Space Jam 3: A Monument to Mankind's Hubris
God Will Punish Us For Our Transgressions
"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!"
Space Jam 3: A Monument to Mankind's Hubris
Big Mac’s Ballin’ on the Court
Pinkie Pie tapped on her microphone, making sure it was on. "Testing, testing...Good evening, everyone and everypony! Welcome back to the third Space Jam game. I'm Pinkie Pie, coming to you live from the announcers' desk. I'm joined by my celebrity guest commentator, Dennis Rodman!"
"Thank you, Pinkie. You know, some NBA all-stars would question their sanity if they found themselves talking to a pink cartoon pony, but not me."
"You certainly are built different! Any thoughts on our competitors tonight?"
"I've seen a lot of teams in my day, from the Chicago Bulls at their peak to the North Korean national team, but this might be the weirdest lineup I've ever seen!"
"That's right, D-Rod. It's the Looney Tunes' Tune Squad vs. the ponies, and the stakes couldn't be higher! With Warner Brothers buying out Discovery, this match will decide whether or not MLP will get a shitty reboot on Cartoon Network!"
"Truly, a fate worse than death. Things aren't looking good for the ponies at all. At the tail end of the second quarter, it's 45-36, with the Tune Squad in the lead. Lola Bunny's been putting in the work tonight. She's been dunking non-stop. That girl's got mad hops!"
"Well, she is a bunny rabbit."
True enough, Lola was in the middle of another attempt to score, weaving between the ponies on a course for the net. The only pony in place to screen her was Big Mac, but the lumbering stallion didn't have the agility to stop her from dunking again.
A cheer went up from the toons in the crowd, while the ponies booed. The only onlookers who seemed to not be excited were the cheerleaders; Fluttershy looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there, wearing a "Team Pony" cheer outfit and pom-poms, and Penelope Pussycat looked much the same in her matching Tune Squad outfit.
D-Rod scratched his head, perplexed. "You know, they say female athletes can't dunk, but that rabbit's proving them wrong!"
Meanwhile, the attitude of the ponies on the court was less impressed. The team huddled up, and everypony ganged up on Big Mac.
"Dang it, Mac!" Applejack growled, "You're lettin' yourself get beaten by a girl!"
"It ain't easy," he complained, "I can't jump that high, and it ain't like I can just swat her out of the air; I might hurt her!"
Rainbow Dash groaned, "Grow some balls, dude! Nopony cares. Be as rough as you need, as long as you don't get fouled."
"Just think of what'll happen if we lose," Twilight added. "If she keeps scoring like this, we'll have to do a show on Cartoon Network! Do you know what that means?"
Rarity explained, "We'll get put on hiatus for months at a time, then suddenly have half the season released over the course of a week, and then have the show cancelled for tax purposes!"
Everypony gasped in terror, scarcely able to believe that Warner Brothers could have such an awful distribution model.
With that in mind, Big Mac started playing more aggressively when the game resumed. Lola was hard-pressed to get a throw past him, but she still had her dunk. Running up to the hoop, she jumped with the ball, trying to get over Big Mac's defense.
The ponies were at a disadvantage, as they only had hooves instead of hands. Big Mac had to try and grab the ball with his teeth but came up short.
*KER-CRASH!!!*
D-Rod winced as Big Mac and Lola tumbled to the floor. "Ooh, that's gonna be a foul!"
"It sure is," Pinkie added. Angel Bunny (who had been made referee, since he was from Equestria, but also a rabbit) blew a whistle from the sidelines.
"Looks like we'll be seeing some free throws later on because of that!"
"And that's not all we'll be seeing!" Pinkie added, pointing at Lola.
Mac hadn't been able to reach the ball, but he had been able to just barely grab Lola's shorts. As he got up, he found that he was still hanging onto them. His eyes practically popped out of his head as he looked at Lola.
"Hey, watch it, bub!" Lola growled as she stood up, rubbing her bruised behind. She froze with alarm as she realized that her ass was uncovered. Mac had accidentally pantsed her, exposing her bare bunny butt to the world.
Blushing, she tried to cover up her pussy and her crack with either hand. Realizing she'd need one hand to grab her shorts back, she was forced to flash her tight asshole to the crowd for an instant as she snatched them from Big Mac. She tugged them back on, but the waistband had been stretched while they were pulled off. The moment she took her hands off of them they dropped comically to the floor, giving Big Mac -- and everyone else -- a view of her pussy.
She glared daggers at Big Mac as ponies and toons started to laugh and wolf-whistle at her from the stands. "What are you morons all laughing at!" she yelled. "Most of us normally never wear pants in our cartoons anyway!"
Still, Lola had no choice but to keep playing without her bottoms on. Her only consolation was that now Big Mac was too embarrassed to block her effectively. When she went for the hoop, Big Mac tried to avert his eyes and keep his hooves to himself. Despite his efforts, he still got an eyeful of her crotch when she went for a dunk. Mac tried not to think about how close Lola was getting to him, how her half-naked body bumped against him when he tried to block her, how cute she looked when she was embarrassed.
"Aw, heck," Applejack groaned. "As if things couldn't get any worse; Looks like 'Little Big Mac' is wakin' up!"
Big Mac's mottled cock slowly dropped from its sheath as he couldn't help but ogle Lola's tight butt. Another round of laughs and whistles broke out, this time directed at him. As his cock plumped up to its full size, Lola came up again with the ball.
This time, she balked. She stared at Mac's stiff stallion sausage for a few moments before shaking her head. "Snap out of it," she muttered to herself as she tried to get around Mac. But this time, she shied away from him, trying to avoid contact with his throbbing member.
"Come on, doll, make the shot!" Bugs Bunny yelled, "You're running outta' time!" Sure enough, there were only a few seconds left on the shot clock.
"Don't rush me," she snipped back, "and don't call me 'doll'!" Lola went all-in. Leaping for the hoop, she went to dunk as Big Mac jumped to intercept her.
*SLAM!!!*
They collided in mid-air, the ball barely grazing the rim before bouncing off and flying away. The two players crashed to the ground as the shot clock blared. Mac landed, sprawled on his back, his rod pointing straight up.
And Lola landed pussy-first on Big Mac's cock.
"Aaah--AAAHHHHIIEE~!!!" Lola moaned, her legs twitching as gravity plunged Mac's shaft into her.
"That's certainly a unique way of keeping the other team's best player pinned," D-Rod commented. "Even back in my prime, I would have never thought of using that move!"
The ponies took possession of the ball, but all eyes were on Lola Bunny's spasming body as she tried to adjust to the unexpected fullness in her pussy. Even if she had been prepared, getting railed by Bug Mac wasn't something you could just dust yourself off and walk away from.
Under her, Big Mac groaned, both at the bump forming on his noggin from the hard landing and the pleasant feeling on his cock. Once he took in the situation, he tried to extricate himself from the awkward position.
"S-Sorry!" he whined as he shifted his hips. His attempts to escape only ended up grinding his stallionhood in and out of Lola's slit. "Sorry! Sorry," he repeated. Every time he moved, he just pumped her pussy even harder.
"Why hasn't the ref put a stop to this?" D-Rod wondered aloud. Angel Bunny stood staring at Lola, too preoccupied with watching her bunny cunny get stretched out by Big Mac's meat to blow his whistle.
Picking up the ball, Rainbow Dash paused by Big Mac and whispered, "Pretty sharp thinking, dude! Lola's their MVP, but as long as she's getting her cooch pounded, she can't score any points!" before zipping off to join the game.
Big Mac protested, "I didn't mean to--"
"It don't matter, Big Mac!" Applejack responded as she ran by. "I ain't thrilled either that my own kin's knocking boots in public, but if it wins us this game you'll have to tough it out and breed that bunny!"
Big Mac gulped, but his sister was right. He was going to have to fuck Lola Bunny silly.
For the greater good.
Reaching up with his horsey teeth, Mac ripped off the front of the Tune Squad jersey, exposing Lola Bunny's big naturals. She squealed as he ramped up the power of his thrusts. He went from trying to get her off of him to just plain old trying to get her off.
"Oh gu--hhuuaahhgh!!" Lola groaned as Big Mac railed her from below. She tried to lift herself off of his shaft, but her muscles gave out and she plopped right back down, entombing the whole length in her. After that, she didn't even want to get off of his dick. Her brains were scrambled just as thoroughly as her pussy.
Flexing his hips, Big Mac bucked into her, his hefty balls loudly slapping against the base of her tail. His orbs struck her cheeks with such force they practically spanked her ass red. Even though he was doing it for the sake of Equestria, Mac was losing himself in the passion of the moment.
The Tune Squad watched, worried that their MVP was getting taken out of the game so easily. "Get it together, Lola!" Bugs shouted, "You're gonna lose us the game if you don't hop off that dick!"
Lola's response was a loud, lewd scream as a geyser of girlcum squirted onto Big Mac, soaking him where his body pressed against hers. She slumped, limp as a ragdoll as he continued to hammer her from below.
Mac was rutting her like a wild beast, but he was still a true southern gentleman. "Are you okay, Miss?" he asked. He tried to make his thrusts more gentle; He needed to keep Lola busy, but it wasn't like he needed to leave her pussy beat up, battered, and bruised.
But Lola was a tough cookie. She licked her lips, replying, "Oh, yeah -- that's some good cock!" Grabbing Mac's equine ears, she started to bounce on his cock of her own volition. The bunny gyrated her hips, throwing her ass in a circle as she speared herself on Big Mac's pole.
*THWAP THWAP THWAP*
"I haven't been fucked like this in ages," she said, Mac's fat cock slipping and sliding through her wet snatch. Mac groaned, writhing on his back, the tables thoroughly turned on him. Lola was in control now, and she was riding him like a rented mule. He watched as his length disappeared over and over again into her embrace.
"Come on, dude," Rainbow Dash yelled. "You're making us all look bad!"
"Yeah, Big Mac," Applejack added, "Show that dang rabbit how we do things in Equestria!"
Big Mac snorted out a blast of hot air, knowing he had to take control, for the pride of ponies everywhere. With a mighty whinny, turned the tables back on Lola.
"NEEEEIIGH!!!"
The ponies in the stands jumped out of their seats, cheering as Big Mac flipped Lola on her back, getting up on all fours. He grabbed the scruff of her neck with his teeth, hoisting her onto her hands and knees. Her asshole winked at him from beneath her tail, and the whole crowd got a good view of her hot, hungry pussy. Big Mac slid his member into her vagina, claiming dominance over her as the ponies yelled, "Way to go, Big Mac!"
"There he goes, using the classic 'pony style' maneuver," Pinkie commented. "That girl's in for the ride of her life!"
Lola was thoroughly broken, her tongue wagging from her mouth as she took it from behind. She had never been bred like this before, never taken a cock so hard, so thick, so manly. Mac's spunk-swollen nuts slapped against her clit, sending a tingle through her nerves like an electric shock, from the top of her ears to the tips of her paws.
"Atta' boy, Mac!" Applejack cheered, "That's the Apple-family way!"
*PLAP PLAP PLAP!*
Mac gritted his teeth, the tendons on his neck popping out as he strained. A groan rumbled out of his throat, "I'm...I'm gonna cum!"
Lola's whiskers twitched in anticipation. She was more than ready for the stud to drop his heavy load into her. The whole while, the crowd went wild. The ponies cheered, the toons jeered, and all eyes were locked on Big Mac as he let out a groan that echoed through the stadium.
"EEEEEEYUP!!!"
A tsunami of spunk flooded into Lola, blasting the bunny's ready womb. Her belly bulged as his flare pumped her full of stallion batter. He shot out so much that it overflowed, splattering against the wooden floor of the court in steaming hot ropes.
Big Mac gasped and grunted, struggling to remain on his hooves as he poured burst after burst of cum into Lola. It was exhausting, filling a cunt up with all that jizz. Lola, meanwhile, was on cloud nine. A blissful smile was spread across her face as the fire in her loins was doused with cum.
By the time Mac was done, Lola sported a bump in her belly that left her looking like a woman that was eight months pregnant. She panted, "I...uh...I don't think I can play anymore tonight."
Up at the commentator's desk, Pinkie and D-rod watched as the two athletes left the court, a pair of substitutes taking their places.
"Well, that certainly was an unorthodox strategy!" Pinkie commented. "And that brings us to the end of the second quarter. Before we cut to commercial, let's see what our celebrity guest commentator, Dennis Rodman, has to say. Any thoughts on what we've seen in this first half of the game?"
"I've gotta say, that was the freakiest, kinkiest thing I've ever seen -- and you know that means a lot coming from someone who dated Madonna!"
