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It consists of three chapters.\n\nMornings bring new things. Sometimes wonderful things. Often aggravating things. Sometimes terrifying things. The Warner's are barely given the time to pick up the pieces David left behind before a new threat looms. His shadow is long, and from it, near a hundred years of human and toon peace could rend.","description_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>I wanted to do something a little more spicy and actiony with this AU. It consists of three chapters.<br /><br />Mornings bring new things. Sometimes wonderful things. Often aggravating things. Sometimes terrifying things. The Warner&#039;s are barely given the time to pick up the pieces David left behind before a new threat looms. His shadow is long, and from it, near a hundred years of human and toon peace could rend.</span>","writing":"Chapter 18, Epilogue.\n\nMorning came mercifully slowly. Yakko whimpered plaintively as light filtered through the windows, feeling the warm chest rising and falling slowly under his head. Yakko, dreading what had become the usual interruption to his sleep, hadn’t expected to sleep in as late as he had. Ether everyone else was as tired as Dee and he had been, or Slappy was feeling uncharacteristically merciful. He had time to slowly awaken, his bare hand rubbing through Dee’s chest fur. He was so warm and Yakko was loathe to move away from him. He knew the moment he rose Dee wouldn’t be far behind, and he didn’t want to wake him. ‘And besides…’ He thought as his thigh rubbed up Dee’s morning wood. ‘...it would mean leaving this behind too.’ \n\nHe hadn’t told his siblings about them, since the first trip out to Toon Town, and that day in the motel. He hadn’t needed to. All four of them could tell, even as subtle as they were being about it. If any of them had any objections they would have made them known, but all remained tactfully silent. Though Psykko did exchange a look with him yesterday morning that carried a lot of, something, with it. Still, a small shrug and an almost imperceptible dismissive flick of his tail tip had said enough. His only concern was for Dee’s happiness and safety. So long as Yakko provided that, he wasn’t concerned.\n\nThe issue of ‘family’ had never factored in as humans understood it. Their status as cousins was more a statement of relationship than genetics. They would have had to all be animated by Lon, all on the same page to be actually related, and while they were all the same species they were no more blood relatives than Bugs was to Buster Bunny. So when circumstance and other baser things pushed them together, the only real concern had been how they would navigate it emotionally. Thankfully that had yet to be an issue.\n\nThey weren’t anything super serious, and nether had revisited it since moving back into the tower. But something about this second trip rekindled it. Maybe it was the stress, bringing them together in an act of solidarity. Maybe they were developing a mutual hotel room fetish. Ether way they had been all over each other since the night they arrived in Toon Town’s fanciest hotel. And last night Dee had needed comforting more than ever. This whole affair had been more difficult for him than he was willing to admit. Yakko was getting better at noticing the turmoil bubbling under the surface of his calm, so when the opportunity arrived he had been there to listen, to hold, and more, until both evened out and Dee could function again. It had been intense, emotional, cathartic, and Yakko was glad their room was at the far end of the suite from the others, especially Slappy. Her commentary he did not need.\n\nEventually an inability to return to sleep, and more basic biological needs won out and he slowly, reluctantly, left Dee’s side to pad quietly to their bathroom, taking the opportunity to brush his teeth and get a shower going. He was under the hot high pressure spray for less than five minutes before a pair of warm arms enveloped him from behind, and gentle kisses rained down on his shoulder and neck.\n\n“Did I wake you?” Yakko fought in vane to keep the purr out of his voice, as his head tilted. Dee only shook his head, grunting softly into his wet fur. “I never could stay asleep alone.” His deeper voice sending a slight thrill up Yakko’s spine. “I missed your warmth.” Dee murmured as another part of him, much lower down, nuzzled against something else.\n\nYakko’s tail curled around the small of the taller Warner’s back as he rested his hands on Dee’s with a smile. “And is that all you missed?” He teased. A low playful growl rose from Dee’s throat as he pressed Yakko against the shower wall, eliciting a gasp form the shorter Warner. “Mmm, maybe that too.” Yakko couldn’t contain the sharp gasp as Dee’s fangs grazed slowly along the nape of his neck. Nor the sounds that followed as he entered him, taking his time to give Yakko the tenderness that had been missing from last night. Yakko had to admit both approaches had their charms, and in their own context both felt appropriate. His back arched as he pressed back against his advancing hips, both taking their time as steam obscured everything beyond, a humid veil between them and the rest of the world, narrowing everything down to a moment that felt like it went on both forever, and ended all too soon. And in those tender moments Yakko silently thanked whoever taught this man how to make love. Even if it did mean he would have to wash all over again.\n\nBoth dried and eventually dressed. Yakko did however take his time exploring Dee’s finer points which delayed things further. But at least he got breakfast out of it, he thought with an inward grin. Finally they decided to join the rest that were no doubt awake by now. Though, surprisingly they found the only one awake was Slappy, flipping through the tv channels with a small smile. Without breaking her gaze she waved to them. “You know you two are lucky I’m so discrete. I was tempted to pair you off with your sibs, just to see how you handled sneaking off to be with each other.”\n\nDee wasn’t normally one to be perturbed, but in this moment his blush mirrored Yakko’s own as they gawked at her. “How did you know?” The taller Warner finally asked. “Were we too-”\n\n“I didn’t. Till just now. Thanks for confirmin it for me, heh! Now I know what all those weird looks and tail flicks meant.” She chuckled softly. “You did a good job keepin it on the down low kids, but\nI’ve seen it all before. I can tell when somethins up. Just don’t get super public about it, the human rags will have a field day. Not that anyone in Toon Town would care.”\n\nBoth Warners exchanged a look, ducking their heads as they made their way to the on suite kitchen. “I need breakfast.” Yakko muttered, covering the side of his face from Slappy who cackled again as Dee followed with a “Ditto.”\n\n‘Ah they’re a cute couple.’ She thought with a smile. ‘Even if they aint nothin serious, they’re good for each other. Good on em.’ She was no saint, she had seen this a dozen times before, hell even been one half of them more times than she should count. Her note of caution was serious though. Humans didn’t think like toons, and they might take things too personal that didn’t involve them. Especially with Yakko being a beloved public figure as he was. Still, it wasn’t as bad over here as it was with those...what did Skippy call em? K-pop Idols? Feh. The contracts those poor kids wound up in were almost as bad as what toons had to endure until fairly recently. Why any human would submit to being virtually owned by another human for money was beyond her. What you gave away was worth more than what you gained by far.\n\nIn the kitchen Yakko and Dee settled on something simple. Cereal again. At least this time it had a minimum of extra sugar and colors not found in nature. It was the quietest breakfast they could think to make till the others were awake, and nether were keen to eat much first thing in the morning. They spoke low trying to keep their voices from booming off the tile walls and waking their sibs.\n\n“So what happens now?” Dee asked as he stared at his empty bowl.\n\n“We return home. Bugs and the others will handle everything else. The council doesn’t seem to want us involved, and they especially wanna keep you three out of the spotlight.” Yakko sat back resting his hand on the spot on his neck where just moments earlier fangs had been pressed. It still tingled slightly, and that always sent a thrill through him.\n“That suits us.” Dee nodded, rubbing the side of his foot up and down Yakko’s calf affectionately. “None of us ever wanted fame, just freedom and stability. I don’t much care about being rich beyond that, and I would rather people not stop me in a grocery store or something getting nosy.”\n\n“That might happen anyway considerin how you guys look sort of like us. But these are the same folks who confuse every squirrel toon they see with Skippy. They aren’t terribly observant.” Yakko rested a hand on Dee’s. “We can handle stuff like that though. We won’t stop being there just because this drama is done. I promise.” Yakko leaned in and their lips met softly, Dee’s warm hand resting gently on his cheek. Both jumped with a start as a soft higher pitched male voice interrupted.\n\n“Is there any cereal left?” Dee turned to his little brother lifting him onto the next empty chair. \n\n“Sure chief, lemme get you a bowl.” Dee kissed his sleepy brother’s head softly before getting his stuff together. Yakko hadn’t see him this calm, or sweet since they met. He looked as if a great weight were lifted from him and he could finally be his self. He actually smiled at him! Yakko’s heart melted a little at that. Though he blushed as he spoke softly to him. “He loves you.” He said bluntly, blushing softly as he watched his brother rummage through the cabinets. “I can tell.”\n\nHe looked at Yakko then, tilting his head slightly. “You love him too. Good. He needs that.”\n\n“You need it too.” Yakko replied equally forthright.\n\nPsykko scowled a little. “Not like that.” He replied. “There are hugs and then there are hugs and I don’t want the ones that come in italics. Not yet anyway.”\n\nYakko snerked and fought down a laugh. “No I meant the hugs that come in Times New Roman. Or perhaps Comic Sans.”\n\n“Or Wing Dings.” Dee chuckled as he returned with a bowl and spoon, pouring it for him.\n\n“I can do it you know.” Psykko groused as Dee doted on him.\n\n“Yeah but then I don’t get to spoil my favorite bro.” He kissed Psykko’s head softly as he handed him the spoon.\n\n‘So...cute!’ Yakko had to suppress a squeal as others began filtering into the kitchen. Yakko doted on his own sibs as well, while Peg set about actually cooking something, griping about cereal not being ‘real food’. \n\n‘Huh, didn’t notice that before.’ Yakko noticed for the first time the trans flag sewn onto her jacket, almost easy to miss among the band patches and metal spikes. He looked at Dee, who only nodded while she served him a plate kissing her cheek in thanks.\n\nYakko simply smiled and thanked her as she served him as well, then the others in kind. Huge portions of simple fare filled bellies as she took Slappy her portion, not content to sit and eat herself till everyone else had theirs. When she did finally eat though, it was with the gusto and appetite Yakko had only seen with his little brother, packing away a small mountain of eggs and bacon. It occurred to him in that moment that this was the first time they had all sat around a table together to eat. He hoped it would be a regular event, as the air filled with laughter.\nEventually Slappy joined them, thanking Peg and giving her a gentle hug, collecting plates with the intention of doing the dishes her self. Of course none of them would have it and it eventually turned into an assembly line as dishes were collected, washed, rinsed, dried, and put away. It felt strange for them all to be so loving and gentle with each other, but in this moment, it also felt right.\n\nIt was a further two days after that before they checked out. Slappy insisted everyone avail their selves of every luxury the hotel offered. “Oh the council’s dime.” she stated with a wicked grin. And avail their selves they did, for once unwinding in a place that let them be what they are without judgment.\n\nAnd Yakko and Dee availed their selves of each other quite a bit more in the process. Though not without a bit of light jeering at their expense. Still, it was all in good fun, and they got their own digs in. They almost hated to leave when it came time to check out. But they were running out of fresh clothes, and Bugs’s bank account was running dry. Yakko had no idea that an avocado and citrus face mask and a deep tissue massage every day could cost so much, but apparently Slappy did and took full advantage.\n\nThe trip home seemed to fly by, and it wasn’t long before they all said their goodbyes to Slappy and piled into the elevator to take them to their home. The rest of the day passed fairly slow as they all wound down, and when bedtime rolled around they all gratefully fell into a deep dreamless rest. Well except for Yakko and Dee, who weren’t quite ready to return to empty beds. Maybe tomorrow night.\n\n‘But for now,’ Yakko thought as his arms, and legs, wrapped about Dee’s body in the dark of his room. ‘for now I won’t let go.’ He was extra glad he negotiated sound proofing that night.\n\n-----\n\n‘It’s been nearly three months, how is he not sick of me yet?’ Dee’s chest heaved as a surprisingly soft sound escaped his throat. ‘He’s so good at this.’ \n\nYakko watched Dee below him struggling to stay quiet. The night was still relatively young and he didn’t want to wake his siblings. That was easier said than done with Yakko’s tongue swirling under his foreskin, his hands tickling along the white patch of fur above his shaft, and rolling his balls around while a lubed finger swiped at his entrance over and over all at the same time. He felt like Yakko was all around him, filling up the room with his presence, which was silly to say of course. He knew exactly where he was. But the sensations he elicited seemed to crawl up and down his whole body. He was more nervous than usual this time, knowing what they were about to do.\n\nYakko continually tested his bodies reaction to his touch, never committing enough to give it time to clamp down defensively. Dee never had been much of a bottom, but after confessing he felt guilty always being on top, Yakko suggested they work on getting him more comfortable with being touched there. They had managed once before this, but only just. And he couldn’t handle it long enough to finish. Tonight though, tonight that would change. Yakko could feel it in his...well, that too, but also his finger. He was more relaxed than before, and Yakko was doing a masterful job distracting him enough to keep Dee from fixating on his rear.\n\nHe wanted this, had said as much many times. He just needed help along the way. ‘He’s ready now.’ Yakko thought as he felt Dee’s body yield under his touch. Slowly he had been pressing more within him on each stroke, and now his body seemingly gave up as he finally slid his middle finger deep within the taller Warner, Dee’s back arching as it came to rest on his button. Yakko’s greater experience, near a century of it, clearly won out. Dee wasn’t the first virgin he had inducted, or the most stubborn. And as he tickled just so at the right spot he enveloped more of his member in his warm lips to counterbalance the input. It was a delicate act not pushing him over the edge just yet. As much as he adored tasting him, he wanted to keep his passions high for what came next.\n\nDee was almost inconsolable as alien sensations took hold, his toes curling as fingers gripped his bed sheets. As a second finger joined the first he had to keep reminding his self that he wanted this, he was safe, he loved this man and he wouldn’t hurt him. He willed his body to relax as those fingers withdrew and those delightful lips left his shaft, biting his lip in anticipation as he felt Yakko’s body nuzzling up against his. His voice was soft in Dee’s ear, reassuring and calming as he took his time entering him.\n\nYakko fought to suppress a purr as he felt Dee’s body embrace him. So warm and tight he felt like he was melting as the man shuddered and keened under him. “Shhh it’s ok. I’m here.”\n\nLips locked for long minutes as Dee grew accustomed to him, allowing some of his walls to lower as he embraced his lover. “I’m going to start now, ok? I’ll go slow.” Yakko whispered against his neck, his breath labored. Dee felt guilty in that moment that he had been so worked up about this. Yakko was at the end of his control, and as he withdrew and slowly plunged forward again his shuddering moan belied just how much he had been anticipating this.\n\nThe sensation was...unreal. Dee’s head rolled back and a full throated moan dragged out of him as Yakko’s shaft pressed against every tender spot within him. Sensations he hadn’t experienced before danced up and down his spine as he felt like he was, for lack of a better phrase, having his shaft stroked from within. ‘Is this what it’s like for him?’ \n\nHis legs curled experimentally around Yakko’s body as he had done to him so many times before, and he found out exactly why as Yakko drove directly into his prostate and his mind went blank. Instinct took over, and his arms went around Yakko’s neck. He could consciously tell he was saying something to Yakko, but not what. \n\nHe could guess though as everything grew so much more intense. Bodies collided, separated, collided again in increasing pitch, till slow love making built to a frenzy that left him holding on for dear life. And when Yakko’s climax crested, his own wasn’t far behind. And for the first time in his life he hadn’t needed to even touch it. He felt like his whole body was on fire in the best way possible. Lights and colors dancing behind his eyes as movement slowed. Chests pressed against one another as they heaved in the close air, as the room spun, and lips locked once more. \n\n“I love you.” He breathed in Yakko’s ear, his body freezing at the confession. Meeting eyes with Yakko in the dark he said again, more to his self than to Yakko in that moment, realization dawning on him. “I do. I do love you.”\n\nYakko held his face gently, raining kisses down on him. “I love you too. Ever since Toon Town I’ve known. Your brother was the first to notice it, and once he said it I felt like a light bulb went off in my head. I haven’t wanted to push because I didn’t want to ruin what we have.” His hand rubbed along Dee’s chest as he spoke, tracing the lines the muscle underneath his fur created. “I didn’t want to push ether, after everything that has happened. You needed space, time to become, and I’ve been so selfish injecting myself into that.”\n\n\nDee rested a hand on Yakkos’s face, entwining his tail with the smaller toon’s. “I’ve come this far because of you. Not in spite of you.” He caressed Yakko’s cheek with his thumb as he spoke. “If you hadn’t been there for me I would still be in a bad place. All you have done since we met was give, even when you had every right not to. You’re not selfish Yakko. Quite the opposite.” Lips locked again in the dark for a long while, interspersed with reassurances, warmth, and love. When sleep took them, they didn’t even move from their spot.\n\n-----\n\n‘They look so juicy.’ Yakko marveled as he stood under the strange fruit tree. A cool breeze blew through his fur as he stood naked in the orchard, sunlight warming him as he basked in the light, bird song filling the air with the gentle warble of “Hey! I’m walkin ere!” “Aye dis is my branch feeb, fuck off!” “Aye cute thang, you want sum fuk?”\n\n“Ah...majestic.” Yakko smiled as he reached for the fruit before him. His hand paused as a new thought  occurred to him. “Oh! I’m so dumb, you don’t use your hands for these. You suck them off!” Leaning up with his mouth he latched his lips around the fruit, it’s sweet musky peach like scent filling his mouth and nose. He hummed softly as his lips locked tightly around it, the branch tugging down as he pulled on it from below. The branch snapped back as the stem gave way and-\n\nBAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM! ‘Aw fuck, tell me if you’ve heard this one before!’ Yakko thought as he was abruptly yanked from his dream, coming to with a mouth full of Dee’s nipple. He hadn’t done more than grunt in his sleep and turn his pretty head as the door boomed again. “For fucks sake.” Yakko groaned as he sat back on his knees, slipping from within his lover as the events of last night replayed in his head on fast forward. ‘Oh yeah...that.’ He thought with a sly grin, as he looked Dee’s nude form over.\n\nThe door rang like a gong once again, turning his smile into a scowl. Before he had a chance to do anything about it though he heard the door fly open and Peg’s voice, even louder than the knock roared at the interruption. “WHAT!?!” She was so loud she sounded like she was standing in the room with them. How the hell did she do that? \n\nWell he was awake now so may as well shower and get dress- “Yakko! It’s for you!” Peg bellowed. ‘-Ok maybe just get dressed.’ He thought, he eye twitching. A quick wipe down and some sweat pants later he emerged from their room, heh his room, looking sour, but less so than he otherwise would be at the situation. Peg stood defiantly at the door, her arms crossed as she stared down Bugs Bunny of all people.\n\nStepping up behind her he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. Her bedraggled state and foul mood ample indication that she had been asleep as well. She cut him a look, her expression softening before she scowled at the rabbit again, turning with a “Whatever.” befitting a gen-x’r. Yakko turned back to the rabbit smiling pleasantly.\n\n“Bugs. You never call, you never write, you never give a man time to bathe. I hope you know what you interrupted.” Yakko said sweetly, barely hiding the sarcasm dripping from his voice.\n\n“Eh, I got some idea doc.” The rabbit replied coolly pointing to the dried indiscretion on his stomach and chest fur. Yakko was beyond caring. If anything he was ready to shout from the rooftop that he had gotten laid and he wasn’t sorry.\n“What’s this all about?” Yakko waved him in. He knew he would just walk in any way. Hell everyone did lately. No point in trying to keep one of the most powerful toons in the council out when he couldn’t even keep an aging doctor from barging in at all hours. “Do come in. I know I already have.”\n\n“Doc, ew.” Bugs wrinkled his nose. “Have some class, would ya?” He perched daintily on the couch crossing one leg over another. “So who’s the lucky…” His nose twitched subtly. “Ah. Him. Well I guess that’s ta be expected. It’s been a crazy six months after all.”\n\n“For all of us.” Yakko inclined his head subtly towards the rabbit. He would be remiss if he didn’t admit that David had been an imposition on him as well. Though for Bugs a decidedly less personal one.\n\n“Yeh. About dat. Da council is sendin you guys a handler. It aint dat they don’t trust ya, but-”\n\n“But they don’t trust them.” Yakko interrupted, his expression darkening.\n\nBugs tilted his head as he searched for the right words. “More dat they want some insurance. Some oversight. And eh, confidentially, we gotta problem child of our own ta deal with and this would keep him eh...busy.”\n\nYakko balked. “So when did we become the council’s baby sitters? Bug’s we’re done. This was it. We all just got settled back in from a dangerous situation, Dee and the others can’t handle more political bullshittery, and nether can we.”\n\nBugs held up a hand. “I know kid, and I sympathize, really. But I’m on my way out and da new guy aint so trustin.”\n\n“Who?” Yakko’s brow knitted.\n\n“Daff.” Bugs shrugged simply.\n\n“Oh. Brilliant. They gave that ego maniac the reigns again. Again! What could possibly go wrong, I ask you? Surely he can’t fuck up a second time!” Yakko flailed his hands in the air as he spoke, aghast at the utter display of negligence.\n\n“Yeah I know. And I’ll do what I can ta keep him grounded, but the reality is he was the only guy dat wanted the job. The council wanted Slappy, but she laughed in there faces.”\n\n“Can’t imagine why.” Yakko quipped, sneering. The council wasn’t entirely bad, they had done a lot to advance toon rights and keep their darker sides hidden from humanity but in nearly every other metric they were a bureaucratic fuck up. A veritable Gordian knot that not even he was able to untangle. Thankfully he had never been asked back after his brief stent as it’s head. He would have laughed in their faces too.\n\n“This guy they’re sending to spy on us…”\n\nBugs jerked his head toward the bedrooms. “Another one ah his.” Bugs said low. “Stable. For a toon. But only barely. Daff tried his queen bitch routine on the guy and he nearly snapped his head off. Literally. Kid has teeth that would make Dee’s little brother envious.”\n\n“When did he even have the time to- the break out.” Yakko answered his own question before he finished it, shaking his head. \n\n“Ayup.” Bugs drawled. “One of the ones that busted the wall down. We found him way after everything settled down, livin in the trees on the asylum grounds. They evaluated him and deemed him a ‘type 1 a protag’ whatever da fuck that means. But they said he was normal enough ta let out and since we can’t just leave em ta fend for their selves…”\n\n“You gave him a job.” Yakko finished the thought.\n\n“Ayup. So go easy on em doc. Taint his fault he aint got no purpose.” The rabbit rose from his seat, pulling a thick manila folder from his hammer space, handing it to Yakko. “Ya got three weeks before my term ends and Daff sends this guy your way. I’ll do what I can ta smooth things ovah in the meantime. I would love ta stick around and check up on everyone, but I gotta million tings ta do and you need a shower.” He wrinkled his nose as he stepped closer to Yakko to hand him the folder.\n\nWalking briskly past him Bugs turned before he closed the door. “I’ll be in touch doc.” Before closing it behind him with a metallic thud.\n\nYakko looked down at the folder for a moment, opting to stuff it in his hammer space till he could gather everyone together and let them know whats up. “Well. Shit.”\n\nMaking his way toward the bathroom he took Dee’s hand. He had known he was listening in, curiously Bugs hadn’t picked up on it. He was ether too distracted, or simply didn’t care. Ether way they shared a shower as he and Yakko exchanged their thoughts, among other substances. Those two things, and Dee were the few very bright spots keeping him sane in that moment.\n\n-----\n\n“That him?” Peg tilted her head looking at the photo. “All that money you would think they could afford a decent dslr. The resolution on this is shit. The lineage is there though. He’s definitely David’s work. They sure this guy is stable?”\n\n“We have Bug’s word and the evaluation from Loopy Acres, which is legally binding.” Yakko pushed the papers over to her. “They have every incentive to not release anyone they aren’t a hundred percent sure on.”\n\n“He could be acting though.” Dot pitched in. “We can all do that you know.”\n\n“Looking like that, he couldn’t fool anyone with the innocent act.” Yakko replied. “But we will find out soon enough.”\n\n“If he is a plant, you know we will have to flatten him.” Psykko of all people spoke up. All eyes turned toward him, his own siblings seemingly on the same page, but Yakko and his looked lost.\n\n“I’m sorry, a plant?” He asked raising an eyebrow.\n\n\n“He doesn’t look like a plant though. He’s not even green.” Wakko took the photo twisting it this way and that.\n\n“Wakko please, let Psy speak.” Dot offered.\n\nPsykko tilted his head in thought. “David never did things without reason. If he had wanted to simply get out he wouldn’t have needed a dozen toons. Just one would do.”\n\n“Most of them were a distraction.” Dee pointed out.\n\n“He wouldn’t need that many as a distraction ether.” Psykko replied. “He did all that after he met us, after I threatened him. If you wanted revenge against someone and couldn’t do it yourself…” He let the thought hang in the air, as Yakko pulled his phone out of his hammer space, speed dialing Bugs. ‘Fuckin idiots.’ He thought. ‘They’re sendin danger right to our front door.’\n\n---\n\n“Yeah. Well they know him best, and Psykko was his favorite. It’s a possibility. His logic is sound. We need contingencies. And I want the rest of those toons he made rounded up and evaluated again. This time with someone who’s actually good at their job. I don’t trust that sawed off rodent or his staff. Yeah. Get back to me when you have the time.” Yakko ended the call looking at the others around the table. Dot and Wakko appeared confused and worried, while Dee and the others appeared increasingly grim. \n\n“Well the upside is, we can’t be killed if he does turn out to be some kind of sleeper assassin.” Peg popped her knuckles as realization finally dawned on Dot and worry turned to panic.\n\n“They don’t need to kill us.” Psykko replied darkly. “There are worse things. But at least I know how that scenario would play out.” He looked at Yakko almost devoid of emotion as he spoke. “You will need to tell all your human friends to take precautions. Personal guards, increased lot security, anything explosive or flammable should be secured, no vehicles left abandoned, and they really should have every piece of equipment used signed off on. No one should get on or off the lot without signing in or out. You should let Otto and his girlfriend know they could be in danger. We can’t be killed. But that doesn’t mean David can’t hurt us.”\n\n“What do you mean?” Wakko was just as confused as ever. “We wreck stuff around here all the time.”\n\n“You aren’t trying to kill anyone when you do.” Dee said as he sat back in his chair rubbing his eyes. “If David can’t get to us, can’t get to you, he will get to everyone and everything close to us. He could kick our support network out from under us, kill your human friends, their families, leave us with no home, no job, no food, in a community that would place the blame squarely on us. Our lives would be ruined, and we didn’t anticipate the possibility because we were so fixated on getting him. You gotta admit it’s a hell of a contingency plan.” He scoffed bitterly.\n\n“Well Bugs knows now, and he’s still got three weeks to mitigate the risk. I’ll call Scratchy, and, though I hate to do it, Plotz. He’s not gonna like spending all that extra money on security, but he would like waking up to an anvil to the face even less. Bugs said he has some contacts outside of the council that he’s going to call as well. I still gotta call Slappy. She’s gonna be pissed.”\n\n“Is she ever not?” Peg replied.\n\n“Good point.” Yakko smiled as he pulled her contact up and hit call.\n\n-----\n\n“Ok pissed was an understatement.” Yakko stared at his phone blankly.\n\nIt had only been four hours and they were already looking at lines drawing for world war toon. Slappy let slip that Bug’s extra contacts were all mafia, the other half of all the families in Toon Town she personally didn’t have on the end of a string. And since revealing their thoughts to her about David’s contingency, she was rapidly pulling on them all. It must be nice to have armies at your beck and call. More so when those armies were composed of toons who knew how to not be seen, as well as how to combat their own.\n\nThey would have their work cut out for them even with Bugs releasing the dossers on all the toons David made. Many were fairly common designs and had been released into Toon Town without oversight. Tracking them all down and securing them would be a lengthy process. And even then there’s no way of knowing if those were the only ones he drew or if some were missing or unaccounted for. Now everything took on a more sinister tone. They would have to have eyes in the back of their heads. They could never relax fully. And nether could any humans within their proximity.\n\nIt occurred to Dee that even without breaking free, David may well have achieved his goal. Because if a wedge were driven between toons and humans, and resentment fomented, WB was as good as gone. As well as every other studio that worked with their kind. ‘Stupid selfish asshole would burn the world down just to inherit the ashes.’\n\nAnd to top it all off, the guy that was getting control of the one thing standing between toons and humans turning on each other was by all accounts a loud brash incompetent maniac. This had to be shut down fast, and before he took power. Everyone was suddenly on a short timer. And the Warners could only sit there and try to act like everything was normal while their livelihoods danced on the edge of a knife.\n\nChapter 2\n\n“Bugs? What do you mean ‘we can’t’?” Yakko asked in that way where he sounded calm but everyone knew he was very not calm and at the edge of his patience. \n\n“I mean ya can’t.” The rabbit replied as he shuffled through his paperwork, finalizing the last drafts of his outgoing administrations policies. It wasn’t all as petty as the bullshit human governments pulled where the next guy would just veto everything. It wasn’t that he was afraid it wouldn’t pass. More that everything Daffy proposed or signed off on was superfluous pointless inefficient goblin brained clap trap that wasted time money potential and brain cells. No one expected much from the next two years and all were in a mad rush to compartmentalize him before he turned Toon Town into a post apocalyptic circus.\n\n“Whyyyy?” Yakko struggled to maintain a pleasantly innocent tone through gritting teeth.\n\n“Cause he’s dead.”\n\nYakko was suddenly glad Bugs had only allowed him inside his small office, his eye twitching. “Excuse me can you repeat that?”\n\nBugs placed his pen down, looking Yakko in the eyes with an expression devoid of emotion. “He’s dead. David is dead Yakko.”\n\n“W-what- how- Bugs what the fuck!?” His knees gave out from under him as he collapsed back into his chair in disbelief. “Who?”\n\nBugs answered his questions in the order he received them, with a patient but dead pan delivery that sent a chill up Yakko’s spine. “Dead. Gunshot to the head. By me. After you two went back to the asylum to regroup. David was right doc. They woulda took em. We couldn’t have stopped them. And eventually he would have succeeded. Do you have any idea the kinda Armageddon that woulda unleashed? Dee was right ta put a gun to his head. He just wasn’t the right guy ta pull the trigger. I was.”\n\nThe look of horror on Yakko’s face was not lost on Bugs. This was why Yakko had never been asked back to his position. Not because he was incompetent. Quite the opposite. It was because he was a true believer. His reputation aside he could never engage in the very real violence it sometimes took to maintain the peace they fought so hard to keep. Once humans learned they were living beside unkillable reality warping beings they couldn’t contain and couldn’t stop it would be bedlam. Then it would be war. And he was not about to have the blood of an entire civilization on his hands because they panicked and started a conflict they had no hope of winning. One twisted evil life for eight billion was a bargain in his book. One he would take, had taken, over and over.\n\nHis expression softened a little as Yakko put his head in his hands, looking like someone had let all the air out of him. “I know. I won’t try ta excuse it doc. Trust me when I say there were humans ready ta make the same choice if we hadn’t. He had his chance. He chose ta throw it away on spite. It ain’t about WB. It never was. That company is run by cynical evil people, Plotz included. And they will get theirs some day, by their own hand. In a way that leaves us sympathetic and puts them in the dog house. What David tried woulda been-”\n\n“A slaughter.” Yakko spoke softly. “I know. Do the humans know? Can this be contained?”\n\n“The ones that matter, which is not the FBI. Yes. They know. They were the ones that contacted us in the first place.” Bugs nodded in reply. “Like I said, if we hadn’t they woulda. They had intended to do so sooner, but we stopped em. That’s why he was in Loopy Acres ta start with. We thought we could bring him back from the edge, but we was wrong. He left us no choice Yakko. I wanted ta spare you lot alla this. And I still do. The toons he made are all that survives em now. I wouldn’t have em spendin the rest of however long we all live as bitter and angry as-”\n\n“Us.” Yakko interrupted. The memories were like an old war wound that never quite healed. Lon would never not be a source of anguish for them. The rage they all felt at his treatment, and the conditions of his eventual passing hadn’t lessened in all these years. Only become background noise they learned to tune out. His thoughts turned to David’s children as he numbly stated the obvious. “They can’t know.”\n\n“No.” Bugs confirmed. “We had intended to engineer a suicide story before this. Now, I think the best we can do is simply gloss it ovah. Cynical as it sounds this whole shadow war accomplishes that nicely.”\n\n“At the potential cost of untold human lives.” Yakko replied sourly. “They suggested the possibility of other toons you didn’t know about, like Daffy’s new spy, that may be out there waiting. We may never be able to let our guard down again.”\n\n“We’re workin on dat. We rounded up most of the toons he made and we’re reevaluating them all, movin them into positions we can keep an eye on. Only two are left unaccounted for, plus the guy that was supposed ta be your handler.”\n\n“I’m not letting him anywhere near my family Bugs. I don’t care what Daffy says, I will not bring that kind of chaos into my home. And I won’t do that to Dee ether. Daffy is a damned fool for poking an open wound like that. But then again his animator spoiled him. There’s nothing more cruel than a child with no empathy. Especially an overgrown one who’s parent told em they can do no wrong and deserve everything they want. What a fucking mess.” Yakko scowled.\n\n“Try not ta be too hard on em doc. He had a different upbringin than you and I, but he aint evil. He’s just stupid.” The rabbit raised an eyebrow at Yakko. It wasn’t usually like him to yield to bitterness. But then again it wasn’t usually like him to get emotionally entangled with someone this close to him ether. Bugs could practically smell the sorrow and anger radiating off of him. He was mourning by proxy for them, where previously his cool detachment would have lent him a degree of objectivity and insight. Bugs couldn’t tell if Dee was a bad influence on him, or the very best.\n\n“Look I know our time table is short, but we got way more resources than David ever knew. More than even our human counterparts know. He weren’t the only one with contingency plans. They’ll be safe. You all will. Dats one of the few things I can promise. Just focus on the things you can influence right now. Be with em, be with him. And let us worry about alla the messy stuff it takes ta keep the world from explodin.” \n\nBugs did his best to sound soothing, but after his admission he knew little would accomplish that any longer. Yakko had a long memory, and he let nothing go. And this meeting had done much to peel back the curtain on what the stakes really were for their kind. He hoped with time it wouldn’t weigh on him so much. Toons like him needed their hope intact, if anything the council did was to have meaning. A society should treasure it’s idealists and dreamers.\n\n“Take some time ta process, doc. You don’t wanna go back to em lookin like dis. They’ll know the second they see ya lookin all shell shocked. That’s one thing I gotta hand to em, those three are perceptive beyond their years. You’re free ta sit here, I can have my secretary bring ya some coffee.” Bugs offered.\n\nYakko could only nod and rub his temples. ‘He’s right. If I go out there like this, Dee will pick up on it instantly and the cats outta the bag.’ Yakko thought before he spoke, sighing heavily. He suddenly felt like he weighed a ton. “Sure. Fine. Just do us a favor and post some folks on our squishies, yeah?”\n\n“Already taken care of.” Bugs nodded.\n\n-----\n\n“So that’s a no huh? Kind of figured.” Dee rubbed the back of his neck as Yakko nodded. \n\n“They said it is quite impossible to speak to him any more. He has nothing to say anyway.” Yakko cringed and resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. ‘Stop it Yakko, he can read tells.’ He chided his self as they exited the Toon Administrative Council building, the bustle of Toon Town’s administrative district filling in the silence with the steady drone of traffic and over priced shoes tapping on the concrete stairs in and out of the building. Everything was suddenly too pale, too gray and severe. Toon Town looked like some of the color had been drained out of it. \n\nNether had seen much of this part of town. A lot had changed since Yakko was here for any length of time, and this was Dee’s first time seeing any of it. They didn’t have much time to take in the sights though, as security wordlessly escorted them to the waiting unmarked suv that was their ride back. Piling into the back, book ended by two of the most muscled rabbits he had ever seen. Not that there was much to see anyway. All the good stuff was off the corner of Hanna and Fleischer street where all the clubs and shopping was. \n\nAs they pulled out and joined the flow of traffic, Yakko wondered if Slappy knew about David. She seemed to have a finger on everything that went on here, and always seemed to have some preemptive strategy to maneuver herself into an advantageous position. There had to be a mole or ten among Bugs’s circle.\n\nBugs his self wouldn’t be in the habit of talking administrative policy with her, but she had her own network of back channels, and she was great at prying information out of people that didn’t want to part with it. ‘Yeah, she probably knows.’ He thought. Those extra days at the hotel, the overly generous expense account, looking back on it, it did feel like corralling. Then again it could be genuine. Best not to see spys in every corner if they were to stay functional.\n\nMost of the return trip was spent in silence, with only the occasional small talk between Yakko and Dee as their escort remained frustratingly silent. And normally a luxury suv would be a great place for shenanigans, but it was hard to fool around with an audience of muscled rabbits in black suits that didn’t respond to flirtation or much of anything else. ‘A shame.’ Part of him thought it would make a great plot for a porno and he mentioned as much to Dee as they approached the exit for Burbank. He could see the title now. ‘Jacked Rabbits: The Bodied Guards.’ Or maybe, ‘Hard Boiled Carrots.’\n\n\n\nHe and Dee swapped ideas at length to the chagrin of their silent guests for the entirety of the remaining ride back. They seemed grateful to part ways as they hastily left the lot the moment they saw the two enter the tower. \n\nAs they stood in the elevator their demeanor changed however. The provocative playfulness gone. “So he’s gone.” Dee stated, more than asked as they rode the elevator aloft. “I’m guessing it was Bugs. He did reach for the gun fairly calmly.” As Yakko moved to speak, Dee shook his head. “It’s ok. I knew it would happen, I just thought I would have to be the one to do it. In a way I have to thank Bugs. At least my hands are clean. My soul though…”\n\nYakko pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face in Dee’s neck as the two silently wept. And for once Yakko was thankful the damn thing was so slow. It gave them a moment. “Am I really that transparent?” He asked, face still hidden in Dee’s neck.\n\n“Yes. And intentionally so. I knew you wanted to tell me something important. The rest was just addition and context. Bugs really is underestimating us. Is that intentional too? Is he trying to keep the council’s eyes off of us by making us seem ineffectual?”\n\n“Probably.” Yakko confirmed. “But also the humans too I think. He wants to keep everyone in the dark about you guys.”\n\n“Well nice to know someone in the government is looking out for us. I almost regret throwing him through a wall. Almost.” He kissed Yakko softly as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, whispering “We’ll talk more later.” as he put on a happy face and scooped up his little brother who came to greet them, holding him extra tight. “Hey chief, I missed you too…”\n\n-----\n‘I don’t have much time to text. I have to keep moving or they will find me. This is becoming prohibitively difficult. I’ve tried getting closer, but they are surrounded now. I have no window. Respond when you can.’ The weasel toon put his burner phone away, walking faster as he angled for a near by alley between a strip mall and a gas station. \n\nHe increased his pace to a slow jog as he approached a space between two dumpsters, his nose curling at the smell. He hoped it would keep any looky loos at bay as well while he pulled up a gps app, hoping to find a place he could squat and watch the patrols and his target. What the fuck kind of name is Scratchandsniff for a human? Instinctively he reached into his hammer space, rubbing his thumb over the pistol he had stolen from the last human house he broke into. Not that he needed it, but it brought a strange comfort to him. The cold metal was almost meditative to stroke. \n\n‘There. That looks good.’ He thought as he zoomed in on the overhead view of a closed and abandoned hotel. It didn’t look like it had seen any business in so long the parking lot was more weeds than asphalt, and it had a second story he could post watch from. Releasing his gun he pulled a purloined snack cake from his hammer space and popped it wrapper and all into his mouth, pushing off the wall. Before he could round the corner though a blur of movement caught his eye. A white flash of pain behind his eyes was his only warning as he was bowled over, and the garbage reek increased exponentially.\n\n“Allo mon petite ne'er-do-well. I ave seeked your hiding, non?” A weight on his chest pinned him face up, the bright LA sun blurring out his vision till a dark shape leaned over, and his focus landed on a black and white...skunk. ‘Ah shit.’ He was soon joined by several of the biggest rabbits the weasel had seen in his short life, being hauled to his feet only to be hogtied and hung, humiliatingly, from the skunks tail. Facing the business end of the worst stink ever, he dared not breathe as the haughty toon paraded him in front of an array of humorless looking toons who all looked like they wanted to grab a limb and start walking in different directions, like so much Polymer Man toy.\n\nThe skunk came to an abrupt halt, which sent the weasel’s nose head long into the skunks backside, clicking his heels together and saluting. He missed what he said, too distracted by the fact that his eyes watered and every breath burned his lungs, but shortly after he was mercifully deposited on the ground, and a new shape blocked out the sun above. He couldn’t make him out past the tears in his eyes and the sun’s glare, but the voice made his blood run cold.\n\n“Eh, what’s up doc? Where’s your friend?”\n\n“Shit.”\n\n“Yeh, yer innit deep doc.” Bugs replied looking down his nose at the weasel toon. How stereotypical can you be? Well, it wasn’t like David had a lot of time to play against type. So that could work to their advantage. \n\n“You know I won’t turn on em.” The weasel spat defiantly at him. He flinched visibly at Bugs’s reply though, all pretense of ego gone, replaced with horror.\n\n“He’s dead doc. And I’m the one what did it. So think for a minute about what I might be willin ta do ta one of his kids. Ether you can make some kinda life after dis, or I can put you in the Vault and you’ll never see the sun, or any light for that matter, again.” He knelt beside the weasel toon, leaning close, an unnerving glint in his eyes that made the young toon recoil.\n\n“Imma ask you again doc, and you’re gonna answer one way or another. Where. Is. The other one?”\n\n-----\n\n“They got one of the missing two.” Yakko announced as he checked his phone. \n\n“Well that just leaves the one, right?” Dot perked up at the good news, tying yet another bow to Psykko’s ears while he played video games. Six was way too much in Yakko’s opinion but he wasn’t about to tell Dot how to give a makeover.\n\n“Depends on how much damage they can do between now and when they’re finally caught- Psykko what are you doing?” Dee paused as he entered the room. It was hard not to notice the pink dress or array of bows in his hair and up his ears.\n\n“I am, apparently, a pretty princess.” He replied blankly as Dot reached in her hammer space with a crazed look in her eyes.\n\n“Not without your makeup you’re not!” She beamed proudly at the astonishing array of beauty products she produced, unfurling them like playing cards in each hand.\n\n\n“I’m just glad it’s not me for once.” Wakko replied as blankly as Psykko, sitting across from him with another controller. It was always him. And she was always mean about it too. ‘You need it the most!’ he sneered inwardly. She never managed to do more than make him look like a circus clown, which was always horrifying. What she was doing to Psykko was mild in comparison.\n\nPsykko barely budged as Dot began gluing eye lashes, applying eye shadow and eye liner, before meticulously painting deep red lipstick on him. He honestly didn’t mind, clothes were clothes and it made her happy. Something which he did find important lately. He enjoyed making people smile.\n\n“They got a rough location out of the guy for where he might be possibly maybe. Which is about as useful as it sounds. But the important part was they know who his target was supposed to be. Plotz. Or more specifically, his family. So that’s disturbing.” Yakko read off the messages as they came in. Largely it was from one of Slappy’s people working close with Bugs’s task force, providing them regular updates. She knew not knowing was driving them crazy, so she did everything in her power to keep them apprised. It was more than any of them could have hoped for, and Yakko let his gratitude be known. Though she would inevitably come calling for a favor later, anything she might ask short of sexual favors would be easy compared to this mess. ‘Seriously, I am not showing her my shmeckle.’ Yakko shuddered at the thought. \n\nMercifully Dot gave him something else to think about when she revealed Princess Psykko. “Done! Oh I am a genius!” She congratulated herself. Yakko had to admit he wasn’t quite as terrifying as he expected a fur covered razor blade in a dress to be. The makeup actually highlighted that he had delicate facial features that one could consider attractive if one was not given to an abundance of survival instinct or love of appendages. “Good job sister sib!” He congratulated. “That’s a proper damsel-is-distress.”\n\n“I’m glad you think so Yakk-a-rino, cause you’re next.” Dot turned on him with a sadistic gleam in her eye, brandishing her makeup brushes like Wolverine’s claws between her fingers. “Don’t fight it brother of mine. You’ll only be out of breath and pretty.”\n\nYakko backed away slowly, hands up. He intended to run, until his back came to rest on Dee’s gorgeous and tragically immovable chest. He looked behind him to see a grin mirroring his sisters and his jaw dropped. That split second was all she needed. “Et tu Dee!?”\n\n“Sorry handsome, but this I gotta see.” He laughed pushing him gently toward Dot, as Yakko looked aghast. \n\n“I will remember this!” Yakko flailed as she pounced on him with a war cry, generating a fight cloud with limbs emerging at random.\n\n“So will I, that’s the point.” He grinned as Yakko quickly found his self in a dress that matched his slacks in color. At least the makeup was well done. Yakko definitely had the bone structure for it, and he looked great in a dress. But it was the principle of the thing! And she still wasn’t done beautifying the boys.\n\nWhen it came Dee’s turn he didn’t even fight it. He stood before a force of nature and could but only yield to it. His ass looked good in a skirt at least. Everyone looked to him horrified however as he explained at length to Dot what a femboy is.\n\n“Dee. No. You don’t know what you have unleashed...” Yakko paled as his sister flew to the computer absorbing every piece of femboy media she could get her meddling little fingers on. He would never hear the end of this.\n\n“My sister is trans honey, I know exactly what I’ve unleashed. And you’re welcome.” He laughed as Yakko swatted his chest in an exaggeratedly effeminate manner.\n\n“You caaAaaan’t!” He whined plaintively. “Dee, we’re actors! The costume is 90% of the character! I won’t be able to help myself!” He whined, but paused at the look in Dee’s eyes. Uh oh. That opened up possibilities he hadn’t considered. “Dee? No. Stay good! Dee!”\n\n“Hey Dot, can you pull up some shopping sites while you’re on? I got some...ideas.” He rumbled as his tail went around Yakko, pinning him to his chest, whispering in Yakko’s ear. “I’ll make it fun, I promise.”\n\nChapter 3\nTwo rings. Three. The scenery is a blur. Four rings. Five. A fence gives way like toilet paper in the dark. A dog is swatted away like a fly and voices are raised in alarm. Clumsy. But necessary. Shadows pursue him, flashing just feet behind. Running at full speed. The ground gives way like soft powder as he pours on the speed. The guards were not anticipated. He wasn’t sure how they knew, or where they found so many in such a short time span. It didn’t matter. Target couldn’t be acquired, so rules were clear. Abandon the effort. Regroup. Find a new target of opportunity. Slink wasn’t answering. He always picked up on the third. A beep. The line picks up as a flash bang sails past his head. A quick swipe and it flies back in the face of the toon that threw it, stunning him long enough to widen the gap. It wouldn’t last.\n\nThe voice on the line gives him pause. ‘Compromised. No need for a phone any longer.’ He released it into the wind, sailing backward as doppler effect caused Bugs’s shrill “Ehhh.” to fade. A cinder block wall. Shoulder in, pour on more speed. It provided minimal resistance, but minimal was enough. They’re gaining again. Duck through an alley. Left, straight, right, left again, leap across a traffic snarled street. Approaching a shop front. Tuck! He rolls as he crashes through the front window, pops back onto his feet without missing a beat. It’s likely they are waiting out back.\n\nReaching into his hammer space he pulls out a mallet, extending the arm behind him he grunts with effort, arm bending in an arc with the force of his throw. It’s little more than an anvil on a thick metal rod, but it will suffice. It explodes from his hand like a bullet, barely missing a human as the back of the shop explodes in a shower of dust and brick. He explodes through the cloud at full speed, concrete giving way under his initial kick off. He feels the air pressure before he sees it. A mallet head. Throwing his self to his knees, he slides under it. It eats momentum though, slowing his escape. Rolling a shoulder forward he dodged another aimed straight down. The debris created by it’s impact peppering his back as he springs back to his feet and pushes off hard again.\n\nThey are relentless. Femtosecond reactions launch them after him with equal haste. He needs a distraction, something to give his self a window to escape. But to where? ‘There.’ This would require exact timing. Fifteen steps at his current speed. Counting them off in his head he reached into his hammer space, pulling out several smoke grenades, pulling the pens on all of them. He dropped the first as it sputtered and exploded inches behind him in an opaque brown cloud. ‘Ten.’ He tossed the second a foot in front of him, bullying through it’s concussive blast.’Six.’ The third grenade dropped as he approached the next busy street, tossed to the far side, while his spare hand reached back producing a sizable pile of caltrops, dropping them behind him. ‘Four.’ the final grenade exploded on his intended target. ‘One.’ A quick motion was all it took to tilt the manhole cover on it’s side and slip underneath, his body stretching out into a string as wide as spaghetti. The sound of the cover righting it’s self was minimal. ‘No time to stop yet.’\n\nAs fast as he could he made his way through the tunnels to the far end of the block, took a blind turn and went another three, changing direction each time before he dares stop to peek out of a storm drain. A tree line. Another residential neighborhood. Squeezing through the drain, he vanished into the tree line, spinning into a new costume before willing his self to walk casually down the sidewalk appearing as normal foot traffic in the mixed species community Burbank had become. ‘This is all their fault. If it weren’t for them, father would be free now. And now because of them the town is crawling with council, and other worse things that keep all other avenues closed.’ He knew better than to let his self be emotionally compromised. But it had gone way past personal. They must be made accountable. It wasn’t the wise play. But wisdom was of no profit. He was certain he could handle them. Decision made, he began to devise the minutiae of his plan. Sometimes straight forward was the only direction you could go.\n\n-----\n“Nnngh. Not fair.” Yakko whimpered as his alarm clock rang. He had hardly slept at all last night. He forgot how lonely an empty bed could feel. He didn’t always share a bed with Dee, and last night had been one such occasion. He had needy siblings too, and last night Psykko preemptively asked if he could sleep with him. Which, while adorable, left Yakko the odd man out. He didn’t begrudge him quality time with his brother, it just reminded him how he had come to rely on Dee to be his anchor when the anxiety and existential crisis crept in. He was, despite his own traumas, a calming influence on Yakko. Even when they were “together”. Especially when they were together. He didn’t know when he had become so used to it, and the revelation was somewhat alarming, in that what was supposed to not be a serious committed relationship was growing increasingly both of those things. But then he would remember the feeling of laying his head on Dee’s chest and listening to his breath as he slowly came to consciousness in the morning, the silky texture of his fur, the feeling of being entangled in his limbs and how it felt like both a protective gesture and a desperate one.\n\n‘Yeah. It’s getting serious. Shit.’ He thought as he rolled out of bed, completely nude. Yet another habit he had learned since they started. Clothes got in the way during...things...and over time it just became easier and more comfortable than underwear or pajamas. There were drawbacks though. And they were apparent as he looked down, rubbing the sleep form his eyes. ‘Well one of us is awake at least.’ Confirming with a quick ear to the door that he was, as usual, the first one of his trio awake, he stalked naked to the bathroom, taking care of the necessities and taking a quick shower, before he emerged clothed to get started on breakfast. The others would be awake soon and Wakko got punchy when he didn’t eat.\n\nPeg was the next one up, not even bothering to hide her nudity, as she rubbed an eye, waving on the way to the bathroom. ‘Jeez, she sure is Dee’s sister. They don’t do anything small, do they?’ Close living and reliance on shared resources had long ago taught those three that shame is a luxury. Besides, she was proud of her body, and in Yakko’s opinion, had much to be proud of in that respect. She had Dee’s strength with Psykko’s agility, plus a dancers grace that gave her movements a fluid quality many found alluring. \n\nHe didn’t mind their odd privacy issues anymore really, well not as it applied to his self. He had been scandalized at first heavens knew, but he could see the reasoning behind it. And he wasn’t about to start lecturing them on something so petty when bigger concerns loomed. Life is too short to get worked up over the occasional bare penis. Even if they did sometimes make him feel inadequate.\n\nBy the time she emerged from the bathroom, still naked, though fortunately no longer at full mast, he had the beginnings of a mountain of pancakes and scrambled eggs piled up. There were sausage patties as well, and enough hash browns to alleviate the Irish potato famine. It was nether cheap or easy keeping any number of toons fed, but this was all on the studio’s dime, so he had no qualms about cooking more than they needed.\n\nPeg took the opportunity to snitch a sausage, kissing his cheek before he shooed her off. “No stealing the meat till yours is covered young lady.” He waggled a wooden spatula at her. “Get some clothes on before you make Dot jealous.”\n\nPeg barked in laughter as she swatted him on the ass turning to head to her room. “Heh! Her? Or you? Don’t worry, Dee has nothing but good things to say about it, I’m sure you’re fine.”\n\n\n“Ow! Hey! Easy on the goods sister, you break it Dee will have a fit.” Peg waved wordlessly over her shoulder, stuffing the sausage in her mouth before she vanished down the hall, in all her slinky lean glory. “Try not to smack it into any walls or door frames on your way!” He called after her. She was a perfectly beautiful young woman, aesthetically a perfect match for him, but still far too violent for Yakko’s taste. Between Slappy and Dot’s influence those tendencies had not lessened, simply become more focused and playful. At least she wasn’t assaulting the humans on the lot in ways that resulted in stitches or hospitalization.\n\nThough the last time an actor hit on her she still put him on his back. Just that this time, instead of beating him black blue and red, she sat on his chest and slapped him in the face with her dick till security could haul him off, claiming to be more woman than he could handle and more man than he could take. No one had bothered her since. She of course thought it was hilarious, and honestly Yakko had to agree. Once she had learned to stop taking them so seriously and allowed herself to have fun at their expense the constant jeers stopped getting under her skin.\n\nIt wasn’t long after her return to her room that others started filtering in. Wakko first, roused by the promise of carbs and grease. Then Dot, Dee, and Psykko who he carried in his arms, still mostly asleep, which was precious. Yakko took the rare opportunity to kiss the side of the boys muzzle stirring him awake with affection and food, Wakko was already digging into his pile before anyone else by that time. Then Peg soon returned, thankfully dressed, and began helping him portion out food. She pushed him into a chair, making sure he had food before she ate. He was learning she was, at her core, a care taker, and food was one of the ways she did it. If he had any worries about her eating last though, he needn’t have. The stack of pancakes she came to the table with rivaled Wakko’s and earned her a wide smile from him as she dug in.\n\nYakko and Psykko ate relatively modestly, but the rest of the table was neigh vulgar as an obscene amount of food was packed away.\n\n-----\n\n“We have a later shift than normal.” Peg flipped through the pages of their itinerary.\n\n“They want to keep us hidden so people don’t connect any fall out from this to us.” Psykko replied, leaning on her looking through the same notes. “See, our hours are shorter too.”\n\n“Just means we have to do more, faster.” Dee leaned back in his chair. “Under duress. I would like to see these dumb asses try to completely re record the entire discography of Ella Fitzgerald, pitch perfect, in six hours while someone is gunning for them.”\n\n“Oh yeah we had her today. Who’s doing vocals this time?” Peg mused.\n\n“Probably you.” Psykko answered the obvious. “My voice is too high, and Dee can do it but he has a slight tell on descending notes. You’ve always done a better Ella anyway. But we can’t do an entire big band in that time plus sing and mix. So who is filling in?”\n\n“That’ll be us!” Wakko popped up behind Dee, resting his chin on the taller toon’s shoulder, earning a gentle pet in the process. “We can do all the brass band bits, and Yakko knows enough about production to fill in while you’re playing. But we need to go soon if we’re gonna have enough time.”\n\nSince the start of all this the studio has taken a much more cautious approach about the movements of, not just them, but anyone on the lot. Security had quadrupled, the staff swelling to almost two hundred, which might be reassuring if they had vetted each member. By necessity many of them were toons, and while that kept the humans out of danger it also provided a window all of them were wary of getting close to. Once those concerns were voiced it was decided that only humans would escort them from one building to the next, and each step would be planned carefully to minimize exposure. It seemed on the face of it excessive, but one look at the news told a different story.\n\n“-at nine pm last night. Authorities stated that while no one was seriously injured, property damage was extreme. No footage exists of the assailant despite the presence of surveillance cameras, but eye witnesses indicate that it was a toon, pursued by others. The Toon Council had no comment.”\n\nFootage showed a trail of destruction ending at a nail salon that had been nearly gutted as the chase had passed through it uninterrupted. Bugs must be pulling his ears off by now. This was way more public than he wanted it to be, and Daffy was no doubt rubbing it in that nothing this bad happened under his administrations. ‘Probably because no one wanted his flaky ass involved.’ Yakko thought. And once Bugs was out, if this problem hadn’t been resolved it would only worsen. This toon of David’s didn’t give a damn about innocent bystanders, and it’s only a matter of time before he gets someone killed. ‘Well. Not our fight.’ He already has enough people on this, and being out in the open would only make them bait at best. A liability at worst. And Yakko wanted this ended as fast as possible.\n\nThe others filtered into the living room as the clock ticked down and Yakko’s cell phone rang. It was their escort. Toons this time. Great. They hurried to finish last minute preparations, putting on a less grim facade before hauling the giant metal door open, stepping out into the harsh LA sun.\n\n-----\n\n“Here’s your uniform. Just make sure you keep your radio tuned to this frequency, stick with your partner, and keep your eyes peeled.” He smiled tightly and nodded as he donned his wb security uniform, a simple blue and gold affair that hearkened back to uniforms worn by lot security in the golden age of Hollywood. Examining his self in the mirror he sneered at the blue and gold shield on his shoulder. The sooner he could rip the rent-a-cop monkey suit off the better. But right now it was his best in.\n\nWhen the call had gone out to toon enclaves in Burbank he could hardly have believed his luck. Wb was vastly expanding their security profile to keep out...well...him. Qualifications were minimal, and most of the toons it attracted had been bouncers, boxers, typical over sized tough guys that for all their impressive mass were slow dull witted and naive. Someone like his self, shifty quick witted and fast must have appeared to them as a perfect compliment to their apparent brawn. Stupid humans. Always judging by appearances. He was less than half the size of most of these apes and he could still do everything they could and then some.\n\nIt didn’t matter. Their folly was his gain. He would slip in, flatten the Warners, bomb the executive offices, burn the lot to the ground and be gone before anyone realized anything was amiss. And in that order. Those traitors were his priority. No self respecting toon sells out their creator. Or agrees to slave for the people that did their creator in. He would make them watch as he took everything out from under them, and did the job they should have. Then he could spring David from wherever they were holding him and reunite with all his real kids. He didn’t know what would come after. He didn’t care. All that mattered right now was balancing the scale. And to do that all he needed was a fake smile and a security key card. Both were trifles really. But everything to this point had been. Why had David fretted so much over these Warner’s any way? He was ten times the toon they were. Sure he had been made a few times, and sure his last escape had been more destructive than he intended, but they were just going to do all that anyway. And no one had been anything approaching fast enough to catch him without stopping every nanosecond to minimize danger to bystanders. They couldn’t catch him, they couldn’t stop him, and as he passed through the employees gate along with the group of other hastily gathered toon security he smiled at the thought that soon enough they wouldn’t beat him ether.\n\nHe had to suppress a bark of laughter as they paired him off, as they had with all the other toons, with a wide shouldered moose toon. The dour looking slab had to be eight feet tall at the antlers and so wide he had to turn sideways and duck to fit through doors. Even then it was a tight squeeze. Who the hell designed this guy? He could run circles around him and still knock him on his ass if he had to. Lady luck must really be on his side today.\n\nFirst thing’s first. Get a lay of the land. Patrols moved in counter rotating and overlapping circles, covering every entrance and exit. All the maintenance buildings were covered by at least one human guard, who to him looked about as foreboding as wet toilet paper, and equipment and supplies were being locked behind steel cages, only released to personnel who presented a work order and signed out for the exact quantity they needed. ‘Ok that’s smart. Looks like whoever planned this out thought of everything. But it won’t be enough.’\n\nIn his head he did the math. Ten seconds across the lot, smash the Warner’s into a crater, another ten back to the maintenance building, three seconds to whip up something flammable enough to do the job, fifteen seconds to smash the execs and burn down the building with them in it. Maybe an hour after that to do the rest. All he needed was a window. And for that he had his radio. The big dumb moose wasn’t an obstacle. For him it must have appeared that he simply took the job seriously, noting every update that came through.\n\n-----\n“Assets out. Escorting in ten. Make sure the sound stage is clear, and keep traffic on the way to a minimum.” The guard spoke into the radio pinned to his shoulder as all six Warner’s emerged from the elevator. These were always tense moments for him. Before this he had been a body guard for one of the wealthier toons in Toon Town, and never did get used to just how exposed it felt when someone he was charged to protect stood out in the open. He had to get things moving along quickly.\n\nHe motioned to the bouncer to his left to open the car, and moved to usher them in when he heard a sound that made his stomach turn. The six toons froze in place, a curious change coming over three of them as one of the youngest twitched an ear. “He’s coming.”\n\n-----\n‘Fools! Absolute empty headed moronic thumb sucking fools! You couldn’t even bother to code your transmissions? You lot deserve to get your asses handed to you!’ The very second the message had gone out he fixed his gaze on the water tower, visible from anywhere in the lot really, and bolted for it at such a speed that the asphalt gave way underfoot and pelted his, ugh, partner with the debris. It had proven distraction enough to give him the lead he needed. Three nanoseconds was more than enough, but that ignoramoose gave him a whole half second! Slow! Dumb! Moose! He didn’t even bother going around the buildings in his way, simply increasing his speed and shouldering in so he plowed through one side and out the other.\nThe shortest distance between two points was a straight line after all. And no one could stop him anyway so why not dispense with subtly? Five seconds. Though the scenery blurred past he felt like it took an eternity. People screamed. Walls exploded out like cardboard. High velocity debris smashed cars and scattered crowds. A human went down, head erupting red as a tiny chunk of cinder block clipped his temple. Weak. Slow.\n\nScenery changed again. Inside an office now. A shower of glass. A human flying through the air up and over him as a quick scooping motion sent them sailing out of his way. Another wall exploding out of his way. Nine seconds. He reached into his hammer space, closing his fingers around a thick metal shaft as he slid to a halt in front of the tower, his mallet sliding smoothly from it to clang onto the ground, little more than a steel anvil with a three inch thick metal pole stuck through it. It was nether subtle, nor graceful, but in this moment it didn’t matter. He locked eyes with them. And his vision went red. Everyone on the lot heard his scream as feet dug into the ground and he kicked off.\n\n-----\n“He’s coming.” No sooner had the younger Warner said it than the escort turned to the sound of exploding brick and concrete, a scrabble of rock and dust only briefly obscuring him. He looked...sick. A rabbit? Maybe? Some kind of hybrid. Long pointed buck teeth combined with fangs, claws, and a long cat like tail roared loud enough to break glass, vibrant emerald eyes nearly glowing with hatred as it dug it’s feet into the ground and launched it’s self at them, trailing what he was sure it might have thought was a mallet, but only in the loosest terms.\n\nHe felt like the world kicked into slow motion as he spun to give orders, his own much more elegant mallet sliding from his hammer space along with a flash bang. The others moved, but too slowly. He would be on them in nanoseconds, and they would barely have turned to receive him. ‘Shit. Shit!’ “Run!” He shouted over his shoulder. But as he looked behind him only three remained. A shadow passed in front of his eyes so quickly it seemed to be in real time. His head barely whipped around in time to see what it was.\n\n-----\n\nWithout uttering a word the three moved. This guy was fast, Dee would grant him that, but compared to Psykko he may as well be moving in slow motion. As he watched his little brother he could barely follow his movements his self. He timed his attack to coordinate with the smaller more agile Warner’s.\n\nThe toon, whatever the fuck he was, came up short on his sprint, not expecting to be attacked, though willing to reciprocate. As his foot planted, it dug into the ground and he shifted his body to swing the mass he was trailing around him. ‘Good plan. But too slow.’ Psykko thought as reality jumped. He was beside him now, his claws out, fangs bared as the metal rod of the toon’s mallet met them, and yielded. His bite sailed through the material like butter, severed at the toons hand, sending the functioning end of it spinning into the car that was supposed to be their ride, folding the vehicle in half, but catching the projectile in the process. His momentum carried him in a straight line across the toon’s front, as he dragged his claws across his eyes in the same motion, blinding him to what came next. ‘Your turn.’\n\nDee was on the guy nearly as fast as his brother was, one hand on the rod Psykko so neatly clipped in two, pinning his hand while the other balled up in a fist, and flashed. If anyone could have counted the number of times he punched this guy in his shit in that fraction of a second it would surely have been in the triple digits. The force of them further blinded him and pushed his lead foot further into the ground, pinning it up to the knee in dirt and asphalt as he sailed past, yanking the toons arms up over his head.\nThe rod flew out of them as Dee’s feet met the ground, the earth shaking under them as his sister made contact.\n\n‘Time to earn your keep mister stump!’ Finally. A conflict she could sink her teeth into. Finally! Something to hit! FINALLY! Psykko and Dee had done a masterful job disarming and pinning the guy, but in all honesty they needn’t have. He was slow and clumsy by her standards, and judging by the way he reacted to them he must have thought he was hot shit. Of all the things to gift her with, David really had given her everything she could possibly want in a target. An arrogant ineffectual prick threatening her family!? ‘Oh I think not! Time you and gravity got acquainted friend!’ \n\nImpressive as he must have thought his anvil on a stick was, it paled both in surface area and weight to the literal oak tree stump on a branch Peg lovingly termed “Mister Stump”. Nothing it met stayed in the same shape it started out as for long. Going back to when she first made it even, her prototype managed to fold a bus in half. And she could swing it like it was a feather. She had always been the most violent of the three, and the shortest tempered. So when rare opportunities to frenzy like this came up she relished in it. And they were so rare. Everyone and everything else was so delicate, so slow, but this guy, this guy could take it. And he would. All of it. All the anguish angst and rage of the last year focused into the end of her hammer as it met him, and nailed him into a crater. And she didn’t stop there. It wasn’t enough to be incapacitated. He had to know. He had to understand, the very depth of his stupidity. So she kept swinging, throwing her entire weight into it, screaming a string of obscenities that you could hear from Anaheim. \n\n‘Why are we even...here?’ The body guard shook in his shoes as he witnessed the most brutal efficient take down he had ever seen a toon subjected to. She was still screaming, cursing some guy named David, and cussing this toon, who was by now a thick paste at the bottom of a growing crater. The others stood there for, it felt like minutes, but it couldn’t have been more than a handful of seconds, before the tallest one spoke.\n\n“Peg.” His voice was firm but still soft as she looked at him with a snarl, the picture of feral rage. “It’s ok. You got em. Let them have what’s left.” He jerked his head toward the body guard, who swallowed hard as she turned red eyed on him. ‘Were her fangs always that long?’ She looked back to Dee, then the crater her hammer still sat on, and back to him before raising her hammer once more and with a snarl getting one last ground shaking blow in. “rrrRRFine!” \n\nTaking a deep breath she seemed to relax as she dragged the hammer out of the crater, really grinding it into the toon underneath before she slipped it back in her hammer space. She steadied herself as time seemed to resume and the guard willed his heart to stop beating in his ears. \n\n“He’s all yours.” She huffed, looking over the edge of the crater. “What’s left of him.”\n\n-----\n\n“Right. Thanks doc. Yeah. Be seein you.” Bugs ended the call and slid his phone back in his hammer space as he resumed, looking down at the bruised and battered toon in the concrete pit he now rested in.\n\n“Ya know, if you would just call off this grudge of yours we could reduce your sentence to a regular prison. You would be out again in a couple decades on good behavior.”\n\nThe sound that gurgled up out of the beaten toons throat made Bug’s stomach turn. “uUghhfffuck you.”\n“Suit yourself doc.” He shrugged flippantly before turning to the guards. “Bury em.” \n\nPumps whirred to life as a steel cage was lowered into the pit, leaving only enough space in the center for the toon to curl up into a ball, lest he be crushed under it. A heavy cloth hose positioned it’s self over the pit shortly thereafter, the heavy gravelly sound of liquid concrete rushing down it’s length to fill the small space as the toon screamed death threats from his tiny space. It wasn’t long till those screams turned to gurgles, and eventually only the sound of the heavy substance filling the space remained. A final steel plate was then lowered over the hole to cap it off.\n\nIt would be centuries before he got out of there. Maybe millennia. And a lot of very specific ifs would have to occur before even that was a possibility. By then, Bugs suspected, this entire hole would be filled. Eternity was a long time, and the Vault was already on it’s third layer.\n\nHe made a mental note to bring up the possibility of a second vault. Perhaps this time in a mountain under northern Alaska. Or perhaps Antarctica like they had originally planned. Lack of funding and technology at the time had necessitated putting this one under a mountain in Nevada. It was the nearest geologically stable place they could find, but it was far too close to inhabited settlements for his tastes. He was actually considering offering the top two layers to the state department to dispose of radioactive waste. Maybe that would ward off any potential meddlers and keep these maroons right where they are a few centuries longer.\n\nObserving the last of the sealing ritual constituted his last official duty as head of the council. So as the final bolt was turned he wasted no time in making his way with his entourage to the filthy safety yellow elevator back to the top of the three hundred foot vertical hole that constituted the toon maximum security prison complex known as The Vault. He hoped he would never have to see the inside of it again.\n\n-----\n‘God bless days off!’ Yakko thought as Dee rocked his body, his heavy breath hot on his neck as fangs grazed along the tender flesh. Yakko’s eyes rolled back as each movement made colors dance behind his eyelids and electricity snake up and down his body. He clung to him, arms legs and tail entangled around Dee, holding on for dear life as for the tenth time that day he fucked Yakko’s ever loving brains out. There was simply no more poetic way to put it. There had been lovemaking sure, but the second he told Dee to stop holding back, all that had gone out the window faster than if Peg had drop kicked it.\n\nTheir union grew to a fever pitch, again, as both finally released, again, with such force that a distant part of Yakko worried that the sound proofing hadn’t been enough. Since that toon’s arrest Dee had been coiled up tight and afraid. Not of them, but afraid of what they would think of them. It was the first time any of them had ever let anyone see what David had truly made of them. And they all bore it as a scarlet letter. Ashamed of what they were capable of. Even Peg, who usually reveled in it had grown to hate the look of uncertainty and even fear people gave them all now. It made them feel different. Wrong. Which brings them to here and now.\n\nHe certainly couldn’t do this with all of them though. He doubted he would survive Pegs stress release, even if he was her type. Though he had encouraged her to find a partner that was. It was high time she learned there was more to life than waiting for the next disaster to rage at. Psykko needed a different outlet though. One for which Wakko was specially qualified to provide. Much to the dismay of the lot executives, and anyone who took pride in their job as an upholsterer of fine limousines. Plotz would never get the pee smell out of his.\nThings were still unsettled. But at least this latest debacle was. And as Dee slowly caught his breath over him he had to think that time would come sooner rather than later. He kissed along Dee’s neck gently as he slowly dragged his claws up and down his back eliciting a shiver that made him grin.\n\n“So.” He whispered in his ear lustily. “Another round?” It was going to be a long day. Night. Week. Yakko didn’t know yet, but he would take it as far as he could.\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Chapter 18, Epilogue.<br /><br />Morning came mercifully slowly. Yakko whimpered plaintively as light filtered through the windows, feeling the warm chest rising and falling slowly under his head. Yakko, dreading what had become the usual interruption to his sleep, hadn&rsquo;t expected to sleep in as late as he had. Ether everyone else was as tired as Dee and he had been, or Slappy was feeling uncharacteristically merciful. He had time to slowly awaken, his bare hand rubbing through Dee&rsquo;s chest fur. He was so warm and Yakko was loathe to move away from him. He knew the moment he rose Dee wouldn&rsquo;t be far behind, and he didn&rsquo;t want to wake him. &lsquo;And besides&hellip;&rsquo; He thought as his thigh rubbed up Dee&rsquo;s morning wood. &lsquo;...it would mean leaving this behind too.&rsquo; <br /><br />He hadn&rsquo;t told his siblings about them, since the first trip out to Toon Town, and that day in the motel. He hadn&rsquo;t needed to. All four of them could tell, even as subtle as they were being about it. If any of them had any objections they would have made them known, but all remained tactfully silent. Though Psykko did exchange a look with him yesterday morning that carried a lot of, something, with it. Still, a small shrug and an almost imperceptible dismissive flick of his tail tip had said enough. His only concern was for Dee&rsquo;s happiness and safety. So long as Yakko provided that, he wasn&rsquo;t concerned.<br /><br />The issue of &lsquo;family&rsquo; had never factored in as humans understood it. Their status as cousins was more a statement of relationship than genetics. They would have had to all be animated by Lon, all on the same page to be actually related, and while they were all the same species they were no more blood relatives than Bugs was to Buster Bunny. So when circumstance and other baser things pushed them together, the only real concern had been how they would navigate it emotionally. Thankfully that had yet to be an issue.<br /><br />They weren&rsquo;t anything super serious, and nether had revisited it since moving back into the tower. But something about this second trip rekindled it. Maybe it was the stress, bringing them together in an act of solidarity. Maybe they were developing a mutual hotel room fetish. Ether way they had been all over each other since the night they arrived in Toon Town&rsquo;s fanciest hotel. And last night Dee had needed comforting more than ever. This whole affair had been more difficult for him than he was willing to admit. Yakko was getting better at noticing the turmoil bubbling under the surface of his calm, so when the opportunity arrived he had been there to listen, to hold, and more, until both evened out and Dee could function again. It had been intense, emotional, cathartic, and Yakko was glad their room was at the far end of the suite from the others, especially Slappy. Her commentary he did not need.<br /><br />Eventually an inability to return to sleep, and more basic biological needs won out and he slowly, reluctantly, left Dee&rsquo;s side to pad quietly to their bathroom, taking the opportunity to brush his teeth and get a shower going. He was under the hot high pressure spray for less than five minutes before a pair of warm arms enveloped him from behind, and gentle kisses rained down on his shoulder and neck.<br /><br />&ldquo;Did I wake you?&rdquo; Yakko fought in vane to keep the purr out of his voice, as his head tilted. Dee only shook his head, grunting softly into his wet fur. &ldquo;I never could stay asleep alone.&rdquo; His deeper voice sending a slight thrill up Yakko&rsquo;s spine. &ldquo;I missed your warmth.&rdquo; Dee murmured as another part of him, much lower down, nuzzled against something else.<br /><br />Yakko&rsquo;s tail curled around the small of the taller Warner&rsquo;s back as he rested his hands on Dee&rsquo;s with a smile. &ldquo;And is that all you missed?&rdquo; He teased. A low playful growl rose from Dee&rsquo;s throat as he pressed Yakko against the shower wall, eliciting a gasp form the shorter Warner. &ldquo;Mmm, maybe that too.&rdquo; Yakko couldn&rsquo;t contain the sharp gasp as Dee&rsquo;s fangs grazed slowly along the nape of his neck. Nor the sounds that followed as he entered him, taking his time to give Yakko the tenderness that had been missing from last night. Yakko had to admit both approaches had their charms, and in their own context both felt appropriate. His back arched as he pressed back against his advancing hips, both taking their time as steam obscured everything beyond, a humid veil between them and the rest of the world, narrowing everything down to a moment that felt like it went on both forever, and ended all too soon. And in those tender moments Yakko silently thanked whoever taught this man how to make love. Even if it did mean he would have to wash all over again.<br /><br />Both dried and eventually dressed. Yakko did however take his time exploring Dee&rsquo;s finer points which delayed things further. But at least he got breakfast out of it, he thought with an inward grin. Finally they decided to join the rest that were no doubt awake by now. Though, surprisingly they found the only one awake was Slappy, flipping through the tv channels with a small smile. Without breaking her gaze she waved to them. &ldquo;You know you two are lucky I&rsquo;m so discrete. I was tempted to pair you off with your sibs, just to see how you handled sneaking off to be with each other.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dee wasn&rsquo;t normally one to be perturbed, but in this moment his blush mirrored Yakko&rsquo;s own as they gawked at her. &ldquo;How did you know?&rdquo; The taller Warner finally asked. &ldquo;Were we too-&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t. Till just now. Thanks for confirmin it for me, heh! Now I know what all those weird looks and tail flicks meant.&rdquo; She chuckled softly. &ldquo;You did a good job keepin it on the down low kids, but<br />I&rsquo;ve seen it all before. I can tell when somethins up. Just don&rsquo;t get super public about it, the human rags will have a field day. Not that anyone in Toon Town would care.&rdquo;<br /><br />Both Warners exchanged a look, ducking their heads as they made their way to the on suite kitchen. &ldquo;I need breakfast.&rdquo; Yakko muttered, covering the side of his face from Slappy who cackled again as Dee followed with a &ldquo;Ditto.&rdquo;<br /><br />&lsquo;Ah they&rsquo;re a cute couple.&rsquo; She thought with a smile. &lsquo;Even if they aint nothin serious, they&rsquo;re good for each other. Good on em.&rsquo; She was no saint, she had seen this a dozen times before, hell even been one half of them more times than she should count. Her note of caution was serious though. Humans didn&rsquo;t think like toons, and they might take things too personal that didn&rsquo;t involve them. Especially with Yakko being a beloved public figure as he was. Still, it wasn&rsquo;t as bad over here as it was with those...what did Skippy call em? K-pop Idols? Feh. The contracts those poor kids wound up in were almost as bad as what toons had to endure until fairly recently. Why any human would submit to being virtually owned by another human for money was beyond her. What you gave away was worth more than what you gained by far.<br /><br />In the kitchen Yakko and Dee settled on something simple. Cereal again. At least this time it had a minimum of extra sugar and colors not found in nature. It was the quietest breakfast they could think to make till the others were awake, and nether were keen to eat much first thing in the morning. They spoke low trying to keep their voices from booming off the tile walls and waking their sibs.<br /><br />&ldquo;So what happens now?&rdquo; Dee asked as he stared at his empty bowl.<br /><br />&ldquo;We return home. Bugs and the others will handle everything else. The council doesn&rsquo;t seem to want us involved, and they especially wanna keep you three out of the spotlight.&rdquo; Yakko sat back resting his hand on the spot on his neck where just moments earlier fangs had been pressed. It still tingled slightly, and that always sent a thrill through him.<br />&ldquo;That suits us.&rdquo; Dee nodded, rubbing the side of his foot up and down Yakko&rsquo;s calf affectionately. &ldquo;None of us ever wanted fame, just freedom and stability. I don&rsquo;t much care about being rich beyond that, and I would rather people not stop me in a grocery store or something getting nosy.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That might happen anyway considerin how you guys look sort of like us. But these are the same folks who confuse every squirrel toon they see with Skippy. They aren&rsquo;t terribly observant.&rdquo; Yakko rested a hand on Dee&rsquo;s. &ldquo;We can handle stuff like that though. We won&rsquo;t stop being there just because this drama is done. I promise.&rdquo; Yakko leaned in and their lips met softly, Dee&rsquo;s warm hand resting gently on his cheek. Both jumped with a start as a soft higher pitched male voice interrupted.<br /><br />&ldquo;Is there any cereal left?&rdquo; Dee turned to his little brother lifting him onto the next empty chair. <br /><br />&ldquo;Sure chief, lemme get you a bowl.&rdquo; Dee kissed his sleepy brother&rsquo;s head softly before getting his stuff together. Yakko hadn&rsquo;t see him this calm, or sweet since they met. He looked as if a great weight were lifted from him and he could finally be his self. He actually smiled at him! Yakko&rsquo;s heart melted a little at that. Though he blushed as he spoke softly to him. &ldquo;He loves you.&rdquo; He said bluntly, blushing softly as he watched his brother rummage through the cabinets. &ldquo;I can tell.&rdquo;<br /><br />He looked at Yakko then, tilting his head slightly. &ldquo;You love him too. Good. He needs that.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You need it too.&rdquo; Yakko replied equally forthright.<br /><br />Psykko scowled a little. &ldquo;Not like that.&rdquo; He replied. &ldquo;There are hugs and then there are hugs and I don&rsquo;t want the ones that come in italics. Not yet anyway.&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko snerked and fought down a laugh. &ldquo;No I meant the hugs that come in Times New Roman. Or perhaps Comic Sans.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Or Wing Dings.&rdquo; Dee chuckled as he returned with a bowl and spoon, pouring it for him.<br /><br />&ldquo;I can do it you know.&rdquo; Psykko groused as Dee doted on him.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah but then I don&rsquo;t get to spoil my favorite bro.&rdquo; He kissed Psykko&rsquo;s head softly as he handed him the spoon.<br /><br />&lsquo;So...cute!&rsquo; Yakko had to suppress a squeal as others began filtering into the kitchen. Yakko doted on his own sibs as well, while Peg set about actually cooking something, griping about cereal not being &lsquo;real food&rsquo;. <br /><br />&lsquo;Huh, didn&rsquo;t notice that before.&rsquo; Yakko noticed for the first time the trans flag sewn onto her jacket, almost easy to miss among the band patches and metal spikes. He looked at Dee, who only nodded while she served him a plate kissing her cheek in thanks.<br /><br />Yakko simply smiled and thanked her as she served him as well, then the others in kind. Huge portions of simple fare filled bellies as she took Slappy her portion, not content to sit and eat herself till everyone else had theirs. When she did finally eat though, it was with the gusto and appetite Yakko had only seen with his little brother, packing away a small mountain of eggs and bacon. It occurred to him in that moment that this was the first time they had all sat around a table together to eat. He hoped it would be a regular event, as the air filled with laughter.<br />Eventually Slappy joined them, thanking Peg and giving her a gentle hug, collecting plates with the intention of doing the dishes her self. Of course none of them would have it and it eventually turned into an assembly line as dishes were collected, washed, rinsed, dried, and put away. It felt strange for them all to be so loving and gentle with each other, but in this moment, it also felt right.<br /><br />It was a further two days after that before they checked out. Slappy insisted everyone avail their selves of every luxury the hotel offered. &ldquo;Oh the council&rsquo;s dime.&rdquo; she stated with a wicked grin. And avail their selves they did, for once unwinding in a place that let them be what they are without judgment.<br /><br />And Yakko and Dee availed their selves of each other quite a bit more in the process. Though not without a bit of light jeering at their expense. Still, it was all in good fun, and they got their own digs in. They almost hated to leave when it came time to check out. But they were running out of fresh clothes, and Bugs&rsquo;s bank account was running dry. Yakko had no idea that an avocado and citrus face mask and a deep tissue massage every day could cost so much, but apparently Slappy did and took full advantage.<br /><br />The trip home seemed to fly by, and it wasn&rsquo;t long before they all said their goodbyes to Slappy and piled into the elevator to take them to their home. The rest of the day passed fairly slow as they all wound down, and when bedtime rolled around they all gratefully fell into a deep dreamless rest. Well except for Yakko and Dee, who weren&rsquo;t quite ready to return to empty beds. Maybe tomorrow night.<br /><br />&lsquo;But for now,&rsquo; Yakko thought as his arms, and legs, wrapped about Dee&rsquo;s body in the dark of his room. &lsquo;for now I won&rsquo;t let go.&rsquo; He was extra glad he negotiated sound proofing that night.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&lsquo;It&rsquo;s been nearly three months, how is he not sick of me yet?&rsquo; Dee&rsquo;s chest heaved as a surprisingly soft sound escaped his throat. &lsquo;He&rsquo;s so good at this.&rsquo; <br /><br />Yakko watched Dee below him struggling to stay quiet. The night was still relatively young and he didn&rsquo;t want to wake his siblings. That was easier said than done with Yakko&rsquo;s tongue swirling under his foreskin, his hands tickling along the white patch of fur above his shaft, and rolling his balls around while a lubed finger swiped at his entrance over and over all at the same time. He felt like Yakko was all around him, filling up the room with his presence, which was silly to say of course. He knew exactly where he was. But the sensations he elicited seemed to crawl up and down his whole body. He was more nervous than usual this time, knowing what they were about to do.<br /><br />Yakko continually tested his bodies reaction to his touch, never committing enough to give it time to clamp down defensively. Dee never had been much of a bottom, but after confessing he felt guilty always being on top, Yakko suggested they work on getting him more comfortable with being touched there. They had managed once before this, but only just. And he couldn&rsquo;t handle it long enough to finish. Tonight though, tonight that would change. Yakko could feel it in his...well, that too, but also his finger. He was more relaxed than before, and Yakko was doing a masterful job distracting him enough to keep Dee from fixating on his rear.<br /><br />He wanted this, had said as much many times. He just needed help along the way. &lsquo;He&rsquo;s ready now.&rsquo; Yakko thought as he felt Dee&rsquo;s body yield under his touch. Slowly he had been pressing more within him on each stroke, and now his body seemingly gave up as he finally slid his middle finger deep within the taller Warner, Dee&rsquo;s back arching as it came to rest on his button. Yakko&rsquo;s greater experience, near a century of it, clearly won out. Dee wasn&rsquo;t the first virgin he had inducted, or the most stubborn. And as he tickled just so at the right spot he enveloped more of his member in his warm lips to counterbalance the input. It was a delicate act not pushing him over the edge just yet. As much as he adored tasting him, he wanted to keep his passions high for what came next.<br /><br />Dee was almost inconsolable as alien sensations took hold, his toes curling as fingers gripped his bed sheets. As a second finger joined the first he had to keep reminding his self that he wanted this, he was safe, he loved this man and he wouldn&rsquo;t hurt him. He willed his body to relax as those fingers withdrew and those delightful lips left his shaft, biting his lip in anticipation as he felt Yakko&rsquo;s body nuzzling up against his. His voice was soft in Dee&rsquo;s ear, reassuring and calming as he took his time entering him.<br /><br />Yakko fought to suppress a purr as he felt Dee&rsquo;s body embrace him. So warm and tight he felt like he was melting as the man shuddered and keened under him. &ldquo;Shhh it&rsquo;s ok. I&rsquo;m here.&rdquo;<br /><br />Lips locked for long minutes as Dee grew accustomed to him, allowing some of his walls to lower as he embraced his lover. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to start now, ok? I&rsquo;ll go slow.&rdquo; Yakko whispered against his neck, his breath labored. Dee felt guilty in that moment that he had been so worked up about this. Yakko was at the end of his control, and as he withdrew and slowly plunged forward again his shuddering moan belied just how much he had been anticipating this.<br /><br />The sensation was...unreal. Dee&rsquo;s head rolled back and a full throated moan dragged out of him as Yakko&rsquo;s shaft pressed against every tender spot within him. Sensations he hadn&rsquo;t experienced before danced up and down his spine as he felt like he was, for lack of a better phrase, having his shaft stroked from within. &lsquo;Is this what it&rsquo;s like for him?&rsquo; <br /><br />His legs curled experimentally around Yakko&rsquo;s body as he had done to him so many times before, and he found out exactly why as Yakko drove directly into his prostate and his mind went blank. Instinct took over, and his arms went around Yakko&rsquo;s neck. He could consciously tell he was saying something to Yakko, but not what. <br /><br />He could guess though as everything grew so much more intense. Bodies collided, separated, collided again in increasing pitch, till slow love making built to a frenzy that left him holding on for dear life. And when Yakko&rsquo;s climax crested, his own wasn&rsquo;t far behind. And for the first time in his life he hadn&rsquo;t needed to even touch it. He felt like his whole body was on fire in the best way possible. Lights and colors dancing behind his eyes as movement slowed. Chests pressed against one another as they heaved in the close air, as the room spun, and lips locked once more. <br /><br />&ldquo;I love you.&rdquo; He breathed in Yakko&rsquo;s ear, his body freezing at the confession. Meeting eyes with Yakko in the dark he said again, more to his self than to Yakko in that moment, realization dawning on him. &ldquo;I do. I do love you.&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko held his face gently, raining kisses down on him. &ldquo;I love you too. Ever since Toon Town I&rsquo;ve known. Your brother was the first to notice it, and once he said it I felt like a light bulb went off in my head. I haven&rsquo;t wanted to push because I didn&rsquo;t want to ruin what we have.&rdquo; His hand rubbed along Dee&rsquo;s chest as he spoke, tracing the lines the muscle underneath his fur created. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t want to push ether, after everything that has happened. You needed space, time to become, and I&rsquo;ve been so selfish injecting myself into that.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Dee rested a hand on Yakkos&rsquo;s face, entwining his tail with the smaller toon&rsquo;s. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve come this far because of you. Not in spite of you.&rdquo; He caressed Yakko&rsquo;s cheek with his thumb as he spoke. &ldquo;If you hadn&rsquo;t been there for me I would still be in a bad place. All you have done since we met was give, even when you had every right not to. You&rsquo;re not selfish Yakko. Quite the opposite.&rdquo; Lips locked again in the dark for a long while, interspersed with reassurances, warmth, and love. When sleep took them, they didn&rsquo;t even move from their spot.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&lsquo;They look so juicy.&rsquo; Yakko marveled as he stood under the strange fruit tree. A cool breeze blew through his fur as he stood naked in the orchard, sunlight warming him as he basked in the light, bird song filling the air with the gentle warble of &ldquo;Hey! I&rsquo;m walkin ere!&rdquo; &ldquo;Aye dis is my branch feeb, fuck off!&rdquo; &ldquo;Aye cute thang, you want sum fuk?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Ah...majestic.&rdquo; Yakko smiled as he reached for the fruit before him. His hand paused as a new thought&nbsp;&nbsp;occurred to him. &ldquo;Oh! I&rsquo;m so dumb, you don&rsquo;t use your hands for these. You suck them off!&rdquo; Leaning up with his mouth he latched his lips around the fruit, it&rsquo;s sweet musky peach like scent filling his mouth and nose. He hummed softly as his lips locked tightly around it, the branch tugging down as he pulled on it from below. The branch snapped back as the stem gave way and-<br /><br />BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM! &lsquo;Aw fuck, tell me if you&rsquo;ve heard this one before!&rsquo; Yakko thought as he was abruptly yanked from his dream, coming to with a mouth full of Dee&rsquo;s nipple. He hadn&rsquo;t done more than grunt in his sleep and turn his pretty head as the door boomed again. &ldquo;For fucks sake.&rdquo; Yakko groaned as he sat back on his knees, slipping from within his lover as the events of last night replayed in his head on fast forward. &lsquo;Oh yeah...that.&rsquo; He thought with a sly grin, as he looked Dee&rsquo;s nude form over.<br /><br />The door rang like a gong once again, turning his smile into a scowl. Before he had a chance to do anything about it though he heard the door fly open and Peg&rsquo;s voice, even louder than the knock roared at the interruption. &ldquo;WHAT!?!&rdquo; She was so loud she sounded like she was standing in the room with them. How the hell did she do that? <br /><br />Well he was awake now so may as well shower and get dress- &ldquo;Yakko! It&rsquo;s for you!&rdquo; Peg bellowed. &lsquo;-Ok maybe just get dressed.&rsquo; He thought, he eye twitching. A quick wipe down and some sweat pants later he emerged from their room, heh his room, looking sour, but less so than he otherwise would be at the situation. Peg stood defiantly at the door, her arms crossed as she stared down Bugs Bunny of all people.<br /><br />Stepping up behind her he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. Her bedraggled state and foul mood ample indication that she had been asleep as well. She cut him a look, her expression softening before she scowled at the rabbit again, turning with a &ldquo;Whatever.&rdquo; befitting a gen-x&rsquo;r. Yakko turned back to the rabbit smiling pleasantly.<br /><br />&ldquo;Bugs. You never call, you never write, you never give a man time to bathe. I hope you know what you interrupted.&rdquo; Yakko said sweetly, barely hiding the sarcasm dripping from his voice.<br /><br />&ldquo;Eh, I got some idea doc.&rdquo; The rabbit replied coolly pointing to the dried indiscretion on his stomach and chest fur. Yakko was beyond caring. If anything he was ready to shout from the rooftop that he had gotten laid and he wasn&rsquo;t sorry.<br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s this all about?&rdquo; Yakko waved him in. He knew he would just walk in any way. Hell everyone did lately. No point in trying to keep one of the most powerful toons in the council out when he couldn&rsquo;t even keep an aging doctor from barging in at all hours. &ldquo;Do come in. I know I already have.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Doc, ew.&rdquo; Bugs wrinkled his nose. &ldquo;Have some class, would ya?&rdquo; He perched daintily on the couch crossing one leg over another. &ldquo;So who&rsquo;s the lucky&hellip;&rdquo; His nose twitched subtly. &ldquo;Ah. Him. Well I guess that&rsquo;s ta be expected. It&rsquo;s been a crazy six months after all.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;For all of us.&rdquo; Yakko inclined his head subtly towards the rabbit. He would be remiss if he didn&rsquo;t admit that David had been an imposition on him as well. Though for Bugs a decidedly less personal one.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeh. About dat. Da council is sendin you guys a handler. It aint dat they don&rsquo;t trust ya, but-&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;But they don&rsquo;t trust them.&rdquo; Yakko interrupted, his expression darkening.<br /><br />Bugs tilted his head as he searched for the right words. &ldquo;More dat they want some insurance. Some oversight. And eh, confidentially, we gotta problem child of our own ta deal with and this would keep him eh...busy.&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko balked. &ldquo;So when did we become the council&rsquo;s baby sitters? Bug&rsquo;s we&rsquo;re done. This was it. We all just got settled back in from a dangerous situation, Dee and the others can&rsquo;t handle more political bullshittery, and nether can we.&rdquo;<br /><br />Bugs held up a hand. &ldquo;I know kid, and I sympathize, really. But I&rsquo;m on my way out and da new guy aint so trustin.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Who?&rdquo; Yakko&rsquo;s brow knitted.<br /><br />&ldquo;Daff.&rdquo; Bugs shrugged simply.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh. Brilliant. They gave that ego maniac the reigns again. Again! What could possibly go wrong, I ask you? Surely he can&rsquo;t fuck up a second time!&rdquo; Yakko flailed his hands in the air as he spoke, aghast at the utter display of negligence.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah I know. And I&rsquo;ll do what I can ta keep him grounded, but the reality is he was the only guy dat wanted the job. The council wanted Slappy, but she laughed in there faces.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t imagine why.&rdquo; Yakko quipped, sneering. The council wasn&rsquo;t entirely bad, they had done a lot to advance toon rights and keep their darker sides hidden from humanity but in nearly every other metric they were a bureaucratic fuck up. A veritable Gordian knot that not even he was able to untangle. Thankfully he had never been asked back after his brief stent as it&rsquo;s head. He would have laughed in their faces too.<br /><br />&ldquo;This guy they&rsquo;re sending to spy on us&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Bugs jerked his head toward the bedrooms. &ldquo;Another one ah his.&rdquo; Bugs said low. &ldquo;Stable. For a toon. But only barely. Daff tried his queen bitch routine on the guy and he nearly snapped his head off. Literally. Kid has teeth that would make Dee&rsquo;s little brother envious.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;When did he even have the time to- the break out.&rdquo; Yakko answered his own question before he finished it, shaking his head. <br /><br />&ldquo;Ayup.&rdquo; Bugs drawled. &ldquo;One of the ones that busted the wall down. We found him way after everything settled down, livin in the trees on the asylum grounds. They evaluated him and deemed him a &lsquo;type 1 a protag&rsquo; whatever da fuck that means. But they said he was normal enough ta let out and since we can&rsquo;t just leave em ta fend for their selves&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You gave him a job.&rdquo; Yakko finished the thought.<br /><br />&ldquo;Ayup. So go easy on em doc. Taint his fault he aint got no purpose.&rdquo; The rabbit rose from his seat, pulling a thick manila folder from his hammer space, handing it to Yakko. &ldquo;Ya got three weeks before my term ends and Daff sends this guy your way. I&rsquo;ll do what I can ta smooth things ovah in the meantime. I would love ta stick around and check up on everyone, but I gotta million tings ta do and you need a shower.&rdquo; He wrinkled his nose as he stepped closer to Yakko to hand him the folder.<br /><br />Walking briskly past him Bugs turned before he closed the door. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll be in touch doc.&rdquo; Before closing it behind him with a metallic thud.<br /><br />Yakko looked down at the folder for a moment, opting to stuff it in his hammer space till he could gather everyone together and let them know whats up. &ldquo;Well. Shit.&rdquo;<br /><br />Making his way toward the bathroom he took Dee&rsquo;s hand. He had known he was listening in, curiously Bugs hadn&rsquo;t picked up on it. He was ether too distracted, or simply didn&rsquo;t care. Ether way they shared a shower as he and Yakko exchanged their thoughts, among other substances. Those two things, and Dee were the few very bright spots keeping him sane in that moment.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;That him?&rdquo; Peg tilted her head looking at the photo. &ldquo;All that money you would think they could afford a decent dslr. The resolution on this is shit. The lineage is there though. He&rsquo;s definitely David&rsquo;s work. They sure this guy is stable?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;We have Bug&rsquo;s word and the evaluation from Loopy Acres, which is legally binding.&rdquo; Yakko pushed the papers over to her. &ldquo;They have every incentive to not release anyone they aren&rsquo;t a hundred percent sure on.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;He could be acting though.&rdquo; Dot pitched in. &ldquo;We can all do that you know.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Looking like that, he couldn&rsquo;t fool anyone with the innocent act.&rdquo; Yakko replied. &ldquo;But we will find out soon enough.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;If he is a plant, you know we will have to flatten him.&rdquo; Psykko of all people spoke up. All eyes turned toward him, his own siblings seemingly on the same page, but Yakko and his looked lost.<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, a plant?&rdquo; He asked raising an eyebrow.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;He doesn&rsquo;t look like a plant though. He&rsquo;s not even green.&rdquo; Wakko took the photo twisting it this way and that.<br /><br />&ldquo;Wakko please, let Psy speak.&rdquo; Dot offered.<br /><br />Psykko tilted his head in thought. &ldquo;David never did things without reason. If he had wanted to simply get out he wouldn&rsquo;t have needed a dozen toons. Just one would do.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Most of them were a distraction.&rdquo; Dee pointed out.<br /><br />&ldquo;He wouldn&rsquo;t need that many as a distraction ether.&rdquo; Psykko replied. &ldquo;He did all that after he met us, after I threatened him. If you wanted revenge against someone and couldn&rsquo;t do it yourself&hellip;&rdquo; He let the thought hang in the air, as Yakko pulled his phone out of his hammer space, speed dialing Bugs. &lsquo;Fuckin idiots.&rsquo; He thought. &lsquo;They&rsquo;re sendin danger right to our front door.&rsquo;<br /><br />---<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah. Well they know him best, and Psykko was his favorite. It&rsquo;s a possibility. His logic is sound. We need contingencies. And I want the rest of those toons he made rounded up and evaluated again. This time with someone who&rsquo;s actually good at their job. I don&rsquo;t trust that sawed off rodent or his staff. Yeah. Get back to me when you have the time.&rdquo; Yakko ended the call looking at the others around the table. Dot and Wakko appeared confused and worried, while Dee and the others appeared increasingly grim. <br /><br />&ldquo;Well the upside is, we can&rsquo;t be killed if he does turn out to be some kind of sleeper assassin.&rdquo; Peg popped her knuckles as realization finally dawned on Dot and worry turned to panic.<br /><br />&ldquo;They don&rsquo;t need to kill us.&rdquo; Psykko replied darkly. &ldquo;There are worse things. But at least I know how that scenario would play out.&rdquo; He looked at Yakko almost devoid of emotion as he spoke. &ldquo;You will need to tell all your human friends to take precautions. Personal guards, increased lot security, anything explosive or flammable should be secured, no vehicles left abandoned, and they really should have every piece of equipment used signed off on. No one should get on or off the lot without signing in or out. You should let Otto and his girlfriend know they could be in danger. We can&rsquo;t be killed. But that doesn&rsquo;t mean David can&rsquo;t hurt us.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo; Wakko was just as confused as ever. &ldquo;We wreck stuff around here all the time.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You aren&rsquo;t trying to kill anyone when you do.&rdquo; Dee said as he sat back in his chair rubbing his eyes. &ldquo;If David can&rsquo;t get to us, can&rsquo;t get to you, he will get to everyone and everything close to us. He could kick our support network out from under us, kill your human friends, their families, leave us with no home, no job, no food, in a community that would place the blame squarely on us. Our lives would be ruined, and we didn&rsquo;t anticipate the possibility because we were so fixated on getting him. You gotta admit it&rsquo;s a hell of a contingency plan.&rdquo; He scoffed bitterly.<br /><br />&ldquo;Well Bugs knows now, and he&rsquo;s still got three weeks to mitigate the risk. I&rsquo;ll call Scratchy, and, though I hate to do it, Plotz. He&rsquo;s not gonna like spending all that extra money on security, but he would like waking up to an anvil to the face even less. Bugs said he has some contacts outside of the council that he&rsquo;s going to call as well. I still gotta call Slappy. She&rsquo;s gonna be pissed.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Is she ever not?&rdquo; Peg replied.<br /><br />&ldquo;Good point.&rdquo; Yakko smiled as he pulled her contact up and hit call.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;Ok pissed was an understatement.&rdquo; Yakko stared at his phone blankly.<br /><br />It had only been four hours and they were already looking at lines drawing for world war toon. Slappy let slip that Bug&rsquo;s extra contacts were all mafia, the other half of all the families in Toon Town she personally didn&rsquo;t have on the end of a string. And since revealing their thoughts to her about David&rsquo;s contingency, she was rapidly pulling on them all. It must be nice to have armies at your beck and call. More so when those armies were composed of toons who knew how to not be seen, as well as how to combat their own.<br /><br />They would have their work cut out for them even with Bugs releasing the dossers on all the toons David made. Many were fairly common designs and had been released into Toon Town without oversight. Tracking them all down and securing them would be a lengthy process. And even then there&rsquo;s no way of knowing if those were the only ones he drew or if some were missing or unaccounted for. Now everything took on a more sinister tone. They would have to have eyes in the back of their heads. They could never relax fully. And nether could any humans within their proximity.<br /><br />It occurred to Dee that even without breaking free, David may well have achieved his goal. Because if a wedge were driven between toons and humans, and resentment fomented, WB was as good as gone. As well as every other studio that worked with their kind. &lsquo;Stupid selfish asshole would burn the world down just to inherit the ashes.&rsquo;<br /><br />And to top it all off, the guy that was getting control of the one thing standing between toons and humans turning on each other was by all accounts a loud brash incompetent maniac. This had to be shut down fast, and before he took power. Everyone was suddenly on a short timer. And the Warners could only sit there and try to act like everything was normal while their livelihoods danced on the edge of a knife.<br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br />&ldquo;Bugs? What do you mean &lsquo;we can&rsquo;t&rsquo;?&rdquo; Yakko asked in that way where he sounded calm but everyone knew he was very not calm and at the edge of his patience. <br /><br />&ldquo;I mean ya can&rsquo;t.&rdquo; The rabbit replied as he shuffled through his paperwork, finalizing the last drafts of his outgoing administrations policies. It wasn&rsquo;t all as petty as the bullshit human governments pulled where the next guy would just veto everything. It wasn&rsquo;t that he was afraid it wouldn&rsquo;t pass. More that everything Daffy proposed or signed off on was superfluous pointless inefficient goblin brained clap trap that wasted time money potential and brain cells. No one expected much from the next two years and all were in a mad rush to compartmentalize him before he turned Toon Town into a post apocalyptic circus.<br /><br />&ldquo;Whyyyy?&rdquo; Yakko struggled to maintain a pleasantly innocent tone through gritting teeth.<br /><br />&ldquo;Cause he&rsquo;s dead.&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko was suddenly glad Bugs had only allowed him inside his small office, his eye twitching. &ldquo;Excuse me can you repeat that?&rdquo;<br /><br />Bugs placed his pen down, looking Yakko in the eyes with an expression devoid of emotion. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s dead. David is dead Yakko.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;W-what- how- Bugs what the fuck!?&rdquo; His knees gave out from under him as he collapsed back into his chair in disbelief. &ldquo;Who?&rdquo;<br /><br />Bugs answered his questions in the order he received them, with a patient but dead pan delivery that sent a chill up Yakko&rsquo;s spine. &ldquo;Dead. Gunshot to the head. By me. After you two went back to the asylum to regroup. David was right doc. They woulda took em. We couldn&rsquo;t have stopped them. And eventually he would have succeeded. Do you have any idea the kinda Armageddon that woulda unleashed? Dee was right ta put a gun to his head. He just wasn&rsquo;t the right guy ta pull the trigger. I was.&rdquo;<br /><br />The look of horror on Yakko&rsquo;s face was not lost on Bugs. This was why Yakko had never been asked back to his position. Not because he was incompetent. Quite the opposite. It was because he was a true believer. His reputation aside he could never engage in the very real violence it sometimes took to maintain the peace they fought so hard to keep. Once humans learned they were living beside unkillable reality warping beings they couldn&rsquo;t contain and couldn&rsquo;t stop it would be bedlam. Then it would be war. And he was not about to have the blood of an entire civilization on his hands because they panicked and started a conflict they had no hope of winning. One twisted evil life for eight billion was a bargain in his book. One he would take, had taken, over and over.<br /><br />His expression softened a little as Yakko put his head in his hands, looking like someone had let all the air out of him. &ldquo;I know. I won&rsquo;t try ta excuse it doc. Trust me when I say there were humans ready ta make the same choice if we hadn&rsquo;t. He had his chance. He chose ta throw it away on spite. It ain&rsquo;t about WB. It never was. That company is run by cynical evil people, Plotz included. And they will get theirs some day, by their own hand. In a way that leaves us sympathetic and puts them in the dog house. What David tried woulda been-&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;A slaughter.&rdquo; Yakko spoke softly. &ldquo;I know. Do the humans know? Can this be contained?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;The ones that matter, which is not the FBI. Yes. They know. They were the ones that contacted us in the first place.&rdquo; Bugs nodded in reply. &ldquo;Like I said, if we hadn&rsquo;t they woulda. They had intended to do so sooner, but we stopped em. That&rsquo;s why he was in Loopy Acres ta start with. We thought we could bring him back from the edge, but we was wrong. He left us no choice Yakko. I wanted ta spare you lot alla this. And I still do. The toons he made are all that survives em now. I wouldn&rsquo;t have em spendin the rest of however long we all live as bitter and angry as-&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Us.&rdquo; Yakko interrupted. The memories were like an old war wound that never quite healed. Lon would never not be a source of anguish for them. The rage they all felt at his treatment, and the conditions of his eventual passing hadn&rsquo;t lessened in all these years. Only become background noise they learned to tune out. His thoughts turned to David&rsquo;s children as he numbly stated the obvious. &ldquo;They can&rsquo;t know.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;No.&rdquo; Bugs confirmed. &ldquo;We had intended to engineer a suicide story before this. Now, I think the best we can do is simply gloss it ovah. Cynical as it sounds this whole shadow war accomplishes that nicely.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;At the potential cost of untold human lives.&rdquo; Yakko replied sourly. &ldquo;They suggested the possibility of other toons you didn&rsquo;t know about, like Daffy&rsquo;s new spy, that may be out there waiting. We may never be able to let our guard down again.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;We&rsquo;re workin on dat. We rounded up most of the toons he made and we&rsquo;re reevaluating them all, movin them into positions we can keep an eye on. Only two are left unaccounted for, plus the guy that was supposed ta be your handler.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not letting him anywhere near my family Bugs. I don&rsquo;t care what Daffy says, I will not bring that kind of chaos into my home. And I won&rsquo;t do that to Dee ether. Daffy is a damned fool for poking an open wound like that. But then again his animator spoiled him. There&rsquo;s nothing more cruel than a child with no empathy. Especially an overgrown one who&rsquo;s parent told em they can do no wrong and deserve everything they want. What a fucking mess.&rdquo; Yakko scowled.<br /><br />&ldquo;Try not ta be too hard on em doc. He had a different upbringin than you and I, but he aint evil. He&rsquo;s just stupid.&rdquo; The rabbit raised an eyebrow at Yakko. It wasn&rsquo;t usually like him to yield to bitterness. But then again it wasn&rsquo;t usually like him to get emotionally entangled with someone this close to him ether. Bugs could practically smell the sorrow and anger radiating off of him. He was mourning by proxy for them, where previously his cool detachment would have lent him a degree of objectivity and insight. Bugs couldn&rsquo;t tell if Dee was a bad influence on him, or the very best.<br /><br />&ldquo;Look I know our time table is short, but we got way more resources than David ever knew. More than even our human counterparts know. He weren&rsquo;t the only one with contingency plans. They&rsquo;ll be safe. You all will. Dats one of the few things I can promise. Just focus on the things you can influence right now. Be with em, be with him. And let us worry about alla the messy stuff it takes ta keep the world from explodin.&rdquo; <br /><br />Bugs did his best to sound soothing, but after his admission he knew little would accomplish that any longer. Yakko had a long memory, and he let nothing go. And this meeting had done much to peel back the curtain on what the stakes really were for their kind. He hoped with time it wouldn&rsquo;t weigh on him so much. Toons like him needed their hope intact, if anything the council did was to have meaning. A society should treasure it&rsquo;s idealists and dreamers.<br /><br />&ldquo;Take some time ta process, doc. You don&rsquo;t wanna go back to em lookin like dis. They&rsquo;ll know the second they see ya lookin all shell shocked. That&rsquo;s one thing I gotta hand to em, those three are perceptive beyond their years. You&rsquo;re free ta sit here, I can have my secretary bring ya some coffee.&rdquo; Bugs offered.<br /><br />Yakko could only nod and rub his temples. &lsquo;He&rsquo;s right. If I go out there like this, Dee will pick up on it instantly and the cats outta the bag.&rsquo; Yakko thought before he spoke, sighing heavily. He suddenly felt like he weighed a ton. &ldquo;Sure. Fine. Just do us a favor and post some folks on our squishies, yeah?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Already taken care of.&rdquo; Bugs nodded.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;So that&rsquo;s a no huh? Kind of figured.&rdquo; Dee rubbed the back of his neck as Yakko nodded. <br /><br />&ldquo;They said it is quite impossible to speak to him any more. He has nothing to say anyway.&rdquo; Yakko cringed and resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. &lsquo;Stop it Yakko, he can read tells.&rsquo; He chided his self as they exited the Toon Administrative Council building, the bustle of Toon Town&rsquo;s administrative district filling in the silence with the steady drone of traffic and over priced shoes tapping on the concrete stairs in and out of the building. Everything was suddenly too pale, too gray and severe. Toon Town looked like some of the color had been drained out of it. <br /><br />Nether had seen much of this part of town. A lot had changed since Yakko was here for any length of time, and this was Dee&rsquo;s first time seeing any of it. They didn&rsquo;t have much time to take in the sights though, as security wordlessly escorted them to the waiting unmarked suv that was their ride back. Piling into the back, book ended by two of the most muscled rabbits he had ever seen. Not that there was much to see anyway. All the good stuff was off the corner of Hanna and Fleischer street where all the clubs and shopping was. <br /><br />As they pulled out and joined the flow of traffic, Yakko wondered if Slappy knew about David. She seemed to have a finger on everything that went on here, and always seemed to have some preemptive strategy to maneuver herself into an advantageous position. There had to be a mole or ten among Bugs&rsquo;s circle.<br /><br />Bugs his self wouldn&rsquo;t be in the habit of talking administrative policy with her, but she had her own network of back channels, and she was great at prying information out of people that didn&rsquo;t want to part with it. &lsquo;Yeah, she probably knows.&rsquo; He thought. Those extra days at the hotel, the overly generous expense account, looking back on it, it did feel like corralling. Then again it could be genuine. Best not to see spys in every corner if they were to stay functional.<br /><br />Most of the return trip was spent in silence, with only the occasional small talk between Yakko and Dee as their escort remained frustratingly silent. And normally a luxury suv would be a great place for shenanigans, but it was hard to fool around with an audience of muscled rabbits in black suits that didn&rsquo;t respond to flirtation or much of anything else. &lsquo;A shame.&rsquo; Part of him thought it would make a great plot for a porno and he mentioned as much to Dee as they approached the exit for Burbank. He could see the title now. &lsquo;Jacked Rabbits: The Bodied Guards.&rsquo; Or maybe, &lsquo;Hard Boiled Carrots.&rsquo;<br /><br /><br /><br />He and Dee swapped ideas at length to the chagrin of their silent guests for the entirety of the remaining ride back. They seemed grateful to part ways as they hastily left the lot the moment they saw the two enter the tower. <br /><br />As they stood in the elevator their demeanor changed however. The provocative playfulness gone. &ldquo;So he&rsquo;s gone.&rdquo; Dee stated, more than asked as they rode the elevator aloft. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m guessing it was Bugs. He did reach for the gun fairly calmly.&rdquo; As Yakko moved to speak, Dee shook his head. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s ok. I knew it would happen, I just thought I would have to be the one to do it. In a way I have to thank Bugs. At least my hands are clean. My soul though&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face in Dee&rsquo;s neck as the two silently wept. And for once Yakko was thankful the damn thing was so slow. It gave them a moment. &ldquo;Am I really that transparent?&rdquo; He asked, face still hidden in Dee&rsquo;s neck.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yes. And intentionally so. I knew you wanted to tell me something important. The rest was just addition and context. Bugs really is underestimating us. Is that intentional too? Is he trying to keep the council&rsquo;s eyes off of us by making us seem ineffectual?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Probably.&rdquo; Yakko confirmed. &ldquo;But also the humans too I think. He wants to keep everyone in the dark about you guys.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Well nice to know someone in the government is looking out for us. I almost regret throwing him through a wall. Almost.&rdquo; He kissed Yakko softly as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, whispering &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll talk more later.&rdquo; as he put on a happy face and scooped up his little brother who came to greet them, holding him extra tight. &ldquo;Hey chief, I missed you too&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />-----<br />&lsquo;I don&rsquo;t have much time to text. I have to keep moving or they will find me. This is becoming prohibitively difficult. I&rsquo;ve tried getting closer, but they are surrounded now. I have no window. Respond when you can.&rsquo; The weasel toon put his burner phone away, walking faster as he angled for a near by alley between a strip mall and a gas station. <br /><br />He increased his pace to a slow jog as he approached a space between two dumpsters, his nose curling at the smell. He hoped it would keep any looky loos at bay as well while he pulled up a gps app, hoping to find a place he could squat and watch the patrols and his target. What the fuck kind of name is Scratchandsniff for a human? Instinctively he reached into his hammer space, rubbing his thumb over the pistol he had stolen from the last human house he broke into. Not that he needed it, but it brought a strange comfort to him. The cold metal was almost meditative to stroke. <br /><br />&lsquo;There. That looks good.&rsquo; He thought as he zoomed in on the overhead view of a closed and abandoned hotel. It didn&rsquo;t look like it had seen any business in so long the parking lot was more weeds than asphalt, and it had a second story he could post watch from. Releasing his gun he pulled a purloined snack cake from his hammer space and popped it wrapper and all into his mouth, pushing off the wall. Before he could round the corner though a blur of movement caught his eye. A white flash of pain behind his eyes was his only warning as he was bowled over, and the garbage reek increased exponentially.<br /><br />&ldquo;Allo mon petite ne&#039;er-do-well. I ave seeked your hiding, non?&rdquo; A weight on his chest pinned him face up, the bright LA sun blurring out his vision till a dark shape leaned over, and his focus landed on a black and white...skunk. &lsquo;Ah shit.&rsquo; He was soon joined by several of the biggest rabbits the weasel had seen in his short life, being hauled to his feet only to be hogtied and hung, humiliatingly, from the skunks tail. Facing the business end of the worst stink ever, he dared not breathe as the haughty toon paraded him in front of an array of humorless looking toons who all looked like they wanted to grab a limb and start walking in different directions, like so much Polymer Man toy.<br /><br />The skunk came to an abrupt halt, which sent the weasel&rsquo;s nose head long into the skunks backside, clicking his heels together and saluting. He missed what he said, too distracted by the fact that his eyes watered and every breath burned his lungs, but shortly after he was mercifully deposited on the ground, and a new shape blocked out the sun above. He couldn&rsquo;t make him out past the tears in his eyes and the sun&rsquo;s glare, but the voice made his blood run cold.<br /><br />&ldquo;Eh, what&rsquo;s up doc? Where&rsquo;s your friend?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Shit.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeh, yer innit deep doc.&rdquo; Bugs replied looking down his nose at the weasel toon. How stereotypical can you be? Well, it wasn&rsquo;t like David had a lot of time to play against type. So that could work to their advantage. <br /><br />&ldquo;You know I won&rsquo;t turn on em.&rdquo; The weasel spat defiantly at him. He flinched visibly at Bugs&rsquo;s reply though, all pretense of ego gone, replaced with horror.<br /><br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s dead doc. And I&rsquo;m the one what did it. So think for a minute about what I might be willin ta do ta one of his kids. Ether you can make some kinda life after dis, or I can put you in the Vault and you&rsquo;ll never see the sun, or any light for that matter, again.&rdquo; He knelt beside the weasel toon, leaning close, an unnerving glint in his eyes that made the young toon recoil.<br /><br />&ldquo;Imma ask you again doc, and you&rsquo;re gonna answer one way or another. Where. Is. The other one?&rdquo;<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;They got one of the missing two.&rdquo; Yakko announced as he checked his phone. <br /><br />&ldquo;Well that just leaves the one, right?&rdquo; Dot perked up at the good news, tying yet another bow to Psykko&rsquo;s ears while he played video games. Six was way too much in Yakko&rsquo;s opinion but he wasn&rsquo;t about to tell Dot how to give a makeover.<br /><br />&ldquo;Depends on how much damage they can do between now and when they&rsquo;re finally caught- Psykko what are you doing?&rdquo; Dee paused as he entered the room. It was hard not to notice the pink dress or array of bows in his hair and up his ears.<br /><br />&ldquo;I am, apparently, a pretty princess.&rdquo; He replied blankly as Dot reached in her hammer space with a crazed look in her eyes.<br /><br />&ldquo;Not without your makeup you&rsquo;re not!&rdquo; She beamed proudly at the astonishing array of beauty products she produced, unfurling them like playing cards in each hand.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m just glad it&rsquo;s not me for once.&rdquo; Wakko replied as blankly as Psykko, sitting across from him with another controller. It was always him. And she was always mean about it too. &lsquo;You need it the most!&rsquo; he sneered inwardly. She never managed to do more than make him look like a circus clown, which was always horrifying. What she was doing to Psykko was mild in comparison.<br /><br />Psykko barely budged as Dot began gluing eye lashes, applying eye shadow and eye liner, before meticulously painting deep red lipstick on him. He honestly didn&rsquo;t mind, clothes were clothes and it made her happy. Something which he did find important lately. He enjoyed making people smile.<br /><br />&ldquo;They got a rough location out of the guy for where he might be possibly maybe. Which is about as useful as it sounds. But the important part was they know who his target was supposed to be. Plotz. Or more specifically, his family. So that&rsquo;s disturbing.&rdquo; Yakko read off the messages as they came in. Largely it was from one of Slappy&rsquo;s people working close with Bugs&rsquo;s task force, providing them regular updates. She knew not knowing was driving them crazy, so she did everything in her power to keep them apprised. It was more than any of them could have hoped for, and Yakko let his gratitude be known. Though she would inevitably come calling for a favor later, anything she might ask short of sexual favors would be easy compared to this mess. &lsquo;Seriously, I am not showing her my shmeckle.&rsquo; Yakko shuddered at the thought. <br /><br />Mercifully Dot gave him something else to think about when she revealed Princess Psykko. &ldquo;Done! Oh I am a genius!&rdquo; She congratulated herself. Yakko had to admit he wasn&rsquo;t quite as terrifying as he expected a fur covered razor blade in a dress to be. The makeup actually highlighted that he had delicate facial features that one could consider attractive if one was not given to an abundance of survival instinct or love of appendages. &ldquo;Good job sister sib!&rdquo; He congratulated. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s a proper damsel-is-distress.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad you think so Yakk-a-rino, cause you&rsquo;re next.&rdquo; Dot turned on him with a sadistic gleam in her eye, brandishing her makeup brushes like Wolverine&rsquo;s claws between her fingers. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t fight it brother of mine. You&rsquo;ll only be out of breath and pretty.&rdquo;<br /><br />Yakko backed away slowly, hands up. He intended to run, until his back came to rest on Dee&rsquo;s gorgeous and tragically immovable chest. He looked behind him to see a grin mirroring his sisters and his jaw dropped. That split second was all she needed. &ldquo;Et tu Dee!?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Sorry handsome, but this I gotta see.&rdquo; He laughed pushing him gently toward Dot, as Yakko looked aghast. <br /><br />&ldquo;I will remember this!&rdquo; Yakko flailed as she pounced on him with a war cry, generating a fight cloud with limbs emerging at random.<br /><br />&ldquo;So will I, that&rsquo;s the point.&rdquo; He grinned as Yakko quickly found his self in a dress that matched his slacks in color. At least the makeup was well done. Yakko definitely had the bone structure for it, and he looked great in a dress. But it was the principle of the thing! And she still wasn&rsquo;t done beautifying the boys.<br /><br />When it came Dee&rsquo;s turn he didn&rsquo;t even fight it. He stood before a force of nature and could but only yield to it. His ass looked good in a skirt at least. Everyone looked to him horrified however as he explained at length to Dot what a femboy is.<br /><br />&ldquo;Dee. No. You don&rsquo;t know what you have unleashed...&rdquo; Yakko paled as his sister flew to the computer absorbing every piece of femboy media she could get her meddling little fingers on. He would never hear the end of this.<br /><br />&ldquo;My sister is trans honey, I know exactly what I&rsquo;ve unleashed. And you&rsquo;re welcome.&rdquo; He laughed as Yakko swatted his chest in an exaggeratedly effeminate manner.<br /><br />&ldquo;You caaAaaan&rsquo;t!&rdquo; He whined plaintively. &ldquo;Dee, we&rsquo;re actors! The costume is 90% of the character! I won&rsquo;t be able to help myself!&rdquo; He whined, but paused at the look in Dee&rsquo;s eyes. Uh oh. That opened up possibilities he hadn&rsquo;t considered. &ldquo;Dee? No. Stay good! Dee!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey Dot, can you pull up some shopping sites while you&rsquo;re on? I got some...ideas.&rdquo; He rumbled as his tail went around Yakko, pinning him to his chest, whispering in Yakko&rsquo;s ear. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll make it fun, I promise.&rdquo;<br /><br />Chapter 3<br />Two rings. Three. The scenery is a blur. Four rings. Five. A fence gives way like toilet paper in the dark. A dog is swatted away like a fly and voices are raised in alarm. Clumsy. But necessary. Shadows pursue him, flashing just feet behind. Running at full speed. The ground gives way like soft powder as he pours on the speed. The guards were not anticipated. He wasn&rsquo;t sure how they knew, or where they found so many in such a short time span. It didn&rsquo;t matter. Target couldn&rsquo;t be acquired, so rules were clear. Abandon the effort. Regroup. Find a new target of opportunity. Slink wasn&rsquo;t answering. He always picked up on the third. A beep. The line picks up as a flash bang sails past his head. A quick swipe and it flies back in the face of the toon that threw it, stunning him long enough to widen the gap. It wouldn&rsquo;t last.<br /><br />The voice on the line gives him pause. &lsquo;Compromised. No need for a phone any longer.&rsquo; He released it into the wind, sailing backward as doppler effect caused Bugs&rsquo;s shrill &ldquo;Ehhh.&rdquo; to fade. A cinder block wall. Shoulder in, pour on more speed. It provided minimal resistance, but minimal was enough. They&rsquo;re gaining again. Duck through an alley. Left, straight, right, left again, leap across a traffic snarled street. Approaching a shop front. Tuck! He rolls as he crashes through the front window, pops back onto his feet without missing a beat. It&rsquo;s likely they are waiting out back.<br /><br />Reaching into his hammer space he pulls out a mallet, extending the arm behind him he grunts with effort, arm bending in an arc with the force of his throw. It&rsquo;s little more than an anvil on a thick metal rod, but it will suffice. It explodes from his hand like a bullet, barely missing a human as the back of the shop explodes in a shower of dust and brick. He explodes through the cloud at full speed, concrete giving way under his initial kick off. He feels the air pressure before he sees it. A mallet head. Throwing his self to his knees, he slides under it. It eats momentum though, slowing his escape. Rolling a shoulder forward he dodged another aimed straight down. The debris created by it&rsquo;s impact peppering his back as he springs back to his feet and pushes off hard again.<br /><br />They are relentless. Femtosecond reactions launch them after him with equal haste. He needs a distraction, something to give his self a window to escape. But to where? &lsquo;There.&rsquo; This would require exact timing. Fifteen steps at his current speed. Counting them off in his head he reached into his hammer space, pulling out several smoke grenades, pulling the pens on all of them. He dropped the first as it sputtered and exploded inches behind him in an opaque brown cloud. &lsquo;Ten.&rsquo; He tossed the second a foot in front of him, bullying through it&rsquo;s concussive blast.&rsquo;Six.&rsquo; The third grenade dropped as he approached the next busy street, tossed to the far side, while his spare hand reached back producing a sizable pile of caltrops, dropping them behind him. &lsquo;Four.&rsquo; the final grenade exploded on his intended target. &lsquo;One.&rsquo; A quick motion was all it took to tilt the manhole cover on it&rsquo;s side and slip underneath, his body stretching out into a string as wide as spaghetti. The sound of the cover righting it&rsquo;s self was minimal. &lsquo;No time to stop yet.&rsquo;<br /><br />As fast as he could he made his way through the tunnels to the far end of the block, took a blind turn and went another three, changing direction each time before he dares stop to peek out of a storm drain. A tree line. Another residential neighborhood. Squeezing through the drain, he vanished into the tree line, spinning into a new costume before willing his self to walk casually down the sidewalk appearing as normal foot traffic in the mixed species community Burbank had become. &lsquo;This is all their fault. If it weren&rsquo;t for them, father would be free now. And now because of them the town is crawling with council, and other worse things that keep all other avenues closed.&rsquo; He knew better than to let his self be emotionally compromised. But it had gone way past personal. They must be made accountable. It wasn&rsquo;t the wise play. But wisdom was of no profit. He was certain he could handle them. Decision made, he began to devise the minutiae of his plan. Sometimes straight forward was the only direction you could go.<br /><br />-----<br />&ldquo;Nnngh. Not fair.&rdquo; Yakko whimpered as his alarm clock rang. He had hardly slept at all last night. He forgot how lonely an empty bed could feel. He didn&rsquo;t always share a bed with Dee, and last night had been one such occasion. He had needy siblings too, and last night Psykko preemptively asked if he could sleep with him. Which, while adorable, left Yakko the odd man out. He didn&rsquo;t begrudge him quality time with his brother, it just reminded him how he had come to rely on Dee to be his anchor when the anxiety and existential crisis crept in. He was, despite his own traumas, a calming influence on Yakko. Even when they were &ldquo;together&rdquo;. Especially when they were together. He didn&rsquo;t know when he had become so used to it, and the revelation was somewhat alarming, in that what was supposed to not be a serious committed relationship was growing increasingly both of those things. But then he would remember the feeling of laying his head on Dee&rsquo;s chest and listening to his breath as he slowly came to consciousness in the morning, the silky texture of his fur, the feeling of being entangled in his limbs and how it felt like both a protective gesture and a desperate one.<br /><br />&lsquo;Yeah. It&rsquo;s getting serious. Shit.&rsquo; He thought as he rolled out of bed, completely nude. Yet another habit he had learned since they started. Clothes got in the way during...things...and over time it just became easier and more comfortable than underwear or pajamas. There were drawbacks though. And they were apparent as he looked down, rubbing the sleep form his eyes. &lsquo;Well one of us is awake at least.&rsquo; Confirming with a quick ear to the door that he was, as usual, the first one of his trio awake, he stalked naked to the bathroom, taking care of the necessities and taking a quick shower, before he emerged clothed to get started on breakfast. The others would be awake soon and Wakko got punchy when he didn&rsquo;t eat.<br /><br />Peg was the next one up, not even bothering to hide her nudity, as she rubbed an eye, waving on the way to the bathroom. &lsquo;Jeez, she sure is Dee&rsquo;s sister. They don&rsquo;t do anything small, do they?&rsquo; Close living and reliance on shared resources had long ago taught those three that shame is a luxury. Besides, she was proud of her body, and in Yakko&rsquo;s opinion, had much to be proud of in that respect. She had Dee&rsquo;s strength with Psykko&rsquo;s agility, plus a dancers grace that gave her movements a fluid quality many found alluring. <br /><br />He didn&rsquo;t mind their odd privacy issues anymore really, well not as it applied to his self. He had been scandalized at first heavens knew, but he could see the reasoning behind it. And he wasn&rsquo;t about to start lecturing them on something so petty when bigger concerns loomed. Life is too short to get worked up over the occasional bare penis. Even if they did sometimes make him feel inadequate.<br /><br />By the time she emerged from the bathroom, still naked, though fortunately no longer at full mast, he had the beginnings of a mountain of pancakes and scrambled eggs piled up. There were sausage patties as well, and enough hash browns to alleviate the Irish potato famine. It was nether cheap or easy keeping any number of toons fed, but this was all on the studio&rsquo;s dime, so he had no qualms about cooking more than they needed.<br /><br />Peg took the opportunity to snitch a sausage, kissing his cheek before he shooed her off. &ldquo;No stealing the meat till yours is covered young lady.&rdquo; He waggled a wooden spatula at her. &ldquo;Get some clothes on before you make Dot jealous.&rdquo;<br /><br />Peg barked in laughter as she swatted him on the ass turning to head to her room. &ldquo;Heh! Her? Or you? Don&rsquo;t worry, Dee has nothing but good things to say about it, I&rsquo;m sure you&rsquo;re fine.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Ow! Hey! Easy on the goods sister, you break it Dee will have a fit.&rdquo; Peg waved wordlessly over her shoulder, stuffing the sausage in her mouth before she vanished down the hall, in all her slinky lean glory. &ldquo;Try not to smack it into any walls or door frames on your way!&rdquo; He called after her. She was a perfectly beautiful young woman, aesthetically a perfect match for him, but still far too violent for Yakko&rsquo;s taste. Between Slappy and Dot&rsquo;s influence those tendencies had not lessened, simply become more focused and playful. At least she wasn&rsquo;t assaulting the humans on the lot in ways that resulted in stitches or hospitalization.<br /><br />Though the last time an actor hit on her she still put him on his back. Just that this time, instead of beating him black blue and red, she sat on his chest and slapped him in the face with her dick till security could haul him off, claiming to be more woman than he could handle and more man than he could take. No one had bothered her since. She of course thought it was hilarious, and honestly Yakko had to agree. Once she had learned to stop taking them so seriously and allowed herself to have fun at their expense the constant jeers stopped getting under her skin.<br /><br />It wasn&rsquo;t long after her return to her room that others started filtering in. Wakko first, roused by the promise of carbs and grease. Then Dot, Dee, and Psykko who he carried in his arms, still mostly asleep, which was precious. Yakko took the rare opportunity to kiss the side of the boys muzzle stirring him awake with affection and food, Wakko was already digging into his pile before anyone else by that time. Then Peg soon returned, thankfully dressed, and began helping him portion out food. She pushed him into a chair, making sure he had food before she ate. He was learning she was, at her core, a care taker, and food was one of the ways she did it. If he had any worries about her eating last though, he needn&rsquo;t have. The stack of pancakes she came to the table with rivaled Wakko&rsquo;s and earned her a wide smile from him as she dug in.<br /><br />Yakko and Psykko ate relatively modestly, but the rest of the table was neigh vulgar as an obscene amount of food was packed away.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;We have a later shift than normal.&rdquo; Peg flipped through the pages of their itinerary.<br /><br />&ldquo;They want to keep us hidden so people don&rsquo;t connect any fall out from this to us.&rdquo; Psykko replied, leaning on her looking through the same notes. &ldquo;See, our hours are shorter too.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Just means we have to do more, faster.&rdquo; Dee leaned back in his chair. &ldquo;Under duress. I would like to see these dumb asses try to completely re record the entire discography of Ella Fitzgerald, pitch perfect, in six hours while someone is gunning for them.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh yeah we had her today. Who&rsquo;s doing vocals this time?&rdquo; Peg mused.<br /><br />&ldquo;Probably you.&rdquo; Psykko answered the obvious. &ldquo;My voice is too high, and Dee can do it but he has a slight tell on descending notes. You&rsquo;ve always done a better Ella anyway. But we can&rsquo;t do an entire big band in that time plus sing and mix. So who is filling in?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;ll be us!&rdquo; Wakko popped up behind Dee, resting his chin on the taller toon&rsquo;s shoulder, earning a gentle pet in the process. &ldquo;We can do all the brass band bits, and Yakko knows enough about production to fill in while you&rsquo;re playing. But we need to go soon if we&rsquo;re gonna have enough time.&rdquo;<br /><br />Since the start of all this the studio has taken a much more cautious approach about the movements of, not just them, but anyone on the lot. Security had quadrupled, the staff swelling to almost two hundred, which might be reassuring if they had vetted each member. By necessity many of them were toons, and while that kept the humans out of danger it also provided a window all of them were wary of getting close to. Once those concerns were voiced it was decided that only humans would escort them from one building to the next, and each step would be planned carefully to minimize exposure. It seemed on the face of it excessive, but one look at the news told a different story.<br /><br />&ldquo;-at nine pm last night. Authorities stated that while no one was seriously injured, property damage was extreme. No footage exists of the assailant despite the presence of surveillance cameras, but eye witnesses indicate that it was a toon, pursued by others. The Toon Council had no comment.&rdquo;<br /><br />Footage showed a trail of destruction ending at a nail salon that had been nearly gutted as the chase had passed through it uninterrupted. Bugs must be pulling his ears off by now. This was way more public than he wanted it to be, and Daffy was no doubt rubbing it in that nothing this bad happened under his administrations. &lsquo;Probably because no one wanted his flaky ass involved.&rsquo; Yakko thought. And once Bugs was out, if this problem hadn&rsquo;t been resolved it would only worsen. This toon of David&rsquo;s didn&rsquo;t give a damn about innocent bystanders, and it&rsquo;s only a matter of time before he gets someone killed. &lsquo;Well. Not our fight.&rsquo; He already has enough people on this, and being out in the open would only make them bait at best. A liability at worst. And Yakko wanted this ended as fast as possible.<br /><br />The others filtered into the living room as the clock ticked down and Yakko&rsquo;s cell phone rang. It was their escort. Toons this time. Great. They hurried to finish last minute preparations, putting on a less grim facade before hauling the giant metal door open, stepping out into the harsh LA sun.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;Here&rsquo;s your uniform. Just make sure you keep your radio tuned to this frequency, stick with your partner, and keep your eyes peeled.&rdquo; He smiled tightly and nodded as he donned his wb security uniform, a simple blue and gold affair that hearkened back to uniforms worn by lot security in the golden age of Hollywood. Examining his self in the mirror he sneered at the blue and gold shield on his shoulder. The sooner he could rip the rent-a-cop monkey suit off the better. But right now it was his best in.<br /><br />When the call had gone out to toon enclaves in Burbank he could hardly have believed his luck. Wb was vastly expanding their security profile to keep out...well...him. Qualifications were minimal, and most of the toons it attracted had been bouncers, boxers, typical over sized tough guys that for all their impressive mass were slow dull witted and naive. Someone like his self, shifty quick witted and fast must have appeared to them as a perfect compliment to their apparent brawn. Stupid humans. Always judging by appearances. He was less than half the size of most of these apes and he could still do everything they could and then some.<br /><br />It didn&rsquo;t matter. Their folly was his gain. He would slip in, flatten the Warners, bomb the executive offices, burn the lot to the ground and be gone before anyone realized anything was amiss. And in that order. Those traitors were his priority. No self respecting toon sells out their creator. Or agrees to slave for the people that did their creator in. He would make them watch as he took everything out from under them, and did the job they should have. Then he could spring David from wherever they were holding him and reunite with all his real kids. He didn&rsquo;t know what would come after. He didn&rsquo;t care. All that mattered right now was balancing the scale. And to do that all he needed was a fake smile and a security key card. Both were trifles really. But everything to this point had been. Why had David fretted so much over these Warner&rsquo;s any way? He was ten times the toon they were. Sure he had been made a few times, and sure his last escape had been more destructive than he intended, but they were just going to do all that anyway. And no one had been anything approaching fast enough to catch him without stopping every nanosecond to minimize danger to bystanders. They couldn&rsquo;t catch him, they couldn&rsquo;t stop him, and as he passed through the employees gate along with the group of other hastily gathered toon security he smiled at the thought that soon enough they wouldn&rsquo;t beat him ether.<br /><br />He had to suppress a bark of laughter as they paired him off, as they had with all the other toons, with a wide shouldered moose toon. The dour looking slab had to be eight feet tall at the antlers and so wide he had to turn sideways and duck to fit through doors. Even then it was a tight squeeze. Who the hell designed this guy? He could run circles around him and still knock him on his ass if he had to. Lady luck must really be on his side today.<br /><br />First thing&rsquo;s first. Get a lay of the land. Patrols moved in counter rotating and overlapping circles, covering every entrance and exit. All the maintenance buildings were covered by at least one human guard, who to him looked about as foreboding as wet toilet paper, and equipment and supplies were being locked behind steel cages, only released to personnel who presented a work order and signed out for the exact quantity they needed. &lsquo;Ok that&rsquo;s smart. Looks like whoever planned this out thought of everything. But it won&rsquo;t be enough.&rsquo;<br /><br />In his head he did the math. Ten seconds across the lot, smash the Warner&rsquo;s into a crater, another ten back to the maintenance building, three seconds to whip up something flammable enough to do the job, fifteen seconds to smash the execs and burn down the building with them in it. Maybe an hour after that to do the rest. All he needed was a window. And for that he had his radio. The big dumb moose wasn&rsquo;t an obstacle. For him it must have appeared that he simply took the job seriously, noting every update that came through.<br /><br />-----<br />&ldquo;Assets out. Escorting in ten. Make sure the sound stage is clear, and keep traffic on the way to a minimum.&rdquo; The guard spoke into the radio pinned to his shoulder as all six Warner&rsquo;s emerged from the elevator. These were always tense moments for him. Before this he had been a body guard for one of the wealthier toons in Toon Town, and never did get used to just how exposed it felt when someone he was charged to protect stood out in the open. He had to get things moving along quickly.<br /><br />He motioned to the bouncer to his left to open the car, and moved to usher them in when he heard a sound that made his stomach turn. The six toons froze in place, a curious change coming over three of them as one of the youngest twitched an ear. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s coming.&rdquo;<br /><br />-----<br />&lsquo;Fools! Absolute empty headed moronic thumb sucking fools! You couldn&rsquo;t even bother to code your transmissions? You lot deserve to get your asses handed to you!&rsquo; The very second the message had gone out he fixed his gaze on the water tower, visible from anywhere in the lot really, and bolted for it at such a speed that the asphalt gave way underfoot and pelted his, ugh, partner with the debris. It had proven distraction enough to give him the lead he needed. Three nanoseconds was more than enough, but that ignoramoose gave him a whole half second! Slow! Dumb! Moose! He didn&rsquo;t even bother going around the buildings in his way, simply increasing his speed and shouldering in so he plowed through one side and out the other.<br />The shortest distance between two points was a straight line after all. And no one could stop him anyway so why not dispense with subtly? Five seconds. Though the scenery blurred past he felt like it took an eternity. People screamed. Walls exploded out like cardboard. High velocity debris smashed cars and scattered crowds. A human went down, head erupting red as a tiny chunk of cinder block clipped his temple. Weak. Slow.<br /><br />Scenery changed again. Inside an office now. A shower of glass. A human flying through the air up and over him as a quick scooping motion sent them sailing out of his way. Another wall exploding out of his way. Nine seconds. He reached into his hammer space, closing his fingers around a thick metal shaft as he slid to a halt in front of the tower, his mallet sliding smoothly from it to clang onto the ground, little more than a steel anvil with a three inch thick metal pole stuck through it. It was nether subtle, nor graceful, but in this moment it didn&rsquo;t matter. He locked eyes with them. And his vision went red. Everyone on the lot heard his scream as feet dug into the ground and he kicked off.<br /><br />-----<br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s coming.&rdquo; No sooner had the younger Warner said it than the escort turned to the sound of exploding brick and concrete, a scrabble of rock and dust only briefly obscuring him. He looked...sick. A rabbit? Maybe? Some kind of hybrid. Long pointed buck teeth combined with fangs, claws, and a long cat like tail roared loud enough to break glass, vibrant emerald eyes nearly glowing with hatred as it dug it&rsquo;s feet into the ground and launched it&rsquo;s self at them, trailing what he was sure it might have thought was a mallet, but only in the loosest terms.<br /><br />He felt like the world kicked into slow motion as he spun to give orders, his own much more elegant mallet sliding from his hammer space along with a flash bang. The others moved, but too slowly. He would be on them in nanoseconds, and they would barely have turned to receive him. &lsquo;Shit. Shit!&rsquo; &ldquo;Run!&rdquo; He shouted over his shoulder. But as he looked behind him only three remained. A shadow passed in front of his eyes so quickly it seemed to be in real time. His head barely whipped around in time to see what it was.<br /><br />-----<br /><br />Without uttering a word the three moved. This guy was fast, Dee would grant him that, but compared to Psykko he may as well be moving in slow motion. As he watched his little brother he could barely follow his movements his self. He timed his attack to coordinate with the smaller more agile Warner&rsquo;s.<br /><br />The toon, whatever the fuck he was, came up short on his sprint, not expecting to be attacked, though willing to reciprocate. As his foot planted, it dug into the ground and he shifted his body to swing the mass he was trailing around him. &lsquo;Good plan. But too slow.&rsquo; Psykko thought as reality jumped. He was beside him now, his claws out, fangs bared as the metal rod of the toon&rsquo;s mallet met them, and yielded. His bite sailed through the material like butter, severed at the toons hand, sending the functioning end of it spinning into the car that was supposed to be their ride, folding the vehicle in half, but catching the projectile in the process. His momentum carried him in a straight line across the toon&rsquo;s front, as he dragged his claws across his eyes in the same motion, blinding him to what came next. &lsquo;Your turn.&rsquo;<br /><br />Dee was on the guy nearly as fast as his brother was, one hand on the rod Psykko so neatly clipped in two, pinning his hand while the other balled up in a fist, and flashed. If anyone could have counted the number of times he punched this guy in his shit in that fraction of a second it would surely have been in the triple digits. The force of them further blinded him and pushed his lead foot further into the ground, pinning it up to the knee in dirt and asphalt as he sailed past, yanking the toons arms up over his head.<br />The rod flew out of them as Dee&rsquo;s feet met the ground, the earth shaking under them as his sister made contact.<br /><br />&lsquo;Time to earn your keep mister stump!&rsquo; Finally. A conflict she could sink her teeth into. Finally! Something to hit! FINALLY! Psykko and Dee had done a masterful job disarming and pinning the guy, but in all honesty they needn&rsquo;t have. He was slow and clumsy by her standards, and judging by the way he reacted to them he must have thought he was hot shit. Of all the things to gift her with, David really had given her everything she could possibly want in a target. An arrogant ineffectual prick threatening her family!? &lsquo;Oh I think not! Time you and gravity got acquainted friend!&rsquo; <br /><br />Impressive as he must have thought his anvil on a stick was, it paled both in surface area and weight to the literal oak tree stump on a branch Peg lovingly termed &ldquo;Mister Stump&rdquo;. Nothing it met stayed in the same shape it started out as for long. Going back to when she first made it even, her prototype managed to fold a bus in half. And she could swing it like it was a feather. She had always been the most violent of the three, and the shortest tempered. So when rare opportunities to frenzy like this came up she relished in it. And they were so rare. Everyone and everything else was so delicate, so slow, but this guy, this guy could take it. And he would. All of it. All the anguish angst and rage of the last year focused into the end of her hammer as it met him, and nailed him into a crater. And she didn&rsquo;t stop there. It wasn&rsquo;t enough to be incapacitated. He had to know. He had to understand, the very depth of his stupidity. So she kept swinging, throwing her entire weight into it, screaming a string of obscenities that you could hear from Anaheim. <br /><br />&lsquo;Why are we even...here?&rsquo; The body guard shook in his shoes as he witnessed the most brutal efficient take down he had ever seen a toon subjected to. She was still screaming, cursing some guy named David, and cussing this toon, who was by now a thick paste at the bottom of a growing crater. The others stood there for, it felt like minutes, but it couldn&rsquo;t have been more than a handful of seconds, before the tallest one spoke.<br /><br />&ldquo;Peg.&rdquo; His voice was firm but still soft as she looked at him with a snarl, the picture of feral rage. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s ok. You got em. Let them have what&rsquo;s left.&rdquo; He jerked his head toward the body guard, who swallowed hard as she turned red eyed on him. &lsquo;Were her fangs always that long?&rsquo; She looked back to Dee, then the crater her hammer still sat on, and back to him before raising her hammer once more and with a snarl getting one last ground shaking blow in. &ldquo;rrrRRFine!&rdquo; <br /><br />Taking a deep breath she seemed to relax as she dragged the hammer out of the crater, really grinding it into the toon underneath before she slipped it back in her hammer space. She steadied herself as time seemed to resume and the guard willed his heart to stop beating in his ears. <br /><br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s all yours.&rdquo; She huffed, looking over the edge of the crater. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s left of him.&rdquo;<br /><br />-----<br /><br />&ldquo;Right. Thanks doc. Yeah. Be seein you.&rdquo; Bugs ended the call and slid his phone back in his hammer space as he resumed, looking down at the bruised and battered toon in the concrete pit he now rested in.<br /><br />&ldquo;Ya know, if you would just call off this grudge of yours we could reduce your sentence to a regular prison. You would be out again in a couple decades on good behavior.&rdquo;<br /><br />The sound that gurgled up out of the beaten toons throat made Bug&rsquo;s stomach turn. &ldquo;uUghhfffuck you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Suit yourself doc.&rdquo; He shrugged flippantly before turning to the guards. &ldquo;Bury em.&rdquo; <br /><br />Pumps whirred to life as a steel cage was lowered into the pit, leaving only enough space in the center for the toon to curl up into a ball, lest he be crushed under it. A heavy cloth hose positioned it&rsquo;s self over the pit shortly thereafter, the heavy gravelly sound of liquid concrete rushing down it&rsquo;s length to fill the small space as the toon screamed death threats from his tiny space. It wasn&rsquo;t long till those screams turned to gurgles, and eventually only the sound of the heavy substance filling the space remained. A final steel plate was then lowered over the hole to cap it off.<br /><br />It would be centuries before he got out of there. Maybe millennia. And a lot of very specific ifs would have to occur before even that was a possibility. By then, Bugs suspected, this entire hole would be filled. Eternity was a long time, and the Vault was already on it&rsquo;s third layer.<br /><br />He made a mental note to bring up the possibility of a second vault. Perhaps this time in a mountain under northern Alaska. Or perhaps Antarctica like they had originally planned. Lack of funding and technology at the time had necessitated putting this one under a mountain in Nevada. It was the nearest geologically stable place they could find, but it was far too close to inhabited settlements for his tastes. He was actually considering offering the top two layers to the state department to dispose of radioactive waste. Maybe that would ward off any potential meddlers and keep these maroons right where they are a few centuries longer.<br /><br />Observing the last of the sealing ritual constituted his last official duty as head of the council. So as the final bolt was turned he wasted no time in making his way with his entourage to the filthy safety yellow elevator back to the top of the three hundred foot vertical hole that constituted the toon maximum security prison complex known as The Vault. He hoped he would never have to see the inside of it again.<br /><br />-----<br />&lsquo;God bless days off!&rsquo; Yakko thought as Dee rocked his body, his heavy breath hot on his neck as fangs grazed along the tender flesh. Yakko&rsquo;s eyes rolled back as each movement made colors dance behind his eyelids and electricity snake up and down his body. He clung to him, arms legs and tail entangled around Dee, holding on for dear life as for the tenth time that day he fucked Yakko&rsquo;s ever loving brains out. There was simply no more poetic way to put it. There had been lovemaking sure, but the second he told Dee to stop holding back, all that had gone out the window faster than if Peg had drop kicked it.<br /><br />Their union grew to a fever pitch, again, as both finally released, again, with such force that a distant part of Yakko worried that the sound proofing hadn&rsquo;t been enough. Since that toon&rsquo;s arrest Dee had been coiled up tight and afraid. Not of them, but afraid of what they would think of them. It was the first time any of them had ever let anyone see what David had truly made of them. And they all bore it as a scarlet letter. Ashamed of what they were capable of. Even Peg, who usually reveled in it had grown to hate the look of uncertainty and even fear people gave them all now. It made them feel different. Wrong. Which brings them to here and now.<br /><br />He certainly couldn&rsquo;t do this with all of them though. He doubted he would survive Pegs stress release, even if he was her type. Though he had encouraged her to find a partner that was. It was high time she learned there was more to life than waiting for the next disaster to rage at. Psykko needed a different outlet though. One for which Wakko was specially qualified to provide. Much to the dismay of the lot executives, and anyone who took pride in their job as an upholsterer of fine limousines. Plotz would never get the pee smell out of his.<br />Things were still unsettled. But at least this latest debacle was. And as Dee slowly caught his breath over him he had to think that time would come sooner rather than later. He kissed along Dee&rsquo;s neck gently as he slowly dragged his claws up and down his back eliciting a shiver that made him grin.<br /><br />&ldquo;So.&rdquo; He whispered in his ear lustily. &ldquo;Another round?&rdquo; It was going to be a long day. Night. Week. 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