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Last night's explosion of creativity caught Pepe Le Pew while he was getting ready for bed, as he was brushing his teeth. The image was fleeting: a single apple, green like the springtime, hanging off of the gangliest of tree branches while the stem holding it looked as fragile as life itself. Beyond it were the rolling hills of a grass-swept plain, maybe the land next to an orchard. Pepe didn't know. Pepe didn't care. All he knew was that he had to put it on canvas ASAP. With his toothbrush still locked in his teeth he ran out of the bathroom and into his studio where he kept his supplies. He tore open the drawers where he kept his oils and snatched a pawful of whatever tubes he thought he needed. He gathered his palette, a blank canvas, and an easel. He could've set it all up right there, but Pepe was a man of strict doctrine. Paintings had to be made at the source of their inspiration, in this case, his bathroom. He hurried back to his bedroom with his arms completely full with supplies. He dumped them onto his bed and set up the easel. He dabbed the colors onto the palette: a few greens, cobalt blue, some reds, and a few others. He stuck his thumb into the hole, dabbed his brush into the brightest green, and got to work.

The following hour came as a blur. He bit his tongue and furrowed his brow. His brush hissed and scraped across the linen canvas, broken only by quick jabs into his colors. His mind was on autopilot. The room around him melted away into the void. For him there was only the apple and its tree. Everything else was simply a distraction. By the time of the image's completion he was panting and sweating. His arm was aching. Flecks of oil were splattered across the onyx fur of his forearm. More of it was constellated across his white face. There it was in all of its glory: a ripe green apple hung from its dying branch, capable of falling and beginning its mission to sustain the earth, but unwilling to do so. The hills behind it swayed majestically, carrying on their blunt peaks more of the tree's brethren and grasses bowed by the wind. The apple itself was curvaceous and plump. Pepe imagined its crisp flesh snapping between his jaws and filling his mouth with its sour juices.

The sight of it made Pepe sneer. "Bah..." He wiped his forehead with his brow and tossed the palette aside along with its brush. It scattered across the hardwood floor, smearing what paint it still had. The image he had created was nice, not great, but nice. It failed to reflect the sunny radiance he had seen and felt in his mind. The apple, for all of its juicy good looks, hardly gave off the innocent dependence he had felt so severely in his heart when he first conjured it up. The trees in the background looked out of place and the branches of the dying tree looked too abruptly jagged. Altogether, it wasn't a bad painting. He could see it hanging on the wall of an elderly woman's home, but without the admiration and love he hoped his art would one day achieve.

He took a deep breath. He reminded himself that art was subjective. Maybe there was some fellow out there willing to find a beauty in his oils that he himself had yet to find. Maybe, maybe not. What mattered was that he had put a flurry of passion into it, much like the rest of his endeavors. He blew the painting a kiss and shot it a wink. "L'amour est là quelque part pour toi, mon ami," he said. Love is out there somewhere for you, my friend. With his would-be masterpiece finished, he sauntered past the mess his discarded palette had created, and fell into bed.

He woke up the next morning to the gay chirping of birds ready to make the day into a musical. He sat up and gave an enormous stretch, puffing out his chiseled chest and spreading his muscular arms. He hopped off the bed, still clad in only his boxers. He stood in the sun's spotlight through the window, illuminating him and the many dust motes which danced in the air around him. He fluffed out his enormous skunk tail and yawned. He opened the window and took a deep, lung-inflating whiff of the outdoors. Like what he had tried to capture in last night's painting, the summer day around him glowed marvelously, showing off every fragment of God's nature like it was His to be proud of. Pepe lived in a small house far removed from Tune Town. Here his neighbors were the feral birds, open skies, and infinite forest, the perfect fuel for his ever burning desire to create art. His house was tiny, but the country around him was vast. There was never an end to what he could've immortalized on his canvases or simply admired from afar.

Mesmerizing as the world was for him and as great a joy to capture it with his oils, it was not how he earned his living. His paintings hardly sold for the value of their materials. Nobody would recognize any of his works if not for his signature that he applied in the bottom corners. Art dealers flat out rejected him. The very few times he rented a studio for a showcase didn't attract very much attention. His closest friends showed up in lieu of support, but hardly any of them were willing to buy a piece off of him for what he was asking for. Years of passionate, sometimes frenzied work hadn't produced the fruit and fame he dreamed of. He could at least count his blessings in that he greatly enjoyed painting, thus it never felt like a job while he was doing it. But no matter how he loved it, the people simply did not. His devout pursuit of creativity was doomed to being nothing more than a fervent hobby.

It was very fortunate then that he was so good at fucking.

What the women of Tune Town lacked in desire for his art, they made up for in an insatiable demand for his body. Pepe learned not long after his arrival that his nigh obscene French charm could woo even the most puritan woman into a knock-kneed servant to his loins. The great many women he shared a bed with begged for his return. He made sure to indulge their every fantasy, no matter how dark or decrepit. Often it was just to experience their first orgasm at the touch of another man, something he was very adept at doing over and over and over again. It wasn't long before he had built a reputation as a silver-tongued woman slayer, something that had earned the admiration and envy of his fellow men. It was one day when he was struggling to make the payments on his house that he made the fateful decision to sell his talents for profit. His worries of losing the very beneficial friendships of his lady companions disappeared once his pockets were filled by the dozens who became addicted to his rather striking anatomy. Quite suddenly money was less of a problem, and his squandering art talent seemed less of a burden. He was making money, the women loved him, and he got to have lots and lots of sex. What else could a man ask for?

"Ahhhh... Magnifique." He stepped back from the window and shut it, muffling the birds' escalating symphony. He whistled his way out of his clothes-strewn bedroom and to his bathroom where he took a nice long shower. While he scrubbed himself he sang his heart out, booming the air of his home with his unabashed baritone. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, clearing himself of last night's efforts. Spotless as his black-and-white fur had become, he failed to remove another feature of his that clung to his fur more resolutely than any oil or coagulant ever could: his skunky odor. It hung in the atmosphere around him like an unremitting fog. It followed him wherever he went, lingered when he left, and preceded him like some foul announcement. It wasn't outright a terrible smell, but it was abhorrently strong. It singed the inside of people's noses like a stuffed rag. It crawled its way down into their throats where they could taste it. The most liberal application of perfumes or colognes failed miserably. It was something he was born with, and would never lose. Not that he cared in the slightest. Pepe was a skunk. That was the hand he was dealt and forced to play with. He learned to become unbothered by the people's dislike of his smell. It was not him they disliked. He became patient with the people he spoke to, he learned to find the beauty in everyone so that they may too find the beauty in him. His passion in the arts, both visual and written, proved to make him a fascinating character to get to know. Once past the roadblock of his stench, people, especially women, learned that there was a lot more to learn about the mustelid that they could enjoy. A whole, whole lot more.

He dried himself off and got dressed. He threw on a black button up shirt that clung to his athletic torso like shrink wrap. He rolled the sleeves up just above his rocky biceps. Next came some khaki pants, some nice leather shoes, and a gray flat cap that sat neatly between his ears. He didn't bother checking himself in the mirror, knowing very well that he looked good. He gathered his newest painting off of the easel and wrapped it in some paper. There were some folk he thought might take an interest in it, so he decided that he would give them a visit on such a beautiful day. He carried it outside where his bicycle was waiting for him. He tied the painting on top of the rear basket and hopped on. With a perfunctory double-ring of the bell, he scooted off down the driveway and started his daily journey to Tune Town.

He zoomed down the gravel and dusty roads, wind whipping through his fur and his tail. The countryside blew past him. The occasional truck would drive past, and he would make sure to wave at them. When he wasn't whistling some tunes he listened to the pop and crack of the dirt road beneath his wheels. Every once in a while he would put his paw on his hat so that it wouldn't fly away in the wind. Not that he was going too fast. The land around him was too beautiful to be speeding out of it. Mother Nature's realm faded away around the same time the town's skyline sprouted out of the horizon. The dirt roads gave way to asphalt. More houses appeared along the curb. Soon he was in the midst of suburbia, a place rife with its own unique brand of splendor that even the nature-obsessed Pepe could enjoy. Children played ball, parents attended their chores, people went to church, and hard-working folk went to their jobs. It wasn't the life for him, but that didn't mean he degraded those who chose to live it.

He peeled down a street corner where a strip of businesses awaited him. There was a barber shop displaying its signature swirl pole. A waitress served coffee inside of the cafe. He could hear the buzz of power tools coming out of a repair garage. All the while there were kind, gentle folk chatting and laughing with each other on the sidewalk, enjoying their lives just as well as Pepe did. He scooted up to the curb and parked his bike next to a telephone pole. He had never invested in a bike lock, having firmly concluded that there wasn't a soul in that whole town embittered enough to commit thievery. He waltzed his way up to the flower shop, grabbing the attention of the folk around him with his ornery smell and chest-bulging swagger. The women, a great majority of whom were both aware of and experienced with his manly services, swooned once his rank air drifted by their noses. Backs stiffened and tails went kerfluff. Their heads turned to see his handsomely sculpted body waltzing down the sidewalk. Memories of their encounters with him flourished in their mind, becoming more and more vivid with every step he took towards them. Their nethers were thrown into involuntary heats. Jittery thighs had to be crossed together. He bid them good morning nonchalantly, acting oblivious to the sudden onset of their arousal. They greeted him back with lurid eyes and purring voices. "Good morning, Pepe~" He greeted the men just as politely, but did not receive the same in return thanks to their simmering envy. It didn't bother him at all. It wasn't his fault he was beautiful.

He burst through the glass door of the flower shop, ringing the bell to announce his entry. The air was saturated with the smell of a thousand flowers arranged into a galaxial array of dazzling colors buoyed by green leaves. That pleasant smell was instantly truncated by Pepe who waltzed into the store like he owned the place. He may as well have, he was its most loyal customer. Perusing the menu of flowers was a squirrel wearing a short white dress. She had an enormous tail which curled up behind her into a giant question mark of creamy white fluff. Her blonde hair was cut short with her bangs coming down at a diagonal angle. She didn't bother with whoever was coming into the store, until Pepe's smell hit her, and her back went stiff. Her eyes closed as she took a deep whiff of the air. "Mmmmm, I smell somebody familiar~ Is that Pepe?"

"The one and only," he said. "How are you today, Mary?" His voice was swollen with his suave and throaty French accent. However garbled it may have been to the average English speaker, it was pleasantly smooth and deep.

She turned on her heels to face him, a sultry look on her face. "Better, now that I've seen you. What brings you here, handsome?"

He stopped next to a hanging plant and caressed some of its petals. "Ah, just looking for a small gift for a friend."

"One of your girlfriends?" She strode up to him, her heels clacking against the tile floor.

He smirked. "Perhaps. I am sad to say it isn't you."

"Aww, that's a shame." She stood in front of him. "I thought that maybe the last time together was special enough that you would come back for more." She laid her fingers on his stomach, drifting her fingers around his studded abs.

He recalled the way she had screamed. "Of course it was special, but you know my services aren't free. If you want it that badly, you're more than welcome to come get it."

She pouted her lip. "You sure you can't give me a night on the house?"

"I would love nothing more, but then I would have to extend the same privilege to everyone else."

"Well. why don't you? You know all the girls in this town would love it." Her fingers drifted down to his belt like. She hooked the tip of her middle finger behind his button. "I know I would."

The temptation to pull her closer and assault her neck with a shower of kisses was strong, but he remained resolute. "I'm sure you would." He took her paw and gently removed it from his pants. "But I have to earn a living somehow, you know."

She harrumphed. "Yeah, I know."

He kissed the top of her fingers. "Do not fret, my darling. You can call me anytime if you require my company. You have my number."

She smiled and flicked her tail. "By heart."

Their get together was interrupted by a female voice calling out from behind the counter. "So, what'll it be today?" Pepe looked past Mary to see Petunia pig, the shop's owner, behind the register. She was short and plump, currently rubbing her hands with a rag. She wore a fabulous yellow sundress and a green apron. She nonchalantly leaned against the counter and gave Pepe a bemused look. Him conversing with a pretty lady so intimately was a common sight. "Come to bring Mary some flowers?"

Pepe walked around Mary to address Petunia. He feigned offense. "My sweet Petunia, what I want to know is how you are so certain that I have come to buy a flower for a girl!"

"Please. I'm not stupid. Comin' in here and stinking up the place... You've got some nerve."

"Stink? Madame, I do not stink." He took a deep whiff through his nose, puffing out his chest. "You see? This is the aphrodisiac of the masses, the smell of gods. I would be a shadow of myself if I was not so blessed by such an aroma."

Mary seemed to agree. Her pink button nose twitched in the presence of his skunk smell. She clasped her paws in front of her loins and angled her toes together. Petunia was less pleased. "Yeah? Well your 'aroma' smells like burnt rubber." She scoffed and shook her head. "I can't wrap my head around how so many girls like you." She looked over at Mary. "No offense."

"None taken," Mary said, too intoxicated by his musk to be offended.

Pepe shrugged. "Neither can I. I am just a man who likes to find the beauty in everything he sees, much like the ravishing pig he sees before him."

Petunia rolled her eyes. "Please. Save that junk for someone else."

"OK, fine. But it will cost you."

"Oh God. What?"

He tilted his cheek at her and tapped it. "One kiss."

A piggish snort crinkled her nose. "Oh please, get out of here."

"No kiss? Then I'm afraid I'll have to keep reminding you of your unending beauty!" His eyes fell down to her ankles and traced up her rubenesque frame all the way up to her silky black pig tails. "I must say, your good looks are as stunning as the day I first had the honor of seeing them. Your body has earned every last bit of praise and worship it has gotten. It pains my heart to know there are days where I must neglect telling you just how extravagant you are."

Mary felt pangs of envy that his words were directed at Petunia, and not her. He spoke like a Shakespearean actor. To Petunia, he sounded like an idiot. She tapped her fingers on the counter and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah... Is that all?"

"Is that all? Petunia, please, I could write poems and poems exclaiming your swiney charms. It is among my greatest wishes to be more familiar with you." He cut a saucy look at her. "At least more familiar than I already am."

"Alright, that's enough." Her voice was harsh, but in the split second before she spoke, Pepe saw the memories of their nights together flash before her eyes, making her back stiffen and her pink cheeks go red. "I think I'll pay you that kiss instead." Mary was heard giggling to herself.

"Ah, ah, ah... Because you were so rude, I'm afraid the toll has risen to two now." He presented his bare, white cheek. "Won't you be so kind?" Petunia tried to contain her smile. She did it quick: two lightning fast smooches. Pepe stood with his arms held out. "There! Now was that so difficult?"

She rolled her eyes, cheeks blazing. "No."

"No, I know it wasn't." He leaned his elbow back onto the counter and smirked. "Not after I've seen what that mouth can do." In the next moment he was bent away from her like a straw, flinching at her enormous hand balled into a fist, cocked back and ready to punch. He was laughing, and so was she.

"I swear to Christ you're the worst. I oughta beat you to a pulp."

"Hey, don't be so prude," Mary said. She waltzed up next to him and rubbed the side of his arm. "You aren't the only girl in this town who's done it. You seem uptight. Why don't you ask him to help you relax?"

Petunia scoffed. "I was relaxed before he came in here. I'm thinkin' about kicking him out.

"Ah, but would you be willing to desecrate a face as beautiful as this?" he asked, circling his fingers around his finely articulated visage.

"If it meant shutting you and that dirty mouth up, yes, I would."

He briefly considered commenting on who had the real dirty mouth between them, but decided to leave it alone. "Ah, how shameful."

"Yeah, whatever. Just tell me what you want."

His face lifted up and circled around the store for whatever tickled his fancy. Mary resumed her own search for some flowers, but not without stepping out of the radius of his stink. Never a creature of habit, he liked purchasing new flowers that he never had before. Eventually he stopped on a bundle of blue-violet flowers sticking out of a water pot. He pointed at them decisively. "Those, I'd like a bouquet of those, please."

"Those are called hyacinths," Petunia told him as she came around the counter to collect them. With a small pair of pliers she chopped some from their stems and wrapped them inside of a cone of green paper. She handed it to him. "These are water plants. All you gotta do is plop 'em in a vase and that'll be it. They'll last as long as any other flower."

Pepe shoved his face into them and filled his lungs with their aura. "Ahhhh... Yes, these are wonderful."

"You never told me who the lucky lady is," she said as she rang him up.

"Ah, nobody in particular." He shrugged. "Just a friend."

That was a bold faced lie, one neither woman challenged. "Well, I wish her the absolute best of luck if it means she has to deal with you." Pepe paid her what he owed. He said goodbye with a kiss on her cheek, and left with his floral arrangement in paw. As he walked past Mary he spared her a more loving kiss on the lips. "Remember to call me whenever you need me."

Judging by her jittery squirrel tail and squeezed thighs, that was now. "I think I will. See ya around, Pepe."

He got on his bike and zoomed to his next destination. With the baskets occupied by the painting, he clutched the bouquet against the handle bar tightly. Violet petals fell off and fluttered down onto the road, forming a neat trail behind him. He prayed that most of the flowers would remain on their stems by the time he got there. Fortunately they had, and he parked his bike out in front of a rather extravagant looking gate. It pardoned off a long driveway leading up to a large house, almost a mansion. Emblazoned on the gate's bars were the letters B B, one glyph for each bar. The stone post next to it had a panel for an intercom. With his hyacinths in one paw and the canvas in another, he pressed the call button.

Bzzzt!

He stepped back and waited. About half a minute later, a female voice crackled out of the speaker. "Hello?"

"Yes! Hello! This is Pepe Le Pew."

He was just ready to say why he was there when the speaker started screeching. "Ahhhh! Pepe! Come on in, come on in!" Suddenly there was a loud clacking noise, and the gate swung open.

"Thank you!" He bounded through the gates and up the driveway towards the front porch. Before he made it there he heard a window slide open a floor above him. He skidded to a stop and looked up.

There, hanging halfway out of the window with her paws gripping the pane, was Lola Bunny. She was wearing a white tank top over her creamy brown fur. Her long bunny ears flopped down past her exuberant expression, one made all the more ecstatic-looking thanks to her large mouth and expressive eyes. "Hey there!" she shouted down at him. "What brings you here?"

"Lola! My dear!" He pulled his flat cap off and bowed his head. "I've come with new art, looking for a buyer. If you would do me the great pleasure of looking at it, I would forever be in your debt."

"Oh I'd love to!" She gasped and put her paw over her heart. "Are those flowers for me?"

He thrusted them up at her. "If you would be so kind as to take them from me, then yes!"

She squealed. "I'll be right down!" She backed out of the window and slammed it shut. Pepe, feeling even brighter now that he had been greeted so genially, walked up the porch steps. He wasn't even on the welcome mat before the door swung open to reveal a very excited rabbit. In a flash, her arms were around his trunk, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

"Hoooo! Ahaha... Yes... It is lovely to see you too, madame." She let go of him and locked eyes with the brilliant poof of purple flowers. "I bought these for you, courtesy of Ms. Petunia. You like them?"

She tilted the bouquet towards her face and took a deep breath. Her fuzzy bunny tail flicked behind her. "Oh, Pepe, they're gorgeous," she sighed. "I'll have them put in a vase." She took the bouquet out of his paw. She noticed the canvas cradled in his arm. "And what's that? Did you paint something for us?"

"Yes!" He held the paper-wrapped canvas. "I wanted to show you and Monsieur Bugs to see if you would like to buy it. I painted it last night."

"Oooooh... What is it?"

He wagged his finger. "Ah, ah, ah... That is for you and your husband to see. Where is he? Is he home?"

"As a matter of fact..." said a nasally voice from behind Lola. A paw appeared from inside the door and opened it all of the way. Bugs Bunny leaned up against the door and smiled at the skunk in front of him. Hanging from his tall, lanky frame was a red polo shirt and shorts. One of his enormous rabbit ears was held up straight while the other was bent at the middle. His signature buck teeth hung down from his upper jaw, coming close to his chin. "He is. What's up Doc?"

"Ah! There he is!" Pepe threw his arm out for a hug. Bugs reciprocated and pulled the skunk in for another tight embrace. Pepe smooched both of his cheeks, and the two of them let go. "How are you today, Monsieur Bunny?"

"Eh, I'm alright. Just wonderin' what a fellow like you's doin' handin' flowers over to my wife." His voice had the twang of a person straight out of inner city Brooklyn.

"Ah, do not be alarmed, my friend. I only come here to see if you would do me the honor of looking at this painting I made for you last night."

"Yeah, a little birdie told me. Come on in. I'll get you a drink and we'll have a look."

Pepe thanked him and stepped inside. Their foyer was impressive. The walls reached high into the second floor from which a dazzling crystal chandelier hung. An enormous rug was stretched beneath their feet, emblazoned with a giant WB logo. Coming here from his tiny house in the countryside made the humble skunk feel out of place. Luckily he had Tune Town's most famous residents to call friends and keep him company. That feeling of camaraderie was briefly broken once Bugs put his paw to his mouth and hollered out into the foyer. "Christopher!"

A few moments later a dog came scurrying in. He was dressed sharply in a white dress shirt and black bowtie. A pencil mustache sat on his lip. "Yes, Mr. Bunny?"

"We have company. Get the bar ready for us and Mr. Le Pew. I think I'll have a carrot juice and vodka." He looked at Pepe. "Do you know what you want?"

Pepe felt awkward being put on the spot. "I think I will have the same."

"Make it three," said Lola.

Christopher bowed at the waist. "At once, sir."

"Oh!" Lola scooted up to him and handed him the bouquet. "Put this in a vase with some water. Put it on the dining table." Christopher nodded again and left them.

"Alright then," Bugs said, clapping and rubbing his paws together. "Let's see what masterpiece you've got for us today!" They wandered off to the living room. Along the way Pepe spotted their many other art pieces. There were representatives from so many eras and so many legends. Picasso's, Warhol's, Renaissance, Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Cubism, Surrealism, it was all there. Pepe couldn't help but feel inadequate in their presence, like he didn't deserve to call himself an artist while standing next to the works of so many legends. He clung to his canvas tightly, hoping that he would garner some appreciation from his friends. The Bunny's living room sported large, white sofas without the faintest stain or disorder. The TV clinging to the wall was monstrously large, being longer than Pepe was tall. Beneath it was an electric fireplace, complete with a redundant set of pokers. The rug beneath the coffee table was a fluffy jungle of snowy softness. Pepe kept a wide berth of it, careful not to step on it.

Lola and Bugs sat down on the couch next to each other. "Come on! Rip it open and show it to us!" Lola begged. She pointed at the armchair across from the couch excitedly. "Lean it up against that!"

"Heh, alright. I admire your enthusiasm." Lola was bouncing in her seat. Bugs had his arm around her shoulder, looking happy to be a part of her excitement. Pepe carefully peeled the tape off of the paper wrap. He didn't want to rip it in case they didn't want to buy it and he had to bring it somewhere else. He pushed the beige paper off, revealing the tasty apple and its scraggly tree. He held it up on the ottoman with one paw and gestured to it. "Well? What do you think?"

Bugs pursed his lips and nodded his head. He didn't think it was half bad. Lola gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh my God... Pepe, I love it!" She nudged her husband. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Oh yeah, yeah! It's pretty nice." Pepe could tell he wasn't that impressed, but he wasn't about to tell that to his face. "You did that last night?"

"Yes. It came to me on the quickest whim." He pinched his fingers to his temple and pulled it away as if reeling out some thread from the core of his mind. "I cannot explain it. I thought of the apple, and I had to paint it." He scratched the back of his head. "Perhaps I could've spent more time on it."

"Oh, hush. That's nonsense and you know it," Lola insisted. "How much do you want for it?"

"How much are you willing to give me?"

The couple both opened their mouths to give a bid. Lola was faster. "Five-hundred!"

Bugs quickly shut his mouth and smiled. Whatever he was about to say was clearly smaller. "Yeah, what she said."

Pepe smiled back. "Five-hundred sounds wonderful! I'll accept that."

Lola hopped up and down on the couch cushion, clapping her paws excitedly. "Eeeeee! That's great! Christopher!"

The butler came into the room with a silver tray. On it were their three drinks. "Yes ma'am?"

"Please take this beautiful painting and put it somewhere safe. Call Sergio and tell him we have a new painting to put up. Also, make a check out for $500 to a Mister Le Pew."

Christopher bowed. "At once, madame." He walked up to Pepe and presented the tray. Inside the three glasses was an opaque orange liquid, garnished by a single stick of celery. Pepe took one and thanked him. He gave the rabbits theirs and left them, Pepe's painting in tow.

Pepe sipped the drink. He wasn't a terrible fan of carrots, nor did he care for vodka. He swallowed it regardless, so as not to appear rude to his very charitable hosts. Bugs seemed quiet while he took a deep swig from his. Lola squirmed her shoulders out of his arm and scooted away from him. She patted the space between them. "Come on and have a seat! Let's talk."

Pepe walked up to the couch and sat between them. His enormously floofy skunk tail sat in sharp contrast to the white cushions. His muscular frame created a giant divide between husband and wife. His thighs grinded against both of them. His and Lola's were thick with toned muscle, while Bug's were thin and scrawny. Bugs shifted uncomfortably and crinkled his nose at Pepe's smell. He scooted an inch away. while Lola remained firmly planted against him. She held her glass up in front of the skunk while she laid her head on his shoulder. "Cheers," she said.

The three of them clinked glasses. "Cheers!" said Pepe.

"Cheers." muttered Bugs, and they all took a sip.

They spent a few minutes talking about nothing in particular. There was the weather, sports, TV shows, current events, and whatever else passed their minds. Bugs wasn't much of a talker, at least not when his wife seemed to have the conversation monopolized. Pepe hardly ever even looked his way, Lola had taken hold of his attention solidly. It was hard to pay attention to anything else when her entire body was pressed against his with one knee on top of his thigh. Bugs pretended not to notice, but couldn't stop cutting the occasional glance at how her eyes sparkled when they looked into Pepe's. Bugs inhaled his drink before the other two were even half done with theirs. He asked for Christopher to refill him twice, eventually finding himself within a pretty serious buzz. He was ready to ask for a fourth when Lola abruptly cut him off.

"Actually, sweety, do you mind refilling ours too?" She held up her mostly empty glass. "Give poor Christopher a break, just this once."

Bugs seemed taken aback. "He can do it. What do I pay him for?"

"I know honey, but just be a doll for us and do it instead. It'll make me really happy..." She fluttered her eyelids at him while the glass swayed from her fingers.

Bugs sighed and collected their drinks. Pepe's wasn't even close to finished, but he didn't resist. "Yeah, I got ya. Just give me a minute." With the glasses pinched between his fingers, he lurched his way out of the TV room and disappeared into the hallway.

Just like that, a switch turned inside of Lola. Her paw creeped onto the center of Pepe's chest. Her fingers danced circles between his two, cinder block pecs. Her leg slid further onto his lap. She inched her mouth close to his ear, close enough so that he could smell the alcohol and carrots on her breath. "I'm glad that he's finally gone." Two of her fingers slid into the flap of his shirt. "Now I've got you all to myself~"

Pepe grinned. He could feel the heat of her womanhood humming against his hip. "Why, Mrs. Bunny, you're a married woman. What would your husband think?"

"Fuck whatever he thinks. What about what I think?" She dug her snout into the flank of his neck and kissed him softly. "Wanna know what I think?"

He had an idea. "No. What's that?"

"I think it's terrible how long it's been since you last gave me a visit~" The first button on his shirt popped, followed by the one beneath it, and then the one beneath that. Soon his shirt had fallen apart, revealing a topography of sharply curved muscles which she and many other women adored. She swam her paw around his abs, just above where a deep V pointed down into his crotch. Her lips pecked up his neck and found his jowl. She breathed hot, dank air across his ear. Her knee crept up his lap until it nudged the heavy bulge growing out of his lap. She grinded on him hard, rubbing that emanant moisture around his hip. "Why don't you and I make it worth the wait?"

Pepe looked at her hesitantly. In one sly move he could've put his paw on her rump or groped her breast. The proximity of her burning womanhood made calming down his growing organ impossible. "My sweet Lola, I would like nothing more than to make sweet love to you here on this couch, but for the sake of your husband and dear Christopher, wouldn't it be uncouth?"

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up about them." She silenced him with a sloppy smooch on his lips, sucking them into hers and mushing his cheeks. His eyes went round with surprise before they clamped shut under the weight of his passion. He coiled his arms around her midriff and pulled her closer. She slid on top of his lap, laying her moist crotch over his swelling mound. Their lips smacked loudly. Their tongues sparred and danced. He slithered his meaty paw down to her ass and grabbed an entire pawful. She jerked, then growled. She dazzled her fingers up and down his manly chest, unable to get enough of him. Her hips involuntarily humped on his cock. The barriers of fabric were thin, but they may as well have been brick walls. She pried her face off his with a wet gasp and sat up. Straddling his thighs, she scratched at his pant button and popped it free. Down came his fly, leaving only his underwear keeping her from sweet, sweet release.

"Wait!" Pepe exclaimed.

She snapped her head up and glowered at him. "What now?" She saw him looking past her with a very concerned look on his face. She whipped her head around, flinging her floppy bunny ears. Bugs was in the middle of the living room, watching them with what looked like surprise. He was carrying their drinks, two in one hand, one in the other. Neither of the lovers knew just how long he had been standing there, but they both suspected it had been a while. Lola caught her breath and gulped. She gave her motionless husband a smile. "Hey, sweety! What are you doing?"

Bugs was quiet for a moment. He lifted the glasses up. "I got our drinks."

"Oh! Yeah, um... Thanks..."

Bugs exhaled through his nose. "So, let me get this straight." His eyes drilled into Pepe's. "You show up at my house unannounced, you give my wife some flowers, you make us buy some painting off you, and now you've got your big fat paws on her ass? In my own house?"

Pepe realized how tightly his fingers were latched to Lola's haunch. "Ah..."

"And then... worst of all... You two decide to start without me?"

Pepe shrugged. "I'm terribly sorry, Monsieur, but Lola..." He smiled up at the gorgeous bunny whose paw was currently resting on his penis. "She cannot be contained, no?"

Bugs broke into a smile. "Yeah, tell me about it." He casually sat down at the armchair and set the drinks down at the table next to it. "I'll leave these two right here for when you want 'em. You two have at it~"

Pepe was ready to thank him, but was cut off by the eclipse of a very horny hotwife. "Isn't he sweet?" she cooed. Her fingers cradled his chin. "Letting us fuck right here in front of him."

"Yes, he is a very sweet man." Pepe's paw joined the other on her butt and gave her a solid honk. "Sweet for letting me make love to a beauty such as you~"

Lola giggled and brought her face down to his for more kisses. They were more slow and reserved this time, even though the arousal burned just as brightly inside of her as it had moments ago. With her cuck husband watching, however, she had an added incentive to take her time. She resumed undoing his pants, parting the flaps of his fly so that more of his bulging underwear was exposed. She was already face-deep in his musk, yet the increasing exposure of his manhood worked to make it all the more intense. Her entire body shuddered. Bugs saw the giddy shake of her bunny tail. His pants were getting tight around his crotch. He unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to around his ankles. He pulled his penis out of his underwear. It was a solid rod of hot pink flesh that thrummed inside of his paw while he stroked it. It fit nicely in his palm, much unlike the monster Lola was currently trying to free out of Pepe's lap.

She broke the kiss with him and slinked her paw all the way down into his underwear. Her fingers wrapped around a barbarously thick wallop of dense flesh. Jitters of delight buzzed up her arm as she touched it. She finally pulled it free, out of his waistband. There it was, the crown jewel of Pepe's seemingly fathomless masculinity. Sitting on his lower belly and reaching past his navel, Pepe's cock was something marvelous. Pitch black in color from its tip down to the hilt, it thrummed with reproductive potential that made Lola's insides shudder. Hanging from its root was a similarly impressive pair of plums which rested inside of a snowy white purse. His foreskin clung to the breadth of his glans tightly, slowly peeling itself back as he continued to harden. Many women were intimidated by it, which Pepe laid no blame for. He made sure its application fit the woman he was paired with, and if it proved too much, he still had his paws and tongue to deploy.

Lola was not one of those women. She fell deeply in love with it the first time she laid eyes on it, as did her husband who quite suddenly felt very inadequate. She grabbed it tenderly and felt the soothing pump of his blood along those heavy veins. She drifted her paw up and down his length until he reached his full size. She wanted nothing more than to hop on it or stuff it down her throat, but there was some teasing to be done first. She rolled over to the side, letting Bugs have a look. Bugs bit his lip. His grip on his penis tightened. Lola rested her head on Pepe's shoulder and cupped his fat scrotum. "Mmmm, look at this, baby. Isn't he amazing?"

"Yeah," Bugs huffed.

"God, it's so big. I love it so much." She stroked it some more. Pepe kept himself leaned back, content to let her do the teasing. He distracted himself by playing with her silky hair and marveling at its luster. "I wish you were big like this, baby," she said sadly.

"Yeah, me too," Bugs said with a frown.

"Mmmm." She looked over and saw him masturbating. "You don't even come close. He's just too amazing."

The pain stung Bugs' heart and made his cock even harder. "Yeah... Yeah..."

Lola slid off the couch, onto her knees. She waddled up to his legs and opened them with her finger. Her face was deep in the territory of his musk which burned at her nostrils and singed her eyes. It was almost too much, but the fire it lit inside of her cunny was too persuasive to make her stop. She cradled her paw underneath his cock and gave it a good, long lick up the shaft.

Pepe cooed. "Yes... I like that. You like that too, don't you?"

"Yes~" She pecked, licked and gobbed herself back and forth along his length, leaving a tumultuous mix of saliva and precum in her wake. Her twitchy bunny nose found itself at his hilt, and then between his balls. His fat bag of white fuzz hugged her snout, blessing her with every ounce of that potent odor. She huffed it like a junkie. Sniiiiiiifffffffffffffffff "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~" She fit one of his orbs into her maw and swirled her tongue around it. She suckled it and then pulled herself off with an audible pop!

"Easy now. Don't ruin your dinner~" Pepe quipped.

"I'll ruin myself all I want, Monsieur Le Pew." She rose to her feet and pulled off her tank top. What it uncovered was a nicely toned trunk, courtesy of her years of being a basketball player. Even more impressive was her thighs and glutes which she showed off by dropping her sweatpants, then her panties. The smell of Pepe's musk was joined by her feminine heat. Though it was utterly blanketed by his skunky aura, hers did everything it could to pierce through with its needle-sharp acidity. She took her bra off, landing her completely nude. Pepe hurried to join her, shaking off his shirt and kicking off his pants and underwear. She was on his lap in seconds, hovering her slavering cunt over his thunderous cock. Bugs continued to watch, blushing hard and masturbating steadily.

Pepe aimed his pole up for her, and she fell her vulva on its summit. "Huhhh..." She positioned herself perfectly until the shaft aimed down the barrel of her cunt. Then she came down, gaping her pussy on that wonderful column and claiming it inch by inch. "Oh... Oh God... Uhhhh..." In a few seconds he was entirely inside of her with her squelching vulva pressed to his ballsack. She threw her head back and let loose what had been a very deeply bridled moan. "Uhhhhhhhhhh~" She came back up, rematerializing his cock which shone in her pussy juices. She came back down and then back up, schlicking and schlocking her cunt and making Bugs' heart tear with jealousy. Pepe toyed with her ass, spreading it apart so that her hubby could see her pucker and the dreadful degree to which he gaped her pussy. He nuzzled the inside of her breasts as they drifted up and down the flanks of his snout with their gossamer softness. His paw came around to fondle her breast and thumb at her brown nipple. She swooned hard. "Oh God... Oh fuck... Pepe... Yes... Yes~"

"You like that, mademoiselle?" he asked in a tone so low that Bugs barely heard it. "It feels good to ride my cock in front of your husband?"

"Oh God, yes!" she all but hollered. "Huhhh... I love it so much... Yes~ Huhhhh... It's so good..."

"Tell him then. Let him know how amazing it feels~"

She looked over at her hubby with eyes tormented by a pleasure he could never supply her. "Oh, Bugs, baby... God... His cock feels so good. Ohhhhhhh, baby... Huhhh..."

Bugs continued stoking. He licked his lips. "I know it does, doll." His eyes were locked on that glorious onyx rod which continued disappearing into his wife. "I know it does."

But he really didn't, at least not to the extent Lola did. She never felt more like a woman than when Pepe was inside of her. He could hit places no other man could, least of all her pitifully endowed husband. She loved Bugs to pieces, but between him and the manly skunk currently beneath her, there was no comparison. She felt like she was flying. Her womanhood beamed with joy like a chorus of rainbows. She sang his praises for the whole world to hear, letting her husband know, or at least get an idea, of how miraculous it felt.

It became even more severe once she felt her climax coming on. It sharpened the pitch of her voice and quickened her movements. She barely had time to announce it verbally before it struck her like a train, blossoming the colorful lights inside of her into a cacophony of fireworks and explosions. She settled all the way down on his pole, smothering it with her quaking walls. "Huuuuuuuuuuaaaauuuuhhhhhh~~~!!!"

Pepe stayed relaxed, letting her go through it on her own time. He kissed the inside of her neck and massaged her buttocks. He felt a great rush of heat against his dick as she blessed him with her creams. "Ahhhh, very good, Madame Bunny. That was good, no?"

It was insulting to ask. "Ohhhh Pepe, darling~" She collapsed on top of him and hugged his neck. "Magnificent as always. God, I feel like an angel." She wiggled her ass on him.

"Ah, because you are my angel. You are as beautiful and kind as one, thus you should cum like one~" He looked past her and saw Bugs sitting on his chair, cock in his paw, no longer masturbating. He was panting hard, having just come off the edge of his own climax. Precum dribbled down his dick and welled in his fist. Pepe winked at him. Bugs winked back, albeit weakly.

With sudden renewed vigor, Lola shot up and pried herself off of his cock, leaving it slimy with the aftermath of her orgasm. She hummed her delight and rubbed around the space beneath her navel where she could feel his absence. "Whew... I think I could go for another one of those." She looked back at Bugs. "What do you think, sweety?" She didn't wait for an answer. She bent over the couch, jutting her muscular ass out at him and flicking up her bunny tail. She gave Pepe her best doe eyes. "Think you can make me cum again, big boy?"

"Madame, I am prepared to make you cum as many times as you like, even if it kills me." he vowed with his paw over his heart.

"Well then get over here and make it happen, skunk~"

Pepe accepted the challenge, getting off the couch and standing up next to her. He laid his fat cock across the top side of her buttock, reaching out far beyond her crack and beneath her tail. He swam his paw around her ass, then cocked it back for a playful spank. Lola jerked and her ass jiggled. She giggled and wagged her butt for more. Pepe chuckled and obliged her with another, then another. Bugs' heartbeat was rapidly escalating. He almost didn't like seeing her treated so roughly, no matter how much she enjoyed it. But alas, there was nothing he could do about it. Looking at Pepe's impressive array of muscles and that divine cock currently stretched across the top of his wife's ass, he knew he was powerless. With a blazing hot face he relaxed into the chair and resumed doing what he was best at: jerking off to another man fucking his wife.

Once her butt had been thoroughly toyed with, Pepe stepped up behind her with his cock aimed at her cunt menacingly. Her legs were parted as far as they would go and her tail was tilted almost parallel to her back. She needed him inside her that badly. Suddenly he grabbed her waist, startling her. He held his cock and pressed it against her cunt, then slid it back inside, where it belonged. Lola melted on the couch, barely keeping herself up while she gripped the backrest. Pepe pulled back and thrusted forward, thus beginning the first act of his performance. Pepe considered himself a painter, if an amatuer one, but his truest artistry lied in his ability to fuck women. He knew every woman had their own personal tastes, their own limits, that one special button that, when pressed, unlocked the very core of their psyche. More than just a handsome stud carrying a hefty piece, he could read every woman for what made them tick. He knew Lola's body quite well, applying his mitt-sized paws where they were needed, which was around the delicate curves of her hips, trunk, thighs, and ass. She liked his thrusts to be deep yet fluid, nothing like a jackhammer, or at least not in the beginning. An added touch was him bending forward slightly so that his face hovered over the back of her head. There she could hear every grunt and heave, letting her know just how much he was enjoying it too.

Bugs' view was limited to the clench and unclench of Pepe's rotund buttocks, that and the giant underside of his erect skunk tail. The most of his wife that he could see were the inside of her legs, her feet, and the very bottom realm of her pussy which clapped under the impact of his balls. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough. He stood up and kicked his pants off of his ankles. Dick in paw, he waddled up to the couch and sat down on the cushion next to them. Now he could see the pleasure contorting Lola's face and the full length of what Pepe was drilling into her.

Pepe spotted him and grinned. "Decided to- ah... Join us, eh? Ooh... Huh..."

"Yeah," Bugs' said with a laugh. "Thought I'd buy me a front row ticket."

"Oh, well I assure you, I'll make it worth every penny. Although I have to warn you." He grunted. "You're in, how they say, the splash zone~"

Bugs rubbed his cock. "Sounds fine to me~"

Lola was mostly deaf to their conversation. She knew Bugs was close, but could hardly register any of his words beyond "ticket" and "fine to me". Not that she was in the mood to pay him any attention. She was busy moaning loudly, panting Pepe's name, and pressing at her clit with her finger. Soon she felt another orgasm coming, and announced it properly. "Ohhh, fuck... I'm cumming... Huhhh! Oh God!"

"Again?" Pepe teased. "That's twice now? Do you really think you earned it?"

She answered by cumming on him hard. Yet another doleful wail bellowed out of her chest. More of that luscious nectar flowed out of her cunt and coated Pepe's still-thrusting pillar. Her buttocks and legs, normally stout and ungiving, threw themselves into erratic spasms, jiggling her furry skin. The muscles along her thighs bulged hard, looking ready to snap.

Pepe didn't stop. Indeed, he picked up the pace. "Ohhhhhhhhh, that is a sweet girl. Yes, you like cumming like that on this dick, don't you?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

"Call it a hunch," said Bugs. "But I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Pepe and Lola both laughed. Lola briefly caught some control over her voice and spoke. "Ohhh... Pepe... Wait a minute... Stop for one sec..."

He grinded to a halt and rubbed around her back. "Yes, my sweet? Is everything alright?"

"Uhhh... Yeah... Everything's fine. I just wanna get on my back really quick."

Pepe stepped back, pulling out of her and leaving her cunny gaping. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Lola slipped off the backrest of the couch and landed on her back parallel to its length with her head towards Bugs. She tilted her head up and saw his pink bunny cock, still in his grasp. She politely pushed his paw aside and started rubbing it herself. "Having fun, sweety?"

Bugs had to breathe through his mouth. "Oh yeah..."

"Mmmm, me too."

Pepe took the opportunity to kneel on the couch in front of Lola's yawning legs. He grabbed his wet pecker and tenderly reinserted it. Lola gasped and brought her finger back down to her clit while she fucked him, but for once her attention remained on her husband. She caressed his pink pillar between just her three fingers, then carefully guided it down into her mouth. Bugs melted where he sat, rolling his eyes back into his head. Her tongue slathered his cock while the underside of her jaw bulged and flexed with each suckle. Pepe continued his own work, feeling immensely happy to watch the two loved ones share their bodies for once. It didn't last long, sadly. Bugs had already been on the edge ever since the escapade started. Lola's mouth didn't just push him off of it, but rather slingshotted him straight into the abyss. His reddened face scrunched as his cock exploded in her mouth, filling it with thin, watery ropes of his seed. Lola barely flinched, suckling him for every drop and flickering her tongue.

Pepe thought it was beautiful, but was suddenly distracted by the approach of his own orgasm. He moaned out loud, signaling what was about to happen. He was prepared to ask Lola where she wanted it, but her mouth was too occupied to answer. With the pressure building at the head of his cock like an unattended boiler, he had to think fast. Inside, or out. He chose both One, two, three more heavy thrusts and the skunk was done. His balls slammed into her vulva as his torso curved itself back and his teeth bared into a snarl. "Hhhnnnnnuuuuaaaaaaahhhh~!" His cock erupted with a force appropriate to his size. The muscle running along its underside throbbed mightily with each pump, billowing hot seed across her womb and walls. After only the second spurt he pulled back and unplugged her. He grabbed his cock and rapidly started jerking around his foreskin. More blasts of cum rocketed out of him, spreading out like a blast of shrapnel. Droplets of pearly oil struck the underside of her tits and splattered her tummy. "Gaaaaahhhhhhhhh..."

Lola's mouth opened around her husband's cock to let in a sharp gasp as she felt Pepe's cum spurt inside of her, then across her exposed belly. She looked down to witness the last few drops fly out of him until there was nothing left but drivel. She rubbed around her properly used cunny and murred. She had to swallow the last bit of Bugs' cum before she could talk. "Oh, Pepe... You've out done yourself~"

He was leaning back, catching his breath. The smell of his musk was now amplified by the presence of his sweat. "Yeah? I thought so too." He gazed upon the muscular plain he had laid claim to. It was his canvas, his cum the oils, his cock the brush. It was art, true and simple. He looked up at the man he had just cucked. "And how did you enjoy it, Monsieur Bunny?"

Bugs was laid out against the couch, lost in a daze. He licked and wiped his lips. "Holy shit... Holy shit... Yeah, that was amazing. Fuck." He looked down at the mess Pepe had made. "Wow... Big as always."

Pepe chuckled and stroked out what few drips remained inside of his tubing, letting it drip on Lola's already oozing pussy. "I'm afraid I can't help it. Your wife sure knows how to bring it out of me~" He scooted away from her and gestured to her. "She's all yours now."

Bugs was off the couch in an instant, circling around to where Lola's cunt awaited him. He laid down on his belly between her legs, coming face to face with that slimy swamp of skunk seed and bunny cunny. He closed his eyes and dived in, slithering his tongue into her and lapping up that debaucherous pool. Lola murred and played with his ears. He mushed and swam his face around, slurping and swallowing every morsel that he could. Once it was all gone, he moved on up to her tummy where he suckled up every droplet of cum, finally coming up to her bosom where he suckled her nipples inbetween licking up the mess.

Pepe stayed quiet, knowing that it was all between them now. Lola loved humiliating her husband, and Bugs loved being humiliated, but that was only because they loved each other. Despite appearances, there wasn't an iota of malice between them. Pepe belittled the famous rabbit only because they asked him to. They were all sincere friends who took care of each other, albeit in rather unorthodox ways. Pepe would've done anything for them, be it fucking her while he watched or otherwise, although he considered that to be the absolute best thing they could've asked him to do.

The last bit of cum was gone, and Bugs laid on top of her, kissing her. They whispered sweet somethings to each other, most of which Pepe couldn't hear. He didn't mind. That was their business. He stood up and did a big stretch. Lola looked up at him with Bugs gnawing at her neck. "Are you leaving?"

"Ahhh... I fear I am, if that's all that's needed of me."

Bugs pulled his face out of her neck. "Nonsense! You stay here and we can have some more drinks."

He took a deep breath. He knew what that really meant. I swear, these two will be the end of me. He gave them a warm smile. "Of course."