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• It's been a good long time since we had a Looney Tune prompt, so why not have our favorite French skunk and the cat he loves having some shenanigans? Remember to follow Jeeves over on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

My Life with Le Pew

Can I tell you a secret?

When I first met Pepe... that's my husband, if you don't know, I was actually the one to chase him.

I know what it was like in all the shows we starred in together. Oh noooo, I've accidentally gotten a white stripe down my back, and now this amorous skunk won't leave me alone no matter how hard I try to get away! Look, they were a product of their time. I'm not gonna even try to act like that vibe isn't weird as hell in the world we live in today. But, you've gotta understand that it really was just a show. Outside of it all, to start with at least, we were just colleagues. A pair of toon actors, really excited to get our big break in this amazing run of shows under the Looney Tunes banner. And Pepe? He was such a gentleman. Making sure I was comfortable. Making sure that none of the scenes went too far, that it never seemed like I as a performer was being made to feel the way my character was meant to be acting. You should have seen the ways he yelled at some of the directors when they gave me stage directions to try and channel some real fear or crap like that. It's a good thing our shows were such a hit, so after a little while the directors that made us uncomfortable just stopped getting hired, even if the writers who thought it was sooooo funny that I hated to be chased and smooched by Pepe kept on going with that same schtick.

Still, for a while there, Pepe was so worried about keeping things professional and keeping me safe, he really didn't even entertain the idea of us being a couple. And to be clear, I wasn't at all subtle about the fact that I liked him. If anything, I was the one who was coming on too strong. Flirting, sure. But hell, anyone can flirt. Fewer folks probably accidentally let their co-star catch them masturbating in their dressing room, and even fewer let it happen half a dozen times. Sweetie that he was though, he'd just apologise, assure me that he'd stand watch and ensure I wasn't disturbed, then close the door and leave me to finger my brains out until I could scream loud enough that I knew he'd hear me.

In the end, it was us being friends that led to our getting together. I hadn't totally given up on the idea of being with him, because he'd made it clear that his refusals weren't from a lack of interest, just concern about the conflict with our professional lives. But, he was just such fun to hang out with that I didn't want my own heart, and if I'm honest, my libido to get in the way of a really solid friendship. So, we spent more and more time together away from the Warner lot. Watching movies, getting meals, just lounging around in one of our apartments playing cards, smoking the occasional joint and... hmm, maybe I shouldn't have said that last part. Eh, fuck it. If I'm gonna tell you about our sex lives, I'm sure you can handle the idea of me and Pepe giggling our tails off at dumb knock-knock jokes while we were high.

Anyway, we hung out. We became closer and closer, and then one day, absolute sweetie that he is, Pepe turned to me while we were sitting on my couch, and asked me in that goddamn smoking hot accent of his...

"Cherie, may I share something personal avec toi?"

He took my hands in his, rubbing the backs of my paws with his thumbs, and looked deep into my eyes. He smiled. He blushed, and then he said it.

"If I changed my mind about the two of us going out together... would that be okay?"

And just like that, we were a couple. We kept things pretty quiet at first, not holding hands or kissing at meals together, basically just hanging out like we always had when out in public. But, in private? Things changed pretty fast.

"Ma belle Penelope... cum, pour moi."

For a while, I swear he practically lived between my legs. I've never met anyone who likes eating pussy as much as Pepe. Some folks do it because they know it makes their partner feel good. Some folks do it because they find it hot. Some folks do it because they think it's expected of them, even if they can take or leave the experience relative to other kinds of sex. But, Pepe? Oh, god. The way he is with a pussy... it's like it's a religion for him. Like he's a devout worshipper of the church of the clitoris, and every time he gets to kneel at that altar, he's in direct communion with the most glorious deity in all creation.

There were times when I actually got in trouble at work because my legs were so weak from Pepe's last round with me in the locker rooms, I couldn't run away fast enough to make it look realistic. And then if I got yelled at and told to take a break and come back ready to actually try, as soon as I got back to my dressing room Pepe would be there to tell me he was sorry for getting me in trouble, that I was amazing, that I was beautiful, and... and then before I knew it, I'd be pushing him down between my thighs again, and we'd make the problem so much worse. Fuck, I love his tongue.

He wasn't just eating me, though. The reason he ate me out so much a lot of the time was so he could watch me cum again and again between fucks. He'd drain his balls in my pussy or ass, usually both by the time we left whatever spot we'd tumbled down together in, and between rounds while he waited for his cock to gets its second or third or fourth wind, he'd suck on my clitoris until I screamed and soaked his face, or do this thing he does with his fingers where they curl up and hit my g-spot just fucking right. Ohhhfuck, just thinking about it, I'm... hold on.

Okay. So, it's been like a minute since I stopped this recording. Or, uh, dictation? Is that the word for when you record yourself to have it written down later? Okay, yeah, Pepe says that's either right or close enough, so we'll go with that. Anyway, Pepe's here now. He says hi. So, I'm gonna just run through a few of the incredible ways that Pepe has blown my mind over the years, while he eats me out. I kinda got horny thinking about all this stuff before, and I'm not gonna be able to focus if I don't cum. We can get back to the full life story stuff later, these are just some highlights.

Mmh... yeah, sweetie. Whatever you want. You know me. Ah. Ahh, Pepe! Ohh jeez, okay... I can do this. I can string a couple of thoughts together while h-hhaahhhhhyesss... fuck, right there! Oh. Ohhhh fuck, yeah. Y-yhhhhh... nnh... okay. Okay. Fuck. Decades of marriage and I still can't get used to how good it feels when he latches on like that. Like my clit's a nipple and he's dying of thirst. Ohh, Pepe. Keep going, sweetie. Mmh. Should I... ahh, should I tell them about the night on the water tower? Hhhahh... how they thought there was a leak and shut the whole area down for two days, because of the puddle I left behind from how hard you made me squirt? Or... ohh, god. Yes. Okay, I'll... ah, I'll tell them about the honeymoon.

We got married after about a year of dating. We were only engaged for like a month, but it kinda felt like we'd already lived a whole lifetime together. Oh. Ohhhhh... mmnh... Pepe, c'mon. How am I meant to tell this story if you're gonna make me want to scream every single time I say something nice about you?

Ha!

He says maybe I should just stop saying nice things. Not gonna happen.

So we got married. I know on film I'm still Penelope Pussycat, but I still can't stop grinning whenever I hear someone call me Penny Le Pew. And if you think I'm giddy about being married to him now... mnnh, right there sweetie. Yeah. Gentle, use your tongue like you know I... ah! Yesss... just like that. Mmmmh-hhah... you have no idea how out of my mind I was on the day. How soaked my wedding dress' underwear was as I stood there at the front of the church and watched him get hard in his tuxedo pants as I read him my vows while eye-fucking him in front of the whole congregation.

I smiled and waved as I looked out the back window of the car we rode away from the ceremony, and I was already on his lap, riding Pepe hard. We didn't care if the driver saw or heard. We didn't care if the other cars we passed saw everything. By the time we got to the hotel where we were staying before getting our flights to our actual honeymoon destination, our clothes were ripped. Our faces covered in each other's juices. Fuck, I still remember seeing the driver's eyes bulge in the rear view mirror as he flooded his pants watching as Pepe tongued my ass while I gushed over his face. The check in staff had to have known. Everyone we passed could see it, smell it on us. We didn't care though. We just wanted to get up to our room, lock the door, and... a-aahh... and... oh. Oh god. Pepe. Pepe! I... I'm cumming! I'm... god, yes! Yes! Cumming!

Hhhnnnhh... mmn-gg-ghhhhhahh...

Ahh... aa-aah...

Oh. Fuck. Mmnnh... baby. Ohh, Pepe. I love you too. I... mmh... nn-no. You don't have to stop. Ah. God, I love you so fucking much.

We got to our room, and... after that, we kinda just forgot about our flights the next morning. When they called up and said we were going to face a fine for late checkout, Pepe offered them five times the room rate to immediately buy it out for the whole week. It wasn't even their honeymoon suite or anything, just a regular room. But, it was all we needed. A bed, room service so we didn't have to leave the bed, and... well, honestly that was kinda all we cared about.

Do you think I'm exaggerating? Do you think maybe I'm being playful when I say that we didn't bother with the big, beautiful tropical island honeymoon we'd spent so long planning for and paid a tonne of money to make perfect? Because, if so, I don't think you've been listening when I told you just how much me and Pepe love fucking.

All week, we fucked till we were raw and exhausted. We slept when we couldn't not sleep. We ate and drank when we couldn't bear to delay it any more, or when we were too sore or tired to be doing anything more active. We couldn't look at each other without shuddering in anticipation of the next half dozen orgasms that glance was going to cause. By the third night we sounded like a pair of eighty year old chain-smokers because of just how loud and how hard we'd been screaming to each other. We wouldn't even stop when the room service staff came in to deliver our meals, and after the first day we even stopped covering ourselves up. The sheets were so fucking soaked and the room stank of sex so bad already by then, there really wasn't any point.

We... mmhh, it was during that week we decided we were going to have an open marriage. We'd been so horny for one another until then we just hadn't really had the opportunity to consider any other possibilities. But, when that cute twenty three year old poodle came up with our breakfast on the second morning... h-hhnnh, sweetie, what was her name? Annie? Aah... ah, right! Annette. She put down our trays, and just stood there watching as you rutted my ass like a feral, your thighs slapping my cheeks so hard I was shrieking like I was getting spanked. Fu-huhhhh.. fuck... I still remember the look on her face when you made me squirt from anal. I was cross-eyed with how good it felt, but there was no missing the awe, the lust on her face. I whispered to Pepe as he rolled me over, looked deep into my eyes and kissed me... he always does after we get rough together, and he just grinned and licked his lips, then beckoned the cutie over. I still remember her fur smelling like vanilla... to start with at least. God, that was fucking hot. I swear I've only told you half of one percent of our honeymoon so far, and... mmnhh, I'm soaked. I'm gonna cum again soon but...

Sweetie? If I take a break... wanna go to the bedroom?

Yeah, I know I've gotta get the first chapter's dictation in by the end of the week. But, I need your cock in me now, and I don't wanna have to divide my attention between you and this project.

Mmm, sweet talker. You promise? All over my face? Fuck... we're not even gonna make it to the bedroom, are we? Oh, Pepe... I love you so much. I... ah! Nnh... just a second, just let me s-shahhhhhhfuck! Fuck!! Please, yes. Yes! Fuck me. Fucking fuck me, Pepe! Jjh-hahh... just let me shut off the recording a-aah... and then... oh god! Ohhgod! Deeper! Right there! Fuck! _Fuck!! Fu- _

By Jeeves.