Check it out! Satoru123's back, with a new story with a romantic and dramatic plot twist. Presenting the big debut of a new Pepé Le Pew and Penelope Pussycat fanfic, and this will be easier to stomach than the Creepypasta so don't worry! Looney Tune Characters are owned by Warner Bros. OC's are owned by me. Dedicated to my sweetie Reyuta. Happy Reading!


Chapter 1: What are the Odds

May 7th

Paris, France

The school bell was ringing at Fremont Lycée (French for High School), it was a red building adorned with purple and gold drapes and a letter on the front of the building, a symbol of their school athletics team known as the Fremont High Kings. It was a cool May Monday morning, even though the sun was out.

Anyway, a black skunk with a soft white tummy with a tuft of white hair over top of his head was walking to his locker swinging his black, white striped tail back and forth wearing black pants with a white shirt wearing the school's purple vest with a gold outline on his sleeve. It was Pepé Le Pew, 16, Junior in High School, delayed in the height area at still about 5'6", since 8th grade.

"Sacre bleu! Another school year of discontent! Well, after the next semester's done, I won't have to deal with it anymore! Hallelujah!" He raised his arms in the air.

Two blonde haired, green eyed girl skunks, both cheerleaders. were walking by chatting about their dislike of classes, which of course sparked that romantic flame in our amorous little skunk. "And thank Dieu (God) for sending such foxy femmes to Earth for me!" He immediately zipped over to them and stopped them. "Why bonjour there, if you know me, then you know that I am a simple diamond in the rough looking for the hand of a beautiful woman; and you two so far are perfect."

"Hmm! Well, aren't you a little charmer?"

"Hey you!" A pair of muscular jock skunks walked up to him. "I don't know who the heck you think you are, but take a hike; these are our copines (girlfriends) you little punk!"

"Hey hey, now now! I'm sure we can settle this like calm, mature individ-." Pepé was cut off with a slug to the face. He wiped the blood from his mouth. "I see your point Monsieur." He stands up and dusts himself off. "Désolé (sorry)." With that, he took his books out of his locker and promptly left.

"Darn that Pepé Le Pew! Who does he think he is?" One of the jocks complained.

"I know! He's always going around asking out every single girl he sees; the little lech!"

A third couple came up, the girl was a fellow skunk with black wearing glasses and a labcoat and a boy with his black hair in a ponytail wearing the same kind of attire. "He's nothing but a con artist and a pervert!" The boy said.

Unbeknownst to them, Pepé was around the corner listening in on the conversation.

"I bet he thinks more with his junk than with his actual heart, or brain for that matter!" The jock said.

"Ha! That's an understatement! The only thing in his head is what controls his junk! I bet he'd even go as far as flirting with his own mother, just to get laid!" One of the students said walking by. Pepé bowed his head in shame.

"Hey come on! He's just misguided, I'm sure he doesn't mean any harm!" One of the girls said.

"The principal should just kick his butt to the curb and expel his lewd butt!" The student said.

Pepé ran off covering his face in his arm up to the rooftop garden where he sat on the bench clenching his fists. "I'm a lech, am I? I only think with my junk, do I; flirt with my own mére (mother), do I? The nerve! What the heck do they know?! Why don't they just shut their mouth? They don't know anything!" He yelled into his tail, holding back his tears.

Just then, as he was self-loathing, a beautiful 14 year old Freshman girl skunk walked into the garden and saw him. She had beautiful blonde hair, with bright ocean blue eyes about 5'2" with a small build, her fur with black with a white underbelly much like Pepé's but her tail was white with two black stripes. "Umm bonjour, is something the matter?" She asked in a Southern accent, despite the French pronunciation.

Pepé looked at the girl wiping his tears and his eyes immediately filled with hearts, but he remembered all that the students had said and looked away nonchalantly. "No, I'm fine. Merci Madame."

"I'm Naomi Ancelina, and you are?"

"Pepé Le Pew. Dashing romantic expert, or at least I try to be." He smiled kissing her hand.

"Wow, you are quite a charmer, non?"

"Well, you are quite a belle fille skunk. Are you new here by chance?"

"Oh non non, I am a Freshman but I've been here since September, we're just meeting now though. So tell me about yourself."

A few minutes went by with Pepé and Naomi going on about their childhood, and some of the struggles they had to face with become teenagers. Turns out that Naomi's father would beat her and her mother up if they ever stepped out of line, but he would constantly cheat on other women. Her mother ended up divorcing him and he went to prison later that year for rape charges and aggravated assault against other girls.

"Wow, I can't believe that your own father was such a cruel person." Pepé said, angrily. "Sitting there, treating you and your mother like garbage. It's despicable."

"What's your family like Pepé?"

"Mother, peré (father), 3 fréres (brothers), 4 soeurs (sisters), I'm the oldest, maybe I can introduce you sometime; so it's just you and your meré huh?"

"Well, no I have an older soeur, but she left because she couldn't stand her father no more." Naomi pulled a golden heart necklace out of her shirt and opened it showing her hugging her sister, she was sticking a peace sign over top of her hair, she had blonde hair and blue eyes like Naomi, but her body was way more developed, she had a nice curvy physique, with D-cups and fairly strong legs and arms. She was wearing small jean shorts up to her thighs, with a small black blouse.

Pepé panted like a wolf, completely infatuated with her sister's picture. "Wow, she's trés jolie (very pretty)!"

Naomi giggled at him. "Whoa, down boy, she's at least 5 years older than you. But, you know..." Her face became flushed and she shyly rubbed her arm. "You kinda interest me. I don't see why any girls wouldn't be fawning over you, you seem like quite the sweet boy Pepé and you're quite handsome too."

"Merci chérie, and you are quite dare I say, foxy girl yourself. Maybe, we could try to date a little... dinner, dancing, and a little old fashioned make out. For example..." Pepé smirked, holding her in his arms, before giving her a very passionate kiss.

Naomi pulled her face away from him smiling. "Calm down, save it for our dates sugar." She winked.

Pepé blushed in response smirking at her. "I may not be able ma chérie."

With that, Pepé and his new sweetheart Naomi started dating. They were a cute couple, very romantic and sweet to each other. Most of the girls at the school were jealous that they never realized how much of great boyfriend/lover potential Pepé Le Pew had. However, after the year of courting, graduation was fast approaching which would considerably cause trouble for him and Naomi...

Pepé was sitting on the step humming a tune, when Naomi walked up to him. She sat down next to him, when she smiled at him, he looked away a bit upset. "Pepé sugar, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, but since graduation is tomorrow, I'll be going off to college soon. I may not be able to see you anymore. We need to find partners in a closer vicinity to be with, someone we can hold, and kiss, cuddle and dance with. "

Naomi hugged him close with tears in her eyes. "But Pepé; it's not fair! We were doing so well! We even talked possibly about marriage and starting our own fabian (family)! Pepé si vous plait; don't do this!"

Pepé kissed her deeply. "I'm sorry ma chérie; I really am! I should get going to class now." With that, he walked off. "Au revoir!"

Naomi reached out for him, heart broken and confused. Her knees weakened, but not from his warm embrace or soft lips she had loved so much, but from anger, disbelief, and pain. "Pepé, come back! S'il vous plaît!" She cried softly.

Graduation came and went, Pepé was expecting a congratulatory hug and kiss from Naomi, but she hadn't shown to school that day or for the rest of the week. Pepé hadn't heard from her since and was stricken with grief for her safety. For most of the summer, he was depressed and full of guilt to the point he started smoking and drinking, much to his parent's shock and displeasure; but since he was now 18, it was out of their hands.

Autumn had come around, and college was starting up. Pepé had to take a mandatory drug test before enrolling in The American University of Paris (which is in fact a real college), but since he had stopped a few weeks prior to starting school, he was given a clean bill of health and allowed in. He had decided to go for his Liberal Arts Degree, since he had an interest of writing since Kindergarten.

His first class was Theatre, and his teacher Mr. Beaumont, was taking role call. Pepé was too busy daydreaming to pay attention. "Andre."

"Here."

"Antone?'

"Here Monsieur."

"Pepé..." No response so he called again. "Pepé!" He shouted.

Pepé jumped and fell out of his seat landing on his tail. "Desolé Monsieur. I'm here!"

"Keep your head out of the clouds during class Pepé."

"Oui Monsieur."

"Pussycat! Pussycat! Penelope Pussycat." He looked at the empty seat next to Pepé. "Hmm... guess she's not here."

Just as the teacher was about to mark her absent, Penelope raced in. "No wait! I'm here Mr. Beaumont!" She said, huffing and puffing. She was a black cat, with a white belly and black eyes. She had a somewhat chubby figure but still very fit looking. "I was on my way to the school when I slipped and fell in some white paint!" She showed the class the white stripe on her back and tail.

Pepé howled like a wolf and zoomed over to work his magic. He kissed her all over her cheek as if she was a friend that hadn't been seen in years. "Bonjour, femme beau skunk. Forgive me for being so straightforward but you are si belle (so beautiful), I can't help but want you."

She extended her claws and scratched him across the face knocking him down, breathing hard.

"Monsieur Le Pew, take your seat or I will give you a demerit! Keep your hands to yourself during class. Penelope, take your seat s'il vous plaît."

She looked over at the empty seat next to Pepé who adorned it with a pillow and candles, and looked up to the ceiling. "Oh Lord God in Heaven, give me this strength to make it through this semester!" She muttered to herself, sitting next to him.

To be Continued...


Well, that's the first chapter, hope you liked it. Next one will be up soon. Peace!