Mickey Mouse X Minnie Novels & Stories

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

The sharp, familiar giggle makes me jump. “Minnie?!” I look around, trying to will my stream to dry up. I turn away from the wall while I stuff myself back into my pants. At the far end of the alley, a small figure sprints against the wall trying to stay in the shadows. “Minnie!” I take off after her. “It’s Milo! WAIT!” “GUYS!” I yell into a mindlink. “It’s Minnie! I’m following her in the alley! Hurry!”

And in a final salute to style, she chews gum, never actually closing her mouth to do so. Jeez... The crowd Mickey's hanging with all look to be cut from much the same cloth he is: small-timers in cheap clothes. But they're laughing and joking, telling themselves they're having a good time. Forcing through the cacophonous mob, I make my way across to Mickey and the Ghastly Girlfriend. Mickey double-takes, then beams as he sees me. "See, here he is; my friend, Mr Klempner." He aims his words at Zombie Girl, makes as though he's going to slap my shoulder, then rethinks and withdraws the hand.

At the Academy he’s my trainer, but here he’s like another big brother. The door opens then, and Max, Noah, and Ralph step outside with two pretty she-wolves beside them. Max heads straight to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Mighty Mouse, you look stunning as always,” he purrs into my ear, his breath warm and minty. Heat floods my body in response. He steps back, shaking hands with the others as Noah and Ralph pull me into quick hugs.

I couldn't help but smirk at her question, shaking my head with a chuckle. "Ace!..." Mini's voice interrupted, her joy evident as she stood beside me, her smile radiant. "Yes, love," I responded, gently lifting her onto my lap. "I finished eating, can I play now?" she asked eagerly, swaying back and forth in anticipation. I hummed in response, planting a tender kiss on her lips. Despite the late hour, her energy was infectious. She whimpered and buried her face in my neck, a hint of shyness creeping over her. She despise PDA.

Ash noticed the Minnie Mouse hair tie on her hand and asked, "Do you like Minnie Mouse?" "Yes! I've been a fan for twenty years!" The two of them engaged in a conversation that Griffith couldn't comprehend. "I want to take pictures later," Julie said. "I'll help you with that. I brought a Polaroid," Charlotte said. "Okay!" The amusement park wasn't Griffith's cup of tea. Julie, Ash, and Charlotte naturally formed a group, leaving Griffith isolated. After a while, the group headed to Mickey Avenue, with Ash and Julie leading. Charlotte followed, and Griffith lingered at the back, surrounded by his bodyguards.

As we pass by the kennels, two puppies huddled up in the corner caught my attention. The other one has pure white fur while the other one had brown spots all over. The white puppy ran up to me by the gate, while the other one looked hesitant. I offered my hand to the puppy and he sniffed my fingers before licking them. The other one finally came up to me and did the same. "These two are siblings. Their mom passed and they were found on the side of the road. We tried putting them in different kennels but neither would stop crying when we did so we just put them together. They haven't been adopted until now because they couldn't be separated," the attendant said.

He looked up as I stepped out, his thick brows rising high on his head. “Uh oh. Boss! A chick got past Cindy!” He yelled. “Hey, lady. If you’re looking for Mickey-poo, he’s laying pipe in Florida this weekend. Pick up your stalking next week.” “Mickey’s going to skip toon town to hit pound town with Minnie,” one of the bright-shirted guys chuckled, then took a swig of his beer, then licked his lips, staring me up and down. “If it’s just some pipe you need laid, I got the tools you could use,” he wiggled his eyebrows.