Artie woke up, and looked around, sitting up.
"Uhg...," he gripped his pounding head. "No more drinking."
He was annoyed to find his cock still hard, like it had just cum, and didn't even try to put it back in his pants again. As he was looking at it, some thoughts crashed back in on him, and a spark went off in the complex depths of his mind.
"Oh boy."
Artie rushed to the computer and started looking up information on artifacts with unusual sexual properties.
As he scrolled through the list, his fears were confirmed. He was looking at an old, archived picture of a mini stone figurine, with a large boner.
It appeared to be an ancient tribal fertility figurine. It caused irreversible physical changes, and desires for sexual gratification. Some reports stated that it caused women to respond to any male command.
"Oh no."
Artie remembered seeing the statue over on the--
"Oh no." It was gone. He had to warn Pete and Mykah before it got any worse. Artie grabbed the farnesworth, and called out to the matching device.
"Oh...hey, Artie. Something I can do you--do FOR you?" Mykah's face crinkled between her brows, looking for the world like a kid caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar.
Artie, confused with her greeting, had a momentary fear that details about what had transpired between he and Claudia had been shared between the girls. He shook his head and plowed on through his fears.
"Listen Mykah, there's a dangerous artifact that's gone missing. It's a little stone figure of a fertility god. Have you seen it?"
"Yes, actually, I have it here. I picked it up when I...er, I mean, when--"
"Listen, we need to neutralize it right away. The ramifications of that artifact getting loose are mind blowing." Artie noticed Mykah lick her lips near the end of that sentence.
"You've been affected by it, haven't you?"
"No, I-I just...well, maybe. What did you say it did?"
"It alters males and females irreversably, and causes a strong sexual compulsion. We need to find everyone who's been affected by it. Round up the gang and bring them in."
Artie saw Mykah's face go serious.
"Okay, I'll take care of it." Mykah severed the farnesworth's connection, and got out of her car, just arriving back at the bed and breakfast.
She grabbed the neutralizing bag from the trunk of the car, and jogged inside. Running up the stairs, she checked Pete's room, the door sitting slightly open.
"Pete?"
She heard something down the hall, and walked down to Claudia's room. The door was also slightly open, but the room was occupied.
Calling out Claudia's name died on her lips as she spied the scene taking place before her eyes. She felt her pussy become instantly wet, seeing Claudia on her knees in front of Pete, sucking his cock.
Mykah forgot what she had come there for as her hand snaked down, under her waistband, and she began rubbing her pussy. Claudia was gagging, slurping, and smacking on Pete's cock.
"There you go Claudia, just keep sucking and maybe I'll fuck your ass again."
Mykah gasped, thinking about the image that flashed in her head. Unfortunately, the gasp was a little bit louder than the wet, sloppy sounds of Claudia's mouth on Pete's dick, causing him to look toward the door, and catch her peeking in.
