Donald duck was abruptly roused up by the manly stretch of hot air flowing past his beak from behind waking him up as it stayed around him lingering as if it was a muscular hand belonging to the many men that had caught Donald's eyes and nose. moving his flaccid penis with each I hading of the lingering gassy slowly becoming thicker and longer until it started poking into the musky smelling sides surrounding him.



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Duckburg for once in a long while was Quiet, no crazy monsters attacking because of some treasure being stolen, someone having attacked the creature ( looking at you glomgold), Robberies from the Beagles boys (mama beagle was sick so the boys spent 24/7 tending to her )or the chatter of the latest news on duck families adventures.
 
 
Midday Outside the money bin. Scrooge McDuck was rushing towards the entrance as his wobbling gut that had developed as he had aged pushed people a

The terror that flaps in the night. The last bite that evil cannot finish! Its name is... Darkwing Duck! And accompanying him on this fateful day is three other fine citizens: Launchpad McQuack, his #1 fan. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, the ingenious inventor for the violet vigilante. And Dr. Gyro Gear-- “No. I don’t want any part of this.” The scientist was wearing more casual clothes than usual, dragging a rolling suitcase, and heading for the elevator. “I’m taking a

 Falcon Graves had a meeting. Which wasn't unusual for such an in-demand professional as himself, but today's meeting was with a... repeat client. One Mark Beaks, a grey parrot that was also the billionaire founder/CEO of a tech company named Waddle. A text had inexplicably arrived at his private number at 3 in the morning saying, "Hey Gravesy, up for another job? Bodyguarding this guy (me), deets at brunch!" Then, "You owe me for bailing you out." And then, "But you'll still get paid too s