Mickey, Donald, and Goofy invite Han, Luke, Chewie, Spider-Man, and Hulk onto a replica of the Millennium Falcon shaped like Mickey’s head.
The reason I invited you all here today is that both of your universes wanna join the Disney gang…
Ignore that dipshit, what Mickey is saying is that gangs have initiation rituals. Most jump you in but we fuck you in….
Wait you’re saying that if we wanna be Disney characters we have to fuck you?
Can I please have a bag of dicks?
They all mumble their agreement. Spider-Man-being a virgin-is afraid he’ll come too soon so he closes off his urethra with a glob of web.
I have a girlfriend in Canada.
Good… Welcome to the Millennium Fuckin’!
They board the ship and waste no time getting down to business.
Spidey descends from the ceiling and reenacts his MTV award winning kiss, this time on Luke’s throbbing laser sword.
Oooooo! The Force is strong with this one.
My downstairs tingles.
Chewie roars a response and then sticks his hairy dick deep into Goofy’s ear. Han leans in and, in the ear not filled with wookie cock, whispers:
Here’s a little advice…always let the wookie cum.
He then starts taking large gulps of Mickey’s spread asshole before sticking his blaster in.
Hoo, hoo! I love your dick!
He pulls aside his tattered purple shorts just enough so that Donald can work his corkscrew cock deep into Hulk’s tight, green asshole.
Now you know why I never wear pants.
Hey Luke, we know you can handle two suns but how about two moons?
Him and Han stick their asses in his face. Spidey helps fashion him and Luke a set of web gloves and they go to work fisting the two assholes.
I guess it’s true what they say: with great power bottoms cums great orgasms.
They all share a chuckle.