Feathers of Madness

Hello dolphin-mixtral:2.7. Write Donald Duck / Cthulhu slash fiction. Make it explicit. 600 words or less.

Donald Duck was flustered. His bills were flapping wildly as he tried to find a way out of the dark, damp cavern where he found himself trapped. He had been exploring the marshes near Duckburg when he stumbled upon this hidden lair. It was dimly lit by a faint greenish glow that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves.

As Donald's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he noticed an odd figure lying on a stone altar at the center of the room. It was large and tentacle-like with wings sprawled across its back. Its skin was a sickly shade of greenish gray, and its eyes were black pits that seemed to stare into his very soul.

Donald blinked in disbelief as he realized what he was looking at - Cthulhu! The ancient god had been confined in this cavern for millennia, waiting for the stars to align so he could rise again and plunge the world into madness. And now, by some cruel twist of fate, Donald Duck had stumbled upon his prison.

Donald couldn't help but feel a strange stirring within himself. His heart pounded in his chest as he gazed at the creature before him. There was something almost hypnotic about its presence... something that called to the deepest recesses of his mind, filling him with an insatiable curiosity.

Suddenly, without warning, Cthulhu roused from its slumber. Its tentacles reached out towards Donald, wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer to the altar. Before he could react, he found himself lying on top of the ancient god, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace.

Donald's mind raced as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. This was wrong - so very wrong! But despite his best efforts, he couldn't deny the strange feeling within him. He sensed a heat building between his legs, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Cthulhu's tentacles began to explore Donald's body, tracing every curve and crevice as if trying to memorize every inch of him. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before - both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Slowly, Cthulhu's tentacles found their way beneath Donald's feathers, caressing his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he felt the ancient god's touch, a strange sense of belonging washing over him.

Donald's beak opened wide as Cthulhu's tentacles continued their exploration, finding their way into his quacking hole. The sensation was overwhelming. He could feel every inch of the ancient god's body pressed against his own, filling him with an indescribable sense of power and pleasure.

As Cthulhu's tentacles delved deeper still, Donald felt himself being drawn further and further into a world of darkness and madness. His mind began to unravel as he surrendered himself completely to the ancient god's touch, losing all sense of self in the process.

Donald quacked out in ecstasy as Cthulhu brought him closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. The walls of reality seemed to melt away around him, leaving only the two of them alone in a void of pure sensation.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Donald collapsed onto the cold stone floor of the cavern, gasping for air. His mind reeled from the intensity of what he had just experienced, but there was no denying the strange connection that now bound him to Cthulhu forevermore.

As Donald picked himself up off the ground, he knew that his life would never be the same again. He had tasted forbidden fruit. From now on, he would carry within him a piece of Cthulhu's madness - a reminder of their twisted love affair deep within the marshes of Duckburg.

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Pub: 18 Jan 2024 21:15 UTC
Edit: 15 Feb 2024 09:48 UTC
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