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One of Breezeport's claims to fame were the twin private boarding schools positioned right across from each other at the end of a sleepy cul-de-sac.

Both schools were famous for their slightly strange clientele: Our Lady of Ecstasy's classes were around 80% futanari as a legacy of its past as a haven for third-gendered children during a time of prejudice; and Longshaft Academy had only accepted boys who were particularly "gifted" in both a mental and sexual sense of the term. Both schools were famous for the exceedingly high quality education they provided to children of all shapes, sizes, home planet, home dimension, or magical plane of existence. And of course, both schools were the home of the mysterious Headmaster and his plan to conquer the planet through mind control.

However, while every citizen of Breezeport lived well above the poverty line (thanks to the Headmaster's social programs, raising the town's minimum wage to triple the national average, and just generally mind controlling everyone to not be selfish jerks to each other), the simple fact was that not every child could attend the Twin Schools. Some couldn't afford the tuition. Many did not meet the particular anatomic requirements (having a penis less than 12 inches long, or not having one at all). And many had parents who preferred not to send their child to a private school for one reason or another.

Luckily for these children, Breezeport had its own public school district; with an elementary, middle, and high school. The Breezeport Public School District had an extremely good reputation for education, which had only improved as the Headmaster took over the town. While the Twin Schools were the main home of the Headmaster, his influence had easily spread to the public schools as well. Many of the teachers of the Twin Schools spent time teaching at the Breezeport Public Schools as well, both improving their education and helping to hypnotize the kids into the new world order.

Despite some of the shared teaching staff, the Twin Schools and the public schools had a mild rivalry. The public school kids tended to view the private school kids as snobbish, hoity-toity, or perverts (whether justified or not); while the private school children tended to, on their part, mostly not care about the public school kids one way or the other. Before the Headmaster's arrival, the two sets of children rarely had cause to interact outside of sports competitions or town events.

On this day, however, the children of the youngest classes of Our Lady, Longshaft, and the Elementary School had been required to meet in a secluded park on the town's west side around noon. As the morning sun slowly climbed towards its highest point, kids began to filter into the grassy square, chattering loudly. Half of them wore uniforms: either light blue short-sleeve shirts with a clip on tie and loose-fitting khakis with extra room in the crotch for boys, or green and white seifuku schoolgirl uniforms, like that one would see in many private schools. The other half of the kids wore casual clothes of a variety of types. The two groups skirted away from each other in general, keeping to themselves as they milled about.

Among the uniformed group of children, Skye Eldrich fluttered along, flapping her golden feathered wings to glide slightly above the ground, rather than waste energy toddling along on her tiny legs. The fennec's green eyes peered out from under her mane of cotton-candy pink hair, and she blew the cyan forelock out of her face with a puff of her lips. The tiny fox looked around in curiosity. She had not a single clue why all the kids had been called out on a Saturday to meet in the park, and she wasn't sure if she had just zoned out and missed the reason (a regular occurrence for the flaky fennec), or if no one had been told.

She found a clear spot and landed lightly, skipping a few times as she shed momentum. The fennec sighed and looked around, trying to orient herself and figure out what was going on. Teachers wandered among the kids, making sure no one got into any trouble as they gathered.

Skye frowned and crossed her arms, eyeing the other children with mild distaste. She had no real reason to dislike the public school kids, outside of simple childish cliquishness. They were an other, an out group, and different from her and her friends, though for no reason she could articulate.

The little fennec had a terrible memory for names and faces, so most of the kids blended together for her. However, she recognized a few of them here and there, if only to be able to name them.

Wrestling in the grass were a pair of lion cubs, their golden fur shimmering in the sun. They were about her age; the boy was too young to have started growing his mane yet. The boy was surprisingly muscular, but moved with even more surprising grace. The girl rolled over the boy, pinning him to the ground with a grin, her tufted tail flicking back and forth. Skye had run into them a few times around town. Skye narrowed her eyes as she tried to jog her memory of their identities... Shimbi? Simbu? No, it was Simba. And Nala. Hadn't he said something about being a prince or something? Oh, yeah, he had made up a surprisingly catchy tune about wanting to succeed his dad. And she was his best friend... and judging from the bulge in his jeans as they rolled about together, maybe a bit more.

Standing nearby were a quartet of ducklings, three boys and a girl. Skye recognized the boys as being the nephews of Mr. Mickey's best friend. They were color coordinated clothes of red, blue, and green. Wracking her brains, she remembered their names were Huey, Dewey, and Louie, though she couldn't remember for the life of her which one was which. The girl was their friend Webby. She remembered that the triplets had a super-rich uncle or something. She wondered why they weren't enrolled in Longshaft, and had to conclude that either they had not qualified (she took a not-so-surreptitous glance at what they were packing in their shorts) or that they had chosen a public education instead.

Another set of triplets were humming in harmony near a tree. The three chipmunks also wore color coordinated clothes. One was wearing red, with a baseball cap. A taller one with horn-rim glasses wore blue. The third was shorter and more heavyset, wearing a green turtleneck. Skye remembered their names, mostly because the kids had a moderately popular pop music career; the Seville Brothers, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Skye hadn't listened to much of her music, as her taste was a little different than what they tended to produce. They were more bubblegum pop, and Skye preferred rock and roll.

Skye couldn't help but feel jealous. She had a couple of friends who were princes and princesses, but she didn't know any celebrities.

The fennec winced as several kids flew through the air past her. This wasn't the controlled flight of wings, magic, or other exotic powers. They were going backwards, limbs wheeling. Skye revised her mental statement; they weren't flying, they had been thrown by a shockwave. The culprits who created the mini-explosion were immediately apparent, as they stood in a small crater in the lawn. One had caught the other's fist, which seemed to be the source of the shockwave. Both looked around guiltily, apparently realizing what they had done.

Mr. Mewtwo telekinetically caught the flying kids, cushioning them with a blue energy field before turning to the two boys. While his mental "voice" was directed solely at them, Skye couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from the way they winced in pain, she could guess that he was yelling directly into their brains.

The boys were a pair of young monkeys, with rich, red-brown fur. Roughly a year apart in age, the older boy was taller by an inch or two. Both boys had surprisingly muscular builds, especially for children their age. The taller boy had bright blue eyes that peered out from blue hair cut in something like a bowl cut. The younger, who had a slightly slimmer, more lithe build; had a head of spiky black hair that could not have been more distinctive if he had tried. The younger black-haired boy wore an orange martial arts gi over a blue shirt. The older boy wore a green gi of his own. Both boys had a very pronounced bulge in their pants, answering Skye's mild curiosity over whether they qualified for Longshaft.

Skye knew these boys for certain. The eight-year-old was named Trunks (not the weirdest name she'd ever heard), and the seven year old was Goten. Supposedly, they were aliens of some sort or another, "Sayings" or something. All Skye knew is that the boys were ridiculously strong (even by Breezeport standards, where super-strength was fairly common), and were the sons of some famous martial artists. Arc Pikachu had said on more than one occasion that he refused to spar with them, for as he said, "he did not have a death-wish."

The last kids that Skye recognized were another trio of siblings. For the life of her, Skye couldn't tell what they were, dogs or cats or something in between. They had black fur and white faces. One boy was tall and lanky, holding himself with a lazy, loping grace. He wore no shirt, only loose-fitting pants with a belt. The second was short with a slightly silly expression; his tongue lolled perpetually from his muzzle. He wore a long, loose-fitting shirt several sizes too big, the sleeves drooped over his hands. The third was a little girl, even shorter than the second boy, wearing a pink dress and a pink bow in her hair. Skye only knew their names because they were known pranksters around town, and they had pretty odd names by her standards, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot.

The gathered children were getting restless as they stood about, chattering and wondering why they were here during their free time. Skye looked up and saw Kiyone standing nearby, the taller fox chatting idly with Sally Acorn and Tiffany 'Gia. Skye's brother, Fire, was arguing animatedly over some minutiae of a video game with Jayden. Arc Royale was playfully wrestling with Tayl Gatoh, while Mew Royale and Pal Flora kept pointing at people's crotches and whispering conspiratorially.

"Hey, kid. Any idea why we're here?" a voice asked. Skye blinked at being addressed and turned to face the speaker. It was a young dragoness, maybe a year or two older than the fennec. She had bright orange scales that reflected the sunlight, dazzling Skye for a moment. A pink fin crested her head and ran down her back. Her large ear-fins twitched as her slitted blue eyes regarded the fennec appraisingly. She wore a t-shirt and jeans, and had a casual, tomboyish air about her as she rested her fist on her hip lazily.

"Not a clue," Skye admitted, shaking her head, "We were supposed to be having a fun Saturday, but everyone in the lower classes got a message to report here in the morning."

"Yeah, same for us; but it was everyone in the Elementary school," agreed the dragon, shrugging. The pink spade on the end of her tail flicked as she crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing Skye up and down.

"I've seen you around," she said, lazily, "Hard to miss a girl whose hair looks like my fins."

Skye glanced up at her bright pink hair and tilted her head. Despite her size, her hair did make her stand out in a crowd quite a bit. Despite her instinctive reluctance to mingle with the public school kids, Skye found herself liking the dragon's demeanor.

"My name's Skye," she said, giving a half-wave.

"Smolder," said the dragoness, nodding in greeting, "So... uh... what's it like at the Twin Schools? All of us are curious whether or not you guys spend all your time... um..."

"...Um?" Skye asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew exactly what Smolder was getting at, but wanted to make her say it out loud, if only for her personal satisfaction.

"...y'know... uh..." Smolder mumbled, before holding out her arms, wrists limp and letting her jaw fall slack and eyes unfocused in a fair mimicry of a zombie walk. She then gave a few short, jerky pelvic thrusts, her hands held at her hips, miming the act of intercourse. She gave Skye an expectant look. The fennec suppressed a giggle and tried her hardest to keep her face straight.

"...We spend all our time doing the Macarena?" she asked, her green eyes glittering mischievously.

"No! I mean... Uh..." Smolder growled, stomping her foot, "...The Headmaster came to your schools first, so... do you... y'know, spend all your time zonked out? And having... s-s-sex?"

Skye couldn't hold back the giggle any more as she replied, "No! We have classes and other stuff. I mean... Yeah, we get all sleepy, and we do lots of splurties and stuff, but... I mean... Probably not any more than you guys."

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me that, kid," said Trunks, walking over, "We've seen some of the weird things you get into!"

"Weird things?" Skye asked, frowning as she looked at the monkey boy. He glared at her, putting his fists on his hips. Skye blushed, unable to resist looking at the snaking length down his right pant leg, reaching almost to his knee.

"C'mon, I've seen you in particular runnin' around all nakie, kid!" said Trunks, his tail curling behind him as he tapped his booted foot on the ground impatient, "With both of your thingies hanging out too."

"Thingies? As in more than one?" Smolder asked, raising an eyeridge curiously at the fennec. Skye blushed and coughed, trying to figure out a way to change the subject away from her loins.

"Ohhh, yeahhh!!! I recognize ya!" said another voice, drawing Skye's attention. Skye turned to see Yakko approaching with a lazy saunter, his hands buried in his pockets (which only served to draw attention to the bulge in the front. He continued, grinning, "I've seen ya in the arcade! You've got the top three high scores in Spunk Blasters 3000! Last time you almost broke the machine with how much you gushed!"

"Wait, wait, wait," Simba interjected, his red-gold eyes narrowing as he picked himself off of Nala, brushing grass from his clothes, "S.A.E. is YOU? I've spent the last six months trying to beat even ONE of those scores, and I've never come close! Now that I know you're one of the Private School perverts, that explains EVERYTHING."

Skye turned bright red, her cheeks blushing so hard that she almost felt them bruise. Suddenly, she felt that she wasn't quite in control of the situation as she was before. She stammered incoherently, trying to come up with an excuse as the public school kids looked at her with a mixture of badly-disguised curiosity and mild disdain.

Even as more of the kids gathered around, drawn by the buzzing discussion from the other children, they were interrupted by a loud voice, slightly distorted by electronics.

"Ahem! If I could get everyone's attention, please?" called the high-pitched voice. Skye and the other children turned to look. Standing on a step-stool to get enough height to be seen by the milling children, Mr. Mickey held a megaphone to his mouth, as Mr. Bugs stood next to him. The contrast in height between the two men was striking, as Mr. Mickey barely came up to Mr. Bugs' chest. The grey-furred rabbit stood lazily, smirking, while the mouse was gesturing excitedly to get the attention of all of the children.

"So, I know yer all wonderin' why we gathered alla youse here," Bugs continued, holding his own megaphone to his muzzle, his distinct accent drawing more of the kids out of their conversations to look up.

"The Headmaster has noticed that... well, there's a certain degree of..." Mickey said, hesitantly, clearly trying to figure out how to phrase his words, "...We've noticed you guys don't get along very well; the Private School kids and the Public School kids."

"Yeah, dat ain't gonna do, kiddos," Bugs agreed, "I know ya have a healthy rivalry, an' dat's all well an' good; but ya all live in the same town, an' it's not DAT big that you can avoid each other all the time."

"The Headmaster wants all the kids in Breezeport to be happy, and when they're separated into two giant groups who don't like each other... that doesn't work," Mickey continued, "So we're gonna do an exercise to remind you all that Public or Private, Twin Schools or Breezeport Elementary; you're all just kids!"

Skye winced as both Mr. Mickey and Mr. Bugs locked eyes on her. She had been surreptitiously scooting away from Smolder and the other kids who had been near her, while their attention was on the teachers, to try to get back with Kiyone and her friends. Her ears drooped and her cheeks turned red again in embarrassment, as some of the other kids looked at her, glaring.

"...Thank you, Ms. Eldrich, for proving our point," Mr. Mickey sighed.

"Yeah, I think it's time to get goin'," Mr. Bugs sighed, "You wanna do the honors, Mick?"

"Sure," agreed the mouse, holding the megaphone up, "Teacher Command, Obedient Child."

As the last word left his mouth, the effect was instantaneous. The kids gave a little gasp in near unison, the strange phrase echoing in their ears far longer than it should have. It drove their thoughts away, leaving their heads instantly empty. A strange, blissful emptiness took its place, a warm, fuzzy feeling that left the children feeling sleepy and dizzy. The cubs gave soft sighs, their breathing slowing down as tension left their bodies.

Bugs grinned, watching the children slump over; swaying slowly on their feet, or dropping to knees no longer given the willpower to remain standing.

"Allllrighty, kiddos! Everyone needs to get out of your clothes!" Mickey called, "I don't want to see a single sock left on anyone! No uniforms, no clothes, only the fur or scales or feathers you were born with!"

In unison, the children obeyed the command. With expressions of vacant contentment or dazed dullness, they began to undress. Skye's fingers fumbled with her uniform's scarf, untying the knot. Her blouse followed, exposing the expanse of fluffy white fur of her chest and stomach. The fennec shivered sleepily as she felt the cool seaside breeze rush over her little pink nipples and they hardened through her fur. She kicked off her sneakers and socks, before dropping her skirt and panties in one movement.

The little fox swayed on her feet, standing naked in the sunlight, every inch of her exposed to the world. Her little vulva was barely visible through her fur, nestled between her thighs. Above, two limp pink penises hung down, one above the other. The girl blinked sleepily, her green eyes half-lidded as she waited mindlessly.

Around her, the kids were in flurries of motion, stripping out of their uniforms or casual clothes. Skye watched them with vague disinterest, unable to really focus on anything through her trance. As her eyes wandered aimlessly, she watched as Smolder threw her jeans to the floor, revealing her golden-scaled stomach, leading down to her vulva, already glistening with moisture. The girl shivered, her nipples hardening and appearing on her scaled chest.

Nearby, Goten and Trunks had rather literally torn their martial arts gis right off of their bodies, showing off their furless, muscular chests and stomachs, and the enormous half-hard shafts hanging down almost to their knees. Skye's estimation of them was correct, both boys could easily have attended Longshaft (and as Skye pressed her damp thighs together, shivering, she sort of wished that they had). The boys seemed at ease in the nude, as if they barely cared that they were

Tayl had stripped out of her uniform faster than anyone (she hated clothing in general); and was watching her twin sister Kuro struggle to get out of her skirt. The little kitten's penis was already erect and twitching as she stared blankly.

The two groups of triplets removed their clothes quickly too. Huey, Dewey, and Louie bared their snowy-white feathers easily, but when they removed their color-coded clothes, it was impossible for Skye to tell them apart. The boys were nearly identical in every way, their body shapes, their faces, even the length and shape of their half-hard pink shafts hanging down towards their webbed feet, and the size of their feathered scrotums. There were subtle differences between them, but not enough for the vixen to differentiate. Skye had enough trouble telling them apart when they were clothed; now, she had no idea who was who.

The Seville triplets, on the other hand, couldn't have looked more different from one another as they tossed aside their oversized shirts, revealing to the world that they wore nothing but shoes and socks under them. Alvin had a body type Skye knew very well, having had a bunch of friends who engaged in skateboarding and skating; he was thin but well-muscled. His shaft was twitching visibly, plumping with arousal as it began to swell. Simon was skinner than Alvin and taller, giving him a lanky appearance. His shaft was already erect, standing straight out from his hips. Skye estimated he was just short of qualifying for Longshaft, around eleven inches.

Theodore, in comparison, was short and chubby, but cute in Skye's opinion. The fennec was only mildly surprised to see that not one, but two penises hung from his wide hips, dangling down over a doubled sack with two pairs of large balls. A peculiarity of genetics was that the more children a family had, the higher the chance that one of the children would be doubly or triply endowed. It was not unusual for one sibling out of a set of triplets to have more than one penis, and with quadruplets or more, it was practically guaranteed.

Nala had stripped out of her blouse and shorts quite quickly, revealing the flat expanse of her fuzzy body to the world. She stood with an almost regal confidence, not seeming even slightly embarrassed to have stripped down in public. Indeed, the lioness seemed aroused by it, if the small trickle of glistening juices down her inner thigh was anything to tell. She waited, swaying softly on her feet, as her companion struggled out of his jeans.

Skye realized that he had misjudged Simba as soon as his tightie-whities hit the ground. The bulge in his jeans wasn't because he was aroused by Nala from their wrestling. It was because his sheath was massive, larger than even Skye's. And to Skye's amazement, it had three openings. And hanging between his legs was a swollen scrotum, where Skye could clearly count THREE pairs of testicles. Simba was a tri-male, possessing three penises. It was an exceedingly rare trait, one in a hundred thousand. Skye had never seen a natural one in person before.

The throng of children had stripped by now, standing in the cool grass of the park. The cool ocean breeze blew in, making them shiver pleasurably. There was almost silence, compared to the loud buzzing and chattering from earlier. The children stood and swayed in their trances, balancing right on the knife's edge between awake and asleep.

"Alrighty kiddos, take a look back 'n' forth at everyone," Bugs prompted. With slow, dazed expressions, the children lifted their heads and swept their unfocused eyes back and forth around them.

"Can ya tell who goes to what school, when no one's wearin' anythin'?" Bugs asked, leaning lazily against a tree next to him. There was a faint, mumbled murmur of negatives from the children. Without clothes, unless she recognized them in particular, Skye could not tell who was who.

"Exactly. Yer all jus' kids! And it's time ta stop bein' stuck up and actin' like big ol' joiks to each other... an' dat means you too, Breezepoit Elementary kids. Ya don't hafta be rich, connected, or get a nice scholarship ta be a big ol' snob!"

"Now, it's also the Headmaster's third anniversary in town. He wants to celebrate by seeing all of the children in town together," Mickey said, smiling, "So we're going to do a parade for him. Everyone, let's get in line..."

It turned out that wrangling a large group of children (even hypnotized children) to form orderly lines and stay in formation was exceedingly difficult. There was bickering, stumbling aimlessly, squabbling over whose spot was whose, occasional orgasms caused by being brushed up against too much, and more. By the time Mickey and Bugs had managed to get all the kids properly lined up, they were both hoarse and panting from yelling and running about. Still, as the two teachers tried to catch their breath, chugging a bottle of water, they knew that if the kids were conscious, it would have been a hundred times worse.

"Okay, now we're going to go straight down Main Street, right through the center of town. The townspeople are gonna be watching all of you. If they approach you, you step out of line and let them take a look at you. Then, if they touch you..." Mickey explained. He proceeded to give many more instructions, which Skye heard and settled into her subconscious mind, even if her conscious mind was blank and empty. Skye was not aware of them, but her commands would surface when the time was relevant.

"An' on my mark, kids... March!" Bugs called through the megaphone. It wasn't accurate to say the kids turned as one and moved in unison. While they were mind controlled into total obedience by the post-hypnotic trigger, they were still a large group of disorganized kids. Mickey and Bugs had to scamper about, shuffling kids back into position as they walked out of the park and onto the streets.

The children marched forward, eyes glassy and staring into space. Many lifted their arms, wrists limp as they shuffled in a classic sleepwalker's gait. The sound of bare feet padding on the road filled the air as the kids walked, led by Mr. Mickey from the front, as Bugs brought up the rear.

Skye was off to the side near the middle of the pack. Her cyan forelock draped down in her face, unnoticed as she toddled forward. She had to move pretty quickly to keep up with the other children; her legs were short enough that even at the slow, shuffling pace they were going, she had to go at a mild speedwalk. The pace caused her penises to slap back and forth against her thighs, causing them to stiffen rapidly. She could feel them pulsing, bouncing side to side and up and down against each other with each step. Skye whined, her bushy tail swishing back and forth as she felt her members give a surge, and a dribble of sticky clear fluid spilled down the undersides of her foreskins.

Next to her, Goten was toddling along; his kind face looked silly as his mouth hung open and a line of drool ran down his chin. He held his arms out in front of him, shuffling in a mindless daze. When Skye's gaze wandered over him, she couldn't help but admire the boy's bare, furless chest and stomach, leading down to his sheath. His cock was an iron rod sticking straight out above a pair of coconut-sized (and -colored) testicles. Skye's unconscious mind instinctively estimated its size, putting it at thirteen solid inches. It was a particularly nice-looking penis, in Skye's opinion, straight, thick, with a big head under a taut foreskin, and just the right amount of veins along the sides for a little boy's shaft.

On her other side was one of the duck triplets, though which one was a complete mystery to the fennec. Without their color coded clothing, one was completely indistinguishable from the others, to Skye's eyes at least. The other two stood nearby in formation, the subtle differences in their feather-dos or body-shapes or demeanor not enough for Skye to tell one from the others. They waddled forward, little pointed tailfeathers wiggling above their rears. Their eyes were sleepy and wandering randomly as they followed the parade of children forward. All three boys had pink erections sticking out from feathered sheaths, and Skye couldn't claim to be particularly impressed by their size. They were by no means small; each boy was 9 inches long by her estimate, and almost as thick as her wrist. However, to the fennec, who regularly spent time with boys who were well over a foot in length, it was not that impressive.

In front of Skye, Smolder's big rear end wagged back and forth, her thick tail swishing. Skye couldn't help but watch it, the pink spade-tip drawing her gaze and helping to lull her deeper and deeper into her hypnosis. Skye could see she had no sheath; she was a pure female. Her orange scales glistened in the sunlight with moisture, a trickle of juice running down her inner thighs.

The children marched silently down the street in formation, with Mr. Bugs, Mr. Mickey, and a couple of other teachers that Skye did not recognize helping to guide the children down the route. They moved at a slow, shuffling pace; a line of nude sleepwalkers moving down the center of the row. Within five minutes, they had entered the main street; a long line of shops and buildings that headed straight through town to the Twin Schools' cul-de-sac.

Skye's head lolled about as she walked, her neck limp without the willpower to keep it up. She shivered as her twin cocks pulsed again and again, spurting sticky clear gushes of precum. Several shots splattered Smolder's rear, soaking the scales. The girl ahead did not even flinch as they struck her; too deeply entranced to even notice.

By now, Skye could see that adults and teenagers had gathered by the sides of the road ahead, standing on the sidewalks along the parade route. They were laughing and cheering as the children approached, some throwing confetti. It seemed that the whole town had come out to see the spectacle.

As the children approached, many of the adults pointed out at them. As soon as one of the kids noticed that they were being pointed at, they broke off from the parade and approached the person. Skye ignored this, concentrating on marching to the exclusion of all else. She would know what to do when the time came, and until then, her purpose was to obey and march.

Skye drifted in and out of awareness as the parade went on, her trance making the whole experience like a half-remembered dream even as she was going through it. She would suddenly realize that she was a block further than she was a moment ago, or that she had new damp spots or semen-stains on her fur that were not there a moment ago.

The little girl was in the middle of one of the lulls in consciousness, when she suddenly snapped back into awareness, noticing that a cat and a dog ahead of her were pointing directly at her. The cat smirked as she whispered into the dog's ear, her hand reaching down to caress his groin.

Skye approached the couple with a sleepy smile on her face as Mr. Mickey's earlier instructions echoed in her empty mind and directed her actions. Thrusting her hips forward, she lifted her arms behind her head and posed for the cat and dog, her shafts twitching in anticipation. The feline looked to her partner, her cheeks flushing pink as she looked down at the little fennec. Skye held still, waiting with infinite patience that she never would have been capable of, had she been conscious. Her wings fluttered a little as the feline dropped to one knee, reached out tentatively, and her fingertip caressed up Skye's lower shaft.

The fennec gave a loud, exaggerated moan, arching her back. Pleasure radiated though her loins, rushing through her body in heavy, tense spasms that locked up her muscles. Her penises surged powerfully, her inner muscles clamping down and quivering. With a tiny little squeak, Skye came. Her first ejaculations splattered the feline's blouse, soaking the printed daisies.

By Skye's standards, it was a small orgasm, even a tiny one. It was still enough to drench the woman's front, splattering her with thick, long ropes of semen, two at a time. Her hips thrust in time with each spurt, her tail swishing back and forth happily. The woman squealed in delight as Skye gushed against her; thick rich cub-cum ran down into her cleavage. The dog laughed, grinning as he reached down to pump Skye's erections, aiming them up and down the feline's body.

Skye's orgasm ended with one last sticky burst, her upper shaft leaving a messy line down the cat's face, the lower splashing her skirt and drenching it. The fennec huffed for a moment, catching her breath as her ears and tail drooped. Without a word, or even acknowledging that anything happened, she turned away, flapped her wings, and flew back to her position in the parade behind Smolder. The fox returned to marching, her green eyes glazed over as she shuffled.

All down the main drag of Breezeport, the naked, hypnotized children marched. As bystanders pointed, the children broke off, letting the adults and teenagers admire their naked forms. At a single caress, they shuddered in ecstasy, their controlled thoughts forcing their bodies into an instant orgasm. Then, without a word, they would scamper back to their position in the parade, leaving behind a trail of messy, cum-soaked and laughing people. Skye was pulled out of line multiple times, each time unleashing powerful jets of spunk upon whoever had chosen her, drenching clothes and fur. The pleasure made what little was left of her mind reel, her knees trembling as her penises twitched, spurting again and again. Each orgasm was tiny, lasting only a minute or so, compared to her normal, which could last upwards of five or more. This did not diminish the ecstasy a bit, even if her hypnotic commands restrained her body from doing what was natural for it.

Skye marched by, barely registering the sight of her brother Fire moaning in pleasure as he gripped his large penis with both hands, his orange wings fluttering in time with his ejaculations. The orange-furred fox bucked forward, spouting thick bursts of white fluid into the open mouth of a young squirrel woman. She gulped down as much as she could, most of his cum coating her face.

The little fox walked past the Gatoh twins, Tayl and Kuro, standing at the curb nearby. The little kittens; one white, one black; moaned in ecstasy as their little hips bucked forward. A teenaged skunk boy grinned, pumping their little shafts in turn. Each caress sent the two tiny girls into shudders of ecstasy, their glowing semen erupting upwards in little fountains. The skunk snickered mischievously, putting empty water bottles to the swollen heads of their shafts, letting their cum fill the containers. The skunk had several other bottles of milky fluid, some of different colors, some sparkling, some swirling, some bubbling; he was apparently collecting from the children.

Skye lost time again, marching in a daze down the street, stopping every so often to climax for some bystander. Sometimes she stood alone, feeling the stranger's caresses on her body, her thighs, her penises, or her cleft. Sometimes she stood beside another cub, lashing the person with blasts of semen, or trembling in ecstasy. Yet despite the pleasure, the only thing that ran through her head were the instructions the teachers had given. After every orgasm, she turned away without a word, without even a glance, and returned to her place in the parade.

*****

The pink-haired fennec came back to awareness, but not consciousness, as the parade slowed to a halt. Vaguely, Skye recognized that she was standing in the cul-de-sac between Our Lady of Ecstasy to her left, Longshaft Academy to the right, and the shared dormitory building straight ahead.

The fennec stood in place, still staring at Smolder's back, her leathery wings folded behind her, her thick tail swaying. The sunlight playing off her orange and pink scales dazzled Skye, lulling her deeper into her trance. Skye could not say how long she stood there idle, feeling Goten's tail brush her own occasionally, someone's penis bumping against her rump and splashing her fur with pre. It could have been mere minutes that she awaited orders mindlessly, or it could have been hours.

Then came a voice; a deep bass rumble that Skye felt filling her head and trembling deep in her loins. She teetered on the edge of orgasm just from its words filling her large ears.

"Well, well... This is what I like to see... All the children of my town getting along together. I could think of no better gift for my anniversary than seeing you all gathered here," said the Headmaster. Skye could not see him; she was both too short to see beyond the other children in front of her, and so far back in the formation that she might not have been able to see even if she was taller. Yet his voice, even unamplified by a microphone, was audible as if he was standing beside her, whispering into her ear. The little fox bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together as dampness trickled down the fur from her muff.

"I hope you take the opportunity to form new friendships with each other. There are not private school and public school children. There are only children of Breezeport," the Headmaster said, his voice caressing Skye's body as if it was a hand. She had to suppress a moan, not wanting to make even the hint of a noise over such a voice. Skye's keen ears could hear other children gasping and huffing, trying to do the same.

"Now, as it is my anniversary of coming to your town, and you are helping me celebrate... why don't you come together as one group and show me that Breezeport spirit?" the Headmaster asked.

The effect these words had on the children was immediately apparent. In a flurry of sudden and chaotic moment, the boys and girls threw themselves at one another, hips meeting each other, mouths, hands, and any other part of the body that could derive pleasure. In mere moments, what had been an ordered procession of marching children had turned into a giant orgy.

Skye's expression never changed from vacant emptiness as she suddenly leaned over and lifted her tail high. The naked fennec did not have to wait long to feel something hot and swollen prod her cleft. A moment later, the thick, hard cock penetrated her, spreading her open. Skye moaned in delight, feeling the wonderful feeling of fullness. Skye grunted, already bucking her hips back against the hips of the person behind her, feeling a pair of heavy testicles slap against her, confirming that it was a boy. Skye folded her wings and glanced over her shoulder for a moment, noting that it was Alvin Seville behind her. The chipmunk gripped her little hips, pulling him back against her.

Skye faced forward once more, grunting as the boy behind her began to pump, his cock sliding back and forth inside her. She was face to face with another penis, the fat foreskin-covered head poking her right between the eyes. Skye made a little squeak of muted surprise. The pulsing glans filled her vision, precum dribbling onto the bridge of her muzzle. The large erection pulled back, revealing that it was attached to Goten's hips. The monkey was drooling in a daze, his black eyes half-lidded. He rocked his pelvis back and forth slowly, sliding it up and down against Skye's muzzle, filling her little black nose with the scent of it.

Skye obediently opened her mouth wide, shuddering as Alvin drove his hips forward, swirling his penis around inside the fennec's cleft. Goten adjusted his aim, gripping his sheath and guided his cock into her muzzle. Skye closed her lips around his shaft, moaning as she felt his shaft pulse against her tongue. The vixen moaned happily, shuddering as she suckled upon him, instinct taking over where mind and thought failed.

The little fox shuddered as Alvin leaned over her back, his hips slapping hers loudly. Her penises pulsed as they hung down between her legs, striking her stomach with each thrust. The fennec gasped, her tail swishing as she suddenly felt warmth and wetness surround both of her penises. Skye looked down, mildly surprised to see that Tayl had slipped under her. The little kitten stared up into the white, fluffy fur of Skye's tummy, her legs up over her head. Skye had no idea how the feline managed to get under her and into that position, but as her twin ten-inch shafts bottomed out inside the cat, she did not care. She moaned around Goten's cocks, pumping into Tayl's holes.

Alvin was hunched over, his high-pitched squeaky voice filling Skye's ears. His cock was not the longest or thickest Skye had ever experienced; in fact, his was roughly the same size as one of hers. It was more than enough, particularly because he was surprisingly good at sex. His hips slid deliberately against hers, taking time to grind the bulging underside of his shaft against her clitoris as he took her from behind. He swirled his hips against hers, making his shaft slide against her quivering walls, her juices soaking his pelvis. His movements guided hers, as she gyrated back against him, every thrust forward forcing her into Tayl's cleft and rump.

Skye groaned and squeezed tightly around him, her inner muscles convulsing. Her shafts twitched powerfully, precum bursting from both of her shafts, flooding Tayl's little muff. The tiny kitten under her yowled in delight, her cock pulsing on her own fuzzy tummy, spilling pre into her fur.

Goten gasped as the fennec suckled on his swollen shaft. Thirteen inches of hard, pulsing flesh dipped in and out of her muzzle, bumping the back of her throat. The boy's heavy balls struck Skye's chin repeatedly as she bobbed her head upon him. She could feel the fuzzy red-brown orbs swelling with need. She pulled back and nipped at the boy's foreskin, huffing through her nose. The fennec's tongue swirled around his flesh as she bobbed her head up and down; her mind empty of thought, but muscle memory and endless hypnotic training did the job.

It did not take long; Skye was already worked up from the march and from the Headmaster's words. Feeling pressure build, then suddenly erupt upwards towards the tips of her penises, Skye buried herself to the hilt inside Tayl's cleft and rear. The kitten's blue eyes went wide with shock as she felt the fennec's twin penises surge inside her, stiffening further. They gave a lurch and Skye gave a muffled howl around Goten's cock as she ejaculated hard. Skye shuddered from head to toe, shivering as semen backwashed out of Tayl, back against her pelvis. Every dual blast of cub goo was like a lightning bolt of pleasure up Skye's spine. This was not one of the mini-orgasms from earlier. This was a full-fledged, toe-curling climax that shook the foxgirl like an earthquake.

Tayl squealed as she joined Skye in orgasm, her tummy swelling with each mighty gush of Skye's penises. Her little pink member fired off, sending streams of thick glowing fluid against her own face and chest. She clenched hard, squeezing Skye as she trembled, streamers of kittenspunk hitting Goten's feet over her own face. She moaned and mewled into Skye's fluffy chest-fur.

Alvin groaned, his voice a high-pitched squeak. Using Skye's tail like a handle, he pulled her rear end back towards him. He grunted, thrusting into her once, twice, three times, then yelped loudly. Skye felt a flood of wet, thick heat flood into her young womb. She gasped as the head of his penis plunged deep inside her, spouting into her core. She could feel his balls clenched tight against his shaft, pressing firm against her vulva. His own spunk backwashed out of Skye, spilling down the furry spheres, dripping down to his thighs. Alvin grunted, pumping his hips hard against her in time with his ejaculations.

Goten's expression never changed from cute, dazed bliss, even as his fuzzy testicles tightened up to his sheath. He gave the tiniest grunt, as his cock jerked and twitched, bouncing off Skye's tongue repeatedly. Skye felt the hot sting of a powerful spray of fluid strike the roof of her mouth. Less than a second later, the fennec's cheeks ballooned out, filled with cum. Skye gulped, drinking the salty-sweet fluid as it blasted into her muzzle, but most of it spilled down her chin. Skye barely noticed, too busy shaking in pleasure as she came into Tayl, and felt Alvin cum inside her.

Skye opened her mouth wide, showing off her fangs to Goten. The boy gripped his long, thick shaft with both hands, pumping the foreskin up and down over his swollen tip. Powerful ropes of cum fired into the air, arcing to splash over Skye's face. He left milky, wet streaks in her hair and her fur, occasionally hitting the target of her pink tongue, but mostly missing and hitting everything else. Alvin even took several shots to the face and chest from Goten, cum dripping off his pink nose and spilling down his beige fur.

The chipmunk grunted, pulling free of Skye with a wet noise, his cum rushing down Skye's thighs. Still ejaculating hard, he pressed his cock to Skye's rear end, humping up along the fox's crack. Streaks of thick cream striped her back, splashing the golden feathers of her wings, and pooling in the small of her spine. Skye gave a gurgling noise of pleasure, her mouth too filled with spunk to actually moan.

Alvin was the first to finish climaxing, his spurts of spunk coming to a slow dribble. His penis continued to twitch violently in his hand as he pressed it to Skye's right buttock, wiping the head clean in her fur. He continued to stroke his shaft, shuddering as it remained rock hard. Without a word to Skye, without even a second glance, the young chipmunk turned away and wandered into the crowd of gyrating, moaning, cumming children around them.

Goten panted as his orgasm slowed, spilling semen onto the bridge of Skye's muzzle. He pumped his foreskin a few times more, then gently offered his shaft to the fox. Skye obediently opened her mouth and suckled upon him, using her strong, silky tongue to lick his shaft clean. She took her time with him, making sure to clean the spunk from under his foreskin and down the underside of his shaft. Like Alvin, he showed no signs of softening. If anything, the monkey child was even harder than he was before, veins bulging on the sides. With something that resembled the hint of a friendly smile, Goten tilted his head as he looked at Skye, then turned and left into the orgy, seeking out new partners.

Skye pumped a few more times into Tayl, trying to fit every drop of cum she could into the tiny kitten, before finally pulling both of her penises free of the littler girl. Tayl moaned and giggled as the pink-haired fennec's twin shafts launched sticky arcs of semen onto her face and chest, soaking her fur. The little white-furred cat bucked into the air, pumping her shaft with both paws as she spouted onto her own face, making her fur glow with blue bioluminescence.

Before Skye could make another move, a rabbit boy took her place, plunging his stiff penis up between Tayl's widespread thighs. The kitten squealed in delight, her climax still raging as she splattered his stomach-fur with her cum. Skye watched in muted befuddlement at this sudden event, noting that a line of kids had formed behind the rabbit, waiting for their turn with the adorable little cat. Tayl's twin sister Kuro was laying nearby, a similar line waiting for her.

Still ejaculating hard, slinging twin ropes of cum out into the mass of writhing, moaning cubs, Skye turned around. She had already forgotten that Tayl, Goten, and Alvin even existed. In her entranced state, the only thing she had room for were the Headmaster's commands, echoing again and again.

The fennec vaguely noticed her brother's round rear end bouncing up and down nearby, his orange wings flapping as he drove his big, thick cock into Molly Cunningham. Her fringe of hair fell into her face as she squealed in delight, arching her tiny hips against his. Skye could see Fire's big, furry testicles clench as he howled, and thick white fluid burst out of Molly's muff. Fire's fluffy tail swished back and forth rapidly in time with his ejaculations, his cum pooling under Molly.

Elsewhere, Skye caught a glimpse of Jayden. The gray-furred wolf was bent over, his tail lifted high in the air. He was trembling with pleasure, lashing the ground with sprays of cub-cum. Sally Acorn was behind him, driving her swollen shaft into the wolf's chubby rear, squeezing his rump. The squirrel panted, her blue eyes glassy as her hips pumped firm and fast against him. Jayden's moans were muffled by the fact that Arc Royale's enormous penis was buried in his muzzle. Jayden couldn't manage to get more than half of the Pikachu's sixteen inches in his throat, but Arc did not seem to care as he pumped blasts of metallic gold, thick spunk into the wolf's mouth.

******

Skye passed her friends by with little notice, compelled to find new partners. She did not need to wander far. Her cocks continued to surge, firing thick ropes of semen hard into the air, splattering everyone around her. As Skye shuddered, looking for an open hole needing to be filled, she suddenly was tackled clean off her feet.

The fennec gasped, the world turning topsy-turvy as she rolled head over heels. She landed flat on her back with a huff, wincing as her tail kinked under her. A moment later, she yelped as she felt a weight on her hips, her penises engulfed in warmth, wetness, and tightness. Skye gasped, arching her back as she gushed hard, her erections twitching violently. As the fennec's eyes focused, she found herself pinned under Smolder.

The dragoness snarled at Skye, smoke curling out of her nostrils. She pinned Skye's shoulders to the ground, grinding her hips against the fox. She had mounted Skye smoothly, both of the fennec's penises buried hilt-deep inside her. She moaned as Skye's massive orgasm flooded her with semen.

"Hnnng..." grunted Smolder, gasping as the fennec's shafts twitched inside her. She could feel the surges of cum flooding her little womb and her rear, filling her easily. Without hesitation, Smolder began to drive her hips against Skye, riding the little fox. Her spade-tipped tail swished back and forth as she bounced against the little vixen.

Pinned to the ground by the larger, stronger girl, Skye could only lay there and let her move. As pleasure raced through her in waves, accompanying every ejaculation into Smolder's depths, the vixen's head lolled about randomly. She watched the others around her, her eyes roaming over them.

******

Nearby, Kiyone was bent over, moaning as she was triple-teamed by the duckling siblings. Skye had to guess that it was Huey who had buried his nine-inch shaft into Kiyo's muzzle (she decided this based on nothing but an arbitrary assumption). Pulses of thick, white duck-semen poured down Kiyone's chin. Skye could see how rich and sticky the boy's semen was; it almost looked like mayonnaise as it ran down her face. The boy quacked in pleasure, his cock visibly pulsing between the foxgirl's lips. Skye supposed it was a common trait among birds that their spunk was so thick.

Kiyone's red hair was draped over her face in a messy sheet, half-hiding her blue and violet eyes from view as she drove her hips back against... Skye made the random guess that it was Dewey. He gripped her hips, his feather fingers gripping her tight as he ground against her, shuddering. Like his brother, his white-downed testicles were clenched tight against his shaft as he pumped blast after blast into the vixen. Kiyone, meanwhile, shuddered as she buried one of her footlong members deep into Louie, her second penis trailing under him to rub against his feathered balls. Louie's nine inches dragged in the grass beneath him, soaking it with streams of sticky white fluid. His cock twitched up and down violently with each ejaculation as he quacked, pushing his rear back against her. Kiyone moaned and howled as she climaxed too, flooding Louie, even as she streaked his front with spunk, her longer shaft pulsing against his.

******

Skye gasped as Smolder growled and bounced against her hips hard enough to cause Skye's head to smack against the ground. The vixen groaned, dazed in a way that had nothing to do with her trance for a moment. Once the stars and tweeting birds flew away, Skye noted that the pleasure radiating from her loins was less intense. Her orgasm had finally ended. But it seemed that was not enough for Smolder, who showed no intention of letting Skye go. She rocked against the vixen, riding both of her still-stiff penises, her cleft and rear clenching tight. Skye moaned as Smolder milked her for more, already feeling the telltale pressure of a second orgasm building inside her.

Still pinned, unable to move anything other than her tail, toes, and occasionally her hips, Skye looked to the other side, her expression sleepy.

******

On her other side, Simba the lion was giving the world's cutest roar as he plunged himself to the hilt inside Kit Cloudkicker. His upper shaft was visible as it plunged into the ursine's brown cheeks, his lower two sliding down between his legs to prod the back of Kit's balls. The bear gave a little roar of his own as the leonine prince's cock thrust powerfully into his rump, making him spasm as drove forward into Wily Kat. Kat groaned, burying his face into the ebony back-fur of Yakko, keeping pace with the other boys. Yakko was pumping his cock in his gloved palm furiously, slinging bursts of wet pre onto Babs Bunny's face, as she waited, tongue stuck out like a target. Skye watched, mesmerized further by the boys' furry testicles slapping back and forth with each series of thrusts; it reminded her of a Newton's cradle.

Suddenly, Simba tensed and gave a groan, his red-gold eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure. His cock pulsed visibly within Kit, the surprisingly thick shaft lurching, even as his lower two twitched up and down rapidly. Kit moaned loudly as his even larger shaft began doing the same inside Wily Kat. Kat gave a strangled yowl as he arched his back, and Skye's keen hearing picked up his sister's voice screeching in shared ecstasy from nearby. She could see his cock pulsating, his testicles churning as he pressed up to Yakko. Yakko gave what could only be described as a yodel, milking his wet black-skinned foreskin over his oozing pink tip repeatedly.

Skye watched through half-lidded eyes as from Simba forward to Kit, then to Kat, then to Yakko; thick milky fluid began to rush out of each boy in turn, spilling down the backsides of their scrotums. When it came to be Yakko's turn, the black-furred canine arched his back, pulled back his foreskin to expose the rosy swollen head of his penis... and Babs' entire upper body vanished in a firehose-spray of pearly goo. Skye had never seen anyone ejaculate so powerfully, with so much volume other than herself, Buster Bunny, or her friend Shara. Babs gave a strange happy gargling noise from somewhere in the deluge of semen, apparently drinking her fill.

******

Skye's very limited attention was drawn back to Smolder by the sensation of vice-tight rhythmic spasms around her twin erections. A rush of juices soaked the fennec's already-drenched pelvic fur, as Smolder's wings flapped loudly and her tail thrashed back and forth. She craned her neck, spraying a ten-foot long pennant of sparkling sapphire blue flames into the air.

Skye grit her teeth, showing off her fangs as Smolder spasmed around her. Even though Smolder was in mid-orgasm, Skye was still a little ways off. She tensed her groin, clenching her inner muscles, but anything she tried wasn't quite enough. She gripped the grass under her, tearing blades off as she drove her hips upward into Smolder's slick, wet depths, trying to get enough stimulation to go over the edge. Smolder showed no intention of letting her go either, continuing to grind hard against the fennec, even as her first climax waned and she shuddered at the start of a second.

Head lolling about limply as the tiny fennec was ravaged by the dragoness, Skye's attention drifted again.

******

Nearby, Skye's eyes were drawn by a group of children who seemed to be ensnared by what momentarily appeared to be tentacles. However, once her eyes focused properly (difficult with Smolder's hips pounding hers with hammer-like force, shaking her body) she saw that it was Pal Flora, surrounded by kids who were snared in her long, writhing vines. The flower-girl knelt before them, a happy grin on her mouth, as she tugged the kids closer by their genitals. Skye could not tell if she was in mid-climax or not; as always, Pal's cock was jerking up and down as it spat thick green strands of milky sap onto the grass at her feet.

Theodore and Simon Seville had similar expressions on their faces, even if they couldn't look more different. Theodore, chubby, short, and jovial; and Simon, thin, tall, and intellectual; both had eyes closed, mouth hung open, heads thrown back. Skye had to assume this was because Pal had vines shoved in between their buttocks, deep inside each of them. Theodore's two penises were both wrapped in another vine, loops of green, cool plant flesh squeezing his shafts and stroking them. Simon's testicles were tickled by the purple-green tip of one of Pal's vines, even as the majority of his eleven-inch shaft was squeezed by the tendril.

Trunks Briefs was wrapped up almost from neck to toe in Pal's vines. Given how strong the boy was, it must have been quite a feat for Pal to have captured him. His muscled red-furred arms and legs strained as he bucked his hips forward, stabbing his thirteen-inch cock in Pal's direction. Pal had two vines caressing either side of his penis, sliding the clawed tips up and down with tantalizing and torturous slowness until veins bulged from his shaft. He groaned, his blue eyes rolling up in his head, as his tail thrashed desperately. A third tendril drove into his rear end, thrusting roughly and writhing inside him.

Dot Warner lived up to her name; she was so small that Skye almost did not notice her at first, until she saw the long, fat black cock waving from her hips. The little canine might have been smaller than both of her brothers, but she was the biggest of the three of them down there. Her cock was jet black, like her fur, except for the large pink head peeking out of the thick foreskin. Pal had picked her clean off her feet, plunging her tendrils into both of Dot's holes. The little girl squealed in delight, bucking back against Pal eagerly; looking like the only one of the children happy to be in the plant-girl's clutches. Skye couldn't blame her for squealing so loudly; Pal looked like she was taking great pleasure in teasing Dot's little pink nipples as they poked through her fur.

It was then that Skye noticed Pal bucking her hips upward, moaning. There was another cub between her thighs, face buried in the flower-girl's muff. For a moment, all Skye could see of this other child was her upraised rear end, a long tail with a tuft of golden fur swaying in the air, the dribble of her juices down her inner thighs. Then Pal shifted positions where she lay, and so did the other child, revealing Nala. The feline lapped mindlessly at Pal's vulva. The lioness' rough, rasping tongue slid over her petals, lapped up her sweet, strawberry juices, and slid over Pal's clitoris, making her shudder from head to toe. Pal's "sap" was splashing down across her back, as the flower-girl's "stamen" twitched violently, ejaculating over and over again. Skye sometimes wished she was like Pal, who spurted from the moment of erection until orgasm.

Pal suddenly sat up and opened her mouth wide, presenting a big target as she stuck out her pink tongue. Literally a second later, Theodore gave a long, low, guttural moan as he thrust his hips forward. Both of his cocks jerked powerfully, spraying spunk at the same time. Pal aimed him, using her vines to aim his members at her mouth, and happily let him splash her tastebuds.

Simon came a moment later, joining his brother in orgasm. His glasses were askew, as he threw his head back, his long shaft swelling. A sticky, messy rope of chipmunk cum fired forth, adding to Theodore's semen, flooding Pal's mouth, splashing up her green-skinned face. She gasped in delight as his cum pooled in her long pink petals, around the curled stamen on top of her head.

Trunks growled as he came, a noise of frustration and irritation and pleasure all at the same time. His thirteen inch shaft throbbed visibly as it began to pump thick, white blasts of cum into the air. Pal aimed him unerringly at her face, letting it coat her in a sticky glaze. The monkey groaned, thrusting into her vines as she squeezed him rhythmically, milking his shaft. Skye could see his coconut-sized testicles churning as he blasted her with surprising force, enough to blow back some of her petals and expose her forehead.

Then Dot hit her orgasm, and like her brother Yakko, she came like a fire hose. She squealed loudly as a gigantic geyser of semen erupted from her swollen pink tip, high into the air to rain down upon Pal and Nala. Her foot-long member lurched in Pal's tendrils, firing immense blasts of pearly spunk to soak everything in the area. Her inner walls clenched around Pal's tendrils as she thrust her hips into the air with wanton abandon, clearly loving every moment of what she was going through.

Pal finally gave a wail of delight with her raspy voice, arching her hips (and accidentally bonking Nala quite roughly on the nose in the process). Her juices sprinkled Nala's face in a wet splash as her inner walls convulsed. Her cock twitched violently, as her little spurts of green semen became large, powerful gouts. Nala gasped as the bursts struck her ears, draping down her back in messy stripes.

The flower opened her mouth wide, letting the boys and Dot splatter every inch of her body with cum, clearly having the time of her young life. Nala looked significantly less happy to be so drenched, but orgasmed all the same as the bound-up children bukkaked her and Pal.

******

Skye's focus was drawn back to Smolder as the dragons snarled. Apparently, her patience with Skye was running out. Skye could feel her orgasm bubbling in her loins, moments away, but from the need in the dragoness' cyan eyes and the smoke curling from her nostrils, she was not willing to wait any more.

Smolder's tail flicked up into Skye's range of vision, and waved back and forth threateningly. The pink spade at the tip swished through the air. Smolder reared her hips back, until both of Skye's cocks almost fell out of her. With a sudden, violent movement, she plunged back down, and shoved her tail into Skye's vulva. The feeling of the thick, muscular appendage penetrating her so forcefully, the scales rubbing her clitoris was too much for poor Skye.

The vixen's mouth went wide in a silent scream of pleasure as she arched her hips up, driving as deep as she could into Smolder. A rainbow of colors exploded in Skye's head, her eyes rolling up as both of her penises surged mightily, erupting with a full-force ejaculation. Smolder's eyes went wide, apparently not expecting such a tiny little fox to blast as much. Within moments, Skye had overflowed her, the thick foxcum pouring back onto Skye's stomach. Within seconds, Smolder's stomach was beginning to swell like she had just eaten a large meal.

Smolder roared, sending another stream of fire into the air as she climaxed hard, clenching and milking Skye for more. Skye happily gave her what she wanted, each powerful spasm sending a thirty-second long stream of semen into the dragoness. Pleasure wiped Skye's already entranced mind clean; it was all she could feel, all she could think. All Skye could do was thrust, moan, and spurt.

At some point, Skye must have blacked out, and Smolder must have gotten filled to (or beyond) her capacity, because when the fennec came back to awareness, her orgasm was on its way out. Smolder was gone, but in her place were Webby Vanderquack and Ryo-Ohki, bobbing their heads upon her twin shafts. Both girls were gulping loudly, Skye's semen leaking from beak and lips. Apparently, while Skye was unconscious or dazed or simply zonked out; the two girls had decided not to let all that thick, hot spunk go to waste.

Skye moaned happily, surrendering to the duck and the cabbit as they pleasured her, allowing herself to drift away once more...

*****

Time passed after that in fits and starts for Skye, as she drifted away from and wandered meanderingly back to some minimal form of awareness in her trance. After some time of letting the massive orgy go on, the Headmaster ordered a stop to it. All the children had stopped dead, many in mid thrust, or even mid-orgasm; their climaxes coming to an instantaneous halt with the Headmaster's almighty command.

Skye's memory of what came after was particularly spotty; it was par for the course that she didn't remember a lot of what happened while entranced, but perhaps because she was hypnotized for so long, or because the Headmaster was involved, but most of what came after was nothing but a happy, sleepy blur.

She remembered being handed Twin School branded protein shakes by some adults who wandered amongst the scattered, panting cubs, and told to drink it. Mumbling her orders aloud, Skye popped the cap, and chugged the entire bottle in a single quaff. The cool refreshing deep taste of chocolate had splashed across her tongue, making her wag happily. No one knew exactly what was in the protein shakes, but they worked wonders on dehydration and vitamin depletion. Within minutes, Skye was feeling better, her penises stiffening for another round.

******

A whirl of vagueness later, Skye remembered kneeling, peeking through half-open eyes as deep, adult moans sounded loud in her ears. The distinctive, repeated wet, sloppy slap of precum-soaked flesh being stroked rapidly filled her senses. She couldn't see anything other than penises, almost a dozen of them aiming straight at her. She glanced to her side, seeing kids lining the sidewalks in front of adults, all in similar states. She gasped, her attention drawn back in front of her as one of the adults gave a full body tremble, and a massive rope of semen lanced out of his shaft and smacked Skye clean between the eyes. Her vision blurred, and the rest of the memory likewise blurred into the sensation of semen striking her body from multiple angles, soaking her hair and fur.

******

Another gap in Skye's memory led her to find herself kneeling again, this time back in the grass. She could feel other cubs kneeling beside her on either side, and in front of her, a second line of cubs knelt, staring back at her. She could not move, not even a finger. Only Skye's twin erections could move, twitching hard in her lap, drooling pre onto her thighs. In front of her, Simba knelt, shivering from head to toe, his six heavy balls visibly swelling with need as his three ten-inch lengths pulsed between his legs. Wakko was beside him, his normally expressive face blank and empty as his thick cock drooled copious amounts of pre. It looked like a waterfall leaking from his tip, spilling down the underside of his shaft. Mew sat on Simba's other side, her long swishy tail curled around her waist. Her tiara was lopsided, semen dripping off of it into her hair. Her cock was twitching eagerly, bobbing up and down as her chest rose and fell.

Skye and the other children sat there, paralyzed by whatever hypnotic commands they had been given, unable to move or think. Their arousal built, their shafts throbbing, their muffs clenching and dripping. After what might have been hours of kneeling and trembling (or minutes, Skye had no idea how time was passing with the gaps in her thoughts and memories), through sheer arousal alone, the children began to climax. Down the lines of kids, grunts, huffs, and little moans sounded as, without once touching themselves, the children erupted in pleasure.

Skye's twin cocks were leaking like a broken faucet, pre-ejaculate pouring out of both of her swollen heads as she knelt there. Simba suddenly gave a single, pronounced grunt, as his cocks began to bob up and down repeatedly, his pelvic muscles spasming. The lion's eyes closed and with a shudder from head to toe, three powerful sprays of hot, rich lion spunk lanced out and struck Skye's right nipple, the center of her chest, and her shoulder. His second shot struck her forehead, ricocheting up into her pink hair and soaking her blue forelock, while the other two splattered against her neck. The vixen did not even blink. Skye barely even noticed.

As kids up and down the line began to erupt into orgasm, their pent-up frustration building too high for their young bodies to handle, it took a little while for Skye to join them. About half of the children had climaxed before Skye felt pleasure erupt from her loins, making every inch of her body tingle. Her penises jerked violently, returning fire at Simba, splashing his golden fur with massive gouts of milky fluid. Simba, like her, did not react to the sudden drenching, merely staring straight ahead, his jaw dropped limp. Out of the corners of her vision, Skye could see arcs of spunk being traded back and forth down the line, looking like a fancy fountain.

*****

Skye drifted back in again, surrounded by the sensation of warm, wet fur around her. She was thrusting her hips, her hands on someone else's wide, feminine rear. She looked down, watching her lower penis sliding in and out of a large, round orange butt, her upper penis splashing the person's back with precum. Skye instantly recognized it as her brother's rear end, even before she saw the big orange wings hanging from his back, and the back of his head. Fire was in a similar position ahead of her, his hands on someone else's rear, his cock driving into them.

It took a moment for Skye's numbed, hypnotized thoughts to register that she too, had been impaled by a large, throbbing shaft. It plunged into her damp muff, spreading her walls as wide as she could go. She groaned, clenching around it instinctively. The vixen glanced over her shoulder, past one of her own golden wings, and made the disinterested observation that the owner of the pulsing, driving shaft was Jayden. The wolf was panting, his hips pounding against hers as he spilled pre into her depths. She could feel him throbbing; he always got extra excited inside her.

And then she noticed that there was someone behind Jayden, thrusting into him. Skye could barely see the person from her current position, but saw a flash of glassy blue and violet; and realized it was Kiyone driving one of her cocks into Jayden.

It was at that moment that Skye realized that she was somewhere in the middle of a massive, singular line of thrusting, moaning children; each one being penetrated by the person behind them, each one penetrating the person in front. The line snaked back and forth through the cul-de-sac; Skye had to guess that every single child in Breezeport was in line. Skye noticed that several girls in line had not possessed the equipment to participate in such an endeavor before; but now were busy driving their erect penises into the people in front of them. Babs Bunny, for example, had not possessed such a fine, pulsing rod of flesh, as she pushed it into Fifi LeFume's quivering hole; nor had Fifi one to drive into Buster in front of her. Skye was not overly surprised; she supposed that all the pure females had been given a dose of Phalanol with which to participate.

The children thrust back and forth, the movement rippling like waves up and down the line. Moans filled the air, the slap of hips against each other echoing like thunder through the town.

Skye's biggest regret later was that she did not remember much after her orgasm hit. She felt herself go off inside of Fire, her other cock skunk-striping his back with semen, her inner walls clenching tight around Jayden. Then, as moans of ecstasy sounded around her, she drifted away again, her body moving on its own, her subconscious piloting it.

*****

"Hail the Headmaster!"

"Obey the Headmaster!"

"Good children obey!"

"Obedience is pleasure!"

"Pleasure is obedience!"

"Hail the Headmaster!"

Skye heard herself chanting those words along with all the other cubs, over and over again as she stood back in parade formation with the rest. Her hands were on her penises, pumping both in time with the words. She stared straight ahead, feeling happy and warm and empty as her shafts pulsed in her palms, both pumping blasts of semen into the air. She was vaguely aware of the children around her in similar masturbation, spunk slopping everywhere from hundreds of shafts, juices running down hundreds of thighs. The chant continued, occasionally punctuated by gasps and moans and grunts.

Skye had not realized that her knees had buckled from exhaustion until she felt the soft grass hit her back, and her penises sprayed her in her face. She spluttered, trying to continue to chant, but unable to with a mouthful of her own cum. She heard the soft "fwump" of other kids around her hitting the ground.

"That is enough, my children. You have made me very happy. Now awaken and talk to your new friends... And then, I think it is nearly bedtime for you all," the Headmaster's voice called. He clapped his hands loudly, the crack echoing across the cul-de-sac.

Skye groaned, blinking sleepily as the trance slowly gave way to awareness and conscious thought once more. She lifted her hand, examining it with mild, dazed unconcern as thick, hot white goo dripped from it. Every inch of her was completely sodden with semen, and she felt like she weighed twenty pounds more with how saturated her fur was. Her cocks twitched, still spouting ropes onto her tummy, sending little shivers of ecstasy up her spine. She could hear a low murmur coming from all the children around her, all slowly waking up and taking stock of themselves and their surroundings.

Skye looked up, mildly surprised. The moon shone high above, twinkling stars scattered across the night sky around it. When they had started the parade, it had been mid-morning. She only had a vague idea of what they had done, her memories fuzzy and indistinct, but she did not feel like she had been having sex for hours on end. In fact, outside of being tired, she mostly felt the warm, happy afterglow suffusing her body. She wondered if the Headmaster had hypnotized them to not feel the ache and soreness that they normally would feel after such exertion.

Slowly, the children began to pick themselves off the ground (helping each other up in many cases, on legs too shaky to support them), and congregate in chattering groups. Before, the children had separated themselves, talking in their various cliques, and by school; but now, they broke out and talked with anyone they wanted to. They were one group of Breezeport kids; not private school and public school students.

"Woo... That was... That was somethin'," said Yakko, grunting as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on shaky arms.

"...I don't remember a thing, but I think I liked it," groaned Trunks nearby, still laying with limbs splayed out, his penis sticking straight up into the air.

"I remember... some stuff... but it's all fuzzy and fluffy," Skye admitted, helping Theodore climb to his feet.

"Um... I like your thingies," Theodore said, blushing with embarrassment, "I think... I think at one point, we were rubbing 'em together, and I was kinda impressed to be with a girl like... like me."

Skye giggled, as Theodore's twin members hung between his legs, semen leaking from his foreskins. She reached down and peeled them back to expose the rosy tips.

"I like yours too. And I think I need to borrow some of your albums. I was never a fan before, but I'll give it another try," Skye said, smiling at the young chipmunk.

He grinned wide, his chubby cheeks flushing pink, "I can get you some free copies... and autograph 'em."

Skye's keen hearing picked up snippets of other conversations around her.

******

"Dude, you have THREE?" asked Fire, pointing at Simba's groin. Simba looked down, his trio of erections still spurting weakly as he flexed his pelvic muscles.

"...Yeah?" he replied, "It's a genetic trait in my family. It marks who'll be the next king of our lands."

"How did I not know this?" Fire grumbled, consternated as he watched the lion's shafts jealously.

"Probably because we've... uh... never even talked. Not once. I don't even know your name," Simba replied, confused.

"We'll hafta change that!" Fire said, grinning as he ran a finger up Simba's upper shaft playfully.

*****

"So, uh... any of you guys play Heroes and Humpings?" Jayden asked, trying to clean his cum-smeared glasses. It was pointless, as he had no clothes to clean them on, and his fur was even more coated than his lenses.

"Dude! We've been looking for a game in town for AGES!" Dewey exclaimed, hopping up and down excitedly as he helped his brothers stand up.

"It's kinda awkward running it with just your brothers. I have all the rulebooks and everything, but you really need more than three players and a DM," said Huey, his beak wide in a grin, "It'll also be nice playing with people who don't know how you think and how to mess with you."

"Oh, joy. More Heroes and Humpings..." sighed Louie, patting his thighs as he looked for his phone, forgetting he wasn't wearing any clothes.

"I run a weekly game with my crew. You're perfectly welcome, but... uh..." Jayden said, hesitating.

"But?" Webby asked, smiling wide as she walked up to Jayden, "We've been dyin' to play with some people in town, please please please please! I'll stroke your big thingie a bunch if ya let us play!"

Jayden blushed and waved his paws, "I was just gonna say, you need to bring your own dice and condoms!"

***** "So, what do you do for fun?" Smolder asked Kiyone, helping to wipe cum out of her hair.

"Um, you know... Hang out with Skye... you met her," Kiyone said, tilting her head towards the fennec, "She's my best friend."

"Yeah, we 'met...' repeatedly, very hard. We 'met' all over each other. But I was askin' YOU what you do for fun, not about her," Smolder said, grinning.

"Oh! Uh, I'm pretty quiet. I read and play games and stuff, the usual... Oh, I am part of Our Lady's dance troupe!" Kiyone said, smiling.

"Dance? Really? Awesome. You and I should do a dance-off sometime. I've got some great moves!" Smolder bragged, turning a pirouette.

"Yes, I saw several of them earlier when you had Wily Kat bent over with his thingie up your-" Kiyone replied teasingly.

"Okay, okay! OTHER moves, not the splurty wet kind!" Smolder complained, as Kiyone giggled.

*****

Skye turned her attention to the kids near her, as Theodore pulled away, able to support his own weight again. She coughed, drawing their attention to her.

"Um... so... I don't... uh... I think I've been a jerk to you guys," Skye said hesitantly, the blush on her cheeks visible even through the thick glaze of semen coating them, "...An' I... uh..."

"We were jerks too, I think," agreed Trunks, nodding as he continued to pump his erection in a hand, distracting the fennec. She reluctantly tore her eyes away from his groin.

"...Right, so... I mean... if... some of you guys wanted to hang out sometime, I'd be cool with that," Skye offered, "I mean... I've got cool games in my dorm, and we can play them, or we... could do stuff... I dunno, I mean, we don't know you guys that well, so..."

"Nah," said Yakko flatly. Skye blinked in surprise, her ears drooping, her tail tucking between her legs. Her stomach clenched, and she tried to hold back a whimper.

"...Nah?" she asked weakly.

"Nah, we're not gonna go to YOUR school to hang out... this time at least. You're gonna come and hang with US," Yakko said, grinning, "It's only fair you get outta this cul-de-sac and see the REAL Breezeport."

Skye smiled wide, the heavy feeling in her stomach dissipating instantly, replaced by butterflies of delight. She giggled as Goten snuck up behind her, tickling her sides, his cock sliding up her back.

"Eeeheheheee!!" she squealed, "You guys do realize that I'm FROM here, though, right?"

"Who cares, we'll show you some cool stuff anyway!" Goten laughed.

"Meet us out here after breakfast tomorrow. And... uh... Wear somethin' ya don't mind gettin' soaked in goo," Yakko said, grinning as his eyes flicked down to Skye's twin shafts.

With that, the teachers suddenly popped up among the crowd, ushering the kids away. The Twin Schools students were directed back to their dormitories, and the public school kids were sent back home.

As Skye walked up the stairs towards her shared dorm room with Kiyone, planning on taking a shower and getting even dirtier before getting clean, then going to bed; the fennec's only thoughts were about how much fun she was going to have with her new friends tomorrow.