Warning: OOC, Intense Make-Outs, Crack Pairings, and Interspecies PDA.
-Interview With Prince Norm-
Vera Brightly, head of market for Greene Industries, is sent as a representative to the Arctic to discuss with the King about possible business deals to explore the region for natural resources by her boss Mr. Greene. Vera eventually managed to get an interview with the grandson of the reclusive monarch, Prince Norm.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The juvenile polar bear asked from his position on the couch of the luxury condor.
"Of course it will! Haven't you heard that love conquers all?" Vera asked from beside him as the cameraman aimed at them.
"Umm... No, can't say that I have." Was Norm's answer.
"Just follow my lead." She told him while flashing a smile and getting up. "it will be fine."
"Action!" The director shouted, starting to film.
Vera's eyes turned sparkly and she put her hands on her mouth. "Prince Norm?"
The Prince shrugged with a smile of his own at the look the businesswoman sent towards him. "That's me."
"My God, I can't believe it!" She exclaimed, extending her arms to hug the polar bear. "I'm your biggest fan!" Norm got up and happily hugged her back. "How're you doing?"
"Oh, Vera, I-I" The Prince of the Arctic stammered for a bit, unsure of what he was supposed to say. "I-I'm fine, thanks for asking."
"So, everyone knows how you essentially became an internet phenomenon overnight." Vera started. "Do you think you could give me a few tips?"
"Oh, sure." He told her. "What exactly do you wanna do?"
"Online Guitar Lessons."
Norm perked at that. "Whoa. I have always wanted to play guitar!"
"Well, I could give you a few pointers." She said, flashing another shiny smile. She patted the couch. "Shall we sit down?"
Norm gave a nodding gesture and the two of them sat on the gray sofa; Vera was sitting slightly to the side in front of Norm and grabbed hold of each of his paws. "Now, you have to hold the guitar like this." She instructed him whilst putting his strong arms around her frame. "You gotta tune in the instrument by pulling the right strings." She said as she moved closer to him, essentially sitting in his lap. "Then you..." She paused for a second, a blush appearing on her face. "Is this erection yours or mine?" Vera gasped and got off the couch. "Oh, My Goodness!" She Half-shouted. "I am so sorry, Norm!" The cracking in her acting started to appear and her playful smile sneaked through the cracks. She bowed down with her Upper-body leaning on his crotch while she held her hands together like doing a prayer, getting right on his face. "The last thing I wanted was to scare you away!" Her adamant declaration was followed by her standing on Norm's legs and staring at the Prince right on his eyes.
Norm couldn't help but chuckle at her purposely bad acting. "Well, I-"
She suddenly shut him up by putting a finger in his lips and licked her own ones as her smile turned sly and batted her half-lidded eyes seductively at the polar bear.
"Enough talking." She whispered... and leaned forward.
Her lips pressed insistently over his wide mouth. Before long, both of them lost themselves in one another. Pressing of mouths, flicks of wet tongue and the barest hints of teeth were all they knew. Vera moaned into his mouth, shifting herself to fully sit on top of him. Her breasts pressed upon Norm's bare chest as she embraced him. The bear, meanwhile gently put a paw behind her head, caressing her scalp. Flicks of tongue became infiltration as the kiss continued, tongue delving into his searing hot cavern and his wide tongue exploring hers in return.
Vera could only declare that her plan to reenact the plot of The Lion King II: Simba's Pride and have herself "Hot Cosby" the Arctic Prince to establish good relations between her company and the North Pole was a resounding success.
...Even if the sight of her mother making out with a bear on Live TV was enough to make Olympia's jaws detach themselves in shock.
-"We'll Meet Again"-
World War II veteran Donald Fauntleroy Duck is mistreated by his relatives, dumped by his longtime girlfriend Daisy, and pitied by his wards/nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie. The Triplets orchestrate with Donald's comrades from his time as an envoy in Latin America, José Carioca, and Panchito Pistoles to reunite him with his old flame Yayá, a Bahian cookie-seller. After spending a few days in Rio de Janeiro, the couple moved to the pristine beaches of Fernando de Noronha. Currently, the two were cuddled together on a beach towel, enjoying the sunset.
"I liked Daisy, a lot." Donald vented in a somber tone. "But, well... I guess the ship has finally sailed."
"You know? I am actually impressed." Yayá told him as they hugged each other's sides on the towel. "The things you did for that woman..." She started. "It's hard to find a man that would do what you did. Chasing after her, traveling all over the world, all to get to her." The cookie-seller flashed a shiny smile to him. "That's incredible."
Donald could do little except laugh bashfully. "That's what men are like." He contemplated. "They will do anything for a woman, but sometimes they won't get recognition from them, see?" His expression turned somber once again. "I only wish I got some recognition from all of that."
Yayá looked sympathetically at him. Deciding to change the subject, she flashed another smile to the duck. "You know? I have dreamt of something like this since I was a kid." She told him. "My friends and I would talk about stuff like that around the table." She gazed directly into his eyes. "What would you do on an island like this with the one you love?"
The atmosphere turned silent between them. She kept staring into his eyes and he looked into hers. Donald reached to her face and turned it to him. Getting the message, Yayá closed her eyes and leaned as she brought her hand to caress his bill, bringing their lips together. Nothing happened at first, but Yayá brought an arm to softly stroke Donald's neck. Soon after, the duck, wanting more, deepened the kiss and let out his tongue to enter into Yayá's mouth, brushing her teeth. Afterward, they came to the shore and embraced each other as they clashed against the waves, still engaging in a passionate make-out. The duck suspended the cookie-seller by her buttocks while she had her arms wrapped around his neck; both so consumed by their passion that they were almost oblivious to their surroundings as they melted into their embrace. The last thing they became conscious of was the smell of the nearby sea in the air, the sand and saltwater rubbing against their goosebumps, and the other's hand tugging on the straps of their swimwear.
- "The Nutcracker and the Monkey King"-
Partnering with the Paris Opera Ballet, King Louie holds a play roughly based on the famous ballet The Nutcracker by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky that he calls The Nutcracker and the Monkey King. Ms. Mimi, the headteacher of Camembert Academy, sends her best girls to do the audition in hopes that one of them will be chosen to dance the role of Clara. The girls undergo a series of tests against Louie's interns from the Parque das Árvores Felizes, a Brazilian nature reserve.
The King of the Bandar-log coughed to get the girls' attention onstage. "Now, the one who won the King's gift was..." He opened an envelope with the winner's name. "Angelina Mouseling!"
Angelina cheered alongside her best friend Alice while Gracie grumbled under her breath. None of them saw the sly smile on the King's face.
"Now, your majesty, if you please?" He called to the one offstage. Forth came a Young monkey named Zico, one of the interns who the girls had faced in the previous challenge, wearing a King's robe and a crown. He exchanged a hi-five and a fist bump with King Louie before the latter addressed the winner. "To our new 'Clara': today is Sunday; the day after tomorrow, Tuesday, which Holiday it will be?"
"Valentines' Day!" Angelina gushed.
"Very well," The orangutan smiled. "So, in honor of the Holiday, your bonus gift will be... a kiss from the King!" He exclaimed, pointing at Zico.
Angelina did double-take; the other girls weren't far behind.
"All for the ballet..." The ballerina murmured to herself before facing the throne where Zico was standing so they both could be eye-to-eye. The mouseling was shaking to the core, not expecting to have to do such a thing. Fortunately, the monkey Zico seemed to be feeling the same way, and his nervous, yet somewhat funny, expression helped alleviate her own anxiousness.
The pair rubbed their faces whilst sharing silly smiles and snickering like dummies. Angelina finally regained control of herself to put her arm around his neck before diving in for a kiss. Her lips felt the taste of banana the moment they locked with Zico's mouth. The future ballerina remained undeterred, shoving her tongue deeper into the monkey, and eagerly asking his own tongue for a 'dance' around his tonsils. The sight of the mouseling's incredibly passionate kiss caught King Louie off guard, turning his mouth into an 'O'. Beside him, Alice tried to cover her smile and hide her giggle. Gracie was smiling too as she made a heart with her hands and showed it to the camera. Neither Angelina nor Zico paid them any mind, both of them being too busy savoring their kiss. She recoiled for a second, then gave him a peck and the two of them restarted their makeout session.
They continued for a full minute, and, exactly one second later, Angelina, giggling like crazy, ran from the stage with a full-blown smile on her face.
A/N: For those who don't know: Zico is the tritagonist of Peixonauta, a Brazilian-Canadian-American animation series that aired on Discovery Kids and one of my favorite shows from the channel.
-The Joy of the Rus-
Young Czar Ivan Nikitich Romanov receives guests from all over Europe coming to his birthday party, celebrated aboard the large royal barge in the middle of the River Niemen, near Tilsit, Russia; where the Boy-Emperor fetes his visitors with banquets, parades, and concerts. Sir Little John, former English outlaw-turned Duke of Chutney by the grace of the King of England, is accompanying his friend Sir Robin of Nottingham to the party.
"At least 10 seconds of downing for each of you." Bartok, the Albino bat performer explained the challenge to Little John and Ivan's advisor Lady Ludmilla as he stood atop a full bottle of Russian vodka in the Mead Table.
"She goes first." Little John declared as he pointed at Ludmilla: an extremely slender shrew of a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, red lips, and pale skin, wearing a black and gold corset with pink ribbons, a purple skirt with a yellow ribbon shaped like a tie, and black slippers.
"Okay. You have to down the bottle for a longer time than her." Bartok said to the bear.
The Duke of Chutney nodded without thinking much of it. "Fine by me."
Obviously, Little John was unaware of the 'Joy of the Rus', a pleasure that no Russian can live without: drinking.
Ludmilla downed the vodka in a tall mead mug, its contents flowing down her throat like a waterfall with audible gulps. Barely any time passed and Little John had already realized his mistake as he watched jaw-slacked as the Royal advisor maintained the mug connected to her mouth for a full minute. The bear spotted Robin sending a "~You are so screwed now~" look to him and could do nothing but frown at his friend. Ludmilla kept drinking. A small crowd formed around them, cheering her on while Little John tried to convince her to stop before she killed herself.
'You know nothing, John of Chutney.' Thought the Russian Lady.
When she was finally done, the shrew looked at the bear and offered him the mug. "There! Now you have to drink longer than I did."
The bear stammered as he thought of a way out. One thought developed in his mind. "...Or what?"
"You will have to kiss me."
The bear blinked once, twice, thrice. "You think that kissing you is a punishment?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because no one has picked me up till this day." Was her answer.
The bear's next declaration took her off guard. His expression turned fierce and he looked at her straight in the eye. "I don't need to be drunk to kiss you."
...And that was all she needed to hear.
Her mouth struck him, her lips connecting with his ferociously. She put her hand around his cheek, pulling his mouth closer to hers with the repressed passion of a lifetime. Little John moaned as he kissed Ludmilla, savoring the taste of vodka in her mouth. As they explored each other's mouths with their tongues, they traced them back to clash together, exchanging meager quantities of saliva mixed with alcohol. After they broke apart, neither of them could resist leaning again to deliver a chaste smack.
Once they officially cut lip contact for good, they greeted the ovation from the other guests with content smiles.
-Smiles Commercial-
Rudolph travels to the Island of Misfit Toys, where his friend Hermey intends to produce a commercial for his newly-created toothpaste, Smiles, with the Red-Nosed Reindeer co-starring with Queen Camilla of Castaway Cove.
It was a hot sunny day by the beach. The engines propelled the motorboat over the ocean waves, cutting through the water translucent. The surfers paddled to reach where the waves were forming. Those on the jetskis performed all kinds of crazy stunts. Air currents pulled the large power kites on the water, much to the excitement of the Windsurfers and Kitesurfers.
Soon enough, people started diving into the water, between the mass eruption of splashes was Rudolph. He swam underwater at top speed to meet Queen Camilla in an underwater embrace. The hippo queen was clad in a yellow two-piece bikini. They spun around and circled arms in each other's backs until it was time to get back to the surface. Once they emerged, the first load they inhaled came from each other's lungs. Camilla forced herself onto the reindeer, standing above him and kissing him with an arm locked around what should roughly be his shoulder. Rudolph, taking advantage of the water, floated in circles with the hippo while still grabbing onto her back. Not once they stopped smiling lovingly at the other.
-Robin Hood in a DunBroch Party-
Following King Richard's return to England and the imprisonment of Prince John, Sir Hiss, and the Sheriff, Robin Hood was granted the Royal Perdon, regaining his Lands and Status. Aiming to reestablish Diplomatic Ties with the Highland Kingdom of DunBroch, Richard sends the former outlaw to attend the party celebrating the sixteenth birthday of Princess Merida, daughter of King Fergus and a great fan of Robin's adventures.
A soothing crackle came from the great stone fireplace that warmed the Great Hall of Castle DunBroch. The walls displayed King Fergus' proudest hunting trophies, including a large black bear which, from what Robin heard, is regularly used to illustrate Fergus' feud with the demon bear Mor'du. Making her way across the hall, Merida introduced herself to her idol.
"Heh," Robin mused as he watched the Princess reject another batch of confessions from her suitors. By now, the third one to interrupt their conversation. "Persistent bunch, aren't they?"
Merida huffed. "You tell me."
Robin chuckled. "Hey, Merida, can you give me a twirl?"
Merida did so a bit too eager; allowing Robin a chance to admire her slender body, hugged by the sheer turquoise gown with gold trimming and a square neckline she was wearing.
The former outlaw whistled. "So, who is the luckiest one yet?"
Merida shook her head but maintained a smile. "None of them."
"Would you give me a chance?" He asked.
The Princess pondered for a bit. "Well, I'm a great fan of yours." Now, she asked him: "Would you sweep me off my feet?"
"With a kiss." He declared. "If your ladyship would allow me."
Her smile widened playfully. "I really doubt that."
As she expected, Robin Hood doesn't back down from a challenge. They closed their eyes and their lips meet in a tender liplock. Their mouths were open to allow complete access to the other, yet the kiss was entirely wholesome. Though a little deep. Little John was on the side, cheering for his friend. Merida and Robin lost themselves to each other. The kiss wasn't too intense but still felt amazing, with neither of them daring to break apart. Ultimately, it was Merida who succumbed to the rush of attraction and wrapped her arms around Robin's neck, deepening their kiss and starting a dance between their lips. The pair clung to one another for a full minute before breaking apart and sneaking out to the forest for a small Archery Competition.
"Well, isn't that just dandy?" Fergus said to his astounded wife. "Guess who is coming to dinner?"
-Medusa's Love Song-
Madame Medusa's face scrunched up when it was hit by the sun. She tried rolling away from the light but the damage was done, she was awake, and as soon as she stirred, the pain set in. She opened her eyes and groaned when the sunlight shone into them. She turned over only to wince in pain as she did. Her body was sore and worn out. Her core felt like something had bludgeoned her. Her butt cheeks and back stung as if something had shaved them and she felt incredibly nauseous.
'Why the hell did I drink so much last night?' She thought bitterly. She rose her head and looked around with her Half-lidded eyes to see that she was laying on the sandy riverbank. "How did I get here?"
She turned around once again... and came face-to-face with a massive crocodile.
"Makuu?" Her voice came in the form of a whisper. A smile slowly graced her lips... before she remembered about last night. "Makuu?!" Her face now contorted into a scowl and she started shaking him. "WAKE UP, YOU LEATHERHEAD!"
The crocodile's eyes scrunched before opening, it took a while for them to refocus so he could get a better look at the one who was shaking him. "Medusa?"
The Madame got back on her feet and straightened her clothes, only now realizing the disastrous state they're in. "What the inferno happened last night?!"
"Well, you may not remember, but it was one hell of a show for me." -WACK- "Ouch."
Medusa held her shotgun with the butt aimed at the crocodile and kept glaring furiously at him. "That better have hurt, you shameless old dragon! That's what you get for getting busy with that-"
"NOTHING HAPPENED!" He cut her off, immensely frustrated by now. "How many times will I have to tell you? That female is insane!" He shouted. "She is the one who pounced at me!"
"Liar." Her growl came off weakly, giving away that she wasn't so sure as she thought she was.
"I am not." He told her. "I love you."
"...How big is that love?" She whispered.
He turned so that the two of them were face-to-face, then he answered with his voice full of conviction. "Bigger than the distance between the Escarpment and the Wastes..."
'That's a long-distance.' She conceded in her mind.
"Times 10." He finished.
She glowed.
And he kept going. "Bigger than the Sun or any other star."
She stiffened. "R-really?"
He nodded. Louis showed up and started blowing his horn in a very special melody. A song he made himself last night for the loving couple that was getting all lovey-dovey in the riverbank. Makuu approached, Medusa aimed at him but he casually grasped the shotgun and put it aside, the Madam couldn't even muster the will to stop him. They clasped their hands together, he put his other hand on her waist while she put her other one on his shoulder, and they started dancing with their heads leaning on each other. Their smiles shined brightly as they reminisced of their time together the night before, once the memories finally resurfaced. When they separated, she looked into his eyes and he did the same to hers. Then Makuu slowly started to move his face towards her. Medusa hesitated for a second, retreating back but not enough for him to lose his grip on her shoulder until she suddenly stopped. Her eyes shone with desire before she closed them. Inch by inch, Makuu drew closer, trying his best to pucker up the tip of his mouth. And finally, he met her lips. The peck lasted little more than a second.
But it was enough to get them both smiling like silly love-struck teenagers.
Louis smiled at the scene before he went back to playing the song for the merry couple.
Makuu and Medusa joined their puckers again, starting a session of short but sweet butterfly kisses. They would occasionally break apart just to enjoy the sight of the other's beautiful smile before going back to smooching. Medusa whispered sweet things to Makuu that the latter appreciated enough to gift her with another chaste kiss. Medusa didn't bother to hide her expression of longing when he pulled away and leaned to keep their lips locked for as long as possible. When they clasped their hands together, Makuu tried the best he could to kiss hers, just the fact that he tried it was enough to make her glow at him with pure love. She kissed him again, this time more passionately, bringing the two of them down to the sand.
Medusa would awake in the same position she had last time, her body aching from head to toe. But now, she couldn't stop smiling like a schoolgirl.
A/N: The Great Escarpment is located in the southernmost part of South Africa, and the 'Wastes' in question are the barren lands of the Sahara Desert.