|When the Cameras aren't Filming
Author: Neoraichu PM
What happens when the coyote and the roadrunner are done filming?Rated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Wile E. Coyote & Road Runner - Chapters: 26 - Words: 34,756 - Reviews: 73 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 04-09-13 - Published: 06-25-11 - id: 7117654
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When the Cameras aren't Filming (Part 18)
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).
Velma awoke about an hour before her alarm clock was supposed to go off. It took her a moment to remember she had been tired and slept all night in the nude. As usual, it was still dark outside, and she normally didn't sleep with a night light on. She turned on the nightstand light and was reaching for her glasses when she realized that she was not alone in her own room.
"Who's there?" she asked.
Something brown and humanoid in shape approached the end of the bed. That's all she could determine without her glasses on. She groped for her glasses as she was looking towards the intruder, and she felt her glasses for a second before she knocked them down to the floor. The shape climbed on to the end of the bed.
"Stay back," she warned, "I'll scream. I swear I will."
A pair of hands gripped her ankles, feeling warm and furry against her skin. She lifted her feet and planted them in the chest of who ever was there. He released her feet and stuck a sign right in her face. Squinting, she could read in rather large yet blurry print, 'Don't be afraid, it's only me.'
"Wile E?" she asked.
She curled her toes in his thick chest fur as he massaged her right foot with his free hand.
"Is that you?" she asked.
His hands massaged her calves, ever so slowly opening her legs wider as he crept closer to her. Her feet slipped through his chest fur as they were pulled towards the sides of his chest. There was something long and red showing between his legs, and she had a rough idea what that was. His hands continued up past her knees to her thighs as he crept a little closer. By now, her feet were aside his chest, her forelegs underneath his forearms.
"What are you doing?" she asked, "I can't see a thing without my glasses."
He pushed closer, bending her legs back so they were threatening to push back into her torso. Now close enough to feel his breath on her body, he leaned down and started licking her from just above her belly button up towards the cleft between her breasts. With his head down, she lost sight of the red thing between his legs and how close it was to her femininity. Lick, lick, lick, it felt so warm and wet against her bare skin.
"Stop that," she warned, "That tickles." She couldn't help but start giggling as he licked. He had all but licked every square inch of her abdomen before he started licking her rib cage down below her breasts. "Come on," she said, "You're getting me all slobbery. I'll have to take another shower."
He leaned forward and was all but on top of her now. She could make out the rough features of a brown muzzle as he started licking her face like some happy dog. Now his chest fur was rubbing warmly against her breasts and nipples. Her hips were firmly cupped between his thighs and his abdomen, and she could all but feel something laying across her nether regions. She was too busy sputtering as his wet wet tongue kept crossing her lips and nose to notice how tight he was against her. "Stop it,.." she sputtered, "You aren't... my pet dog... Stop acting... like him."
His arms wrapped about her, pinning her arms to her side as he pressed her bosom deep into his chest fur. He was so warm and cozy.
"You can't... you won't..." she sputtered, "We haven't known each other long enough to..."
Beep Beep awoke suddenly. He was not in his bed. He was not in his house. He was laying on top of a large and strapping rooster. The rooster wasn't the heavy and out of shape man he knew, but was the buff and athletic rooster of twenty years prior.
"Hello son," he said warmly, "You were so great. I love you, and I wish this moment would never end." He reached up and kissed the youthful roadrunner on the cheek.
'You're the first to make me feel welcome,' said the sign that he shown back to the rooster. Did he really sign that, or was it just an old memory?
"That's because we understand each other, son" he sighed back, "You aren't like those chatty hens out in the yard. All they care about is themselves. All they care about is what you can do for them, boy. You're the first to care about what you can do for me."
'And you understand my awkwardness,' he signed back, and then added, 'The other chickens don't understand a roadrunner like me.'
"I'm sure that some day, you'll meet a roadrunner hen, and she'll take my place in your heart. We'll both be older and ready to move on, son."
'No! I'll never stop loving you!'
"That's mighty kind of you to say, but we both know that's not realistic. I'm just a place holder until something better comes along. I swear I'll understand when the time comes for you to move on with your life."
He realized the truth of the rooster's words when he met Matilda and fell in love with her. It hurt him how he all but abandoned the old rooster when he fell in love with his wife. He knew all along that it was going to go that way, one way or another, and he had already forgiven the youthful roadrunner in advance of it all.
'Until that time comes then, I'll love you back with all I can.'
"Thanks, son. That's all I can ask from you."
Perhaps even back then, Beep Beep knew deep down that he was right. It wasn't going to last forever. He would move on with his life, and so would Foghorn. He would become fat, slow, and become a movie and television icon before Beep Beep started having his improbably battles with the coyote he really liked off set.
'Let's just cuddle a little longer before we have to get up,' he signed back.
"There's nothing I'd like more, son," he sighed back. Beep Beep laid back down on top of the rooster and used his wing feathers to run through the chest feathers of the muscular, body building rooster. "Hey hey, that tickles, son."
The two lay roughly still as Beep Beep idly played with the rooster's chest feathers.
"Beep beep," he said, suddenly sounding like Matilda, which roughly translates as 'Honey, you promised we'd get some sleep in before you'd start up with that.'
He blinked at the rooster, and wondered what was going on. Why did his dream suddenly sound like his beloved wife? Perhaps it was time to wake up and find out what he'd been doing...
Bugs awoke to a soft knock at his bedroom door. The window was open, and he could tell it was still long before the sun was coming up. Sitting up, he said, "Come on in, doc."
Daffy came in, opening and closing the door softly as if Bugs were still asleep.
"What can I do ya for?" asked Bugs with a yawn.
"We've known each other for years and years," observed the black duck, "and we've spent a lot of time working with each other, haven't we?"
"We sure have," replied the bunny, "It was some of the best years of my life."
"Yet we've hardly related to each other off the set," sighed the Duck.
"Well, we've had to keep up the illusion that you hate me," replied Bugs, "so our parts we play on the silver screen and the television seem more credible."
"But Bugs, I really like you. I may seem jealous of your success, but I'm really happy for you."
"You have your own success, Daffy, and plenty of your own fans."
The Duck approached the bed side as he said, "I'd give it all up if I could really be with you."
"Doc," said the bunny, "are you serious?"
"Yes, Bugs. I'm totally serious. I'd give it all up if you would be..."
"Look, you don't have to give up anything. I already like you."
"You like me," replied the Duck awkwardly, "but could you ever... truly..."
"You want me to more than like you?"
"Yes, that's what I want more than anything."
"And all the bunny does I've dated? Like Daisy Lou?"
"I've seen you with them," said the Duck evenly, "and I don't think they mean all that much to you. It's mostly for the press. It's mostly for the image. You have to be the womanizer to support your image."
"You think you know me better than that?"
"I think I do."
"And you're different then they are?"
"I think I am."
"And you think you're better suited to me then they are?"
"I think so."
"So you've decided to offer yourself to me?"
"Something like that."
"It's kinda funny," mused Bugs, "We're both seen as selfish and self-absorbed in our own ways. Every one thinks we're both too much into ourselves to ever really care about someone else. We fuss over our images and our fans. We fret over our careers and our fortunes. There's hardly any time to be ourselves, is there?"
"Yes, I know that well."
Bugs patted the bed next to himself. "Come on in, doc," he said, "I don't know if anything's gonna happen right now... or ever... but I'm glad you're here."
"Thanks Bugs," replied the Duck as he crawled into bed next to Bugs, "I was afraid you'd say no. That you'd call me a freak and throw me out."
"Then maybe you don't quite know me all that well," giggled Bugs.
"I'm glad I'm wrong about this," sighed Daffy as he leaned against Bugs and laid one arm across his bunny shoulders.
Bugs took a book from his nightstand. It was called, 'Where the Wild Things are'. "Have you read this?" asked Bugs.
"No," he replied, "Aren't you a little old for children's books?"
"No, are you?"
"I haven't read one of those in years..."
"Then I guess we can start from the beginning, won't we?"
"Sure Bugs. That's fine with me."
He turned the book to the first page.