When the Cameras aren't Filming (Part 29)
Beep Beep the Roadrunner, Wile E Coyote, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Foghorn Leghorn and the rest are not my creations nor do I claim any rights over them (at all), and are being used in acknowledgment of that. While the Roadrunner is a property of Warner Brothers, Beep Beep the Roadrunner is the property of Gold Key Comics (to the best of my knowledge and abilities).
I should warn you that this chapter contains depictions of male on male inter-species sex. If that bothers you, I apologize and suggest you wait for the next chapter. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy it.
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Bugs and Daffy were home from Circa 59. Soon, the word of their relationship would be out. Even though it was a small paper, those sort of stories tended to spread like wildfire from one paper to another, moving on to magazines, news reels and television. They would soon know if the world would accept them as they are, or drive them away forever.
So the two of them lay together in Bug's bed. Daffy was too nervous to sleep. He wasn't so much concerned about his own career as he was about Bug's career, but Bugs seemed to be pretty calm about anything the world threw his way. So he did his best to calm Daffy's fears by letting the duck lean against him with his strong arm around the quivering duck's shoulders.
"Gee doc," said Bugs, "You're a nervous wreck."
"I'm sorry, Bugs," he replied, "but I'm so worried about what I've done to you."
"You ain't done nuthin, doc," answered Bugs with a smirk, "You's da best friend I've had. More than friends,.. I love you. I want you to be as happy as I am. I don't have any drugs around that would help, but I think there is something I can do... to make you a bit more comfortable."
"You would?" asked Daffy, "What could you do for me now?"
"You'll see," he replied with a wink. With that, Bugs crawled under the covers until he was somewhere around the duck's hips.
"Bugs?" said Daffy, "What are you... Oh, my..."
There was soft noises under the covers. Daffy laid back until his head was pressed deep into the pillow. A minute or so passed as he breathed a bit heavier and found himself sweating a bit more.
"Oh Bugs," he panted, "That's so good... I never dreamed you'd do this for me..."
The sheets bobbed up and down around his crotch area. Another minute passed.
"Oh Bugs, this is even better than I dreamed it would be..."
The sheets continued to bob up and down around his crotch area. Yet another minute passed. Daffy was moaning his pleasure to the world. His back was slightly arched from his arousal running up and down his spine.
"I'm not sure I can hold it back much longer," panted the duck.
And then he couldn't hold back anymore. Daffy groaned as he released his wad. After another dozen or so seconds, he collapsed. Then Bugs slipped up from under the covers over Daffy's abdomen and chest. He surprised the duck by going right into a full lip lock kiss with him.
"Mmmpphhh!" moaned Daffy into the kiss. The kiss was deep, and there was some tongue exchanged as well as another thing or two.
When Bugs broke off the kiss, he asked, "Feeling better, doc?"
"Yes," he replied, "like I let some of my anxieties go with my..." He couldn't find the words to continue.
"I know," replied the rabbit with a wink. There was something white that was dripping down his right cheek. Daffy leaned in and licked it off the rabbit's face. Bugs responded by embracing Daffy with a hearty hug that pinned the duck's arms to his sides.
"I don't deserve someone as nice as you, Bugs," said Daffy after an awkward pause.
"Don't sell yourself short," chided Bugs, "It's not for mortals like us to judge that sort of thing. I'm not sure if there's anyone who's truly qualified to determine who is or isn't deserving."
"Then when do you know?"
"You don't ever truly know," answered the rabbit, "so ya just gotta go with what your heart and your gut tells ya. My heart says you're worthy of what I do for you. My gut says what happens to me is not as important as making you feel good about yourself is."
Daffy put his head on Bug's shoulder and cried. He cried tears of fear and joy, of anxiety and relief.
"Don't let anyone tell you that you ain't worthy of me. I won't let them get away with dat, even if it's from your own beak. So just let it all go. I won't judge you... ever." He used one hand to pat Daffy's back in a comforting sort of way.
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"Look Miss Hendershot," said Foghorn, "Wile E, I think my little friend here needs a moment to... clean himself up. So I hope you all won't mind if we use the executive washroom to help Beep Beep... compose himself. He knows he needs to be strong for his wife and their children, I say, I say."
"Of course Mister Leghorn," she replied as she set the gold key to the executive washroom and it's accompanying gold plated name tag on the edge of the desk.
With Beep Beep under one arm, he took the key with the other, and escorted the distraught Roadrunner out of the office. Beep Beep was too depressed to even pay attention to where they were going. He could only look at the floor as they walked. Before he knew it, the two of them were in the fancy and expensive men's room. It wasn't like there was more than one, but then there wasn't really any female executives at the Studio either.
He escorted the smaller bird to a stall, and seated him on the ivory toilet. "I know, I know we've not been together in years, son, but this is tha only thing I can think of to help you. I know, I know, you have a lovely wife and all, but when you ain't with the one you love, you gotta be with the one you all are with. You all get my drift, son?"
The Roadrunner didn't not respond. He leaned down into the smaller bird's loins. At first, there was no response at all, but as minutes passed, the Roadrunner began to liven up. He leaned back against the toilet tank, threw his head back open beaked, and was soon panting. The old rooster worked without pause and without taking anything more than a shallow breath through his nose.
"Beep beep." he panted, which roughly translated as, 'Oh Foghorn, you've always taken care of me. I thought I was over you,.. but I was wrong. You even thought I would get over you. But I still love you. I'll still always love you. Matilda and the children may have half of my heart, but you hold the other half.'
A few more minutes passed as Foghorn worked and Beep Beep panted, but it seemed all too soon that the Roadrunner was experiencing the release of sexual energy that he only shared with his wife for years and years. When he was done, the larger rooster partly stood and kissed him beak to beak.
"Beeeeeeeeep..." moaned the Roadrunner, which roughly translated as 'Mmmmmm...'
Foghorn looked Beep Beep in the eyes, and said "I know the Miss Hendershot... I mean, the Studio... is gonna get you all the money you all need... but I promise I'll make sure that there's another $25,000 in unmarked, unsequenced bills available should those bastard kidnappers up the ante again... I swear if they all harm one feather on your beloved wife's body... I'LL MAKE THEM PAY! You're still the one I've loved the most in my life, and woe be unto ANYONE who would make you all cry!"
"Beep Beep," he said quietly, which translates as, 'I don't know where I'd be without you.'
"Don't worry about it, son."
"Beep Beep," he said quietly, which translates as, 'I don't know how I'll ever repay you.'
"And no payment is ever going to be asked for either. Now lets get you cleaned up and back to the office. We don't want to miss any messages from the kidnappers, no do we?"
The Roadrunner nodded as Foghorn led him off the toilet and over to the sink.
