The Queen of Disney loves all of her subjects. People of all ages, species, sizes, etc. And they in turn, loved their queen with all their hearts. Minnie’s beloved followers would do anything to show their love foer their beloved queen. Some would get all of her various memorabilia over the years. From the most common plushes and posters to the most obscure content they’ve ever released. Like say a German brand two week only special mug in the shape of Minnie’s pantaloons and marked with her famous polka dot pattern from 1988. Or an M1 bayonet engraved with the famous Disney symbol as a reminder and comfort in trying times of warfare. Others would go as far as to ink their bodies with her and her friends' names and symbols of Disney itself. Minnie still remembers the time during a float parade she attended where one large man ripped off his shirt, showing off a very well recreated 1:1 art piece of her with his chest as the canvas. She never caught his name but the memory always lived in the back of her mind. Others would go more… Obscene routes. They had to confiscate a VERY detailed statue of Minnie, Clarabelle and Daisy being intimate with each other. She still has a room dedicated to it. But no matter what, the queen of Disney loved everything her subjects gave her. It’s just that sometimes she requires more from her subjects. Something personal. Intimate. And it’s a need she simply can’t push away. Even if it goes against the very wedding ring she boldly wears during such dreadful acts. She picked one of her more… Blessed, subjects. 38 years old. Fat. Hairy works 9-5 weekly outdoors and he never fails to send in a letter since he was in his early 20s. Minnie loved to look at the pictures of himself he sent in. Nothing lewd in nature. A tall mule, built to be outside. He barely took good care of himself and every year he got fatter, Minnie took note of that special blessed bulge that he’d accidentally show off to her. Dark hair with dirty brown fur, a smile on his face as he waved her off in the picture. … And just like in those pictures, even while laying in bed and watching him sleep, he looked as sweet and peaceful as could be. The burly burro didn’t wear anything to bed aside from a food stained white undershirt and the queen got to see exactly what she wanted. Under a blanket, it twitched with an already present erection. Stained with some kind of natural grease, Minnie’s hand went underneath to play with it. A sweat drenched, filthy cock, foreskin eagerly awating to be pulled back like a banana for its sweet meat. Minnie coouldn’t hold herself back anymore! Her naked hand, the same one with the ring Mickey slipped on at the altar, became greasy along with the rest of her hand as she eagerly played with her favorite toy of all time. The beastly cock grew bigger in no short time thanks to her skullfull hand. She looked at his sleeping face, an eager smile growing as her hand continued stroking him off. Unable to hold herself back, she pulled the thin bed sheet off, getting a full look at him. Dark brown, bright pink cock tip that flared. The color reminded her of a pink juicy plum begging to be tasted. It mesmorized her. Growing ever more sturdy as her hand didn’t stop, excited to see the beast at full mast. It didn’t take long for the donkey cock to reach its full height. Minnie took a few moments to just admire the size, girth and ripeness of the beast in front of her. The portly donkey man was still asleep, not klnowing he’s being treated with a kind of royal treatment that most could only dream of. Minnie ‘s eyes travleed down to the big nuts settled between his legs. Stuffed into a dark, leathery sack, the balls churned with so much life. Radiating so much heat, the mouse could imagine herself nestled between them after a long night of draining them dry. Cum already oozed out of the top as he felt her touch and dreamed of doing unspeakable things. The punget sourt smell of an unwashed cock made her nose ache. Her mouth drool and her own little pussy twitch iwth need. Minnie took the thick meat into her mouth, cleaning it with her mouth in no time. Minnie’s tongue burned with flavors that savorred and loved with every suck. The bitter taste of wasted seeed, the ripe cock smell filling her mind from the insid eout was something she just coudldn’t put into words. Sounds however were easy. Between the donkey man's snores and the static of his still on TV, the room filled with the sounds of her throat opening and closer around his cock. Her mouth slobbered and rooled as she deepthroats it, dirtying her slender throat with his filth. ‘Give it to me. Give me that nasty butter from your balls!’ Minnie thought to herself as she hurriedly played with her own pussy. The need only flared up as she tried to satisfy her dirty desires with just oher own hand. The same hand with the ring that swore herself to Mickey. She spat the cock out, using the hand she used to play with herself to stroke it with her fluids. Mouth open, she gribbed the base and slapped herself across the face again and again. Treating herself like a common white trying to satisfy a guy for her next meal for her pimp. She spat on it a few times, not to disrespect it but to luber if up further and give it the attention it deserves. Like a good little woman. No. Not even a woman. Instead, the queen was just a bitch in need of some spicy flared dick meat. It didn’t matter how filthy, old, young, expecnied or vigin it was; All that mattered was it was bigger than her husband. Packed full of protein and most importantly of all: It could fuck her brains out. Throughly cleaned, Minnie stepped back, marveling at just how big it looks. Thicker than her arms, balls as big as her ears and more hair on them than her whole body. Minnie swirled her tongue around her own mouth and spat out a fair amount of pubic hair that got stuck inbetween her teeth. Not being the first time, nor the last, she easily collected the curly little reminders and spat them all out into a little ball on the ground. She was impressed by just how many of the little rascals managed to get caught. She wondered how many more she could gather. Minnie went right to work, easglerly licking and sucking down the fat coconuts. Her nose burried into the sourse of the manly musk that filled the room, Miniie massaged the balls with a level of expertise only someone like her could how to, to a pair of stud nuts. Gaggiing, face fucking herself onto them. Minnie looked like a woman who never knew the term “decently”. She huffed and gasped, taking in the smell like a drug addict. Pressing the menacing nuts togethered, mottorboating them like a boy would to a pair of big tits of some hooker. “I love you, I love you so much. Mmmmh, you’re so big and warm…” She whispered to the baby makers. They felt so appealing, resting aganist her face. Eyes rolled back, Minnie concentrated on just worshiping the nuts. Pressing her big ears against them, she could practically hear the untold bastards in the burro’s balls whispering back to her how they love her too. Minnie felt something warm hittin the top of her head and smiled as she saw the pink speckled tip, drooling and landing on her face like a slow, gooey shower. Face still buried into the sack, Minnie let the filthy muck dirty her without question. It felt so Somehow, Minnie’s admirer hadn’t woken up. But that was gonna change one way or another. Minnie climbled ontop of the donkey dick, drippeing with her own fluids as she made the tip kiss her small pussy. Grinding it down slowly, the queen of Disney let out a grunting gasp as she forced more than half of the meat into her cunt. The tight size difference made her clamp down ontop of the man, finally pushing him to stir awake. With her heart racing, Minnie forced herself deeper, her belly distoring as her pussy and womb were being occupied by the ever expanding monster cock. The friction of her insides being pulled by him was enough to make her voice tremble as she moaned as loud as she could without restraint. Her delicate dress, usually well maintained, was torn apart so the queen could quickly and easily drop herself down without fail. The cock shaped bump in her belly easily split the thin fabric apart as she rode the beast of burden hard and fast. “Wha…” Right on cue, the portly equine opened his tired eyes to the sight of something magical. Minnie mouse, her dress torn apart riding his cock and doing eveyhting in her power to drain him like a sperm bank. What he thought was a dream felt so real and it wasn’t until she went balls deep, eliciting a gasped groan from him. Grinding her hips down, she peaked from the side of the bulge, smiling at her admirer. “It’s no dream big boy. You’re gettin gwhat you’ve always dreamed of. Now be a good donkey and stuff me!” Minnie tried to give the man a sexy wink but her runny make up, lukewarm smile mixed with an aheago and heart dotted eyes ruined it. She rubbed the bulge, causing it to twitch harder under the layer of Minnie pussy clamping down onto it. She wasn’t a queen. Not even a woman. She’s just a mouse cunt. His big brown eyes glistened as they widened. A crooked smile spread across his face as it really did hit him that it’s not a dream. He drooled like a hungry man eyeing his first steak in ages as his meal of choice. The donkey dicked gringo grabbed her hips and helped Minnie’s plump ass sit into his lap. He his crush without restraint. The hard fast motions of his cock digging into the depts of her pussy was so much bettewe than by herself. “¡Eres tan sexy! ¡¡TOMA MI PUTA LECHE BRUJA TRAMPOSA!!” He spoke, laughing as his balls slapped Minnie’s fat ass like a father disaplining his bad daughter. *1 “¡Dame tu sucia leche, burro gordo! ¡¡¡Vuélcala toda en mí!!!” Minnie replied, speaking in his native tongue without skipping a beat. *2 The donkey smiled as he heard her speak such sweet words in his own language. The man closed his eyes, concentrating on his own balls. The years of wasted seed had come to mind, his balls churning, almost loud enough to hear as he focused his whole being into doing what he’s been dreaming of since he was a young man having his ifirst wet dream. Hhis balls tightened, veins bulging through the thick leather of skin and he let out a strangled dgroan, pratically foaming at the mouth as he filled Minnie’s pussy with enough force to tear whatever remains of her dress. Her belly inflated like a condom, taking the butchered load like a good slut. Bare and ready to be knocked up, Minnie’s pussy clamped down as hard as it could, milking him as much as possible as he gasped for air, meanwhile Minnie just smiled as she rocked her hips from side to side, putting her excellent figure to good use. Feeling every single last bastard cum stretched and defiled her eggs, claming each one for a chance to be the next throne of Dinsey. Rather than a pure blooded mouse, people could only imagine either mouse has some sort of donkey ancestry as Minnie’s womb became a one woman donkey show versus billions. The man blacked out the moment his balls finally dumped the last drops inside. He fell limp. His still hard cock softening while Minnie’s new impressive gut sucked the life out of him. The lucky burro would wake up in the morning. Balls drained, and light headed hours after the intense love making. Minnie disappeared but by his bed stand, she wrote him a letter. “To one of my favorite subjects. I’ve been watching you since you were a little boy. I waited for you to be as ripe as a peach in the spring before I took that juice right from you. There will be a very generous check in the mail coming from me to you in a couple days. I hope to see you again. I want our child to meet their daddy. Cock first~!” * Minnie Mouse The letter ends with a very slippery kiss mark, stained white with the residue of the donkey man's own creation. He laughed, unable to fully believe that this all happened. Meanwhile Minnie is already back in her castle, nursing a very plump stomach full of who knows how many bastards floating around inside her fighting to be born. She rubbed her stomach, giggling as she imagined her lover laughing and dancing around, that magnificent cock flapping without a care as he celerbated such an event. “Madam, are you okay?” An attending knight asked, clear worry in his voice. “Oh I’m fine!” Minnie replied with a smile. “I just had quite a feast on my little trip. I’m even thinking of having another one quite soon! Maybe invite a few close friends for this one.” Minnie could feel the sperm swimming around, raping her little eggs as she spoke to the knight. It was only a matter of time before she'd be holding the little hands of her heirs. And Minnie wasn’t going to be stopping after just a few… END ________________ I suck at translations so sorry if they’re not accurate haha. I tried to base it off what my friend has made in his art. Translation*1: You're so sexy! TAKE MY FUCKING MILK YOU CHEATING WITCH!! Translation*2: Give me your dirty milk you fat donkey! Dump it all in me!!!