Space Jam 3: A Monument to Mankind's Hubris

"TARNATION, NOT AGAIN!!!"

Yosemite Sam threw his hat on the ground and hopped in anger as Bugs Bunny failed to block Applejack's three-pointer. The Tune Squad had lost their lead since Big Mac fucked Lola Bunny into submission. Worse, Bugs was fumbling the ball, distracted by the tent in his shorts.

"Quit fallin' and get back to ballin', ya rotten varmint!" Sam screamed, his face red with rage. "And you, get your head in the game!" He snapped at Pepé Le Pew, who was too busy flirting with the cheerleaders to score any points.

"Mais hélas, Monsieur Yosemite, I am a lover, not a fighter," Pepé cooed as he schmoozed closer to Penelope Pussycat.

"Hey, there's a thought!" Bugs remarked. Loosening the drawstring on his shorts, he explained, "If we can't outplay 'em, maybe we can out-lay 'em!"

When the Ponies got the ball back in possession, Rainbow Dash passed the ball to Twilight Sparkle for a layup. When Twilight jumped for it, Bugs jumped too -- right out of his shorts. Bugs easily kept the ball out of the net as he dunked his own balls into the purple pony's open mouth.

"GHHAAGHHKK!!!" Twilight gagged as Bugs' fuzzy sack filled her mouth.

"Oh, sorry!" Bugs mockingly apologized. "Let me fix that for you, princess!" Rather than pull his nuts out, Bugs popped the rest of his member past her wet lips before grabbing her equine ears and fucking her face. The rascally rabbit's hips were a blur, mashing his groin into Twilight's face as she choked on his dick and balls.

"There's a reason why 'goin' at it like rabbits' is a sayin', princess." Bugs joked, his fluffy tail shaking as he humped with astounding speed. "This guy knows what I'm talking about, dont'cha?"

Bugs pointed a thumb to Angel Bunny, who watched the scene with delight instead of giving out any penalties. The smaller bunny stamped his foot in approval of Bugs' buck-wild fuck-style.

Before long, Bugs reached his climax, flooding Twilight's mouth with his carrot-flavored cum. Holding tight onto Twilight's head, she could do nothing but swallow it all. By the time his rabbit sausage slid limply out of her mouth, her cum-bloated belly was swollen to 'Big Chungus' levels.

Twilight's eyes narrowed at Bugs. She wasn't going to be playing anymore in her condition, but she wasn't going to let her team roll over and lose.

"Of course, you realize," Twilight growled, pausing to let out a quiet, cum-scented burp, "This. Means. WAR."

Twilight's declaration set off an avalanche of debauchery. Applejack pulled out a lasso and caught Yosemite Sam in midair. The grumpy gunslinger squealed like a pig as she hogtied him before ripping off his pants and riding him cowgirl-style.

Pepé Le Pew crept up behind Rarity. "Ah, mademoiselle," he purred as he wrapped his arms around her, "I can resist your allure no longer! *Smooch-smooch-smooch!*" He peppered her with kisses, pressing his body against hers.

Rarity grimaced as the salacious skunk's smell reached her nostrils. "Ew, what is that horrid smell! Haven't you ever heard of a bath?"

Pepé huffed, "Moi? Take a bath? Such an act would be a crime against the women of the world, to deprive them of my fragrant French musk!" Rarity groaned, more annoyed than anything as he rammed his cock inside her.

Rainbow Dash chased Road Runner up and down the court, the two blue blurs zipping around too fast for the crowd to follow. She closed the distance on him, inch by inch, until she was close enough to touch his tailfeathers. With one last burst of speed, she swooped down like a hawk. Grabbing his head, Dash shoved his beak into her muff, the two of them tumbling in a flurry of feathers.

When Gilda got the ball, she found herself standing opposite a smug coyote. He stood at ease, with his hands behind his back and a cocky smirk on his face. "Aren't you gonna try and keep me from dunking this?" Gilda asked suspiciously.

He shook his head. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a business card and showed it to her.

Wil E. Coyote
GENIUS
Have Brain, Will Travel.

She rolled her eyes. "So, what? You think you're going to get me just by standing there?"

He nodded.

"How do you figure?"

He silently pulled out a sign that read:

Because you are a bird-brain. Ha-ha. That is a gryphon joke.

"Oh, fuck off!"

Gilda sped by Wil E. Coyote so fast that he twirled around, ending up facing the Tune Squad's net. He shook his head in mock disappointment. That poor, stupid gryphon, he thought as he undid the drawstring of his shorts. Gilda shot a sneer at him, seeing him pull out his throbbing red rocket.

"Watch this, you lame mutt!" She zoomed toward the net, her talons winding the ball up for a badass dunk, and --

*KER-BONK!!!*

Gilda fell for the oldest trick in the book: The classic "forced perspective painting on a brick wall" ruse. If she were a genius like Wil E. Coyote, she'd never have fallen for it. But as it was, Wil E. watched Gilda bounce back, hurtling ass-over-head until her leonine hindquarters were on a carefully calculated trajectory for his coyote-cock. Carefully aiming his tip towards her gash, all he had to do was let gravity do the work and she would land right on top of his dog dick.

"Buh--Bu-CAAAAWKK!!!" Gilda squawked like a chicken as the knot of Wil E.'s wiener popped into her, like an egg laid in reverse. He smiled with satisfaction as he bent over to pound her doggy-style.

Both teams subbed in new players to replace their comrades. The instant she got subbed in, however, Princess Celestia didn't even head for the ball. She sailed straight over the court to the opposing bench and flung her ass at Marvin the Martian. He barely managed to cry for help before her royal sun-butt smashed his head into the floor with an earth-shattering "KA-BOOM!" He was thankful he was wearing his helmet as her ass smothered his face.

"This is chaos", D-Rod yelled into the microphone as Taz zoomed over to the pony bench and drilled Daring Do's tight marehood. The Tasmanian Devil screwed the explorer silly, wrapping her up in a whirlwind of fucking. "Is the referee even watching this shit?" D-Rod asked.

Angel had been watching, but he'd wandered off to the cheerleaders when his dick got too hard to handle. Now he was busy hammering Penelope Pussycat's pussy. She still held her pom-poms, shaking them with every thrust. Beside her, Fluttershy got spit-roasted by Sylvester and Tweety Bird.

"At least the fans seem to like it!" Pinkie commented. "In fact, they really, really like it!"

That was an understatement; a full-blown orgy had broken out in the stands, with Toons fucking ponies and vis-versa.

The Dover Boys of Pimento University - Tom, Dick, and Larry, by name - each gave the Pie sisters the old college try. Maud, Marble, and Limestone laid on their backs while the strapping lads rocked their worlds.

Finding the young mares taken, Dan Backslide (coward, bully, cad, and thief) snapped in disappointment. "Drat them! Double-Drat them! Confound those Dover Boys!" He consoled himself by fucking Cloudy Quartz while Igneous Pie was distracted, too focused on plowing his horsecock into Dainty Doris Standpipe.

Witch Hazel cackled, her wand sparkling as she magically compelled Sunburst to fuck her while Gossamer the Monster ravaged Starlight Glimmer's cunt.

Princess Luna and Princess Cadance were on their knees, worshipping the heroic shaft of DUCK DODGERS, HERO OF THE TWENTY-FOURTH AND A HALFTH CENTURY. Shining Armor didn't mind as his wife licked Dodgers' duck-dick with reverence.

Shining remarked, "Wow, I can't believe my wife is blowing the Duck Dodgers!" He channeled his awe into a heroic performance of his own, pumping his cock into Queen Tyr'ahnee with equine strength that would have made Catherine the Great blush.

The Monstars were absolutely ruining the Wonderbolts, but the slutty pegasi were loving it. Misty Fly's face was already covered in a layer of creamy spunk, while Vapor Trail screamed in pleasure and pain as her asshole got railed. While Vapor Trail got anally probed, Fleetfoot jerked two dicks off with her hooves, blowing one, then the other. The athlete gasped for air every time the aliens pulled their enormous cocks out of her slobbery thrussy.

Spitfire shouted out commands like a drill instructor at High Wind, making her subordinate work the Monstar's balls while she rode his shaft. "Come on, show him what you're made of! No, don't just lick them; Suck them! You're making us all look bad! Do you want these guys to think that Wonderbolts don't even know how to treat a man's balls right?"

Minerva Mink watched the Wonderbolts from afar. She wistfully sighed, "Those lucky girls. I wish that I had a bunch of hot, big-dicked athletes to turn me into a cock-gobbling slob! But I guess some girls just can't catch a break."

"*Ahem,*" somepony cleared their throat behind her.

Minerva turned to see four male Wonderbolts hovering behind her. Soarin, Thunderlane, Sky Stinger, and Bulk Biceps flew in midair, their throbbing jock-cocks hanging beneath them. "Hot-diggity!" Minerva yelled as she dove at the horny stallions. Within moments, all four Wonderbolts were inside of her, with Soarin and Sky Stinger sharing her mouth.

D-Rod averted his gaze when he saw what Granny Smith was getting up to with Slappy the Squirrel. "This is a disgrace to the great sport of basketball," he roared, "And If I'm the one saying that, you know things are fucked! They're all just porking each other!"

"Hey now!"

D-Rod turned his head. Beside him, Pinkie had rolled out of her chair at the commentator's desk, bending over to get fucked by Porky Pig.

"I f-f-find that remark to be offensive to pi...uh...pi...pi...um...offensive to Porcine-Americans."

Beneath him, Pinkie reached for her microphone and signed off.

"Th-th-th-that's all, folks!"