Walt Disney Bambi Movie Novels & Stories

-If it's Jandé you're worried about, don't, she'll be fine as long as she's my wife. -I hope so. You know we love you very much, but if anything happens to Bambi because of you, I swear we will forget that you are our friend. -What are you guys talking about?” Jandé wanted to know as he approached them. -Man stuff, little Bambi, get your hands on this guy because he's so handsome and he could be stolen from you at any moment. Oh, look, we're coming. Now smile and give your husband some love kisses, little bambi. You have a long process ahead of you from now on, be very careful and don't let anyone take your man away from you. -she whispered in his ear.

The voice I just heard was the same as the first one that had asked for me to move. Feeling a shadow cast over me, I subtly turned, only to see a much more taller frame of a male standing beside Bambi. Yes, Bambi was the best word I could use to describe the princess with the plastic boobs. It was easy to tell since I could already smell it on her. Remind me why a werewolf had to go for plastic surgery despite knowing every other of her kind would be able to tell. I shook my head to draw myself out of my thoughts, with a quick bow of apology, I took hasty steps away from them.

“Well, you should’ve seen you. You were like Bambi skating on that ice. It was so freaking funny.” Caleb stops and turns steely eyes onto me. “Who the fuck is Bambino?” he asks in a dangerously low voice, his expression instantly hardening. A crease forms between his brows as he glares down at me. “Don’t compare me to your lame-ass boyfriends, Songbird.” “It’s Bambi,” I correct, unable to stifle a laugh. “And chill, dude. Bambi’s a cartoon character from my childhood. You know, the Disney one?”

FLASHBACK Thirteen Years Ago “Bambino, isn’t this peaceful?” Bella Bianchi asks fifteen-year-old Alessandro. He nods and grips the railings on the edge to get a better view of the place. “Mama, look at that!” He points to the mist covering the valley.

"Caden?" "Hello Bambi."

So, getting scared is natural to me. "No, Bambi! He is good." Arabella comes to me rescue, thankfully. I release sigh of relief as he starts crawling in her direction instead. But the next thing shocks me. She takes that reptile in her arms placing a light kiss on top of his head and swinging him in her arms just like one does to a small child. And Bambino, he just closes his eyes and relaxes as she does that.

Kent said, trying to look as serious as possible. Bambi gave a shrug and then reached up to her halter. She peeled up the bottom and lifted it to her chin, unveiling her huge jugs to the wild cheering of the audience. Bambi giggled and shook her torso, causing her ample tits to catapult impressively around her chest. There was a few wolf whistles from the audience as Bambi took a big tits in each hand and shook them around, then pinched the nipples. Joe saw on the monitor that the cameraman was zooming in ultra-close to catch all the action. Joe was very pleased that he had set his VCR at home to record tonight’s show, just as Bambi had said earlier, it was going to be a doozie!

That hand moves immediately to his back pocket, where his gun is tucked, the impulse to just kill every single one of these men staring at Bambi just a little too tempting in this moment. But that thought – and every single other of them – are immediately wiped from Frankie’s mind when he sees why all the men are starting to make so much noise. Bambi has moved to the pole at the center of the stage and is swinging artfully around it, taking time to pose her body in the sexiest ways he’s ever seen. God, fuck, the arch of her back, the way she lets her head hang back, her mouth falling open… She is…a fucking fantasy made flesh.

Mimicking a tone she had likely picked up from an adult, Bambi retorted, "Aunt Niamh, can you be a bit more straightforward, like a proper adult?" Niamh's expression froze, and a flicker of unease flashed across her face. "Bambi, where did you learn to be so sharp-tongued?" Bambi lifted her handcrafted tower with care and declared firmly, "Apologize to the Celestial Crane Tower!" Feigning confidence, Niamh raised an eyebrow. "And if I don't? What can you do about it?" Bambi's almond-shaped eyes narrowed mischievously. "If you refuse to keep your word, then allow me to show you a bit of martial arts I picked up!"

Nate set the plates on the table and took his place in the chair next to Mira , then helped her hand over the utensils to the right of her plate. “You seem deep in thought,” he said warmly. “You can tell?” “I think I’m getting to know you well enough. Anything you want to talk about?” She smiled, but it was grim. “Why do I get the feeling we are turning into Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheep dog?” “The old Looney Tunes characters?” he said, laughing. “Every day we will go out into the world, fighting against one another, but every night we will come home and spend time together, closer than ever.”