Hey guys, here's chapter 3 of The Tiny Toons Show.
Tony walked up to the door of an apartment, ringing the doorbell. It was the apartment of Fifi and her roommate. The door was then opened by none other than Fifi's roommate.
"Hey Tony," Fifi's roommate, another female skunk, greeted.
She was a tall, curvaceous pink skunk. She wore a mini tank top that showed off her cleavage, and denim booty shorts. It was quite a revealing outfit that showed off a ton of skin. Tony could see her cleavage, midriff, and everything from her upper thighs down to her bare feet. She was even more curvaceous than Fifi… and that was saying something.
"Hey Bimbette. Is Fifi here?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, come on in," Bimbette stepped aside, allowing the male skunk in, "She should be in her room," she told him as she closed the door.
"Thanks," Tony replied, making his way down the hall and to the second door on the left which seemed to be slightly ajar, "Hey Fifi, do you want to…"
Tony opened the door, only to pause midsentence. His face went red upon seeing Fifi. The French skunk was bent over, her tail raised with her ass in the air as it swayed from side to side. That would've been surprising enough if it weren't for the fact that she was wearing nothing but a bra and matching lacey panties. Plus… she was really camel toeing those panties, so he could see the outlines of her… private area. Fifi then looked over her shoulder.
"Oh, bonjour Tony," Fifi greeted him with a small smile.
"Oh, shit. Uh, Fifi, I… I didn't mean to—I-I mean… I didn't know you were changing…" Tony stammered as he turned his head, his face still red.
Fifi giggled and walked over to him. She then took his face into her hands and made him look at her.
"Did you like what you saw, petit pervers? (little pervert?)" she teased.
"I… I didn't mean to walk in on you," Tony told her.
"It's ok, mon cher. I am not shy about my body," Fifi replied, lazily hooking her hands around the back of his neck, "Do not tell me you have never seen a girl in her underwear before," she said with a tilt of her head.
"Uh, actually…" Tony trailed off.
"Oh…" Fifi said, then smiled, "Well, a first time for everything, no?" she said, "Now, what were you saying earlier?" she asked, bushing her tail underneath Tony's chin as she walked back over to her dresser with a sway in her hips.
"Uh, I wanted to know if you wanted to go get some lunch," Tony told her.
"You mean like a date?" Fifi asked.
"Not really since all of our friends will be there," Tony replied, looking off to the side to try to avoid looking at Fifi's ass.
"Oh. Sure, I am free," Fifi said, pulling out one of the many copies of her skirt.
"Bene (Alright)," Tony said, stepping out of the room and closing the door to give the French skunk some privacy. The moment he turned though, he jumped due to Bimbette standing there, "Oh merda! (Oh, shit!)"
"Hey Tony," Bimbette grinned, her arms behind her back.
"Did you know she was changing?" Tony cocked an eyebrow.
"Mayyybe," Bimbette replied playfully with an amused roll of her eyes, "So…" she stepped forward, "You've really never seen a girl in her underwear before this?" she asked, tracing a circle on the Italian skunk's chest with a finger.
"Until today, no," Tony replied.
"Then I'm guessing you've never been with a girl in other ways?" Bimbette leaned in with a sultry tone and a small grin to match.
"Not really…" Tony admitted.
"Well…" Bimbette leaned in more, pressing her huge chest against his, their noses almost touching, "I'm sure that'll change sooner or later," she whispered with a sultry tone.
Bimbette gave him a wink, brushing her tail under his chin as she turned, a sway in her hips as she stepped into the bathroom. Wow, these girls really loved to tease him, didn't they?
"Ok, Tony," Fifi stepped out of her room in her usual outfit, "I am ready."
The two skunks then stepped out and headed towards Tony's car, a black Ferrari with chrome trims. Tony then pressed a button on his key chain, the car doors rotating open.
"Ouah! (Wow!) Nice ride," Fifi commented as they hopped inside, admiring the interior.
"Thanks," Tony replied, the doors closing.
Tony then started the car, the engine purring like a kitten. They soon drove off to their next destination.
Tony and Fifi sat in a booth with Babs, Buster, Plucky and Hampton at a local burger joint, Boomer's Burgers. Soon a blonde waitress, the owner's wife, brought them their food.
"Thanks, Bubbles," Buster said as she walked away.
The group then took a bite of their food. Tony's taste buds were hit with a burst of flavor, the burger he was eating being really juicy.
"Dio mio… (Oh my god…) this is one of the best burgers I've ever had!" Tony said before taking another big bite, barbeque sauce dripping down the corner of his mouth.
"You can't be serious!" the group heard Boomer shout. They all turned to see Boomer and Bubbles talking to some guy in a business suit, his hair slicked back with gel.
"Hey, is that…?" Babs started to ask.
"Montana Max…" Buster said, her brows furrowing a bit.
"Believe it, pal. I own this joint. Read it and weep, suckers," Montana said, rolling out a piece of paper.
Boomer and Bubbles took the paper, their eyes widening as they read it over.
"I don't believe it…" Bubbles muttered, her eyes welling up with tears.
"What's going on, guys?" Buster asked, he and the others approaching them.
"Well, well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Buster Bunny," Montana grinned at the sight of the blue rabbit.
"Ahem!" Babs audibly cleared her throat.
"Oh, and Babs too, I guess…" Montana added with a roll of his eyes, making the pink bunny growl under her breath.
Ever since middle school, Buster and Babs had always been at odds with Montana. The two often managed to come out on top against the spoiled rich kid. Though if he were to be honest, Montana saw Buster as more of his enemy than Babs. To him, Babs was more of an enemy by proxy.
"What do you think you're doing, Monty?" Buster asked.
"I own this place now, that's what I'm doing," Montana replied.
"How? Boomer and Bubbles own the building. Their names are on the lease," Babs told him.
"Let's just say I ways of getting what I want," Montana said.
"In other words, he bribed some dude on the city council," Buster translated.
"Got that right, rabbit!" Montana said rather smugly.
"Hold it!" Tony spoke, everyone turning to him as he got their attention, the paper now in his hands, "It says here that if the previous owners, that being Boomer and Bubbles, refuse to give up the property, they can make a counter offer or bet in order keep it," he informed them.
"What?!" Montana said with disbelief.
"Nice. Looks like the guy Monty bribed had a conscience," Buster smirked.
Montana growled, but then grinned when an idea popped into his head.
"Ok then, I have a proposition. We're going to have a boxing match," Montana told them, "You win, you get to keep this dump of a restaurant. I win, you're out of here and I get to bulldoze this place to rubble."
The couple looked at each other for a moment then at Montana. They knew they couldn't trust the rich jerk, but at a time like this, it's not like they had a choice.
"Deal," Boomer replied.
"Alright, let's go, Monty," Buster said, bouncing up and down in the boxer stance.
"Hold it, rabbit. I never said were going to have the match right now, and I never said my opponent was going to be you," Montana spoke.
"Huh?" everyone looked at him.
"The match will be a week and a half from now. As for my opponent, I'll go with… that guy," Montana pointed to Tony.
"Hm?" Tony looked at him, "Wait, who? Me?" Tony pointed to himself.
"Yeah, you. You're my opponent, skunk," Montana said.
Then, without saying another word, Montana left.
"Uh, why the hell did he choose me?" Tony asked.
"Don't know. He probably just picked at random," Buster said.
"Well, looks I'll be boxing in a week and a half," Tony shrugged.
"Quick question, Tony. You do know how to box, right?" Buster asked.
"I took a few lessons when I was a kid. I haven't been in an actual match in a few years though, so I'm probably a little rusty," Tony informed them, "Still though, I'm pretty sure I can kick Max's spoiled, rich ass," he said confidently.
"Well just to be safe let's call Walt and see what you can do" Buster said.
Over at Walt's house, the wolf was lying in bed with Shirley, the two naked as they cuddled up with each other. That's when Walt's went off.
"Hello? …Ok. Yeah, sure, I'll meet you guys at the gym"
"Mmm. What was that wolf daddy?" Shirley asked.
"Eh, nothing big," Walt replied.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Max challenged Tony to a boxing match and Buster asked me to see if Tony's up to snuff."
"Max? That guy is, like, a total turd," Shirley said with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, but despite being a total piece of shit who cheats, he still was a decent boxer," Walt told her.
"I'm sure Tony has what it takes," Shirley said.
"Yeah, but we got to make sure," Walt said.
"I've got some time before I got to go meet up with them. Want to make out for a bit?" Walt offered.
"Like, sure, wolf daddy," Shirley grinned.
The two enjoyed making out for the next twenty minutes or so.
Later at the gym, after a sparring session between Walt and Tony…
"So, what do you think Walt? He can take Monty, right?" Buster asked.
"Tony's decent, but he needs some work because as he currently is, Max could beat him. We need to make Tony better so that even when Max cheats, he could still beat him," Walt informed them.
"What? I can totally take that asshole!" Tony said confidently.
"And I'm sure you can… in a fair fight, but this is boxing, meaning you're limited in what you can do and Max cheats and is known to fight dirty, so you got to be better than him even when he does," Walt told him.
Tony sighed, "Great…"
"When is the fight scheduled for, Buster?" Walt asked.
"It's in a week and a half," Buster replied.
"So, we got until then to train you up," Walt told the skunk.
"Time for a Rocky montage!" Tony said.
And so, for the next week and a half, Tony trained. Everybody did what they could to help. Walt sparred with him, making sure to push him hard. Buster and Babs helped him with his physical training by coming up with a workout routine. And Fifi made sure he was given the proper diet.
It was Friday, the day before the fight. Everyone was in the gym and Tony and Walt had just finished one last spar to see where Tony was.
"Well?" Tony asked.
"You're ready to kick Max's ass, but don't relax yet. He's probably arranged for you to have an "accident". So, be careful," Walt told him.
"Don't worry, I have a secret weapon," Tony told him.
"Oh? And what's that?" Walt raised an eyebrow.
Tony simply pointed to his tail.
"Ah, good. But best to air on the side of caution. So, you'll stay with me tonight," Walt said with somewhat cautiously.
"Uh, where am I gonna sleep?" Tony asked.
"I have an extra room as well as a pull-out bed," Walt said.
"Ok then," Tony shrugged.
Walt, Tony and Fifi arrived at Walt's place, a nice, large two-story house. However, when they got there, Arnold, one of Max's goons and another thug were waiting for them.
"What the hell?" Tony said.
"Yeah, I figured this would happen. Let me handle this. What do you want Arnold?" Walt asked the goon.
"Let's just say I've got some business to take care of," Arnold replied.
"You know I could call the cops on you for trespassing, seeing as this is my property" Walt said, "I can also legally kick your fucking ass, so do the smart thing and get lost."
"I would, but I've been paid a lot to handle this," Arnold replied.
"Ok, but just know you brought this on yourself" Walt said as he rushed Arnold and gave him a mean right hook.
In just a few minutes both men were bruised on the ground.
"Hey, I told you to be smart," Walt said.
"Hey, what's all the racket going on!?" a mature sounding female voice yelled out from next door.
"Nothing, Slappy," Walt said to his elderly squirrel neighbor.
"Well, I already called the cops," Slappy said.
"Thanks for that, Slappy," Walt said.
"Any time, handsome," Slappy said before retreating back inside.
The two skunks cringed at that. Soon the cops came and went as they arrested Arnold and the other thug.
Later that night, after being given the tour of the house, Tony was in the guest room that he'd be staying in for the night. He still couldn't get over the size of this place. Apparently, his grandfather, the original Walter Wolf owned this house. That is, until Walt's dad had forced his grandpa into a retirement community. From that day, the house had been owned by Walt himself. Each of the bedrooms was a master bedroom, complete with its own bathroom and king-sized bed.
"Walt's grandpa must've been loaded if he could afford to buy a place this huge," Tony muttered to himself.
The Italian skunk removed his clothes, getting comfortable in his boxer-briefs before getting into bed and falling asleep, preparing for the big day tomorrow.
Tony stretched out his limbs, morning having come. His eyes fluttered open, his vision coming to him. He turned his head and saw Fifi smiling at him.
"Bonjour, (Good morning,) mon cher," Fifi greeted him.
"Ah!" Tony jumped a little, "Fifi, what are you doing here?!"
"Just thought you could use some company, so I snuck in here last night," Fifi told him.
Tony then noticed she was in nothing but a bra and panties.
"And why are you half-naked?" he asked.
"I wanted to get comfortable. I am not going to sleep in my clothes, silly," Fifi said, "Besides, you have seen me like this before, remember?"
"Yeah, by accident," Tony blushed.
"Well, I do not mind," Fifi shrugged rather nonchalantly.
Fifi giggled and rolled him onto his back. She then swung a leg over and straddled him.
"Fifi? What're you doing?" Tony asked.
"What do you mean? I am doing nothing but sitting here," she teased.
Tony looked at her from her beautiful face, down to her huge breasts, midriff, and finally her crotch and thighs. He looked back at her face briefly before looking away with a nervous blush.
"See something you like?" Fifi looked at him playfully.
"I… I, uh…" Tony was at a loss for words.
"I'll take that as a yes," Fifi smirked.
Fifi giggled and grabbed his hands. She brought them up and placed them on her waist. This made Tony blush even harder. She giggled at him then brought one of his hands up to her face, placing it on her cheek as she leaned into it. Tony couldn't help but smile.
"I've never said this before, but… you're really beautiful, Fifi," Tony said, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
Now it was Fifi's turn to blush. She looked down at Tony with what looked to be a heartfelt gaze. Fifi then leaned down, sending a tingle down Tony's spine as her breasts smooshed against his chest. Their noses were just inches from touching, the two skunks being able to feel their breaths lightly on their faces.
"Fifi… I—" Tony was cut off by placing a finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Shh," Fifi smiled, "Let us just… cuddle for a while, Tony," she said, resting her head on his chest as she nuzzled him under his chin.
Tony then wrapped his arms around Fifi's waist, resting his chin on her head as he nuzzled her as well. Sure, the two of them had hugged before, but they've never actually cuddled. Honestly, it felt pretty nice. The two skunks stayed like that for a good, long while. At least until it was time for breakfast that is.
The fight between Tony and Max was underway. Tony was sitting in one corner, Walt and Fifi standing on either side of him.
"Remember, Monty will do whatever it takes to win. So, keep on your toes," Walt told Tony as Fifi squirted some water into his mouth.
Tony swished the water in his mouth a bit before spitting it into a nearby bucket.
"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.
Meanwhile in the opposing corner, Montana sitting along with two of his goons standing in front of him.
"You've got this, boss. That stink bag doesn't stand a chance," one of the goons told him.
"Of course not. But I took some precautions just in case" Montana replied with a grin.
"Speaking of which, here's an extra something…" the other goon said, before injecting something into Montana's inner thigh.
They two fighters put on their boxing gloves and mouth guards.
"Good luck, Tony," Fifi hugged the Italian skunk, pressing his head against chest, causing him to blush.
Tony and Max then stood in the middle of the ring.
"You're going down in the first few rounds, skunk boy," Montana said with a cocky grin.
"Hmph. We'll see about that, you rich boy redneck," Tony countered.
The bell then rang, signaling the start of the first round. Montana threw the first punch but Tony managed to dodge it. The first round was about Montana throwing punches and Tony dodging it for the most part. During the tail end of the round, Montana did manage to get in a good swing to Tony's cheek. The thing was, that punch felt harder that it should. The first round ended when the bell rang.
"Ok, that was pretty good, Tony," Walt said, wiping the sweat off Tony with a towel.
"Thanks. But that punch I got was really hard. It was like he had metal in his glove," Tony commented.
"Ahem," they all heard Calamity Coyote clear his throat.
Calamity showed them a playback of the previous round. The genius coyote zoomed in on Montana, more specifically his gloves, and pressed a button that showed an x-ray of the fighters. It showed Montana wearing a pair solid gold brass knuckles underneath his gloves.
"Brass knuckles?" Tony questioned.
"Eh, wouldn't be the first time Monty's done this," Walt shrugged, "Come to think of it, he seems to have gotten a lot more ripped in a short amount of time. He must be on steroids… again."
"Great, that just add to the strength of his punches," Tony remarked sarcastically.
"Don't worry. He may have more muscle mass, but you're lighter, so you'll be quicker and more agile," Walt told him.
Babs walked around the ring in a lavender bikini, holding up a sign that said "round 2" as the bell rang, signaling the start of the second round.
"So, you're really ok with Babs doing this?" Hamton asked.
Babs stepped out of the ring throwing her arms around Buster, planting a kiss upon her boyfriend's cheek.
"I can tolerate it," Buster said, wrapping a single arm around the pink bunny's waist.
Back in the ring, Tony and Montana were going at it, Tony doing his best to dodge each of Montana's swing. Whenever there was an opening, Tony took a few swings of his own to Montana's rich boy face. Montana growled as he stumbled back a bit. When Tony approached him, about throw a punch, when Montana held out his hand and blew air.
"Gahh!" Tony grunted as a powder got into his eyes, the stuff stinging and burning.
"What happened?" Babs asked.
That's when everyone heard chuckling. They turned to see Max's goons grinning, one of them holding a bottle of garlic powder in their hand.
"Oh, those sons of bitches!" Boomer growled, clenching his fists.
"Those guys are cheating. Someone's got to tell the ref," Bubbles said.
"I don't think that's gonna work," Buster pointed to the ref who was counting a huge wad of hundred-dollar bills.
Bribing the ref to look the other way and get away with cheating? Yeah, that was definitely something Monty would do. With his opponent temporarily blinded, Montana had used the opportunity to totally pummel Tony, the brass knuckles making the punches more damaging. By the time the bell rang, Tony was panting as Fifi helped him walk back to his corner, parts of his face slightly swollen and bruised, his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.
"Tilt your head back, Tony," Fifi told him, pouring water into his eyes.
"Ahh… Thanks, Fifi," Tony said with relief, the stinging subsiding.
"Alright, dude," Walt stepped into the ring wearing a referee shirt, "It's almost time for round three."
"Where's the real ref?" Tony asked.
In the men's locker room, the original ref along with Montana's goons were hogtied with duct tape over their mouths.
"Heh. He's a little tied up at the moment," Walt jokingly replied.
"Fifi, feed Tony this," Calamity handed the female skunk a small cup of what looked like green leaves.
"Is this spinach?" Fifi questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"A special kind of spinach," Calamity winked before walking away.
The two skunks looked at each other and shrugged. Tony removed his mouth guard, allowing Fifi to stuff the leafy green vegetable into his mouth. Even though he only ever ate spinach when it was in a dip, soup, or lasagna, Tony chewed and swallowed. The strange part was that he could hear a tune play while eating, kind of like some kind of theme song for a sailor. The moment the spinach hit his stomach, his injuries instantly healed and could feel a tremendous amount of strength and energy coursing through him.
"Whoa…" Tony muttered.
That's when the bell for the third round rang, Tony putting his mouth guard back in. The two boxers squared up. Montana threw several swings, all of which Tony now dodged with incredible ease. It was then that Plucky stood in front of a mic.
Plucky: Rising up! Back on the streets! Did my time, took my chances—
"Oh, get out of here!" Buster cut him off while pushing him away.
"Yeah, ok," Plucky said with slight annoyance.
Montana started to pant, his face and body dripping with sweat as he swung and missed Tony repeatedly.
"Fight back, you stink sack!" Montana growled with a pant.
"Alright, you asked for it," Tony said, throwing four powerful punches to Montana's face, "Take this, you big palooka!"
Tony rotated his arm like a windmill then delivered an uppercut to Montana's chin so strong, it not only knocked him out, it knocked him out of the ring. The rich boy was sent flying to wall, dangling on one of the flagpoles by his shorts.
"And the winner is… Tony Puzzola!" Walt gestured to the Italian skunk, the crowd immediately cheering for him.
"You did it, Tony! You saved our restaurant!" Bubbles beamed, hugging her husband.
"You get free burgers for a year, dude!" Boomer proclaimed.
Tony chuckled. He was caught off guard when Fifi ran up and hopped into his arms, throwing her arms and legs around him. He was even more surprised when she planted a kiss upon his cheek.
"Bon travail, (Good job,) Tony," Fifi kissed his cheek again, "Now ve have a place to hangout with our friends," she then leaned into his ear and whispered, "I will be sure to reward you for zhis later."
After his time in the ring and getting burgers with his friends, Tony lied in bed with his guitar, strumming away as he watched one of his streaming apps on TV. That's when he heard his phone go off. Checking it, he saw it was a text from Fifi. His eyes widened and his cheeks heated up upon what he saw. Fifi had sent him a picture…
A nude picture.
She was lying on her bed with one arm raised above her while the other was across her chest, hiding her huge breasts. One leg was hiked up and crossed over the other to hide her womanhood, her tail off to the side. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips pursed as she blew a kiss to the camera. The underlined tag read: "For saving the burger joint… and for your enjoyment. Sweet dreams, mon cher."
"Aw, Fifi…" Tony muttered with slight embarrassment. He looked down saw he had pitched a tent in his pants. Tony sighed, "Great, now I've got to take care of this…"
Alright, that's the end of this chapter. This chapter was co-written with IrishKatana.
So, along with Animaniacs characters, this story will also have Hanna Barbera characters, which is why Bubbles and Boomer are here. This idea was given to me by Geo Soul. These versions of Bubbles and Boomer, along with their siblings, were born human, so they don't have superpowers. If they did, they could've taken care of Montana Max by themselves without breaking a sweat.
I think most of us know what the part with the spinach is a reference to.
If you have ideas for future chapters, say it in a review or feel free to message me.
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