After five hours of flying around London, Peter Pan found at last an open window with sleeping children inside—the Darlings. They're actually in their 30s, but 30 is toddler territory compared to Peter's actual age of 100, so calling them children is perfectly reasonable—either that or the author's just dodging allegations.
Peter's creeper smile lit up the darkness as he peered at them. Like a true rebel and seasoned home invader, he broke into the property, prowling the gloomy bedroom guided by some bastard form of sonar that was his fairy whore, Tinkerbell.
Peter had one goal in this nocturnal endeavor and he locked onto it as soon as he saw it: a real-life woman. Wendy was sprawled on her bed in the classic ass-out, face-down, biting the pillow position. A blanket wrapped tightly around her, but there's no missing the half-moons outline of her juicy butt popping over the material, bootylicious and plump. It was screaming for attention as if she's waiting for someone to enter her room and start fucking her ready-for-use buttcheeks mid-sleep like in the pornos. No wonder Peter spotted her from a mile away. Her ass was like a beacon, a lighthouse in the dim of night, attracting Peter like a coalburner to a black man. Peter longed for such a fine piece of femoid ass. Back in Neverland, there was nothing but cocks, cocks, and fucking COCKS: Lost Boy cocks, Pirate cocks, Crocodile cocks, Hook cocks, Native cocks, Mermaid cocks, Smee cocks and Octopus cocks. Dicks were lining up like they're inmates. Seriously, Peter was just one cock away from becoming a friend of Dorothy's. Not a single pussy in sight. If there's one it would be from fairies and Peter isn't that fucked up to tap all that. Sure, Tiger Lily existed, however Peter is a full blown racist and he prefers his women white so he had to leave to resolve this crippling dilemma.
"Note to self: Go thank God this coming Sunday." Peter said, cupping Wendy's massive, surgically-enhanced ass as he prepared to withdraw the blanket. Behind him, his shadow forced to commit the same vile acts, miming Peter's hooliganism.
Whoosh! Off flew the fabric and then... BOING!
Wendy wasn't wearing any PJs nor panties!
"Dear Jesus! In the middle of December!?" Peter Pan couldn't believe it. His cock flung into an erection, a sizable thirteen inches! But that was nothing compared to what his shadow had conjured as it doubled that number, casting a whopping fifty-five inches! With its length, combined with its rate of growth, the shadow's dick stabbed Peter's anus, provoking his sphincter.
"YOW!" Peter yelped and leaped at the unexpected rape. There were sounds of ripped paper at his rear. Apart from his ass getting torn apart, it appeared Peter sprang away like a long jumper and managed to divorce himself from his own shadow!
"What the shit is happening here!" Wendy jolted awake from the commotion. She whipped around and caught Peter dead to rights, massaging his violated derriere with tears in his eyes. "What kept you—hold on, you're not dad!"
"Why on earth would you think your dad would be creeping in your room at 3 am?"
"That's none of your beeswax!" Wendy coughed out, her cheeks reddened as she suspected Peter might've uncovered her family's fucked-up secret. "Err—Wait a minute! Aren't you the infamous Peter Pan? What in heaven's name are you doing in our bedroom!?" Then she noticed Peter having a textbook panic attack, like the kind recent animated films just cant get enough of. "Why, Peter! What's wrong?"
"It's my shadow, woman. We got separated and I don't know how to reconnect." Peter bawled. Losing a shadow was like a plantation owner losing his slave—to have it back was of paramount importance.
Seeing Peter Pan crying like a beta male just don't sit right with Wendy. She gave him the look NASA made watching the challenger disaster, playing on his heartstrings. Wendy figured this was the perfect moment to prove that women are the superior critical thinkers. How she might be able to help when her field of expertise was flicking the bean while stanning cookie cutter Korean boys was anybody's guess, but she did thought of something alright. "How tight is your asshole, Peter?"
The question aroused wonder in Peter and he said. "I used my ass once as guillotine for rats."
"Damn! You got yourself a snugger!"
"Look, I don't know what you're getting at, woman. Whatever it is I reckon it wont suit me."
"Ok, here me out. Obviously, I can't just stitch your shadow to your feet. Only retards think that would work. So here's my suggestion..." Wendy paused for dramatic effect, "Have your shadow stick it up your behind!"
"Sticks what up my what!?"
"You know... lunge his cock inside and anally fuck you"
"Why the hell would I want that!? That's homosexual as shit!"
Wendy sighed. "Think about it! You got a Pitbull of an asshole. Once that thing latch on to something, chances are it will hold on to it forever! Come on, it would be like nothing happened. Your shadow would follow you like normal"
Peter thought about it. Wendy did have a point. But say if he does agree to have his stool pushed in, wouldn't that make him a queer? Now he was faced with another tough situation. "I'm straight... but I would risk it all to get my shadow back." He couldn't believe what he'd said. But there's no point in turning back now. He'd already burned his bridges.
"Marvelous! Now off they comes, Pedro!" Wendy pulled Peter's drawers down his ankles, exposing his hairy butt to the winter night air.
From then on, they're off to the races. The shadow kicked it into gear by skipping formalities and went straight ballistics. It airmailed Peter with its thick dick, crashing into him hard like a hijacked jumbo jet and tearing the very fabric of Peter's being. The shadow had always wanted this moment. Having to look at Peter's chubby boycheeks for most of its life, the amount of pent up lust for them was insurmountable.
"My gracious! He's making a chump outta me!" moaned Peter, the cords on his neck stood out. His shadow ain't no slouch, performing in life or death speeds on the fly. It had his ass on the ropes, and it ain't stopping until it's as dark as itself. That's how Peter knew he's getting piped real hard.
"Yes! Blast that Peter Pan!" cheered on Wendy.
Inside Peter's ass was a party, which basically means it's full of caca, like a butt ton of em. The shadow's jacked-outta-its-mind cock barreled through them, forcing them to share real estate. It pushed them back, forming them into one piece of giant turd and blocked the Suez canal.
"Bejabbers! I'm all bunged up!" Peter's expression varied in accordance to how rough or passionate his shadow fucked him. "He's all up my guts! Complete balls deep!"
"I can see that, Petey!" said Wendy, who was pinching and twisting her clit right by her bed. This comes to no surprise for she's not one to be shoved to the wayside. She had the rights to join in. "Keep it going. I'm heating up over here!" Then Tinkerbell landed on her ass like a mosquito and started sucking the fart outta that bootyhole. Wendy loved having Tink in her stink, her back snapped and she climaxed unlike anything any woman from the Edwardian era had ever had.
"OHHH! PSSSHSHHSHH!" Wendy replicated the sounds of squirting just as she was ejaculating on Tinkerbell. The powerful squirt plastered the small fairy to the wall, marking her with the aroma of Wendy's pre-toilet paper coochie.
On the other hand, Peter was unable to disguise his lust too. He's pounded so good he stopped moaning a long time ago, whimpering instead. The intensity caused his cock to go berserk, flailing and spinning around like if you replace a helicopter's propeller with a penis. His prostate was no different, all beaten up to the point its only remedy would be to get his nuts off. Peter moaned, "OHHH GAAWD! MY SEMEN IS HERE! ITS COMING OUUUT!" and then he stained the floorboards with his sticky peter patters.
Meanwhile, the porn noises accreted the admiration of two closeted homosexual Darlings: John and Michael. They had been sleeping together in one bed like the ancient Greeks when they heard it all. Now their willies were throbbing at the sight of actual anal sex, and they too wanted to participate in this sodomy. First, they French kissed each other deeply, grinding wisdom teeth together. Then the deep spooning came after that—ahh yes... buttsex, what parents of two boys usually come home to.
It took a while for Peter to get used having his shadow's vantablack cum marinating his prostate, however once he did, boy oh boy! it's mid... it's such a mid feeling. But on the plus side, he and his shadow were connected again. So long if he kept it clenched. "Oh wow, Wendy! It actually worked!"
"So, do you still doubt me?" said Wendy. "Just get used to it being casted from your butt instead of your feet"
Normally, Peter should be on his way out by now. However, Tinkerbell couldn't fly yet because her wings were still covered with Wendy's milky slimes. The long waiting for it to dry began. To Peter's convenience, the boredom was short-lived when John and Michael bent in front of him with dead calm anuses.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Peter.
"Pwease, Mr. Pan, sir! You're such an icon of gay youth. You've released us from the closet" answered Michael.
"And what better way to properly get initiated into this occult than by engaging in hot sweaty poopy buttsegs with you" chimed in John. "Please choose between the two of us, whichever asshole you prefer."
"Far be it from me to turn down two tight consenting buttholes" Being a Neverland native, Peter instinctively chose the star to the right, which was Michael's.
"Oh boy! Oh boy! Thank you for choosing me, Mr. Pan! I promise I'll be a good butt pirate!" Michael backed his fat ass forward, eager to take in Peter's arousal. "I can't wait!"
Peter couldn't fucking wait either. His lust hadn't let up. Michael's cute twinkhole sure had his cock suffering from sinus problems. He whipped out his runny cock from further staining his draws and impaled Michael's six.
"OH SHIT!" Peter's backshot made Michael do the Moro reflex, spleen quivering. Once he'd digested all of that pain and messy girth, the experience was at its most pleasurable.
One might think John was being left out but that's not actually the case. Peter's shadow was playing follow the leader and took a page out of its owner's movements by launching its meat missile into John's asshole, harkening back to Peter's destruction a while ago.
"Yeah! A little more to the left! Oh right there, right there! You're hitting it, stud muffin!" John jibber-jabbered as he felt his ass stretch into a giant O. He and Michael then mutually jerked their junk for the pure love of it. And just like that, it was a foursome—foursome going on sixsome as Wendy finally recovered from her climax and used a dildo out of Tinkerbell, who was pretty much immobile once the covering squirt dried up.
"Looks like being a sweaty homosexual male who likes to put his penis in another man's anus isn't such a bad thing after all!" Peter remarked. Never in his lifetime did he know he would be a savant of the gay arts. He definitely left an indelible mark on the smaller Darling boy's butt. His hanging anatomy getting browner and smellier the more he shoves it in. God bless Michael's self-lubricating asshole. It made the sex all the more easier. Soon, contraction around his nuts came and Peter bombarded potshots of condensed cum into Michael's rectum.
"UGH! God bless this little f*aggot! God bless him for making me cum!" ejaculated Pater Pan. His shadow burst out cumming too, filling John with thick and syrupy black semen. This process triggered John and Michael's skene's glands and both of them went into a toe-curling nut as well, cross-shooting them into the air like Disney fireworks.
Everybody was swapping some kind of fluid throughout the night. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment for them except for...
"It sure feels homosexual in here!" Someone was opening the door. It was Mr. Darling! Wendy's father.
"DAD!?" Wendy shouted in shock, "Close the door. You're letting all the funk out!"
"Some funk! It smells like gay sex in here!" said Mr. Darling. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he can properly stand to that claim. Before him was a picture-postcard of infidelity. "GODFORSAKEN FUCK! Since when did bedtime become a Diddy party!?"
"Daddy it's not what you think! Tis' all but a merry jest!" Wendy tried to cover their sins up but the weight of evidence was greatly against her.
"Wendy, you slut! When I said you need to grow up, I didn't mean like this." went on Mr. Darling, "You have no business being a dike! In coitus with little people at that! You're suppose to cook and birth my babies! And then you just had to go all the way by influencing my precious boys!? That shit won't fly in today's world, woman! They'd be bullied!"
Amidst the argument, Peter set himself apart from the family drama, sneaking to the window.
"AND YOU!" Mr. Darling stopped Peter right in his tracks. He was all red now, hands forming into claws. A lot of hellbent animosity on him. He even ripped his MAGA hat!
"M-M-Me?"
"YES YOU! I know you're behind all this! Forcing your fucking agenda into my children. You people sick in the head! Ya'll need Betterhelp! Damn it, this what's gonna happen next... first, I'm gonna fucking mutilate you and then—"
Wendy put herself in between them, her back facing Peter and arms stretch into a T-Pose. "What gives you the right to boss us around!?"
"THIS GIVES ME THE RIGHTS!... AND LEFTS!" Mr. Darling showed them his wifebeating fists. "Fuck it! I'm going chimpanshit on yo asses all at once! Come at me, scumbags! 5v1 I dare ya!" He flew into a manic rage, flipping shit over as he made his way to the kids, hurling Wendy's desk, cabinets and other belongings out the window with his hysterical strength.
"Quick, guys! There's no time to lose. He's chimping the fuck out! He'll rip us apart!" Peter instructed the kids to jump off their three-story townhouse. "Let's fly outta here!"
"But, Peter... you seem to have forgotten that we can't do what you do!" Wendy said as she hugged her gay siblings.
"Oh right... Sorry. My mind's still in a state of drug shock after that intense anal earlier. Wait! That's it! Drugs!" Peter grabbed Tinkerbell in his fist and sprinkled some of her dust onto the Darlings. "With a little fairy dust, you now can!"
"Whoa! Jiminy! What's happening!" Wendy and the boys said in frantic wonder as their feet lifted off the floor. "We can fly!"
"This is amazing! What's the science behind this?" asked Wendy. "Do tell me what fairy dusts are made of, Peter!"
"Vaginal yeast!" Peter replied as he sprinkled more of Tink's dust onto his tongue. "Now think happy thoughts and you'll be zooming out here faster than my switch from straight to gay in this stupid ass fanfiction!"
Wendy and bros thought of some gay shit and out they soared with Peter.
Mr. Darling motioned to snatch them back inside but was a tad bit late, grabbing only air. The momentum plus his weight dragged his obesity out the window. He lost consciousness the moment he landed ass first on Wendy's dildo that came with the desk he had thrown earlier.
Peter Pan and the Darlings escaped to Neverland where they enjoyed good livelihoods together. During their stay there, Peter embraced his new sexuality and renamed himself Peter Pansexual. He then inducted the Darling boys into his group: the Lost Boys, now rechristened into the Loose Boys.