At the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, sinful sounds were radiating at the abobe's shadowy interior.

"Mmnhnm Donnie, this feathered cock is immaculate..." Minnie mouse, the wife of Walt Disney's interspecies love child, Mickey Mouse, exhaled a breathy moan through the phallic blocking of her virgin throat.

She performed the sucky-ducky on Donald Fauntleroy Duck's penis while her dominant hand fondled the quackster's avian nutsack. The cock she was gargling was very delicate at brushing the walls of her esophagus, which caused the slutty mouse to use her free fingers to scratch the edges of her horny arsehole.

"Ohhh Minnie Mouse!" moaned the verbally impaired duck. He was sitting on the dining table, varnishing it with his gooey ass sweat as his white penis queefed inside his cheating partner's speech vagina.

"Yes Don! Maintain the pace!" Minnie gagged "You're healing my tonsillitis!"

"Oh you betcha, Minnie!" replied Donald while deepthroating the wet mouse with his ultra-hard quackhammer.

Outside the clubhouse, The man himself, Mickey "Walt Disney" Mouse walked home from the brothel ran by his secret gay lover Pete. He entered his clubhouse without knocking and hung his Nazi uniform on the coat hanger.

"Minnie! I'm homeeee MY GOD!"

There, Mickey saw his best mate, Donald, shined only by a sexy lava lamp, quackbusting his ducky load into his wife's swollen anus, wagging his tail as he swung his ass like he's dancing tango.

Mickey couldn't believe it. His bestfriend, the one who he counted on for when he needed someone to sctratch the itch inside his rectum, betrayed him for the third time on the same week. The sight made Mickey's considered non-existent penis to shrink sub atomically in despair. He had enough of the bastard duck's follies; it's time for him to end it.

"Damnation!" Mickey cursed.

The breeding Donald noticed the mouse and explained "Mickey!... I-I-It's not what you think..."

"SHY-ZAH!" Mickey mouse shut him off and pulled out his Luger, a vintage German pistol, from his pink jockstrap.

Donald and Minnie panicked; Mickey the fucking mouse would actually commit murder in his own devoted Christian household.

"Go join the rest of your quack pack in hell, Fauntleroy!" was the last message Colonel Mickey gave before shooting Donald pointblank at his bird eggs and pecker - not the bill, the pecker between his thighs.

The earrape screams of Minnie Mouse ripped throughout the place as Donald fell to the floor for he had lost his feathery groin from the blast.

"Mickey! That was part of the surprise, loverboy!" yelled Minnie.

"Surprise? What surprise? Haha" Mickey asked in bewilderment.

Minnie pressed the switch with her seductive mouse hand and enlightened the place. The dining room was now filled with the colorful array of Mickey's closeted friends which consisted of: Goofy the jester, Daisy Duck, Trustworthy Minnie, Bugs Bunny, Goofy's retarded cousin Pluto and who could forget about Mr. Fauntleroy himself, Donald Duck- whose still cold dead on the ground. They all yelled a heartwarming "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICKEY!"

Mickey's anger dissipated into joy "Oh Boy! I forgot it's my goddamn birthday!" he would say.

The mouse went to his pals and gave each of them delicious sloppy kisses as his way of showing his thanks.

After a few tasty tongue twirling, Mickey Mouse peeped at the table and saw the wonderfully made edibles prepared by his lovely loyal wife. He then rang the dinner bell to gather up his besties.

"All right gang! now that the food is ready... it's time to eat!" Mickey announced. "And by eat, I mean eat each other out HAHA!"

Mickey's cult followers screeched their Hoorays and Huzzahs then proceeded to strip their clothes off, displaying different shape and sizes of their hot and cock erecting genitals.

But before they could dine, they all say their graces.