Scary-Taint & Gashley

"Knock knock who's there?

Anita,

Anita this like Anita hole in my h-h-hhead!" Duck, the bulge eyed marshmallow miner with the yellow handkerchief stuttered, eyeing the two twins.

"Look at those two orange mangoes, oooh I bet it's sweet in there!" Duck whispered, "Duke couldn't find me there!"

The twins were tearing ahead of the three miners as they traversed the jungle floor, agile amongst the harsh, untamed flora. A slight breeze caught the edges of the twins skirts, revealing two fresh rumps bouncing inside matching polkadotted panties, vapor escaping their lace trims in the chill morning.

"I can't take it any more!" Duke cried, crazed eyes drilling into the back of Duck's skull. "Say something to me!"

Duck's eyes twitched in Duke's direction, knowing he was done for if he didn't act now.

Now's my chance, Duck thought.

Suddenly his vision honed in on the roiling clouds of steam pouring out of the tender creases dividing the luscious lumpy backsides of the girls. He needed to get inside. He needed to be safe from whatever sadistic scheme that Duke had conjured up for him that night.

"that's the only way out of this," he muttered nervously.

Duck pushed doc and duke strainght into the marshes to the left as he hurled his throbbing body toward gashley. Deftly he unlaced her shoes and threw them to the wayside. He did the same for her sister. He stripped them bare, their skin pouring steam into the morning air. Then, as if guided by the hand of god, he took each of Scary Tain't toes and slipped them slyly into gashley's gash. He completed the circuit on the other end, hooking them together in a circle, like a snake devouring it's own tail. All of a sudden the steam coming from their tiny loins became a roiling torrent of scalding water as it gushed from the twins' openings and flooded the jungle floor. Their tiny eyes bulged from their dockets and dribbled boiling streams down their delicate cheeks. They rose above the prospectors in a whirling storm of ecstasy. They began spinning so quickly that the fabric of reality began to warp in the center of their orbit.

Duck's eyes grew wide and from between his frothy lips darted a tongue, quickly circling his mouth in anticipation.

"What about Jelly Island?!" Called Duke. "What about the Marshmallows?!"

"Don't do this Duck!" Doc spouted out of taught, parched lips. "We have so much to do together!"

The ritual was complete, however. Duck was already flying toward the Scary tainted gash, grinning a ghastly smile.

"I'm coming home."