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The hot, steamy summer air felt like a thick blanket over the convention. Trix was tired of this stupid cartoon character convention every year. He didn't fit in with anyone else there. Or maybe the problem was that he DID fit in. He was just as wacky and zany as everyone else there. It overwhelmed him, truthfully, trix wanted to feel special. He was the ONLY one stealing the trix cereal. He HATED that the stupid irish bitch-ass leprechaun that stole his idea.
“Someday i’ll put MY hands on his stupid lucky charms!” Trix grumbled under his breath as he approached the con’s bar. With fists balled in anger, he ordered a drink. It arrived shortly and he sipped it tentatively, knowing he never cared for the burn of alcohol.
“Aye whatr you drinkin, boy?” A sharp, husky growl came from trix’s left. His fluffy ears pricked at the sound as he whipped around to face him. It was chester cheetah! Trix was too stunned to speak.
“I fancy myself a whisky drinka” Trix’s eyes flitted down from chesters face to the drink in his manly paw. It was a shot of whiskey with cheetos mushily swimming atop of it. He recoiled in disgust. The horrid combination was enough to make him speak.
“What the fuck?!”
Chester caught on to what trix was looking at and chuckled heartily, bearing his fangs. Trix shivered. “What, you dont put trix in your drinks? Its celebratory.”
Trix bristled with anger, his soft paws and feeble claws digging into the wood of the bar table. “You dont watch much tv huh.” He spat back. Chester looked confused. He lifted his sunglasses for a moment and got a good look at him.
“Oh shit, youre that rabbit, right. Your whole thing is never getting any of your merchandise.” Chester chuckled again, more nervously this time.
“Oh f-fuck you! Asshole-” He took a bigger swig of his cotton candy brandy this time, trying to drown out everything around him.
“Gladly, sweetha’t” Chesters australian accent rasped out, and trix barely heard it. But then his brain processed it.
“WHAT?!”
Trix’s face felt hot and flushed, and he instantly looked back down at his drink when he saw the toothy smirk on chesters face. “So youre gay?” he said softly.
“Eh, really more like i’ll take whatever i can get. Gender doesnt make a difference, ya dig?”
“Pansexual. Theres a word for that, you caveman.” Trix hissed.
“Aw, what, youre callin me dumb, mate?”
“Mhm. Are you always this dumb or are you drunk?”
Chester looked away in thought, and for a second trix wondered if he had actually upset the cheetah. “I try not to drink much.” He said simply.
Truthfully, trix usually tried not to drink either, he didnt want to end up like his mother. With that thought in his mind, he abandoned his drink and left the bar hastily, choosing to busy himself with some other area of the of the con.
Trix gazed up at all of the body pillows on display, crinkling his nose at some of them. He picked out the one he wanted and shamefully paid the vendor 120$. He looked at the pillow in ecstasy. It was his one and only childhood crush; the pink panther! The man was so suave and smart, he just knew that the cool cat would be able to steal the trix for him. He was a kind man.
A voice rumbled out behind him. “So ya like big cats?” Trix whipped around, horny pillow in hands, the sexy side facing out so that Chester got a perfect view of the fuschia cat's DONG.
When trix didn’t know what to say, chester spoke up.”Heh, maybe i do have a chawnce then.”
Trix suddenly felt a jolt of confidence. “Y-yeah, maybe you do.” He met the cheetahs gaze for the first time that night.
Chester noticed that trix’s eyes had more depth to them than he thought. At a first glance they were dark and beady, but when inspected further they had purple and pink shines to them. He realized how pretty the young rabbit really was. “How bout we go back to my place then, aye mate?”
Trix tensed, still pissed off at the cheetahs rudeness earlier, commenting on how trix cant get his cereal. “What if i'm not even into men, fag?” He snapped!
Chester simply lowered his sunglasses again, looking between him and his newly purchased slutty man pillow. His eyebrows waggled. Trix cringed, was he really about to fuck this dumb, idiot man?
“Awl roight well if you don't want to, dont. But I'm in room 169 at the Flamin’ Hot Hotel on Cheet Street. Meet me at 9pm if you want some of this .”
And with that, the cheeta back off and walked away.
Trix knocked on the door hesitantly. Chester appeared instantly in the doorway, looking almost nervous. He was freshly showered and in a black bathrobe. “Trix, you actually showed.”
The lace-white rabbit pushed chester back by the chest. He glared up at him, ears twitching. His paw traced down the cheetahs bare chest and gently parted the robe. Chester suddenly felt nervous. “U-uhm,.” He panted, his usually suave tone lowering to a shy rumble.
“What, change your mind?” Trix looked at him genuinely, but with a teasing tone of voice.
“No! Of course not, i just… Im not…” Chester flustered. Trix turned Chester around so his back was facing the door, and then swiftly pushed him back against it. The big cat huffed as he was winded.
“Not what, Chester?” Trix pushed his body up against him, his fluffy plush chest squishing comfortably against the cheetahs more firm one.
Chester shivered at his name being used by the once timid bunny. Maybe having control in bed made the bunny feel less anxious, he thought. But still. “I usually t-top, mate.”
“Not tonight, unless you dont wanna get busy.” He glared into the cats eyes fiercely. “You think im gonna let some dumb, meathead cheetah fuck me like a cheap whore? Who do you think i am? If you want me so bad you're gonna have to put up with this…” He’d gotten the mans robe fully opened by now and was dipping fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He pulled the elastic back and let it snap against chesters abdomen.
“Look, i ain't exactly one to be taken without a fight.” He growled, seeming to adjust to the bunnies newfound dominance.
“I accept that challenge.” Trix grabbed the cheetahs wrists and pinned him against the door hard.
Chester boomed out a laugh, and trix didn't know why. Until Chester lunged out and grasped trix’s ears in his strong jaws. Cheeto dust lingered on his teeth and coated the rabbits ears as he bit softly. “AEUGH!!” Trix let go in disgust.
Chester laughed through his closed jaw, then released. He made quick work of spinning the rabbit around by the hips and speedily leading him to the bed. “Don't get your nasty dust on me! Your staining my fur, dickhead!!” Trix whined as Chester pushed his head down into the bed and pressed his hips up against trix’s. Trix’s whine of disgust turned into a needy one.
“Aye mate, it ain’t easy being cheezy.” He said his catchphrase before placing his big, cheesy hands on the rabbits hips again. Trix wriggled, remembering he was supposed to be fighting for dominance. This attempt was quickly stopped in its tracks as Chester pushed him down in place again.
Chester growled as he entered the man underneath him. Trix screeched, grabbing the bedsheets fiercely.
“ Cmon babygirl, lets make a balanced breakfast together! ” Chester said into trix’s ears.
The next morning, trix didnt want to leave their messy bed. Maybe cheetos and trix did go together.