|DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD
Author: GirlTaggerung PM
I am a participant of the Brian Jacques Memorial Fanfiction Competition. Vote for me on the profile of BJMFCRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 8,874 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-02-12 - id: 7983226
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It was a perfect summer day and Mossflower was sparkling. It was July. The woodlanders were very excited. They were playing a game called "Licking the Massive Big Enormous Black Fat Boner Clean". All the woodlanders sat on the ground and masturbated on Sgt Sporky's face.
"I WON THE GAME", said You Just Lost The Game. I mean Sgt Sporky. There was some pretty nasty stuff in Mossflower woods.
Barias Meqquex was staring at his wrinkled, dried-up erection. He had never felt so horny in his entire life. "Highwing," said Barias Meqquex. "ooooohhh yesss Barias Meqquex," said Highwing. "I wonder where Brian Jacques has been."
Just at that moment, there was a whirring sound and a clickety sound and a pinging sound and a pooping sound and a POIKing sound and a gulping sound and a farting sound and a shitting sound and a pissing sound and a fapping sound and a rapping (yeah, nigger!) sound and a burping sound and a CRRRUNCHing sound and a, um, pinging sound and a ... a pinging sound and a pirate sound (aye aye captain!) and there he was. Brian Jacques, just as he had always been, except that he was a faggot.
He looked at them all and said, "Good morning, niggers." Then Brian Jacques led the woodlanders back to his house. There, they had many hot and tight orgies, and it made you feel good just to look at it, and made you want to rub one off to it.
Brian Jacques was polishing his disgusting one-eyed snakey trousers monster when the others arrived. "Come indoors, Barias Meqquex and Lady Storm and Highwing and Sgt Sporky and Kelaiah and Yemi Hikari and Kit n Minty and Laburnum Steelfang and Brian Jacques," said Brian Jacques, "Because I have something to show you all and it's something very big indeed.
When Brian Jacques had finished wiping the dollops of sperm off his fingers and onto his handkerchief, and off his handkerchief and back onto his fingers, and off his fingers and in his mouth, he handed Kelaiah the piece of paper. "I won this at school," he said, "For shooting my jizz more than fifty yards."
Sgt Sporky gaped open-mouthed at the sight of this feat. "But it's bigger than I am!" worried Sgt Sporky.
Brian Jacques nodded. He had heard it himself and Brian Jacques said to Kelaiah "I've eaten a lot of penis and two surprisingly tasty testes so I don't have room for the very fat homosexual bull dyke midget jewish handicapped Nazi nigger dick. I wondered, Kelaiah, whether you would be kind enough to eat it for me." And Kelaiah was kind enough. And did. And liked it. Very much.
Highwing looked down at Sgt Sporky's potted meat cock. "Oh! Crisp and juicy. For crunchiness and fullness of flavor there is nothing to beat Sgt Sporky's very fine purple penis."
There was a very long pause.
"My goodness," said Brian Jacques, looking at Laburnum Steelfang. "It's nearly time for a donkey punch!" Then Brian Jacques beat his fucking fist in Laburnum Steelfang's face so violently that he ejaculated a golden shower of fucking pineapples.
The awful thing was that you probably thought this was funny. But it isn't. At all. Ever. I'm so done with this bullshit. You're just fucking gay faggots and probably retarded. Reading stupid fucking recycled bullshit like the Redwall series is fail. I think you should go shit your fucking pants and kill yourself instantly.
Meanwhile, these were the presents Brian Jacques had got for the Redwall fanfic writers. For himself, his own cum. Which they slurped before it turned dry and crusty. For Lady Storm, a testicle case. In case he lost his testicles. Because... oh, well, it would take too long to explain.
For Highwing, two fat wet pink pussies. And a mouldy penis. And it smelled a bit of mouldy penis.
For Kit n Minty, a bottle of magic mushrooms for his first day at school.
For Barias Meqquex, a set of seven rubbery cocks, one for each day of the week. Barias Meqquex did not know what a cock was, or what it did, but it sounded necessary.
For Laburnum Steelfang, a pogo stick up the butthole.
For Kelaiah, a book called "One Thousand and One Useful Hints for Spraying Brian Jacques with Rich... Damp... Shit."
For TaggerungGirl, another huge arsehole for farting from his front and back. Like he didn't do that already. And that's really difficult.
For Sgt Sporky, watersports for removing the dirty poop from his bloody fucking furry boner.
After that, the woodlanders settled down and made the biggest lumps of shit ever seen in Mossflower wood. A huge mound of ass poop and shit with masses of fresh fecal shit surrounded by piles of old dick cheese. The turds came out in such a rush that Laburnum Steelfang made up a song about it.
This is the song which Laburnum Steelfang sang to Brian Jacques on the day which started like any other day and became a very special day indeed.
If you want to shit
You must fuck it up your ass
In the shit if it is shitty it is shitty in the shit
And you'll know when you have shitted
And how much shit you shit
Yes you'll know what the amount is
And so therefore you will DIIIIIEEEEE.
*DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN*
And we hope you will enjoy it
"Have we finished now, Brian Jacques? Can we go home and nurse our bruises?" asked Barias Meqquex.
"We've finished the first half, Barias Meqquex." said Brian Jacques.
"omg there's more? still, should have guessed there would be. Maybe we'll all die painfully."
*DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN*
Sponge bob stopped, Patrick's beadie black eyes were as wide as usual, only there was something in them. "What wrong Pat?" He asked, his blue eyes blinking twice as he sat the chess piece down and stared at him. Patrick frowned. "I don't get to see you any more, and I needs my Sponge on a daily base..." He stopped, had he just let those words slip so smoothly out of his mouth? Patrick put a pointed pink hand to his surprised mouth and stared away, thinking more about the yellow sponge. "Pat, I can't hide my feelings of you any longer, I-I love you, Patrick, and I think you love me, too, because yesterday you held my hand and the day before that you were comfortable enough to get undressed in front of me and I loved it, baby!" Patrick's hand dropped and Sponge bob held up a steak knife. "Patrick, babe, it's time." He said, and walked over to him. Patrick looked scared but willing to do anything that Sponge bob would ask him to do, and that's what scared him the most, because he had no clue as to what was now in stored for the star fish. Sponge bob put the sharpened knife up to where a nose would be upon Patrick's perfect face and started to dig a hole, one big enough to fit his yellow pointed nose inside and show his intamicy towards his lover. Patrick winced in pain but knew it'd be OK, for he had his lover to take care of any and all pain he inhabited. "Sponge bob-" Patrick's voice was cut off when Sponge bob immediately stuck his nose inside of his new wound. Patrick moaned deeply, grabbing Sponge bobs face and held him close, kissing his red juicy lips in enjoyment. There was then a knock at the door, then a yell. "Oh, Spongy-Po!" It wasSquidward! Sponge bobs eyes went wide within a matter of a second and Patrick's mouth dropped to the floor. "Are you cheating on me?" Patrick stood, green and clear snot running down his face along with some trickles of red, red blood. Sponge bob looked down in shame. "No, I'm not cheating on you, I'm cheating on Squidward..." He said. Tears streamed down from Patrick's black teary eyes as he smacked Sponge bobs face. "Patrick, it's not just you and him I'm cheating on...Sandy, too..." He said, walking slowly towards the door. "Oh, baby Sponge! I have a big aqua colored present for you." The metal door swung open and Squidward appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a red, sexy Santa skirt and bra, and bright red heels ready to make the bed rock. "I'm not Santa, and it's not Christmas, but-" Squidward stopped as soon as he saw Patrick. "Ahh! What are you doing here?" He ran in the house and hid behind a couch as the metal door then slammed shut. Patrick grinned, now very attracted to the squid. "Well, I want something out of this relationships, and its not that smelly squire!" Sponge bob smiled, and what is that?" Bubbles were then blown from his mouth, making Patrick's grin grow into a huge smile. "I want a three-some." Squidward frowned. "But, have you been checked out, I can't afford to catch anything. Believe me!" He said, letting his wrist fall like a blond fish would usually do. Patrick shrugged. "Seaweed works all the time!" He smiled, again, flashing his one white tooth.
The three were then upstairs in Sponge bobs twin bed, trying to make it work for all of them. Patrick was on the bottom, asleep and drooling, not to mention the fact that his arm was inside of squidwards mouth, and Sponge bob was sitting on Squidwards nose, trying to get pleasurement, pleasurement that wasn't going to happen, not without Sandy on his nose. But he didn't want Sandy to know, he didn't want anyone to know, for he was ashamed, so dearly ashamed. Spongebob squealed. "I didn't realize I'm late for work!" He yelled, hopping off of Squidward and running frantically towards the door. Squidward rolled off of Patrick, glad for the interruption, and walked home feeling violated.
Squidward sighed, watching couples upon couples walk by him, smiles on their faces. That was something he wanted with Sponge bob, but...it seemed obvious the sponge wasn't for any serious relationships; it just wasn't fair.
Plankton stepped down onto the ceramic floor, staring at his computer wife, one he wasn't too happy with. He wanted someone else, someone with his spunk and talent, so he could finally have the life he really wanted and the ability to reproduce with another...not Karen.
Mister Krabs sighed to himself, watching yet another customer grab their tray. Sponge bob was late-that was a first-and Mister Krabs was desperate to see that yellow, spongy ass trapped in those tight, tight work pants. He pictured the sponge naked and drolled for a second, after realizing that there was a child standing in front of him. "Can I have a Ketchup?" Mister Krabs got a Ketchup packet and handed it to the child, just as Sponge bob walked in the restaurant.
'Shake that ass, spongy.' Mister Krabs thought, biting his claw (Ouch! D: Lobster!). As he reached down to pick a penny off the floor, he brushed his own erection, moaning Sponge bob's name loudly. He saw his little whore of a sponge bent over, begging to be fucked. Sponge bob ran into Mister Krabs office with the eager crab closely behind him. "Do you have it?" Mister Krabs asked, trying to hold back him from forcing Sponge bob over and screwing what seemed a perfect shaped ass. Sponge bob smirked, puckering his lips. "I always do, don't I?" He stuck a hand into his pants, pulling out a wad of cash. Mister Krabs chuckled, grabbing Sponge bob by his waist. He threw the sponge onto his desk, gnawing on the long, yellow nose. Spongebisexualmoaned, reaching under the desk. He pulled out a bowl of hot butter and nut crackers. He poured the butter onto Mister Crabsinpants slowly, and Mister Krabs squealed. "Don't make another move, I will eat you." Sponge bob grinned, dirtily, sitting on the crabs lap, bouncing up and down, feeling the shell go inside of his yellow butt.
Sandy frowned, where was Spongeboob, he was supposed to be there an hour ago. She stood up and blew out the flamming candles and walked up inside of her tree to sleep.
Sponge Bob ran quickly in the dark to Sandy's Tree dome. He was running past everyone and wasn't looking for a quickie like he usually would have done in a time where she didn't matter to him, and a time where he just didn't give a rats ass about her nor any else of his relationships; but he needed one to break the ice with the others so he could end everything and start all over, only with people that he didn't know each other...that made things so much more difficult for him.
Cluny sat idly in his tent, swishing his tail and enjoying the CRACK it made when he snapped it in the air. The big rat peered out of his tent at the massive redstone abbey building. So far, about twoscore of his horde had died trying to enter that Redwall place. Cluny's one good eye became angry, and he clenched his claws around his tail. Redtooth, one of his horde captains, just had the bad luck to come and make his report while Cluny was in a bad mood. Redtooth swaggered up, and saluted. "G'mornin', chief." Cluny looked at his captain, and then, with one swift SWAP, his long tail had whirled around Redtooth's body and dragged him into the tent. The rat captain whimpered loudly and cringed as Cluny threw him down onto the floor and stood over him. "Make yer report, Cap'n Redtooth." the big rat sneered. Redtooth gulped. "Scragg and Cheesethief are still tryin' to scale the wall, Cap'n." Cluny narrowed his eye at the rat, and then spat in his face and turned away. "Close the door, Redtooth." The rat did as his leader commanded, shutting the tentflap and tying it shut. Cluny swished his tail through the air, and Redtooth screamed as the mighty weapon whipped his back...once, twice, three times! Soon, his back was red and bloody, and his clothes hung in tatters around his body. Cluny grinned evily. "It's a good thing I didn't have my poison barb on, or you'd be a goner, Redtooth." The rat captain screamed again, and fell to the floor of the tent as the Warlord whipped him harder and harder, flaying his back to the bone. Flecks of blood flew up and spattered Cluny's face as he vented his frustration on the poor rat. When it was over, Redtooth sagged to the floor, his torn skin bleeding fiercely. Cluny watched him pant and whimper, and felt himself grow firm and hard for some reason. He put his paw down past his belt, and squeezed his huge shaft, then a wicked smile lit up his face. Redtooth watched, one of his eyes swollen shut, as the big rat pulled his war armour off, along with his tunic, revealing planes of flat muscle and bulging biceps. No rat, weasel, stoat, ferret, or fox alive had ever seen Cluny naked, not even the sexy she-rats he'd had down in the taverns by the docks. The captain whimpered, and closed his eyes tightly. Cluny laughed mirthlessly, stroking himself. Suddenly, he cummed, spraying the sticky spooge all over the tentfloor. Panting, he wiped his huge cock with a pice of cloth, and smiled down at Redtooth. Lauging at the rat's terrified face, Cluny moved behind his horde captain. Redtooth whimpered. "Oh, please, please, Chief, don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" The Warlord swished his tail as if to whip the rat again, and then grinned evilly and massaged Redtooth's tailbase and ballsac. The captain grunted with the pleasure he could not hide as Cluny's long claws sent a flush through him.
He ran a dirty claw between Redtooth's buttcheeks, laughing as the rat groaned in embarrassment. "Now, just so you don't make a lot of noise when I take my pleasure on you...here!" The big rat shoved the sticky piece of cloth in Redtooth's mouth, and then grabbed some rope and tied one end to one of Redtooth's wrists, pulled it across the tent and tied the other end to a metal ring sticking up out of the ground, then tied the other rope to Redtooth's other wrist, and tied it in the other corner of his tent. Cluny surveyed his work. The rat captain's arms were spread-eagled a few inches off the ground of the tent, but Redtooth could lift himself up on his knees if he backed into Cluny's thrusts. Either way, it would humiliate the rat to no end. The big rat then knelt in front of Redtooth, and forced his mouth open. After pulling out the sticky cloth, he shoved his huge cock into the horde captain's mouth, and then snarled. "If I feel one tooth, just one tooth, I'll take my sword and cut your ballsac and cock into pieces, and then I'll still fuck you until you bleed to death. Now, suck!" Redtooth gagged and choked as he tried to suck his mouthful of huge, hot cock, but the Warlord yanked on his ears, telling him to hurry up. Redtooth licked his tongue around the smooth surface of the giant red shaft, tasting the first few drops of Cluny's pre. The rat sucked hard, whimpering as his leader's claws cut into his ears. Cluny leaned his head back. "Oh, god, yes, yes." Redtooth felt the Warlord's paw on his head and he felt more of Cluny's cock fill his mouth. Licking down the big rat's balls, Redtooth came back up and sucked hard on the leader's cockhead, feeling the large depression that was Cluny's cockhole. He slurped and blew his breath on the massive dick. The Warlord thrust his hips toward his captain's mouth, almost choking Redtooth to death with his cock. Suddenly, Cluny roared and Redtooth gagged on the thick, slimy flood of rancid cum that streamed into his mouth. Cluny yanked on his ears, panting hard as he snarled, "Swallow it!" The rat captain whimpered, but, fearing another beating from the mighty tail that might leave him dead, he choked down the bitter spooge, trickles of it spilling from the edges of his mouth. The big rat heaved himself to his feet, wiped himself dry with the piece of cloth, jammed it in Redtooth's mouth, and then knelt behind the rat, so hard and turned on at the sight of Redtooth's virginal opening that he groaned in pain. Cluny leaned over the rat's shoulder, and caressed his hips and thighs as he breathed, "Don't worry. It won't be as bad as you think." The Warlord grabbed Redtooth's thighs and roared. "It'll be worse!" He thrust the first two inches of his twelve inch length into the rat's tiny, unopened asshole. Redtooth tried to scream around the precummy cloth at the horrible pain, but he only made a small whimper. Cluny pulled out, and then thrust back in very hard, sinking four inches of his huge, long, stallion-like cock into the abused rat. As he pumped, his thick shaft became sticky with Redtooth's virginal blood, but it only added to his lust. Redtooth whimpered and groaned as inch after torturing inch of cock sank into him, tearing his muscles and tissue. Cluny moaned, sank the last few inches of his immense cock into Redtooth's red asshole, groaned, pulled out all the way, and then thrust in forcefully. Redtooth finally succeeded in screaming around the dirty cloth. "AEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Cluny, sweating and his shaft bloody with Redtooth's ass-butchery, paid no attention to the shrieking rat that he had impaled upon his thick, huge, long cock. His heavy ballsac slapped against Redtooth's own, harder and harder as his thrusts increased. Suddenly, a roar broke from his lungs and a gallon of thick, clear, creamy, sticky cum shot out of his cockhole like a bullet from a gun. Redtooth screamed as the scalding hot spooge burned his raw insides, and then collapsed on the floor of the tent, semi-conscious. The Warlord's long dick had ripped too many muscles, and caused severe internal bleeding. Cluny groaned, thrust once more into the lifeless carcass of his horde captain, then rose. Redtooth panted silently on the floor, trying to regain his breath and not scream because of the horrible pain in his rear. Cluny grinned, and draped his tail across his arm. "Hmm, it looks like you need some medicine, Redtooth. Let me get you some." The Warlord moved to Redtooth's front, grabbed his ears, and jammed his huge cock into the horde captain's mouth. "Go on, rat! Suck it; again!" Redtooth took the huge thing in his sticky mouth, tasting the bitter precum that dripped from its head. Cluny groaned and ripped the rat's ears once more as Redtooth rolled it around in his mouth, created suction, and sucked hard, keeping his long tongue against it at all times. He licked down the length of Cluny's huge, red, dribbling pole, and then took the Warlord's large ballsac in his mouth and sucked that, too, then came up to take his leader's shaft back into his mouth. Cluny thrust gently, almost sending his massive dick down Redtooth's throat. The rat captain was beginning to learn how to pleasure Cluny, and did so with every inch of willpower he possessed. Without warning, the huge rat roared with delight and pulled Redtooth's mouth farther down on him as another gallon of pure, hot, sticky, creamy spooge gushed from his cockhole and flooded down Redtooth's gullet. The rat choked and coughed, but swallowed, Cluny's rotten cum streaming from the edges of his mouth as he tried hard to get it all down. The Warlord waited until his new slave had cleaned him up, and then, as his evil mind thought of a new trick, grabbed a long spear that was leaning against a wall of the big tent. Redtooth whimpered as his leader brought it into view, knowing what Cluny was going to do with it. "Please, Chief! I'd die! Please don't-" The big rat backpawed him viciously, splitting the captain's lip against his fang and knocking out a tooth. "Shut up, Redtooth! Are you the master, or are you the slave? Answer me!" Redtooth licked blood from his chin. "You're the master, Chief; I'm the slave!" Cluny nodded. "That's right. Now, spread your legs a little bit." Redtooth did as he was ordered, lowering his head and shutting his eyes tight. He heard Cluny laugh wickedly as he moved behind the captain, and then Redtooth's head flew up, his eyes flew open, and a horrible bellowing scream burst from his lungs. "!"
Cluny had shoved the spear, butt end first, down Redtooth's bloody, sore, love tunnel. He now twisted it savagely and stabbed it down deeper. Redtooth screamed and shrieked, not being able to move as the spear slid deeper and deeper into his ass. Cluny patted the screaming rat's rump roughly. "There, there, I'll take it out once it sinks up to its blade. You can handle that, can't you, Redtooth?" He laughed, and plunged it deeper. Tears squirted from Redtooth's eyes as he howled and screeched, but the cruel Warlord just stabbed the spear deeper. His left hand slid between Redtooth's legs to grasp his soft cock, and then his felt his own respond. Pushing the spear farther down into the shrieking rat, Cluny reached for an arrow and snapped its point off. Inserting the depointed arrow shaft into Redtooth's cockhole, he shoved down. Redtooth's screams became louder and louder, until the entire horde, and the Redwallers too, heard him.
Redtooth screamed and shrieked as Cluny shoved the last few inches of both arrow and spear into his ass and cockholes. The rat captain gave a shuddering moan and collapsed, barely alive. Cluny groaned and stroked his huge cock until cum sprayed out onto the floor behind Redtooth, then, yanking the spear out, mounted and thrust into his slave's bloody opening again. Redtooth howled with the horrible pain as the big bilgerat plunged and shoved his huge, thick, dripping red pole down into Redtooth's ripped hole, enjoying the captain's moans and screams as he gripped his thighs and moved Redtooth along his gigantic rathood. Without warning, Cluny roared, gave an extra hard thrust, and cummed into Redtooth's injured ass for the third time, some of it slopping out of the captain's asshole onto the floor, but most of it spilled down into his bowels. As the Warlord panted, still buried inside Redtooth, the rat moaned, "Please, Chief, lemme go! Plee...arrrrrggghhhhhh!" Cluny thrust deeper into Redtooth, tearing him further. Suddenly, a fit of rage seized Cluny; grabbing the arrow that was still immbedded in Redtooth's cockhole, he twisted it and stuffed it farther. Redtooth screamed in agony and fell unconscious with the pain. Cluny groaned, thrust once more into his slave's senseless body, then, pulling out with a squelching sound, he rose, pulled on his clothes, and called for his guards to remove Redtooth's body. They entered, tried not to gasp, saw the blood all over the floor of Cluny's tent, saw the glint in his one good eye, saw the massive straining cock under his clothing, and fled, dragging Redtooth's unconscious body, still with the arrow buried in its bleeding cockhole, between them. Cluny plopped himself down in his chair, sipped his dark red strong wine, and stroked his huge shaft until he came. What pleasure.
"What is this?" Mickey whispers, soft enough to sound threatening but loud enough for Pluto to prick up his ears in attention. "Well?" Mickey appears to want an answer. Pluto mimes that what Mickey is in fact holding is a newspaper and then smiles broadly. "No, this isn't a newspaper, this is shit." Mickey begins to roll the newspaper into a cylinder again. "And where does shit belong, Pluto?" The dog points towards the toilet, "Nope that's not it, come here and I'll show you." Obeying its master, Pluto trots to Mickey's side.
Mickey lifts Pluto's wiry tail, revealing the tight, puckered lips of the dog's arsehole. He licks his index finger and inserts it inside. Pluto whimpers slightly, the cold finger of his master rubbing the inner rim of his anus a foreign experience; it begins to arouse him, strengthening his veined penis, causing his tongue to slide to the left of his mouth and saliva to accumulate in the pup's gaping mouth.
"You like that, Pluto? You like my finger in your as s?" Mickey begins to wriggle his index finger. This causes Pluto to writhe in pleasure at Mickey's side. "You like me inside you Pluto? You enjoy this?" Pluto nods dramatically, the broad smile and sleepy eyes providing all the information Mickey needs. Picking up the soggy newspaper, already rolled into a tight cylinder, Pluto awaits the aforementioned task.
Mickey removes his index finger, much to Pluto's distaste, forces Pluto to spread his legs and begins to tease his rump with the tube of wet news. Stroking the lips with the soft pages, watching the dog's penis reach the pinnacle of arousal and throb as he baits Pluto's shit-hole.
Pluto begins to weep, the pressure being too much. Although, in his doggy speak, Pluto begs for more. Pluto wants something to penetrate him deep inside. Mickey, the kind hearted soul that he is, inserts the newspaper entirely into Pluto's anus. Mickey crams the squishy tube deep into the bowels of the dog; but, unfortunately, the paper begins to break apart, sticking to the intestinal walls, lining Pluto's gut with political bullshit.
The canine's eyes bulge as he is penetrated; he clenches his teeth as his arsehole tightens around the softened tube. Pluto moans, aroused by the squishy thing inside him. "You like that, do ya, Pluto?" In between moans, Pluto manages to nod, "Too bad Pluto". Mickey quickly removes his trademark shorts, revealing to Pluto his big black cock, stiff in anticipation.
Pluto's mouth hits the floor, he never knew his master was that big before now and as it stands to attention before him he imagines it sliding up his hole. Mickey sees the excess drool slide to the edge of Pluto's mouth, coupled with the glazed look in both of the eyes. "Do ya want me inside of ya, Pluto?" asks Mickey in a cheery tone. Pluto, still in a dreamlike state, doesn't answer but Mickey doesn't care. With his index finger, he pokes the remainder of the newspaper tube further into Pluto's anus, relinquishing a moan from the pup as he writhes about on the floor. Mickey then places the head of his penis against the lips of Pluto's arsehole and slowly edges himself in, allowing the dog's muscles to contract around his thick shaft.
As Mickey slowly pushes himself inside, his penis pushes the rolled up newspaper even further up Pluto's intestinal tract, the doggy being penetrated further than he could ever think possible, his drool making puddles on the floor.
Suddenly, Mickey thrusts forward, shoving the entirety of his cock into the canine's tight hole. This forces the rolled up newspaper to become stuck in his intestinal tract. Pluto screams his doggy screams, most of which sound more like barks than screams (but to a dog they would sound like screams), and he whines his doggy whine as blood trickles out of his doggy anus in between the thrusts of his master.
As Mickey's te sticles slap against Pluto's animated arse cheeks he allows himself a smile, his teeth glinting in the sunshine as his dog wails in doggy pain. His penis glides effortlessly into Pluto's anus, with the blood now acting as a lubricant, pumping away causing Pluto to moan and scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "You like it now Pluto? Do you want me to stop or have you learnt your lesson?" Mickey speaks quite sternly, as would a teacher to a child. He removes his penis from Pluto's anus, but keeps it on the brink of the dog's anal lips, as would a teacher to a child, awaiting an answer.
Meanwhile, inside Pluto's belly, all that pumping and grinding done by Mickey's penis and the rolled up newspaper has done some serious damage and now Pluto is bleeding internally. However, the sun is shining through the main window of Mickey's house, embracing both Mickey and Pluto with a hug of natural warmth. "Well?" Mickey still wants an answer from the hound, but it appears that Pluto is too weak to even reply. "Fine Pluto, I guess you haven't learnt your lesson." Mickey isn't happy. Even after all they had been through, Pluto won't even apologise to Mickey for this single incident. With tears streaming down his face, Mickey flips Pluto over, revealing the lighter fur coating of his under-belly, and begins to rub.
As Mickey rubs his stomach, Pluto nods his head in enjoyment. As Mickey, once again, begins to pump at his bloodstained anus he begins to shake his head in an aggressive way. Mickey begins whispering "it's okay, everything will be okay" into the ears of his beloved pal, still rubbing his belly yet pounding away with his big black cock.
Mickey then picks up the pace and begins pounding Pluto's arse faster and faster in a continuative rhythmic fashion. The thrusts increase in tempo. Faster and faster, Mickey's cock enters Pluto's anus, until the pounding reaches a state of climax at which point Mickey plunges his hands into Pluto's belly, tearing his skin and ripping his gut wide open. Pluto begins to shake violently as his internal organs are placed on view. Mickey still pounds away at the body, the face of Pluto slowly drifting away but full of the pain and anguish that his master is inflicting on him. The body continues to spasm, even after the light in the eyes has gone.
The doorbell rings. Mickey stops humping his dead dog and stands still. It rings again. Through his window he can see that there is somebody at the door. That and the doorbell ringing are two big clues. He has to make a decision; either a) keep quiet and hopes that the people at the door just go away or b) yell "the door's open" and hope for the best. Mickey opts for the second; he screams to the person outside that his door is open and that they can come in.
The doorknob turns a full 360 degrees, and into the house waltzes a young Mister Donald who, with alliteration intended, is a duck. Mickey's face widens with a broad smile as he recognises his feathery companion.
"Come on over Donald! He's still warm!"
"Gee Mickey, are you sure? I mean, this should be special moment with just you and Pluto." Donald speaks with his usual speech impediment but in a jovial tone.
"It's okay, Donald, we weren't that close… you can f uck him too if you like." Mickey pulls out of Pluto's arsehole, showing Donald that he will allow him to stick his feathery cock up his dead dog if he really wants to.
"It's okay Mickey, I'll stick with the head." Donald walks over to the lifeless body of Pluto and lifts the head up to his crotch. Slowly, from underneath the feathers, his penis begins to grow. It rises to the brink of Pluto's cold dead eyes, almost touching the jellied pupils of the playful pup. As his cock reaches full turgidity, Donald begins plunging his penis into Pluto's skull, his head piercing Pluto's right eye and following through into the brain.
His feathery white shaft, moistened with eye jelly, pounds away at the brain of Pluto. Donald thrusting repeatedly in through Pluto's eye socket, each thrust penetrating deep inside the spongy grey matter. The dog's brains, still warm, close in around Donald's cock as it enters, forming a tight seal around the head causing Donald to moan with pleasure as his cock pounds away at the skull of his friend's dead pet.
At the rear, Mickey continues to slide his big black beast down Pluto's crusty anus. He tears away at the innards of the corpse, ripping off a piece of meat and eating the bloodied handful with a smile on his face. He looks over to Donald who, with the skull f ucking and all, seems near org asm.
"Hey, Donald! Why don't we come together at the same time?" Mickey asks in an excited tone.
"Sure, Mickey, but I don't think I can hold on too long." Donald's reply is coupled with a moan as he slides his cock faster into the well lubricated brain cavity of Pluto's skull.
"Tell me when you're ready, Donald, and I'll try to keep up, okay?"
"Okay Mickey." Mickey's thrusts become harder and faster as he penetrates deeper into the bloodstained anus of Pluto's carcas s. His cock rises in and out of the lifeless body, sliding all the way in and sliding all the way out faster and faster.
"I'm ready, Mickey!" shouts Donald in a high pitched squawk, followed by a moan as he shoots his cream into Pluto's dead head.
"Yes!" shouts Mickey as his black snake sprays white jelly onto the walls of Pluto's anus.
As the moment pas ses, and as the animated characters clean themselves up, an uneasy atmosphere began to arise between Donald and Mickey. The carcas s of Pluto is left propped up against the sofa, and all the blood, fe ces and semen are mopped up by unseen forces. Mickey, who has placed his trademark shorts back onto his person, notices that Donald is staring at him.
"What is it, Donald?" Mickey asks in his happy yet patronising tone of voice. Donald doesn't answer; he stands motionless as he stares at Mickey, his feathery brow furrowed. "What did you come round here for anyway?" Mickey speaks sternly. He's getting worried- Donald has never acted like this before.
Suddenly, in a blur of rage and adrenaline, Donald leaps onto Mickey, causing him to fall to the ground. He lands on his waist and begins punching the mouse's face, with only a mere "Donald, what are you do-" as a deterrent.
Mickey loses consciousness after Donald breaks his nose. As his blood pours down his face, he faints, and after being punched repeatedly this evolves into full unconsciousness. Donald stands up and begins laughing with glee. These chortles lift his spirits and reawaken his aching muscles. Leaving the unconscious Mickey in the living room, Donald walks into the kitchen to try and find some rope. Finding the rope, he returns to the vulnerable celebrity and ties his hands and feet together in a somewhat comical fashion. When thoroughly secured Donald begins carrying the trussed up rodent to his car and places him in the boot.
Donald re-enters Mickey's house, and removes any evidence attributing to his being inside at the time of Mickey's kidnapping. Leaving the house, Donald places a lock on Mickey's door and walks calmly to his car where, in a calm manner, he opens the car door and sits down. Donald, now in what one would say is a calm state, coolly turns the ignition and accelerates out of Mickey's driveway.
Donald drives his car for what seems like an age. He pas ses the sunny mountain and the lollipop village, along with all the other attractions that the tourist and film director love, until he reaches the industrial part of the Disney universe. He parks right up next to "Abandoned Warehouse 256" and carries the now conscious Mickey inside.
All abandoned warehouses have already been equipped with an ACME issue "Torture Area Deluxe" so not much work is needed to be done on Donald's part. Breathing a sigh of relief, he chains Mickey's wrists and ankles with the ACME "Wrist and Ankle Iron Shackles Set" and hangs him from the ACME "Reinforced Spread Eagle Torture Board". Mickey tries to fight back but is still too woozy from the pummeling he received back at his house.
As Donald finishes his preparations, Mickey becomes aware of his surroundings and lets off a plea for mercy. "Please Donald! Don't do this! After all we have been through, why do you want to do this to me?" Mickey speaks softly but in a pathetic manner as if to derive some level of pity.
"You want to know why? You want to know why I have brought you here and shackled you to a reinforced torture board? I'll tell you why, I'm jealous." Donald speaks in his usual voice but with a monotonous edge. He withdraws himself from feeling anything for Mickey other than this hate. "I am envious of your fame, and your fan base and your love!" Donald's speech is enticed with rage. He is unable to control himself as he recites his monologue.
"But you've had fame, Donald, you have a fan base!" Mickey pleads with the enraged Donald, seeking some way to get through to him.
"What about love, Mickey? You have love! Where's mine?"
"You have Daisy!"
"That whore? She's done it with everyone! Even my nephews!"
"But Donald, I care about you! You're my friend and we'll always be good friends!" Mickey tries to coerce some sympathy from the duck. He cannot see how far Donald has truly gone.
"Liar! You've lied all these years, you've promoted all these feelings to all those people out there in the world and not for one second have you truly cared about anyone of them, not your co-workers, not the public, not even Minnie!" Donald's anger starts getting personal; he truly does not care about his former friend and believes that he deserves what punishment he is going to put him through.
"I love Minnie!"
"You love yourself! Have you ever noticed that Minnie is just a female version of your body? You haven't, have you? You've deluded yourself into thinking that you truly love this woman when in fact it is just you having some glory wank over yourself!" Donald's words connect with Mickey as he realizes what he has done, this renders Mickey speechless.
The wind blows through the abandoned warehouse and the sun shines through the various broken windows forming patterns on the floor. Donald organises the tools he will be using into order of priority as he waits for Mickey to speak. After an eternity, he speaks in a pseudo-calm voice. "Okay. I understand now, Donald, I know what I have done and I'm sorry. Now, can you let me go? I've learnt my lesson." Donald ignores him and focuses on organizing his tools. "f ucking shit! I've learnt my f ucking lesson! Let me go!" Mickey shakes the chains in anguish as he screams for his freedom.
"You know it doesn't work like that Mickey." Donald speaks nonchalantly as if the mouse's cries of pain aren't happening. "You haven't learnt your lesson, you just want to go home where you can watch television and stroke your dead dog but that ain't gonna happen."
"But I have learnt my lesson, just please let me go!"
"No." Donald allows Mickey to cry; it distracts attention from him picking up an ACME "Sharpened Spoon". "I am now going to remove your big white eyes, okay?" Before Mickey can answer, Donald sticks the spoon into Mickey's right eye, piercing the pupil, and swirls the spoon around causing Mickey's eye jelly to break apart and drip onto the ground. Mickey feels his eye being shred, the cold metal twisting around inside producing a mixture of jelly and blood to pour down his face. This causes him to yelp and squeal as the intense agony envelops him. The remainder of his eye dribbles down his cheek like a discarded piece of wayward jam.
Donald pauses for a moment. He listens to Mickey's whimpers and his beak broadens to a smile. As the cries of pain dwindle and Mickey resorts to snivelling, Donald turns to Mickey. "And now for the other eye."
"No!" Mickey screams. "No, no, no, no!"
"I am sorry Mickey, but I must remove your eyes, otherwise you will never truly see what you have become." Donald is quite methodical, but he listens with enjoyment to Mickey's anger.
"I won't be able to see anything!" Mickey moans as tears drip from his remaining eye.
"I'll tell you what, Mickey. I'll remove your eye differently from last time if you just stop whining."
"Will it hurt?" Mickey mumbles, his voice stifled with pain and fear.
"We'll find out." Replies Donald as the spoon was inserted into the side of Mickey's right eye; it cuts away at the muscle keeping it in place. Mickey screams as his blood sprays from his eye socket, he feels his eye being torn from the muscle and yelps with agony as it slides down his face. His eye dangles comically for a while until the muscle snaps and it hits the floor with an echoing splat.
Mickey lashes out blindly (obviously) but in vain. Despite all his rage, pain and aggression he cannot break free of the ACME "Wrist and Ankle Iron Shackles Set" that keeps him restrained. He slumps up against the ACME "Reinforced Spread Eagle Torture Board" and relinquishes a sob. "Stop, Donald!" Mickey cries "Just please stop!"
"You are awfully noisy y'know… I think I'll have to do something about that." Donald picks up a needle and thread, "Now don't move your lips."
Mickey panics "What are you doing Donald? No, stop it, Donald, what are you doing? Donald, please stop! Just…Donald, please!"
"I said, don't move your lips!" Donald slaps Mickey across the face; the sound reverberates off the naked walls of the abandoned factory, "Now keep still!" Mickey obeys, even when the needle pierces through his upper lip he does not move just lets out a little squeal of pain. Donald pierces both upper and lower lips sewing in a zigzag pattern to ensure secure stitching. Mickey is reduced to a mute and breathes heavily through his nose just to stay alive.
As Donald stands up to admire his work from various angles, Mickey focuses on his breathing; he tries to forget about the situation he is in by humming. This humming drowns out Donald picking up a hacksaw, and as Mickey feels the sharp edge against his trademark ears panic envelops him. "You were always proud of your ears, weren't you Mickey? They were always your finest feature… Minnie loved your ears and I love your ears. What do you think Mickey…will Minnie love me if I have your ears? Well, let's find out." Mickey squirms about as Donald saws through his circular lobes, his demented screams of pain muffled by the stitching. The blood pours openly from his head onto the floor; there it mixes with the blood from his eyes and from his mouth.
Donald finishes hacking through one of the ears but appears to be too tired to continue with the other, "I guess one will have to do, eh?" Donald speaks into the remaining ear of the famous mouse, "She won't mind, will she? Well, it doesn't really matter." Mickey appears to have given up. He hangs down from his chains, letting his blood flow into a congealing puddle below him. "I guess this is goodbye then, Mickey, see you in another life!" Donald turns to leave the abandoned warehouse and walks briskly out of the exit. In his hand, he carries Mickey's severed ear and the needle and thread.
Mickey is left alone in the darkness, unable to speak and barely able to hear. In his final moments, Mickey looks back on all those times that he had entertained the children, laughed with them, played with them etc. Mickey's penis became erect. This sudden rush of blood causes Mickey to faint but his boner remains until his brain stops working due to severe blood loss.
Meanwhile, at Minnie's house, this female mouse is in the kitchen baking a cake for her beloved Mickey. She is putting the final touches to the icing when the doorbell rings. "Who could it be?" Minnie asks herself as she hurries to the door. In the window she sees a familiar sight, a portrait view of her beloved. "I'll be just a minute Mickey!" She shouts as she rushes back to the kitchen to pick up the cake, "You can come in but close your eyes!"
Donald walks into Minnie's house, his blood seeping from his forehead due to his poor quality stitching of Mickey's ear to his own feathery scalp. In his hands he holds a bunch of roses hoping to surprise Minnie with this wonderful gift. Minnie returns holding the cake in front of her blocking her view, "Surprise Mickey!" she peeks around the cake to see her beloved's reaction but is shocked to find a mutilated duck in his place.
"Surprise, Minnie!" Donald yells holding the bunch of roses out in front of him. Minnie steps backwards in fear of Donald, but trips which causes the cake to fall onto her, staining her white skirt with pink icing. "It's me, Minnie! It's me, Mickey!"
"D-D-Donald… what have you done?" Minnie speaks in a hushed tone, slowly crawling away from her guest.
"I'm not Donald." Donald laughs pathetically. "I'm Mickey Mouse! Your one true love!" Donald seems adamant that he is Mickey and tries to mimic his way of speaking but fails resulting in a less than audible version of his usual voice.
"Donald, what have you done to yourself? What have you done to Mickey?" Minnie continues to crawl away, trying to edge herself closer to a telephone or an exit or anything.
"I'm not Donald, Minnie! I'm Mickey! I can prove it to you! Look at my ears!" Donald points his head downwards so Minnie can get a good look at his handiwork.
"Christ, Donald what have you done?" Minnie cries a little, seeing what Donald has done to himself and what he has ripped off Mickey.
"Stop calling me Donald! I am not Donald!" Donald rushes forward and grabs Minnie by her shoulders and begins to shake her. "I am not Donald! I am Mickey Mouse!"
"Stop it, Donald! Please, you're hurting me!" Donald held her down to the ground, as he shakes her she bangs her head against the floorboards.
"Say it! Say I am Mickey Mouse!" Donald screams into the face of Minnie.
"You're Donald Duck! Look at you, you're a duck, how could you be Mickey?"
Minnie squirms about on the floor, trying to break free of Donald's grip, but Donald is too strong for her.
"I'll show you how much I love you, Minnie! I'll show you how much Mickey loves you!" Once again, from underneath his feathers, Donald's penis begins to grow but larger and harder than it was before. Donald lifts Minnie's stained skirt with his beak and rips off her panties with his mouth holding the struggling mouse in place as he positioned his white cock already dribbling with pre-cum.
"Donald don't do this! Think of our friendship! Think of all the films we've produced!" Minnie tries to coerce Donald with companionship and capitalist ideals but Donald's mind is set on one thing and one thing only.
"My name is Mickey!" screams Donald as he forces his cock inbetween the tight lips of Minnie's cunt. Tearing her labia as he shoves his fat penis deep into her pussy, penetrating further than Mickey could ever penetrate in his wildest dreams.
"No, don't!" Minnie moans as Donald retracts his monster cock and thrusts himself back inside her warm tight fanny. Minnie's cunt blood dribbles down Donald's shaft as he continues to pound away at the mouse's beaver. "No! Please no!" Minnie screams as she reaches org asm and excretes her bodily fluids onto Donald's huge prick creating easier access.
Donald is nowhere near org asm. He lifts Minnie's top over her head and begins to suck away at her furry tits. He licks each individual nipple and bites down to see the reaction of Minnie, she moans in delight as she slowly begins to enjoy having her pussy pummelled and her nipples licked. Donald recognises this and bites down hard on her nipple drawing blood he then rips the breast right off just to see Minnie's further reaction. Minnie's eyes bulge and tears drip down her face, she screeches in agony as Donald removes her breast and throws it into the cake.
The blood drips down her torso and onto Donald's snowy dick turning it a further shade of pink The sight of blood reawakens Donald's lust and he begins to hump harder and faster, he pounds Minnie's bloodied vagina with a higher intensity and penetrates her innards deep.
As Donald intensifies, Minnie unwillingly comes again and again. Her pleasure reaches such heights that she doesn't feel the pain in her chest. Finally, as Donald's chalky white stick shoots his sticky goodness deep inside Minnie's gash, he breathes a sigh of relief, stands up and turns to the camera. "To quote my friend, the late Porky Pig, that's all folks!"
The band plays nice happy tones and the credits roll.