Introduction of Le Pew Tails.
Note: This is a romance. Pepe/Penelope pairing. The characters wear clothes and have ages. (Why do they wear clothes compared to the cartoon(s), I don't know. That is how I pictured them for this story.) I find it hard to write sexuality, but I promise it will be intimate and romantic as possible. Just to be safe, I am rating it T. Please be free to review and please be honest. I will not be offended by any suggestions or such. Suggestions may improve my writing. Anyway, enough of me yakking away…
The story starts with Penelope Pussycat on the run to Orleans, France, her hometown. (No, she is not French. You'll have to read on to find out.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pepe le Pew or Penelope Pussycat.
I own the characters: Leonardo, Bryony, Guiliane,Francine, Nanny Scarlett, her family and Tom Queens.
Le Pew Tails
By:
bellechat
Chapter One.
Return to Orleans
The cold rain beat upon her whole body. She actually prayed the rain would wash away the darn stripe. Cars zoomed past her causing puddles to rise and spray her. She shivered and sniffed because she felt like she was coming down with a cold. A terrible, have-to-stay-in-bed cold.
"Only two more miles," she said between her chattering teeth. "Oh, it is so cold and wet. I hate it when it rains! Especially on a night when I afraid of being out alone. He could be anywhere."
She eyed around her surroundings cautiously for him. The only problem was that she could hardly see in this rain.
"Almost there," she groaned, spotting a dim figure of a sign post.
She turned left and then right. She was in an alleyway leading to a train station not too far away. She took a sharp turn to what looked like a huge crate, but it was really her childhood home.
"Mam?" she called out as she reached under the welcome mat for the spare key. "Papa? Guiliane? Francine?" She finally found the spare key and let herself in.
A warm hallway welcomed her. The tile floor was spic and span as usual. Muslin curtains (which were always drawn) hung by the windows. The parlor was toasty with the fire in the fancily decorated fireplace and the dust-free mantelpiece. Five pieces of furniture were moved throughout the room. A huge white leather sofa and a smaller white leather sofa faced opposite of it. A white loveseat was next to the entrance of the parlor. A lovely red recliner chair sat near the small sofa and a big red velvet easy chair stood near the fireplace.
A black cat dressed in a business suit and house-robe sat in it, reading a newspaper.
"Papa?" she said softly.
The cat looked from the newspaper and almost dropped his smoking pipe.
"Why Penelope!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here all wet and cold?"
"I will tell you later," Penelope said.
Penelope Pussycat was now glad to be home as her papa hugged her.
"Here, let me take this," he said, lifting a black duffle bag from Penelope's grasp.
"Now, let us get you dry and have something prepared to eat. How about fine salmon in a red wine sauce, with portabella mushrooms and cream spinach? Your favorite?"
"Please." Penelope said holding back a sneeze.
Penelope went down the hallway to the finest bathroom and dried herself with coarse towels. A knock on the door was soon heard.
"Penelope?" a voice said. "It is Francine; I have a nightdress, a bathrobe and slippers for you."
"Thank you, sister." Penelope answered. She opened the door a crack and was handed the articles of clothing. She put them on and sighed contently.
Once she was in the dining hall a fine dinner was set out for her. A tall glass of brandy was filled for her by her papa's orders to the chefs.
A cat who looked a little bit like Penelope, but had a white tip at the end of her tail sat with him. She was Francine; Penelope's older sister by eight years. She was eating a chocolate brandy pudding.
"Eat up," she said. "You do not want me to eat your brandy pudding."
Penelope sat opposite of her family and stuffed her face! She was so hungry from the long hike from Paris to Orleans.
"Now what happened?" Leonardo (Penelope's papa) asked.
"It is a very long story," Penelope said, cutting up the salmon into small bites. "I have been living in Paris since I was twenty and I have been stalked!"
"Oh, by who little sister?" said a female cat. A white and black cat with her tail half white as if some had dipped it came from the entrance. She held a martini glass full of a green drink.
"Guiliane," Leonardo said. "Penelope is hear from Paris and she is about to tell her story."
"Oh how dreadful for me to miss it," Guiliane said overdramatically. She sat next to Penelope and put her glass down.
"Well," Penelope started again. "I had been stalked by a…uh…gentleman named Pepe Le Pew. He chased me all over Paris. I first met him in the Cats Bah. I mean, Cas Bah."
"Casablanca," Leonardo corrected.
"I suppose," Penelope said with a sad sigh. "Anyway, I was there touring and he came out of nowhere and called me darling! I thought I saw the last of him when I left late that night on a cruise ship and sailed for Paris. I was wrong. A few months later, I met up with him again in a perfume shop where I fell out a window into a barrel of filthy rain water. I kept on crashing into him for the next few years and never thought of coming home. Yet, I feel like I should stay here for good now. I am afraid of him. I do not even want to get married now that I have seen how roughish men act around women."
"You will marry." A sharp voice that belonged to her mam said.
A white cat came in wearing a fine red dress and expensive jewelry.
"Hello Bryony Tzila," Leonardo said standing up with his daughters. It was a tradition to do this in the Pussycat household.
Bryony sat at head of the table and snapped her fingers, telling her husband she wanted a drink. Leonardo got up to make it.
"Penelope Peony Pussycat," she said to her youngest (and least favorite) daughter.
"You have got to stop turning down suitors that I have sent to you. You will end up alone and saaaadd."
"That goes the same for you as well, Guiliane Sabrina and Francine Tranquilla," she added to her favorite daughters.
"Yes dear Mam," the twin sisters both replied.
Leonardo returned with a drink for Bryony.
"Here you are Bryony Tzila," he said, handing it to her.
"Thank you, Leonardo Cadmus," she said.
The Pussycat family was entirely aristocratic-like. Bryony said everyone's first and second name as an address and her husband addressed only her that way as well. He never did that to his daughters.
The family was not European, but American. Leonardo and Bryony where from New Orleans, Louisiana. They thought life would be better in Europe so they decided to move there, only a week before Guiliane and Francine were born. Eight years later, Penelope came into the world without any twin like her sisters. Bryony had never wanted more than two children and left Penelope in the care of a nanny as soon as she was born.
Good old Nanny Scarlett had been off work because her son had become a proud father of triplets. Now that Bryony ordered her to take care of a "sickly baby" she had to let her son and daughter-in-law take control. However, Chanel (Nanny Scarlett's daughter-in-law) took the time to nurse Penelope along with her crying babies.
By the time Penelope was four she wanted to become friends with Nanny Scarlett's grandchildren; Chantal, Charisse and Cassius. Her mother did not approve of the two energetic girls and their rowdy brother at all. So Penelope, like her sisters, had no friends and was confined in a schoolroom at home.
Penelope hated how she lived at home and how she was raised. She was taught to be so judgmental and to not approve of "poverty" people. She had no social life and was always sent to bed very earlier so her parents could go out to dinner parties. They took Guiliane and Francine with them when she was only two and they were ten. Penelope never went to a party with her family out of the home. When the parties were out home she had to sit upright and watch the guests. How dull!
Mostly, Penelope never truly felt loved by her sisters or mother, but her father loved her dearly. He gave her nice clothes for her birthday and Christmas every year and would bring a stick a candy back from work every Friday.
Now, Penelope was facing what she hated; courting and arraigned marriages. She turned down all the suitors Bryony had presented to her and never wanted to see them again. They were just as Aristocratic as her family. She had liked Tom Queens for a while. He was a ginger colored cat. Yet, Penelope didn't want to marry him. He was too adventurous for her.
"Now, I have called Tom and he will come to see you tomorrow morning," Bryony said. "You will have a nice brunch together, take a stroll throughout our gardens and talk, and then of course, have a fancy dinner on us at Le Château Beau. You will enjoy it Penelope Peony."
"Yes, Mam," Penelope said.
"Figures she would force me to court while I am out here," she thought sadly.
Penelope sadly finished her dinner and went to bed, already dreading tomorrow.