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Watching Daffy struggle with the stuck zipper on his Duck Dodgers suit gives him a case of the fits and after the first giggle bubbles past his lips, it’s a hopeless cause to try to contain them.
Daffy frowns at him severely. “See! I knew this was a dumb idea!” He says.
Without another thought, he pivots on his foot and walks out the bedroom door.
“Daff, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh! Come back!” Bugs tries to crawl on his knees but gets tripped up on his duvet. He hears the front door slam shut and with a sigh, he flops back onto his plush bedsheets. He spends a few minutes staring at the smattering of glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceiling.
“Siri, call Lola Bunny.”
When Lola walks into the bedroom and sees his circumstances, she laughs.
“What happened?” She giggles. She’s quick to start untying the rope from his wrists. He’s been lying here for a good thirty minutes waiting for her and it was beginning to chafe.
He sighs. “I couldn’t stop gigglin’ durin’ our scene, so he left in a huff.”
Lola clicks her teeth. “Oh, bun. You probably made him feel real lousy.”
He sighs so hard that his shoulders shift with his breath. “Yeah…” The rope comes free and he rubs the irritated skin. “He’s just so sensitive...”
“How do you mean?”
“He thinks bein’ an Alpha means walkin’ around with muscles bigger than his brain, flexin’ at other Alphas and havin’ a cock the size of Big Ben…”
“Well…I mean, he’s not wrong, is he?”
Bugs snorts. “...I’m gonna tell Tina you said that.”
Lola chuckles. “Let’s be honest, for all of Daffy’s ego and bravado, he’s not the most… hypermasculine Alpha. He’s small, and cowardly, and selfish, and–”
“...Thank you, Lola.”
“Sorry.” She says sheepishly. Bugs flops back onto his bed and grabs the nearest pillow to squeeze. It's a pillow pet in the shape of a fox. Tom bought it for him for their last “friend-iversary” which Tom says is silly but he humors Bugs every year anyway.
“I like that he ain’t like them other Alphas. I’ve told him that before but he don’t believe me.” He sighs once more. “...you wanna go get some Cuban sandwiches from that one place downtown?”
“Sure, I’m game.”
He knocks on Daffy’s door just as the sun begins to set behind the horizon. When Daffy opens the door, his energy is cautious and aloof.
“Hey. I brought you some cookies from that bakery you like downtown. As an apology for laughin’ earlier.” He says softly. He offers the plastic bag holding the styrofoam container to Daffy. Daffy’s hesitant to accept it.
“Yeah, about that. I’ve been thinking…” He says. Alarm bells start ringing in Bugs’ head. “I think you’re a wonderful Omega. Really, there’s no mistaking why every Alpha is falling over themselves to be with you…”
He feels a ‘but’ coming. His heart starts racing in his chest and adrenaline pumps through his veins.
“...but, I just can’t be your ball and chain. You should be with a better Alpha. Better than me anyway…”
Bugs sighs. “Come on, Daff. Not this again…”
Daffy looks away from Bugs to stare at the bottom of the door frame. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “It’ll be better this way. You’ll see.”
Inside, he’s kicking and screaming in protest. He hates to lose as a principal, and it's a thousand times worse when it's something he wants more than anything. It causes him physical pain, makes his stomach twist in knots and gives him chest aches. He can feel the backs of his eyes growing hot with brewing tears. He nibbles his lip self-consciously.
“I can’t change your mind?”
“I…I really think this is best.”
It feels like his heart shatters into a million pieces. The rejection makes his stomach roll like he’s going to vomit all over the stoop.
“Okay…if that’s whatcha want…”
Daffy nods his head. “I’ll see you at work.” He shuts the door. Bugs gets in his car and feels numb.
He’s late to work the next day. His emotions must be written all over his face no matter how hard he tries to keep them under lock because everyone avoids him. He can feel his pre-heat prickling under his skin, and it’s creating a volatile cocktail when mixed with the acerbic feeling of sadness and anger broiling in his tummy.
The rest of the day passes by in a blur. He finds himself struggling to focus on anything for any length of time. The only thing he can think about is cock, and how he doesn’t have an Alpha anymore. A heavy weight settles in the cradle of his hips, an empty ache that tells him his heat is on the way.
When he gets home, he takes a shower, scrubs his body, and throws his closet open to make a plan of attack for tonight. He’s upset, he’s heartbroken, and he’s fueled by a vindictive sense of spite. He doesn’t want another Alpha, he wants his duck, but if that’s not an option, then he’ll go out in something hot and skimpy and find an Alpha who wants him.
He drags his hand along the clothes hanging in his closet, looking for that perfect piece. He sees her sitting in the back. A black fold-over top with long sleeves and an off-shoulder design. The top is cropped just before his belly button, so he draws attention to it by way of a belly button ring, gold metal with pink butterflies. He matches the top with a black miniskirt so short, he’ll flash everyone when he sits at the bar. A black chunky belt around the waistline of the skirt, and a black purse accessorize the ensemble. He throws on a wavy blonde wig and some jewelry before tugging on a pair of black knee-high boots and heading out the door.
The club is busy when he arrives. There are toons from every genre and every decade strutting around the room and tearing up the dance floor.
He heads to the bar and orders a glass of whiskey, neat. He waits. It’s only a matter of time before somebody catches his scent in this throng of bodies and approaches him.
As soon as his glass is empty, he’s presented with a fresh one. It took no time at all. He takes the drink in his hand as his partner sits down.
“Cheers, José.” He says, taking a swig.
“Looking for a night on the town, eh?”
“I’m definitely looking for something…”
“Well, maybe I can be of service.”
“Maybe you can…”
José’s car has a surprisingly spacious back seat which is perfect for what Bugs needs. He rides the parrot hard and fast and finally, finally , it feels like his inner Omega has stopped crying and whining for Daffy for more than a few seconds today. He’s stretched around a fat knot, and he relishes the silence for as long as he has it.
The next morning, José sends him a bouquet full of red roses in a beautiful glass vase. He can’t help but preen at the sight.
After that night, it’s like the floodgates open. He entertains suitors during his lunch breaks in his trailer and during any other available occasion. His Omega is fiendishly hungry, almost insatiable in its desperate need for attention. He struggles to keep up with its appetite.
Tony dwarfs him. He’s all broad shoulders and a booming voice wrapped in bright orange fur and deep black tiger stripes and he holds Bugs down against the couch in his trailer and pounds his pussy like a fleshlight until Bugs taps out. Bugs doesn’t even usher him out when he leaves, he can’t because his legs have become noodles. He just waves goodbye as the tiger walks out the door.
When the silence settles, Bugs is left with an all-encompassing sense of loneliness. An emptiness that he can’t manage to fill. He lies back against his couch and doesn’t think, or move, or do anything.
An intern delivers his new script when Lola flounces into his trailer, shuts the door, and locks it. He peers past the rim of his reading glasses to look at her.
“Eh, can I help you?”
“You’re really not taking this break-up very well, bun.” She says.
Bugs snorts a derisive laugh. “Gee, thanks Lo’.”
“I’m serious.” She sheds her windbreaker and tosses it onto the vanity table. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you, you know. Because I love you.” She sits next to him on the couch, her warm plush body pressed against his. She smells sweet like she always does. It provides Bugs with a feeling of comfort.
“Well, at least somebody does…” He mutters behind his script. She snatches the packet from his hands and chucks it away.
“Oh, bun-bun, come here…” Lola says. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him close. He wouldn’t do this with anybody else, but Lola is different. She comes from a place of understanding, not pity. She never makes him feel small and stupid, she’s always been a safe space to land.
He’s squished against her plush bosom and can feel her steady heartbeat. Wrapped in her tender embrace, he lets himself crumble. The tears come slowly and fall onto Lola like a sprinkling rain. He sniffles into her chest and curls up like a child.
“I’m sick’a everyone bein’ intimidated by me. All any’a these Alphas see is Bugs Bunny . I ain’t ever had one stick around without tryin’ to control me or use me. Most of ‘em run for the hills.”
Lola strokes his head and massages the base of his ears. It makes him sleepy.
“I’d like to find a mate eventually. But don’t nobody want me…why don’t nobody want me?” He wipes his snotty nose. “Maybe I’m too assertive. I should be more reserved.”
“ No, ” Lola says firmly. She stiffens and her arms squeeze him tighter. “Don’t you dare change. So what if these Alphas don’t like it? You make more money than they do. You enjoy sex like they do. You’re cocky and sometimes overconfident, but you’ve got a heart of gold. I wouldn’t trade you for any of them.”
“But Lola…what am I supposed to do?”
She sighs. “I…I don’t know, bun. Alphas can be really dumb.”
“Even Tina?” He smirks. Lola giggles.
“Yeah, even Tina, sometimes.” She squeezes him even closer. “You’ll find a mate. I know you will. Daffy’s just being daffy. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
He feels dozy squished against her. He snuggles in close and yawns.
“Yeah, but I want him more than anything…” He mumbles. He doesn’t know if she hears him or if he makes an intelligible sense. He lets her scent and her embrace lull him to sleep.
He blinks hazily awake; Lola is holding a paper cup full of something hot in front of his nose.
“Here.” She says. He takes the cup and sips the hot liquid. It’s a spiced apple cider.
“How many Alphas are there?” He says, his voice croaking.
“Too many. I didn’t count them.”
He sighs. He feels like that’s just become his default state, perpetual sighing. He sits up and his back pops and cracks obnoxiously. “Time to go back to work.”
Alphas have surrounded his trailer, sniffing like dogs drooling for a slab of juicy steak. That's exactly how they make Bugs feel, like fresh meat whose only purpose is to be consumed. All of their heads whip around at the click click click of Bugs’ heels as he descends the trailer’s steps with Lola behind him. He’s immediately bombarded with jewelry, chocolates, teddy bears, and anything else that these Alphas can think of as an offering to court him.
The Alphas have noticed that Daffy’s scent has faded, so they are relentless in their pursuit. He chokes down his irritation and smiles at their smitten, lovesick faces.
“Hello Alphas. I’d love to stay and chat but I’m a very busy man. Make way for Lola, please.” He tries to push them aside and allow Lola to squeeze past the hoard. He can hear the mindless chatter of compliments coming from the Alphas. He tunes them out.
There are pizzas at the catering tables. Bugs reaches for a slice of the meat lover’s and his mouth waters as he watches the cheese stretch long before it snaps and the slice hits his paper plate. It’s scalding hot. He burns his tongue on the first bite but soldiers through the pain for the sake of filling his stomach.
“Glad to see you don’t smell like the duck no more. Why, he wasn’t good enough for you anyway.”
Foghorn’s booming voice is impossible to ignore even over all the other Alphas. Bugs doesn’t respond, he continues to focus on this delicious slice of pizza. It doesn’t matter if he speaks or not, Foggy’ll keep talking on his own.
“We’ve all seen what the boy’s offerin’ and none of us were all that impressed,” Foghorn says with a scoff. Bugs’ ears perk up and he hastily swallows his bite.
“I knew it! You do pick on him!” Bugs snaps.
“Well now, I wouldn’t say we pick on the little guy–”
“As if any of you have room to talk. Foggy, you start blowin’ your load as soon as an Omega even looks at’cha. There ain’t nothin’ impressive about that.”
“Well now–”
“I learned my lesson once. Hearin’ you talk dirty to yourself during sex ain’t an experience I’m tryin’ to recreate.
“You make it sound like you didn’t enjoy it,” Foghorn says incredulously. The other Alphas chuckle at Foghorn’s expense. Bugs blinks at him and decides not to deem that dumbass statement with a response. He scoffs.
“All that thick, veiny cock and you don’t even know how to use it. See if I ever let you touch me again…Who are you to make fun of Daffy anyway? Last I checked, you weren’t makin’ millions for the studio. If Porky and Daffy hadn’t put in all that work, you wouldn’t have been inked. You oughta show him some respect. Where do you guys get off on picking on an Alpha that outranks you?” Bugs turns his back to the group and lifts the lid to the pizza box for a fresh slice.
“How’s about you Alphas make yourselves useful and get me a Coke. Can’t have pizza without a cold bottle of soda…”
The hoard scatters in an attempt to make Bugs happy, except for Foghorn. He hangs back and looks at Bugs tenderly.
“Oh, I see now. The little guy has your heart, don’t he? Lucky sonavabitch.” He looks reserved by the information, which is an expression Bugs has never seen on the rooster’s face before and it’s kind of unsettling. “I’ll have to talk some sense into him if you’ll still have him. The guy may be crackers but I didn’t think he was dumb enough to let you go. Has the best Omega in the city in his bed and he fritters the opportunity away. Damn shame. Why, if you were my Omega, I’d–”
Bugs tunes Foghorn out as he continues to talk the paint of the walls.
“Goodbye, Foggy…” He throws over his shoulder. He leaves Foghorn standing at the catering tables to finish up his final rehearsals before shooting his next cartoon.
As soon as his invitation to Toontown’s Annual Halloween party arrives in his mailbox, he starts digging around in his costume trunk for something to wear. He tosses his old Playboy bunny costume over his shoulder without a second glance and looks for something else. Or, at least, he intends to look for something else, but he can’t get the costume out of the back of his mind. It’s so cliche, Bugs Bunny dressing like a bunny, and yet, it’s so cute! Sometimes, the easiest choice is the most effective. And, well…he’s single again, so…
He’s standing at the buffet table. Gaston swaggers over toward Bugs, dressed in a cheap Tarzan costume. Bugs focuses on pouring himself a glass of punch from the punch bowl.
“You know. I’ve never been to bed with a rabbit before.” He says.
Bugs blinks blankly at the blood-red juice swishing around in the bowl. “You don’t say?”
“Personally, I’ve always wanted a big family. I dream about having lots of little tikes running around, the product of my impressive seed. Having a rabbit Omega for a wife sounds like a dream come true.” He says. He towers over Bugs and invades his personal space. Bugs hears the punch glass in his hand squeak when he squeezes his fist involuntarily. He grins toothily.
“Well, big guy, you need to keep dreaming.” Bugs says. He pats Gaston’s cheek condescendingly; Gaston smiles like Bugs told him a rib-tickling joke.
“An Omega as beautiful as you deserves a strong and virile Alpha to match. Lucky for you, I am single.”
Bugs sneers and squeezes his glass until it suddenly shatters in his fist. Punch dribbles down his arm and stains his white glove. Some toons in the nearby vicinity flinch in shock and concern, and the air goes silent.
“I have had it with Alphas tellin’ me what I deserve! I don’t need you to tell me what’s good for me! I know what’s good for me!” He shouts. Everyone is looking over at them, including Daffy, who Bugs actively avoids making eye contact with. “You want in my panties? Then make me laugh. Tell me a joke.” Bugs challenges Gaston with a pointed finger against the Alpha’s chest. Gaston chuckles, but then looks at Bugs with a furrowed brow.
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack, muscles. You want me? You want my fame, my money, to pump me full of brats and have me barefoot and pregnant, ready and willing to drop everything and suck your cock whenever you want? Then entertain me…”
“You mean that outfit isn’t doing a good enough job?” He hears Daffy mutter. He steadfastly disregards him and focuses on the bumbling Alpha in front of him.
“...I wasn’t really written for comedy,” Gaston says.
“Did I ask?”
He looks taken aback like he didn’t expect Bugs to have the audacity to order him to do anything. He glances around the room at all the toons that have turned to witness this. His face flushes red.
“Now, listen here, Omega–” Bugs doesn’t hear the rest of the words coming out of Gaston’s mouth. He starts seeing red, growling in anger. He reaches into his hammerspace for something to bash Gaston over the head with but he’s pulled away from Gaston before he can smash him.
“Alright, alright. Go easy on the kid. I mean, he showed up dressed like that after all, his life is hard enough.” Daffy says. He puts his body in between Bugs and Gaston, but seeing him does nothing for Bugs’ temper.
“I ain’t talkin’ to you.” He sneers.
“No need to make a scene…”
“I’ll make a scene if I want. I’m sick’a you Alphas tellin’ me what to do.”
“How about I take you home?” Daffy says, nudging Bugs toward the exit.
“I don’t need an escort. I can get home just fine.”
“Except you and I both know that you have a lead foot when you’re sore. I’ll drive you.”
Daffy grabs him by the elbow and ushers him out the door. Bugs’ eyes grow hot with angry tears.
“I ain’t ever been so infuriated by another person in all my life. I’m so mad at you, I could spit fire.”
“Me!? What did I do!?”
“I wouldn’t haveta fend off Alphas like Gaston if it wasn’t for you gettin’ cold feet. I should be prancin’ around with a mating bite right now, but you’ve always been selfish.”
Daffy whips around and looks at him with wide, incredulous eyes. “Selfish!? Are you kidding!? This whole time, I’ve only been thinking about you!”
Bugs snatches his arm away. The tears start to fall and that only enrages him more.
“No, you ain’t been thinkin’ about me at all! You don’t get to tell people what they deserve. I gotta right to make my own choices, good or bad. You don’t get to make ‘em for me.” Daffy opens his mouth to speak, but Bugs bulldozes over him. “You’re only thinkin’ about yourself. How bein’ with me makes you feel.” The fur of his cheeks is sticking to his skin, damp with the tears streaking down his face. He feels like a shaken bottle of soda pop that’s finally popped. “All you Alphas only care about how bein’ with me will make you feel. None of you care about how I feel…”
“...Er, well. How do you feel?”
“Miserable! Bein’ apart has made me miserable. I miss you, don’t you get that? Daff, I love you to bits, ain’t that good enough?”
He wipes away his tears and waits for Daffy to respond. He seems to be at a loss for words and at this point, Bugs doesn’t have the energy to wait for him to keep up.
“I’m goin’ home. You’re not takin’ me neither.” He sniffles. He shoulders past Daffy and heads for his car. He just wants to be alone for a little while, away from dumb Alphas who think they know everything.
As soon as he gets home, he turns his cell phone off and tosses it away into the thick of his bed amongst the massive blankets and pillows, where he’ll have to dig to find it again. His thigh-high stiletto boots are the next to go. He chucks them into the depths of his closet and they thud against the rest of his shoes. He sits on the floor and stews grumpily.
He hates crying.
Wearing his heart on the outside feels as painful as it sounds.
He discards his gloves and his collar and bowtie piece. The bodysuit slips from his body easily and he kicks it away with more force than is strictly necessary.
His Daffy Duck body pillow waits for him on the bed. When he saw it online, he laughed himself hoarse. Why would anybody want a Daffy Duck body pillow? After the chuckles stopped, he ordered one of the pillowcases for himself so he could sleep with it at night. It’s incredibly absurd and of course, it doesn’t smell like Daffy, but he likes having something to snuggle with when he’s lonely. And right now, he feels lonelier than ever before.
He comes into work feeling groggy and he’s pissed that it isn’t because he’s hungover. His eyes were so swollen this morning from crying that he had to pull out all the tricks to make the swelling go down. There’s nothing concealer and a smokey eye can’t fix.
He asks an assistant to get him a strong cup of coffee before he shuffles over to the catering tables on the hunt for breakfast. He sees Daffy walk over to him. He gives him the cold shoulder.
“Did you mean it?” Daffy asks. He sighs, feeling beleaguered.
“ Yes , Daffy.”
“And you don’t mind that I’m–”
“ No , Daffy.”
“Okay. Okay.” Daffy scratches the back of his head and thinks. Then, he says, “So, dinner tonight? I’ll bring something to your place…”
The part of him that’s vindictive and spiteful wants to say no, in fact, it wants to say hell no and fuck you in that order, but his inner Omega gets excited at the idea that Alpha wants them again and that’s what wins.
“Alright, Daff. I’ll give you a second chance.”
“Great,” Daffy says and he looks so relieved and boyishly charming that it warms Bugs’ frosty heart.
He’s a fool, he knows, but he can’t help it. As soon as he gets home, he runs a bath with mountains of bubbles and scrubs his body clean from head to toe. His toes are already painted a deep shade of orange, so he browses his closet for a sexy little dress to match.
One of the first wigs he sees when he walks into his wig closet is one with straight bangs and loose black curls that reach the middle of his back and he knows she’s the perfect choice.
He’s putting the finishing touches on his makeup when the doorbell rings.
Bugs rushes down the stairs, then catches himself and slows down to a sensual saunter. He opens the door; Daffy’s standing on the stoop and he’s wearing a bowtie and he brought dinner. Bugs feels flutters in his tummy.
“Hi.” He says.
“Hey,” Daffy says.
They stand and stare at each other and it’s slightly awkward. Daffy glances down at his hands and remembers that he’s carrying a bag full of food.
“Oh! I brought dinner…” He says. Bugs can’t help it. He starts laughing.
“Come inside, silly.” He says.
The table is already set because Bugs needed something to do with his hands while he waited, otherwise he was going to drive himself crazy.
“So, it’s nothing fancy. I made tomato soup and some big fancy grilled cheese sandwiches. I hope that’s okay…”
“That’s perfect, Daff.”
The silence between them is charged, heavy with everything that needs to be said but isn’t. Bugs slurps his soup and Daffy slurps his and neither of them says anything until Daffy clears his throat.
“You look nice.” He says, looking down at the napkin he has draped over his lap.
“Thanks, Daff. I like that you dressed up for me.”
Daffy tries to glance down at his bow tie like he forgot he was even wearing it. “Oh, yeah. I just thought…you know…”
He trails off and doesn’t say anything more. Bugs nibbles his lips anxiously and waits for Daffy to finally open up to him, but after a few seconds, he grows impatient.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Daff. You left me, and–” He chokes on the words. He clears his throat self-consciously. “You left me, and it really broke my heart…” He whispers into his bowl of soup. “I adore you, you know. I’m sorry I haven’t told you that enough.”
“I just…I just don’t see why you’d want me out of everybody?”
Bugs scrubs his face in irritation, thankful for his heavy-duty setting spray to keep his makeup from smearing. “Daff. Let’s be serious. This ain’t that hard.” He sighs then takes a breath. “ I am a Looney Tune . The rest of Toontown thinks that I’m this sorta perfect, composed role model or somethin’, I dunno. What I do know is that as Warner toons, we were supposed to be different than Disney, right? Tellin’ off-color, witty jokes and pullin’ outrageous gags. Looney is literally in our name. Tell me why, on God’s green earth, you would think anythin’ about you would turn me off? Hm?”
“Well, I–”
Bugs holds his hand up and cuts Daffy off. “Save it, I already know what you’re going to say. You’re gonna sit here and try to sell me on the idea that you ain’t good enough for me. You’re obnoxious, wild, zany, self-obsessed, greedy, over-confident, blah, blah, I’ve heard it all before, from you and every other Alpha who thinks I could do better. And it’s all true, too.”
“Oh…” Daffy mutters. Bugs looks at his sulky face and feels such tenderness for him.
“I think you’re brilliant. Why wouldn’t I want the looniest toon in the business? As far as I’m concerned, nobody outranks you.”
“Oh…”
Bugs chuckles at Daffy’s simple response. “So what if everyone thinks them things are flaws? They’re what I like most about you. What do you want? Me to settle down with some boring toon? Me!? Christ alive, I’d have ‘em in the loony bin quicker than anything. I need someone who can keep up and other than you, I ain’t found nobody else.”
“...Yeah, you are pretty annoying.”
Bugs chuckles again. “All those things people say about you, they could say about me, they’re just too chicken-hearted. Except for you…you’ve always seen right through me.”
Daffy shrugs. “Who knows you better than you’re own?” He says with a sideways grin. Bugs smiles back, feeling a bit more hopeful than before.
“Please tell me this is the last time we gotta do this. I don’t wanna have this conversation a third time.”
Daffy fidgets with his napkin and his spoon, then he speaks. “I think…I have some things I need to work on…” He mutters slowly like it’s painful for him to admit. Bugs smiles affectionately.
“Yeah, but I’ll help you work through it. I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”
“So, you’ll still have me?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Life’s been real boring without you around.”
Bugs feels relieved, and like a weight has been removed from his shoulders. It feels a bit like they’re starting over at square one, but he’ll take it so long as he can keep his duck, flaws and all.
“How about some wine?” Bugs offers. He stands from the table and heads for his wine selection to pick something they can enjoy.
A great thunderstorm sweeps into Toontown out of the blue. Lightning cracks along the sky and raindrops pelt the windows, sounding as big as rocks against the glass. The power goes out, leaving Bugs sitting in darkness, blinking at the television and wishing it would come back on so he can finish watching Jennifer’s Body . He shudders.
He’s always hated thunderstorms. He’s not sure why, but they give him the willies, and being a few days into his heat doesn’t help. He’s always much more anxious during his heats.
He curls up under the blankets and flinches at another booming crack of thunder and lightning.
“Alpha…” He whispers with a whimper. Shivers roll up and down his spine, as the rain only grows more severe. A chill descends onto the room. He shimmies closer to Daffy, pressing in as close as possible. His body vibrates with every snore that rattles Daffy’s body, almost as loud as the thunder outside.
Another crack of lightning, one that lights up the room as it passes by the window. The thunder that follows feels like it shakes the foundations of the house.
“Alpha.” He whines. He feels embarrassed by his tearful reaction to a little weather.
More thunder, more lightning, more shivers. He grabs Daffy’s shoulder in a clenching grasp.
“Daffy! Wake up!”
Daffy snores obnoxiously loud and rolls onto his stomach. His tail wags and his feet twitch and kick like he’s dreaming about dabbling in a pond. Bugs pouts.
Aw, he’s so sweet. What kinda guy would Bugs be if he ruined his Alpha’s peaceful sleep?
He reaches for a pillow and swings it.
“Daffy!”
Daffy snorts himself awake. He rises frantically, looking bleary-eyed and confused.
“What happened?” He slurs.
“Christ, you sleep like the dead…” Bugs mutters. “I’ve been callin’ for you.”
“What? Why?”
Lightning cracks again, followed by the thunder. The rain is hail-like against the roof. Bugs flinches and then feels overcome with embarrassment so sour, it makes his stomach turn.
“That’s why…” He murmurs. The wind picks up and the windows rattle. Bugs tightens his robe around his body and shuffles under the blankets.
“Oh…I see now.” Daffy says. He wriggles underneath the blankets and pulls Bugs in against his chest. “Just a little rain. No big deal.”
“Right. No big deal…”
He trembles in Daffy’s arms. He tries to focus on the steady beating of Daffy’s heart and his easy breathing, but then, more thunder will sound and he’ll flinch.
“It’s alright, Omega. A little rain won’t hurt you.” Daffy mutters. He runs his hand over Bugs’ chest and torso in comforting strokes. Bugs tries to focus on the sensation and allow the white noise of the rain to ease his mind.
Lightning cracks outside the window twice in rapid succession and the thunder is so raucous that it feels like the whole house will fall apart like gingerbread. He quivers and clenches his eyes shut tightly.
Daffy’s hand slowly drifts to pet between Bugs’ legs, brushing over his soft cock and grasping the head with his fingers. He pets his little cock with small strokes, running his head along the ridge of the mushroom tip and over the slit at the top.
Bugs grows hot from within his plush robe. His cunt moistens at the attention and he plumps up in Daffy’s hand.
“Relax, I’ll take care of you.” Daffy croons into Bugs’ shoulder. He rolls Bugs’ cock in his palm and strokes him. His other hand shimmies around to rub caressing finger pads along Bugs’ outer lips, getting wet with Bugs’ slick.
Bugs moans and tries to spread his legs while lying on his side.
“That’s it, just relax. No bad thunderstorms in here.”
“Mmm, Alpha…”
“Good boy.”
Tingles race down Bugs’ spine. Hearing Daffy call him a good boy pleases his inner Omega something fierce.
The rain outside becomes background noise. He nudges his hips into Daffy’s hand as Daffy rubs and strokes him. He pushes a finger inside his cunt and thrust to loosen up his walls. Being fingered isn’t his favorite thing. It’s pokey and unsatisfying even when he does it to himself. For him, it’s always just a means to an end, and sometimes a necessary evil.
He opens his legs more to give Daffy room to work with. Daffy inserts another finger and pushes them apart to stretch Bugs out.
The best thing about sleeping with one person monogomously is learning about their body. Daffy touches him with a confidence that only comes from experience. Bugs reaches back to find his Alpha’s cock. Daffy’s flagging at half-mast from behind him.
He wraps his fingers around him and strokes him as best he can from this weird angle.
“Inside. Please?” Bugs says.
“Okay…but only because you asked so nicely.”
Daffy pushes his hips flush to Bugs’ ass and Bugs helps to guide his cock toward his cunt. Daffy slides his fingers out and replaces them with his hard cock. He pushes into Bugs with minute thrusts, easing his length into Bugs’ snug walls. Bugs is loosened up from arousal and from being fingered open, so Daffy’s cock has an easy glide inside. Daffy thrusts until he reaches the knot and then stops. He continues to stroke Bugs’ cock in a casual caress, catching the precum weeping from the slit and running his thumb along the head and the bumpy ridge.
Daffy doesn’t thrust his hips. He stays still, pressed firmly deep inside of Bugs, and strokes Bugs off. Bugs moans every time his cunt clamps down on Daffy’s cock, he feels full and Daffy’s pressing against his G-spot, making Bugs’ cock throb.
Daffy strokes him at a steady tempo, not once picking up speed or rushing to make Bugs cum. Bugs can’t contain the way his hips thrust and swivel. The slight movements stimulate his G-spot and press Daffy against the sensitive skin of his cervix in a way that feels amazing.
Daffy’s unoccupied hand shifts up his body to gently roll Bugs’ nipple between his fingertips. He twists and pulls the bud and it hardens with the attention.
“Oh my God…” Bugs whimpers. He’s starting to feel a bit overwhelmed with stimulation coming from every direction. He reaches back and wraps his legs around Daffy’s in an attempt to keep himself grounded.
“That’s it, just relax. Let go for your Alpha.”
Hearing Daffy talk like that makes his cunt clench and quiver. Daffy works him over steadily, and it’s like being overtaken by ocean waves, a rolling sensation that swells and swells until it finally crests and he cums. It’s not an intense orgasm with steel trap jaws akin to a pit bull. It flows over him easily and floods his body from head to toe. Daffy strokes him through it; his cunt caresses Daffy’s cock and the sensation prolongs his orgasm.
He shivers through a few spine-tingling aftershocks and the tension from his body melts away like nothing. The rain outside feels much more peaceful now.
“Better?” Daffy asks. Bugs nods his head lazily, feeling sated and dozy. He reaches for Daffy’s hand and interlocks their fingers.
“Don’t pull out, okay? Just…stay inside…” He murmurs, already halfway to sleep. Daffy wraps his arms around Bugs and they stay close.
