Morning again. It felt like he just got to sleep, and this was the third day in a row he spent most of the night staring at the ceiling unable to shut his brain off. This was starting to become the most irritating running gag ever. He tried everything, from melatonin to meditation but nothing worked for long before he wound up back where he started. Not even chronic masturbation helped! That always worked before! Now it just left him frustrated and wet. Yakko groaned as he rolled over pulling his pillow over his head, his tail thrashing in frustration. 
Heaving a deep sigh he heaved the pillow off his head, oozing out of his sheets in a semi liquid state before shlorping under his bedroom door and inch worming to the kitchen, climbing up to the table like some kind of John Carpenter movie monster as Wakko and Dot looked on. “Behhhhhh.”
“Sleep well Yakkarino?” Dot looked from her phone to her non-newtonian sibling raising an eyebrow. If course she knew the answer. Ninety years, and the cycle never changed. Rather Lon drew it into him, or he just developed it over time, without fail every three months his sleep schedule would flip the fuck out and he would go sometimes a week without more than four hours of sleep before popping awake. Short cat naps throughout the day helped, but it wasn’t a fix. Sometimes sharing a bed helped, but puberty made that a real fuckin delight in the mornings. Wakko didn’t mind, but there were some things a sister shouldn’t see. Her brothers reenacting The Two Towers first thing in the morning was one of them.
“Mnnnnnn.” Yakko responded as Wakko set a cup of coffee in front of him. His nose twitched and tugged toward it independent of the rest of his face, doing a slow circle around the cup before returning to report it’s findings to the rest of him, managing with herculean effort to pull his head into a shape approximating a living being with working lips to take a long drag from the absolute parody of his precious life imbuing liquid. Wakko’s coffee skills were somewhere between deficient, and zero fucks given, and the caffeinated swill tasted like someone dropped eraser shavings and doughnut crumbs into it, causing his face to invert into a crater as he forced the alleged food stuff down his throat. Still it had the desired effect, if utter disgust was a desired effect. He did manage to pull his self into something resembling a solid shape however, if for no other reason than to effect a response.
“That was terrible. Thank you!” He clutched his head as his headache faded from somewhere around post nuclear disaster to uncontrolled forest fire, forcing his self to imbibe more of this weak ass, bitch ass, punk ass, wannabe coffee like product, shuddering bodily as it fell into his stomach like liquid despair. “Gnyuh...That’s...some stuff.”
“You’re really weird in the mornings, you know that?” Wakko watched amused as Yakko laid his head on the table, reaching for a plate of breakfast burritos with his tongue. Arms were a luxury that bitch juice Wakko brewed couldn’t afford. So burritos get the tentacle hentai treatment this morning. He grunted incoherently as he pulled one of the violated breakfast foods screaming into his maw, swallowing it whole because teeth and chewing were also not on the budget this fiscal year. 
Functionality was the order of the day apparently. And the order was depressing. Fuck the order. He required a new order. Violating another burrito, he screwed up his resolve, and evolved a spine and a lower body in the span of a few minuets, as Dot and Wakko talked over his misery about something using “words” that allegedly “meant things” that you were supposed to process into information. It sounds like exhausting labor. And bitch, Yakko Warner does not do labor! 
Having willed a solid form into existence was hard enough. Especially when it came with things like a bladder, and teeth that need brushing, and uvulas. Hauling his self out of his chair before his new found organs and biological necessities turned the kitchen floor into ground zero for a fetish film, he shuffled to the bathroom like an old man, not even bothering to stand as he peed. Standing was also not on the budget, not if he wanted to avoid Dot’s ire because he pissed approximately instead of precisely. So he sat there, brushing his teeth at the same time because energy deficits require efficient solutions and this felt like a pretty god damned big brain move in his opinion thank you very much. At the least it made him feel a little good about his self in a super sad kind of way that elicits furrowed brows and makes his gay friends say “Oh honey…” in that way where they put their hand on their chest that to the recipient’s ears sounded more like “Bitch pull yourself together.”
Dragging his self to the shower, it occurred to him he could have done all that in here too, and berated his shortsightedness at the missed opportunity. The hot water felt nice at least, and did more to wake him up then that sad excuse for coffee Wakko concocted from the depths of hell, or possibly starbucks. Same thing. Though there was a thought. Coffee shops existed. He remembered that was a thing now. There were people, who were paid to make coffee for people! He didn’t have to do it! 
“Yes! Ow my head…” He winced at the stab of pain at the sudden noise, decision made.
Wakko and Dot barely glanced at Yakko as he walked, actually walked! With feet even!, Into the living room, wearing actual cute clothes the right way around and the right side out. Stretching his back with a series of consecutive pops he made for the little bowl near the door they kept the keys and shit in. “I’m gonna go grab a real coffee.” He suddenly announced, picking up his phone and wallet. Another small victory. Hooray for basic motor functions. “You guys want anything?”
As they shook their heads in unison he smiled, leaning over and giving each a gentle kiss on the scalp. “I’ll call if I need anything.”
The coffee shop wasn’t far. A brisk morning walk lead him to the outside of the one cafe’ that wasn’t owned by a corrupt chain serving mediocre swill for premium prices. No, this place was one of the few gems that were authentic in this town. And against all odds, it thrived. Much to the chagrin of those chains it stayed packed from open to close. It’s proximity to the lot helped things, but as Yakko entered and the smell of good coffee and fresh pastries hit his nose like a warm hug he had to admit that what kept people coming back was the quality of their product. He closed his eyes briefly inhaling the aroma of fresh roasted beans and cinnamon. ‘Hm, apple bear claws.’ He would have to grab one of those too. Ok maybe a few for the sibs too. As he approached the counter however he almost froze in his tracks. ‘Who is he?’ Yakko’s stomach leapt as he saw him. He could be forgiven for mistaking him for a girl, but his soft flamboyant voice dispelled that thought quickly. He swallowed hard, fighting down a blush as he waited in line.
The young toon skunk behind the counter must have been new. He didn’t recall ever seeing him before. His dark chocolate brown and cream colored fur made him look like the product he was serving, and unlike other skunk toons, the only scent wafting off of him was that of strong coffee and dark chocolate. Glittery gold eye shadow and long curled lashes framed shrewd flirty almond shaped eyes over delicate features that narrowed into a muzzle reminiscent of a Disney skunk, ending in an adorable brown nose that twitched cutely when he listened to an order or operated the register, cute fangs glinting as he smiled in greeting.
His full fluffy tail only slightly exceeded his height, topping him out just north of five feet tall if Yakko had to guess. He had a soft lilting laugh that made Yakkos heart beat faster and his palms sweat. ‘He must be new.’ He thought to his self alarmed at the intensity of his reaction. Before, he had only felt like this around Nurse, or Minerva, or ok any time a remotely attractive woman walked by. But this toon was on a whole other level. Any word he tried to think of to describe him always fell back to what he once reserved for women. He was...’Gorgeous.’
‘I have to know this guys name.’ He thought as the line moved, far too slowly for his tastes. Dammit he needed his caffeine and if he didn’t flirt at least five times a day he would explode! He didn’t want to explode! Well not like that anyway. Maybe this cutie could help with that part, hm? It was time to initiate operation bussy blaster! By the time it was his turn he already had a plan formulated. Which promptly fell apart the moment he looked into those light brown eyes, glittery gold lids and long lashes batted at him sweetly as he approached, that soft silky voice penetrating Yakko’s bravado with a simple, “What can I get for you honey?”
“One extra large you please. I mean-boy to go...coffee...pretty...shit.” He fumbled over his words as a delighted giggle bubbled out of the boy, bashfully covering his muzzle with a paw, flashing perfect white fangs as he smiled warmly. “Oh my, aren’t you sweet. I’m afraid I’m not on the menu, officially, but I can serve you.” He smiled again, a soft blush warming his ears as he eyed Yakko appraisingly, something mischievous behind that innocent exterior. 
“Uh-um s-sorry. I’m normally a lot more uh-” Yakko stammered. 
“Composed?” The skunk offered, leaning on the counter, propping his beautiful face on his hand. 
‘Oh to be that hand…’ Yakko thought as he chuckled and fought for composure. “Yeah heh, I’m sorry about that, no sleep and no coffee makes Yakko a dull boy. Um. Mocha latte please and um...four of those bear claws? I should bring something home for the sibs, heh.”
“Oh, a family man?” His hands moved over the register without looking. “What size hon?”
“H-huh?” Yakko was pulled from his thoughts again. He kept losing his self in this guys eyes!
“Your coffee? How big do you take them?” He grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. ‘Oh you know exactly what you’re doing. How about a you size, extra thick.’ Yakko thought. Still, his delivery was about as smooth as a bowel of rocky road as he replied.
“E-extra large. Please. My synapses suffer.” He fidgeted as their eyes locked for a moment and something passed between them. It took milliseconds but he felt like he was there forever as the order was processed, and his receipt passed to him, with a short note scribbled on it. “Meet me out back.” it said simply.
The skunk then turned and called another employee over whispering something to her as he went to the back. She didn’t take long to get his order together, but again it felt like it took forever, Yakko’s foot tapping at a million miles an hour till he gratefully took the bag and whisked it away in his hammer space. He had to resist the urge to sprint out the door as he made his way around the building, his heart racing.
It didn’t take long to find him, leaning against a wall near the dumpster like a delinquent, as he noticed him, a wide toothy smile spreading across his delicate features as Yakko approached. As soon as he was in arms reach the skunk wrapped his tail around his middle, the air between them becoming thick with the smell of super rich coffee and chocolate again. ‘What a strange and delightful take on musk…’ he thought distantly as lips met. They wasted no time as they kissed fiercely and the skunks hands grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading it firmly, tongues entwining with surprising skill and enthusiasm. ‘I guess I still got game after all.’
The kiss had Yakko dizzy with lust long before it broke, breathing heavy as noses touched. “I’m Yakko.” He offered, panting. 
“Christmas. You can call me Chris.” He offered back as he tugged Yakko toward a white suv parked behind the cafe. 
Yakko followed as if on automatic pilot, thankful the vehicle’s windows were tented so dark he couldn’t see in, which meant no one else could ether. Stepping inside, he found the back seats had all been folded away, leaving a conveniently flat surface that he was firmly, but gently pressed into, the skunk following. The door thumped behind them and they were suddenly in their own world, the skunk on him again. ‘Looks like Disney, acts like WarnerBrothers. Definitely a hybrid.’ Yakko thought as the skunk kissed up his neck and tugged on his ear with those perfect teeth. He didn’t even notice when his pants were stripped off and tossed aside as the hungry boy whispered in his ear. “I hope you like being on bottom, cause I’m about to fuck you harder than the republican party fucked voter rights.”
Yakko’s heart leapt into his throat and his dick jumped between them. “Yes please.” He said softly, his voice squeaking. This earned a soft laugh from his paramour as he tossed his own pants aside. ‘Ye Gods.’ Yakko gawped at the boys endowment. Not quite as long as his. Closer to Wakko’s in length, but so much thicker than his own that it bordered on beer can width. A paw in his chest pushed him back, the soft voice in his ear again breathing hotly. “Eat my ass then. It gets me going.”
‘Wait he’s that thick at half chub!?’ Yakko didn’t even think to protest as the boy turned revealing a thick round bottom that would be the envy of a woman, and a heavy set of fist sized balls that would be the envy of a bull. Yakko barely had time to register as Chris’s deep brown pucker, glistening with work and heat induced sweat, sat back on his face. He nearly came on the spot, the warm damp flesh harbored a scent and taste that hit his hind brain like a battering ram, and he didn’t stop to consider what he was doing as he dragged his long wide tongue up his sweaty musky crack with a groan. What a way to activate neurons!
Chris moaned softly, arching his back, and his tail. “Oh honey, just like that. Go deeper.” It may have taken minute’s or seconds, Yakko didn’t know, but he was fully tongue fucking this beautiful stranger’s sweaty ass as deep as he could go and loving it. His lips kissed and suckled at his dark flesh, cleaning every vestige of musk and sweat from him as Chris pulled lube from his hammerspace, applying it to his shaft, stroking his self slowly from base to tip. Like a gentlemen he even got under his foreskin. He then moved to Yakko’s ass, slipping two fingers in with ease, which again nearly made Yakko cum on the spot as he moaned into his thick haunches. “Oh, did I hit a nerve sweetie?” He giggled as Yakko noisily slurped on his hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it again.” He slowly eased off Yakko’s face, the Warner gasping for air in the hot confines of the suv. He didn’t resist when the femboy placed his ankles on his shoulders, or even when he felt the fat tip of his battering ram of a cock nestle against his ring. Only when his hole was spread wider than it ever had been did he make a sound, back arching as he cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and, well not pain exactly, this was far from his first rodeo, but at that size he was close to it!
His cries were muffled by those lips again as once again tongues entwined, and Yakko got the ride of his life from the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. His hips rolled slowly at first, pressing deep as he angled straight for his prostate, a thick stream of pre rolling out of his foreskin to pool on his stomach as Chris groaned above him. “Ugh you’re tight. I gotta fix that.”
Yakko wrapped his arms around the skunks neck, kissing along his jaw. “H-honey at your size everything is t-tight. F-uck where have you been all my life?”
“Paris.” He kissed back, dragging his fangs along his neck and teasing his nipples. “Then Toon Town, now Burbank.” His thrusts picked up gradually, hips rolling as he expertly rearranged Yakko’s guts grunting cutely every time his hips slapped against Yakko’s shapely ass. Not for the first time he blessed Lon’s name for giving him such a full rear. It definitely made this easier if he wasn’t destroying someone with his hip bones while they were destroying him with their pork sword.
“S-sounds like a bad trade. B-urbank aint exactly- ugh- a cultural hub- oh fuck wreck me…” Yakko held tight as Chris put his back into it, rocking the whole truck each time his spawn hammer did to his prostate what Grond did to the Great Gate of Minas Tirith. Good grief this boy could fuck!
“Not- hoo tight- not as much as you would think. P-Paris smells like piss and old trash. The people are rude, the traffic is bad, everything is a tourist trap, and it doesn’t have you in it. Mon Dieu oui!” Chris cried out as his hips were a blur now, short savage rapid thrusts machine gunning into Yakko like he was trying to fuck him into orbit. Well it half worked cause he was definitely seeing stars as he clung to this beautiful boy ravaging him. Yakko hadn’t been fucked like this since they dropped in on that porno shoot back in seventy six by accident and one of the stars took a shine to him. And even then not with the same skill displayed here.
Chris was wonderful. Just the right amount of savage passion and tender affection, respect and utter disrespect. He gave as good as he could but with the hammering he got, Yakko couldn’t hold it in anymore. His back arched, screaming as he came, ruining Chris’s interior as he hosed the rear window down with a climax that he felt like he had been holding onto for months. If Chris noticed, well, Yakko wouldn’t say he gave no fucks. He gave fucks alright. He gave all the fucks. Right into Yakko’s colon. And when he did finally cum, clinging to Yakko as he cursed a blue streak in French, he showed that those super heavy balls weren’t just for show. Yakko’s belly bulged and cramped with the volume of Chris’s releases. All four of them. Fuck, he came like a WB toon too! Whoever designed him, Yakko owed that human a lap ride just for making this work of art turning him into a water balloon. Fuckin Vive la France! Yakko came twice over during the course of their lovemaking that no doubt anyone in the parking lot knew about by now. He could not be brought to give a fuck though. He gave all those to Chris. He was fresh out. And as Christ dumped a fith load into him, he too felt sold out for the day, withdrawing slowly after a long moment catching his breath. 
Yakko had to produce a butt plug from his hammer space just to keep from further ruining the upholstery, as the femboy rolled off of him, chest heaving. He slipped it in with a slight hiss, his ring more sore than he remembered it ever being as he was kissed sweetly about the face.
“That was wonderful honey. But I need to get back to my shift soon. Sadly I need this job till I can get my acting career off the ground.” Chris pouted. Such was the way in Hollywood. Many who sought work here wound up in the regular workforce, unable to sustain their living conditions without a regular paycheck. In that regard Yakko felt lucky. They never wrote it into the show, but they were fucking loaded. Enough that they could be idle rich if they wanted. You built up a lot of residuals in ninety years if you didn’t spend a lot, and there wasn’t a lot that they weren’t provided by the studio anyway. Maybe he could mention this guy to the suits. After the fucking he just put on him, an audition was the least he could do.
Yakko nodded, in a daze as he dressed. They exchanged information before stepping back out into the now hot morning air, Yakko’s knees wobbly as he righted his self. Chris hugged him warmly, again coiling him in his tail as he whispered. “Let’s do this again some time handsome. You get to top next time, I promise.” They kissed once more, much more gently this time, before parting ways. Chris back to the cafe’ with a spring in his step, and Yakko wobbling back to the tower, feeling weak and elated by what just happened. “That was one of the best nuts I’ve ever had in my life.’ He thought. Once he got back home, he went straight to the bathroom. He felt like he had a gallon of population pudding inside him, which was probably not far off the mark, and it wanted out. And, for the second time that day, a shower. Once he exited the bathroom looking like he lost a fight with cockzilla and rodan, he pulled his nearly forgotten order from his hammer space, still fresh as the moment he bought it, and told his siblings what happened. Not that he wanted to brag, okay he wanted to brag, but he knew that brief encounter would happen again and he didn’t want them interrogating the boy when he brought him over.
Chris would definitely be getting a call back or a thousand.