FoxFire Studios Presents: A Firestorm FanFict Mouse Worx Installment # 4 Story by David Gonterman Firestorm based on Characters and Movies by The Walt Disney Company. Jonathan Brisby by David Gonterman CAUTION: The next installment contains an adult theme. I made every attempt to keep it from going over to the dreaded Hentai rating, as usual, but some may not like the fact that Gadget's coming on to Jonathan despite herself. Consider the anal-retentive wussies warned and the Blue Ribbon pushing perverts disappointed. heh, heh, heh... Jonathan Brisby: But hey, almost *all* of your Fanficts contain *some* sex and violence in them. Mickey Mouse: Yeah, heh-heh, but I'd rather have *him* running Miramax than Jeffrey. Gosh, what a pervert. Good thing I kicked him outta Disney when I did. That's enough guys. |:-| Mickey Mouse: Hahahahahahaha!! Haven't you guessed by now, Mr. Gonterman: *This* is Disney's backlash for 'Haunted Fantasies.' Yeah, having me crash almost every other FanFict. Jonathan Brisby: Yeah. Disney's been neglecting him. Donald's on his second Disney Afternoon show, while Mickey only got a cameo in Pluto's travel kennel. Mickey's too genteel to flick off his own company, so he went freelance and hook up with Internet Davey here. Mickey Mouse: Rodents of the world--Unite!! You have nothing to lose except your lack of exposure-- Heyheyhey, at least let me *type* the stories, okay? It's *my* legal tail I'm sticking out here. ============================================================== "It appears that spelling checkers from Dan Quale are the rule here!" Jonathan Brisby has quickly becoming in Mickey Mouse's eyes likea Generation X version of himself in the past month. Such a character in Disney's Living Legend's mind needs to be cultivated, for Jonathan's own sake rather than any interest Disney may have with him. With this in mind, he took JB to a place where he can go about freely and work on the finesse tips that Mickey taught him over the nights. Thank goodness for Virtua Chat, a special Internet Relay Chat where the chatters are surrounded in a three-dimensional fully interactive environment. David Gonterman announced this opening in his cameo on the Mickey Mouse Club which is part of Disney.com's Firestorm site on the Internet, which will be, as David calls it, "A new land on Disney's Magic Kingdom, run by the tourists. Not only will Disney fans have a place of their own or gather and talk about Disney stuff, JD [as in JD Roth, his interviewer and, as Mickey hinted, a possible tag-team partner; they got to know each other for an hour over Quake] but people who want to do their own Disney stories and characters will have a safe harbor here. And maybe, just maybe, if the stars are in the right positions and you're good. You just might have a deal with The Walt Disney Company to have your stuff in their features, just like what happened to me." JB logged on as himself, not on a computer, but by walking into a holodeck that superimposes himself into the Virtua Chat Room, and vice-versa for the Chatters. So did Gadget, who didn't do much except sit shyly by with her Pensoil-flavored tea ("No Synthetics, Thank you. Yuck!!"), act with her usual she'll-never-get-it obliviousness toward any allusions that she and JB are going further than she ever did with Chip or Dale ("What am I thinking? I know you never done it--I've seen your interview with Sally. The closest you'll ever get to immorally is kissing Kevin Costner's nose." "Nnnnnooooooo. It's John De Lancie, but you're close." "The Q?! Come on!!" This is followed by a ten minute discussion on why Star Trek: Voyager is Gadget's favorite show.), and giggle at JB's magic tricks and pranks that he spontaneously throws about, especially when he's not in the conversation and he's off on the side listening in. One noted example is Jonathan checking Gadget's oil by sticking a dipstick down her back while she didn't know; a crack on her choice of flavored tea. To everyone's surprise, she played along. "I'll let you know, JB, that I keep a real good service record. I have a full oil and lube job every three months, I tune myself up every year, and I don't go three years without changing my belts and hoses, and why are people staring at me like I just said some sexual innuendo? This is a Disney chat room. If you want stuff like that, you need to go to the Playboy Channel." Shortly after that, one of the Chatter Characters, a Chatter that poses as a toon/furry-type character of his own making, starts bouncing around like Tigger. Several people try to get him to stop, but it is apparent that this character's got ADD. "I . . . . . can't . . . . . . stop . . . . . . bouncing . . ." JB whips out his collapsible box and unfolds it to that character's height. He stuffs him in that box and gets bumped on top like a bronco as the box starts bouncing around with the furry inside. "Is . . . this . . . how . . . David . . . Copperfield . . . got . . . started?" When the character finally stopped bouncing and complained about the darkness, JB opened the door to let him out, only to hear everyone burst out laughing, as the character walked out in a Sailor Scout costume. He didn't notice until he saw himself in the mirror--" I'm afraid . . . pink is not my color"--and faints on the spot. Someone else grabbed the box and with a "Brisby, either that box has a SICK sense of humor, or you do. Let's find out which!" stuffs JB in his own box and shakes it like a dice cup. JB gets thrown out dressed as Tuxedo Mask. "Well," the first character turned Sailor Scout said to him after he finds a restroom to get back in his clothes, "do you feel as embarrassed as I look?" JB only flashed him the coy smile he got from Mickey. The grin that says, 'If you're trying to embarrass me, you're not doing a good job, but I'm having too much fun in here.' The character rolls his eyes. "No accounting for taste in this channel. Tuxedo Mouse, perhaps?" He kept at it for another ninety minutes, which included a flirting snow white bengal tigress who made it her live to curl up to the magical mouse every time she logs on and finds him, before retiring for the night. ________________________________________________________________________ It was some time after they had their fun in Virtua Chat. They're back home in the oak. Gadget peels away her jumpsuit in the balmy hot weather around the park--revealing the fact that Gadget's favorite underwear comes from Hanes For Men--contemplating the advanced high-tech toys that were used in the whole experience she had. The holodeck alone kept her head buzzing with how The Walt Disney Company made real what Star Trek showed as an act. But then again, she mused, *they* always have the nack for being several decades ahead of the norm in this field. It was too hot for her to do anything this late afternoon, and one of them summer storms will be coming in an hour. It's best to curl up with one of her favorite tech mags in a cool place. Too bad she picked the one with a centerfold of a Pentinum 200 MHZ chip with the cover off, showing the integrated circuit for all to see. "Golly, it looks like it's *naked* or something. Humph, sex sells." And then her eyes dared to pry off the nude chip to see who was posing above with his thighs between the computer component. Apparently Jonathan had scanned a picture of himself in a speedo swimsuit and superimposed it on a zerox copy of that centerfold. "JONATHAN!!!" She went to the main room and threw the mag at the snickering mouse. Gadget was more tickled pink than offended at seeing JB in an near-nude spread. With that developed build he has, an after-affect of the NIMH experiments on his great-grandfather, it's easy for him to act like a sex symbol on occasions. He's even posed for some romantic story covers in place of Fabio. She should know; she got every one, in spite to herself. She wasn't even interested in guys even when she's been living with three eligible men--two chipmunks and a mouse--but when JB stepped out of the moonlit mist and into her life, he awakened something in her she didn't realize she had. She never could act normally like a woman except in either play of influence of some suggestive agent, until now. Chip, Dale, or Monterey never could make her feel that warm glow like Jonathan did. 'Why do you always do this to me, my Dreamweaver?' she'd ask this green-eyed long-hair enigmatic mouse with an amulet in her dreams. 'Are you using your powers to take me into your arms, or am I really falling in love with you on my own?' She didn't have a way to translate this question in real life. At least not yet today. It's just not her nature to take her kindred spirit and heart-friend into her room and copulate for weeks; in fact that's the last thing on her mind, as usual. Besides, she tends walk about in that unexplicit t-shirt and briefs on hot days, regardless of the gawking guys, which she hadn't noticed. Until now. Gadget: "You think I'm giving away any innuendos wearing only Hanes For Men? People always wonder about my relationship with the guys even though they know I'm not that kind of girl." Jonathan: "Oh, no, Gadget Love, you're the definition of mouse morality. Somehow, I don't think that a white t-shirt and a pair of underwear is meant to be seductive." Gadget: "Yeah, I guess. I've been wearing stuff like this when Chip and Dale were here. Even when those two were jumping all over each other to catch my eye, I was too busy on my toys. But when I'm . . . just with you . . . I was wondering . . ." At that Jonathan hands her a giftwrapped box: "If you wanted to, you might need this." At first Gadget didn't know what to expect. She wondered what was in that box as she opened it. She paused a bit to look at JB, who was a little blushed in the cheeks. Gadget: "Oh, it's one of those silk teddys from your romance novel covers. It's cute. I never had one of these before. I don't know how I look in one." Jonathan: "Why don't you find out?" She ducked into a bathroom to change into it. It wears like a swimsuit, but it was so light and thin on her, she felt like she had on nothing at all. She walked back out a little timidly. But when she saw Jonathan smile with pleasure, she felt her shyness leave, and she was able to show off her body confidently. She spun around flirtatiously when he mentioned her to, and came to a stop at one of the arms in the sofa. "Well, JB? How do I look?" Jonathan: "You look like the most beautiful mouse I've ever met, Gadget Love." Gadget: "I bet you said that to all of them. " Jonathan: "But none of them have that glow that you have in your face. And now it's all over your body as well." When Gadget looked down at herself, she knew he was right. That warm glow she felt in her face when they first shared a bed, after JB used the Stone to save her, has spread all over her. She had a soft white aura that glowed over any embarrassing body parts. She felt less naked now; more like a glowing star, more like a woman. Her voice was softer now. "Why do you always do this to me, Dreamweaver. Are you using your powers to take me into your arms, or am I really falling in love with you on my own?" It was to her surprise that she was finally able to ask him that. She waited intently for his answer, just to find out what he would say. Jonathan was self-conscious in his answer. "I-I-I might have *some* part in it, but I couldn't do it unless you wanted me to. It's just that I'm a romantic--" His words were cut off when Gadget caressed 'that most glorious nose' of his with her lips and sicked on it like a gumdrop for a while. She only returned his nose to him when she looked longingly into those emerald storms he calls his eyes. "I know, my love. I know . . . And somehow, I like it. . . I don't know why . . . It must be some girl thing . . . something that I never experienced . . . until . . . you . . ." Her eyes showed that her heart was open and inviting. Jonathan: "So Gadget, you ever been in a kiss before?" Gadget: "A kiss? Like when Monty gives me a peck on the cheek, or when I bearhug Chip for finding a lost gear?" Jonathan: "No. Not like that. I mean . . . a real kiss." Gadget: "Well . . . Golly . . . I don't know . . . What is a real kiss?" Jonathan smiled wide and chuckled as he took her in his arms. With his left arm, he wrapped around her waist, and with his right, he grabbed the back of her neck and tilted it up so that he can get close to her mouth. The hold left her very lightheaded. She could just feel the warm glow inside her increase into a blazing fire, as her eyelids grew heavy to the point of being unable to keep them open. She was completely submissive to him as he caressed her lips with his own. Suddenly, every milligram in Gadget's body sprang into awareness when she felt something enter her mouth. Her eyes flew wide open blindly as her body shook in reflex, but the closed-eyed Jonathan had her in an unshakeable iron grip. Her body began to relax again and progressively grow limp and inert as her mind breached and leapt at the bizarre new sensation. His tongue slid between her teeth, scraped over the ridges on the top of hie mouth, toyed with her own tongue. She let her tongue do the same in his mouth after a while. Then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity for her, both tongues withdrew into their respective mouths. For a moment it wasn't sure that they actually traded tongues during the time. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying flat on the floor, her body still weak and relaxed. Jonathan had released his hold on her, and is hovering above her, watching her carefully. He was gently stroking her side and allowing his hot breath to flow over her snout. She licked her lips. He tasted like Velveta. Not bad. Not what she had expected. --------- Her guts felt watery inside her teddy. So did her legs from the knees up. "How'd you feel?" he inquired softly. "Golly, I never thought I'd have one of Monty's cheese attacks doing that. What did you have for lunch?" "Velveta Shells and Cheese," Jonathan answered quietly, his face was glowing like Gadget's now. She kept looking at him with half-lilted eyes. She giggled. She felt very hot all over her body by now, but she didn't care. Just along as she was alone with her Dreamweaver, and didn't have to leave him for at least a week. Suddenly--The air around them exploded!! She screamed and leapt at Jonathan, knocking him to the ground. She landed right on top of him, her body slapping over his own and her legs straddling his. She stammered as she looked down to see is he was still wearing clothes, since that she was in her mind completely naked; forgetting about wearing lingerie at this time. "Golly I'm sorry I didn't mean to jump on you I know I shouldn't be scared of thunder because its really the vacuum noise caused by lightning but it startled me so ooooooohhhhhhh." "It's okay, okay, shhhhhhhhhhhh . . . " Jonathan wrapped his arms around her tightly again, as she did the same. He cooed softly in her ear. "Shhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm here, my love. We're all we need. It's only a summer storm. We'll ride it together. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh." "Y-yeah . . . " her voice was just a silent whisper only for him to hear. "We'll, ride the storm, together." She acted more like a cat than a mouse for the next 90 minutes; rolling around, wrestling playfully, stroking his snout with hers, and allowing him to pet her all over. At one time, she felt something round and hard under his pants with her upper leg. She couldn't figure it out. "JB, what do you have in your pocket?" She looked up to find that his eyes were about to leave their sockets. "OOOPS!! Did I just said something that could get me sued? I'm sorry, I didn't know. That must be your male . . . er . . . I guess you're happy to have me, are you? It's not like I'm interested in that thing you have right now." "It's okay." JB caressed her. "It's all right. I like my love-making to take time, like a old, fine wine that you slowly sip and allow your tongue to soak in it for an hour before you sip again. You'll be sipping that red wine for years and years, savoring and enjoying every experience as you take it in. The slow pace sweetens the sensations, makes them richer. People usually are just in a rush to get it all at once and ruin it. But we . . . we want it to last . . . we want it to be special . . . a gift we share . . . " By the time the storm passes, and the darkness of night fell on the oak tree, the two lovers were fast asleep on the sofa in each other's arms, lost in a mutual dream, returning to that island in the storm. Gadgets eyes were closed and hoping that Jonathan would-- KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!! They slowly shook themselves awake when they heard the front door knocking. Gadget quickly grabbed a napkin to cover herself and went to her room to find her coveralls, as JB opened the door in a bad hairdo and ruffled collars. For a moment, he thought that Dragon didn't come as a cat but as a black-furred mouse with an awful falsetto that sounded like fingernails on chalkboard too early in the morning. "Jonathan," Mickey said, a little embarrassed thinking that he didn't warn him and Gadget before showing up by their oak tree. "I hate to pry you two lovebirds apart, but we've got a problem." Jonathan: "It must be a big one if you have to get in our date." Mickey: "Tell me about it, I'm about to die of embarrassment here. I could've walked in while you two were . . . well . . . I was with Minnie when Walt accidentally stepped into the room . . . Gosh, now I know what *he* felt." Monterey somehow got in the tree through a back door, and steered clear of the front room. He came down from the stairs. "It's gotta be a big problem if you went for us, don't you got a small army of security guards at your pocket?" Gadget returns in her coveralls, not revealing the teddy underneath. "Yeah, what kind of a problem do you got there? A '1', '3', '5', '7', or clear up to the bell?" Mickey: "Ever heard of the New World Order on Monday Night Nitro?" Jonathan: "Hulk Hogan, Diesel, and Razor Ramone? I heard of them." Monterey: "Did I ever, Crikey! When Hogan turned his back on a two decade life as a role model and joined them, I saw broken hearted kids by the city block. I even seen several of them turn to drink. Not a good day." Mickey turns his head to curse under his breath: "Yeah, do I know it. But one of those jaded kids told me that someone's going to blow up the limo of this so-called NWO with a pipe bomb. At tonight's show. Live and in public if you will--oops, heh-heh, I think I told you who's the informer, and I can't say that he's a kid, is he? --at tonight's show. Unfortunately no one else knows of it, so they'll be a lot of bystanders hurt in the attack. We have to diffuse this terrorist device . . . quietly." Jonathan: "Well, Gadge, where does this rate in your scale? A 10?" Gadget: "Does it ever. Yahoooo!! I get to diffuse a weapon of terrorism, something I wanted to do since the Olympic Park explosion. Whooooo . . . The suspense of this challenge just thrills me." Jonathan: "Jezz, two hours of love-making with her, and she squeals over diffusing a pipe bomb? Why do I feel like I'm dating Leona Osaki here?" _______________________________________________________________________ Tony: Welcome to Monday Night Nitro on TNT, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Tony Shavonte with Larry Zybisco and we'll be with you throughout the next two hours here on the Disney/MGM Studios. As you can see, there are four empty chairs at ringside, no doubt for Hollywood Hulk Hogan and the New World Order, which has one more mystery member. Larry: Yeah, and I have just been told that their limo has just entered Disney air space. Look like we're gonna be getting the obligatory crap as usual with this sho--hey, look who just joined us at ringside, Tony. I didn't know Mickey Mouse was a WCW fan. Tony: He sure's giving his support with that outfit he's wearing. Looks like he's gonna take those seats meant for the New World Order . . . waaaaaitaminute . . . who's that with him? Larry: I've heard of this new mouse in black, Tony. My sources, which are far and wide, have gathered for me this rodent's card. His name's Jonathan Brisby. He's some FanFict character who's under Mickey's wing, they tell me. Tony: Jonathan Brisby, eh? That don't sound like a Disney name, Larry. Larry: You're right, it's not. My sources say that JB here is named after his great-grandpappy, who was a lab rat who busted out of the National Institute of Mental Health. Disney rival *Don Bluth* of all people made a movie of that. Tony: DON BLUTH!?!?!? Larry: You got it, Tony--Mickey Mouse is starting a New World Odor of his own!! Tony: Hold on a minute here! We don't know that. Mickey Mouse is not the kind who would turn on a *67-year* career as a universal ambassador of goodwill-- Larry: Like Hulk Hogan did, Tony? Tony: Hold on for a second, Larry. I received word that Gene Oklalund is going to interview The Mouse, and he'll no doubt get to the bottom of this Jonathan Brisby. Larry: Yeah, and find out exactly *which* side these two mice are on!! ________________________________________________________________________ Jonathan: Mickey, can I ask you something? Mickey: Ask the question, and I'll tell you if you can. Heh-heh. Jonathan: How come we can be 2 1/2 inches at one scene and 2 foot 5 at another? Mickey: urk!! Er, heh-heh, there *is* an explanation, JB, but it's so gosh darn complicated. It has something to do with Disney Toons becoming costumed characters, but if I try to explain it all, David would have to send this Installment out in five 10-page parts like "Rhyme and Reason." Jonathan: In other words, JB: Don't ask, just pretend you understand. Mickey: Yeah, like me to Anime--oh, hiya Gene. Gene: Mickey Mouse, welcome to Monday Night Nitro. Jonathan: Yeah, he's decided to walk out of his sheltered premium channel and peruse Billionaire Ted's corner of the Cable listing. After this, we're gonna crash WTBS, then the Cartoon Network, then we'll stop by the CNN trio and bug Larry King for a while. Mickey: Jonathan? Gene: Everybody's wondering who's this new toon with you? We've never seen him at Disney before. Mickey: Gosh, where's my manners? Jonathan: Probably behind these shades, Mick. The name's Jonathan Brisby, Gene-o, but you can call me JB. That's *Mr.* Brisby to Weaselbrains Heenan, tho'. Mickey: I've got him under my tutelage for a while. I do this to sever other characters, from several different companies, including Warner Brothers, Amblin, and of course Don Bluth here. Gosh, maybe *that's* why I haven't been around! Heh-heh. Don't worry, though; JB'll be okay, unlike some other outsiders I know. Gene: You are of course referring to the New World Order, and Hollywood Hulk Hogan in particular. Mickey: And *especially* Hulk Hogan, Gene. I'm not a violent man, er, mouse, nor am I known for a temper like Donald, but what Hogan did in the WCW really jerks me off to no end! To shove two decades of being a role model where the sun doesn't shine . . . Gene: I'm sure that everyone here will agree with you, Mickey. Mickey: Trust me on this: Hulk Hogan are gonna hear from me for this. Jonathan: And if it's G-Rated, Mickey, I will be surprised. This is the happiest place on Earth, but we are *not* happy. It's not just Hogan that's ticking off not just myself, but every other Generation Xer in the crowd. It appears that we just are not allowed to have *anyone* to look up to. Professor X has changed into that monster, Onslaught, Sonic the Hedgehog gets his butt roboticized, and now Hogan joins the NWO? No wonder we're pipe bombing everything from Federal Buildings to Olympic Venues! Mickey: That's why I'm coming back into the spotlight after a three decade . . . er . . . retirement, in force, and I'm bringing all my proteges with me. I see that limo pulling in. Let's go, JB. Time for this mouse to roar like Mufasa. Jonathan: And I'll be Simba. I've got the mane. Later on, Gene-o. Gene: Well there you have it. It appears that Mickey Mouse is back with a vengeance, and he has his sights on Hulk Hogan, but will the 67-year old Toon--even with his young students, he did say that he had more than JB there, did he?--make it against the New World Order? We'll find out, after these messages, at the next 10-page installment. . . ==================================================================== To be continued . . . . Mouse Worx vs. The New World Order . . . Disney Characters (real and FanFict) vs WWF wrestlers turned bad . . . if you think this match is predictable, remember what Mickey said about doing 'magic attacks' when the Sailor Scouts were embryos. This next Installment's gonna be *intresting*.