Rabbit Rabbit

Daffy groaned as he stepped into the house. He took off his scarf and stomped his feet on the mat by the door to knock the snow off his feet. He'd had a long day and was eager to just be home, enjoying a warm cup of cocoa and maybe some kettle corn or pie, something to hit his sweet tooth just right.

He heard Bugs in the kitchen and thought nothing of it. This was his house too, so it wasn't unusual for the two of them to be in the same room together.

But as Daffy stepped into the room, he knew he should've knocked or something. His eyes were locked on his friend, leaning over a cookbook called CARROT DISHES AND OTHER DELICACIES with his hand going furiously between his legs. A jar of mayonaise was nearby, but that wasn't the worst of it all. Protruding from Bugs' ass was a large carrot, lubed up with cooking oil that was also nearby.

"Yeah we can't be friends anymore," Daffy said flatly, turning on his heel as Bugs moaned loudly and covered the page for carrot pie with a wad of cum.

Bugs emerged from the kitchen cleaned up as if nothing had happened. He went upstairs and found Daffy packing his bags. Bugs shook his head, "Come on, Daffy, that's not that bad, not as bad as what you do."

"Buying turkeys to relieve myself with his cheaper than a hooker AND a blow-up doll, otherwise I wouldn't," Daffy replied, tossing a sweater into a suitcase. "Besides, I do that in my room, and if you walk in on it, it's your own fault. I don't fuck myself in the communal kitchen then argue about how it's not that bad, because it is. You used perfectly good food in your activities too, and I bet you just put everything back like nothing ever happened."

"No, I eat the carrot, and the other things are hidden in my room. I have a mini-fridge," Bugs announced, crossing his arms. "What about when you have wild tranny three-ways in the living room?"

"Once a month, on the calendar, you're own fault for seeing," Daffy said, zipping up his suitcase. "Sorry, but you can't act like my sexual acts are worse because I let you know what's up, or I hide."

"Well you weren't supposed to be home yet. So there!" Bugs argued.

"Nope, I live here too and I could come home at any time. It's not like I have a real job or anything," Daffy spat, grabbing a coat and boots, "It's cold outside. Wouldn't want to forget these again. Goodbye, Bugs. Have a nice life."

"Where will you go? Porky's? Sam's?" Bugs asked.

"Who cares, Bugs? I'm outta here," Daffy replied, gathering his things and leaving the house. Bugs watched him leave then shrugged. He returned to the kitchen, snagging what looked like a carrot-shaped thermometer from the junk drawer. He flipped a switch and it started buzzing. Bugs smiled as he slathered on more cooking oil and shoved it into his ass. He was hard immediately and started rubbing his cock.

This time he moved to the living room, flipping the television onto the Weather Channel. As they showed a radar picture of the brewing winter storm outside, Bugs came and launched a spray of cum all over the screen. He left it there before moving into the kitchen and preparing a mug of hot cider.

~End