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EPILOGUE

[AFTER SCHOOL, ALONG THE ROAD FROM ACME LOONIVERSITY]
There weren’t many places outside Acme Acres where a blue rabbit, a green duck, and a pink piglet could walk side by side and be seen as normal. Buster Bunny, Plucky Duck and Hamton J. Pig; all friends and all happy to be released from the mandatory imprisonment that was school.
It was something of an informal routine they had formed over the years of their friendship; walking home together a group. It gave them a chance to trade stories of their respective days, the latest news and gossip, as well as share a few laughs. Being the day after the prom there was only one topic worthy of their time and words….
“So you’re telling me that she was wearing a strap-on?” asked Plucky, who walked as usual to the left of Hamton.
“Uh-Huh. Fifi said she’s been in the changing room with Arnolda so I think she’d be able to tell.” the pudgy pink pig replied. to which Plucky nodded.
“Fair enough. If there’s anyone who’s familiar with a johnson it’s Fifi.” Plucky said.
Hamton frowned, “Hey!”
Buster seconded Hamton’s indignation, “Not cool Pluckster. Not cool.” said in a matter of fact tone.
Plucky nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Beak got ahead of me there.” Plucky said in earnest apology and Hamton smiled in forgiveness. Anyone who hung around Plucky quickly learned the green duck’s beak frequently went ahead of his brain. It was seldom his intent to harm with words and he was quick to apologize beak over-stepped.
“I wonder if Arnold…” Buster began to muse aloud, only to have his thought both interrupted and answered by Plucky.
“Yeah he did.” the green duck said with a snicker, “Guy was sitting on one of those donut cushions at lunch.”
“So you're saying the dog got pounded?” Buster quipped.
“She probably made up for it.” Plucky said with a smile, “Arnolda looks like could kegel a guy to paradise and beyond.”
Hamton, who had been quiet since his outburst could not hide his curiosity and asked, “Guys. What’s a kegel?”
Both rabbit and duck turned to look at their porcine friend with bafflement and disbelief. For one long minute they couldn’t tell if their friend was being sarcastic, or serious. The former was out of character for their friend and the latter flew in the face of all rationale.
“Okay, how can you still be this naive after a night of with -the- Fifi le Fume?“ Plucky finally exclaimed as he shook his head, “It’s not possible!”
Buster likewise could not believe what his long-ears had heard. “Yeah Hammy. You’d think you were still a virgin.” he said.
“I-er-am.” replied Hamton, his face, as red as a beet, “You see, I, well, I just wanted my first real date to be quiet…and well…” He lamented internally at the gulf between the the speech he had in his mind and the words that actually stumbled out of his mind. The teasing would be horrific and he could only brace himself for what was to come.
To his surprise both his friends simply shrugged.
“Makes sense to me Hammy” Buster said.
Now it was Hamton’s turn at confusion, “You really mean that?” the piglet said with wary hope.
“Sure he does.” replied Plucky, “Ditto here. I guess we sort of forgot you’re in a different boat from Buster and me.”
Hamton’s brow furrowed, “Hey! What’s that supposed to-”
“Whoa, Whoa, Easy there Hammy.” Buster said, placing a calming hand on his friend’s bald head, “What Plucky’s failing to say is that you and Fifi are different from me and Babs or Plucky and Shirl.”
“Exactly. Me and Shirl have been ‘feeling each other out’ for years. This wasn’t even our first date.” Plucky stated with puffed chest.
“Babs and me have been close friends since kindergarten. But you and Fifi, well, this was your first time together. So it’s only natural you’d want to take things slow. Get to know each other. There’s other dates.”
”Oh. Thanks guys.” Hamton said, “I thought you were going to say I was a weenie or something.”
Plucky laughed, “Oh you are a weenie Hamton. The weeniest in Acme Acres,” he said, clapping the pig on the back, “But you’re probably the only guy that’ll get a second date with Fifi. That’s gotta count for something. There will be a second date right?”
“Yup. I’m taking her out for ice-cream this weekend. How did your dates go?”
Plucky and Buster merely grinned at their friend, leaving Hamton’s face red.
“Oh my! That good huh?”
Plucky gave a thumbs up “ Shirley’s back nine has officially been ploughed. And then some.”
Buster made the okay sign to Plucky, “Way to go Plucky. Not a bad second place since you didn’t get do the hose thing.”
Plucky waggled his brow, “Who says we didn’t?”
“No way. I’m calling you out on that duck.” Buster said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Plucky sighed, “Okay Okay, I confess.” he began, before slyly whispering, “She didn’t have ice cream so we had to use frozen yogurt.”
Buster went wide-eyed, “No. Way.”
Hamton could only look from one to the other in confusion, “Will someone explain to me what—No. On second thought I don’t want to know.”
“What about you long ears. You live up to that cotton tail of yours?” Plucky asked as he gave his blue comrade a jovial nudge.
Buster only grinned. They all laughed, Then came the voice from above.
“Well, well, well. I think we have three happy customers here. What do you think Concorde?”
The trio momentarily looked about them for the source of the soft and familiar voice before looking to each other and, in unison, up to see a little pink Canary. and a purple buzzard floating siting on a tree-branch overhead.
“Oh hey you two. Had a good one at the Prom?” Buster said with a wave.
“Yup Yup” Concorde replied.
Sweetie, the little, pink canary, quickly added, “And we’ll have an even better time once you boys pay up for ‘services rendered’.”
Plucky was the first to pony up. “Money well spent in my opinion.” he said.
Buster was next, “I dunno. Seems like we’d have gotten lucky even if we didn’t know about the bet. But a deal’s a deal.” He handed over the cash none the less. Like any rabbit he valued his kneecaps.
“True” said Sweetie, counting out the bills. “But you wouldn’t have been prepared”
“Hamton came forward last, “I guess you’re right there Sweetie. Thanks.”
Sweetie considered, “You know Hamton. Since you were the one that didn’t laid last night it’d be greedy of me to charge you full-price. So how about say, half-off and we call it even?”
Concord frowned and gave Sweetie light knock on the head with his beak.
“Ow! Okay fine. No charge for the pig.”
Plucky and Buster chuckled at their porcine friend.
“Well I’ll be. Guess hopeless romantics don’t always finish last. Eh Plucky?” said Buster, giving Hamton’s head a friendly rub.
Plucky merely shrugged, “The pig got his. I got mine.”
Hamton looked to Sweetie. “You sure about that. I mean we had a deal, and I never planned on doing anything…er crazy last night anyway.”
Sweetie waved the money away, “Yeah, yeah, but I heard about your date with Fifi. What can I say. I’m a sucker for romance. I was gonna let you off but I er…forgot. until the buzzard reminded me.”
“Wow Hammy. Sweetie’s letting you off. I’d say you got luckier than we did.” said Buster as they continued on their way.
[***]
Twenty minutes later the trio parted ways; Hamton smiling to himself as he walked the last mile. He was eager to get home. Eager to get back to his room and the special secret he had hidden away there. He had not come away from the date as empty-handed as he’d allowed his friends to believe. It was neither lying or a sin of omission as far as Hamton was concerned. Their date had ended when he and Fifi said goodnight to each other as far as Hamton was concerned and he was quite sure Fifi had come to the same reasoning given Sweetie’s reaction.
In all fairness he hadnot omitted anything spectacular.. He himself wasn’t even aware until a good five minutes later. After their long kiss. After he had said goodnight to his family and returned to his room, he found it; tucked neatly into the coat pocket of his tuxedo pocket. It was soft, red and lacy and trimmed with white frills. He would spend the rest of the night wondering, imagining, dreaming about how and when Fifi had gotten them off without him noticing—among other things.
THE END
That’s all folks
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i Well that's done and I really hope you all enjoyed reading this little bit of smut. I threw this chapter in as a bit of a "Thank You" Bonus. As always, don't be shy about comments or reviews. and again. Thank's for reading.
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