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Anon E. Mus Private Eye	By : Magmos Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 14208 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any cartoon characters that may appear, nor do I claim any affiliation with their owners, nor do I own any characters associated with them. I make no money off of this fan fiction.

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I still own nothing. Not certain who owns all these characters, but it sure as hell ain’t me. All I know is, this is a Christmas special made WAY too late (Or too early depending on how you look at it.).
Also, to my newest reader DJJ, don’t worry, this is gonna be the last first person chapter I write like this. It’s been a fun experiment for me, but honestly writing like this is a hassle. I’ll be keeping Anon’s inner thoughts to narration starting from the next chapter.
As an aside, sorry if I get one of the characters in this wrong. All I had to work with were a few comics.
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I like to think I’m generally a good guy. Sure I’m sarcastic, rude, more than a little sex obsessed, but on the whole, a good guy.
But as I looked down at the blonde Toon bimbo babe currently bound and gagged with escape proof rope on my mattress, the ropes wrapped around her breasts and making them perk up from how tight they were tied while the lower half dug into her snatch, her eyes staring up at me in confusion while Jessica stood next to me, dressed in tattered silk cloth that hid nothing, stroking her now inflated clit and licking her full red lips, all I could think of was how much I was gonna enjoy wrecking this bimbo.
Okay, I SWEAR it makes better sense in context. Just let me explain a bit before you start looking at me in disgust…
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As with most things when my life goes wrong, it all started with a slow day in my office. No cases, no grievances, no spouses to follow, just me and Jessica trying to kill time in our own ways. Me, flipping through a newspaper, her, flipping through a magazine.
What? Were you expecting us to be fucking? I’m not a machine people, we don’t go at it all hours of the day. That said, there was something off about Jessica that day.
“So Jess,” I began as I folded my paper, “what’s with the coat?”
I’ve seen Jessica in many forms of dress. Her classic red getup still stands as my favorite, but she had quite the wardrobe. She’d normally go for a sexy secretary outfit most office days (tight blouse, tighter mini-skirt, stockings optional though always appreciated, even a pair of eyeglasses when the mood took her), but it wasn’t uncommon for her to opt for a sexy school girl outfit, farmer’s daughter, even a nurse and Forest Ranger outfit she managed to keep from a couple of Roger’s shorts. They all shared a common theme though. They always showed off as much of Jessica as they could get away with, be it through cleavage, showing off her legs (her second best feature in my book) and/or showing off as much skin as she could get away with.
Right now though, my second favorite sexy redhead was dressed in a massive, red and green trench coat. No skin showing, too baggy to show off her curves, I could barely even see the slightest hint of her legs. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t appealing in its own way, but to call it out of character for her was an understatement.
Jessica’s face took on a look of mock surprise as she looked at me, her visible eye widening as she puckered her lips slightly and placed a hand on her collar bone. “Why Anon, have you forgotten what holiday is coming up?”
Looking over at my calendar, I saw that it had been flipped over to December. Specifically, December 24^th.
“Damn,” I muttered as I saw the date. “And here I am making you work. Sorry Jess, feel free to leave whenever you want.”
Jessica just let out a small hmm as she stood up and started walking over to my desk. “It’s quite alright Anon. Roger’s busy shooting a new cartoon and won’t be back home till later tonight.” She got to my desk and leaned over, meeting me eye to eye, her coat actually managing to prevent me from seeing any cleavage. “I’ll go home a bit before then.”
“I see,” I said calmly as I tried to see and hint of skin under the heavy jacket. “So I take it you’re gonna spend Christmas at home then?” It took me a bit before I remembered something. “I also note you didn’t tell me what the coat is about here.”
“Impatient boy.” She purred as she stroked my cheek with her warm, ungloved hand. “The truth is, Roger and I will be together all morning tomorrow, but then he has charity work at a few children’s hospitals later that day. I’d go with him, but the parents and staff would rather I didn’t.”
Can’t say I blame em. Jessica could probably jumpstart puberty for those kids just by looking at her.
“So,” she continued, leaning closer to my face. “Provided you weren’t busy with Cindi, I thought I could come over and give you your…” she gave the jacket a small tug, showing the barest hint of skin, “present, that I happen to be wearing.”
I couldn’t help but smile a bit. Yeah, I’ve slept with her countless times, but there’s always something to women who pull things like that. So few know the joy of good ol’ anticipation these days.
“Well,” I started as I reached up and pulled her face closer to mine, “Cindi and Red are off visiting the rest of their sisters for the holidays, so my schedule is looking pretty free.”
What? You didn’t know Red and Cindi had more siblings? They do. Can’t recall most of their names for the life of me, but I know there was one who looked like a Native American woman, So White from Coal Black and de sebben dwarfs who you may know as one of the banned Toons (Poor girl. Not her fault how they designed her co-stars.), another who was basically Cindi as a chicken woman, plus a few cousins who wouldn’t make it big till sometime in the 90’s.
Did I sleep with em? Once. At another reunion. At the same time. I’m not bragging mind you, that experience nearly killed me. I swear, if Cindi wasn’t so willing to share me with Jess and Red, I’d think she was trying to burn me out on straying that day.
Jessica gave me a warm smile that made me thankful I was sitting down. That was the kind of smile that made any straight man go weak in the knees. “Well then,” she cooed as she leaned in close enough for me to feel her breath against my lips, “why don’t I give you a bit of a peek before you open up your present?” She then pushed her face forward, pressing her lips against mine in a light kiss. She started to pull back slightly only to move forward , kissing me again. This time I reached around to grab the back of her head, keeping her from moving back and allowing me to deepen the liplock as we both moaned into one another’s mouth.
Just as I was starting to try and move in my tongue, she pulled away still smiling that smile before just barely opening up the top of her coat, exposing a more than ample amount of cleavage to my eyes. Looking down my eyes widened as I saw what looked to be the barest hint of sheer cloth covering just a hint of her breasts.
Yeah, yeah, I hear you. But Mus, you see her naked all the time! Why would lingerie mean anything to you? If you don’t see the appeal in a woman, even one you know as well as I do Jessica, in sexy lingerie then you are just defective in some way I can’t comprehend. Or gay. Not judging if it’s the latter by the way, but if that’s the case why are you reading this thing?
I reached out my hand to try and open up her coat more only for Jess to close it back up and pull away wagging her finger at me like a naughty child. “No no Anon, not till Christmas afternoon.”
I gave a smirk of my own as I stood up and walked over to the curvy redhead, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. She let out a light purr as my other hand joined the first, both hands grabbing hold of her soft ass cheeks through the thick cloth.
“Well,” I began, “we still have a bit before we have to close up shop. Why don’t we see what we can do without taking our clothes off?”
Jessica started leaning in to kiss me again, her eyes shut as she sighed happily, when the jostling of my unlocked door was heard.
“Hello?” We heard a bubbly voice coming from the door, “Is this the Pee’s office?”
We quickly darted away from each other, not wanting to get caught in another compromising position. Last thing I need is some unscrupulous yahoo selling us out to the tabloids.
As the door opened, I could just about feel my eyes pop out of my head. It was a Toon lady, just as tall as Jessica, equally as curvy, and with equally as long legs, but that was where the similarities ended. She was dressed in a white, tight fitting dress with a miniskirt so short that bending over would pretty much ensure she be arrested for public indecency. Her feet were clad in white, high heeled, go go boots that went just short of her shins. Her hair was blonde and done up in a large and tall bun (At least, I THINK it was a bun. Could be it was just tall and big.). Finally, her face was nothing short of beautiful with full red lips, dimpled cheeks, large eyelashes, and piercing blue eyes that showed a friendly look that belied an intelligence that…that…
Okay, there’s no polite way to put this. The lady’s eyes were the definition of the phrase “the lights are on, but nobodies home. They were the kind of eyes that you could only find on the sort of bimbo other bimbos would call an idiot.
“Hi!” She shouted in excited glee as she walked into my office, her breasts and ass jiggling with every step. Seriously, was this woman made of Jello instead of ink? “Is this the Pee’s office?”
“The…the pees?” I stammered out as I tried to figure that out. “I’m sorry miss, but the German Toons are on floor 34.”
The blonde looked confused as she looked at me before she turned around to look at my door. “But it says pee on your door.”
Okay. Wow. This was a new one. I looked towards Jessica for help but all she had to offer was a shrug of her shoulders. With a sigh, I just opted to roll with the punches as best as possible.
“It says P.I. ma’am. For Private Investigator. Is there something you need help with?”
The woman looked confused for awhile, scratching her head as she seemed to rack her brains trying to figure out why she was here. Before I could ask her again, her face lit up in a smile. “Oh yeah! It’s important! Really important! Do you think you can help me?”
I felt a mild throbbing in my head. “That depends ma’am. What exactly is the problem?”
Her face broke out into a wide smile as she happily bounced up and down (and up and down and up and down, holy crap the bouncing.) “Oh thank you! I’ve been so worried because no one I talked to…
“MISS!” Jessica shouted, drawing all of the eyes in my office to her. “Why are you here?”
“Oh!” The bimbo exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I was just so excited to get some help! Well, my name is Annie Fanny, and I lost my wallet.”
Now, this may be lost on the current generation, but to me and Jess having THIS lady walk in was kind of a big deal. Back in the day, Playboy magazine ran a regular comic series called Little Annie Fanny, starring a braindead bimbo named…well…Annie Fanny. Basic plot was she’d run about looking sexy, get into sexy misadventures, and people try to fuck her only to fail horribly.
Of course, not being into human women, this was actually lost on us. What? I’m not into human women so I wouldn’t have had a Playboy subscription, and film Toons like Jessica generally don’t interact too much with Toons from comics. Before you ask, no, it’s not a conscious thing, Comic and Film Toons just didn’t overlap much for a LONG ass time, so they didn’t have much to do with one another.
Anyway, at Annie’s revelation, both Jessica and I could only stare at the bimbo for a few moments as we collected our thoughts.
“Your wallet?” I asked.
“Yep!” Annie said with a happy smile. “It’s white with pink on the edges, and has my name on it in black thread!”
“Your wallet.” Jessica said. “Not…trailing a lover you think is cheating on you, finding a missing co star, just your wallet?”
At Annie’s rapid nodding (and again with the bouncing, I swear I think her ass is jiggling too.) I chimed in.
“Miss, while I appreciate the job offer isn’t this something that you should take to the police?”
“Oh, I did, but they were no help at all.” The blonde pouted. “Most of the officers just kept staring at me like I had something on my face, and the ones that didn’t just wanted to frisk me!”
“Huh?” Jess and I said in unison.
“Yeah! They said I might be carrying something dangerous so they just started grabbing my boobs like this!” With that, she reached up and grabbed hold of her bouncing melons, squeezing them with the cloth covered tit flesh spilling out from between her fingers as she also rotated her hands, molding them like dough before pinching at her rapidly hardening nipples before just as suddenly letting them go.
“Then they started grabbing my butt like this!” She then turned her back on us and started squeezing and rubbing her ample, heart shaped ass in much the same way she had her tits, complete with cloth covered ass flesh all but pouring out from between her fingers as she groped herself.
Not gonna lie, my pants were feeling a LOT tighter from this show, and looking over I could see Jessica wasn’t faring much better, sitting and squirming as she stared at the oblivious Toon’s display.
“Alright miss, alright, we get it.” I said, hoping to end the show before I’d be stuck in my seat till I calmed down. In all honesty though, her story didn’t make sense to me. The police force in Toon Town were mostly Weasels, true, and while they would relish a chance to grope and harass a particularly sexy suspect, they wouldn’t dare do that to someone bringing a case to them. (Not out of professional standards mind, they just know that a political shitshow would hit em like a ton of bricks if they did, and after what the Toon Patrol was found to be doing they know they’re on thin ice.)
Still, not like I had anything else going on today, and it’s not like I had anywhere to be. I stood up from my chair and held out my hand for a shake.
“Well ma’am, I’ll take the…”
“EEEE!” Annie screamed in joy as she grabbed my head and pulled me into her chest, burying my face into her more than bountiful bosom.
“MMMPH!” I screamed into the bouncing Toon Tits as I tried to pull away. Yeah, I hear it already. Pull away? Why? Because I couldn’t freaking breath! Her melons were blocking off any air I could get!
Thankfully, Jessica was able to pry us apart, leaving me gasping for breath as Annie bounced in joy in every way that she could.
“Thank you both so much!” She cheered. “Leapin Lizards, I was afraid that I was never gonna see my wallet again!”
As I caught my breath and Jessica watched Annie nearly bouncing off the walls, the redhead decided to ask me something.
“Say, Anon,” Jessica began, her gaze not tearing away from Annie, “think I could come along with you on this?”
As I looked at Jess’ face, I saw a kind of hunger there that I hadn’t seen since the last time we had Cindi for a three way. (What? You thought we were only gonna do that once? Hell, Cindi’s the one to recommend that more often than not. Girl loves making a sandwich if you get what I mean.)
“Um, Jess,” I said, “are you sure you want in on this? I mean, you have your plans with Roger tomorrow, and I don’t know how long this would take.”
The red bombshell just waved me off. “It’ll be fine Anon, it’s just a missing wallet, how long could this take?”
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Turns out, a long ass time. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Being that the good Miss Fanny was certain her wallet had been lost, not stolen, we opted to retrace her steps for the day, starting at her home.
“Oh dear god, my eyes!” I screamed in pain.
Her very, VERY pink home.
Everywhere I looked, everything was some shade of pink or another, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the windows were stained pinks. The only things that weren’t pink were various rabbit looking logos plastered everywhere in either black or white depending on how dark the shade of pink there was, and an odd amount of stuffed bunny toys.
“Well…” Jessica started with her visible eye wide in shock, “it’s good to have a theme I guess.”
“Thanks!” Annie’s bubbly voice came from the inside of her room. “My bosses said it would be good for advertising!”
So, you may be asking why we were at Annie Fanny’s place of residence. Fun fact about Toon Town, while it’s not uncommon to be pickpocketed here, it actually is uncommon for said pickpocketers to take and keep your wallet or anything more than the cash in it. Weird kind of standards, but that’s the way Toons are.
So, knowing this, the most likely possibility was that the bouncy blonde had lost or dropped her wallet at some point in her day. Thus the best idea would be to retrace her steps through the day, hence our being in this pink eyesore.
As I slowly regained my eyesight, the door Annie was behind opened up, revealing just what she had been up to. The blonde had switched from her tight fitting white dress to a negligee that was…I want to say sheer, but honestly transparent would probably be more accurate. That thing left everything on display, from her massive tits topped off with bright pink nipples, to a rather well trimmed bush that just barely covered up her snatch. She then performed a small spin, showing off an ass that looked to be more plush than anything.
I didn’t need to look to know that Jessica had to be drooling a little bit at the sight, hell I know I felt some saliva going down my jaw, but we had a job to do. Shaking my head to sort out my wiring, I did my best to look Annie right in the eye.
“Miss,” I started as patiently as I could, “why are you wearing that?”
Annie looked confused as she explained. “Well, you said you wanted to retrace my steps, so I wanted to start when I woke up this morning, and I always wear this when I go to bed.” She then gestured the two of us into her room.
Inside was more of the same. Pink, pink, and more pink, with the only variation coming from the various knick-knacks around the room. There were various bits of paint and makeup, more bits and bobs with that rabbit head on them, but what really stood out were the photographs.
Annie was in all of them, but she was never alone. Most involved her and another, rather attractive Toon Hippy woman in a number of places and dress, but there were others of her and various men (both Toon and Human) all of whom seemed to be trying to grab a breast or an ass cheek on the Blonde Toon. The only one who seemed to be successful though was one of a human gentleman in a red silk smoker robe who had Annie, herself wearing a white one piece swimsuit with a bunny tail on its backside and a pair of rabbit ears on her head, lounging in his lap and looking pleased as punch to be there.
I don’t know why, but for some reason that man in the jacket made me want to salute him.
In the center of the room was a VERY large white bed in the shape of that rabbit head, and sprawled out of it was Annie, looking as though she were ready for someone to hop on and tear that lingerie off of her. Her legs were spread out like an eagle leaving her mound open and vulnerable, her breasts were heaving with every breath as her eyes took on a smoldering heavy lidded look.
“Um…Miss Fanny, what are you doing?” I asked with trepidation and no small amount of hope as I tried to adjust my pants to keep my erection from becoming noticeable.
Annie yawned a big yawn as she snuggled down into the bed. “You said we needed to retrace my steps, and my day started here waking up in….my…” If she had anything else to say, it was cut off by a series of light snores as the blonde bimbo fell asleep on her bed.
Jessica and I just stared in no small amount of disbelief as the flighty woman before us fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the two people in her room.
“Okay, Jess,” I began as I massaged my head, “You know more than I do on Toons in the industry, is this normal?”
“Not even.” Jessica said as she walked over to the bead sleeping bimbo was on. “I mean, airhead Toons are a dime a dozen, but this girl is in a class all her own.” She then reached out and began groping Annie’s breasts. “In more ways than one.” Jess spoke in awe as she squeezed and molded the flesh in her hands.
“Jess!” I shouted in shock as I yanked her off Annie. “The hell is the matter with you!? She looks completely out of it for god’s sake!”
For the first time since I first met her at the Ink and Paint club, an ashamed look fell on Jessica’s face as she stared at her hands. “I’m sorry Anon…I…I don’t know what came over me. I just saw her laying there, and I just…I couldn’t…”
“It’s fine Jess, it’s fine.”I cut her off as gently as I could. “Just help me start looking around here for the wallet. I’ll start here, you check the living room okay?”
The redhead just nodded and walked out of the bedroom, still clearly shook up by what she did. Not that I blame her in all honesty. Jessica is, to put it politely, a massive slut. It’s not an insult, it’s how she is and she copes to it. Any time, any where, and (back in her heyday) any one she’d be good to strip down for a fun time.
That said, she’s always lived by the standards every properly ethical slut lives by. Safe, Sane, Consensual. Nothing that threatens the life of her or her partner, nothing particularly out there (lemme tell you, the things that the internet comes up with sometimes can make even her feel dirty as hell) and her partner is always, ALWAYS down for it. She’s actually amazingly strict with that last one, so her molesting a sleeping person is more than a little surprising.
Deciding to put it out of my mind for now, I started rummaging around trying to see what I could find. Honestly, I can’t really say there was much to see. The wallet wasn’t there, and what I found was rather typical for any woman, Toon or no. The only weird thing was that she had no bras, and all of her panties were bikini designed. I was about to call the room a wash on the wallet front when I saw Sleeping Bimby moving on the mattress.
Now, she wasn’t waking up, but what she was doing made me wish she was. Her hands had started rubbing themselves all over her body, shifting her lingerie off of her figure. Her nipples had hardened to small peaks as her panties began moistening and the unmistakable scent of musk filled the air. Despite that though, what drew my attention was her plump lips, making what looked to be a sucking motion.
I didn’t know what came over me, but I found myself next to her bed, gently stroking her face. Before I could even try to stop myself I found my finger sliding in between her lips which quickly latched onto the digit and began sucking at it like it was a lollypop.
Holy shit but this lady was born to suck on more than candy! The second my finger went in her mouth, her tongue wrapped around it almost like a Band-Aid and began jerking the digit up and down while she started sucking on it so hard I was almost afraid she was gonna yank my fingernail off. All the while she was moaning like she had an eleven dollar steak in her mouth. I’m honestly ashamed to admit it, but my knees were buckling from it all.
Thankfully, or not depending on your viewpoint, her eyes fluttered open and widened in surprise as Annie became acutely aware of what was going on.
I swear there was a bit of disappointment there as well, but that could be me just hoping.
“Mpph? Mrh rgh oo ooin?” She tried to speak through my finger.
Feeling the sweat forming on my head, I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I…thought you might have swallowed your wallet.”
As an understanding look passed over her face, all I could think was thank GOD this woman is such a ditz.
“Mpph mrrf wrghble?” She tried to speak. It took me a bit, but she eventually figured out that having my finger in her mouth was NOT conductive to our conversation. After finally removing my finger we carried on the conversation.
“So, did you find it in there?”
“No, nothing down there.” I replied nonchalantly as I dried off my finger on my shirt. “I’m pretty certain the house is a bust on the wallet front, you get dressed and Jess and I will meet you out front.”
With a disappointed pout, Annie walked toward her closet while I stepped out to see Jessica moping on the couch.
“No luck on your end?” I asked, only to get a depressed shake of the head in the negative. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you shouldn’t feel too bad about grabbing Blondie’s tits back there.”
At Jessica’s confused look, I went into detail on my experiences in the bedroom, from my own sexual harassment of the bimbo of the house to how it was almost entirely unconscious. That did a fair bit to lift Jessica’s spirits, but left her looking at the door to the bedroom where the good Miss Annie Fanny was currently dressing.
“What on Walt’s green forests is with that Toon?” She asked with no small amount of fear.
I wish I knew Jess. I really do.
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Our next stop was a rather odd place in Toon Town. The Teddy Valiant City park.
Now, I already know what you’re thinking. Odd in Toon Town? What kind of messed up place is this? Do the fish fly? Do you walk on the sky and look at clouds in the ground? Is gas at an affordable price again!?
Seriously, how many of these stories have I told you by now? What on earth makes you think that would be weird by Toon Town standards? No, what makes Valiant Park so odd is that…well…it isn’t.
No flying fish, the ground and sky are in their proper place, heck even the trees are just regular, run of the mill trees that you can find in pretty much any human territory in the world. THAT is what made it so weird. The ground, the stone, the flowers, the trees, none of it was drawn. Every last blade of grass was imported from the “real world” for lack of a better term. As for why, well just look at the name. The place was made in memoriam to Teddy Valliant, Eddie Valliant’s brother.
Yeah, the place was built around the same time as the nut house Cindi works at was. One built to honor a man who always did right by Toons, and the other built to make sure what happened to him never happened again to anyone else. As far as parks went it was rather normal, just a lot of trees, bushes, flowers, stone pathways, and a big lake in the center. All in all, it was easily the most peaceful part of Toon Town. Guess even Toons need some time away from the wacky insanity.
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We found ourselves walking down one of the stone paths, Annie, back in her form fitting white dress, in front of Jess and me and holding up a magnifying glass I gave her to her eye and not letting so much as a pebble escape her gaze, while the busty redhead and myself looked off to the sides.
“So, you got up and came here?” I asked trying to see so much of a hint of a white and pink bit of leather.
“Yep!” Annie said cheerfully as she hunched over an apparently interesting rock, nearly splitting her dress as it strained against her plush ass. “I came here to do a photo shoot for the magazine I work for! I had to change into so many costumes I’m SURE I left my wallet behind here!”
“Mmm.” Jessica muttered noncommittally as she stared directly at Annie’s ass. “So, where did you do the shoot?”
“Right over here!” Annie chirped as she led us off the path and into a clearing. A pretty messy clearing at that. There were stands, back props, concession junk, everything you’d ever need for a photo shoot.
Normally I’d complain about how disrespectful it was to leave trash here, but I could already see the cleanup crew, consisting of a bunch of Toon ants, hauling away the smaller stuff and some beefier looking ones warming up and looking at the larger things.
Gotta wonder if they’re actually paid to do this, or if they’re just scavving. Eh. Doesn’t matter as long as the park is cleaned.
“Ok,” Annie began chipperly, “I’m certain my wallet is around here somewhere!”
We started looking about everywhere we could, under tarps, under snack plates, in bushes, under several pairs of panties (wait, what?), until finally we heard Jessica shout out.
“I think I found it!”
Me and Annie quickly moved to where Jessica was, a very large tree that she was looking up at. Looking up myself, I saw what looked to be a small bit of white and pink leather.
“Leapin Lizards!” Annie exclaimed in wide eyed shock. “There it is! I must’ve lost it during the swingers scene!”
I just continued to stare up at the bit of leather as I felt Jessica stare at me. “Well Anon? It’s right there, aren’t you going to go get it?”
“Ummm. Well I’d like to Jess,” I stammered out, “but you see my ‘can’t climb trees for any reason’ disease is acting up and…” I looked at Jessica only to turn away in shame as it looked like she was holding back a good laugh at my expense.
What? I don’t like heights all right? If man was meant to leave the ground we’d have wings!
Her fit of the giggles repressed, Jessica just let out a sigh. “Alright, fine you big baby. I’ll get the wallet.” With nary a second thought, she clung to the tree and began scooting up into the foliage above. I’d say that she gave me a good look up the coat she was wearing somehow managed to wrap itself around her lower half and blocking any view I could have.
Freaking Toon physics I swear.
So there we were, just me and Annie standing around, Annie looking at anything around her that caught her interest, me looking at anything on Annie that caught my interest. Finally, after a few minutes, Jessica’s voice came down from the tree.
“Anon, you’re not going to like this.”
I let out a mild groan. “What’s up?”
“It’s not her wallet.”
“Then what is it?”
Instead of answering, Jessica just let something fall to the ground. Walking over to it, I saw a folded up square that looked to be the size of a wallet. When I picked it up however, it unfolded revealing itself to be a small bikini top that looked to be made of fur.
“Leapin Lizards!” Annie shouted as she grabbed the top. “My cavegirl top from the photo shoot! I thought this thing was gone for good!”
Before I could be consumed by the mental image of this bimbo’s tits squeezed into that top, Jessica started yelling down again. “There’s another problem here Anon.”
I shook my head to clear it before looking back up at the tree. “What’s up?”
Jessica was quiet for a moment before she spoke up again, clearly embarrassed. “I’m stuck.”
I actually felt myself blink at hearing that. “You’re…stuck?
“Yes, I’m stuck up here. I was starting to climb down but I slipped and my coat snagged on a branch.”
I couldn’t help but stare as I tried to process that. Granted, most Toons can end up in wacky situations like this on a regular basis, but Toons like Jessica tend to avoid it somehow. Don’t ask me why, but anvils and pies just tend to avoid Toons who aren’t normally wacky.
“Can’t you pull yourself up?” I had to ask.
“No.” Jess replied back. “There’s no branches I can grab here.”
“Just shake yourself loose.” Annie offered with a wide smile. I couldn’t help but look at the blonde which, in an odd bit of self awareness, she took as a sign to elaborate. “That’s how I got down! I just shimmied and shook” She began twisting back and forth, sending her tits swaying hard enough to clap against each other, to emphasize, “till I fell!”
With a sigh from above, we could hear Jessica begin grunting as leaves rustled. It took a few moments, but we heard the noise that told us that Jessica would be returning to us soon.
*Fwoomp!*
Followed by a sound indicating that not all went as planned.
“OH SHIII…”
Acting quickly, I moved to where the rustling was at its most active and stood under it with open arms. Just in the nick of time too, as no sooner had I gotten there Jessica fell out of the foliage and into my arms, knocking us both to the ground, her tits flattening out as they mushed against my chest.
It took me a bit to get my marbles back in my head, but I eventually came back to Earth to find Jessica clinging to me and shaking. Looking over her, I could see why. At some point in her tumble she had managed to lose her coat, revealing the now tattered remains of what was going to be my present tomorrow.
What I saw just about broke my heart. It looked to be sheer silk lingerie that combined a bra with a corset. The silk in the front was just this side of transparent and would’ve done nothing to hide anything. It reached up to just over the tops of Jessica’s breasts, leaving everything else above them exposed aside from a pair of black lace straps that were holding it up, and it extended down into an equally transparent…skirt I guess you could call it? Could, being the key phrase considering that thing was too small to go beyond the very tops of Jessica’s thighs. The silk on the sides were much thicker, actually covering up the Technicolor flesh under it. Below she had been wearing a black lace thong and a pair of stockings that seemed to connect to the sides of the top.
It was sexy, it looked like it would’ve been fun to take it off of her, and it was now so much silky confetti.
With an embarrassed look on her face, Jessica looked up at me. “Well…merry Christmas Anon.”
I just pet her on her now exposed back in sympathy. “Merry Christmas Jess.”
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Now this may surprise you, but Toon Town actually has a fair bit of segregation in it. Not due to racial biases, as far as all involved are concerned Toons are Toons, no matter the shade of ink used or the amount of feathers/fur/what have you they have. No, the segregation is more for the sake of tourists. (At least these days. The made for T.V. Toons had a rough time of things for awhile but water under the bridge as they say)
See, most people look at Toon Town and see it as a fun place to take the family. Take little Timmy and Tammy to see all the funny cartoon characters and laugh at their antics. Thing is though, as time passed you’d start to see more and more Toons that, quite frankly, kids had no business being around. Porn Toons, foul mouthed Toons, and on and on. (And don’t even get me started on when the internet became more of a thing. The insanity brought about by Newgrounds was considered a bit much even by other Toons.) Thus, for the sake of ensuring parents don’t freak out and cause a fuss, Toon Town was divvied up into a number of sections to make it easy to keep the little ones away from the like of Fritz the Cat and the Toons from Tijuana Bibles.
Basically you have Toon Town center (also known as the South Side) where you have most of the standard, tourist friendly Toons such as Bugs, Donald, Droopy, etc. This is what most people think of when they hear Toon Town (Coincidentally, it’s also where my office is located). To the North you have the area known as Cool World. This is where more risqué Toons congregate such as Fritz the Cat and more than a few Flash Toons. Basically, if you like to get down and dirty with Toons this is the place you’d want to visit (and before you ask, yes, it is EXACTLY like how it was presented in that one Bakshi flick). Next you have the West Side or Kiddy Toon Town, basically where the Toons for really young kids tend to end up. It’s about as safe as anywhere can be around here, so the place is basically one big babysitting area for tourists to leave their toddlers for awhile.
So why am I telling you this? Well just because the place has been split up for human’s sake, that doesn’t mean that every place is fit for visiting all the time. Some places are just not going to be pleasant to be in no matter who you are, and Annie’s little trip around the world had led us to one of the proverbial lion’s dens.
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“I don’t like this.” I muttered as I glanced around the area.
The hunt for Annie’s wallet had led us to an apartment complex in Toon Town central. Pretty ritzy by Toon Town standards actually. Lots of space, plants on tables, red carpeting, the works. Really, the only gripe I had was the elevators which, out of necessity due to how big the building was, went fast enough to flatten you like a pancake when it moved and launch you into the ceiling when it stopped (And don’t even get me started on that damned first step).
Our merry little trio had found ourselves in front of a locked door to a penthouse, me kneeling in front of the door trying to pick the lock, Jessica (now wearing my trench coat to preserve her modesty after a failed series of attempts to get her own out of the tree) keeping a look out for people, and Annie…looking just as oblivious as she ever does.
“Oh come on Mus, it’s not that bad.” Jessica replied to me as she looked around a corner. “It’s not like you’d be going to prison if you got caught up here.”
“Prison is the absolute LEAST of my worries Jess!” I grumbled as a shudder of dread went through my spine. I then turned slightly to Annie who was currently playing with a palm tree’s leaves, apparently trying to figure out if she could make a costume out of it. “Are you POSITIVE your wallet could be here? I REALLY don’t want to be here if I don’t have to.”
“Positive!” Annie nodded her head hard enough that I’m kinda surprised she didn’t cause a rattling noise. “I always come here today for book club and scrabble afternoons!”
Before I could get lost in the idea of Annie reading a book, the light clicking of the lock brought my focus back to the door which now slowly creaked open into the penthouse ahead. After one more look around to make sure we were clear we darted inside.
Inside was a messy sight. Not messy as in dust and trash, just very busy looking. The walls were covered with various paintings and photographs, a large radio and dresser covered up the only places not covered by artwork, stairs led to a basement and the floor was covered with a bright pink rug. All in all, it looked downright cozy.
And there was only one other point in my life that I was more scared in my life than I was at that moment.
“Just get looking,” I grumbled as I began opening random drawers. “The sooner we’re outta here the better.”
Jessica just rolled her eyes and joined in the search, alongside Annie who seemed determined to look under things that couldn’t possibly hold a wallet (Which given that this is Toon Town, means those were the most likely places for it to be).
To make a long and dull story short, the search was a bust. No wallet, a lot of wasted time, and if I didn’t have some hair go grey from terror I’d be shocked. As we began walking back out, the unmistakable sound of a doornknob jiggling filled my ears. I could almost feel the blood drain from my face as dread and panick set in.
“Oh dear god no, not her!” I squeaked as I opened up the nearby dresser and hopped in and closed the door behind me, Jessica letting out a disgruntled grunt while Annie just let out a noise similar to a confused puppy.
A happy whistle entered the air as the penthouse’s owner walked in only to be cut short as the owner of the whistle noticed the two visibly remaining guests.
“Annie! Jessie! So good to see you two!” I heard a newer, much more high pitched voice exclaim as the clomping of large shoes tromped across the hall and in front of my hiding place. The two aforementioned women let out light grunts as, from what I could see, the third woman grabbed the two of them in a bear hug. (Quite the accomplishment considering this lady was easily a head shorter than the busty blonde and redhead.)
“Nice to see you too Na.” Jessica said cheerfully as she returned the hug as best as she was able.
“C’mon, I was just here earlier today!” Miss Fannie added with her own embrace.
The little love fest was broken up as the third party suddenly pulled away and began sniffing the air like a bloodhound. “Who else is here?” She asked as she began darting through the apartment, sniffing at every area I had focused searching in.
“It’s probably just my boss Na.” Jessica chimed in. “You know we can’t keep our hands off of each other.”
“No no.” Na said with a single minded focus. “I know that smell Jess, this is too strong to just be leftovers.” She then moved towards my hiding place. “And it’s strongest HERE!” With that, the doors were pulled open and I was face to face with my worst nightmare at that point in my career.
She was a few inches taller than me, wearing a red dress similar to Jessica’s Ink and Paint/usual dress with full red lips, but this is where any positives ended. Her legs were long but skinny as noodles with boney kneecaps and big Minney Mouse esque green high heels on her feet. Her hair was the same shade of red as Jessica’s but much more manic and wild with teeth that were…unpleasant to say the least with breasts that drooped like sad bags of water and her eyes, while just as heavily shaded as Jessica’s, were crazed and heartfilled as she saw me.
This ladies and gentlemen, was Na. Also known as Lena Hyena. The one Toon Woman I know of who explicitly has a fetish for Human men.
“A MAN!”
And she had just set her eyes on me.
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“SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT!” I screamed as I bolted down the hallways of the apartment complex, knocking down anything I could to clutter the path behind me.
“COME TO LENA!” Screeched the reason for my hasty retreat, her lips stretched forward making kissing noises as she bulldozed through anything in her path.
Now I’ll be the first to admit that Lena’s not a bad girl by any measure of the word. In fact, according to Jessica, she was one of the leading voices calling out for equal treatment for the T.V. Toons. The problem however is that she is, as the youth of today say, thirsty as fuck. Granted, when you look like her that’s not surprising, but considering she was drawn to be man hungry it makes for a bad situation for those of us not made of ink.
Funny thing of it? She’s actually considered a major catch among Toon Men. The standards of attractiveness among Toons is more about how entertaining you are, and when you aren’t the one being chased Lena is legitimately hilarious. She could have her pick of Toon Town’s Cell Shaded bachelors easily.
Of course, when you ARE the subject of her obsession that day the only thing you had going through your head was run far, run fast, and for the love of god don’t stop. Hence, my mad dash trying to find any unlocked door I could. Unfortunately, even in Toon Town, an unlocked door is something of a rarity.
Finally I came to the end of the hallway, with the only thing standing before me being a door to the restrooms on this end of the floor. Without a second thought I grabbed the handle and nearly tore that sucker off the hinges and dashed inside.
Into open air. Thankfully I hadn’t let go of the doorknob yet, so I had something to cling to and NOT fall to a painful fate.
“Goddamnit, they haven’t fixed the bathrooms yet!?” I screamed to the heavens above, and earning a few ugly looks from a lot of bearded gentlemen on clouds.
Okay, choice time. I could hang onto the door and hope that Lena decides to just give up (not gonna happen, lady can hunt a man across the greater united States), hop back in and try to dodge her again and run for the elevators, or leap to the road far, far, far below and spend the rest of the week hanging out in Cool World. (Physics is weird here. As long as you land on or are hit by something Toony it won’t kill you. It’ll hurt like a sumbitch, but it won’t kill ya. Had Teddy Valiant had a Toon piano dropped on him, he’d still be with us today.) The rapid clomping of oversized shoes made my decision for me.
“I’ll take my chances!” I let go of the door and fell.
I’ll wrap this part up here, seeing how this is starting to go on a bit long. I met Tom the cat and Wile E. Coyote in mid fall (turns out the two are actually skydiving enthusiasts in their off hours. Who knew?), who through a mixture of signs and charades, directed me to a trampoline factory to fall into. I did, and it launched me back up. Into Lena’s waiting arms.
I’ll hold out on any details. That was…not fun.
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The day honestly never improved from there. In fact, it somehow got worse. Traversing the sewers, crawling through zoo cages, and at one point going through a fireworks factory that was set for demolition but still full of fireworks. We went through hell and high water, searching through half of freaking Toon Town for one, lousy, godforsaken, WALLET!
But on top of all of that, the brain dead bimbo who lost the damned thing would not stop teasing Jess and me. Any chance she had to show off her figure, she took and somehow made it sexier! She bands down to pick up a coin, her tong is eaten into her pussy lips! A bit of music starts playing and she starts twisting and shaking to it causing her tits and ass to move like they’re in an earthquake! She trips, she lands right on Jessica and their breasts just…ARGH! The worst part? I’m certain she’s not even doing it intentionally! Malice of that caliber requires brain cells to rub together more than half the time!
So that left the three of us back in my office, Annie despondent over the loss of her wallet, me downing a bottle of Vodka I’d been saving for the day Cindi offered to play a certain game with me again, and Jessica looking just more miserable than I had ever seen her before as she talked on the phone with her husband.
“I know Roger,” Jessica spoke into the phone, her voice carrying enough grief to bring down even the most cheerful of Toons. From what could be heard over the ear bit Roger wasn’t faring any better. “It’s just this case got away from us. I know. I know.”
While the couple worked out their issues, Annie walked over to my slowly inebriating ass and leaned over my desk, giving me a view of her cleavage that, frankly, I had seen more than enough of at this point. “Mr. Mus,” she began in a sweet tone, “I’m sorry I’ve caused you two so much trouble tonight.”
Every instinct in me was telling me to chew her out right then and there. To tell her off for the wild goose chase she’d sent us through. But something about her voice and the look on her face calmed me down a fair bit.
“It’s alright Miss Fannie.” I said waving her off. “Lots of cases like this tend to be bastards. You and I will try again tomor…” (thump.)
I looked down. Annie looked down. Jessica stared from across the room with a wide and twitching eye. There, on my desk, fallen from Annie’s cleavage, was the white leather wallet we had been searching for.
“Wha…tha…whu…” I stammered out intelligently. I could almost feel my brain imploding in on itself as I looked at the square shaped bit of hell before me.
Annie’s reaction was rather different from mine. “LEAPIN LIZARDS! My wallet! I must’ve put it down my dress for safe keeping!”
Can you hear it when your brain is having a seizure? Cause I’m pretty certain I could hear my brain having a seizure. Looking at Annie doing a dance in celebration for her wallet drew up a kind of darkness in me that I honestly haven’t felt in a long time. It was dark, vile, and very angry. While it wasn’t quite what I felt that day I was fired off the force, I’d be dammed if I said it didn’t come close. It took ever ounce of patience and will power I had to keep myself calm as I reached for my billing papers and began filling out a page.
“Well Miss Fannie,” I said through grit teeth, “that’s quite the lucky break. Now, if you’ll just pay your bill, I can let you go on about your evening.”
What came out of Annie’s mouth ensured that any remaining patience I had joined in willingly with the dark feeling boiling over in my gut.
“Why would I pay you?” She asked in that ditz, confused tone.
“What!?” I snarled as I glared right at her. Off to the side I could hear my phone’s receiver starting to crack in Jessica’s grip.
“Well, I hired you to find my wallet, but I found it by myself!” The happy way she said that honestly did me no favors. “So, since you didn’t find it, I don’t have to pay you, right?”
I couldn’t even begin to believe this. All that time and effort, all the scrapes and bruises, all the mental scarring, and this bimbo wasn’t going to pay us so much as a DIME!?I looked at Jessica and her eyes met mine.
You know how you can have mental conversations with people you’re close to? How with just a look, two people can tell each other everything they needed to know? That happened. At that moment we knew that Annie was going to pay up, and if it wasn’t going to be through cash, well, there were other options.
As I started reshuffling my papers, I heard Jessica talking to Roger again. “Roger, how about this. I come home tomorrow night, long after all your charity work is done, and when you come home I’ll be waiting for you with a nice, big,” she began fondling herself, grabbing at one of her breasts through the tattered remains of her lingerie, “carrot cake, and after we enjoy ourselves there, we go up to the bedroom and play Paddy Cake. All. Night. Long.”
Based on the noise coming from the ear piece of my phone, the good Mr. Rabbit was quite keen on the idea. Seeing as her holiday might yet be saved, Jessica said her goodbye, hung up the phone, and strode over to the couch and began fiddling with the cushions.
Meanwhile, I had engaged Annie in a bit of conversation. “You know Miss Annie, there are two types of people in this world. Those who’ll go through three types of hell without payment, and those who won’t even consider it without the promise of cash.” I looked her in the eye with a sharp glare. “I am NOT counted among the first group. So we have two options. You either pay us for our time and efforts, or we work out another form of payment.”
Annie just looked at me, as confused as ever, and started talking. “But shouldn’t good deeds be their own…” (CLANG!)
Down to the floor she went, stars circling her head. Behind her stood Jessica, a large frying pan in her hands, looking down at the comatose blonde with a smirk.
In case you were wondering from way back in the first case I told you about, yes Jessica has a habit of using frying pans as a self defense measure, and yes, she likes to hide them in furniture.
“You remember where the escape proof Toon Rope is?” I asked as I got up from my desk and started moving towards the bimbo below. Jessica’s only response was a widening smirk.
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That leaves us to where I started off. Jess and myself standing before a bound up and gagged blonde, neither of us able to think straight through a fog of anger and sexual frustration, and the source of said feelings laying on the floor looking more confused than anything.
“Well Jess,” I began and looked at Jessica, my sexy secretary vigorously stroking her now phallic looking clit, “since you’re the one who had her plans ruined, did you want to start us off?”
Jessica didn’t say a word, just striding over to Annie with a look of anger in her eyes I hadn’t seen since…well…that’s another story. When she got to Annie she just stared at the other Ton for a long moment, still stroking herself off. I was about to step in when Jess’s arms lashed out and grabbed hold of Annie’s tits, squeezing the melons harshly, the Toon tit flesh pouring from between her fingers. Annie herself let out a sharp gasp and a long moan that was muffled through her gag.
“That’s it you little slut!” Jessica growled out as he hands repeatedly squeezed and kneaded the breasts in her hands. An observant eye would notice that Annie’s nipples seemed to be hardening under the rough treatment. “Moan! MOAN! I had the next few days planned out in advance for MONTHS! Do you know how little I see my husband!? With how busy he is!? And you think after screwing that up with your stupid,” she released her grip on Annie’s tits only to then latch onto the blonde’s nipples in a painful looking vice grip, “pointless,” and now she’s twisting the nubs, “scavenger hunt!? The least you could do is moan a little bit for me!”
With an annoyed grunt, Jessica shoved Annie back, sending her flopping and bouncing onto my bed. Jess didn’t waste a moment, leaping onto the bound blonde, straddling her upper half with Jessica’s engorged clit slapping in between Annie’s abused melons. Jess then grabbed the top of Annie’s dress and pulled backward, shredding the cloth and exposing Annie’s tits to the world.
With or without cloth, any person with working eyes would be able to tell you that Annie had an awesome pair of tits on her, but without her top throwing off my estimations I can safely say this bimbo was easily in Jessica’s league in terms of cup sizes, but while Jessica’s had no small amount of bounce to them, Annie’s looked to be made of soft rubber, bouncing and shaking wildly without the restraint of her top.
Without wasting a moment, Jess slid down Annie’s body until she was face to nips with the blonde’s chest. She then leaned in, slathering her breasts with her tongue and randomly nipping at any skin she could, moaning all the while with Annie squirming underneath.
Feeling left out, I moved myself onto my bed and positioned myself next to Annie’s head before fiddling with her gag. I loosened the rope, letting it fall out of her mouth and letting her talk again for a brief moment.
“Ohhh!” She moaned from Jessica’s “tender” ministrations. “What’s this all about? I know my girl’s are fun to play with bu-mmmph!?”
As I said, for a moment. Not wanting to put up with her stupidity any more today, and wanting to put those cock pillows she called lips to work, I crammed my half mast cock into her mouth. I don’t know if it was instinct or what, but she started sucking on my like a vacuum cleaner, her cheeks hollowing with every suck.
“That’s it,” I groaned as I put a hand on the back of her head and pushed myself further down her throat, “put that mouth of yours to good use.”
“Grrgl.” Annie gurgled out, her eyes oddly becoming more heavy lidded and her tongue wrapped itself around my shaft and began stroking it.
With a light grunt I moved myself so I was straddling Annie’s head, making it easier for me to start thrusting down her throat until I bottomed out. Meanwhile, Jessica had apparently finished slobbering on Annie’s tits and had risen up, slapping her inflated clit in between the much shinier melons before grabbing them and pressing them together and essentially tit fucking the blonde.
“Ohh yess!” Jessica hissed as her hips started rocking, her hips slapping into Annie’s tits and causing the soft mountains to quake. “Oh Anon, remind me to do this to Cindi next chance I get! They’re so soft and warm, it’s like my clitty is wrapped up in warm marshmallows!”
I looked up at Jessica’s face and couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Jessica’s visible eye was wide and her mouth was wide open with her tongue dangling out and flopping with every thrust. Not an UNcommon sight with her mind, it’s just usually she doesn’t get like that without me screwing her brains out.
“First time Jess?” I asked as I gently stroked Annie’s throat as Jessica nodded and started thrusting faster and more wildly, her own mountains shaking every time her hips hit Annie’s tits. Seeing that the two of us were near eye level, I reached over and grabbed the back of Jessica’s head and pulled her towards mine, forcing our lips together with Jessica’s tongue quickly darting into my mouth and meeting my own. Surprisingly, with something else to focus on she actually slowed down her thrusts a fair bit. Seeing how she was calming down, I broke off the kiss with the curvy read head letting out a whimper as we separated.
“Calm down a little Jess,” I told her, “she’s not going anywhere, and you want to enjoy her fully, right?”At her rapid nodding I continued, “Then take it from someone who’s experienced in this sort of thing, start slowly.” To show her what I meant, I began slowly thrusting in and out of Annie’s mouth, the blonde beneath us, the sound of her sucking and slurping away at my erection filling our ears.
An odd situation I have to admit, but fact of the matter was Jessica actually didn’t have a whole lot of mileage with that inflate the clit trick of hers. That was considered a bit much back in the day, so it wasn’t until our trysts with Cindi that she got to use it much. The only other person being…well let’s just say that before Roger gave her the okay to sleep with other men, he was VERY determined to try and meet her needs and leave it at that.
We continued like that for awhile, me thrusting into Annie’s mouth, the frustrating bimbo gurgling and slurping away, while Jessica fucked her tits, the sounds of moaning, slapping, and other such noises filling the air. Now while I was enjoying the feeling of this bubble brained bitch slurping me down, I didn’t forget that this was not supposed to be fun for her. Suddenly, an idea filled my head.
“Hey Jess, wanna take over for me here?”
Jessica was reluctant at first, but I eventually got her to get off Annie and kneel next to me. I stopped thrusting and buried myself balls deep into her throat, said balls resting atop Annie’s nose.
“Allright, at the count of three, I pull out and you shove in, got it?” Jessica nodded and I grabbed Annie by the throat to keep her still. “THREE!”
With a loud slurp I quickly pulled out, thankfully not grazing any teeth.
“Wait! Please! You don’t MMPH!” Thankfully, anything the good miss Fannie had to say was cut off by Jessica cramming her mouth full of clit.
“OhhHHH!” Jessica moaned out with a rising pitch. Well, it was good to know that Annie’s oral skills weren’t just my imagination.
With my ability to move restored, I quickly got to work. I moved to Annie’s side, and with one smooth motion I flipped her around, Jessica still in her throat, till she was flat on her stomach, her breasts mashed against my mattress and spilling out to her sides. I then leaned Jessica down so that she was lying on her back while moving Annie so that the redhead didn’t pop out before lifting up the blonde’s ass till it was pointed up in the air, pulling down the skirt of her dress as I moved her.
My work positioning the two done, I moved behind Annie and just gazed at her ass. No, there was no denying it, Cindi had a firm ass of a dancer, Jessica’s was a bit softer but still had some tone to it, but Annie’s was nothing short of plump plush. I gave one of her cheeks a firm but quick slap, sending ripples across the half of her ass I hit.
Without a second thought, I grabbed each cheek in one of my hands and squeezed, the flesh spilling out from between my fingers. Good lord, this woman’s ass is so soft it’s like she’s got another pair of tits back here! I roughly squeezed and pawed at her booty for a bit, feeling her squirm under me as I did so.
Looking up I could see Jessica was honestly not in good shape. Apparently Annie’s skills as a cocksucker were way better than her titfucks because the redhead in question was splayed out, her hair in a wild mess with her breasts heaving and shaking wildly from her rapid breathing with her hips jerking with every suck.
“A-a-annooonnn!” Jessica panted out, “she…she’s like a vacuUUM cleaner! I don’t, I can’t, oh my GOOOOD!”
Suddenly, Jessica started shaking wildly, her pussy all but soaking the area of the bed she was laying on before collapsing into a heap, all with Annie refusing to stop sucking on the throat full of clit she had in her. Eventually Jess calmed down, though throughout it all her grip on Annie’s head never loosened.
With my own smirk, I spread Annie’s asscheeks wide and exposed her bright pink asshole to the world. “Well miss Fannie, I do hope you enjoyed getting one over on Jessica.” I then pressed the tip of my member against her little rosebud, causing the bound blonde to go stiff and let out a small whimper. “Cause from here on out it’s all about what she and I want!” I then forced myself into Annie’s ass as hard as I could, hilting myself in one strong thrust.
“RRRTRRGGTGGG!” Annie’s muffled shriek filled the room, her tied up legs squirming desperately in an attempt to get away. Coincidently, her screaming caused Jessica to shudder a bit before her hips started thrusting harshly, fucking Annie’s throat wildly.
As for myself, HOLY SHIT this was not smart! Her sphincter clamped around me so tightly it was as though I’d somehow managed to wedge my dick into a damned cheerio without breaking the cereal! I can safely say that my dick has never been in a tighter hole than this, and never has since! Every moment in this girl’s ass was its own special kind of mix of pain and pleasure.
With a strained grunt, I slowly pulled myself back with no end of a struggle, as if her ass were trying to pull me back in, until just my tip was left in her. I took a moment to brace myself and plunged back in, hilting myself in her ass again and slamming my hips into her plush ass only to repeat the action again and again, the slapping noise turning into a weird kind of applause.
“Oh yeah,” I grunted out as I got used to Annie’s grip, “you don’t use this hole much do ya? No, you just like to tease people. Just shake this thing,” I slapped and groped one of her ass cheeks, “and watch em drool. Well you see where that gets you?” I started thrusting harder, the angle of my thrusts forcing her to choke down more of Jessica’s clit as she pressed deeper into the redhead’s hips.
Jessica had gotten all of her wits back by this point and from the look in her eye she had something planned. I saw her first plant her feet firmly on my bed and slowly lifted herself up, her firm grip on Annie’s head keeping herself firmly lodged in the Blonde’s mouth. She then began thrusting again, wildly at first, but after watching me for a few moments we soon his a good rhythm of one of us plowing Annie’s depths while the other pulled out in what could only be described as a sawing motion, Jessica’s breasts shaking wildly and my balls slapping against Annie’s ass cheek with our every thrust.
We went at it like that for a good while until Annie started squirming and whining with a clear liquid flooding out from between her legs all but outright telling me she had just cum. The feeling of her ass somehow managed to clench even tighter than before, and pushing me over the edge.
“Oh holy shit!” I groaned out as I felt my dick come this close to literally exploding in Annie’s ass. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks harshly, my nails digging into the Toon flesh they held. Across from me I saw Jessica thrusting wildly again, he face making it quite clear what was happening. With one last strong thrust, Jessica went stiff before letting off another scream. The sounds of fluid hitting my bed being all the proof I needed that Annie just made her cum again.
The three of us just sat there, catching our breath for a few moments before I realized I was still hard. I dunno if it was because of how tight Annie’s ass was or what, but I hadn’t gone down so much as an inch. Between that, and her now cum filled ass now much more lubricated I could’ve easily kept going, but I had another idea.
“Hey Jess, put the gag back on her real quick.”
With nary a shrug, Jessica pulled out of Annie’s mouth with the blonde still slurping and sucking away before putting the rope we’d gagged her with back in place. Meanwhile, I had opted to untie the bimbo’s legs. Before she could get the chance to try and run, I grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up, making sure her legs were spread wide, exposing her pussy to Jessica. Annie, still not knowing what was happening as far as I could tell, just looked darted her head back and forth between me and Jessica with that same vacant look in her baby blues.
“So, I don’t think I have to tell you what to do next?”
Jessica let out a soft coo as she scooted closer to Annie. Looking over the Blonde’s shoulder I could see Jessica’s clit pressing against Annie’s lower lips.
“Oh Anon,” Jess purred out, “you knew exactly what to get me for Christmas.” She then started sliding her clit inside Annie, though unlike before she opted for a slower, much more gentle approach. Slowly she slid into Annie’s folds, both girls massive tits mashing against each other as Jessica pressed herself into Annie until she finally hilted.
I gotta say, this was a rather odd feeling. I could feel Jess’ inflated clit rubbing against my member through a thin skin barrier separating us. Not gonna lie, the added pressure was actually feeling rather good. Thankfully, my previous orgasm alongside really breaking in Annie’s ass made sure this would be more comfortable for me.
“Anon,” Jessica gasped out as she rotated her hips.
“What?”
“I think…oh Walt…I think she was a virgin!”
My brain kinda farted at hearing that. This bitch had never gotten laid? All the teasing and blue balling and not once has anyone gotten to the main event with her? How many poor horny sons of bitches and daughters of bastards has this woman tormented!?
“Jessica,” I growled out, “no more playing nice.”
I could practically feel Jessica smirk as I saw her gloved hands reach behind Annie and grab twin handfuls on Annie’s plushy ass. “Can do boss.”
With no warning for our captive bimbo, the two of us began mercilessly thrusting into her again, no tenderness, no build up, not even a set rhythm. Just hard, unrelenting fucking, our bodies slamming into Annie’s hard enough that we’d probably leave bruises if she wasn’t a Toon.
Annie could only scream muffled shrieks and desperately wiggle in my grasp, her legs flailing wildly as we plowed her over and over. Oddly enough, said legs seemed to be alternating between kicking wildly (Annie’s white high heels staying on, natch) and trying to wrap themselves around Jessica’s waist, almost as if she were trying to keep Jess inside her. Unfortunately for her, all that wiggling was just making her body do more to rub all three of us off.
“Oh Annie,” Jessica groaned out, “you were DRAWN to be fucked like this! We ought to just keep you in the closet and bring you out any time we need a good sex toy!”
“Not gonna lie Jess,” I grunted out, “that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.” I gave Annie’s right cheek a long lick before growling into her ear. “So howabout it Blondie? You wanna stay here and get fucked whenever the mood takes us?“
Gonna guess she liked that idea. The moment I finished talking, Annie’s body clenched tight and began shuddering hard enough to cause my bed to start shaking and a muffled scream all but filled the room as she threw her head back. The added pressure managed to push me and Jessica over the edge, our own screams mingling with Annie’s.
As soon as the blonde went limp, we pulled out of her, Jessica no worse for wear while I was trying to catch my breath. I tossed Annie onto the mattress without a care, giving me a clear look at Jessica for the first time since I started fucking Annie.
It was a rare sight to see her so disheveled. She may not have been breathing hard, but her breasts were still heaving, her hair was a frightful mess with strands and tangles, her eye shadow was running in streams her lipstick had somehow gotten smeared, and her inflated clit and her thighs were both absolutely drenched with fluids.
God help me, somehow I can’t think of a time before that she had looked more attractive to me.
I rushed forward and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards me and mashing her tits against my chest and causing her clit and my dick to rub against each other. She’d apparently had the same idea, because before I could try anything, Jessica had grabbed hold of my head and mashed our lips together hard in an open mouth lip lock, her tongue outright assaulting my mouth as we both moaned desperately.
We stayed like that for a moment before we remembered there was a third party in the room. Separating with a trail of saliva falling between us, we looked to the side to see Annie lying in a heap with a dazed and unfocused look on her face.
“Huh. Well that’s a first.” I muttered as I looked at the bimbo’s more vacant than usual face. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a Toon lady go into a sex coma.”
Jessica just moved over to the comatose Miss Fannie and grabbed her by the bun her hair was in, lifting her head up to crotch level. She then yanked out the rope that was being used as her gag with nary a care, letting the other woman’s mouth fall slack.
“Hey, Anon.” Jessica began as she once more shoved her clit into Annie’s mouth, the latter of whom began sucking unconsciously. “Think these cock pillows of her’s can take a double stuffing?”
I could almost feel my smile threaten to split my face. I moved over next to Jessica. “I dunno Jess, let’s find out.” I slid my member up next to Jess’ clit, forcing my way into Annie’s mouth, her slurping and sucking now becoming louder and more sloppy with drool leaking out from her mouth.
“Well I’ll be.” Jessica spoke in genuine awe. “She’s a little trooper isn’t she?”
I didn’t say anything, instead being content to just give Jessica a light swat on her ass as I started thrusting. Jess soon followed suite, her hips rocking back and forth with mine.
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Hours later, with my bed now thoroughly ruined and a very well used, naked, unbound, and stained Annie resting on it, Jess and I found ourselves sitting nude on my couch. Jessica looked absolutely devastated, though with my hands currently holding my face it was hard for me to tell. It was quiet for the first time all night in my office, the snoring of the oblivious blonde the only noise in it. Finally I broke the quiet with the words I really didn’t want to ask.
“We’re going to jail, aren’t we?”
Look, just because you can’t harm a Toon physically, and just because Human and Toon relations were looked down upon, didn’t mean that Toons had absolutely no rights. They, theoretically, had all the protection the law would offer a Human, which includes sexual assault being just as illegal for Toons as Humans.
And folks? There ain’t no two ways about it. What we did to Annie was the DEFINITION of sexual assault and rape. The worst part of it all? I had no idea why we’d done it! I’d been put through the ringer more times than I’d care by braindead twits and it never even occurred to me to react half as badly as I did here.
Looking over at my redhaired secretary, who looked about a hair’s width from breaking down sobbing, more regret filled my mind. I was screwed, sure, but Jessica had a lot more riding on her than I did. I don’t doubt for a second that Roger would wait faithfully for her to be let out of prison, but his career would tank hard from the scandal of staying loyal to a wife who raped another woman (Take a guess at what would’ve been the biggest part in that scandal). I doubt Jessica would be able to live with herself for doing that. With a heavy sigh, I spoke the words I needed to say.
“You go on home Jess. I’ll take the rap for this.”
“Anon?” Jessica whispered as she turned to look at me.
“Jess, you’ve got a life ahead of you to think about. You got a husband you love, his career to think about, what have I got? I’m just a disgraced cop turned flat foot whose family doesn’t have much to say to him anymore. I’ll take the rap for this, say I had blackmail on you and forced you into what we did.”
We just sat there for a long moment, Jessica just staring at me as I leaned back into my couch and tried to come to terms with what I was giving up. At the very least I’d be amazed if Cindi would ever want to see me again after this.
I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt something warm and wet press against my cheeks, followed by a light smack. Looking over I saw Jess pulling away from me, he lipstick just smeared that much more and with a sad, but thankful smile on her face.
“Anon, thank you.” She spoke to me before standing up and wrapping one of my cleaner sheets around herself. “I can’t even…you don’t know…”
I smiled beside myself. “Just go home Jess. Go home and you have yourself a Merry Christmas.”
With a nod she walked off and through my door, closing it as lightly as she could, probably trying to make sure sleeping brainless beauty stayed out of it for a bit longer. A wasted effort given that she started stirring and rising up soon after the door shut.
“Leapin Lizards…”she groaned out as she stretched, her mountainous jugs jutting out as she did so. “What hit me? I haven’t felt this sore…ever!” She then turned to me, her face looking just as vacant as it ever did, though realization was slowly dawning on her face.
“Uh..hi.” Not the most suave thing I could’ve said, but then what does one say in a situation like this? “Sorry I raped you in the ass. Can we still be friends?” There’s a wide gamut of things I could say that would make my situation worse, and very little that could even possibly improve it, and I was dedicating most of my brain power to trying to figure out what those things were.
Much to my surprise though, nothing I feared could happen, screaming, assault, pepper spray, what have you happened. No, Annie just smiled, honest to god SMILED at me before hopping off my bed and moving to the shredded remains of her dress, bouncing and jiggling the whole way. She then picked it up, gave it a good shake, and had it fully restored in her hands. She then squeezed back into it before looking around on the floor, apparently looking for her shoes.
I’m not sure what inspired me to push my luck the way I did, but I spoke again. “Um…Miss Fanny. I just wanted to…apologize for last night.”
Annie’s face looked up at me with that confused look I’d grown so accustomed to. “Apologize? For what?”
Okay I know this woman was five and a half cans short of a six pack, but she couldn’t be THIS daffy, could she?
“Um…you know. For the…for what Jessica and I did to you. That I made her do I should add! And…”
“Why are you apologizing for what I wanted you to do?” I felt nearly every synapse in my brain misfire at that. Apparently she could tell that I wasn’t quite catching on to what she said, so she continued. “Mr. Mus, you and Jessica did EXACTLY what I wanted you two to do to me.”
“Come again?” I said as I tried to make sense of this situation. Annie just let out a giggle.
“Maybe later. Somehow, I don’t think you’re quite ‘up’ to any more fun right now.” Her face then turned mildely concerned as she looked at my, apparently still confused, face. “Mr. Mus, do you really not know who I am?” At the shaking of my head, she continued on. “Well, my full name is Little Annie Fannie. I’m a Toon employed by a magazine that quite a number of men enjoy. Specifically, I’m the star of a comic called Little Annie Fanny.”
Seeing my continued lack of understanding, she elaborated more. “You see, the main joke in my comics is that I’m constantly having men trying to take advantage of me, easy to do considering what a ditz I was drawn to be, only to be saved at the last minute by some twist of fate or another at the last minute. It’s so funny, so quirky, so…so…” Her face then twisted into a scowl for the first time since she first walked into my office. “FRUSTRATING! It wouldn’t be so bad if it just stuck to the pages, but it happens outside of work too! Any time it looked like I was finally gonna get laid another man would start a fight, a volcano would erupt, pirates would attack, all the while all I want is for someone to just fuck me already!”
Her face softened again. “Then I heard about you through some of the grape vines. You and so many starlets in Toon Town, Swing Shift Cinderella and Red Hot Riding Hood, Betty Rubble, Jane Jetson, even that threesome with those two up and comers Daphne and Velma. I KNEW you’d be just the man to scratch my itch, and I knew you would!” She then looked as thoughtful as she could. “I don’t know why, but everyone I’ve met has tried something with me, humans and Toons. I guess there’s just something to how I’m drawn. Might be those pheara things I’ve heard about.”
“So…” I began as my brain finally made sense of this madness, “You put me and Jess through a day of blue ball hell, just for a booty call? Why not just ask us?”
At that line of questioning, Annie’s face blushed lightly in embarrassment of all things. “Well…you see…after so long of teasing men in the comics I kinda wanted to see what it would be like if a man just lost control and ravaged me. I gotta say, you and Mrs. Rabbit certainly didn’t disappoint.”
“So I’m not going to jail then?” I asked hopefully. Annie’s eyes went wide in shock at hearing that.
“I should certainly hope not! I can’t remember the last time I came that hard! I can’t go back to fingers after that!” She then noticed the clock on my desk and shot straight upright. “Leapin Lizards! I’ve got a photoshoot soon, I gotta go!” She then leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the head. “I’ll call ahead next time. Okay? Gotta go!” And with that the buxom bouncy blonde bimbo ran out of my office, not even bothering to try and find her shoes.
After she left, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and just collapsed into my couch. Between the search yesterday, the all night fuck session, and the emotional drain from thinking I’d be going to prison, I was tired on a level I had never been before. I would’ve gone over to my bed but…well…it’s kinda not good right now.
As my eyes closed the last thought that crossed my mind was hoping I remembered to Call Jessica to tell her no one was going to jail.
End of Chapter
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How long. How long have I been working on this godforsaken chapter? I dunno what it is about the first person perspective that slows me down so damned much, but MAN was it bad this time. Might be because this chapter was a fair bit rapeier than I usually go for. Ah well.
Hopefully this wasn't too much of a slog to sift through. Wanted to try something a touch different given that Little Annie Fanny was involved. You DON'T just hop right into sex with that girl. Next up I'm going back to basics with my Jasmine fic, though the lovely Princess won't be making an apperence. Instead we'll be focusing more on Anon's harem.
And yeah, I remember what I said in the last chapter. Sorry,DJJ, didn't mean to break my promise there, but I was already a good ways into this when I came to that conclusion to drop the first person shtick. Don't worry, it's dead and buried.
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