“Oh, Vladdy… You’re the only man I let make me a woman,” Donald said, backing up on all fours like a ponderous meat truck.
“Beep, beep, beep…” the hat whispered and he and the hair giggled together.
“I vill make Amerika great again!” Vlad shouted, his penis becoming erect with the sound of a retractable baton being deployed. “Ve shall make sex like mighty ogligarks!”
“Make our cold war hot,” Donald demanded. He bent his spine with a series of audible cracks and presented his dilapidated anus like an excited mandrill.
“It will be even better ven you are President like me,” Vlad said. He pushed Donald’s testicles up into his flabby body with the heel of his and ground against them like he was trying to put out a stubborn cigarette.
“Oh Jesus, oh fuck, Jesus fuck. Don’t stop!” Donald shouted.
Secret Service men and SPB agents shifted uncomfortably from their respective corners of the playroom. One even coughed nervously as Vlad plunged his fingers into Donald’s asshole and splayed it open.
“I haft somethink for you, lapochka,” Vlad said.
He snapped his fingers of his other hand impatiently and motioned over a frightened young man in a stained labcoat.
“Give me the applicator, Yuri,” Vlad said.
Yuri’s hands shook as he unsnapped the clasps of the small metal case he was handcuffed to. He handed Vlad the complicated device within. It looked like a medicalized paintball pistol. Vlad waved him away and he returned to his place along the wall. A SPB agent placed a hand on his shoulder as if to steady him.
“What is it, Vladdy?” Donald asked, craning his neck to see.
“What the fuck?” the hat asked the hair.
“I’m scared. Hold me,” the hair begged.
“Somthink just for you. My scientists haft spent years on this just for your sweethole.” Vlad eased the gun into Donald’s ass until it formed a tight seal.
“It vill be like a magical love fart, little one,” Vlad said, pressing the injector trigger.
Aerosolized cocaine, sildenafil citrate, alkyl nitrite and ground ape testicles filled Donald’s sigmoid colon and he grunted loudly.
“You must hold it in, Donald. As lonk as you can,” Vlad whispered.
Donald whimpered and writhed.
“Vlad!” he screamed.
“Give it time.”
“Oh, shit,” the hair said to the hat.
“Don’t you feel it? You can’t feel it?”
“What do you mean?” the hat asked.
Donald roared. It shook the entire plane.
“Yes!” Vlad screamed, his erection bouncing with the fuselage. “Now we can begin!” He pulled out the injector and greedily inhaled the thick gas that dribbled from Donald’s butt.
Vlad smiled and turned to nod to the SPB agent. He broke Yuri’s neck with merciful efficiency.