each other. The fox was the first to speak.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully.

"Hello," said Gretel. "I'm Gretel, and this is my brother Hansel. Who are you?"

"I'm Little Red Riding Hood," the girl said.

Hansel and Gretel exchanged glances. The name was quite a mouthful.

"I'm on my way to my grandmother's house with this basket of goodies to give to her." She indicated the picnic basket.

Hansel's eyes lit up. Gretel elbowed him in his pudgy side, making him wince. He grinned nervously and rubbed where she'd hit him, getting the point and feeling ashamed for coveting someone else's gift for their grandmother. Little Red Riding Hood didn't seem to notice this exchange, or, if she did, was too polite to say anything.

"Would you two like to come?" she asked.

Again, Hansel looked eager, but Gretel explained their situation, but was tactful enough to avoid mentioning their abandonment by their father. Instead, she simply told Little Red Riding Hood that she and her brother were lost and trying to find their way home, or, at least, to somewhere safe and dry. Even in their current predicament, Gretel was leery of imposing on this friendly girl and her grandmother.

"Well," said Little Red Riding Hood, "there's a small village a few miles from here. It's where my mother lives. If you just follow this path, back the way I came, you'll find it."

Hansel and Gretel smiled and nodded their thanks. However, as they turned to go, Little Red Riding Hood stopped them, grabbing Gretel's arm gently in a gesture of friendly warning. Hansel also stopped and turned, blinking.

"Just don't go into the gingerbread house!" she said.

"Gingerbread house?" said Hansel, spinning around, wanting to know more.

Gretel shushed him. "Why not?" she asked Little Red Riding Hood.

"A mean old witch lives there!" said the fox. "She captures kids, young and old, and does horrible things to them!"

Gretel found this a bit difficult to believe. She'd been a bit incredulous at the mention of a gingerbread house, but a witch? Even Hansel, despite a gingerbread house being something out of his wildest dreams, seemed to take this with a grain of salt. Little Red Riding Hood was insistent, though. Crossing her arms, Gretel eyed her.

"How come no one has brought her to justice yet?" she asked, smirking a little.

"I told you," said Little Red Riding Hood, "she's a witch and nobody's been able to prove anything!" She could see how skeptical the two squirrels looked, however, and sighed. "Fine, don't believe me. But just stay away from that house. Don't even go near it. Trust me. Even if you don't believe me about the witch, I mean it when I say a bad person lives there."

Even though Hansel and Gretel still didn't believe her, Gretel could see she was at least being sincere, and nodded her thanks.

"Just keep heading into the village and you'll be fine. It isn't far from the gingerbead house."

"All right," said Gretel.

"Bye!" Little Red Riding Hood said cheerfully, and then skipped off merrilly.

Gretel turned and headed off down the path. Realizing Hansel wasn't following her, she turned and saw he was eying the retreating form of Little Red Riding Hood. She chuckled and grabbed his arm, tugging him along with her.

"Still thinking about that basket of goodies, brother dear?" she gently chided. "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of goodies in the village. Or, if we're lucky, maybe you can eat that gingerbread house. If the witch doesn't get you."

At this, the squirrels looked at one another and burst out laughing. They covered their mouths, suddenly thankful Little Red Riding Hood was out of earshot. They didn't want the helpful and friendly fox to hear them making fun of her story. They continued on their way. The path wound aimlessly through the forest for a long time. Suddenly, as they crested a small hill, they saw it. A gigantic house made entirely of gingerbread. Hansel and Gretel's jaws dropped. They approached it, cautiously, not leaving the path, which, Gretel was keen to notice after recovering from her shock and disbelief, continued on past the gingerbread house. Off in the distance, she could see a small town. She and Hansel stopped and looked over the big house.

It wasn't just made out of gingerbread. Gingerbread comprised most of its outer building materials, yes, but it was held together with cookie dough and licorice at the seams, the roof shingles were made of chocolate chip cookies coated in cake frosting, and the window shutters were made from flaky strawberry wafers. A graham cracker path lined with candy canes that had lanterns dangling from them led up to the front door. It gleamed in the late afternoon sunshine, the entire house sparkling with a rich coating of sprinkles and sugar.

Gretel felt her mouth water, but then snapped back to her senses suddenly, a cold chill filling her. Little Red Riding Hood had been telling the truth about the house, it seemed. And if the house was real, what of its supposed occupant? Gretel wasn't sure about witches, but Little Red Riding Hood had been adamant a terrible person lived her nonetheless. As delicious and tempting as this house was, she thought it wise to er on the side of caution and simply bypass it. Unfortunately for both of them, her poor, impulsive brother had other ideas. Gretel was turning to tell Hansel they should stop staring and move on, when she saw the look in her brother's eyes.

"Hansel," she warned him. "Hansel, no!"

He did not seem to hear her. He drooled. His greatest boyhood fantasies had come true. An entire house made out of gingerbread and candy. His stomach growled audibly. Suddenly, he broke into a run and charged towards the house. Gretel yelled after him but he ignored her, racing up the graham cracker pathway to the front of the house. Gretel sighed and chased after him. She had to get him back before he did something stupid! Luckily, she was faster than him, and managed to catch up to him fairly quickly. Hansel yelped and fell flat on his face as Gretel grabbed his tail, stopping him short.

"Ow!" he cried. He sat up and glared at his sister. "What was that for?" he demanded.

"Sshhh!" Gretel whispered, a finger to her lips. "Not so loud! If the gingerbread house is real, what about the witch?"

Hansel stood up and laughed, holding his pudgy belly as he did so. "Gretel, don't tell me you believe that!" he giggled. "Little Red Riding Hood was just trying to scare us. She wants this gingerbread house all to herself!"

Gretel admitted this was possibility. Still, she felt something in the pit of her stomach which told her they needed to leave, and quickly. "Maybe, but first let's go to that village down the trail and--"

Hansel was already turning away from her and approaching the house. "We will," he assured her, "but I want some snacks!"

He then grabbed a big jelly bean and a gummi bear off of the gingerbread side. He stuffed them into his lunch pail. He started grabbing handfuls of the soft candied side of the house and filling the pail to overflowing. Gretel was suddenly disgusted by his gluttony.

"Fine," she said, "but let's take this and go..."

There was soft movement near one of the windows, and slowly the door to the gingerbread house swung open. Neither of the squirrels noticed at first. Standing there was a tall, rather lovely-looking lizard woman, her long prematurely white hair braided up behind her and a few of the strands still hanging along her face and down over her supple breasts. Her hourglass figure was lightly covered in a simple black gown with sheared sleeves and a small belt about her hips. Her eyes, a lovely gold, narrowed a bit at the sight of Hansel digging his fingers into her house and taking it apart piece by piece.

"Excuse me, children," she said. "Please stop taking apart my house."

The two of them spun, Hansel hiding his pail full of ill-gotten goodies behind his back. Gretel's eyes widened. The lizard woman's frown slowly turned to a sweet smile as she took a step towards the pair of squirrels.

"The witch!" whimpered Hansel.

The lizard blinked a bit in surprise at this and put on a hurt expression, setting a hand between her plump breasts. "W-Witch?" She gave a little pout, eyes glazing with tears. "Wh-What would make you say such a terrible thing?"

Gretel stepped forwards bravely. "A little girl we met on the path told us a witch lived here."

The lizard looked confused for a moment at this and sighed, stepping back a bit and sitting herself down on the edge of one of her steps, chin resting in her hand. "Oh, that silly rumor. I swear, you build one candy house and everyone thinks that you are just up to no good."

"I, well... I'm sorry if I offended you, then, miss," said the young male squirrel.

The female reptile looked up at the two of them and noticed the pail full of goodies peeking out from behind Hansel's back. Her mood changed instantly. "You two must be starved."

"Oh, yes ma'am!" said Hansel and he sheepishly held up the pail. "S-Sorry."

"Please forgive me brother," said Gretel. "He thinks with his stomach too much."

"Here, why don't I bring you inside and get you some real food?" suggested the lizard.

She smiled and started rattling off a list of what she had in the house, tasty, warm good, enough to fill up a small army. Or a hungry squirrel boy. Hansel's tummy growled, eyes lighting up at the mention of everything the woman had to eat. He was sold. Gretel seemed a little unconvinced and suspicious, all things considered, but admitted to herself it was probably true this woman wasn't really a witch. A candy house she could believe. She could see it and touch it. But witches seemed far-fetched to her. Gretel gave her brother a little hug and a nuzz, feeling as though they'd been saved at last.

The lizard woman smiled as she saw Hansel's face light up like that and looked over at Gretel. "Oh, sweetie, you both look so tired, too. I think that after you get a good meal, we will wash you up and get into some ncie, warm beds."

She stood, lightly dusting herself off and starting up the stairs towards the front door, which Hansel and Gretel could now see was apparently made out of honey comb. She glanced back at the pair, opening the door for them and bowing lightly.

"After you."

Hansel smiled thankfully at her. "Thank you!" he said and hurried inside.

Gretel called after him. "Hansel!" She smiled and giggled a little at her brother's overeager antics. "Yes, we are tired, we've been walking all day. Again, sorry about Hansel, he can be a bit rude, sometimes." She walked inside after him.

"Oh, please, don't worry yourselves," the lizard said. "I adore children. Of all kinds." She closed the door behind them, licking her lips a tiny bit before following after them and lightly touching Gretel's back, stroking it. "What are two sweet little things like you doing wandering about in the nasty old woods this time of day, anyway? Shouldn't you be at home with your mother and father?"

"We're lost." Gretel wasn't sure she ought to discuss how their father abandoned them.

Hansel, though, was a bit less tactful. "Our father left us in the woods," he said. He frowned.

The woman gave a little fasp of surprise, setting a hand to her lips. "He just left you out in the woods? Doesn't he know how dangerous that is for little ones of your age?"

"We were heading home. Gretel wants to yell at him." Hansel giggled, finding the mental image amusing. "I'm Hansel, by the way!"

"No," said the lizard. "No, no. That is not acceptable." She moved, carefully pulling the two squirrels towards her and hugging them to her. "I will not let you go back to someone who would be so careless as to just leave you behind. He doesnt deserve such sweet children. So you can stay here with me."

Gretel smiled a little, finding the woman's sympathy a nice change from her horrible stepmother. However, the mention of remaining at the gingerbread house seemed to set off some alarm bells. She shook her head.

"That's nice of you, but we really should go home to our father," Gretel said. "It isn't all his fault. He only did it because our stepmother made him."

"Aw, come on, Gretel," whined Hansel, "I like it here. She's nice!" He smiled and snugged the lizard.

Gretel relented slightly, smiling and hugging the lizard gently, still unsure about the offer, but grateful for her kindness to them so far nonetheless. The lizard giggled softly at the snuggling from the little squirrels, kneeling down a bit more and nuzzling the two of them back.

"Well then, Gretel, how about this?" she suggested. "You can stay with me for a time and, if you should feel later that you still want to go home, I will let you leave."

Gretel mulled this over and decided it was fair. After all, they didn't know exactly where they were in relation to their home, and so she decided the gingerbread house was as good as any of the houses down in the village. She nodded and smiked. "Sure. That is all right with me."

The lizard clucked her tongue a bit. "Oh, I almost forgot! My name is Millicent." She stood, giving another sweeping little bow. "But you can call me Milli."

"Pleased to meet you, Milli," Gretel said, taking the ends of her dress and doing a little curtsy in greeting.

"Yes, pleased to meet you!" added Hansel, smiling and doing a gentlemanly little bow to match his sister's manners.

"Now then, why don't we see about those hungry tummies?" Millicent suggested.

Hansel grinned and rubbed his belly. "Mmm! Food! I mean..." He couged and smiled sheepishly, trying to be more polite. "I'd love that very much, Milli."

Millicent nodded, leading the pair into a large kitchen. There was a huge oven on one wall and lots of cooking utensils about. It looked like she had been baking and there was a pile of cookies on one plate set off to the side. The smell of roast suckling pig filled the room and the two children smelled the air and their mouths watered. Hansel spied the plate of cookies and reached for it but Gretel, with a playful little smile, smacked his hand, whispering that he'd spoil his dinner. Her desire to put him on a diet was resolute. He smiled and rubbed his hand.

Millicent hummed quietly as she walked over to her wall oven, putting on an oven mitt and opening it. "Why don't you dearies taking a seat and I will serve up some supper."

Hansel and Gretel sat at a table as the lizard removed a large roast pig from inside of the oven. They watched Millicent walk to the counter and begin to slice up the pig, putting the pieces on plates for the children. From there, she put down warm buttered corn and mashed potatoes, greens and warm, thick gravy. The two children waited patiently for their supper; yes, even Hansel, who was trying to be polite.

"It's not much, I had only been thinking about feeding myself, this week," she admitted, "but this should be more than enough for you two." She set the plates in front of them and lightly kissed the tops of their heads. "Enjoy, little darlings."

They did not complain. It was more food than they'd ever dreamed off, the woodcutter's family having been quite poor even when he was successful. The children had never starved, but never had a feast like this! After thanking Millicent and emphatically saying it was more than enough, the two dug in and began eating their meal. Gretel ate a little less daintily than she usually did, but still politely; Hansel basically crammed everything in. He used his silverware, at least, but inhaled everything.

Millicent giggled softly at this, sitting at the end of the table and putting her chin into the palm of her hand as she did so. "My, my, such healthy appetites. I will have to find a way to help you work all of that off!" She laughed, thinking about it for a moment and lightly tapping Hansel on the nose. "Maybe you can help me with something while your sister takes her turn in the bath. I need help with the dishes. You think you would be up to that?"

Hansel swallowed a huge mouthful and nodded. "Sure!"

Gretel giggled a little, the idea of Hansel working off any of this meal seeming difficult to believe. She then noticed Millicent wasn't eating. "Aren't you going to have any, Milli?"

"I was raised to think it's rude of a hostess such as myself to eat before her guests are finished," the lizard responded. As the two resumed their eating, she, unseen, softly touched one of her breasts with a little groan, giggling softly as she got up and pointed a long, thin finger at them. "Save some room, though, darlings. I have a bit extra for you two to nibble on. A dessert, if that is all right."

Their eyes lit up at the mention of dessert, even Gretel's. They finished their meals and wiped their mouths as their plates were taken away. Millicent hummed quietly as she walked back over with two cupcakes. They appeared to be chocolate with sweet vanilla grosting and red cherries resting on top of them. These she placed in front of both squirrels.

"One for each of you," she said.

Gretel smiled at them. She wasn't normally one for sweets despite being tempted by the gingerbread house earlier, but these cupcakes looked absolutely delicious. Despite feeling already pleasantly full, she took it and began to nibble it lightly, finding it tasted so good, and started eating it more earnestly. Hansel, meanwhile, started nomming his without a second thought, stuffing it into his hungry mouth and eating it in a few quick, greedy bites. Both of them are left with frosting on their fingers and lips.

Gretel finished hers with a dainty gulp, and she wiped her fingers and mouth off on a napkin. Hansel followed his sister's example - to a point - and wipeed his mouth clean with his napkin, but couldn'r resist his usual slovenly ways entirely and so sucked the frosting off his fingers first. He definitely needed to be taught better manners someday. The two siblings then leaned back in their chairs, tummies pleasantly full. They sighed in unison.

Millicent smiled in response to this, tenderly moving to take away the plates the cupcakes had rested on. She was smirking in an unusual manner. It had not been ordinary cupcakes she given the two little squirrels. Soon, they'd begin taking effect.

"There you are, my darlings." Millicent said. "It's wonderful to see you both so happy and full. Now then, Gretel, sweetest? The guest washroom is just down this hall and on the far left at the end. It has a big claw-footed tub and it will already have hot water waiting in it for you to wash up with. Take your time."

Gretel smiled and nodded her thanks. "All right. I do need a bath."

Rising from the table, she headed off to the bathroom. Millicent waved after her, glancing over at the boy and slowly moving over and touching his shoulder to get his attention. Hansel blinked as she touched his shoulder, and suddenly felt something bizarre beginning to overcome him. His hands went to his groin where he groped himself.

Millicent felt her mouth watering. She knew her cupcake was taking affect now from the way the boy was acting. He gasped and blinked in surprise and confusion, feeling his lederhosen grow tighter around him as his young cock stiffened and started to fill it out slowly. Millicent grinned. It was one of her favorite tricks to pull, honestly - working one of her spells on the cupcake mix to enhance the dormant hormones in children and speed up their budding sex drives. This would usually leave her subjects - her victims - witless fools while the enchanted pastry made them crazed for any kind of sexual contact and willing to do anything she told them to get it.

So it was with young Hansel, the young blonde squirrel squirming and grabbing at the front of his little lederhosen as the front began bulging outwards with an erection he was far too young for. Millicent leaned down to him, making sure the little squirrel boy could peak down the top of her dress.

"Are you all right, Hansel?" she asked with poisonous sweetness. "Do you need something?"

"I... feel funny..." he gasped. "I... I... I wanna..."

He turned and stared down her dress. His cock throbbed harder, the boy whimpering and his brow sweating a little. He suddenly began undoing the suspenders of his lederhosen, getting up out of his chair and starting to undress himself, suddenly wanted to be naked. He didn't know why. He just felt he had to.

Millicent - the witch - sat back against the side of the table, watching him as he struggled out of his clothes finally, standing there nude in front of her, looking down at his erection and blushing hotly, his mind a confused jumble of erotic thoughts and terror. He grabbed it and began to jerk himself off, the enchantment he'd fallen under making him know what to do. It sent bolts of pleasure through him. Then, he looked over as Millicent slowly hiked up her dress a bit to show the length of her legs and also to reveal she wasn't wearing panties. She gave Hansel his first look at an adult female's sex as she bared her warm, wet pussy.

"I have something special for you," she crooned softly.

The boy's eyes boggled hugely from his head, mouth hanging slack. "For me...?"

The witch smiled. Carefully, she finished pulling her dress up over one of her hips, spreading her long luscious legs and then using her fingers to part lips of her wet sex for Hansel to see it better.

"That's right, Hansel," she said. "All for you. Why don't you come over here and get a better look at it?"

~*~

Meanwhile, Gretel had gone into the guest bathroom. As Millicent had promised, the tub was already filled with hot water. Somehow, she didn't find this odd in the slightest. Perhaps Millicent had been preparing to bathe, herself, before she and Hansel arrived, interrupting her bath. How nice and hospitable of Millicent to let Gretel use the bath originally intended for herself and giver her own meal to her and her brother. She decided Little Red Riding Hood was definitely wrong about this house.

She let her hair down, taking it out of its pigtails, and undressed herself, carefully putting her dirdl, panties and stockings to one side on a dry counter top, and then slid into the hot water of the tub, relaxing. She looked over and saw that sitting not too far off from her, on the counter along the wall, were a small arrangement of what looked like bottles and containers. Some labeled and apparently scented and made to taste like different things. "Peaches and Strabwerries." "Chocolate." Something called "Jizz." Hidden amongst these Gretel could see a finely carve wooden object. It was lightly curved and had a rounded tip with a thick metal ring at the base of it. How odd that it was sitting out like that. Gretel wondered what it was.

Slowly she felt a bizarre sensation come over her. Her little pussy was suddenly aching, but in an unfamiliar way. She cried out and gripped the edges of the tub, splashing the water a bit. What was happening to her? It wasn't entirely disagreeable, but it was so alien it scared her. Despite this, a shaking hand slid beneath the water and rubbed over her privates. She whimpered. What was going on? She eyed the object on the counter again. She had no idea what it even was, but as strange and bizarre feelings began to fill her mind, she started becoming filled with the desire to shove it into herself, even as her probing fingers flipped inside her virgin pussy.

Gretel continued fingering herself before she got up and groped over, grabbing the wooden object. Falling back into the tub, she lowered it down towards her waiting sex, rubbing the tip against it, shuddering in delight at the feeling. Almost as soon as it touched her, it began to quiver and work on its own. The toy began to rock and rub against her, lightly prodding at her pussy lips, and then starting to push into her. Then without warning, it slammed into her body and broked the hymen, hitting it home against her tiny cervix.She reflexively let go of the dildo and uttered a high-pitched scream of pleasure, arching her back in the tub.

~*~

Hansel fell to his knees and crawled over between the lizard woman's legs as he stared at her sex. Spurred on by the witch's magic, the boy leaned forward and licked inside of it, flicking his tongue against the exposed clit and soft pussy lips, Millicent uttering a soft sound in response and arching her body a bit, sliding her hand into his blonde hair and lightly coaxing him to keep going.

"Mmm, such a good boy," she cooed. "Go on, keep licking my cunt."

Hansel moaned, probing his eager tongue deeper inside of that warm and inviting pussy, playing with his hard cock as he did so, slurping and licking along the sensitive folds, tongue curling up against her clit. The witch began to pant softly, playing with Hansel's ears as she bucked her hips a bit.

"That's it, baby," she gasped, "lick me there. Try pushing your fingers in while you're doing it."

She bit at her lower lip, so getting off on the feeling of this little virgin playing with her cunt. Suddenly they heard a scream of pleasure from down the hall. Gretel. Millicent smirked. Hansel's cock throbbed and dripped. He shivered.

"Can you hear your sister?" she asked. "She's getting off, too. I think it's making your cock harder the more you hear it!"

Indeed, bizarre and unhealthy thoughts about Gretel entered the sex-crazed boy's mind. Gretel naked. Gretel sitting astride him as his cock went up inside of her tight body. Deeper Hansel's tongue probed, and then his curious fingers slid up and began to insert themselves, parting the hot pussy lips of this enchantress who had ensnared him and his sister as he slathered his tongue in deeper. The lizard grit her teeth softly, grabbing the squirrel's head now and squirming.

"Ahn, Hansel, I'm going to cum soon! You make sure you drink every drop of it, you understand? If you drink it all, you will get a lovely reward."

She ground her soaking wet cunt against the boy's mouth. Hansel whined a little as he continued eating the delicious pussy out, the witch's sex juices dripping freely. Suddenly Millicent hit her climax, her hot lady juices flooding her pussy and filling up the boy's mouth. Hansel was caught unprepared for the flood of juices, but tried his best to get it all!

He tried so hard to keep it all in his mouth and swallow it, but a little bit of the femcum inevitably dribbled from his lips and down off his chin. Most of it, however, he dutifully gulped down with audible "glurping" noises as if it were the most delicious thing ever. He pulled his lips off of her, mouth dripping with her pussy juices, and looked contrite, hoping she wasn't mad he didn't swallow it all. if she was, Millicent gave no indication. She panted softly, and pet the back of his head, enjoying the high that came with orgasm and deciding she was definitely keeping this one.

"Mmm, come on, now, Hansel," she said, "cum for mama."

Hansel began jerking himself again, masturbating as he kneeled before the witch. Millicent licked her lips with her blue tongue and slid down off of the table, crouching over Hansel a bit and moving her hand down to lightly touch and fondle his young cock. She egged him on, whispering into her ear.

"Mm, that's it, Hansel. Cum. Cum as much as you want for me."

Hansel jerked harder and faster, whimpering and gasping as suddenly a feeling of intense pleasure jackhammered through his young body and he squealed and squirted, shooting his meager load of cum from his achingly hard cock, splattering it on the floor and getting some on Millicent's foot. He panted and gasped as he looked up at the witch. Millicent dipped her head, holding his chin as she slid her tongue out to lick the dribble of her cum he missed.

"S-Sorry, Milli," Hansel said, nearly out of breath, "I didn't get it all... I tried..."

~*~

The wooden dildo had worked into Gretel, lightly twisting and shoving itself in a little more before pulling out all the way, and then repeating the process, always going a bit deeper into the young girl's pussy each time. The girl moaned gutterally like a little slut as the enchanted dildo continued fucking her mercilessly, her sane mind screaming for it to stop, but only groans and grunts coming from the squirrel's lips.

The toy twisted and rocked in and out of her, picking up speed. Gretel felt an unfamiliar sensation building inside of her. It made her buck her hips and want the toy even deeper inside of herself, clenching her muscles tightly around it, her orgasm growing as her fingers teased over her clit around the shaft, building, about the burst. The dildo continied its thrusting into the girl's depths, hitting into a sweet spot over and over, making Gretel scream and orgasm, squirting her hot femcum into water.

Horrible, dirty thoughts flooded her mind. Thoughts of Hansel. The toy continued to lightly buzz around inside of her to prolong her climax, dragging it out to help adle the girl's brain even more with these naughty thoughts.

Gretel mianed. "Hansel... Hansel... Oh, God..."

She imagined her brother naked, his slightly pudgy body on top of her, his hard, erect rod plunging into her depths as he pounded his sweet sister. She rode out the orgasm thinking of this. The enchanted wooden dildo buzzed softly a final time before seeming to switch off, although it remained planted deep inside of her warm pussy. After a bit, as Gretel exhaled in relief, it eased itself out of her and floated to the surface of the water, glistening with her juices.

The young female squirrel panted softly as she came down from this sexual high, and laid her head back against the side of the tub as she relaxed in the cooling bathwater. After recovering from her experience, Gretel wondered what in the world had just happened. Or if anything actually did happen. With trembling hands, she hoisted herself out of the now cooled tub water, the water running down off her naked form as she stepped out and grabbed a towel, dripping wet, leaving the wooden dildo floating in the water.

~*~

In the kitchen, Millicent laughed softly and lightly kissed the tip of Hansel's nose as he apologized. "Don't worry," she assured him, "you can make it up to me later." She stood up carefully, offering him her foot and inclining her head. "But you made a bit of a mess, here. Would you lick it up for me, Hansel, my sweet?"

Without thinking, Hansel licked his own cum off of the offered foot submissively. Millicent smiled and mewled softly as she watched him, sliding her toys against his cheek as he finished licking it up. He also stooped down and lapped up the rest of his seed from the floor, without needing to be told. When the floor was spotless, Millicent motionined for him to stand.

"Hehehe," she giggled. "So adorable. Now then..." Carefully she moved, sitting in the chair he had previously occupied and hoisting him up into her lap and whispering in his ear. "You can't tell your sister about this yet, understand?"

She did intend for Gretel to know. Eventually. For now she did not want either sibling to know of her plans for them. Even with the enchanted cupcakes controlling their minds, the witch knew that it was best to save the inevitable moment of brother and sister having one another for a different time, when she could better savor it. Lightly, Millicent's hand moved over Hansel's young penis again, massaging it as she glanced at his face, making sure this sank in.

"So, for now, let's keep it between you and I."

Hansel nodded and snuggled against her, moaning slightly as she touched him on his little cock, nodding feverishly. "Y-Yes. I won't tell Gretel, I promise!" he said. "Anything you say! I won't tell, I swear!"

Millicent smirked softly at her victory over the boy, nodding and turning his head to kiss him on the lips. The kiss seemed strange to Hansel, but so had having her pussy in his mouth. He simply went with it as he had the oral sex. Her tongue slightly invaded his mouth for a moment before she pulled back.

"Wonderful, then. Let's go ahead and get those clothes back on and do the dishes."

She set him down. After being put down, Hansel got his clothes and started dressing again. Standing, Millicent fixed her dress, smoothing it back down over herself, then walked to the sink. Once Hansel had dressed himself, he ran over and began helping Millicent with the dishes. The witch hummed quietly as they worked together. Every so often, she'd tickle Hansel to keep him in a good mood. Honestly, she wanted to do more with him but she didn't think it would be wise to go ahead and push the boy too far. But Gretel...

She murred quietly at this and softly nuzzled into Hansel's blonde hair. "After this, you can get into the tub and wash up."

"Okay," said Hansel with a grin, scrubbing a dish.

The enchanted cupcake was making him completely okay with what happened. And with what was going to happen, Millicent knew. As they finished up, Gretel came back in, having dressed again, smoothing out her dress. She decided not to mention what happened to her to them. Her hair wasn't back in pigtails; she'd kept it down over shoulders. It made her look very beautiful and... changed somehow. Hanse glanced over his shoulder and smiled at his sister.

"Gretel, how was your bath?" he asked.

"It was..." She blushed and smiled. "Quite good. Helping Milli with the dishes, are you, Hansel? Good."

She smiled, seeing his manners were improving, and then found herself staring at his ass in his tight lederhosen. Millicent turned and looked at Gretel, and started to say something, but then paused when she saw how different the girl looked with her hair down. Very beautiful, she decided. She smiled sweetly. Leaving Hansel to finish the dishes, the lizard walked over, reaching out and stroking Gretel's head.

"Oh, Gretel, your hair is so long and pretty like this. You should keep it like this." She lightly combed her fingers through it. "Do you feel better, sweetie?"

Gretel smiled. She rather liked how her hair looked down like this, as well. "Yes, ma'am," she said, "much better."

"I like it, too," said Hansel with a smile.

"I think, since it's getting late, we should get you and Hansel a room ready, while he gets his bath," said Millicent.

Gretel nodded. She was, after all, a bit worn out. As for Hansel, a relaxinf bath sounded good to him. He finished the dishes first, though, putting them aside neatly to dry. Millicent beamed at them happily and turned, lightly shooing him off.

"Go on, now, smelly. Go and wash up."

She laughed as she ushered him off towards the bathroom, glancing over at Gretel from the corner of her eye. Hansel giggled and ran off to the bathroom.

"Anything else you need, Milli?" asked Gretel, trying to be helpful.

"Well, actualy, I think that it's about time that you and I set up the bedroom for you and Hansel to use," said Millicent. "I have one upstairs that's just across from mine, so I will be able to hear you if you need me." She smiled a bit and offered a long-fingered hand to Gretel. "Shall we?"

The girl smiled and reached out to take the reptilian hand. "Okay."

~*~

Hansel, meanwhile, stood naked in the bathroom over the tub. He found the water hot, the way it was when Gretel left it. As he had no idea of knowing it had cooled off since Gretel's bath, however, the boy didn't find its temperature at all out of the ordinary. Floating in the bath tub was that wooden toy, bobbing, and it caught Hansel's eye. He picked it up and sniffed it, then smiled and felt compelled to lick the tip gently.

The dildo responded almost immediately, beginning to vibrate and squirm in his hands, rocking lightly against his lips. Hansel jerked his head back in surprise, tightening his grip on the toy, then, opening his mouth, slowly inserted it. Hansel wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it as it started to thrust in and out of his mouth. The toy started to lube itself on his tongue as it reached the back of his throat.

"Urk...!"

Hansel gagged as it went down his throat and then, with some effort, pulled it free, dripping with his saliva. Finding the feeling of it going down his throat uncomfortable, he decided he wanted to stick it into a different place. Hmming, the squirrel turned and bore it underneath his tail, instead, pressing it against his anus. It instantly thrust into him, burying itself into his hot body.

"Agh!" Hansel cried. "Ah!"

He grabbed the edges of the tub and held on as the toy started fucking him, beginning to thrust in and out, as fast and as hard as it could, making him gasp out girlishly and moan. It twisted and thrust into him, unrelenting and seeming to get thicker and longer, making the boy pant and gasp. His small body bucked as it thrust into him. He found this invasion of his rear end completely alien and new, having never even dreamed of putting anything up his ass, although despite this it didn't occur to him to wonder why he'd put it in himself to begin with. It had just seemed natural. His little cock hardened and lengthened as he moaned.

It didn't let up. It magically lengthened and widened, stretching the poor squirrel boy's asshole more as it continued to slam into him, making him cry out like a little girl for more. He gasped, reaching back and grabbing at the dildo to try and shove it in deeper, cock leaking pre as it rubbed against the side of the tub, leaving thin slime trails of pre, his orgasm drawing near. As if sensing, the toy began to squirm and worm its way deep into the little boy, pulling back out before slamming into him again, intent on bringing his climax.

Hansel hitched in a breath and let loose an almost primal cry of pleasure as he came, shooting his load all over the side of the tub as his climax rocked his body. He collapsed to his knees, gasping and panting, laying his head against the cool side of the tub as sweat rolled down his brow, squeezing his ass around the dildo as though not wanting to let it go.

"Uh... wow..."

~*~

Millicent hummed quietly as she took Gretel upstairs and led her into a comfortable bedroom. It had a large bed for the two siblings to share and there were comforters and soft-looking pillows. Gretel walked in and looked around, admiring the big room and in particular the big bed.

"Anything you need?" Millicent asked.

"You've done so much for us already," said Gretel. Unconsciously, her hand went to her crotch, which she rubbed lightly through the front of her dress. "N-No need to trouble yourself further."

Millicent slowly moved up behind Gretel, sliding her hand down and lightly touching her hand, pushing it gently against the girl's pussy through the fabric of the dress. "You know, I heard you in the bathroom before. Making so much noise. You must have really been enjoying yourself."

"Unh...!" cried Gretel. "M-Milli..." She gasped as she felt the witch's hand slide down further, slithering up her dress, long reptilian fingers touching at her. She blushed hotly. "I-I was... I found this-this toy..."

"Oh?" said Millicent. "You found my special toy? How naughty."

She giggled softly at this and licked her lips. She moved to the bed, drawing Gretel along with her, the two females seating themselves on the comfortable mattress, Gretel climbing willingly into Millicent's lap, her prim dress hiked up to show her bare thighs and stockings. The witch adjusted herself so her long tail could take the place of her fingers. Her panties were moist and wet. Gretel moaned as she felt the tail probing against them.

"Wh-What is happening to me?" she asked softly. "I can't... stop thinking about so many dirty things!"

"What sorts of naughty things?" Millicent whispered.

Millicent licked her lips as her fingers pulled the panties aside, lightly parting her pussy lips for her tail. The scaled appendange began to slip gently inside, rocking against her wet sex as the witch's hand held her hip. The young girl gasped and leaned back against the witch's body as she felt that tail slipping into her depths. She winced and moaned, starting to sweat a bit.

"Unh...!" she cried. "M-Milli...!" She gasped. "Hansel...! My brother! I thought of... of him...!"

Millicent smirked, nodding her head as her tailed continued to gently tease into her body. "Oh, really now?" she hissed.

She knew very well Gretel had thought of her brother in this manner. She knew also Hansel had similar thoughts regarding his sister. When her enchanted cupcakes were eaten by someone, it made them not only insanely sexual, but begin developing a lust for those closest to them. In Hansel and Gretel's case it was for one another.

"How naughty of you," Millicent chided Gretel gently. "Thinking of your brother's cock working its way into your pussy and cumming in you?"

Gretel nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as her long, straight blonde hair fell over her sweaty face as more of that teasing tail slipped inside of her.

"Unh... y-yes... I was... in my mind he was on top of me... thrusting..." Gretel panted.

Millicent grinned broadly, using her free hand to undo the front of Gretel's dress, sliding it inside where her little breasts were beginning to develop as she approached her young teens. Her nipples were sensitive and she tensed as she felt the clawed fingers pinching and teasing them.

"Tell me more, in detail, darling," the witch urged her.

"Ah!" cried Gretel. "I... I imagined him on top of me... sliding his thick cock inside of me, making me moan as he made love to me...! It made me cum so hard...!"

"How kinky of you," said Millicent, "wanting to fuck your own brother like that."

She smiled softly as she took her other hand off of Gretel's hip, sliding her fingertips inside of the girl's stretched pussy to play with her small clit, lightly pinching and rolling it. This made the girl blush hotly, squeaking and bucking her hips as the witch's fingers played in her cunt.

"You want to feel him cumming into your body and filling you up so much that you leak out his cum?" Millicent asked.

"Unh... yes... Yes!" Gretel moaned.

Millicent crooned happily as she watched the squirrel, licking her lips as she gave a rough pinch to the clit and played with it a bit harder, Gretel crying out and hitting her peak from both this treatment and from thinking of Hansel as she squeaked and felt the pleasure glowing through her. Not as hard as before, though. This time, her orgasm was more leisurely.

"Mmm, yes, that's it, cum for me, sweetie," she urged Gretel softly as her pussy leaked wey fluids out over the fingers and tail. "Cum while you're thinking of your brother's hot, sticky seed filling you up."

Millicent giggled softly and lightly licked Gretel's cheek before pulling back her fingers, slurping them clean and winking at the girl lightly. The tail also extracted itself, the tip dripping with Gretel's femcum. Gretel panted softly as she leaned exhausted against the lizard. They heard, from downstairs, a sudden scream of pleasure from somewhere else in the house.

"Aww," said Millicent, smiling some to herself and setting a hand over her lips. "It looks like Hansel found the toy, too."

"Hmmm?" murmured Gretel, a little tiredly. She sat up a bit, blinking. "Oh? He did?" She smiled a little, imagining that thing going up her brother's butt.

Millicent glanced back at her and smiled softly. "Gretel, darling, primise me you won't tell your brother what we did. You know he probably won't understand it. He can be so childish."

The squirrel nodded gently. "Oh, okay. I won't tell him a thing."

The witch tenderly stroked Gretel's cheek and kissed her lips, the young female squirrel smiling and gently kissing her back softly, slipping her eager little tongue to tease and play with the lizard's as Millicent lightly cupped her cheek, kissing Gretel deeper and moaning into her mouth as their tongues mingled. She was definitely keeping this one, too. Gretel closed her eyes as the gentle kiss continued, feeling the witch's reptilian tongue against hers. Slowly, their lips parted.

Millicent nuzzled against Gretel softly as she slowly took Gretel's hand in hers and set it to one of her large breasts. "Here," she said, "you touch me, too."

Gretel blinked as she turned in the lizard's lap and eyed those big breasts, her small hands stroking over the large mammaries, her eyes wide with wonder at how large they were. "They're big!" she gasped.

"Yours will be, too, when you get older, darling," Millicent said, smiling a bit and moving, lightly pulling down the top of her slinky black dress to expose her breasts to Gretel fully. Her large nipples were pierced with gold rings. "Go on," she urged. "Touch all you want."

Gretel was thoroughly amazed and lost in wonder as she cupped the heavy breasts bared to her, rubbing her palms over them, playing with the nipples a little bit. The witch bent over and pressed their breasts together. Gretel bit her lower lip a little as she felt her own small hard nipples rubbing against the witch's nipple rings. Millicent moaned softly, pushing and heavy as the two pairs of breasts squeezed against one another.

"Try sucking on one," she gently urged.

"Oh, can I?" Gretel asked, grinning eagerly.

She nuzzled the right breast. She and Hansel had both been breastfed by their mother when they were very young, so this was nothing new to her. Her lips brushed over the pierced nipple and then slid over it, sucking softly. The witch moaned softly, curling her toes as she lightly stroked the girl's blonde hair, lightly nuzzling at the top of Gretel's head. Gretel suckled softly on the witch's tit, which, despite that old saying, wasn't cold, but was in fact quite warm and inviting.

"Mmm," whispered Millicent. "Feels nice. Such a good girl you are."

She held Gretel closer and smiled, as Gretel gasped and mmmed around the lovely nipple as she felt the witch's hand slide over her small developing chest. Millicent smiled and lightly pinched and twisted at the little nipples on the girls still budding breasts, before Gretel took her mouth off of the witch's own tit. Millicent brought Gretel's head up to kiss her again, the lizard nipping softly at the little squirrel's lower lip.

When their lips parted again, Gretel sighed happily. "Mmm. What do you suppose is keeping Hansel?"

The witch licked her lips again, lightly rolling her shoulders with a shrug. "That toy does what you want it to do. Sometimes we don't tealize what it is we want until after it does it for us. He's probably stuck." This made her burst into laughter at the idea, breasts heaving a bit.

Gretel giggled a little, herself, covering her mouth. "I hope he is all right." She licked the lizard's nipple again.

"He's fine, surely." Millicent mewled softly again and smiled down at the child, lightly tilting her chin up. "Such a beautiful little woman. I am definitely going to enjoy having you and your brother here with me, my sweet."

The girl blushed hotly and her little pussy became moist again as she wiggled against the lizard. Millicent snickered softly and ligtly kissed Gretel again, giving her little cunt a rub once more.

"Mmm, come on," she said, "we should go and check on your brother."

"All right," agreed Gretel, groaning at the pussy stroke. As fun as it was alone with Millicent, she was beginning to truly wonder whether Hansel was all right. She hopped down and did up the front of her dress again, adjusting her panties and the dress so Hansel would not suspect what they'd been doing.

Millicent, as well, got up and smoothed out her clothes, pulling her dress back up to cover her bare breasts, sliding her hand softly along Gretel's back and leading her out of the bedroom. The two of them headed downstairs.

~*~

Hansel, meanwhile, was riding out a third orgasn as he moaned and gasped out, still not even in the tub yet. "Ahh! Unh... ohhh!"

He heard Millicent's voice at the door. "Oh Haaaansel?" she said, sweetly. "How's the bath going?"

"Unh... f-fine," he replied, whining and whimpering.

Millicent smirked, putting her finger to her lips and motioning for Gretel to stay quiet as she slipped into the bathroom. Gretel remained outside. Hansel, turning to see her, was relieved when his sister wasn't with her to see his predicament.

"Hansel?" asked Millicent. "Are you all right?"

"It..." he said, licking his lips and panting, "it's stuck... it won't come out!"

Millicent looked at him curiously for a moment, then smiled nodding her head a little bit as she moved to his side and kneeled down, lightly touching the end of the toy peeking out of his ass. Hansel gasped, hoping she was going to help him get it out of himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was going to get stuck..." he apologized.

"It's okay, sweetie," the lizard said and lightly kissed at the base of his big, fluffy tail, gripping the toy and giving it a quick push inwards, eliciting a moan from the boy, causing him to squirt some more cum, before yanking it out of him as fast and as harmless as she could, the dildo sliding out smoothly. Hansel, freed, sighed with relief.

"Ahhh..." he gasped, panting and sweaty, "ahh... thank you."

The witch smirked and licked the dildo clean before setting it back on the counter amongst the various bottles of shampoos and scented oils where Gretel had originally gotten it, then returned to Hansel's side and stroked through his hair, which was damp from his perspiration. She'd need to teach him to be more careful with the toy, as it was very easy to overdo it. Sometimes it seemed to have a mind all its own.

"Oh, sweetie, you sure had a lot," she observed, helping him stand, then leaning down to lick his cum-coated cock clean for him. He urked and gasped silently as she licked him clean, lolling his head back and closing his eyes. Glancing up at him, giving the head a quick suck before pulling back, Millicent inquired, "Have you had your bath yet?" She knew the answer already, but wanted to hear it from the disobedient boy's own lips.

Hansel erfed and panted softly, smiling, then shook his head. "N-No... I've been fighting that thing the entire time... sorry..."

The witch chuckled and nodded, softly stroking through his hair. "It's okay. You go ahead and wash up. When you're finished, leave your clothes, except for your underwear, out for me to wash, and then come upstairs."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you," Hansel said.

He smiled and hugged her, then climbed into the now finally somewhat cooled waters of the tub and began to wash himself. Millicent let herself out of the bathroom and smiled at Gretel, who was still waiting in the hall.

"He needs more time," she said softly.

"Is he all right?" Gretel giggled, once more imagining the toy stuck in her brother's butt.

Millicent nodded. "Oh yes. He seems to be much better now."

She lightly touched Gretel's back and led her away from the bathroom door. The two of them then adjourned upstairs, returning to the guest bedroom. There, the witch stripped off Gretel's dress and threw it aside, and pounced the young squirrel onto the mattress and had her way with her for the next several minutes as Hansel bathed obliviously downstairs.

~*~

A short while later, the witch had finished with Gretel for the evening. The young blonde girl, in nothing but her panties, was tucked gingerly into bed, the lizard woman pulling the covers softly and gently up to Gretel's chin. As she was tucking her in, she heard the door open, and turned as Hansel entered wearing just his cotton briefs. He smiled at Millicent, who hushed him with a finger to her lips; Gretel was already sound asleep. She crooked a finger at the boy, who came over, rubbing his eyes, close to sleep, himself, and with minimal effort she scooped the squirrel boy up and deposited him gingerly into bed alongside his sister, slowly pulling the covers up over the blonde-haired boy's half-naked form and tucking him in. She gently kissed his cheek and watched as his eyelids fluttered closed. In moments, he was asleep.

Millicent stood back and sighed happily as she admired her handiwork; the two thoroughly tuckered out squirrel children sound asleep in bed together, completely worn out by her predatory advances. Her two sweet and willing slaves from now on. After kissing them both on the forehead and stroking their blonde hair, she turned off the light and left the room. In the hall, she let down her own long, white hair so that it cascaded down her shoulders, then slipped out of her long black dress. This she put into a clothes hamper along with Gretel's dress and stockings. She'd retrieve Hansel's lederhosen and shirt from the bathroom tomorrow.

Nude, she slinked downstairs and went into the kitchen. Her oven was still on and quite warm, keeping the roast pig nice and hot for her. She sliced herself off a rather large hunk, he escapades with the two children having made her work up quite an appetite of a more ordinary sort. As she had her late supper, Millicent mused on how strange it was that everyone thought she actually ate children. People assumed she was a witch because she lived in a gingerbread house, and, while this was so, she resented the idea that she could cook and eat a child simply because she was a witch. The thought disgusted her. Contrary to what people thought, Millicent did not eat her child victims. She merely made them her sexual slaves for a time, before releasing them after using her magic to erase their memory.

With Hansel and Gretel, she realized, she might not need to do this. Assuming they had been telling the truth about their wicked stepmother forcing their father to abandon them, this meant they had nowhere else to go, and no one would be looking for them. She could keep them here for as long as she liked. Which would likely be for many years to come, thought Millicent as she pictured in her mind how an older, thinner Hansel would look as a strapping young man, and Gretel as a gorgeous young woman with full breasts. This made her lick her lips as she finished her meal, setting the dishes aside for Hansel and Gretel to get in the morning. After all, what were slaves for?

Regarding their age and appearance, Millicent supposed she could use her magic to speed up their physical ages into young adulthood, but opted not to. Best to allow them to have a proper childhood, with all of the sweet, delicious fun Millicent was capable of giving them. Returning upstairs, she went into her own bedroom, much larger and more lavish than the guest room, with a huge bed draped with silken sheets, and slid her nude form across it, getting comfortable.

Tomorrow, she would train her two little slaves further and see just how far she could push them in their enchanted state. For now, though, she settled into her bed and drifted off into a well-earned sleep...