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Twin Schools: Breezeport Stories

Chapter 1: The Nightclub

"Alllllrighty, kiddos, where d'ya wanna go for tonight's big outing?" Mr. Mickey asked the small group of children as they walked out of the dorms. It was the last Friday of the month, which was a special night for the Twin Schools kids. On that day, the nightly curfew was lifted until near midnight rather than merely 7 PM. However, in exchange for being allowed to be out on the town later, the children had to be organized in groups, and chaperoned by a staff member or teacher.

Mickey plucked lazily at his t-shirt and shorts, watching the four kids chatter with each other, trying to decide where to go and what to do. As much as he wanted to get going himself, he waited patiently, knowing the kids would come to a decision sooner than later. The mouse sighed as his long, thin tail swished. He loved the children, but sometimes they could take a while to agree on an activity.

Tayl Gatoh looked mildly peeved as she fidgeted in a yellow cotton dress. The little white cat hated wearing clothing with a passion. Whenever she was allowed, she would strip nude. It was an entirely common sight to see her utterly bare and running around the school campus. However, since the Headmaster had not yet taken over all of Breezeport, the five-year-old had been forced to dress to go out. Her tail flicked back and forth in irritation, the golden ring chiming softly.

Buster Bunny was out of his school uniform, wearing his favorite red shirt, and nothing else. Like most other boys and some girls, his sheath was virtually invisible when not aroused. This allowed Buster, and many other males to go pantsless in public, although it was generally considered bad taste to do so. The boy tapped one of his big feet impatiently, brushing a hand through his blue hair.

One of Buster's friends from one of the girls' classes, Fifi, stood beside him, smiling. The purple-furred skunk brushed a long lock of her violet hair out of her face, her French-laced chatter lending an exotic element to the kids' discussion. She wore a powder-blue dress which accented her slight, slender frame perfectly, accenting what few curves the child had.

The final cub was Kit Cloudkicker, a young bear. The boy was tall, with a slightly muscular build. He wore a blue baseball cap backwards, allowing a long tuft of his brown hair to poke through the strap and dangle down into his face. He wore a long, slightly oversized green sweater over a t-shirt. He argued animatedly with the others, clearly having a strong opinion.

"...Okay, kids, decision time, where're we headed?" Mickey asked again, checking his watch.

"Well... We heard there's a new dance club that just opened a week or two ago..." Kit said, looking up at Mickey hopefully.

"...Club B. I know the place," Mickey said with a smirk, "I think you'll enjoy it, since they do cater to kids. But are you guys sure that's where ya wanna go to spend your one night out? If we go there, we won't really have time to go anywhere else tonight."

The cubs looked at each other and then nodded in agreement, grinning wide. Mickey chuckled and nodded.

"Well, then, let's get started walkin', kiddos. It's about halfway across town," the mouse said with a smirk. Ushering the kids in front of him so he could more easily keep an eye on them, Mickey smiled as they walked up the cul-de-sac into the town proper.

Breezeport was a large town, but a safe and clean one. The buildings were mostly made of white brick or stone, constructed with a smooth, flowing architecture that mimicked the rolling waves of the sea that lay off its east coast. Many were painted with streaks of blue, cyan, or green to further match the waters. The cool evening air carried the scent of the ocean on it, a whiff of salt on the wind. The sun was setting over the forest to the west, the sky tinged with orange and pink.

The walk was pleasant and uneventful as Mickey strolled with the kids. Outside of keeping them from wandering into the street on occasion, or keeping Tayl from stripping out of her dress every so often, the most eventful part of the trip was the friendly waves they got from the occasional passerby.

The Headmaster's influence had spread through most of the town, and if one looked for it, they could spots little signs here and there. White puddles in alleyways, the occasional moan of pleasure coming from an open window (or even open store), flyers for kids' events that just seemed a little more... risque than they should have been. On the way to the club, Mickey even witnessed a couple sitting on a bench. The woman smirked as she pulled an audio player out and slipped the earbuds into the male's ears. His eyes went wide and glassy, his jaw dropping slack. The woman winked at Mickey, smirking as she unzipped the male's fly to pull out his expanding erection; and Mickey knew that another person had just been enlightened to the Headmaster's agenda.

Soon, the group arrived at Club B. The building was in a small area of town called the Night District, a neon-lit stretch of street filled with nightclubs, restaurants, and other late-night attractions for adults and kids alike. Club B was easy to spot, tucked between a movie theater and a twenty-four hour cafe. The building was decked out in purple neon, with a gigantic red "B" dominating most of the front of the building. A small line of adults and kids stood at the door, waiting for admittance.

"Ah, man! We're gonna hafta wait FOREVER!!!" Buster complained, hopping up and down as he tried to see over the line. The bunny grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall of the cafe next door.

"I don't think we'll have to wait THAT long, Buster... I mean, the line is moving fairly quickly..." Kit disagreed, shaking his head. He fidgeted a little, pulling down the sleeves of his shirt, and twisting his cap.

"Kit eez right, Bustair. Just be patient, and we weel be let een," Fifi chided, brushing a hand through her hair, "Isn't zat right, Mr. Mickey?"

"Yes, Fifi. Just let me talk to the bouncer, and we should get in quickly," Mickey replied with a smile. He patted Tayl's head, as the kitten looked up at him with her big blue eyes in curiosity.

As the line moved and the group walked closer, they could feel the ground vibrating from the bassline pounding in the club. Tayl began hopping up and down in time with it, giggling, while the other cubs looked on anxiously down the line.

"Okay, kiddos, here's the deal. The club lets in kids, but they have to be supervised by an adult at all times. So stick by me at all times. If you get separated from me, you could get me in some trouble, and we might not be allowed back!" Mickey explained, smiling at the children.

"I understand, Mr. Mickey!" Kit replied, nodding.

"...If I HAVE to..." Buster agreed, less than enthusiastically.

"Just as long as I still get to... 'ow you say... shake my booty," Fifi smirked, brushing a lock of her purple hair from her face.

"I have a feeling you'll be doing plenty of that, Fifi," Mickey said, smiling at the girl.

*****

The first thing the kids noticed was the incredible bass speakers. The entire building shook with the sound. The children had to cover their ears at first until they grew used to it. The club was decked out in a red and purple color scheme, with neon lights decorating nearly every surface. A dance floor was the most prominent feature of the place, spanning most of the building's floorspace. Adults and children alike were swaying and grooving on the floor. Colored lights flashed in almost seizure-inducing patterns. Off to the side, a bar served non-alcoholic drinks and snacks for the patrons.

"Whoooooa!!! AWESOME!" Kit said loudly, trying to make himself heard over the music.

"Yes, zis ees, 'ow you say... 'off the hanger?'" Fifi agreed, already beginning to dance on the balls of her feet as Mickey ushered them forward.

"...I think you mean, "off the hook," or "off the chain," Fifi..." Buster replied, grinning as he followed the others inside. Tayl nodded in agreement, apparently too awed by the sight of the club to say anything of value. Her long tail swished back and forth as she smiled wide.

"All right, kids, remember, ya gotta stick near me at all times... but I think we'll be okay on the dance floor, for now!" Mickey announced over the music. The kids cheered as they scrambled out onto the multicolored dance floor, holographics, lasers, and lights shining and pulsing around.

The music pumped and pounded, a popular dance hit that was playing on the pop music stations around Breezeport. The kids giggled and sang along, noting a number of other children on the floor too, along with teenagers and adults bumping and grooving.

Kit danced a little awkwardly, his hips swaying as his feet shuffled, but he clearly was having a blast as he smiled wide. Buster was surprisingly skillful, his large feet belying a strange grace as he spun on the ball of one foot in a blue whirl. Tayl just sort of bumped and hopped, doing whatever she felt like to the beat, resulting in a very awkward, but very cute dance that somehow fit the music. Fifi, however, was moving sensually, her hips swaying and gyrating to the music, her feet sliding across the floor. The skunk's long, purple hair swayed, her tail swishing behind her. She drew eyes from around the club, everyone watching her... and more than a few bulges expanding within the clubgoer's pants at her moves.

The song came to an end, to the kids disappointment, but they chattered eagerly as they waited for the next song to be cued up by the DJ. Unseen to them, Mickey glanced up at the DJ booth, pointed at the four children, and gave a subtle hand gesture. The DJ nodded with a grin, flipping a few switches on his controls.

"Now, I KNOW all you party animals out there love the pop and techno that I pump outta here, but it's time for somethin' a lil' different. Somethin' you're not gonna hear on the radio. It's time... for the Club B official dance track!" the DJ called out, with the response of cheers from the crowd.

"Official dance track?" Buster asked, cocking his head curiously, "This oughta be interestin'."

"Now, if everyone over the age o' 13 would leave the dance floor, this one is for the kiddos here today... And relaaax, you're not breakin' the rules right now," the DJ purred into his microphone, still flipping controls on his audio console. The four students blinked in surprise and looked up at Mickey. The mouse smiled gently.

"You heard the man, kids only. I'll be right over there, getting a drink, and I'll be right back," Mickey reassured them, before walking off and vanishing into the crowd.

"That's kinda weird," Kit murmured, "They emphasize kids sticking near adults over and over, and then clear the dance floor of all adults?"

"You are being ze paranoid, Keet," Fifi purred, sidling up behind the bear, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Eet's not like we're goeeng anywhere. We're just staying 'ere on ze dance floor."

"I dunno, but I hope the song starts soon... I was having fun..." Tayl murmured, looking around curiously.

She did not have to wait long. A moment later, all the lights in the club dimmed. Then the children could hear a loud, repeating beat.

THUMP THUMP THUMP...

The lights began to pulse in time with the beat as the main tune began to fade in slowly. One by one, the kids started to dance. Kit, Fifi, Tayl, and Buster felt strangely compelled to join in. The pulsing lights made it hard to focus on anything, and their eyes roamed around aimlessly. The music pounded hard, the driving beat louder than any other part of the music. It seemed to resonate in their heads, their chests, and their loins.

They swayed and hopped, bobbing their heads. The nightclub had turned into a rave with the beat, and the children surrendered to the music. Unlike before, though, there was no thought, no awkwardness. Instead, pure instinct drove the four cubs to dance. The flashing lights blinded the kids, leaving them dazed and disoriented, but it somehow did not seem to matter.

THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!

The bass pounded, echoing in the children's ears. The heavy beat forced all thought out of their minds, leaving only instinct in its place. Their hips gyrated, their bodies moving without conscious thought. The music moved them now, resonating through their forms. Vibrations flowed through them with every beat, reverberating from their chests down to their loins.

Moaning softly, their voices barely audible under the music, the children felt themselves react to the sound. Kit shuddered as his massive sheath swelled, the head of his pink penis beginning to push free. Inch after inch of shaft soon followed, hanging down to his knees pendulously.

Beside him, Buster's eyes were glassy and empty as his gigantic testicles descended from their hiding place, coated in thick blue fur. The massive orbs jiggled with every sway of his hips, his penis slowly expanding with his pounding heartbeat.

Tayl's tiny hips thrust and bucked. Her long, ropelike tail swished back and forth rapidly as she mewled in pleasure. Her panties were drenched with her arousal, her dress tented from beneath. The kitten whimpered softly, the sound unheard under the techno.

Fifi's eyes were half-lidded, and one could have mistaken her expression for that of someone completely focusing on the music. However, there was a strange vacancy, a lack of emotion. Her hips gyrated, her body shifting and swaying to the tune. Her nipples clearly poked into her shirt, and a trickle of wetness ran down her inner thigh, matting down the fur.

The beat pounded louder in the children's ears. Without realizing it, they found themselves being ushered away from the dance floor, along with many of the other children. They went along unresisting, staring into space as hands gently pushed them towards the back of the club. Like Kit, Buster, Fifi, and Tayl, the other children had glassy stares and the obvious signs of arousal.

Passing through a purple curtain almost hidden in the back of the club, the four cubs found themselves in a back room. It was a fairly small room, decked out in plush purple and red furniture. A small circle was drawn in the middle of the floor, and in the center was a little drain. There were at least fifteen people inside. They were all adults, and they were all completely nude, a mixture of men and futanari.

If the kids had been capable of conscious thought, they might have been surprised to see their teacher there. Mickey's pants were off, exposing his long, thick black cock. The veiny length stood out from his hips; an intimidating, pulsing rod of steel-hard flesh. A sticky dribble of precum ran from the head, leaking down over his testicles. He was reclined on a plush violet couch, a smirk on his muzzle.

Other adults stood about the room, stroking their erections eagerly as they milled about. They cheered excitedly as the children entered the room, their slow, shuffling steps carrying them to the center. As the kids stood in the center, Mickey stood up, his long shaft pulsing as he walked over.

"So, kiddos, you wanted to come to Club B... So we did! But I betcha never really thought about what the 'B' really stood for..." Mickey purred to the kids. The four children stared back blankly, blinking dazedly as the music pumped in their ears.

"...Get undressed," Mickey commanded.

"...We will get undressed..." the four kids mumbled as they moved to obey. Kit slipped off his cap and sweater, putting it aside in a bin nearby. Buster likewise removed his gloves and red shirt, dropping them in the bin. The two boys returned to the center of the room, their erections preceeding them.

The girls took a little longer to strip out of their dresses, delicately folding them and putting them away. Tayl returned to the circle, her penis twitching as she scampered to catch up with Buster and Kit. Fifi took her time, her feet shuffling slowly as she sauntered back to the center.

"Kneel down," Mickey instructed. The four kids dropped to their knees as one, each staring blankly ahead. Mickey smiled and ruffled Buster's hair before turning to everyone in the room.

"Okay, folks! Ya know the rules! Nothing is allowed to cross the circle except your penis or testicles if ya have 'em," Mickey said with a grin, "If ya reach into the circle or set foot in there, ya hafta leave the room! Also, no penetration other than oral! You can rub up against 'em all you want, but ya can't go inside 'em!"

There were a few grumblings of dissent, disappointment, and annoyance, but no one openly objected to Mickey's statement.

"Hey, I don't make the rules, guys. They're right on the wall over there..." Mickey replied, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was a sign listing rules.

"Since I'm the one who supplied the children, it's my job to make sure you follow 'em," Mickey said, sternly, "Now. I'm the only one who can give the kiddos any commands. If I catch one o' you sayin' anything other than praise or moans to 'em, you'll have to leave the room."

Again, there were a few mumbles and complaints, but no one objected out loud. Mickey nodded in satisfaction and gripped his erection, stroking up and down the pulsing flesh. A dribble of precum leaked down over his hands, and he smeared it slowly, making the ebon spire glisten.

"Now, as for you, kiddos... Club B stands for 'Club Bukkake.' So that's what you're gonna do. You're gonna lick and stroke and tickle any cock that enters that circle on the ground. Every time one of us spurts, you'll feel really good. When all of us have spurted, then you'll orgasm too. Understand?" Mickey instructed the children.

"Yes..." Kit mumbled sleepily, staring blankly.

"Oui.." Fifi replied emotionlessly, her hand delved between her legs to cup her vulva.

"...Uh-huh..." Tayl agreed, her incredibly long tail curled in a loose spiral around her waist.

"Yeah..." Buster droned, his shaft twitching.

"Good. Then go at 'em guys!" Mickey announced.

With that announcement, the adults approached the circle. The children were overwhelmed as dozens of erections of various shapes, colors, and sizes were pressed in upon them. There was slight chaos as the four kids tried to figure out what to do, but soon instinct and the hypnotic command took over for them.

Fifi was the first to act, her blue eyes narrowing seductively. She chose a long, pink cock that had thrust against her chest, slowly beginning to stroke it with both hands. The owner moaned in pleasure as her delicate fingers caressed along the tip, stroking the foreskin up and down over the head. She smiled sleepily up at the adult, leaning forward to plant a lick across the glans. Her fingers slid up and down the shaft rapidly, smearing the dripping precum along the flesh. The owner of the shaft must have been worked up to begin with, because it only took a few moments before he gave a long, gutteral groan.

The purple-furred skunk yelped in surprise as the length convulsed in her grip and begun to sling thick spurts of white semen across her face and chest. She cooed in pleasure, rubbing his head against her chest, letting his spunk bubble out over her fur. Her hips twitched as a rush of pleasure rushed through her, her nectar dripping down her inner thighs. The male's shaft pulsed, pumping thick bursts of cum over her, much to her delight. As his climax waned, he stepped back and another person stepped forward, pressing his cock against Fifi's face.

Nearby, Buster's hands stroked a pair of pulsing members, each sporadically splashing his fur with syrupy bursts of pre. The rabbit twisted his head back and forth, sliding his tongue over each in turn. He nipped gently at the foreskin of one with a practiced motion, before turning to the other and slipping his tongue inside the hood to swirl around the glans. As he tended to one shaft with his tongue, he stroked and fondled the second gently, feeling it pulse.

He had the head of the one in his right hand in his mouth when it gave a jerk, and salty-sweet spunk flooded his muzzle. He gasped and gulped, trying to keep up with the flow, but most of it spilled down his chin onto her chest. The shaft pulled back from him, tugging free to begin splashing his face with thick ropes. The second penis began to spurt too; hot gooey ejaculations splattering across his blue fur. Buster yelped as he pulled back, stroking both shafts as they criss-crossed his fur with spunk.

Kit was only dealing with one penis at the moment, but he had his hands full, as its owner was a futa elephant who towered over him. She had to kneel down just so he could reach the gigantic length, and it was over three feet long. The bear had to wrap his arms around it to stroke it, gasping as his own penis rubbed against it with his movements. Some part of Kit that was still aware wondered if his classmate Shara would be this huge when she grew up. The immense gray cock was pulsing powerfully as Kit's tongue slid over the pointed trumpet. The vaguely equine-shaped shaft threatened to knock the boy over as his hands caressed the large ridge of the medial ring. It convulsed, pre flowing down in large rivers over him.

It didn't take long for the erection to turn even harder, angry veins bulging along the sides. Kit spluttered and gasped as an incredible blast of hot, gooey semen erupted from the flare, knocking him flat on his rump. He could do nothing but sit and moan as the mammoth shaft jerked up and down violently, pumping sticky gallons of semen over him, splattering every inch of his fur. The owner of the cock trumpeted her pleasure to the room, her hips thrusting powerfully back and forth with each minute-long ejaculation. Kit opened his mouth, trying to gulp down as much of the white goo as he could.

Poor Tayl was even worse off than Kit. She was dealing with not just one, but five people at the same time. As soon as the event had started, they had practically bowled everyone else over to get to her, pressing their erections against the tiny kitten from all angles. It had taken her a minute, but she soon found a way to handle them all. A penis in each hand; her tiny paws stroked their thick foreskins up and down. One slid between her legs; threatening to lift her clear off the ground from its sheer size and power as it ground against her damp muff and her own erection. Her muzzle was wrapped around the fourth; its thick girth making her stretch her jaw wide as her tongue swirled around it. Her long, ropelike tail was coiled around the last, the tasseled tip flicking and tickling the head of the penis as she constricted and squeezed the shaft.

The little five-year-old managed to bring off the cocks almost at the same time. Thick blasts of hot spunk fired into the air, draping wetly over her large ears. Tayl purred softly as she nursed on the one in her muzzle, gulping down the hot cream as fast as she could. She shuddered as the one between her thighs convulsed, splattering her muff with spunk, filling her tiny hole without penetration. She stroked fast and hard on the ones in her paws, giggling as they pressed in against her furry cheeks, semen bubbling out over her face. Her tail squeezed tightly around the one it held, and she savored the pulsing sensation as it drenched her tail-tip, painting the blue tassels white.

It was at this point that more sprays of semen erupted, splashing and drenching the four children. The ones who hadn't been directly involved with one of the children had stroked themselves to climax, moaning in delight as they fired off one by one. Aiming into the circle, their strands of cum flew high and fell fast, raining down upon the children, criss-crossing over their fur. The adults grunted and moaned, squeezing bursts of gel out of their lengths, grinning to one another as they shared their pleasure.

By the time the first wave of orgasms had finished, the second wave of adults had moved in to receive their pleasure. The children barely had time to catch their collective breath before they were assaulted by more erections pushing in at their faces, hands, and bodies. Kit yelped in surprise, but not displeasure as two cocks shoved into his muzzle. Tayl literally rode on top of a gigantic horse-phallus, the medial ring tickling her clitoris as she massaged the flare with her fingertips. Fifi's talented fingers fondled a pair of balls the size of ostrich eggs as her lips wrapped around the head of a different person's shaft. Buster hotdogged one length, squeezing it between his tight buttocks as it spilled precum onto his back, a second shaft buried deep in his throat as he moaned around it.

The first wave of adults slumped back in chairs, gulping water to rehydrate. They wiped themselves clean with purple towels embroidered with a big red "B." They stroked their softening flesh, panting as they worked to reverse it and harden once more.

Mickey walked around the circle, keeping an eye on everyone's behavior to make sure they did not break any of the rules. To his pleasure, the adults seemed to be doing their best to follow the rules, despite obvious temptations. The last time he had been here with a group of cubs, someone had plunged hilt deep inside one of the kids, and he'd been forced to kick the offender out. His thick, black shaft spilled a trail of pre on the ground, his own arousal raging. He ignored it for now, knowing he'd get his chance a little later.

The second wave of adults climaxed soon after. Moans filled the room as hot ropes of semen splashed across the kids from all directions, catching them across faces, chests, cocks, clefts, rumps. The children cried out as a thick glaze of spunk began to build up on their fur, dripping off of them. A puddle grew on the floor around them, inches deep. The kids gasped and tried to keep up with the sprays. They stroked, squeezed, licked, and moaned in delight.

When one cock pulled away, another replaced it. Time seemed to stretch and distort, and the minutes blurred away. The children lost track of how many orgasms they had caused... They even lost track of how many waves they had dealt with.

But soon, the number of shafts still in play began to decrease one by one. The adults pulled away, slumping weakly over the plush purple furniture in the room, nursing their softening erections. They sighed and chattered with each other, utterly spent.

The last one was Mr. Mickey, who stood before the four children, stroking his erection up and down with both hands, grunting. He had indulged a couple of times between his rounds of the room to make sure the rules were being followed. Now that he was the last, he was determined to make the most of it.

Buster, Fifi, Tayl, and Kit knelt before him, eyes blank and vacant, mouths wide open with tongues stuck out. They panted and shuddered, their bodies straining with raw, throbbing arousal. They needed to climax so badly, but Mickey's hypnotic command kept them from going over the edge. Kit's large shaft pulsed, precum spilling down his flesh like a faucet opened to full. Buster's gigantic balls jiggled and churned, swollen enough to spread his legs apart with pent-up seed. Tayl's little member bobbed and twitched as the little kitten pressed her thighs together with a rather loud squish. Fifi had abandoned all pretense and was masturbating feverishly, rubbing the mixture of dozens of people's cum over her vulva.

Mickey felt his heavy, black-furred testicles draw up tight to his swollen shaft. With a burst of pleasure, Mickey arched his back and cried out. His fifteen inches of flesh convulsed, pumping blasts of semen out into the air. Compared to how dark his ebon flesh was, his cum was startlingly white as it erupted powerfully over the kids. He aimed at Fifi first, stroking his hood up and down to milk himself. The skunkette stared blankly as he coated her tongue in his salty-sweet goo. Kit's mouth was filled a moment later, and he gulped it down obediently, shivering in pleasure. Buster likewise took his mouthful of cum without hesitation, moaning as the tangy fluid spilled down his chin. Mickey missed Tayl's mouth mostly, not entirely by accident, splashing her white fur and hair. The little kitten's hair was plastered flat with gel, hanging limp and loose down in her face, and Mickey added to the mess, taking great pleasure in draping his spunk off her little black nose.

Having pleased all of the adults, the children suddenly felt something in their minds release. Tayl was first to give a yowl of delight as she arched her back and cried, her own semen erupting from her penis. The fluid shimmered in the neon lights as if it were filled with glitter. The little kitten thrust her hips forward, her hands limp at her sides as she cried out over and over. Her inner walls convulsed, nectar pouring down her inner thighs.

Fifi's fingers rubbed agitatedly at her clitoris, her hips pumping lewdly. She finally thrust forward one last time, her body trembling as pleasure erupted through her. Her orgasm was strong as her striped, fluffy tail thrashed up and down. Her inner walls clamped down on her index finger tightly, her nectar spilling down her purple-furred thighs.

Kit gave a sound somewhere between a roar and a moan as he thrust his massive cock forward. It bobbed up and down several times as a mixture of a dozen different people's semen dripped from every inch of his flesh. Then, with a powerful convulsion, a powerful rope of hot, gooey bear-cum erupted from his head. It splashed wetly across Mickey's shins, painting his black fur a milky shade of grey.

Buster cried out as his gigantic balls drew tight against his cock. His body fell out of his control and he slumped flat onto his back, his penis sticking straight up in the air. The fat girth pulsed and throbbed as an incredible blast of semen fired up, striking the ceiling. The ejaculation went on and on, almost a quart of thick fluid splashing across Buster's face and chest. There was a pause for a moment, and then the next ejaculation began, and it was clearly even larger.

The adults chattered, catcalled, and laughed as the kids basked in their own well-earned orgasm. Mickey sighed, his tail flicking slowly as he slumped back onto a couch, still stroking his shaft. His last gushes of semen spilled down over the back of his hand. The mouse smiled and licked his hand clean, watching the cubs writhe and tremble in ecstasy.

As the last thick gushes of cum splashed the ground and the cubs slumped over to gasp for breath, Mickey stood up and walked over to them.

"Listen closely, children... This is very important..."

*****

THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!

The bass pounded in the kids' ears as the song came to an end. Kit, Tayl, Buster, and Fifi blinked and looked around in confusion. Something was strange. Weren't they doing something... else... just a moment ago?

"Annnnd sorry, kids! But it's now 10 PM! The Club is now adults only! But be sure to come back next time, and we'll treat you to more phat beats!" the DJ called out.

"Awww!!! But... I barely got started!!!" Buster complained, crossing his arms over his red shirt.

"...But wasn't it just... like 8:00?" Kit asked, looking over at the nearest clock.

"You know what zey say, Keet. Time flees when you are 'aving ze fun!" Fifi giggled, wrapping her arms around Kit's neck, hopping up and down playfully as she rubbed her body against him.

"I think you mean 'Time flies,' Fifi..." Buster corrected, "And yeah, we just musta lost track of time while we were shakin' our groove thang!"

"C'mon, kiddos. I'll take you to get some ice cream, but then we gotta get back to the dormitories," Mickey said, patting Buster and Kit on the back as he ushered them off the dance floor, his yellow shoes squeaking loudly.

"Awww.... and YAYY!!!" Tayl giggled, hopping up and down at the thought of the sweet treat, "...But for some reason I remember having a lotta cream... URP." The little kitten gave a tiny belch, blushing, "...'Scusies..."

For some reason, this comment made Mickey's face turn red, but the mouse smiled and ushered the children out... handing the DJ a rather healthy tip on the way out with a playful wink. He would make sure he and the kids returned to the Club real soon...

To Be Continued!