Chapter 4 – The Resolution

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Doug didn't slow down until they were safely out of hearing range of the flowers, and only then did he pull them to a halt outside of what seemed to be a dollhouse, dragging Evie up onto a plastic patio filled with doll-sized furniture.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he set her down on a sun lounger, the dwarf-kin taking a tentative seat beside her. "That um- that sounded horrible."

"Oh, that's nothing," Evie sniffed, scrubbing at her cheeks in a somewhat futile effort. "My mother has said way worse things."

She froze when Doug passed over a handkerchief, because of course he had one, and offered him a grateful smile while she tried to clean off her face. Looked like her makeup was a lost cause.

"I'm sorry," Doug said after a pause, the other teen seeming to stare at his shoes. "That's awful."

Evie shrugged. "They don't call her the Evil Queen because she's nice," she murmured, clutching the handkerchief to her chest. It was ruined now, from the plant goo and makeup and tears. Just like everything else, Evie had taken a lovely, respectable thing and made it worse. "My mother… she had high expectations of me. She wanted me to be perfect because she couldn't be, and…"

"And no one's perfect," Doug deduced. "Not even you."

Evie shuddered. "No. And I was stuck with her – with that training – for ten years." At Doug's startled look, she elaborated, "Maleficent banished us to our castle when I was six. We stayed locked up inside with nothing but each other the entire time."

"Evie," Doug said, visibly wounded. "I'm so sorry."

"It…" Was what it was, and Evie was going to say as much, but she felt so defeated, so small and broken. "It was awful," she whispered, feeling herself tear up again. "Everything was a test. Everything was a trial, and I failed about all of them. She didn't want me to be smart. She didn't want me to read. She wanted me to be poised and beautiful and a perfect dancer and singer and fashionista. She wanted me to be charming, engaging, so I could get the very best, and-"

Evie cut herself off with a swallow. "I… I wanted so badly just to make her proud, but we got to Auradon and even with all my training..." New tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. "I couldn't- I couldn't get one prince to look at me. Not one. I didn't even get Ben, Mal did that, and I know- I know it doesn't matter, but it's- all those years-" she gasped, feeling hot and small. "It was for nothing. Nothing came from it."

"Evie." Doug wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Evie didn't care if she was naked, she melted into his side, accepting his affection. "That wasn't your fault. You survived something horrible-"

"But that's just it," Evie croaked. "Carlos had to deal with Cruella-"

"And that was also terrible," Doug interrupted. "It didn't make what you experienced less traumatizing. It doesn't mean you're not allowed to hurt. None of us will ever know what you truly went through, but Evie, the things we like about you, the things we love about you – none of that stuff was in your mom's teachings. We like you because you're smart and kind and talented. Mal worships the ground you walk on-"

"Mal thinks I'm perfect," Evie sniffed. "And I'm not. I'm so afraid of disappointing her, Doug. I'm afraid if she finds out that I- I'm just scared that I won't be as pretty anymore and I can't take that. I can't, not when I love Mal so much." Evie shuddered. "And I can't- I can barely kiss her, sometimes, because I can hear my mother's voice threatening my ears about how only whores and broken, stupid princesses want to kiss other girls."

"Aw, Evie," Doug said, holding her close.

"She's not even here and I'm not free," Evie gushed. "I hate it. I just want to love Mal. I want to love Jay and Carlos but I can't please her like Uma could, it's not as easy as it is with the others, and I- I feel so- so broken," she sobbed, her throat aching from the heat of her cries.

Doug let her have it out. He gave up and dragged her into his lap so she could properly cry against his chest and held her close, rocking her as she let all the tears out.

When she seemed slightly more calm, he nuzzled her wet hair, his hand warm around her waist. "You're not broken," he said simply. "You're wounded, but you're not broken. I… We had this sort of conversation with Harry, actually," he said, catching Evie's attention. "He had a um… difficult time accepting his attraction for guys because of some of the stuff his dad had said. And I'm going to tell you the same thing we told him."

Doug shifted his gaze down so that he was staring into Evie's eyes, and he was just as warm and assuring as always.

"Your partners could never be with you physically and they will still love you. No matter what that reason is, no matter what you do, they will love you. So if you never kiss Mal or never have sex with her? That will be okay. And if it takes you a while to get there, that will be okay too, because they love you, Evie. And they don't love you because you're perfect – they know you're not. You're only human, and they're flawed. No, they love you because of the wonderful conglomeration of traits that make you you. Your bravery and cunning and intelligence and generosity. And no amount of trauma on your part will ever take those away so… so just trust them, please," he said, nuzzling her hair. "Because if they love you even a fraction as much as I love Harry and Audrey, as I'm beginning to love Uma and Gil, they want to be there for you when you're hurting. Relationships aren't just a one-way street." He hugged her close. "They're not going to run away just because you're wounded, and they're certainly not going to be disappointed. I don't think you could disappoint them if you tried."

"Even…" Evie swallowed, motioning downwards, towards the telling thing that Doug had been kind enough to ignore until now. "Even with this?"

Doug gave her a fond smile. "I'm pretty sure most of them would consider that a bonus," he offered. "Is that why you haven't had sex with them?"

"Partly," Evie allowed. "That and my fear of disappointing them. And um… my mom's training was pretty strict about what I could and couldn't do before marriage and-" She swallowed. "I'm a mess."

"You are lovely," Doug countered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And I will hear no arguments on the subject."

Evie giggled, leaning into him. "You're very sweet, Doug," she murmured, enjoying the warm line of his body. "I'm glad you have people who love and cherish you. I can think of no one who deserves it more."

She tilted her head back and caught him blushing, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he seemed to shiver in the wake of the compliment.

"Th-Thank you, Evie," he murmured. "And um… I- when you first got here, I uh… I had a crush on you, if that's worth anything."

Oh, that was-

"Yes," Evie whispered, reaching up to trace the line of Doug's jaw. "That's worth a lot, Doug. To hold the favor of someone as sweet and kind as you…" She grinned. "That makes me feel far less wicked."

"You should never feel wicked," Doug insisted. "I don't think there's an evil bone in your body."

Evie felt herself flush down to her toes. "Back on the Isle, I would have been devastated to hear that," she admitted. "But now, that makes me really happy."

"Glad to help," Doug said, still seeming lovely and bashful. "So um… shall we find the lock for your key?"

"I'm waiting right here," a voice said beside them, and belatedly, both of them realized it was coming from the door to the dollhouse, from the doorknob, to be specific. "You need to get that gunk off, though," it sniffed, looking at the flower goo that coated Evie with an air of distaste. "I have standards."

"Of course," Doug laughed, cheerful and relaxed. "Shall I um… help with that?"

Evie flushed. So far the only contact she'd had other than herself had come from Gil, and while that had been um- intense, having Doug offer now so bashfully made her twitch.

"Okay," Evie whispered, heart speeding as Doug's hand trailed to the base of her dick. "Just- be careful, okay? I'm really worked up."

"I can see that," Doug said, flushing as he slowly dragged his hand up her length, urging the excess slime, off. "You um- have a very nice penis, Evie."

"Doug," Evie said, twitching in his hands. "You don't have to-"

"No, I mean it," Doug urged. "I have become somewhat of an expert, and I think-"

"Maybe you should lick it off," the doorknob offered, somewhat grumpy. "Make sure it's really gone."

Doug blinked. "Oh- uh, okay." And then he was sliding Evie off of his lap, shifting down so that he was kneeling between her legs.

There was a prince between her legs. A prince smiling up at her eagerly, who was cradling the base of her length in his hands while he slowly but surely dragged the head of her dick into his mouth.

One lick, a firm squeeze, and Evie felt herself falling apart, couldn't even warn Doug before bursts of slick seemed to rip through her.

He startled, flailed for a moment before he got determined, seeming resolute to drink her down.

"Doug," Evie moaned while he hollowed his cheeks, sucking carefully and flicking his tongue against oversensitive flesh. "Doug, I-"

More gushing, Doug easing a few fingers into her folds and urged that flower slime out too, and there was so much that Evie felt herself bursting, felt it shove out of her like an orgasm, the two seeming to compound over each other until she was a writhing mess.

"Doug," she gasped. "Doug!"

"Evie," Doug murmured, lips wet and flushed when he let go of her length, his clever fingers still teasing between her folds. "You look so beautiful. You feel so-"

A jolt, because the lounger seemed to be shrinking beneath Evie, the patio ceiling drawing closer-

Or they were getting bigger.

"Come on!" Doug said, already dragging her up and out of the dollhouse, back onto the dresser.

"But the lock!" Evie said, looking over her shoulder. "It's still-"

"There's no time!" Doug held her close as the world shrank again, as they grew back to their normal sizes.

Eventually, they were sitting side-by-side on the dresser, the room back as it originally was.

"We'll find you another lock," Doug declared when it was over, his arm wrapped around her waist. "I'm sorry. I got too into it."

"No." Evie shook her head, squeezing his hand. "You were taking care of me. I appreciate that." She turned, running a hand through Doug's hair before she let it trail lower, cradling his thin braid between her hands. "That was a very good first time, Doug," she murmured. "Thank you."

"I… it was my pleasure, Evie," Doug said, sliding off the dresser. "And my honor."

Evie followed him off the dresser, shivering when a cool breeze hit her body. "I um- hope we can find me new clothes to go with that lock," Evie said, looking around the room. "I think mine might still be tiny-"

She cut off with a gasp when new clothes seemed to materialize around her. Like Harry, she seemed to have acquired her own Wonderland dress, though hers was a deep navy. Unfortunately, it seemed like her dress was also shrunken, because the skirt was very short, poofing out with the help of a petticoat that Evie was sure showed off her panties, which clung tight to her front and seemed to- was there a hole in the back?

Evie picked up the back of her skirt and flushed when she realized yes, that was a heart-shaped cutout in the middle of her panties.

"Oh, wow," Doug said, flushing when he realized his response. "I mean- sorry."

He was more than sorry for just the words because he seemed to be worked up again, a telling hardness between his legs that made Evie shake a little.

It didn't help that her dress was tight, clinging to her boobs with a neckline that dipped low enough that she threatened to pop out of it completely. She was pretty sure she wasn't given a bra, which was fine, but-

She looked like a slut, which didn't really help with the hurtful words her mother had left her with.

"It's okay," Evie said, feeling herself flush.

She also, embarrassingly enough, twitched with interest, her dick managing to recover somehow, but despite its growing arousal, it seemed safely trapped in the confines of her new panties, not threatening to spill out whatsoever, which was a normal concern for her.

"Oh no," Evie said, lifting up the front of her skirt. She gave the waist of the panties a tentative tug, and felt a wave of hopelessness wash through her when they didn't budge.

"What?" Doug asked, shaking off his embarrassment for concern.

"I can't um- get my key out," Evie said. "The panties are stuck."

"Well, why would you worry about your key when his still needs to be dealt with?" a new voice said, and belatedly, Evie realized it was the room doorknob talking to them now.

Evie froze, looking at Doug. "But didn't you-"

Doug flushed. "I did," he insisted. "But maybe now that I'm worked up again-"

"He needs to put his key in your lock!" the doorknob finished.

"But…" Evie cupped the front of her panties, feeling out her folds through the soft material. "He can't reach my lock."

"Of course he can," the doorknob drawled, rolling its eyes. "You even went and gave him a nice window for it."

For a moment, they both froze, Evie flushing terribly, before she realized- "You want him to- there?"

"That's where your lock is," the doorknob said. "Just hurry up and get to it, will you?"

"Evie," Doug said, sounding entirely apologetic. "I'm so sorry. If you're not comfortable with this-"

"No." Evie shook her head. "It's um- it's not that. I'm actually more um- used to anal than anything else." Just explaining it made her feel humiliated. "I just- it's undignified. You deserve better."

Doug blinked, not seeming to have expected this argument. "Evie… sex, even anal sex, that's a natural part of our lives. There's nothing undignified about it. It's just another way we can make ourselves feel good."

"So you…" Evie swallowed. "Even- even though I'm a girl?"

She knew guys did anal all the time, it was one of the more prominent options for them, but girls didn't do it-

Well, to Evie's knowledge, they didn't do it unless they had to find some way to please their prince before marriage and couldn't offer them anything else. It was a negotiating tool.

Doug gave her a careful look. "Even though you're a girl," he confirmed. "Audrey had the same hang-ups as you," he admitted. "But they aren't necessary. No one will think less of you, least of all me."

"Okay," Evie said, wanting to believe it even if she wasn't entirely sure she could. "Okay."

If she was going to do this with anyone, she was sort of glad it was Doug, who didn't seem to judge her. Who seemed endlessly patient and kind and sweet.

"How… how do you want to do this?" she asked, feeling shy.

Doug swallowed. "The um- bed would work."

"Right." Evie nodded, trying to fill herself with some kind of confidence. She'd managed it once before, when she'd asked Mal to be good. When they'd sworn off their parents' plans. She could do it again, now.

She crawled up onto the bed the way her mother taught her, settling on her hands and knees and wishing she didn't feel so horribly awkward. She looked over her shoulder to where Doug was staring at her, gaze half-lidded, an open want in his eyes.

Surprisingly enough, it made her feel a lot better. To be desired despite it all.

"I'm here," he said, rushing to crawl up behind her, settling on his knees. "I'm here, Evie."

"And I'm wet," she said, feeling the residual plant goo cling to her entrance. She felt herself twitch when he pushed her skirt up, his breath catching at the sight of her, and then one of his hands curled around her hips.

"You're lovely," he reminded her, just as something blunt worked between her cheeks. Oh, that was-

It was Doug, and she gazed over her shoulder just so she could see that thick length of his press into her, and it should have- normally this required a lot more stretching but she took him like it was nothing, took him and moaned, it felt so good.

"Doug," she gasped, her eyes squeezing tight at the feel of him. "You're so-"

"You're good, Evie," Doug murmured, working himself in. "You feel so tight."

"Big," Evie moaned, letting her head fall back, her back arch. She felt her breasts stretch against the material of her dress, wondered if they'd pop free, wondered if Doug would like it. "Doug-"

"I've got you," Doug reminded her.

"Wow," she heard Jay's voice say, and that-

Evie tensed, her eyes flying open with a small swell of terror. The bedroom – their secluded space – it had vanished while her eyes were closed, and now their bed was in the middle of their glassed-off compartment.

She was- now they could all see her take it up the ass, saw how she wanted it, and Jay – who look substantially less dressed and more exhausted – was watching her with a look of open interest, but-

It was too much. Their gazes were too much. Jay and Carlos were watching, but so was Audrey- Ben and Harry and Mal-

Evie started crying, turning her head away in shame, and Jay cursed.

So just another day.

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"Jay, you shithead," Evie heard Mal snap, but she couldn't pay attention to it because Doug was pulling out of her, dragging her up into his lap.

"Evie," he murmured, holding her close.

"I'm sorry," she croaked. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Doug said, running a hand through her hair.

"But if you don't put your key in my lock we can't go and I ruined- I ruined-"

"You're fine, Evie," that was Carlos' insistent voice, and when Evie looked up, it was to see the Young De Ville pressing himself against the glass wall that divided them. "I promise, you're okay. You didn't ruin anything, none of us are mad at you."

"But he has to fuck me," Evie sputtered, feeling herself get more worked up. "And it shouldn't be hard, my mom trained me for this-"

"Your mom trained you for what?" Mal snapped, the half Fae standing naked in all her glory, pressed up against her glass barrier, Uma standing beside her.

"To please boys," Evie croaked. "I can't- I'm not supposed to- to give them my flower before I get married or I'll get ruined so she taught me how to…" Evie trailed off, burying her face against Doug's shoulder. "Sh-She'd use a broom handle-"

"Evie," Doug said, sounding horrified all over again. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll kill her!" Mal snapped, her eyes blazing a furious shade of green. "I'll tear her limb from fucking limb."

"Get in line," Jay said, his voice sounding uncharacteristically cool.

"Evie," It was Gil, who seemed to have woken at last. He was cradling an exhausted-looking Chad in his arms who was also dressed in a Wonderland dress, seeming mostly out of it as he curled in Gil's lap. "You're amazing no matter what. You're amazing even if you're scared or sad. You're amazing even if you can't have sex with anyone, okay? And nobody – not Wonderland or your mom or any of us – can ever tell you otherwise."

"Eves," Mal said, seeming to calm down somewhat. "Is… is this why you didn't want to have sex?"

"She didn't want to disappoint you," Gil offered. "Since she always disappointed her mom." He turned back to Evie. "I um- assumed that last part, but like, I always disappointed my dad, so- I mean, I think disappointing people who are super evil… maybe that's not so bad."

Evie blinked, seeing a certain truth to the logic. "But she's my mom. She was all I had for ten years. I-" She turned to Carlos since he was closest. "You guys- you had each other. You survived together, got to know each other, and all- all I had-" She cut off with a wet gasp. "The only reason Mal chose me for the crew was so I could make you guys clothes."

"Who the fuck told you that bullshit?" Mal hissed. "I chose you because your first day at Dragon Hall you dumped acid on a guy who tried to grope you. You flirted two morons out of their wallets, talked your way out of three fights, and orchestrated a minor gang war because someone looked at you the wrong way. And then after all that, you fucking treated Carlos' wounds in the bathroom, even though he wasn't yours, and you didn't even ask him for payment. You were the smartest, prettiest, most charismatic and kind person I had ever known, and I knew I had to have you then and there before some other idiot could try to snatch you up and underutilize you and yes, I spent a lot of time pretending I wasn't stupidly in love with you, but guess what? I'm stupidly in love with you – not Evelyn Hatzfeld, the Princess of Hanover – but you, Evie. The girl who let Carlos hide in her castle and poisoned anyone who jumped Jay and talked to me without a sign of fear. The girl who loves making clothes for her friends and reading and wants to make Auradon a better place. I love her, and if anyone ever says shit about her, I will pile drive them into the damn ground."

"Shit, Evie," Jay said, pressing himself against the glass. "The entire reason we came to Wonderland in the first place was because I wanted to get you a present. Because I couldn't think of another way to show you how much I cared, I couldn't think of something that was as wonderful as all the stuff you do for us. Like – I'm an idiot, I think we can all agree I'm an idiot, but you never turn me away, even when I deserve it. You never have, even when I used to shamelessly flirt with you, and you thought it was a joke but I was desperately trying to get your attention, so just- please don't think less of yourself just because we haven't known you as long."

"Quality over quantity," Carlos told her. "We love you, Evie, and you take care of us so much. We want to take care of you too."

"I wish I could hug you right now," Mal muttered. "I wanna kiss you so badly."

"I wanna kiss you too," Evie whispered. "Mal, I love you so much, I just- I don't know if I can- I want to-"

"Evie, you don't owe me shit," Mal promised. "If all you can offer is cuddles, I will gladly cuddle the hell out of you for the rest of our lives. I would be honored to do that."

"Even- but I…I wouldn't be carrying my weight," Evie sniffed.

"Ye're not fucking obligated to have sex, damnit," and that came from Harry, of all people. "It's your damn body, princess, and these assholes love ye for ye, not for what sexual favors ye can offer them."

"What he said," Doug murmured, nuzzling her hair. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better," Evie allowed, rubbing at her cheeks. "Wow, I'm so sorry."

"You definitely don't have to apologize," Mal hummed. "Part of the magic of Wonderland, we have discovered, is solving relationship problems. It's nosy like that."

Evie let out a small laugh, then looked back to Doug. "Do you um… still need to go?"

"Actually?" Doug said, shifting awkwardly. "I'm um- not worked up anymore."

"Then I suppose your trial is done," Ceiling Doorknob said, making both of them startle. "At least, for one of you."

Evie tensed, but both she and Doug knew to what it was referring.

"What do you mean?" Mal said. "If Doug's key found it's lock-"

"It's okay, Evie!" Gil interrupted, his smile nice and wide. "I promise they won't care."

"Won't care about what?" Mal snapped, unhappy at the prospect of being left out on information pertaining to her crew.

"Evie made a mistake with a mushroom potion," Gil cheerfully explained. "So uh… it changed her, and she's embarrassed by it."

"Join the fucking club," Harry grumbled, his cheeks still seeming permanently flushed.

"Wait." Ben held up a hand. "How many of you guys were affected by these mushrooms?"

There was a beat, and then slowly but surely the others started raising their hands. Mal was first, her eyes rolling in exasperation, and then there was Chad, who Evie had not expected. Harry and Audrey had their hands raised too, which made Doug startle, and though Uma was glaring, she had her hand up too.

"What the fuck, guys?" Uma snapped. "How the hell did this happen?"

"You tell us, captain," Mal grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Aw, that was my fault," Gil offered. "I didn't know they were magic and I baked them into a quiche."

"You ate one?" Mal burst, stupefied by this information. "What did it do to you?"

"Made me unable to stop babbling the truth," Uma muttered, rolling her eyes. "It's how I started dating Gil."

"I knew that came out of nowhere!" Harry exclaimed, pumping his fist. "Nice work, Gilly."

"It was totally an accident, but thanks!" Gil chirped.

"Yeah, don't think you're getting out of this Scott free," Uma growled. "How the fuck did you get mushroomed?"

Immediately, Harry got flustered. "Um…"

"He got dragged into the mushroom cluster after one of the times you banished him," Audrey said with a weary voice. "…the cluster I made because of my stupid mushroom, apparently."

"Wait, you actually used that?" Jay asked, staring at her in wonder. "But you didn't act any different."

Audrey froze, then ever so slowly turned on Jay with a look of muted fury. "That was from you fuckers? I thought my psycho grandma sent me that shit!"

"We um- wanted to make it up to you for, you know, stealing Ben," Jay tried to explain, but Audrey was already shoving him to the ground, moving to straddle him in a determined shift, twisting at his nipples with a palpable fury.

"Why would you make anything up to me with a sex mushroom?!"

"Hey, leave him alone," Mal snapped. "They helped us work through our problems! They're meddling, horny fucks, but they're also the only reason I started treated my crew like people I love and adore instead of just underlings and stop that- or at least, I dunno, spank him. He's daydreamed of you doing that for a while."

"Mal," Jay groaned, but Audrey was already sliding off of him, urging him up onto his hands and knees with an annoyed look. She sat on top of him like a cowgirl, reaching behind to give him ass a firm smack that had him moaning.

"Okay, we're um- kind of losing the thread here," Doug said, blushing furiously at the state of his first girlfriend punishing Jay. "So Mal was affected first?"

"Me and Chad," Mal confirmed. "We brought ours out of Wonderland. I gave mine to Evie, and we sent the other one to Audrey. And I guess she made the cluster from there."

"Which was not my fault," Audrey huffed, giving Jay another hard smack.

"Oh fuck," Jay whimpered. "Yeah, I am very not sorry about that."

"So Harry got his from the cluster," Doug listed off. "Gil got his from the cluster, and Evie got hers from Mal so… that should be all of them accounted for."

"What did it do to you, Evie?" Mal asked, and she must be super concerned if she wasn't even slightly paying attention to Jay get worked up. "It can't be that bad. I had a magic mushroom dick for a while, and Chad had a mushroom vagina for like, two minutes."

"Please don't remind me," Chad said with a shudder, cuddling closer to Gil.

"Mine made my clit swell up," Audrey huffed. "Made me way hornier too. I had to masturbate like, four times a day just so I could get on with life."

Doug flushed. "Was um- that while we were-?"

"Yep," Audrey said, her cheeks burning a dark red. "Harry's was an anal plug, essentially."

"Fucking-" Harry sputtered. "Ye said we wouldn't talk about that."

"Harry, literally no one here cares that you enjoy anal," Audrey huffed. "In fact, most of us enthusiastically support this, especially Ben."

"Um." Ben tensed, looking horribly flustered.

"We'll circle back to that," Mal decided. "Uma's made her tell the truth nonstop-"

"And also made me horny," Uma muttered.

"I um- think the horniness is a consistent side effect," Jay huffed between smacks. "Since Mal and Chad were like that too."

"So what happened?" Mal asked. "It's okay, Evie. No matter what, we love you."

Evie shivered, even though she still felt a little stupid about what she'd done to herself. "Well, um… the potion, it- it um-"

"She grew an actual dick!" Gil chirped. "And it is very pretty. I found out on accident, but it is very pretty."

"Gil," Evie hissed, flushing down to her toes.

For her, it felt like the world had stopped, Mal standing right there staring at her in a look of wonder, but then-

"Oh, sweet evil," Jay moaned. "I wanna suck it. Can I suck it Evie, please? I bet you have the prettiest dick in the world."

"Fucking get in line, asshole," Mal muttered, her cheeks blushing a dark pink. "'Cuz I'm wrapping my lips around that bad boy first."

"Guys," Evie moaned, pressing a hand to herself as she felt her dick stir to life. "Don't-"

"Hey, um- could I try?" Ben asked, looking bashful but eager. "I probably won't do as good a job as them, though."

"See, Evie?" Gil cheered. "I told you it'd be okay, because they love you, and your pretty dick is part of you."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Gil," Mal chirped, her grin wide and bright. "Doorknob, do you mind letting us into the center room? We would like to um- ensure that Evie's key gets in the right lock."

"It would be my pleasure," the doorknob chirped, and just like that, the glass walls blocking them off from the central circle of the room where gone.

Evie was nervous walking forward, but with that enthusiastic a reception, well…

"Evie, Evie, Evie," Jay chanted, falling to her feet because he'd somehow outmaneuvered Audrey, likely through years of stealthy disengagement. "Please let me get my mouth around you, please. I wanna make you feel so good."

"Jay." Evie blushed, took a step back only to find herself tripping onto a large bed.

"Yes, doorknob, thank you, doorknob," Jay babbled, climbing onto the mattress and skimming his fingers up the outside of her legs. "Is this okay? Can we do this?"

"Yes, it's okay," Evie said, warmed by Jay's consideration, his care. Of course he was looking out for her. Even though she hadn't been on the crew as long as he had, he was still trying to take care of her, still freely giving her his love and affection the same as he would any of the others.

"Rat," Mal muttered as she crawled up beside Evie, giving Jay a narrowed eyed look. "You'd better be real careful."

"I will," Jay pledged, nosing under Evie's short skirt. "May I?"

Evie swallowed, realizing it was now or never. She looked at them, so expectant and hopeful, so used to crazy, and realized she would be okay. She'd been worried for nothing.

"Alright," she said, nodding bashfully. "You may."

"Hooray," Jay sang quietly to himself, pushing up her short skirt and petticoat. He was so careful when he eased her panties down – the chaos now allowing for such a thing, and made a small, happy sound. "Oh," Jay said, caressing her length with delicate fingers. "Yes, that is a very pretty dick."

"And a very pretty flower," Mal hummed, her hand straying lower to trace Evie's folds. "Look how pretty that is."

"Mal," Evie gasped, felt herself getting hard again, getting wet, except this was so much more pointed because Mal was touching her, it was Mal's fingers on her most intimate place and she was being so very careful.

"Hey," Ben said stretching out on Evie's other side. "You're doing great, princess."

"So very good," Mal hummed, teasing just under Evie's dick. "We're going to take care of you."

"You got this?" Carlos asked, lingering on the edge of the crowd. And there was a crowd, and it was different to have them watch from the same room, but that was what the dungeon had become now – one large bedroom.

"We're good, pup," Mal said.

Carlos flushed when he saw he had Evie's attention. "You um- you do look really pretty, Evie."

"All of you," Chad murmured, lingering quietly beside him. The two of them stayed on the edges, but they still watched as Jay took Evie into his mouth, as he licked and sucked at her while Mal buried her fingers deep, working Evie up more and more.

It was Ben who shyly freed her breasts from her new dress, who cupped them in his hands with something like reverence while he and Mal traded off giving her kisses.

"You're doing so good," Mal said. "You're so perfect for us, Evie, you're so wonderful. Get so wet just looking at you."

"Mal," Evie croaked while Ben nipped at her breasts, taking the flushed nubs into his mouth and sucking. "Oh- Jay!"

She was caught off guard by her release, but Jay didn't falter for a moment. Jay guided her through it, sucking and milking her dry, bobbing his head in determined movements while Evie shook through it.

Mal was determined to finger her through it too even as Evie continued to gush, Ben still sucking at her breasts until-

She felt herself getting smaller, in Jay's mouth. The warm sensation caught her off-guard, but it was changing, and Jay just- he followed her, flicking his tongue and hollowing his cheeks while she shivered and moaned, until she was too small to fit in his mouth anymore, until her clit went back to being a respectable, cute thing.

"Goodbye, princess dick," Jay said, giving the sensitive nub a wet kiss. "You were fun while you lasted."

"Fucking damn, Evie," Mal sad, fanning herself with wet fingers. "I wanted to ride you until I forgot my name."

"Ben's probably still up for that," Jay hummed, though he didn't look much better, all of them seeming worked up now that they had pleasured her.

"Save it for later," Uma drawled from her own happy cuddle pile. "We can have orgies back at the beach house, let's just dump the last of the mushrooms and go home."

"Doorknob?" Mal asked, turning back towards the ceiling. "We good?"

Doorknob hummed. "Yes, I suppose you're good. Return the last of the contraband and you may go on your way."

"Fucking, yes please," Jay sighed into Evie's hip.

"And no one try to sneak out any more fucking mushrooms," Uma muttered as they chucked the last of them through the door. "We good to go?"

"I suppose I should leave you with a reward for performing so well," Doorknob decided somewhat ominously, and none of them had a chance to get a word in edgewise before they all doubled over in surprise, letting out deep groans while a certain heat seemed to sear low on their pelvis. "For all your keys and locks!" the Doorknob cheered. "It should enhance your experience until you try every possible combination!"

"And um- if we don't?" Mal asked with a wince, rubbing her lower abdomen.

Doorknob hummed. "Don't know why you'd do that, but hypothetically speaking, you'd get too horny to function."

"Of course," Audrey muttered through gritted teeth. "Why wouldn't we?"

"Goodbye, now!" Doorknob chirped. "And please, don't ever come back."

With that, the world around them blossomed into white hot light, and then there was nothing.

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Endnotes:

And that's it, folks! Thanks to everyone who stuck around for this crazy ride! Your feedback and support is greatly appreciated!

If you're in the mood for some more Descendants' goodness, I'll be posting the first chapter of the last Wonderland arc fic this Wednesday, 'Halfway Through the Woods'. It's a Chad-centric tale that focuses on that last trial/gift the Doorknob gave them :)

Story notes:

Let's just assume Audrey told her partners about her sexual hang ups somewhere along the way.

It should surprise no one at this point that Jay is still so damn stupid but just- I love it. I love it so much.

Let's also assume Mal destroyed all the extra mushrooms made by Chad's mushroom in the first story.

Until next time :)

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'Oh, you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same. So don't even bother askin' if you look okay, you know I'll say: When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change, 'cause you're amazing, just the way you are.' – 'Just the Way You Are' by Bruno Mars.