The love bond
This first lemon of a Looney toons between Wile E. Coyote and a Female Roadrunner but not one, two of them okay so don't judge and no flames. I don't know anything.
'I caught him. I. Finally. Fucking. Caught him.' Said a brown coyote in his thoughts hold a blue bird by the neck with his teeth. So many years, so many fucking years he tries to catch him, so many schemes and traps and all have failed. Now he has finally caught him now what to do with him. The bird didn't do nothing but stare at him; the coyote was too business thinking about what to do the bird that he felt a wet sensation on his cheek. 'What the hell was that I felt 'thought the coyote? Another wet sensation 'serious what is that' now the coyote realize it is properly the roadrunner. He turns his head a little without hurting his soon-to-be-dinner and gets a good look at the roadrunner and froze. The roadrunner Then the coyote get a long look at the bird and freezes.
He immediately noticed two things as he looked back on his feathered captive: for one, he had six-inch eyelashes. This startled him a little; in all the years he was chasing this bird, he never got a good long at it, mostly because by the time he did, he was looking at a dust cloud. Another thing wile noticed was that he-who he now knew was a she. Looking at him different. Her eyes were half-lidded and her smile was more sultry. There were bits of fur on her tongue, an obvious clue that she was licking his neck. The coyote was shocked, to say the least; he felt his light blush start to spread around his face. This was a side of the Roadrunner that he'd never seen before. Even more shocking was what happened next.
Roadrunner kissed him.
This wasn't a big deal; kissing someone to escape was one of the oldest cartoon tricks in the book. Usually, it surprised and disgusted the captor, causing them to let you go so they could gag. What made it a big deal was the fact that she didn't stop. Not until the poor coyote broke the kiss by letting go and pushing her away.
A shocked Wile started gasping for air as if he almost drowned in a pool. As he saw his quarry escape over the horizon, leaving a dust cloud in her wake, he started coming to grips with what just happened. A bird that he's been chasing for decades-who, for just as long, has assumed was male, but was really the opposite-had just kissed him.
On the mouth.
In broad daylight.
The very thought of what happened to him caused him to wipe his mouth furiously in disgust; this was a whole new level of humiliation he's experiencing. Nobody, not even Bugs Bunny, has ever kissed him like that before, even if it was to escape.
So, why was he still blushing?
If he was disgusted by the kiss, he shouldn't be blushing period. Yet, he was for-what he seemed-no reason whatsoever. But, why?
Wile quickly shook the cobwebs out of his head and got serious for a moment. Kiss or no, his meal ticket got away. He pushed all thoughts on the previous subject out to make room for a plan to get the Roadrunner back in his hands again, hopefully in a more permanent manner.