Sylvester remembered only a few things when he woke up.


That damn yellow tweety bird sitting on the sidewalk, back to him as he crept up behind him. It was sooooo easy to jump on him. Clasping that tiny body in his claws as an evil grin spread on the feline’s face. When he turned to look at the fear in the bird's eyes, all he saw was a tiny picture of a tweety bird signed saying “Have fun on your date!”.


Then some smell hit his nose. It was so potent and powerful, Sylvester just remembers falling over, the bird hitting the ground, revealing itself to be a wooden dummy covered in feathers. He coughed and gagged as he tried to cover his nose but the scent overpowered his muscles and he lost feeling all over.


The bird obsessed cat remembers seeing a pair of feet walking up to him before things finally cut to black. Dark and furry like a cat but different. He couldn’t remember anything once he closed his eyes.


When he rocked his head back and forth, it was like he’d recover from the world's worst hangover. He wanted to just go back to sleep but he quickly found out it was going to be very uncomfortable. Slylvester realized that he was tied to a chair, unable to move no matter how much he struggled. The room he’s in was like a bedroom. Clear blue skies out the window. Pink painted walls with various accessories. A soft looking bed off to the corner that looked far more comfortable. 


The kitty tried to cut through the rope but his nails weren’t cutting the job. He struggled to try and bite at them but his neck wasn’t long enough. 


        “Sufferin succotash…” He sputtered. 


        “Ohhh? Is le miss finally with us?” Came a voice with a noticeable french accent. A slightly less potent smell followed close behind as the door opened. 


Sylvester came face to face with a male skunk and the cat could feel his fur stand on end as the scent hit him like a fire truck. On fire! It was like being in a boys locker room and all the boys hadn’t had a chance to let off some steam in lord knows how long. It was putrid and potent. It made his eyes water and gasp for air. It wasn’t enough to knock him out again but it was up there. Sylvester struggled to get out harder.


        “Oh no no no! No need for courtesy for moi. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Pepe Le Pew, your lover.” 


        “Sssssay what?” The cat’s jaw dropped at the statement.


        “Your lover! You’re mate! Your prince to your charming! You’re Jacques to your pink panther!” Pepe’s eyes turned to hearts as he forced himself to kiss the restrained pussy cat. Being as close as they are now, Sylvester felt his stomach churn. Kissing a guy and he’s a skunk? He’d rather be living in the dumps! His eyes water heavily as the prolonged close contact and smell was enough to make his nose up and leave on its own. 


When mr.skunk finally pulled away, Sylvester was hacking and coughing, practically feeling the ungodly skunk musk cluing to his mouth.


        “Ohhh mon chéri! You’re so happy to?! Then let us be happy here together forever!”


Sylvester could feel his gullet churn as he lived with this love freak. But if he wanted to get out, he’d better try and not make his… “Lover” angry. Sylvester forced a smile as he tried to play along with the twisted love game. 


It started slow.


Sylvester was taken out of his restraints and the two of them went on dates. The wiley cat could run but the first attempt failed. The skunk would come bouncing on all fours, as happy as a cat in an unguarded aviary. Coming down a long alleyway, the skunk had him corner. Instead of being angry, he forced the cat into a deep and long drawn out makeout session. Passerby’s could have spotted him with the skunk behind so instead of facing the shame, Sylvester forced himself to stick to his skunk boyfriend. The smell grew stronger but there was nothing to do but wait until they could go away together.


Then the romantic skunk took him out to the beach. All alone.


It wasn’t so bad. No one was around and the smell of the ocean stung his nose enough to drown out the smell enough to be tolerable. At least that’s what the unexpecting cat thought. 


Here, the naughty skunk decided to… Display himself. 


        “Ahhh ze open air feels like a million morning kisses on the body, does it not?” 


        “Yea-”


Before he could finish, Sylvester’s poor nose couldn’t catch a break as he smelled the over ripe and exposed slab of meat between the skunk’s legs. As thick as an arm with the foreskin pulled back, exposing a grody, fat apple red and sized tip. Dick cheese covered the tip along with strands of hair. The cat never noticed due to the stink but the skunk packed away one hell of a hot dog between his legs. Or more like french sausage. The twisted smell of pent up sex, musk and unwashed filth nealy made him gag.


        “Oh my dear you’re so right! Do accept your love's excuse for the Faux pas!” In his stunned state, Pepe came closer, whispering into the pained cats ear. “Let us save the sweet nothings of love back home, where we may express our love for one another!”


Like a flash of lightening, the two of them were gone, leaving nothing but trails of smoke and in Le Pew’s case, a scent trail.


When they came home, the skunk was displaying his pride to the haunted cat. Easily reaching between seven to nine inches in length, he certainly packed away a monster. Not to mention the massive low hangers that swung like church bells in his homeland, slapping his big fuzzy thighs, signaling he’s about to find out what's inside. 


 He threw the scaredy cat onto the bed and before he could get up, he was pinned down and assaulted. He fought as hard as he could. He elbowed, punched and even bit his “lover” but all it did was rev up the skunks long since held back sex drive. The natural oils of his body acting as lube, he violated the unready tuxedo cat. He groan as he slowly humped away before settling into a rhythm that was like the sweet songs of venice to his ears 


The two grunted. Sylvester with the occasional moan while pepe fucked his lover to the beat of his fat nuts slapping the soft, unwelcombg home with all his might. Deep and slow, he worked his hips side to side, bouncin around in a display of affection like a skunk warning anyone behind of what could happen. Or even inviting…


        “My love…! Stop resisting!” In one particularly nasty thrust, He let out a rather harsh hump, impacting Sylvester's guts with his fat log. As if trying to force the still fighting pussy to comply and enjoy himself. “You cute, slippy little thing…!!” He nuzzled the top of Sylver's head, breathing in the remaining musk of feline femminity still there, just barely surviving after being overpowered by his skunk musk. “Accept my love!!!” He snarled.


Over and over, the cat could only take it. He tried to resist but the fierce skunk knew how to fuck. He’s scratched, pulsed and ground his length into his prostate. Turning the fighting cat into a weakening kitten with his fuck stick. His ass made an assortment of lewd sounds, forced to take something it wasn’t used to but hating every moment that made his own spikey dick shake and dribble.


They both clawed at the bed.


Pepe Le Pew breathed down the cats neck, a knowing smile on his face as his balls readied the potent love seed that’s been stewing in wait for god knows how long. As his balls grew tighter, the skunk released more of his potent aroma, making the cats eyes water as he breathed in the sickening mixture of sexual excitement, musk and the hot breath so close to his face. 


        “Être excité! Être excité!! OH MY LOVE~!!!”


        “P-pweeze…! Slow it down a bit!” Sylvester huffed as he came, spraying the bed with his naughty load. His head felt fuzzy and blurry as he deposited the wasted load on the bed, unable to do anything besides having the cum fucked out of him.


His begging fell on def ears as the skunk’s hisp became a blur. He came to a sudden stop as he heaved a heavy sigh, followed by a deeply satisfied creepy laugh into his ear. At this moment, the most noxious, pungent male scent hit the cat's nose. He knew what it was. He could feel it. Being pumped into his guts, coating and sticking to his anal cavity while the two grunted, trying to finish up their respective climaxes. Sylvester felt and heard his stomach groan and butt chug the sticky fluids as the cuddling skunk didn’t want to let go yet.


        “My sweet. Mmmh kiss.. Mmmh kiss… Mmmmhh kiss..”


Sylvester couldn’t run. He couldn’t hide.


All he could do was deal with the pungent, sticky surprise.


The life of a skunks bottom bitch thanks to one stupid tweety bird.