Donald Duck Plucked and Stuffed: A Hotbuns Story

On Thanksgiving morning, squabbling, quaking screaming exploded from Donald and Daisy's rented cabin in the forest. The logs bounced and shook before - with a resounding "POW!"- Donald was kicked through the front Door. Stars rose up from his fat hiney, a red, web-footed footprint right in the middle. He skidded on his butt down the driveway, his face squinched up in a grimace, high pitched noises like rubber against asphalt rose from his butt.

Coming to a painful stop, he slowly stood up bowlegged and looked at his swollen, pulsing red ass.

"waughhh..." He whimpered.

Daisy appeared in the doorway to the cabin, dressed in an apron, and absolutely fuming.

"And don't you come back without a turkey, Donald Duck!" She called out to him. "You had all month to get one! You have no one to blame but yourself!"

She slammed the door shut.

Skulking into the forest, Donald muttered quacking curses under his breath. He rubbed his sore ass gingerly, each hand reaching back to rub one giant cheek.

From the second floor of the cabin, Huey, Dewey, and Louie one by one poked their heads up and looked out the window at their retreating uncle. Louie raised their camcorder. Evil grins spread across the faces of the three boys. If their uncle was going turkey hunting, he was absolutely going to get into trouble, and they were going to capture every humiliating second of it...

***

Donald trudged through the snow on snowshoes, large blunderbuss in hand, dressed up like a cartoon pilgrim. One eye wide open and the other squinted down the sights, he looked at every bush and tree with incredible suspicion and anger.

"Here turkey turkey turkey...." he whispered.

A bush rustled to his left, Donald jumped, fired, and the gunstock smacked him in the beak.

WHAMMM!

Donald was knocked backward, tumbling on the ground, snow splashing up around and over him.

Slowly, he crawled up from the snow. A little pyramid of snow rested on his head like a conical dunce hat.

Suddenly, Donald heard a warbling and a flapping of wings. Shaking the snow from himself, Donald held a hand to his ear with a big grin on his face.

Gobbling turkey noises echoed clearly through the forest.

Beaming, Donald took off across the snow, his stubby legs moving like propellors. He rushed toward the noise, blunderbuss in hand, and hopped over a felled tree.

As soon as he hit the ground on the other side, though, a snare tightened around Donald's ankle and he was sent soaring up into the trees. The blunderbuss fell into the snow out of his grasp.

"HEY! What the big idea!?" A dangling upside-down Donald shouted, swinging his fists and in turn making his body spin and whirl and bounce in the rope trap.

Two sets of footfalls crunched through the snow toward Donald, and his face turned from anger to fear as he saw who they belonged to. His hands stopped swinging around so his chattering teeth could bite at his nonexistent fingernails.

"Well, well, well, Clarice. Look what we caught. I thought we were going to have turkey for Thanksgiving, but duck will do..."

***

"I can't believe we lost him." Dewey muttered.

"We'll find him. Uncle Donald's gotta be around here somewhere," Louie said.

The two brothers crept through the brushes, trying to find their uncle, but also not wanting to alert him to their presence.

"Look guys!" Huey called from just up ahead. "We're on the right trail!"

The two brothers ran forward to join Huey, who was pointing down Donald's manic tracks decorating the snow.

All three brothers turned to each other and held fingers up to their beaks.

"SShhhhhh," they said, before creeping forward.

The three walked stealthily across the snow in single file, each brother following inches behind the other. Huey, in the lead, suddenly stopped, and the three of them formed a three-duckling pileup in the snow.

"Whatcha stopping for?!"

Huey, knees shaking against each other in absolute panic, pointed to the ground where Donald's snowy footprints suddenly disappeared and a two pairs of new footprints appeared. Footprints that looked like cat paws, but much, much larger.

***

"YOW!"

POINK

"YOW!"

Donald, face down ass up on a table, yelped with pain as feather after feather was slowly removed from his behind by a giant puma. Donald's hands were tied, and his clothes were gone. The lioness, nearly three times Donald's size, leaned against the table. Her giant fuzzy boobs pressed and flowed against its surface. She brushed some dust off it. Every surface of the old, abandoned cabin was completely covered with dust and cobwebs. She sighed and tugged another feather out of Donald's rump.

POINK

"YEEOOWW!"

The puma rolled her eyes. "Laverne! Have you found it yet? This is going to take foreverrrrrr!"

In another room, the sounds of frantic rummaging and clattering carried over.

"NOT YET!"

The puma with Donald sighed and rested her head on the table, inches from his ass. She reached out and tugged at the feathery round surface with her palm. A shiver ran through Donald's body, and he swallowed. The puma gripped at Donald's ass, yanking, and tugging at the squishy feathers, trying to pull out fistfuls rather than one at a time, but slowly she stopped and rested her hand on Donald's ass.

She purred.

"Wooww! It's so soft!"

She reached out with both hands and began to grip and massage and knead Donalds buttcheeks, purring the whole time.

Donald's face grew redder and redder. He coughed awkwardly, and a gasp of steam escaped from his blushing duckbill.

Then, the puma's claws came out of her fingertips, and they dug into Donald's butt, ten very sharp pinching points all across the surface.

"EEEEeEEEEEeeeeE!" Donald yelped through gritted teeth.

The puma pulled her claws away. She smiled sheepishly, but a little mischievously. "Oops! It's just a reflex!"

Donald quaked curses under his breath, and his furrowed angry eyes darted around the room.

Outside, the three nephews watched and recorded through a window with big grins on their faces. Uncle Donald didn't seem to be in too much trouble, at least for now.

"CLARICE! I've found the box!" The second puma, Laverne, ran into the room holding a large box filled with extension cords, radios, and random wires. She was less busty than the other puma, and her eyes were decorated with black wingtip makeup eyeliner.

Clarice picked up Donald and hugged him, smothering and burying his face between her boobs.

"Aww do we have to eat him? He's so soft and cute!"

"y-yyeahh.. thoft and cute!" Donald's muffled, but very happy voice, rose up from the enormous pair of mountain lion tits.

Laverne looked at her friend hugging the duck, and her eyes drifted down to Donald's giant, round butt. She drooled and reached out, grabbing Donald by the stub of his tail, yanking him out of Clarice's cleavage, and slamming him stomach first on the table.

"OUUUFFF!" Donald grunted.

Ignoring him, she searched through the box for a half second, before pulling out an electric razor. She turned it on the razor and the little buzzsaw-like blades churned and grinded and sparked.

Donald looked at the razor, swallowing hard, and then he looked at the doorway across the small cabin.

With a sudden poof, Donald rushed toward the door on his short legs like a three-foot freight train.

"GET HIM!" Laverne shouted.

Clarice and Laverne tackled Donald, all three wrestling and tugging on the ground. With manic energy, the scrambling, quacking Donald was yanked and smothered and tugged through the wrestling smoke cloud generated by the three of them. Wielding the electric razor with pointed accuracy and a vicious grin, Laverne jabbed the razor right into Donald's rear.

"EEEYOWWW!" Donald grabbed his butt and was rocketed out of the cloud. He landed belly first on the hardwood floor, still gripping his smarting rump, but before he could react, the shadow of a puma stood over him. Clarice stood over Donald, and he watched with awe and horror as her wide, furry ass and thighs descended on him, slamming into his face and pinning him to the floor. Donald's lower half stuck out between Clarice's long legs, but the rest of his body was smothered under naked puma ass.

Donald's lower half squirmed and kicked and wriggled with frantic energy.

“Stahp! That’s ticklish!” Clarice giggled, adjusting her seat on the squirming duck rubbing itself against her naked ass, thighs, and pussy, desperate to escape.

Laverne knelt down and reached out with her free hand; she grabbed Donald's leg, stretching his body up, the big white feathery butt in her face.

With merciless and careless movements of the electric razor, she jabbed and poked and shaved and stripped poor Donald's behind of its feathers, which flew up like fluff into the air.

Donald's muffled yelps and yowls of pain echoed out from under Clarice's ass, and she adjusted her position on the squashed duck with a shift of her hips and a playful smirk.

Laverne kept shaving until she dropped Donald bright pink, featherless rump onto the ground. Clarice stood up and a blushing Donald gasped for air, freed, finally from her butt. It was only a second of respite, however, as Laverne grabbed at Donald's leg again and pulled him towards her, the hungry electric razor chewing away at the remaining feathers on the top half of his body.

"WWAAUGGGHHH!" Donald quacked, fluffy feathers flying across the cabin.

***

THUMP

A bright pink Donald was dropped on the table again. His exposed buttchecks stuck up in the air and the little nub of his tail pointed toward the ceiling.

Donald ground his teeth in anger, watching the pumas as they rushed around with kitchen with gleeful excitement. A big bowel of bread crumb stuffing and then a bowel of turkey glaze were dropped on the table in front of Donald, followed by containers with salt, pepper, and other seasonings.

Shaking her hips back and forth and humming a tune, Clarice sprinkled salt over Donald's form. Laverne, meanwhile, began mixing the stuffing, adding bright, violent red powder into the mix. Clarice then picked up the pepper and ground it all over Donald, perhaps too much, depositing the dark dust over his beak and head.

"AAACHHOO!" Donald sneezed.

"Gesundheit!" Clarice said cheerfully.

"Thank you..." Donald sniffled.

Clarice picked up the bowel of glaze and the brush and smeared the globby substance over Donald's body, starting with the head. Donald shuddered and winced under the ticklish touch of the brush. Clarice moved downward with decisive elegant strokes, painting Donald, spending extra time on his giant ass. Donald swallowed and began to sweat, his face turning tomato red.

From the window, the three nephews watched as Clarice lifted Donald's lower half up by grabbing his stubby tail in her hand, intending to glaze Donald's front by lifting him upside down. Instead, her eyes grew wide, and a big grin spread over her face.

"Ohmy GOD, Laverne! Look at this!"

Laverne leaned over and covered her snickering face. Clarice giggled while they both stared at dangling parts of Donald's body typically hidden by feathers and usually not so pronounced.

"Someone's enjoying becoming dinner!" Laverne quipped.

Clarice stared down in fascination. "It’s such an interesting shape!"

The nephews snickered and zoomed the camcorder in on Donald's bright red and grimacing face as he tried to cover his eyes with his hands in absolute humiliation.

With a wicked grin, Clarice lathered the newly exposed parts of Donald's body with glaze while poor Donald twitched and spasmed, completely bug-eyed and shocked.

Clarice set Donald back down on the table. Laverne finished stirring the bowl and set it next to Donald. The looked down at the bowl and Donald with their hands on their hips.

"So... how are we going to fill him...?" Laverne said eventually.

Still trying to process the glaze covering his body, Donald looked up at the two mountain lions and then the bowl of stuffing, nearly a gallon's worth. Donald craned his neck and looked over his shoulder at his naked butt. The very, very slow gears turned in Donald's head.

"OHNOYOU DON'T!" Donald quacked in terror, bolting again for the door.

But the two pumas were ready this time and grabbed him before he left the table. Laverne held the squawking, struggling duck against the table while Clarice began to nonchalantly look through cupboards.

"How about this?" she offered, holding up a very large metal spoon.

Donald, folded and pinned under the burly arms of the puma, shook his head while sweating bullets.

Laverne frowned, "Spoon by spoon? That'll take too long."

"I guess you're right."

Clarice bent down and opened a lower cabinet.

"Ooo! This will work!"

She stood up holding a yellow funnel, the tube of which was two inches wide and very long.

Donald turned pale and his buttcheeks clenched up.

Holding the broad funnel in both hands over her head, Clarice tried to shove it in, but with each movement, Donald's butt moved like rubber, desperately stretching and bending out of the way.

Laverne sighed. She released Donald for a split second, only to shift her hands to his round butt and hold it still in her steely grip. With her pointed, clawed fingers, she pried apart his jiggling buttcheeks, exposing his puckered anus to the pumas.

Donald trembled with terror, looking straight forward, not daring to look at his soon to be violated behind.

Laverne adjusted her grip, digging her fingers deeper into the curved surfaces of Donald's cheeks, spreading open the taut circle of his butthole in the process.

Donald squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the pain.

He held his breath.

And held his breath.

Donald opened one eye, confused but tentatively relieved. The one eye turned, looking behind him, and at that very moment Clarice shoved the entire length of the funnel up his dry asshole with a mighty-

SSHHHHUUUNKK

"QWWAAAAIIIEEE!"

Donald screamed. Outside, the nephews winced, but they kept filming, of course, and the winces of pain turned to sadistic snickers

Laverne held Donald's ass steady; the cheeks were warped around the funnel because of how deep it was. Donald whimpered, watching with wide eyes as Clarice lifted the bowel of stuffing over the funnel and began to slowly empty the contents into his unfortunate rectum.

"waaauugghhh...." Donald sobbed. The brutal waterfall of stuffing fell into him. Its awkward weight and crumbly texture hit the walls of the inside of his ass and slopped against it, and as more stuffing was poured in, Donald felt himself become stretched and full, the stuffing pushing deeper and deeper, filling uncharted and unexplored areas of his ass.

And then Donald felt something else… a burning...?

Sweating, Donald looked at his featherless butt. It was slowly glowing a bright orange-red. Donald hissed in pain through gritted teeth. Bright, burning pain spread across his body from the inside out. The walls of his ass felt like they were on fire, and the fire was spreading, forced up into his guts as he was filled with more and more stuffing in a seemingly never-ending pour.

Clarice noticed the squirming, sweating, whimpering, and glowing duck under them.

"Oh, did you make your special chili powder stuffing?"

Laverne smiled, embarrassed. "Yeah…"

"Oh baby, you know that's my favorite!"

Laverne blushed. "Well, that's why I made it."

"You're too good to me!" Clarice said, finally emptying the whole gallon of stuffing inside Donald's now stretched and burning ass. She tapped the bowl against the edge of the funnel, trying to get the last crumbs in. The funnel shuddered and shook and yanked at Donald's ass with the vibrations.

"YOW!" Donald yelped.

Clarice rolled her eyes and yanked the funnel out of his ass with a sudden, brutal, scraping tug.

"EEEEEIIOOOWWW!" Donald howled.

As the funnel exited his ass, a pathetic spurt of stuffing fell out of his slowly contracting asshole in an arc and splashed against the table. A soft dribble of stuffing slowly escaped from his cheeks.

"That might be a problem," Laverne commented.

"I know just the trick!" Clarice said.

She ran over to the fridge and returned with a gigantic carrot. Seven inches long, three inches wide, it looked like a small baseball bat in her hand.

Renewed energy filling his heart like the burning stuffing in his ass, Donald bounced and quacked and screamed and cursed in rage and indignation.

Holding him down with one hand, Laverne picked up a large apple.

"I've had just about enough out of you!"

She shoved the apple into Donald's mouth, gagging him.

Donald looked down his beak at the apple inside it, and while he was preoccupied, Clarice shoved the first half of the carrot right up Donald’s already full butt.

"MMWWWWKK!" Donald screamed. His eyes crossed, and his butt clenched up to defend itself.

Clarice pressed down on the carrot with her palms, pushing her whole weight into it.

Sweating bullets, Donalds eyeballs bounced around like pingpong balls, changing direction with each new inch of carrot entering him, plugging him up, stretching him wide, sending lancing stabbing pain across his asshole and into his stomach, and bulldozing the burning, blazing stuffing deeper and deeper, internally spreading his poor rectum to its limits.

Clarice stood up.

"There! All plugged up!"

The end of the carrot was sticking out of Donald's anus like a second tail. Donald, eyes crossed, was too mind broken by butt pain to move or react as the two pumas pick him up, dropped him on a large plate, and walked him to the oven.

The nephews watched through the window, still recording, of course, but now deciding that Donald's situation had become serious enough to start their rescue. Huey watched as Clarice carried Donald into the oven. She bent over and closed the door. As soon as she was bent over, her fuzzy ass crack filling the camera screen, Huey gave the signal.

Some distance away, Luey and Dewey had jerry-rigged an enormous slingshot by tying their winter scarves between two trees. In the center of the scarves was a beehive. The bees inside were sleeping, hibernating for the winter, at least for now.

As soon as they saw the signal, the two ducklings released the slingshot.

"BOMBS AWAY!" they shouted.

The beehive traveled through the air like a missile, crashing through the window and slamming into Clarice's bent over butt.

SPLATTT!

Clarice stood up, knees knocked together, teeth grit in shock at the honeycomb substance stuck into and invading her cheeks. There was a split second of confusion: Clarice dumbfounded, Laverne still processing, and the bees inside the hive dressed in little sleeping caps waking up to find their home invaded by a giant puma butt. The bees stared at the buttcheeks with growing rage.

Then, they all charged the cheeks in unison.

POINK POINK POINK POINK POINK

"AAAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Clarice leapt into the air, a hundred bee stingers stabbing at every surface of her ass.

Laverne was so surprised that she jumped back, sitting on the burning stove. There was a hiss and Laverne also leapt up, the burning countertop leaving bull's eye-like rings on her jiggling bottom.

YOWWOOOOOO!!!!!" She screamed. Clarice danced around, frantically shaking her butt to try and get the beehive off it, while Laverne hunched over, trying not to touch her scorched, burning rear. Her eyes watered, her lower lip whimpered, and she didn't notice the three ducks through the window behind her loading up an enormous, five inch wide, angry looking pine cone into the slingshot.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" the boys shouted, releasing the slingshot.

The pinecone flew through the air, right towards the bull's eye, and rammed itself deep, deep into its target with a meaty sound.

Laverne's face spasmed and her eye twitched. She turned and looked at the pinecone half up her ass, stretching it wide, wide open, it's pointy surface stabbing into her roasted rump. She grabbed at her buttcheeks howled:
 "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"

Donald heard the screams inside the oven and came to his senses. Sniffing, he smelled a delicious taste like honey glazed turkey, before the realization struck him. Trying to stand up in the oven, he bonked his head on the oven ceiling, and instead fell onto the burning surface of the plate ass-first.

"MMMMPHHH!!!" he screamed.

The oven violently shook at the bouncing burning duck inside tried to break free.

Outside, Clarice slammed her butt down in a chair, crushing the beehive under her. She smiled smugly, but only for a moment because the harsh buzzing of a thousand bees escaping the crushed hive and into the room, soon filling the entire cabin.

"EEEEEE!" Clarice yelped, futilely swinging at the bees with her paws while they swarmed around her, thick clouds of angry insects jabbing and poking at every surface of her body, but focusing on her boobs and butt, which attracted the insects by jiggling wildly from her panic.

Not content with one target, the bees swarmed Laverne, who was doubled over, gingerly trying to pull the pinecone out of her ass. Her ass occupied, the bees aimed lower, focusing on two bent over lips, a furry, sensitive mound between her legs.

"AAIIEEEEE!" she screamed.

Unable to fight back as the bees assaulted them from all sides in a constant barrage of stinging butt and boob and pussy pain, the two pumas ran out of the cabin into the woods, yelping and howling and occasionally jumping into the air as a bee found a particularly sensitive spot to stab with its stinger.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie ran into the cabin and opened the oven door.

Squirming on the plate and cursing violently, Donald had a tan across his featherless body. The three boys looked down at their uncle on the plate and smiled.

***

"Mmmmffnnn mpphhss..." Donald begged.

The three ducklings carried Donald over their heads on the plate like a trophy. His arms and legs were tied up with the nephew’s scarfs, and he was still gagged, still partially roasted, and still sodomized by the carrot. Donald looked down at his nephews with pleading eyes.

"Look Auntie Daisy! Look what we found!"

Donald swallowed. The boys ran up to the cabin. Daisy was on the porch, holding a rolling pin in her hand, tapping her foot, which is where she had been standing for the last half hour, awaiting Donald's return, not patiently, but storing her anger like nuclear energy.

"Well, if it isn't Donald Duck! I see you got wrapped up in some adventure instead of finding a turkey, didn't you?!"

"MMmmPPHhh MMPPHHSSzz..." Donald mumbled.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"

The nephews set Donald on a porch table and sat in the chairs nearby, watching with sadistic smiles.

Daisy smacked the rolling pin into her palm and paced around the trembling, prostrate, featherless Donald. She raised the rolling pin over her head, and it descended against Donald's buttcheeks with a giant SPANK.

"MMPPHH!!" Donald screamed, but Daisy was possessed with rage, swung again and again against Donald's pink, roasted, stuffed buttcheeks. With each brutal smack, his asscheeks jiggled and shook and clapped against each other.

The tremendous spanking force was so strong, that the carrot in his asshole began to slip out. Daisy noticed this, and with two fingers, pushed the carrot back in, but even deeper than before, the entire length of the carrot completely disappearing into Donald's tortured rump

"MMMMMNNNGGGNNN!" Donald's eyes bugged out and his entire body shuddered as his poor butt was violated even deeper than before.

The nephews snickered.

“Good luck getting that out!” Huey quipped.

Daisy continued wailing, and Donald’s alternating smacks and yelps echoed across the porch. The nephews recorded every jiggling impact in high definition.

When she was exhausted, Daisy wiped the sweat from her forehead. She leaned against Donald’s swollen, red, and spank mark covered ass in exhaustion. The nephews stood up and headed back inside the cabin, excited to edit and upload their new footage of their unfortunate uncle getting his butt tortured.

When they were gone, Daisy stood at the table, watching Donald's silly whimpering featherless body. A sly smirk crept across her face.

Leaning forward, she shoved her arm under Donald's butt, between his cheeks and the table, and reached upward, her arm searching for something.

Donald’s eyes bugged out in primal fear. Behind him, Daisy smiled as she found what she was looking for; crunching walnut-like sounds filled the air as Daisy brutally and sadistically squeezed Donald's chestnuts in her hand.

"MM-NNNTTSSSS!" Donald wailed. His face spasmed. His eyes bounced around, all while the crunching walnut sounds became louder and his body shook with paralyzing, sharp, horrific pain. His face turned green, then blue, then red, then purple, then polka dot, then plaid, before Daisy suddenly released her grip.

Donald panted, huffing, and puffing in aching pain, but Daisy's hand was still under him, rooting around. Daisy leaned forward, her head almost touching Donald's ass, and she coiled her fingers around Donald's second carrot.

Donald looked back at her grinning face and then looked forward. He swallowed hard, very hard.

Daisy's arm moved with rhythmic back and forth motions under Donald's flabby round butt. Donald winced and squinted and sweat, before, after a few moments, maybe too few, his face grew slack with a stupid grin.

Daisy patted Donald's ass with her free hand.

"Happy Thanksgiving Donald," she told her stupid, featherless, half-roasted, butt tortured, but now blissful boyfriend.