This story contains scenes of a sexual nature engaged in by consenting toons. If you are not of legal age to read such a story, or if such material offends you, do not read this story.
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The flyer was printed on bright, glossy paper. In the top corner was a picture of Gogo Dodo, dressed in a neatly pressed white suit, smiling sexily. The borders of the pages were decorated with a continuous frieze of erotically intertwined toons. Large, bold letters made the pitch, in front of a faded copy of some sort of a map.
Need something special to spice up your love life? Do you enjoy playing games with your lover? What about some friendly competition with other couples? Well then get your tails down to Wackyland to experience our newest attraction:
Part race, part obstacle course, and part maze, it’s the newest, greatest and most unique sexual theme park in the tooniverse! "Not to mention the hottest!! It is, it is, yes," Gogo said, his picture coming to life to make the comment. The view in drew back a little as he did, revealing the back of a head, clad in a jet black Egyptian-style wig and diadem, bobbing forward and back just below the Dodo's waist. TTBSLand is filled with specially designed encounter areas where couples are given sexual challenges to solve in order to move on to the next part of the course, all while trying to get to the finish line with the best time. And we don’t just mean the shortest time- you and your lover will have the best time of your lives right here! Thanks to our location in the Lunatic Fringe of Wacklyland, chances are that every time you visit us your experience there will be entirely new and different. You never know what will happen as you make your way through the attraction. Special encounter areas have been created for you to explore your sexuality in, with special features you'll need to make use of if you want to win. The TTBSland Race is a highly interactive game. If two or more couples arrive in the same encounter at the same time, they will have to engage in the activities of that area together, watching one another or joining in more intimately as they all see fit. Just how "together" you want to do it is open to your own interpretation, so no one will have to do something that they would rather not do. You'll be competing as a team, so if you and your partner become separated, you'll have to spend time trying to find each other before you can cross the finish line. And remember, this is taking place in Wackyland, so if at one point you are in an area where you are told that you need to do something that you've always thought was impossible, just remember our motto, "IT CAN HAPPEN HERE!" For more information about how to arrange for a visit, and for more details about the attraction itself, contact the Wackyland Tourist Board and dial extension 69. "Go on, go on, what are you waiting for?!" demanded Gogo's picture.
Sphynxy peeked in from the bottom of the picture, licking her choppers. "That's right, get moving!" she giggled. Buster looked up from the flyer in his hand. "Well, this is supposed ta be the place," he said. "Sure LOOKS like the place," Babs agreed. She pointed to the ground, where a very large X had been painted, along with a label that simply stated, "The Place." Buster and Babs were standing in Wackyland with Plucky, Shirley, Hamton and Fifi, all looking around impatiently. Each of them was feeling eager to get started, and a little apprehensive as well, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into, but very curious to find out. "So where's the stupid Wackyland Tourist Board?!" Plucky demanded. Hamton said, "The brochure said we could make contact with them right here. I’m sure they’ll be here soon." There was a shout from the distance. "Right you are, sir! The tourist board will make contact right about... now!" The six toons turned around and did a six-way eye-stretching take when they saw Gogo, dressed in his white suit, straining to hold onto the end a very long plank of wood. The other end of the board was attached to a small, neat brick structure that nobody had noticed – Wackyland Tourist Center, said a sign. Gogo was holding the plank bent horizontally, like a very large bow. As soon as Gogo saw them looking at him, he let it go. The end of the plank swung around with an awesome whoosh, just giving the toonsters time to notice the words "tourist board" painted on the wood before it reached them. WHACK! All six of them had flinched away at the last moment, and the board caught them each square on the butt with a fearsome slapping sound. They were flung high in the air, so fast that in no time they crashed through the background, leaving 6 toon-shaped holes in the sky over Wackland. Actually, there were eight such holes.. but more on that in a moment. Seconds later, the toons were hurtling over a wide stretch of thickly forested land, divided into dozens of small and large clearings connected by meandering paths. Off to one side was a large clearing that was bright with pavement and a big blue pool. They lost sight of it when they passed low over a range of mountains shaped like rounded cones, all in different colors, and a dark and forbidding swamp. They flew toward a high bank that completely surrounded the forest, missing the top of the bank by a few scant feet. On the other side was a wide green space which they saw only for a moment before they all landed in a heap on a huge mattress. Rubbing their abused fannies, the six toons made their way across the mattress and slipped off of it. They were in a green meadow, not far from the tall, grassy bank. Four archways pierced the bank, under an arching sign that read, "TTBSLand – est 1994 – The *naughtiest* place on Earth". The arches were each closed with tall wooden gates. There were pavilions with benches set up on the grass near the archways, and in one of them, the toons spotted Monty and Elmyra, talking to.. Gogo Dodo! "But wasn't he just…" Hamton said. Fifi put her hand on his snout to hush him. "Nevair mind, Hamtone, she whispered. "Tryeeng to feegure ze Dodo out wheel geef you ze headache." "But that's not fair. I'm rich!" Monty was shouting. "Rules are rules, sir," Gogo said to him, officiously. "You must wait for the rest of your party to arrive. Ah, here they are now." Monty turned and glared at the newly arrived toons. "Them?! I'm not goin' in any stupid theme park with these losers!!" Elmyra looked crestfallen. "Oh, but Monty-wonty, you promised!" She reached out for his cheek, gently turning his head so that he was looking into her eyes. "I don't care if there are duckies, and cute bunnies, and the piggy and the stinky kitty," she said quietly. Her other hand alighted on the fly of his trousers, and began to gently rub the bump hidden beneath the fabric. "As long as my Monty-wonty is there. Let's go to the fucky–wucky park, Monty. Pleeeeeease?" As she spoke, she rubbed his crotch more and more firmly, and that which it concealed quickly hardened under her fingers. Monty grinned happily at her for a long moment, before remembering that he was irritated. "Fine, whatever," he said gruffly. "We can go in with the zoo rejects." "Yay!" said Elmyra, giving him a big hug. Monty turned slightly blue from the pressure. Meanwhile, Gogo had hopped up on a convenient soap box to address everyone. "Hello, hello," he said, "Welcome to TTBSland!! Now that we are all here, let's just go over the rules, shall we?" He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a large leatherbound book. "Now let me see… oh yes. Rule number ONE! Everyone must have a date!" Gogo reached into his lapel pocket and pulled out a small brown fruit. The other toons looked sourly at the date in Gogo's hand. Puns were everywhere in Wacklyand, but that one was lame. Suddenly the date began to quiver and shake in the Dodo's hand. Its skin cracked in half like an eggshell. With a loud POP, an attractive winged spinx flew out of the tiny fruit and wrapped herself around Gogo. Sphinxy hugged Gogo from behind and reached one hand inside his jacket to rub his chest sexily. "Item one, check," she giggled. "Uhm, yeah, right," said Gogo as he pondered pistachio ice cream. "Item two.... Gogo droned on for several moments about various rules, regulations and items interest, being constantly ignored by the four couples who were waiting to get started. When he started to bring up something about moving obstacles, Monty, deciding he'd rather be rude than bored, looked over at Buster and shouted, "Hey, Rabbit! How about a little side bet? Fifty bucks says Elmyra and me get across the finish line before you and Babs do!" Buster looked up from the map he was studying to give Babs an inquisitive look. When she shrugged and nodded at him, he turned back to Monty and said, "Okay, it's a bet!" "OOooOOoo!" exclaimed Elmyra when she heard the challenge be accepted. "We're gonna race the Hippity Hops!" "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea afterall," muttered Babs under her breath. "Why do you say that, Babsaloo?" asked Buster as he gave her a friendly elbow in the side. "I mean, it's an absolute sure thing, we are gonna KICK Monty's butt!" "Hey, whaddya mean by that, rabbit!?" demanded Monty as he looked over at Buster. "Simple, Monty ol' pal," Buster said snidely. "We are, as you just pointed out, rabbits. You are a furless human. Remember, this isn't just a race. It's a sex contest. We are faster AND hornier than any human, especially you!" Monty's pride was stung. "Oh yeah? Well then how's about putting your money where your dick is? Forget the fifty. *Five hundred* says Elmyra and me not only get there first, but that we will have outscrewed you on the way as well!" "Monty, it's a bet. In fact..." "Can we get this thing started?" interupted Plucky with irritation. He was already struggling to keep himself pouched, and he wanted to get Shirley alone as quickly as possible. "Like, chill, Plucky," said Shirley with a slight grin, "You'll totally get your chance," and she gave his pouch a casual pat. "Let's go........" Plucky wailed plaintively. "Nervous, Fifi?" asked Hamton as he took her hand. "Oui, joost a leetle, boot Ah wheel be fine. And so wheel vous!" As she said the latter, she reached the tip of her tail around to tickle his chin with it. Hamton could only giggle in response. Becoming aware of the fact that no one was paying any attention to him as he explained the details of the game, and being somewhat flusted by Sphynxy furiously pumping his erection with her hands, Gogo looked looked crosseyed at the participants and asked, "Doesn't anyone wanna hear the rest of the rules?" "No!!" all eight of them shouted. "Okay..." said Gogo warily. "Then get going!" Needing no further encouragement, the four pairs of amorous toons opened their entrance door, and so embarked on their adventure. Each door opened into a small clearing in a shrubbery type maze with four pathways leading away from the door and into the course. It was now up to each couple to choose one of the paths, and see where it would take them. As soon as they were gone, Gogo could finally take Sphynxy's action no longer. With a cry of "Oh kumquats and raisins!" he shot off his load hit himself on the head with a mallet at the same time. Standing dazed in pain, and the aftermath of pleasure, Sphynxy let go of his softening member before looking to the now closed entryways. "You should of listened to Gogo," she muttered. "Yeah," agreed Gogo as he recovered enough to stuff himself back into his pouch. "They'll be sorry..."
Buster and Babs entered the course, and they immediately had no idea where they should go. "Four possibilities, Babsie, which one you want?" "Four?" asked Babs with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I thought there were only three." "Heh heh heh," said Buster as he smiled back at her. "Maybe so, but that's not what I meant." "It's not?" asked Babs as she put an obviously phony pout on her face. "Why not?" Buster had no response for that question, as he knew that none was needed. Taking Babs by the hand he led her to the far left pathway. "Come on," he said. "Let's try this way." "Lead on, loverbunny!" said Babs with enthusiasm as they started on their way. "Say, Buster," she asked almost right away, do you hear something headed this way?" "I'm not sure, toots, let's find out."
As soon as the door to their entryway closed, Plucky pulled Shirley to him and kissed her hard. "Oh I want you," he murmured as he slipped his hand up under her sweater. Before he could get up high enough to touch his objective though, Shirley pushed away from him and said, "Like, you totally gotta catch me first!" and with an impish grin she reached down to fully depouch him before she hurried off into the maze. "Hey, Shirl!" cried Plucky plaintively. "WAIT!" and he tore off after her. Never losing site of his loon lover, Plucky stayed on her tail until they reached another juncture of several possible pathways. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed with triumph as he grabbed her by the wrist. "Like, totally," agreed Shirley as she let Plucky sweep her into his arms for a passionate kiss. The kiss was hot and loving, full of lust and desire, and it was suddenly and disturbingly interrupted by a call of, "OOooOOoo!! Lookit the cute ducky-heads Monty- Wonty!" "Oh great..." Monty muttered when he realized that he and Elmyra had walked in on the amorous waterfowl. Just then, all of the possible ways out of the small clearing they were in completely closed themselves off and Gogo popped up out of the ground. "Cuckoo, cuckoo!" he cried, "If you don't think a foursome is the only way out you're cuckoo!" "WHAT?!?" cried Plucky and Monty in unison. "There is no way I'm gonna get anywhere near that embrace of death!" added Plucky as he looked shakily at Elmyra. "No no no!" said Gogo as he turned his head around 360 degrees, apparently not knowing it was impossible, or just forgetting to shake it, or perhaps both. "Just watching each other do something is enough to get you out," and he sank back down into the ground. "Tee hee hee!" said Elmyra once Gogo was gone. "C'mon, Monty, this might be fun!" and she dropped down to her hands and knees, presenting her rump to Monty as she flipped up her skirt. "Eh, why not?" said Monty as he greedily eyed her blue panties. Kneeling behind her, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. He casually rubbed it between the juncture of her legs a few times before looking over at Plucky and saying, "I'll do it, but there is no way I am letting you see my gal naked, Duck." Turning his attention back to Elmyra, he slipped his fingers up Elmyra's thigh and into her panties to pull them slightly aside so he could maneuver himself into her through the leghole. "Ooohhhh..." gasped Elmyra as she felt him enter her. "Don't fight it, Papa!" "Who, me?" asked Monty as he started to slowly pump himself within her. "Like, why should they totally have all the fun, er some junk?" asked Shirley as she looked at Plucky inquisitively. "Why indeed?" asked Plucky as wrapped his arm around Shirley's waist. Dropping down to his knees, he pulled Shirley down to the ground and laid her on her back as he spread her legs so he could kneel between them. Propping her legs up on his shoulders, Plucky reached down to maneuver his duckhood to the little tuft of golden hair that had revealed itself with Shirley's arousal. After brushing himself through that for a few seconds, he gently slipped himself lower, and then into her with a very slow and deliberate push. Shirley moaned with delight as she felt Plucky entering into her, and running her hands up her sides, she pulled her sweater up to her chin, revealing that she had not worn a bra for this little adventure. "Like, touch my tits, Plucky," she whispered as she gyrated her hips forward to grind her insides on what Plucky had placed inside of her. Plucky's only response was to lean forwards as much as he could against Shirley's legs so he could reach down to comply with her request as he started to pump himself within her. For the next several moments, the two couples made hard and fast love, and all the while, the four of them kept stealing glances over at the other couple, just to see what they were doing. But, given the intensity of how hard they were going at each other, it was not some activity that lasted for very long. Elmyra was the first to approach the peak of her enjoyment. "Oh, MONTY!" she suddenly cried. "I... I'm g-gonna cu -cu. OOOooo!!" Her eyes crossed in delight as waves of pleasure started to wash over her body. Her arms gave out and she fell down onto her elbows even as her orgasm caused her vaginal muscles to grip Monty that much tighter, drawing him more deeply into her body as she convulsed in delight. Knowing full well what was happening to Elmyra, Monty picked up his pace, eager to enjoy himself as much as she was enjoying hers. As Elmyra fell to her elbows, Monty gave her a couple of extra hard thrusts, and with an "URK!" of delight, he was shooting his pleasure up into her body as he leaned a little further forward to wrap his arms around her waist. "Here we go, Shirl!" said Plucky about then as he started humping her with even more intensity. "Like, uunnngghh!" grunted Shirley as she rolled her head back a bit and let her mouth fall open with delight. "Shhhiiirrllllll....." Plucky gasped then as he slammed into her one final time as his delight was squirted into his lovers body. "Pluuck-eeee" she cried as she internally felt his splashes of love push her over the edge herself into ultimate satisfaction. Soon, Monty, Elmyra, Plucky and Shirley were all gasping for breath as their respective pleasures subsided. Plucky was the first to fully recover, and opening his eyes, he smiled down on Shirley before taking his hands off her breasts to pull her sweater back down again. "Don't wanna let Monty see these," he murmured quietly. "Yeah, like I'd really wanna look, Duck," said Monty as he pulled out of Elmyra and flipped her skirt down before stuffing his member back into his pants. "Like, chill guys," said Shirley as she rolled over onto her side. Looking at Elmyra, she said, "Like, I was surprised. He looked totally competent, er some junk." "Oh yeah," said Elmyra with a foolish grin. "My Monty-Wonty's a great lover." It was then that the various pathways away from where they were opened back up again. Standing up, Elmyra took Monty by the hand and said, "C'mon, Monty. We still wanna beat the Hippity Hops," and they pair took off back into the maze once more. "Never thought I'd agree with Elmyra," said Plucky as he helped Shirley to her feet, "but she does have a point. "She totally does," agreed Shirley as she repouched Plucky's spent member and smoothed her own feathers over to hide herself again. "Like, lead on."
Hamton and Fifi entered the course, unsure of where it was that they should go. "Wheech way do we go, Hamton?" "Uhm, well, how about this way?" Not really paying much attention to their surroundings, Hamton and Fifi just plodded their way through the maze, hoping that they were headed in the right direction. Eventually, they came to a small clearing with two possible exits. "Hey, what's that?" asked Hamton as he pointed at what looked like a control panel in the center of the clearing. Going over to the device, they saw that it had a single large red button on it that was labeled, "DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON." "Zat eez eenteresting." said Fifi as she reached out to push it. "Fifi!" said Hamton as he pushed her hand away from it. "It might be dangerous. Come on, let's go this way," and he started towards the left exit from the clearing. Fifi looked after Hamton for a moment, but still wondered about the button. "Ah doubt zat eet is dangerous," she murmured. "After all, we are here to have zee foon," and stealing a quick glance over at Hamton to make sure he wasn't looking, she pushed the button. Almost immediately, a trap door opened beneath Hamton's feet. "Fifiiiiiii..." he cried as he slid down the trap and was lost from sight. "HAMTON!!!" cried Fifi in a panic. She re-pushed the button, but the trap did not reopen. "Oh what do Ah do?" It was then the Gogo arrived, walking on his hands. "You were warned," he said. "Now you gotta find him again. Head that way, and good luck!" Having nothing more to say, Gogo promptly exploded, leaving Fifi to stare at where he had been in disbelief. "Well," she said with a sad sigh, "Ah guess I have to fine heem," and she started out in the direction that Gogo had indicated. Hamton meanwhile found himself sliding down a slippery tube until he was suddenly dropped out of it in what was apparently another part of the maze. Shaking his head to clear it, he saw Gogo standing over him, chewing on piece of beef jerky. "Gogo?" he asked. "What happened?" "Fifi pushed that button she did. That's what happened." "Oh no!" said Hamton with distress. "What do I do now?" "Now you gotta find her," said Gogo simply. Pointing to his left he added, "The finish line is that way." Then, pointing to his right, he said, "But Fifi's somewhere back that way. Bye!" and he promptly vanished in a flash of green light. "Oh well," said Hamton with a heavy sigh, and he headed off to look for Fifi.
"'Let's try this way,'" said Babs with sarcasm. "'Let's find out,'" she added just as dryly. "Why did I *ever* let you pick out the path?" "I dunno, Babs," replied Buster with chagrin. Both of them were securely strapped into Buddy and Cookie's Spanking Machine, which to two Two Tones were apparently pulling through the course on a horse drawn carriage as one of four "moving traps" that had been inserted into the maze at random starting points, and the two bunnies had been caught in it. "You really shoulda made a choice," said Buddy as he finished securing Buster and Babs to the machine. "Yes, you should," agreed Cookie as she, much to the bunnies surprise started to take off her clothes. "Hey," asked Buster when he saw that. "What gives?" "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," said Buddy as he too disrobed. The now nude Buddy and Cookie exchanged a quick kiss before they broke apart and happily skipped over a small raised platform on either side of the machine, with Buster and Babs between them. Cookie took the one to Buster's left while Buddy grabbed the one on Babs right. "If you'd choosed, one of you would get to do what we now have to do for both of you," explained Buddy. "Not that we mind," added Cookie as she pressed a button next to her platform. Buddy did the same to his platform, and a beam of light suddenly shot out of the Spanking Machine to scan the toons who had pressed the activation buttons. After a few seconds, the lights went out, and on the platform in front of Buddy, a very realistic and aroused looking hologram of Cookie had appeared, and on the one on front of Cookie, there was a corresponding hologram of Buddy. "You really shoulda made a choice," said Buddy as he climbed up on top of the Cookie hologram. As he slowly pushed his erection into the holo-Cookie's most private of places, a largish hand emerged from out of the machine and positioned itself over Babs behind. "Absolutely," agreed Cookie as she straddled the holo-Buddy. Then, as she carefully impaled herself on its erection, another hand came out of the machine to position itself over Buster's bottom. "I got a bad feeling about this..." muttered Buster when he saw what had happened. "Oh, and I don't?" asked Babs with sarcastic fear. "WaaaHH!!!" they both cried as Buddy and Cookie started making love to their holo-lovers, the large hands raining down on the bunnies behinds in perfect timing to the two tones frenetic gyrations.
"Right-o, Shirl," said Plucky as he considered which way to go. "Uhm... wait here a second." "Like, why?" "Well, I wanna take look down the left passage, if I like what I see, I'll come back to get you and we'll go that way. If I don't, we'll take the right one." "Mondo bad idea, Plucky," said Shirley with a shake of her head. "You'll just get, like, totally lost, er some junk." "No I won't," Plucky assured her. "Trust me. I have a great sense of direction. Be right back!" and before Shirley could answer him, he dashed down the left passage. "Like, that's totally what I'm afraid of," she muttered. "Great for getting lost." As soon as he turned the corner and was cut off from Shirley's line of site, Plucky pulled out his course map and studied it carefully. "If I'm right, we're pretty close to the field of beds. Oh, Shirl, what I am gonna do to you if I can find them!" With his erection starting to reform, Plucky quickened his search to see if he was where he thought he was. After checking 4 possible pathways and not finding anything, he realized that the field must be down the right path from the place where he left Shirley. "Okay," he said with satisfaction, "now I know where to go. All I gotta do is go back and..." Plucky's voice trailed off when he turned around to retrace his steps. There were four possible paths behind him. "Uh-oh..." he murmured... Shirley meanwhile waited back in the clearing where Plucky had left her, growing more impatient. "Like, he better not be totally playing with himself," she muttered when he did not return after several moments. "If he is, I'll flay his behind good. And then I'll..." Shirley's dark musings were cut off by a plaintive cry of "Shiirrrlllleeeee...." from somewhere ahead of her in the maze. She couldn't help but grin as she shook her head. "He got lost," she stated flatly, and she started down the path he had taken in hopes of finding him.
Fifi continued on her way through the maze, searching in vain for Hamton. "Oh I feel so stoopeed," she said to herself as she plodded onwards. "Why deed Ah have to poosh that silly booton?" Fifi had no answer for herself as she continued onward. At one point, her pathway climbed a small hill that came up over the hedges. Looking around she saw that she had passed by one of the special areas on the map that she and Hamton had looked at before entering the course. "Zho zee caneing fields are behind moi," she said thoughtfully as she looked forward again. "Zat means zat Ah am..." Fifi stopped herself when she realized what she had just said. "Maybee we should come back here so Hamton can use one of zhose canes on mah behind for pooshing zat booton!" Unable to suppress a grin at that though, Fifi realized that she was feeling a little horny at the prospect of being caned by her porcine lover. She had to find him, and fast! "Hamton!" she called out. "Where are vous?" When there was no answer, so Fifi just sighed and with a shrug of her shoulder, she kept going.
"This way," said Monty to Elmyra as he led her onwards into the maze. "Where are we going, Monty-head?" "To the finish line, I hope," said Monty. "And hopefully along the way, we'll find someplace where we can stop and screw without being watched." "Tee hee hee hee," giggled Elmyra when she heard Monty say that. "Well then hurry up Snookums!"
As Buddy and Cookie rode away with their Spanking Machine in tow, Buster and Babs stood and stared at each other as they rubbed their sore behinds. "Well that was certainly annoying," said Babs as she clenched her bottom. "At least they didn't bare my butt first." "Speak for yourself," said Buster, sounding almost miserable. "Hey, it's not my fault you don't wear any pants." Buster finally cracked a smile. "I thought you liked that about me." "Heh heh, I do," admitted Babs. "It does have its, advantages." "You can say that again, Barbara Anne," said Buster playfully as he reached out to kiss her." "It does have its advantages," said Babs as she puckered up to return the kiss. Then, breaking out of Buster's embrace, she promptly pulled out a mallet and flattened him to the ground. "And don't call me that," she said calmly. "Oog..." said Buster as he painfully popped himself back into shape. "Okay," he managed to cough out. "You'll learn, someday," said Babs as she smiled at him once more. "Come on, let's get back on the trail." "Okay, Babs. But this time, you choose the path." "Riiight," said Babs as she carefully considered which way to go. "How about this way?" and she pointed at the middle of three possible pathways. "Fine with me, Babsie, let's go." Arm in arm, the two bunnies again started on their way towards the finish line. They had not gotten far though when a trap door suddenly opened beneath them and they found themselves falling down a slippery slide. "Oh great, muttered Babs as they fell. "Now what?"
"Plucky?" called Shirley, and she listened for a response. "Shirl?" she heard Plucky answer from someplace in front of her. "Where are you?" "Like, totally over this way. Can you hear me, or some junk?" "Yeah, yeah, keep talking!" "Like, I'm over here, where are you." "Nearby, I think. With any luck I... GAH!" "What's wrong?" "Ah, I just stepped on a pine cone." "Are you totally okay?" "I think so. Keep talking, we'll find each other." "And walking," agreed Shirley as she, and she assumed Plucky did their best to find the spot where the others voice was coming from. They did notice that they were having to shout less, and were obviously getting closer to each other. Finally, after much confusion, they did managed to both turn into the same passageway. "Like, totally cosmic," said Shirley when she saw him. "Yeah whatever," said Plucky with a role of his eyes. Then, with a shrug of admission, he added, "I guess separating wasn't such a good idea. "Like, you can say that again, er some junk." "I can, but I won't," agreed Plucky as he took out his map. "Now let's see if I can figure out about where we are." "I think we're somewhere after the caneing fields," said Shirley. "Is that regret I hear in your voice?" "Like, totally," Shirley admitted with a sly look in her eyes. "Well, come on," said Plucky as he took her by the hand. "We may still have other chances." "Or some junk," said Shirley somewhat crypticly. "Hey," she said then as they heard what sounded like approaching hoofbeats, "what's that?" "I dunno. But if we wait here, we'll soon find out." Amazed that Plucky has said something logical, Shirley just nodded her head, and the two of them waited to see what was coming towards them. When the source of the sound became clear, Shirley's eyes widened with excitement. "Like, totally cool," she whispered. "Oh boy!" said Plucky with enthusiasm as he rubbed his hands together. "This is gonna be fun!" "Well well well," said Buddy as he drove his Spanking Machine into the pathway where Plucky and Shirley were standing. "Two naughty waterfowl in need of correction. "Who's gonna get it?" "Like, I am, er some junk!" and pulled off her sweater and climbed up onto the spanking platform that Babs had been secured to earlier. "I've always wanted to try one of these things!" said Plucky as he quickly strapped her into the device. "Is that too tight?" he asked her when he had fastened the last of her restraints. "Nah," said Shirley as she looked back over he shoulder to smile at him. "It's, like, fine." "Great!" said Plucky as he gave her fanny a quick swat. "Then let's get started!" Hurrying over to the platform to Shirley's side, Plucky pulled off his t-shirt and pressed the activation button. Soon he was bathed in the scanning light, and when the one that looked where the other spanker would have stood had then been one could find nothing, it reoriented itself and scanned Shirley instead. After a few seconds, the scanners deactivated, and a nude, and very aroused hologram of Shirley was laying on the platform that Plucky stood in front of. "Here we go!" said Plucky with eagerness as he climbed up to mount he image of Shirley that lay before him. As Plucky slowly pressed himself into the holo-Shirley and the large hand came out that was to spank her positioned itself over her funny, Buddy looked at Cookie and said, "Looks to me like they know what they're doing." "Yeah," said Cookie with just a hint of disappointment. "It sure does." "Oh well, we'll just have to make do," said Buddy as he suddenly pulled Cookie over his lap. "Do you agree?" "Of course I do, silly!" "Good," said Buddy as he bared her bottom. "Then here I go." Shirley could not help but hear Buddy giving Cookie a spanking. She couldn't see the two old two tones though, as they were hidden from her view by the machine that she was strapped into. She was also frustratingly aware of the fact that her own fanny was still unspanked. Twisting her head to look at Plucky, he saw him laying motionless atop her holo-self, firmly imbedded within it, but not doing anything. "Like, Plucky?" she asked. "You gonna, like, get started, er some junk?" "Huh?" asked Plucky as he opened his eyes to look down at the holo-Shirley. "Oh!" he added as he turned to look at the real one. "Sorry, Shirl, but this thing feels great! It's just like you." "I'll take that as a compliment," said Shirley. "I think." "Oh really?" asked Plucky. "Well then how will you take this?" and he pumped himself forcefully within the hollo-Shirley a couple of times. Shirley gasped with delight as the big hand forcefully slapped her fanny twice in perfect timing to Plucky's thrusts. "Ohhh..." she cooed with desire as she felt the stinging warmth in her behind. "Like, do it some more," "Right-o!" said Plucky, and he did what he was asked. As Plucky joyfully pumped away at the holo-Shirley, the Machine's hand repeatedly rained down on the real Shirley's behind. As it began to redden from the repeated, and fast, swats, Shirley reveled in the exquisite warmth that was spreading over her bottom, even as it was punctuated by the sharp sting of the hand. Shirley didn't fully understand how she got such a sexual charge out of being spanked, she just knew that she did. There was *something* about the playfulness and intimacy of the whole thing that she really enjoyed. That her behind would be sore for a while afterwards didn't really bother her, much, and it was a small price to pay for the pleasure that it brought her. Part of her mind realized that the mechanical wooden hand was a lot less sensual that Plucky's would have been, or even a paddle wielded by that hand would be, but it also stung less that a switch, so the overall effect was about the same. It was this overall effect that the rest, indeed most, of her mind was focused on, that she was thoroughly enjoying her spanking in a blatantly sexual way. Turning her head to look at Plucky, she saw him happily humping herself, and seeing that only increased her enjoyment. With her breath growing shallow as her pleasure increased, she clenched her teeth and hissed to him, "Like, faster, Plucky!" Plucky, for his part, was also enjoying himself thoroughly. The hologram beneath him looked, felt, and was even managing to react just like the real Shirley did when she was beneath him, and he liked that surprising fact. He was enjoying it so much that he soon found himself getting ready to climax when he heard Shirley's hissing request for more speed. Swallowing hard, he paused for just a moment to steel himself before he went at the holo-Shirley with all the enthusiasm he could put into his actions. "Naaaaahhh!!!" cried Shirley as her spanking intensified. After only a few more of these hopped up swats, she tumbled over the edge into ultimate delight, calling out Plucky's name as she writhed against her restraints in ecxtasy. Plucky looked over to see Shirley gyrating in an obviously orgasmic frenzy. Knowing that this had happened to her pleased Plucky greatly, and he somehow managed to pump the holo-Shirley even faster, both to intensify Shirley's pleasure, and to bring about his own as well. It didn't take long for his efforts to pay off. With a cry of "Narlahahahrrrghh..." he was suddenly spurting his pleasure into the Shirley hologram as he closed his bill on hers for an intense kiss. As his pleasure subsided, Plucky gave the holo-Shirley a couple of involuntary pumps, causing the real Shirley to squeal with delight as she got a couple of lighter, post- orgasm swats. Then, with a final sigh, Plucky pulled out of the hologram, causing the mechanical hand to retract back into the machine. As that happened, Plucky rose to his knees to see the hologram fade away, and he reached out his hand to lay it on Shirley's bum. "You okay?" he asked her. "Like, totally fine, Plucky. That was mondo intense." "Yeah," Plucky agreed as he slid off the platform he was kneeling on so he could undo Shirley's restraints. "I love you, Shirl," he said once he had freed her. Shirley hopped down off the machine and immediately reached behind herself to rub her bottom. Giving Plucky a smile, she said, "I love you too, or some junk," and she leaned forward to kiss him. The kiss was interrupted when Cookie suddenly squealed out in delight, having been finally brought to her own peak of enjoyment at Buddy's firm hand. They took a moment to calm down, and as Cookie slid off Buddy's lap, she said, "C'mon, Buddy. Let's go find someone who doesn't know what they're doing." "Okay, Cookie," said Buddy, and with a flick of the horses reigns, he drove the Spanking Machine away to search for more users. Shirley couldn't help but laugh as she watched them drive away. "Like they are so totally weird, or some junk." "You got that right," agreed Plucky as he picked up Shirley's sweater and handed it to her. "Shall we continue?" "Totally," said Shirley as she took the sweater and pulled it on. "Let's go." "Right," said Plucky as he put on his own T-shirt. But, as he reached down to repouch his duckhood, Shirley said, "Like, leave it out. Yer gonna need it, or some junk." Plucky noticed then that Shirley had not bothered to smooth over her feathers, leaving her lower tuft of golden hair, and what was beneath it, in plain sight, and that her nipples were clearly pushing hard at the fabric of her sweater. "Whatever you want, Shirl," he said with a grin as he took ahold of her hand and led her farther into the maze. "Like, that's the idea..." she said, letting the statement hand so Plucky would wonder exactly what it was that she meant.
Hamton continued back up the pathway, hoping that he would find Fifi, and find her soon. He was feeling frustrated and lonely without her, and truth be told, just a little horny, so he really wanted to find her as quickly as possible. "Fifi?" he called out in the hope that she would answer, but she didn't" "Oh well," he said with a sigh, "I guess I'll just keep looking." Without any clear idea of exactly where to look for her, Hamton just kept going in what he knew to be the general direction of the entrance to the maze, since he knew that she had to be someplace between it and him. At one point, he pulled out his crude map of the course to try and get his bearings, and he realized that he had to be fairly close to the edge of the Breastop Mountains, but he wasn't sure of exactly how close he actually was. Unfortunately, he was so intensely studying the map that he didn't see the large pit in front on him until he had fallen into it. "Oh..." he said as he swatted away the stars and comets that were circling his head from the fall. "Where am I?" As Hamton's head cleared itself of dizziness, he became very aware of the fact that he was now feeling inexplicably horny. Glancing down at his map again, he suddenly realized that he must have fallen into the Pit of Masturbation. He also knew that there was only one way to get out of that pit, and it had everything to do with its name. "I just wish Fifi was here to do this with me," he murmured as he took off his overalls, folded them neatly, and set them aside. Then, taking his cconsiderable pighood into his hand, he began to slowly stroke himself. "I sure hope this'll get me out of here," he said as he sank to his knees. The floor of the pit was soft and rather comfy, but Hamton paid it no mind as he gradually increased the force and speed with which he pumped himself. "Oh, Fifi..." he said longingly as he filled his mind with an image of her lying naked on his bed. Then he changed that image to one of her coated with mud, standing in the mudbath in his backyard. Then he imagined her wearing her Amazing Three get up, but with her pants pulled down as she knelt on the backseat of her Cadilac home, a European school cane sitting invitingly by her side. That image soon faded, and Fifi was again nude, her hands tied behind her back and to a tall pine tree, her body dripping with semen in the aftermath of having faced the Hamton firing squad. Hamton lingered on that image for a while as he continued to pump himself more intently, thinking that he'd like to do that to her again, and soon. He started to try to think of her in another intimate position, but before any clear images could form in his mind, his rigorous pumping paid off, and he was furiously squirting the walls of the pit with his piggy pleasure. "Fiii-ffffiiii...." he moaned as he let his orgasm take its course, and wished that she was there to see it. As the last of his spurts died out, Hamton opened his eyes to see that he had made quite a mess on the pit wall in front of him. Then, to his surprise it was seemingly absorbed into the walls and vanished. "Wow," he said as he considered what he had seen. "I wonder what that means?" Hamton then realized two things, first, that there was still no way for him to get out the pit, and second, his erection had reformed, and he was feeling just as horny now as he had been before he had relieved himself. "This is odd," he said as stood up and looked down at his fully erect pighood. "I've never rehardened so quickly before in my life." Then the realization came to him, the pit was somehow energizing his libido, and it had not yet "decided" to let him out, meaning he had only one course of action open to him, and he was holding it, literally, in the palm of his hand.
"Hey, waitasecond..." said Monty as he pulled out his map of the course and looked at it closely. He and Elmyra had just walked into the clearing where Hamton and Fifi had been separated, and he eyed the control panel suspiciously. "I wonder if..." "OooOOoOO!" said Elmyra with delight as she saw the device in the center of the clearing. "Lookit the pretty red button!" "Don't push that!" ordered Monty as he grabbed her by the wrist to keep her from dashing over to the control panel to do just that. "At least, not yet," he added thoughtfully. "What's the matter, Monty-Wonty?" asked Elmyra with genuine concern. "C'mere," he said as they walked over to the control panel. "If I'm right, not a thing," and he pushed the button. Immediately, the trap door that Hamton had fallen into opened up on the other side of the clearing. "Run," shouted Monty. "Down the slide!" The pair sprinted over to the open trapdoor, and both of them managed to jump down it before it closed again. Then, with an unceremonious drop, they fell back down into the maze when the slide reached its end. "Oof!" cried Elmyra, who had fallen hard on her rump. "That smarts!" "Eh, you've had worse," said Monty with a sly grin. Elmrya could only giggle as she knew full well what Monty was refereeing too. "Not here," she said very seriously. "But I will take one later, I promise." "Heh heh heh," said Monty as he helped to her feet. "You're on." "So where are we, Monty?" "Well, if this map is right, I *think* we just took a shorcut that put almost half way to the finish line." "OOooOOooOO!" squealed Elmyra with delight. "Do you know what that means?" "Heh heh, oh yeah. I means old blue boy owes me five hundred bucks!" "Besides that!" said Elmyra with forced patience. "What?" Now it was Elmyra's turn to smile coyly. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she said as she mussed his hair a little. "Come on, let's get going." "No argument there, toots," said Monty as they started on their way again. "Say," he asked her when they had not gone too far, you hear hoofbeats?"
Buster and Babs were unceremoniously dumped on the ground at the slides end. Babs fell flat on her back, but Buster fell down on his belly, with his face landing neatly in the fabric of Babs skirt between her thighs. "Oh, what a ride," said Babs as she shook her head. Then, seeing here Buster was, she added, "Come on, Blue Ears, get up." "But I like it here," came Buster's muffled reply." "Oh please," said Babs as she grabbed his ears and yanked him up. "Look at where we are. Buster extricated his ears from Babs hands so he could look around. At first he thought he they were in a small clearing in some sort of a large wheat field, but then he noticed that the tops of the "wheat" were hooked. "Uhm," he said tentatively as he took out his map. "I think I know where we are." "Don't bother with the map, said Babs dryly. "We're in the Cane Fields." "It does look that way," agreed Buster. In every direction for as far as the eye could see, old fashioned European style school canes were growing up out of the ground. "Uh, any idea which way the pathways are?" "Not a clue." "Well then I guess we'll just have to look for it. Come on." Leaving the clearing, the two bunnies pushed their way into the Cane Fields. The going was slow and difficult; the growing canes did not easily yield to them, and after fighting with the things for several minutes, they found themselves emerging from the field on the other side of the clearing that they had just left, only this time, Gogo was standing there waiting for them. "Silly rabbits," he said as they stared at him with surprise. "Canes are for bums." As Gogo said that, an old steam engine train rolled into the clearing. As it came to a stop one of the boxcars opened and a group of hoboes jumped down out of it. "Hey, pal," said one of them to Gogo. "Is this Hoboken?" "No!" shouted Gogo, and pulling out a giant tennis racket, he swept them all back into the boxcar and slammed its door tightly shut. "Eh, not that kind of bums," he said with a sigh. "What I meant was..." Gogo was interrupted again as a the doors to one of the passenger cars opened, and some of the most lovable bums of all time started to pile out of it, the final team roster of the Brooklyn Dodgers. "Hey, you, the funny lookin' boid. Is Ebbet's Feild near here?" With exasperation in his eyes, Gogo pulled out a large mallet and started to repeatedly clonk himself on the head with it. "Not *CLONK* that *CLONK* kind *CLONK* either! *CLONK!!* With dubious looks on their faces, the Dodgers turned to climb back up into the car. "So what do we do now?" asked one of them. "Eh, it's da off season. Let's go on vacation." "Where?" "How about LA?" "Sounds good t'me." As the train finally pulled away, Gogo tossed his mallet aside, and looking at the bunnies again, he said, "Now, as I was trying to say..." Just then, Sphynxy came into the clearing. "What *were* you saying, Gogo?" she asked him before turning around and wiggling her butt at him suggestively. Gogo's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her do that, and his tongue lolled out onto the ground, holding a tiny sign with the word, "WOW!" on it. Pulling himself back together, he grabbed a fresh cane out of the ground and said, "Hold that pose!" "You gotta catch me first!" she replied and she took off into the fields with Gogo fast behind her. "Well," said Buster when they had gone, "that was weird." "You think so?" asked Babs in all seriousness before she started giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly Gogo's head, his neck stretched back to his body somewhere in the fields, reappeared in the clearing. "Lookit," he said. "One of you has got to get caned. Then you can leave, so get to it!" and then his head retracted into the field to help his body hunt for Sphynxy. Buster and Babs eyed each other timidly. "My butts still sore," said Babs with mild irritation. "Mine too." "Why couldn't Plucky and Shirley wind up here? They'd probably like it." "Probably," agreed Buster. With a sigh, he plucked a fresh cane out of the ground and said, "Well, we may as well get it over with." "Yeah," said Babs as she held out her hand. "Gimme the cane and bend over." "ME?" asked Buster with surprise. "I was thinking you!" "Oh great," muttered Babs. "This is all we need." "How about you flip me for it?" "Great idea. Heads I win, tails you lose, okay?" "Okay," said Buster, and before he could say or do anything else, Babs tossed him up into the air, spinning head over heals till he fell back to the ground flat on his face, his tail sticking up in what looked to Babs like a very inviting manner. "Tails!" said Babs triumphantly as she picked up the cane. "You loose!" With a sigh, Buster resigned himself to his fate, when suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Hey! I couldn't win!" "So?" asked Babs as she walked over to his butt. "That's not fair." "Then why did you agree to it before I flipped you?" "I... uh..." Buster realized that he had been had. And he knew that Babs knew that he knew. "Stupid stupid stupid..." he muttered to himself. "Yep," agreed Babs. "But I still love you," and she brought the cane down forcefully on his behind. Buster dug his fingers into the ground and ground his teeth together against the rapid fire strokes that Babs was giving to his unprotected posterior. "This is worse than being paddled by Lola Bunny was," he somehow managed to remember. But then to his surprise, there was something else happening, he was getting a hard on. "Uh oh..." he thought to himself. Babs was grinning foolishly as she quickly caned Buster's upturned behind. She thought it was cute the way his butt quivered and his tail twitched under each stroke as it fell. She also thought the sight was oddly erotic. "Maybe you should consider wearing pants after all, Buster," she said teasingly as she continued to cane him. "Naarrgh...." was the only reply he could make. Rather abruptly, Babs stopped. "Okay Buster," she said playfully, "we're almost done." "What do you mean?" as he looked back over his shoulder at her. "Just one more," she promised. "You ready?" "Go ahead," he said with a sigh. "I just can't help myself!" Babs declared happily, and raising the cane up high, she brought down on Buster's glowing posterior with a resounding, "THWACK!!!" "YeeEEEOOUCH!" cried Buster as he shot five hundred feet up into the air, his arms flailing wildly as he plummeted back to the Earth. *CA-RASH!!!* With stars and planets circling his head, Buster climbed out of the bunny shaped crater that his impact had created. "That HURT!" he said to Babs as he reached behind himself to rub his buttocks. Doing that though only served to thrust out his erection towards Babs. "Really?" she asked as she looked hungrily down at his bunnyhood. "Looks mighty comfy to me." "Eh?" asked Buster with confusion, and he looked down. "Oh," he said when he saw what Babs was looking at. "Well..." There was as blur of motion and Babs was drawn into a roiling cloud of dust. Several seconds later, when the cloud had cleared, she found herself flat on her back and naked, with a just as naked Buster lying atop her with is erection fully inserted into her vagina. "Hey! How'd you get that in there?" "Don't you like it?" asked Buster as he started to slowly slide it back and forth. "Orlllmmmmnnnn...." cooed Babs as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "I do."
The look of determination on Shirley's face as she and Plucky walked through the maze was unmistakable. So was the brisk pace at which they were walking. "Do you know where we're going?" Plucky asked her. "Not exactly, or some junk." "Well, you're sure acting like you are." "That's just cause I totally know what I want." Now Plucky was confused. "I don't get it," he admitted. "Like, don't worry," she said with a smile. "You will." With a shrug, Plucky just kept going. "Whatever you say," he said, thinking that whatever it was, he was likely going to enjoy it. As the couple came to another juncture of several pathways, Shirley stopped to consider her path. She appeared to be concentrating as she looked at her possible options. Then, with excitement in her voice, she said, "Like, this way, and hurry! We don't wanna miss it, or some junk." Figuring that he was about to get laid, Plucky just grinned and followed Shirley as she led the way. Taking the leftmost pathway, and then the next right, they found what she was looking for. "Like, there it is!" she said as she pointed at it in triumph. Plucky, on the other hand, was completely surprised by what she had found.
Hamton was about to take himself in hand once again when he saw something happening to the pit wall in front of him. A smallish blob protruded out of the wall a bit at about waist hieght to him and started glowing a purplish color as it seemed to be reforming itself. He watched it for a few seconds with curiosity, and his eyes widened when he saw what the blob had become when it stopped glowing. Located in front of him was a perfect looking replica of a vagina. And it was not just any vagina. Hamton could plainly see that it was an exact replica of Fifi's. "I'd know that anywhere," he murmered as he shuffled over to it. "Fifi..." he whispered as he brushed the tip of his pighood across the thing. The familiarity was unmistakable, and after hesitating for only a moment, he slid his pighood into it, and was enveloped in its well remembered embrace. "Oh, yes, Fifi!" he said with excitement as he began to pump himself within the replica with great enthusiasm. In his mind, he imagined himself making love to Fifi as he pressed her back up against the wall of his kitchen back home, which was made all the more easy by the fact that he was standing in almost exactly the same position he would have been in if he was doing it for real. In fact, he could almost feel her tail slinking up his back as he closed his hands on her breasts, her firm nipples tickling his palms as he... The illusion shattered and Hamton's eyes flew open as he felt his enjoyment surging out of him. "Oh, Fifi," he gasped again as he pulsed into the replica of her most intimate of places, but wishing the whole time that it was the real thing. With a contented sigh, Hamton pulled out of the reproduced vagina and he couldn't help but feel a bit chagrined as he watched it fade from existence. He was further dismayed when he realized that there was still no way out of the pit he was in, and that his again reformed erection was all but demanding that he masturbate once more. "Oh well," he said as he took ahold of himself, "at least it's fun," and filled his mind with images of Fifi once more.
Monty and Elmyra were surprised to see a horse drawn wagon come out of a side passage into the one they were in being driven by Hello Nurse. There was a sign on the side of the wagon that said, "Hello Nurse's Traveling Medical Checkup Service." "I got a bad feeling about this," whispered Monty to Elmyra when he saw the sign. "Woah!" called Hello Nurse as she reigned in the horse pulling her wagon. "Well well well, "she said as she stepped down off the wagon. "Monty and Elmyra. Have you two learned to behave yourselves yet?" Monty found himself blushing profusely upon hearing that question, but Elmyra only giggled. "Of course not!" the silly redhead explained. "Where's the fun in that?" Hello Nurse shook her head and sighed. "Why am I not surprised? Okay you two, get inside and strip. I only examine patients in the nude." "Mommy," muttered Monty as he and Elmyra climbed up into the back of the wagon. Elmyra on the other hand seemed to be a lot more eager. "Take it easy, Monty- Wonty," she said reassuringly. "This'll be fun." "I hope so," said Monty as he looked around at the interior of the wagon. It looked for all the world like a regular doctors office. In the center of the room was the ubiquitous examination table, and on the one wall there as a large cabinet filled with medicine bottles and medical equipment. Across from that was a counter with a sink in it, and across from the door there were some hooks on the wall to hang clothes on. Seeing those, Monty shrugged off his jacket and said, "Well, maybe it won't be so bad." "It'll be *good,* Elmyra assured him as she too started to take off her clothes. Soon the both of them were sitting naked on the examination table, waiting for Hello Nurse to arrive. "I'm bored," said Monty after a few seconds, and he reached his hand over to run his fingers through the small tuft of curly red hair between Elmyra's legs that he so admired. "Keep that up and you won't be for long," she warned him. It was then that Hello Nurse came into the room. "The same as always," she smirked when she saw where Monty's hand was. When he quickly pulled it away, she held up her hand and said, "It's all right. In fact, for this checkup, it's needed." "What kind of a checkup, Miss Nursey-Head?" "Simple, Elmyra. I'm going to check your sexual health." Monty and Elmyra both grinned when they heard that. "What do we have to do?" asked Monty. "You," said Hello Nurse as she pointed at Monty, "need to get off that table." "How come?" he asked as he hopped off of it. "Simple,: said Hello Nurse as she walked over to Elmyra. "I need to take her temperature." Then, pulling out a thermometer, she looked at Elmyra and said, "You, turn over." "Ah heh heh heh," said Elmyra hesitatingly. "Do we hafta do it this way?" "Yes," was all that Hello Nurse said. "Okay," said Elmyra glumly as she turned over as requested. Monty's eyes grew wide as he watched Hello Nurse insert the thermometer into Elmyra's behind. And that wasn't the only thing that grew. Once the thermometer was in place, Hello Nurse turned to him and said, "Oh good. Fully erect." "What do I do now?" asked Monty, not knowing what he should think. Hello Nurse pulled out what looked like a blood pressure cuff, but it was really small, and it had an extra pump on it. "I use this," she told him. "But that'll never fit on my arm," he said with confusion. "It's not for your arm," she told him, and she set about wrapping it around his erection. "Heh heh heh," said Monty, smugly, "I see." "Not yet you don't," said Hello Nurse as she quickly pumped up the cuff, keeping a careful eye on the one of the two needle gauges as she did so. Elmyra watched in awe as she saw the cuff inflating around Monty's member. "Can I have one of those?" she asked Hello Nurse when she had finished inflating it. "We'll see," said Hello Nurse. Then, picking up the other pumper and started to gently squeeze it. "URK!" said Monty with surprise as the cuff somehow simulated the effect of intercourse. Hello Nurse steadily increased the speed and pressure with with she worked the pump, all the while keeping an eye on the needle gauges on the device. When Monty suddenly groaned as his pleasure shot out of him, she pushed a button to freeze the gauges before hurrying over to Elmyra to take the thermometer out of her behind. "Good news," she said as she read the instrument. "Your temperature is up half a degree." "What does that mean?" asked Elmyra. "It means that seeing Monty come made you all hot and bothered. That's normal." "Oh," said Elmyra. "Good." Hello Nurse then went back over to Monty and after recording the numbers on the gauges, she removed the cuff from around his slowly deflating penis. Then she checked her numbers against a chart on the wall, and after a few seconds she said, "Well, Monty, you came at a pressure and stroking speed that is well within normal parameters. That means that both of you are obviously taking proper care of each other's sexual needs." "I coulda told you that," said Monty with confusion. "Yeah, but it's not nearly as much fun," said Hello Nurse. Neither Monty nor Elmyra had a response for that statement, and they both realized that it was true. "Okay," said Hello Nurse after a moment, "you can get dressed now. You can go." "But, I wanna come!" protested Elmyra. "I can't help you with that," said Hello Nurse with a shake of her head. "Now hurry up. I've got other patients to find and check up on."
"Well, that was interesting," said Babs as she and Buster exited the Cane Fields to return to the maze. "Not the word I would choose, Babsie," said Buster as he rubbed his behind. "Oh come on, Buster," said Babs playfully, "it was all in fun." "Yeah, I know," he said with a grin. "But next time, you get it!" "Deal," agreed Babs. "Oops.." she added when she realized what she had agreed to. "Heh heh, sorry Babs, but as you have said, 'turnabout is fair play.'" "Me and my big mouth," she muttered as she shook her head. "Shall we get going? You've still got five hundred bucks on the line." "Oh yeah!" said Buster as he remembered. "C'mon, let's get going!" Buster took a moment to check his crude map of the course, and then he and Babs made their best guess and started on what they hoped would be the shortest path to the finish.
"Didn't we just leave this party?" asked Plucky when he saw what it was that Shirley had been so eager to find. "Totally," she agreed. "Oh great," said Buddy with disappointment from atop the driver's perch of his Spanking Machine, "you two again. Why couldn't we find someone less enthusiastic?" Ignoring Buddy's question, Plucky looked at Shirley and asked her, "I don't get it, Shirl. I mean," and he paused just long enough to bend her over so he could get a good view of her behind before standing her back up and saying, "your butt's not even fully recovered from last time yet." "That's totally okay," said Shirley with a grin. "Cuz, like this time, it's mondo not gonna be my butt that's getting it, or some junk." It took Plucky several seconds to realize what Shirley meant. "Uh, now waitasec, Shirl. You can't mean that! I mean..." "Like I totally do!" said Shirley with a smirk as she raised her hands. Plucky's eyes widened with fear as he saw the spark of energy passing betwixt her fingertips. Holding up his hands in a defensive gesture, he pleased, "Shirl, wait! Be reasonable. I mean, well, this is... How will it.... What if... URK! Plucky was cut off as trendles of energy flew off of Shirley's fingertips to envelop Plucky in yellowish light. They quickly peeled off his t-shirt before he was lifted off the ground and carried over to the Spanking Machine. Once her powers had secured Plucky to the machine, Shirley turned off the light show, and pulling off her sweater, she took her place at the operators station and pushed the activation button. Soon, there was a very aroused holo-Plucky lying on the platform waiting for her. "Totally cool," she whispered as she looked at holo-Plucky's erection. "Looks like they totally got it right." "Shirllll..." Plucky pleaded with her, knowing full well what was about to happen next. "Like, totally relax Plucky. I told you I'd like, make it worth your while, or some junk." With that, Shirley closed her eyes and concentrated. After only a few seconds, her Aura stepped out of her body, just as naked and aroused as Shirley was. "Like, you rang?" she asked. "Totally," said Shirley to her Aura. "You like, totally know what to do?" "Fer sure," said Shirley's Aura as she walked over to stand beneath Plucky as he was strapped into the machine. Reaching up to depouch him, she found him to indeed have an erection. "See," she called over to her host, "he was never really scared," and she promptly sucked him into her bill. "Oohhhhh...." gasped Plucky with delight as Shirley's Aura started to slide him back and forth within her astral bill, his erection tingling with delight from the sexual energy that she was letting flow into him. A tingling that went all the way up his shaft and flowed into his scrotum, seeming to submerge all of his privates with a warm glow of pleasantness. "Like, I told you you'd like it, or some junk," said Shirley with a grin as she climbed up onto the holo-Plucky to mount him. Positioning herself over his holohood, she carefully slid herself down on his length, causing the Spanking Machine to give Plucky three hard swats as she did so. "Yeeahhahahaaaoooollllmmmnnnnn," said Plucky as his response to the swats was overcome by the feeling of his duckhood being played with inside of Aura's bill. "A perfect match," surmised Shirley as she gyrated on the holograms erection for a few seconds before she started joyfully bouncing herself on it, causing the Spanking Machine to rain its hand down on Plucky's behind in perfect timing to her bounces. In his pleasure fogged mind, Plucky was very aware of the fact that his erection was clamped firmly in Aura's bill, and that his fanny felt like it was oddly warm. Truth be told, Plucky did not enjoy being spanked nearly as much as he enjoyed spanking Shirley, but he didn't exactly hate it either. For one thing, on those relatively infrequent occasions when he was the spankee, it always led to a threesome with Shirley and her Aura. This time though, Plucky was all but overwhelmed by having Aura sucking on him as he watched Shirley herself madly bouncing on his holographic image, even as he winced under the steady stream of swats that the machine was giving him. All of this led rather quickly to Plucky shooting off a large dosage of pleasure into Aura's bill, and she could not help but giggle as she tasted his flow pulsing in her mouth. Shirley too, through her Aura, could almost taste Plucky's enjoyment, and even as she ran her tongue over her lips in response to the taste, she ground herself down hard on the hologram of Plucky, finally triggering her own release of enjoyment. As she wriggled and jiggled with delight, the mechanical paddle that was linked to her movements became more staccatoed and less forceful in its swats to Plucky's reddened posterior, but he didn't seem to notice, or mind. Finally though, both, or rather all three, of them settled down from their fun, and with a final sigh of contentment, Shirley lifted herself off of the holo-Plucky and slid off the machine to release her lover from its restraints. As she reached up to unfasten him, she looked over at her Aura and asked, "Like, how totally was it, er some junk?" "Mondo cool," replied Aura. "I even, like, saved you some!" With that, Aura opened her mouth, and Shirley's eyes widened when she saw that she had not swallowed all of Plucky's pleasure, but had instead allowed some of it to pool in her bill. "Like, cool!" said Shirley, and leaving Plucky still fastened to the Spanking Machine, she went over to her Aura to get what was being offered. "Hey, Shirl!" Plucky started to protest, "get me outta this..." His protests died on his beak when he saw Shirley and her Aura embrace each other for a passionate kiss. "This.." he murmered as he watched the Loon of his dreams kissing a pale blue version of herself. Shirley knew that she was giving Plucky a show, but even as she felt his pleasure leave her Aura's mouth and enter her own so she could taste if for real, she could not help but also be more than a little aroused by what she was doing with her Aura. "Mmmnnn..." she moaned as she swallowed Aura's gift from Plucky, but still kept her lips mashed against her essence's. Then, without any further warning, Shirley hiccuped. "Oh shit!" said Aura as her eyes flew open, and then she winked out of existence as she was reabsorbed into Shirley. "Totally," said Shirley when she realized what had happened. Before Plucky could ask her what was going on, a very irritated Buddy called down to them, "Hey, get him outta there! We wanna get moving again!" "Like, okay. Just give me (hic) a couple of sec... (hic) seconds. Er some junk! (hic)" said Shirley as she quickly undid the rest of Plucky's restraints. "Finally!" said Plucky as she jumped down off the contraption and immediately reached behind himself to rub his fanny. "It's about time," said Buddy, and he drove the Spanking Machine off into the course once more. "What happened to Aura?" asked Plucky once they were gone. "Like, I (hic) totally got the (hic ) the hiccups." "Oh!" said Plucky knowingly. "Yeah, this (hic) is like totally a drag, er some (hic) some junk." "Well," said Plucky as he took out his map to check their location in the maze. "If I'm reading this correctly, and if we can find the right path, I think I know where I can get you a cure." Shirley looked at Plucky's map to see what he was indicating. "Hey, that'll like, (hic) totally work. If we can (hic) find them." "And if it works," Plucky added. "(Hic) Only one (hic) way to like, know, fer (hic) fer sure. Let's (hic) like go." "Right!" said Plucky. Looking at his map once more, he pointed at the pathway on their left. "This way," and taking Shirley's hand, they started back into the maze. "(HIC!)
Fifi meanwhile was still looking for Hamton. "Oh, Hamton," she said with consternation. "Where are vous?" She kept going, hoping that she would soon find her Piggy boyfriend, and then she was determined to make it up to him for getting them so foolishly separated. Turning another corner in the maze, she found herself standing on the edge of a high cliff with a safety rail to keep people from falling off of it. There were 5 possible paths back into the maze, but it was not those that Fifi was looking at. Rather, it was the observation telescope that was in front of the safety railing, and what was clearly visible in the distance; the Breastop Mountains. "Oh," said Fifi with surprise when she saw them. "Ah know where Ah am!" Overcome with curiosity, Fifi went over to the telescope, and after dropping a quarter in the slot to activate the thing, she swung it around to see if she could see Hamton anyplace in the mountains. The Breastop Mountains, in case you haven't guessed, were named that because they were in effect, giant breasts sticking up out of the landscape. They came covered with fur (or feathers) of various colors, and there were even a couple naked skin ones mixed into the range. Fifi could also see what was clearly a pert nipple at the summit of each mound that looked for all the world like it was waiting to be suckled. But, there was no sign of Hamton. As the telescope finally shuttered off, Fifi heaved a heavy sigh. "Le phooey!" she said as her lower lip jutted out in a pout. "No sign of heem. Oh well, back to zee searching." As she stepped away from the telescope though, Fifi suddenly realized something, her nipples had gone firm while she had been watching it, and as they peeked out from behind her fur, they simply ached to be touched. "Hamton..." she murmered whistlessly, wishing that he were here to do just that. Almost involuntarily, Fifi slid her hands up her abdomen to cup her breasts in her small hands. "Le oooo..." she cooed as she gave herself a squeeze. Then she let her fingers roam their way up to her nipples, and as she touched herself there, a jolt of pleasure shot through her body that was rather unexpected. "Le gasp!" she said with surprise. "Zees feels so good!" But Fifi's surprise was not yet complete. She twiddled her fingers around her nipples for a long several moments, reveling in the feel of her own touch, when as she gave her left one a gentle pinch, her eyes widened with surprise as she saw a steam of milk shoot out of it. "Oh la la!" she said with amazement. "Eet eez troo! Anytheen *can* happen in ze Wackyland!" Fifi could not help but grin foolishly as she looked down on her bosom, watching with wonderment as she used her fingers to squeeze a series of spurts out of her own tits. "Oh, Hamton," she mused as she watched her milk being squirted out onto the ground, "I wish vous was here for zees!" She kept milking herself, surprised at how erotic the process felt, and wishing all the while that Hamton was there to do what she was with his own fingers, or even better, his mouth, when she without warning found herself climaxing. "Le waahh!!" she cried as her pleasure washed over her body and she let her fumes escape from her tail so she could enjoy her orgasm to its fullest. When her delight has subsided, she looked down to see that while her hands were still clutching her own bosom, her nipples had lost all of their arousal and retreated back into hiding behind her fur. Curious, she fondled herself for a moment, but got no reaction from her self touch. "Oh well," she said as she dropped her hands to her sides. "Ah'd rather find Hamton," and she headed back into the maze to continue her search.
Elmyra looked on with chagrin as Hello Nurse's traveling checkup wagon wound its way back into the maze. Looking pitifully to Monty, she said with a pout, "I wanna come!" "Sorry, toots," said Monty as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he started onto the course once more, "but I've got a five hundred bucks riding on this. There'll be plenty of time for that later." "But, Monty..." she said pleadingly. "Later!" said Monty gruffly. Then softening his tone just a little and pausing to reveal that tender side that he allowed no one but her to see, he added, "I promise." Elmyra sighed. "Okay," she said with a nod. "Which way do we go?" "Uh," said Monty as he consulted his map. Then pointing at one of the possibilities, he said, "That way." "Okay, snookums," said Elmyra as she skipped down the indicated way, giving Monty a series of very revealing skirt peeks, "let's go!" "Heh heh heh," Monty said as he saw her blue panties being flashed beneath the pleats of her skirt. "It is later," he reminded himself as his erection began to strain against his trousers. "Wait up, Elmyra," he said as he started after her. Walking hand in hand at a brisk pace, the pair wound their way through the course, hoping that they were on track to finish before Buster and Babs. After a few twists and turns, the sound of machinery could be heard approaching them. "Hey, what's that?" asked Monty as he stopped to listen. "I dunno," said Elmyra. "But it sure isn't chockit pie." Monty regarded his redheaded lover curiously for a moment before saying, "Uh, right. Come on." With a genuine sense of curiosity about what was making the sounds, the two of them took their next left, and then a right to find themselves face to face with the source of the noise. Before them was a 25 foot tall lumbering robot. It was dressed in a top hat, bow tie, tuxedo jacket, and a long tight skirt that was slit up to its thigh to expose it's metal legs as it walked. "What the *heck* is that thing?" asked Monty when he saw it. Before Elmyra could respond, the mechanical whatever it was rotated its head to stare down at Monty and Elmyra. "Scanning..." it intoned as beams of yellow light shot out of its eyes to envelope the two toons. Simultaneously, all the pathways away from their immediate location closed themselves off. "Subjects identified," the robot said after a moment. "Accessing appropriate data." "I'm not sure I like the sound of this," said Monty as he gave Elmyra's hand a squeeze. Elmyra nodded but made no other response. "Commence processing," the robot said then, and with a speed that it had not displayed before, reached down to pick up Monty and Elmyra, one in each of its hands. Then, quite calmly, the mechanical man, or was it a woman, dropped the pair into its open mouth. The robot stared expressionessly ahead as the sound of Monty and Elmyra tumbling down through its innards could be heard. "Hey! What's the big idea! You can't do this to me, I'm rich!" "Tee hee hee. That tickles." "Gimme back my pants!" "OooOOooo!" "Oh come on!" After a few more bumps and jolts, Monty was able to step out a small "door" in the back of the things right heel. "Oh, so that's what it was doing," he said when he stepped out and saw that he was now dressed in a rather snazzy tux. A few seconds later, Elmyra stepped out of the other heel, wearing her green dress and heels. "Hiya, Monty-Wonty!" she replied as she struck a seductive pose. "You like?" "Oh yeah," said Monty. "In fact I..." "Formalization process complete," said the robot then. Flipping open the lid of its top hat, it pulled out a bed and placed it on the ground between the two newly dressed up toons. "Have a nice time," said the robot as it stood back up and stepped through a break in the hedges that sealed up again as soon as it had passed. "Now what did he mean by that?" asked Monty as he looked after the departed automoton. "Tee hee hee," said Elmyra as she sat down on the bed. Slipping off her shoes, she made a show of laying on her side, deliberately allowing the hem of her dress to ride up just enough to let Monty see that she was not wearing any panties under her pantyhose. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked as she beckoned for him to join her. "Heh heh heh heh," said Monty as he became aware of the growing lump in his pants. "I guess so." Kicking off his own shoes as she climbed up on top of the bed, and Elmyra, she wrapped her arms around his back as he lowered himself upon her to give her a long, ponderous kiss. Elmyra lifted one of her legs to drape it across the back of Monty's knees, but she didn't squeeze him, wanting to save that for later. Breaking the kiss, Monty lifted his head just enough to whisper, "You, are overdressed." "So are you, silly," replied Elmyra as she fiddled with his collar. "Well then let's do something about it," said Monty as he sat up, pulling Elmyra with him. Reaching behind her, he found the zipper that kept her dress closed and started to slowly pull it down. Just then, Gogo dropped in on them from out of the sky. He was dressed in a yellow plaid sports jacket with a green necktie that had purple polka dots on it. Bouncing off the bed, he landed next to it before hopping up into the headboard to look down at them sternly. "Ah ah ah!" he said as he shook a finger at them. "No breaking the rules!" "What are you talking about, you crazy bird!" demanded Monty with irritation. "And get out of here!" Irritated by Monty's rudeness, Gogo's hands grew to 20 times there normal size. "Quiet!" he commanded as he clapped them together, with Monty between them! "Ow..." said the now flattened Monty as Gogo's hands returned to their nomal size. Grunting with the effort, Monty popped himself back to normal. With more that a little look of fear in his eyes, he looked up at Gogo and asked, "You were saying?" "That's better," replied the insane dodo bird. "Now pay attention!" Pulling out a large parchment, he read "The Formalizer. Contestants agree that if they encounter this device, they shall allow it to redress them in what is for them typically more formal attire. Said contestants shall remain so attired for the remainder of the competition unless altered by some other device or encounter that requires them to change their clothes once more. The only exception to this requirement will be to undress for sexual activity. However, couples must copulate one time fully clothed before being allowed to continue on the course. Articles of clothing that are in the way may be open, pulled down or aside, but not completely removed." "Okay," said Gogo then as he looked again at Monty and Elmyra. Stop undressing and start screwing!" and he sat down on the headboard to watch them with curiosity. "Uh, yeah, right," said Monty with hesitation. Then, and a sly smirk formed on his face and he added, "Whatever you say, Birdbrain." Reaching under the pillow on the bed, Monty pulled out a giant screwdriver. "Whatever you say, screwy," said Monty to Gogo as he gripped the oversized tool like a baseball bat. "See you on St. Louis!" and he swung it around to knock the dodo for a loop. "You're learning..." Gogo cried as he sailed off into the distance. "Whatever," said Monty as he tossed the tool aside. "Now, where was Irmmph!" Monty's questions was cut off as Elmyra suddenly embraced him in a passionate hug. "Oh, Monty-Wonty!" she cried with overwhelming affection. "That was so nice of you to get rid of that nasty weird birdy head! He wanted to *watch* us, the dirty naughty green thing!" Then as if to reenforce her thanks, she kissed him, hard. Monty at first was surprised by Elmyra's sudden restart, but as her tongue found its way into his own mouth, he soon forgot about that, and returned her embrace, the kiss, and her affections warmly. After a few seconds, Monty pulled back from her and said, "Lay back." Elmyra did as he requested, and looking up at him he got himself into a kneeling position between her legs, she asked him, "Whatcha gonna do now?" "Oh," said Monty as he flipped up her dress," you'll see." "Ohhh..." said Elmyra slowly Monty began to massage her most private of places, with only her pantyhose between it and his fingers, "I dooo..." Monty grunted some sort of a reply as he stared down at what he was manipulating. He liked what he saw, but he wanted to do more than just look, or touch. After a couple of moments of gently tracing his fingers over her, which caused Elmyra to shudder with delight the whole time, he moved his hands up to the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly peeled them down to her knees. "Not off, just down," he murmered as he then ran his fingers through the now exposed red tuft or red hair that was before him. Elmyra cooed with delight as he did so, but after only a few seconds, she sat halfway up so she could reach his trousers and set about the task of unbuttoning them. Once that was accomplished, she let herself sink back onto the bed and said, "More." Knowing what Elmyra meant, Monty quickly pushed his now open trousers down to his own knees, freeing his swollen toonhead from his shorts. "How much," he asked as he leaned over her to line it up for entry. "All of it, Papa," said Elmyra as sultrilly as she could. "With pleasure," said Monty as he slid himself into her. As Monty began to gently slide himself inside of Elmyra, she pressed her head back in the pillow and sighed. She'd been needing this badly ever since they left Hello Nurse, and she was glad that she was finally getting it. "Faster, snookums," she whispered as she delighted in what Monty was doing. Monty wasted no time in complying with Elmyra's request. First he lengthened his strokes, sliding himself almost entirely in and out of her with every thrust, and as soon as he got the rhythm right, he started doing it faster and faster until the bed was actually rocking back and forth from the inertia that he was creating. "Elmyra..." he whispered into her ear as he continued his forceful strides. The speed and length of Monty's thrusts was driving Elmyra wild. So much so that she realized that she was on the brink of climax. Strangely though, she didn't want to have it just yet, wanting to prolong the enjoyment that she was experiencing. Breathing shallowly through her nose, Elmyra paid close attention to Monty's pattern, and after making sure she had it right, she acted. As Monty made his next thrust, as soon as he was all the way in, Elmyra quickly locked her ankles around his, and tightening her grip on his shoulders, she quickly rolled over, bringing Monty beneath her as she came to rest atop him, his erection still inside of her. "Hey," said Monty with surprise, "I was almost done." "I know," said Elmyra with a grin as she kissed him. "That's why I slowed down!" and she started to squirm on him a little. "Oh..." said Monty as he enjoyed the sensations that her doing so gave him. "Okay." Without saying anything more, Elmyra slowly gyrated herself on Monty, slowly enjoying what she was doing to him, and able to tell from the force from which he was both kissing her, and squeezing her butt, that he was enjoying it as well. After a few moments of that. Elmyra, being mindfull to keep him inside, carefully sat upright and brought her knees forward to straddle him. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she said, "Okay, Snookums, here we go," and she started to hump herself on his member quite forcefully. "AARRGGHHH!!!" screamed Monty with delight as she did so, his mind fogging over as Elmyra did her level best to keep him right on the edge, but not pushing him over it. As Elmyra bounced on Monty, the front of her dress, which had been unzipped but not removed, succumbed to gravity and fell off her shoulders to puddle on her wrists. "Monty," she said playfully as she slowed her pace just a little, "why don't you tickle my tities?" "Huh?" asked Monty as he opened his eyes. Then seeing how Elmyra's dress had fallen down, he grinned feralley as he simply reached his hands up between her arms to rest them on her breasts. Almost at once, he began to expertly kneed them as Elmyra resumed her bounces on his now ready to burst member. With an urgency that could not be denied, Elmyra drove herself down on Monty as hard and as fast as she could, even as she leaned forward onto his hands. She knew that it wouldn't be long now, and that was what she wanted. Then without warning, ultimate pleasure washed over her body, and as she writhed with orgasmic frenzy, she was dimly aware of the fact that soon after it started she could feel Monty's own pleasure shooting up into her body, giving her own pleasure a nice highlight. Monty squeezed Elmyra's small but fully mature breasts hard as he felt his love pulsing into her. Then, as his last spurt shot up into her, he pulled her back down to himself to kiss her, gasping for breath as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. After a long few moments, Monty loosed his hold on her, and Elmyra rolled off of him to look up at the sky. Their hands met, and they made for an odd site, what with Monty's pants down around his ankles as his spent toonhood slowly went limp, and Elmyra with her dress bunched across her waist, held by the sleeves that were still on her wrists, its hem flipped up to expose her most private of places and her pantyhose down around her knees. (We know that this was an odd site because, from afar, Gogo was looking at this very image on his computer monitor that was connected to the Wackyland Spy Satellite. "Ah good," he mused as he pushed the screen cap button. "Insurance.") Turning his head to look at Elmyra, Monty said simply, "Love, ya toots." "Me too, Monty-head," she replied as she reached over to give him a quick kiss. It was then that the various pathways away from where they were, opened back up again. "Well, we better get going," said Elmyra as she sat up and started to put her clothes back in order. "Yeah, I guess so," said Monty as he pulled up his pants. "We've still gotta race to win." Sliding off the bed and putting their shoes back on, Elmyra added, "And probably more interesting ways to get laid." "I'm counting on that!" said Monty as he gave her fanny a quick, playful swat. "Ooh!" said Elmyra as she jumped forward and made a show of clutching her beind. "I can hardly wait!" "Me either," said Monty as they headed back into the maze. As they walked, his hand found itself sliding up under Elmyra's skirt to rest on her nylon covered behind. "Do you mind?" he asked her. "Tee hee hee," she said as she slipped her own hand into his rear pocket. "Not at all." "Good," said Monty as he gave her behind a squeeze. "Let's go."
Buster and Babs had not been walking long when they heard the sound of a horse drawn carriage. "Hey, I wonder what that is?" asked Babs. "I dunno," said Buster. "But considering where we are, it's probably something fun." Babs let her eyes flicker down to the lump that was trying to emerge from Buster's pouch. "And I can see what you mean by fun," she said dryly. "And you don't?" "Point for you. C'mon, let's see if we can find whatever it is." At every possible twist, turn or path, the bunnies made their choice as to which way to go on if the sound they heard seemed to be coming from that possible direction. Before long, their efforts paid off, and taking their next left turn, they were surprised to see Hello Nurse's Traveling Check Up wagon headed towards them. Reigning her horse to a stop, Hello Nurse looked down at the rabbits and said, "Oh good. I was hoping to run into you two." "You (gulp) were?" asked Buster. "Uh huh," said Hello Nurse as she moved to climb down from her perch atop the wagon. As she did this, Babs noticed that Buster was trying to look up her dress. Giving him a gentle elbow in the ribs, she hissed, "Cut it out!" "Sorry," muttered Buster as he rubbed his side. "I've actually wanted to see you two for a while," said Hello Nurse as she stepped onto the ground, unaware of the exchange that had just taken place. "It's long passed the time when you should get a follow up check to make sure you don't have any lingering effects from your bout with Impudentis Familiarus." "Oh," said Buster and Babs in unison as they remembered Buster's encounter with the dreaded desease, and what they had to do to cure it. "Exactly," said Hello Nurse. "Now get inside and take off your clothes," she added as she turned to make sure that the wagon was secure. "I'll be right in." Without further comment, the two rabbits climbed up into the wagon and entered the examination room. "She wants us naked," said Babs playfully as she took off her sweater. "I wonder why?" "Ya got me, Babaloo," said Buster as he took off his own shirt. Then, pulling off his gloves, he added, "But I can guess." "I'm sure," said Babs as she let her skirt fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, and then picking it up, she handed it and her sweater to Buster and said, "Hang these up for me, will ya?" While Buster hung up her things, Babs hopped up onto the exam table and struck a seductive pose for Buster to see when he turned around again. "You like?" she asked him. "Uh huh..." said Buster as he grinned at her foolishly. As soon as he had climbed up onto the table to sit next to her, Babs reach out to free Buster's erection from the confines of his pouch. Gently stroking him, she whispered, "Thanks for hanging up my clothes," and then she bent down to take him into her mouth. "Oh good," said Hello Nurse, who chose that moment to enter the room. "No relapse." Buster's eyes widened, but not with embarrassment, and Babs nearly gagged, but not on his spurts of pleasure. Rather, they were both shocked to see that Hello Nurse had come in wearing only her nurses hat, stethoscope, and a smile. "Oh come on," she said when she saw their reactions. "I always examine *special* patients in the nude." She let that statement hang for a moment before stepping over to them. "And you two," she said as she took Buster's erection in one hand and gently brushed the fingertips of her other across Babs clitoris, "are very special." With a hint of a smile on her otherwise scientifically detached expression, Hello Nurse proceeded to vigorously masturbate the two rabbits, both of whom groaned with delight as she did do. It didn't take her long to bring both of them to orgasm, and she stepped deftly aside as Buster's pleasure shot out of him to splash on the floor. As Buster's spurts died out, Hello Nurse pressed her stethoscope to his chest to listen to his heart. With a nod, she wrote some figures on her chart, and then she checked Babs heartrate as well. Writing down some more numbers, she checked them against a table in a large book before saying, "Okay. So far, so good. Babs?" "Yes?" "When I say too, I need you to get Buster to reharden, and then to ejaculate as quickly as possible." Pulling out her stopwatch, she asked, "Okay?" "Uh, okay..." said Babs. "Good," said Hello Nurse, and clicking the stopwatch, she said, "Go!" Babs hand shot out to grab Buster's limp bunnyhood and twiddled it around with her fingers. In less than half a minute, she had him fully erect again, and then she reached her other hand over to roll his erection between her open palms. Buster's eyes crossed and glazed over as Babs rolled him. She had long ago learned that this was the best way to get him to come quickly, and she was doing everything she could to make sure that he did not hold back. With a gasp of delight, Buster lolled back his head and groaned with exertion as he prepared to shoot out his pleasure once more. Knowing this, Babs leaned her head forward and brushed her lips across the tip of his shaft in a final push to get what she wanted. "Don't swallow!" said Hello Nurse suddenly. "Huh?" asked Babs with confusion as she turned to look at Hello Nurse questioningly, and was almost instantly rewarded with Buster's enjoyment being suddenly squirted on her cheek. "I need a sample," said Hello Nurse as she gently ran a glass slide across Babs cheek to collect some of Buster's deposit. "You can wash your face now, Babs," she said as she took the sample over to her microscope. "Ohhh..." said Buster as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Blinking his eyes hard to clear then, he grinned widely at what he saw when his vision was restored. To his left Babs was washing her face in a small sink, bending over so that he had a clear view of her pink furred fanny. To his right, Hello Nurse was looking into a microscope, also bent over so as to give him a perfect look at her gorgeous posterior. "Whoever said, 'No butts,' was out of his mind," said Buster quietly as he looked back and forth from the two lovely bottoms to oggle them appreciatively. Both Babs and Hello Nurse looked back over their shoulders at him questioningly. "Oh," they said in unison when they realized what he was looking at before turning back to finish what they were each doing. Buster reached out to lay a hand on each of the lovely posteriors that were before him. After he had gently kneaded and massaged them for a few moments, Hello Nurse looked over at Babs and asked, "Is he just gonna squeeze our butts, or is he gonna do something with them?" "Well," said Babs, "I..." "Oh you want more, do you?" asked Buster suddenly, cutting her off. "Then how's this?" he asked as he grabbed both of Hello Nurses cheeks to spread them a little before carefully pushing his erection up into her behind! Hello Nurse's eyes widened with surprise. "Nngg..." she said as Buster stood motionless once his entire length was inserted. "Th-that's not what... uh... not what I... OOF!" she said as he started to gently pump himself within her. "Uh., it'll... nn... ooh... it'll doooo..." Hello Nurse could only gasp incoherently and claw at the countertop as she was overwhelmed by the sense of pleasure she was experiencing. Babs, having been in that position more than a few times, knew how good Buster was at it, and she could not help but be a little bit envious. Not letting that get the better of her though, she stood up and leaning in front of Buster, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a long, and deep kiss. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked him as she brushed her lips off of his and moved over to kiss him on the cheek. "Oh yeah..." said Buster as he lifted his left hand off of Hello Nurse's bottom and brought it up to fondle Babs right breast. "Lower," she whispered as she reached behind him to stroke his tail and moved her mouth back over his. Buster groaned in his throat as Babs tongue invaded his mouth. Sliding his hand off her nipple, he rubbed to down her belly until his fingers came into contact with the entrance to her most intimate of places, which he promptly slipped two of his fingers up into. "Lnnn..." gasped Babs with the pleasure that his touch had brought. Tightening her admonenal muscles so he could not pull his fingers back out, she humped herself on his hand as she continued to first stroke his tail, and then rhythmically yank on it, which soon gave her full control over how he was sliding himself back and forth in Hello Nurse's behind. All of this combined to create a chain reaction of delight. As Buster unexpectedly flicked his thumb over Babs clitoris, her body convulsed in orgasmic delight, causing her to yank hard and repeatedly on his tail, which forced Buster to begin slamming himself forcefully within Hello Nurse, triggering her orgasm, and causing her body to tighten around Buster's bunnyhood, literally squeezing an orgasm out of him as he shot his pleasure where no rabbit had come before. As the three toons slowly and carefully disengaged themselves from each other, Hello Nurse looked at her two patients and said, "Well, that was unexpected." "But a lot of fun!" said Babs. "Uh, so am I fully cured?" asked Buster, unsure of what else to say. "I'm fairly certain that you are," said Hello Nurse with a smile. "One final test will confirm it." "What?" asked Buster. "You'll see," she promised as she stood up and stretched. Going over to the sink on the other side of the room, she quietly filled a small pan with warm soapy water. Bringing it back to Babs, she said, "Here. Wash him. If he gets hard, it'll prove beyond all doubt that he's cured." "Right-o!: said Babs as she took a sponge out of the bowl and proceeded to thoroughly cleanse Buster's spent member. Rather quickly, it was again his hardened member, and Hello Nurse smiled when she saw that. "Keep going, Babs," she instructed the pink bunny. "See if this gentle stimulation can make him come." "Okay," said Babs as she continued with what she was doing. Although most of her attention was understandably focused on Buster's soapy erection, she could not help but notice what Hello Nurse was doing behind Buster's back. Without pausing from her work, Babs just looked over at her questioningly. Hello Nurse put her finger to her lips to quiet Babs as she stepped towards Buster with a medicine filled hypodermic needle in her other hand. She pointed from it to Buster's bottom and eyed Babs mischievously. Babs couldn't help but grin. "You like this, Buster?" she asked her blue furred boyfriend as she continued to wash him. "Oh yeah, Babsie. In fact I... YEEOCH!" Hello Nurse smiled as Buster cried out with surprise as she jabbed the needle into his butt. She then gave Babs a quick smirk as she depressed the plunger to pump the medicine into him. As she did that, Buster's erection suddenly erupted with delight, giving Babs an unexpected facefull of his enjoyment. "Perfect," said Hello Nurse as she pulled the needle out and disposed of it. "Speak for yourself," said Babs with mock irritation as she wiped her eyes clear before going over to the sink to wash her face again. "What was that for?" asked Buster as he rubbed the spot were Hello Nurse had shot him. "Concentrated vitamins," she explained. "You two have a long way to go before you finish this race, and this'll help keep you going." "He's a *rabbit* said Babs as she finished washing her face. "He doesn't need any help with that!" "Maybe not," conceded Hello Nurse with a coy smile. "But it was still fun." The three of them could not help but laugh at the truth of that statement. After a moment of this, Hello Nurse said, "Well, you kids better get dressed and get moving. This little game isn't over yet." "No," agreed Buster. "Not by a long shot." "Interesting choice of words, Buster," said Babs as she gave him a pat on the bottom where he had gotten it. "Just an expression, Babsie," said Buster with a sly grin of his own. "And don't worry, you'll get yours." "Looking forward to it, Blue Ears," she said as she walked over to where their clothes were hanging on the wall. Tossing him his sweater, she added, "Let's go."
Plucky smiled triumphantly. "There it is," he said as he pointed at the pathway he wanted. "The Breastop Mountain Pass." "Like, (hic), good," said Shirley softly. "These hiccups are (hic) driving me tot (hic) totally crazy." "Crazy as a loon?" asked Plucky without thinking. "Like, watch it, Duck!" snarled Shirley, and she lifted her hands, sparking with energy. "Mother..." said Plucky as he crouched in fear. "HIC!! Oh, totally, crud!" Plucky peeked out between his fingers to see that Shirley's hiccup had broken her concentration, making it impossible for her to zap him. "C'mon, Shirl,": he said as he took her hand and started down the pathway that lead through the giant breast shaped hills, "let's get you cured." "Like, which (hic) tit do you totally wanna (hic) use?" "Oh," said Plucky casually. How about that pair of white ones?" Shirley looked around in puzzlement. There were breastpeaks covered with various colors of fur or feathers, but no two were the same. "Like, what are y- (hic) you talking about, er some junk?" "Why these two, right here," said Plucky as he turned around and lifted Shirley's sweater up to her neck. "What else would I want?" and he buried his bill in her cleavage. "Mmmnnn..." cooed Shirley with delight as Plucky did that. "Like, that's tot (HIC!)..." As Shirley hiccuped, she involuntarily tightened her chest muscles, squeezing her breasts tightly together. "Ouch!" cried Plucky as he pulled his bill free of her mashed together cleavage. In profile, his bill now resembled the blunted head of an axe, having been pinched that way by Shirley's spasm. "Like, oops," said Shirley with a grin. (HIC!) "Oh man..." muttered Plucky as he pulled his bill off his face to reshape it. Snapping it back on, he pulled her sweater back down and grabbed her hand saying, "C'mon, let's use this one. I want you cured." Shirley smiled as Plucky started climbing up a white feathered breast. "Nice choice, (hic) er some (hic) some junk." "Whatever," said Plucky as they continued to climb. It didn't take them long to reach the top of the breast, and there they found their goal, and exposed nipple about the size of a dinner place, the firm tip of it about the size of an aspirin bottle. "Well, Shirl," said Plucky as he eyed the nipple longingly, "there it is." "Tota (hic) totally," she agreed as she took off her sweater. Walking over to it, she knelt down to press the firm yet spongy object between her own breasts, and as she twiddled her own nipples, she asked, "You like (hic) this?" "Uh huh," said Plucky as he nodded his head. "Well then come help me, (hic) help me milk it, er some, (hic) junk!" In a blur of green motion, Plucky ran over to join Shirley at the nipple, leaving his shirt behind and pulling himself out of his pouch as he did so. Dropping down to his knees in front of Shirley, he kissed her deeply for a moment before dropping his hands down onto the nipple to start kneading it on either side of the tip. At the same time, Shirley dropped down onto her belly so that the tip was right in front of her face, which she started to gently roll in her hands, hiccuping every so often as she did so Beneath them, the two waterfowl could feel the flesh of the breast itself heaving ever so slightly. Then, after they had played with the nipple for a few moments, they saw that it was just starting to secrete some milk. "Like, bingo, (hic) er some junk!" cried Shirley with delight as she suddenly clamped her bill on the nipple's tip to suckle it hard. Seeing that, Plucky gave the thing a gentle squeeze, and Shirley was rewarded with a mouthful of warm milk. "Mmm," she said as she swallowed a few mouthfuls of the stuff. Then, sitting back up, she said, "Like, there's totally nothing like warm, fresh milk to cure the hiccups, er some junk." Plucky looked at her expectantly for a long moment, and it was only when she didn't hiccup that he cried, "Yahoo!" before grabbing her and mashing his bill to hers in a passionate kiss. Breaking away from it, Shirley smiled as she reached down to stroke his erection and said, "Like, how do you want me?" "Woof!" said Plucky with a silly grin. Smiling broadly, Shirley wasted no time in turning around to drop down onto her hands and knees. She couldn't help but realize that her hands had fallen on the nipple of the giant breast they were on, but she didn't really mind. "Like, ready," she told him. "I can see that," said Plucky as she skootched up to kneel behind her. Pressing his duckhood into her vagina, he grabbed her by the waist and said, "Here I come!" and he started to pump her hard. "Like, no yet!" she admonished him playfully. "I totally wanna come toooooo......" her voice trailed off as the inevitable pleasure of having Plucky inside of her took over her senses. Truth be told, both Plucky and Shirley had a very strong desire to come, and Plucky was doing his ducky best to make it happen for both of them. He leaned into Shirley with each and every thrust, pushing her downward against the soft resistance that the giant breast gave them. Shirley too was intensely into what was happening. Her hands clenched tightly against the nipple they were resting on, and her mouth dropped open in delight from Plucky's thrusting action. Of course given the position that they lovers were in, where Shirley's hands were, and the pumping like action of Plucky's thrusts, they were not the only ones being stimulated. So was the breast. As Shirley clenched at the nipple yet again as Plucky humped her, it unexpectedly shot a stream of warm milk up into her face! Not expecting this, Shirley jerked her head aside, and then next stream of milk sailed over her should to hit Plucky right between the eyes. "Oh, wow!" he murmered when that happened. Leaning forward, he ran his hands down Shirley's arms to rest his hands on her own. Then, with a quick motion, he pulled them out from under her, causing both of them to fall down onto the nipple, but still managing to keep himself inside of her. Their faces now had the nipple's tip between them, and keeping it there, he opened his mouth to kiss Shirley. Knowing what he had in mind, Shirley opened her own mouth, and soon, their tongues were probing each other's, and the nipple beween their lips as it gently pulsed out small spurts of milk for them to enjoy. Through all of this, Plucky kept pumping himself inside of Shirley, and it didn't take long for both of them to suddenly climax, even as the nipple squirted out more milk for them to enjoy. Talking a claming breath, Plucky slowly pulled himself out of Shirley and rolled over onto his back. "Well, that was different," he remarked as he gave her a smile. "Totally," agreed Shirley as she stood up. Reaching her hand down to help him up, she asked, "You coming?" "I just did," said Plucky as he got it his feet. "And so did you, if I am not mistaken." "Pluck-eeee," said Shirley with forced patience. "Yeah, yeah, I know. We gotta get a move on. Where's my shirt?" Fifi continued her trek through the maze, looking for Hamton, and growing more and more frustrated, and horny, by the fact that she had not done so yet. At one point, she passed the exit from the Breastop Mountain pass and looked up it with wonderment. "So many giant teets," she mused as she looked at them. "But no Hamton... Oh, where are vous?!?" she cried plaintively as she continued her search. She continued on away from the pass, and after a few twists and turns, she came to a small clearing. In its center was a large pit with a sign on it that had the following words painted on it in large red letters;
A feast for eyes and hands,
When you Spank your Monkey,
Polish your Pearl,
Test Fire the Lady Pleaser,
Play the Slots,
Or rock the Little Man in his Boat,
Solo love is best shared.
Alone you’ll be snared.
"Hmph," said Fifi as she saw the sign. "If Ah don't faind mah Hamton soon, I joosst maight do zat." She intended to walk around the pit, giving it a safe berth, but as she drew nearer, she heard a familiar grunting sound. "Hamton?" she asked with excitement as she dashed over to the pits edge. Looking down into the pit, she saw Hamton kneeling naked in the bottom of it, his hand clamped around his considerable pighood as it gushed his pleasure onto the pit walls. "HAMTON!!!" she cried with jubilation when she saw him down there. "Fifi?" Hamton asked with surprise upon hearing her voice. He looked up to see her smiling down on her. "Fifi!" he said again with happiness. "At last!" "Hang on!" she said. "Ah wheel come down to help vous out!" "No wait, Fifi, don't..." but it was too late. Fifi had dropped down into the pit, and as soon as her feet touched bottom, she grabbed Hamton in a tight embrace, wrapping her tail around his back as she kissed him hard. "Ah meesed vous," she said as she pulled her tongue back out of his mouth. "I missed you too," said Hamton. "But I've been trapped in here. And now we're both stuck." "What do vous mean?" Hamton quickly explained where they were, and what the only known way to get out is. "I guess I'm just not doing it right," he finished with chagrin. "It still hasn't let me out." Fifi eyes widened with wonder as she heard what Hamton had been doing to try and coax a way out of the pit. "Oh, Hamton," she said sympathetically, "Ah so sorry zat vous have been all alone and..." Fifi's voice trailed off as a thought occurred to her. One that put a very playful and mischievous grin on her face. "What is it?" asked Hamton when he saw the look. "Vous have been a very naughty peeg," she said as she looked at him coyly. "Haveeng all zat foon by yourself whaile Ah have been searching for vous." Fifi was grinning from ear to ear the whole time she said this, and Hamton could tell that it was all she could do to keep from bursting out with laughter as she spoke. "What do you mean, Fifi?" he asked with a grin of his own. "Ah mean," she said as she realized that her nipples were showing, "zat vous moost be poonished. Ah am going to have to spank vous!" Before Hamton could respond, Fifi went drew Hamton into a whirlwind of motion, and once it had stopped, she was sitting on the pit floor with Hamton draped over her lap. "Are vous ready?" she asked him. "I guess I deserve it," he said with a giggle. "Yes, vous does!" she agreed. "And in fact..." Fifi stopped then as she giggled uncontrollably at the absurdity of what they were doing. After a few seconds, she got control of herself and said, "Eenoof of zees! Eet eez time for zee spanking to commence!" and she gave him three quick swats with her open hand. They were not very hard, but Hamton did feel them. Nor were they enough to begin to redden his upturned fanny, but Fifi gently caressed it anyway. "How waz zat?" she asked him as she twiddled her fingers around his tail. "Okay, I guess," said Hamton over his shoulder. Then, taking a deep breath, he added, "For a start." "Oh ho!" said Fifi with a sly grin. "Ah agree. We are not doon here by a long shot," and she raised her hand up to spank him some more. But, before she could bring in back down again, she felt something grab her by the wrist. "Le huh?" she asked as she looked up to see Gogo standing at the top of the pit, his hand clamped firmly on her wrist. "You silly skunk!" he said with consternation. "This isn't the Spanking Pit, it's the Masturbation Pit! If you ever wanna get out, you gotta do what your supposed to do. Save the spanking for the designated areas!" and he immediately disintigrated as a bolt of lightning struck from out of a cloudless sky. "Oh well," said Hamton with a sigh as he rolled off Fifi's lap and sat up next to her. "I guess we don't have much of a choice," he said as he reached his hand out to place it on her thigh so that his little finger was just barely coming into contact with the outer folds of her vagina. "Do we?" he added as he twitched that finger a little. "Non," agreed Fifi as she reached out and placed her own hand on his thigh so that his scrotum was draped over his knuckles. "We don't." Without further hesitation or comment, Fifi turned her hand over and slid it up to wrap her fingers around Hamton's erection. At the same time, Hamton slid his hand over to rest it directly on Fifi's vagina and pressed his fingers into her. Giving each other a happy smile they both started to move their hands, bringing each other genuine enjoyment in the process. Instantly, a flash of green light filled the Masturbation Pit. As it faded, Gogo was standing in front of them with a stern look on his face. "And keep your hands to yourself!" he ordered them before rolling up like a window shade and vanishing once more. "Zat stoopeed Dodo!" said Fifi angrily as she let go of Hamton's pighood. "He eez, how you say, spoilalleeng our foon!" "He's just doing his job," Hamton reminded her as he withdrew his own hand from her. "Zat eez true," said Fifi with reluctance. "Eet eez not hees fault." Hamton could only nod in agreement. After a long moment, he draped his arm over her shoulders and said, "You wanna get out of here?" as he grabbed himself with his other. "Oui," agreed Fifi as she slid her hands down her belly. "Well then, you know what you have to do," he said as he started to stroke himself. "Oui," said Fifi again as her eyes squeezed shut as she started to stimulate herself in earnest. Having nothing more to say, the two lovers sat next to each other and masturbated. Fifi's eyes were scrunched shut as she pleasured herself, but Hamton could not help but watch with fascination what she was doing with her fingers even as he continued to stroke his shaft with considerable earnest. Letting his gaze travel upwards he pondered her breasts for a moment, before realizeing that Gogo had only told them to keep their hands to themselves, and nothing more. Fifi gasped with surprise when she suddenly felt Hamton's mouth on her left nipple. Here eyes flew open and she smiled when she saw, and felt, him suckling on her. "Vous should have been weeth moi earlier," she murmered as she intensified her actions with her hands. "Hmmm?" asked Hamton without taking his mouth off her tit. But Fifi made no reply. Rather, her eyes squeezed shut as her body tensed up in preparation for an imminent climax. "Oh. Hamtone!" she murmered quietly. Hamton too was on the brink. He pumped himself faster and harder, knowing that he was about to go. "Fiiifiiii..." he cried as his pleasure began to surge out of him in long streams of passion. "Le oohh..." gasped Fifi as she plunged her fingers more deeply inside of herself, triggering her own climax, and allowing her fumes to escape so she could enjoy it to the fullest. Pig and Skunk both writhed in their self induced delight, but it was somehow made more enjoyable by knowing that the other was there, and as their pleasures subsided, the Pit that they were in began to undulate wildly. "What eez happening?" asked Fifi with alarm. "I dunno," said Hamton, sounding just as concerned. Unable to stand do to the vibration on the Pit floor, Hamton and Fifi could do little more than hold onto each other as the Pit began to convulse and bounce them around a bit. Then, with a loud *SPRANG!!!* it forcefully bounced them up out of the hole, dumping them just a few feet from its edge. "Well, I guess we satisfied it," said Hamton as he looked back at the pit with curiosity. "Oui," agreed Fifi. "Boot Ah don't want to try *zat* again." "Neither do I," agreed Hamton. "It's much more fun with you, than just thinking about you." "Oh, how tres sweet of vous," said Fifi as she gave him a quick, but very intimate kiss. Hamton smiled at her as she stepped back from him. "I do love you," he told her. "Ah know," said Fifi with a smile. "And I loove vous too." "Time to get back on track in the race?" "Absolootley." said Fifi with a determined nod. "Boot fairst, poot your ovairalls back on. Ah don't want anyone but moi to see vous laik theese." "Uh, right," said Hamton as he could not help but blush as he walked over to where his pants were to retrieve them. As he walked, Fifi gazed approvingly at his posterior. "Hamton, 'ave I ever told vous zat vous have a cute derriere?" Hamton giggled as he pulled on his overalls. "I don't think so," he said as he fastened the snaps on them. "But thanks."
Monty never took his hand off of Elmyra's butt as the pair continued to navigate though the maze, and Elmyra in turn was very content to keep her on hand in his hip pocket. "So how far along do you think we are snookums?" "Eh, I'd say about maybe a little more than half way there." "OOOooOOoo," squealed Elmyra with delight. "Does that mean were getting close to the Paddle Forest?" "Heh heh heh, I think so. Why?" he asked her. "Oh come on, Monty-wonty," said Elmyra as she squeezed the hand that was in his pocket. "Do you really wonder?" "Nah," he admitted as he gave one of her cheeks a quick pinch. "I just like hearing you say it." "Tee hee hee hee," Elmyra giggled when she heard him say that. "No wonder." she said with slight shake of her head. "You got that right, toots," agreed Monty. "And when we get outta this place, I think I'm gonna..." Monty stopped when they heard a mechanical clanking sound coming towards them. "Ah crap!" said Monty with disgust. "Not that damn Formalizer again." "I don't think so..." said Elmyra slowly. "It sounds a little different." Monty inclined his head to listen. "Yeah, you're right. I wonder what this one is?" "I dunno," admitted Elmyra. Then, looking at him playfully, she said, "But whatever it is, it'll prolly make us have another nice fucky-wucky. Wanna find it?" "Yer on toots!" said Monty eagerly, and the two of the made their best guess as to which pathway they were most likely to meet up with whatever the source of the sound was.
As Buster and Babs continued through the maze, they came to a spot where the pathway they were on made a simple fork in two directions. What was unusual though was that on the left fork, there was a large sign.
Corsets, stockings bras and garters
These are a few of the things we have for starters
Soft or raunchy
Revealing or concealing
You'll like what you see her wearing in our mirrored ceiling!
Outfits a plenty
For fun or for play
Just remember when all is said and done
You still have to pay
So come on in and sample our wares
Nobody will ever know what she's wearing for underwear!
Then, in very small print were the words, "All outfits modeled at no addional charge."
Pulling out his map, Buster quickly looked to see where they were. "This puts us about a third of the way through," he told her as he put it away. Then looking furtively down the path the House, he said, "So, uh, you, uhm, you wanna check this place out?" "Buster Bunny!" said Babs with surprise. "You're embarrassed!" Buster could feel his cheeks blushing. "Well," he admitted, "a little." Babs could only giggle at Buster's admission. "Come on," she said, as she grabbed him by the hand and led him towards the House. "Maybe I'll find something I like." "I hope so," said Buster with a sly grin. The pathway bent sharply to the left only a few yards from the fork, revealing a small clearing that had the House of Lingerie right in the middle of it. It looked pretty much like any generic house in Acme Acres, with the excption of the purple neon archway where the front door should have been with the words, "Open" and "Come on In" blinking alternatively in pink and green neon above it. "That's different," remarked Buster at the display. "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" said Babs in her best Al Jolson impression. Then, hopping on ahead of him, she gave him a rather blatant skirt peek as she looked over he shoulder and said, "Or have you?" "Heh heh heh," said Buster as he hurried to join her. As they entered the house, they were both surprised at how, soft, everything seemed to be. The floor was a deep cream colored shag carpet, and the walls seemed to be covered with red velvet. There was a hint of vanilla in the air, and subdued lighting gave it all a warm, pleasant glow. "So, uh, where do we go?" asked Buster after they had looked around a bit. "I'm glad you asked that," said a voice that seemed to have no obvious source. The next thing that Buster and Babs knew, a hole in the floor opened in front of them, and up through it came Minerva Mink on a rising platform. She was "dressed" in red teddy and stockings that displayed her various charms quite nicely, and left none of them to the imagination. "Welcome to my House," she said as she sidled up to Buster. "Do you like what you see?" "Duuhhhh..." was all that Buster could say as he gazed at the lovely Mink and her much more naughty than naked attire. "Hey!" said Babs as she brandished a heavy mallet. "Keep away from the rabbit!" "Take it easy, Babs," said Minerva with a disarming smile. "I'm only modeling the merchandise, I don't come in the bargain." The tone in Minerva's voice was somehow reassuring to Babs. "Oh," she said as she lowered the mallet. "But how do..." "You'll see," promised Minerva. Then, turning back to Buster, she pulled a small control box out of her cleavage, (where she had hidden it, neither Buster nor Babs could tell) and pushed a large red button in its center. A panel on the left wall of the corridor slid open to reveal a small showroom with a big couch and a raised platform in it. "Go have a seat Buster," said Minerva as she waved him into the room. "Babs will be along presently. In the meantime, enjoy the show." "Show?" asked Buster as he shuffled into the room. "Show?" asked Babs as he went. "Don't worry, Babs," Minerva whispered to her. "You're the highlight of it." Buster still had no idea what to expect as he went into the showroom and sat down on the couch. He squirmed a bit as he did so, he'd been hard ever since seeing Minerva in her underwear, and it was a struggle to keep himself pouched. "So now what?" he wondered aloud. As if in response to his question, the lights in the room softened a bit, and a spot light shown down on the stage. A disembodied voice then said, "Welcome, gentle sir, to Minerva Mink's House of Lingerie. Today, a wide selection of various ensembles will be displayed for your viewing enjoyment. Please enjoy the show, and make note of any of the things that suit your fancy, as all that you see here is available for purchase later. And now, let the show begin." Buster watched as the spotlight moved over to the side of the stage. He followed it with puzzlement, but then his eyes widened as he saw a long feminine leg sheathed in sheer black nylon being thrust into the spot. Swallowing hard, Buster shifted his position a little, and wondered what was attached to that leg. He did not have to wonder long. After holding just her leg out for a moment, Rhubella Rat strutted out onto the stage. Buster's eyes dilated when he realized that she was wearing the same black leather corset and stockings she had donned when he and Babs had visited her on his quest to cure his Impudentus Familarus. "Hi, Buster," she oozed when she saw him gaping at her. "Remember this." "Uhm... Uh... Uh-huh..." Buster mumbled as he let his eyes roam over Rhubella's form, that was nicely accented by what she wasn't wearing. "Oh reeallly?" she gushed at him as she looked down to see that the tip of his erection had forced itself out of his pouch, but he was trying to keep it in. "They why are you hiding that?" Before Buster could respond, Rhubella whipped her tail around and wielding it much like a riding crop, she flicked it across the folds of his pouch. Buster flinched in surprise, but he hadn't felt a thing. Then, looking down, he saw that Rhubella had somehow completely depouched him, and his fully erect bunnyhood was standing proudly at attention. "That is *so* much better," quipped Rhubella as she considered Buster's member. "I just *don't* understand why you waste it on Babs." Her voice was full of her usual Perfecto sarcasm as she spoke, but for just a few seconds after saying that, her expression softened, and flashing Buster a genuinely warm smile, she winked at him before turning the goo back on and saying, "Well, ta-ta, Looser. Enjoy the rest of the show," and she sauntered off the stage, allowing Buster to get just a good a view of her outfit from behind as he had gotten from the front. "Oof..." said Buster once she had gone. Then, looking down at his erection, he murmered, "Traitor," but he grinned as he said it. "Oh, Buster, what do you think of this?" Buster looked up to see who had called his name, and he was surprised to see Roxanne from "A Goofy Movie" standing on the stage clad in a nighty that was so filmy that it concealed nothing through its pale yellow fabric. It was fringed with poofy trim, and hung down to *just* below where he legs came together. Sheer garter free nylons completed the look, giving those legs a shimmery look as she slowly walked towards him. "I was wondering," asked Roxanne as she slowly spun around to give Buster a full 360 degree view of her. "Do you think Max would like this?" "I uh, duh, you... uhm. Uh huh..." Roxanne smiled as she shook her head ever so slightly. "Babs is right," she thought. "Totally befuddled." "Well, bye-bye, Buster," said Roxanne as she turned to walk off the stage. Enjoy the rest of the show." As she walked off, Buster could not help but notice that with every step she took, the hem of the nighty bounced up to give him an unobstructed view of her pert behind. "Buh byeee..." he droned as she left the stage. Without even realizing that he had done so, Buster had his erection in his left hand, and he was gently stroking himself as he wondered what was next. He wasn't wondering long though, for less than half a minute after Roxanne left the stage, on walked Brittany Chippette. She was wearing blue stockings, held up by a red garterbelt, and a white g-string with a matching open tip bra that drew attention to her nipples as they poked through the openings. "Janette thought Alvin would like this," she explained as she sauntered around on the stage, "but I wanted to get a man's opinion before I tried it on him." Buster could only stare at her in amazement as he stroked his erection a little faster. "Hmm..." said Brittany when she saw that. "I guess it works. Thanks, Buster. See you around." As Brittany left the stage, Buster shook his head to get himself out of the stupor he had fallen into. "Where are you, Babs?" he said to the empty stage. "I'm glad you asked that, Buster," said Babs in an immediate response. To a trumpet fanfare, the curtains on the back of the stage parted to reveal Babs in her lingerie clad glory. She was wearing a white lace bustier that looked a little tight on her, but she moved as if it was very comfortable. Held up by garters attached to snaps just above the leg holes were the sheerest stockings that Buster had ever seen Babs wearing, and he liked what he saw. "Garters, Babsie?" asked Buster as he eyed them. "You usually go for one the kind that don't need them." "Well, Minerva decided on this outfit," said Babs as Buster stood up. "She, uhm..." Babs lost her train of thought as she looked down at Buster erection. "Uh, she said I needed to be different." "I got no complaints," said Buster as he walked up to her. Looking down at the convenient opening located at the juncture of her thighs, he added. "Nope. None at all." "So, uhm, what'cha think?" Babs asked after a long pause to allow Buster to consider her outfit. As Buster considered his response, Babs encouraged him by striking up a sexy pose. She placed one hand on her hip and and leaned back a bit to put all her weight on one foot. Pushing out her other knee to point it at Buster, she blinked at him coyly as she put her other hand behind her neck and with smile she asked him, "Do I look sexy?" Buster let his eyes roam over Babs lingerie clad form. "Very," he said with a grin. Peeling off his gloves, he reached out to cup her breasts. The fabric of the bustier was silky smooth to his touch, and as he ran his thumbs over the prominent bumps that her nipples were creating, he asked her, "You like it?" Babs let her eyes drift down to Buster's erection. Reaching out to circle its tip with her middle finger, she said, "Yep." "Ah heh heh. That's not what I meant, Babsie. I was wondering if..." Buster stopped when he saw the curtains behind Babs suddenly parting to reveal a large, heart shaped bed. Looking back to Babs, he quickly pulled her to himself for a lingering kiss. Then, sweeping her off her feet, he carried her over to the bed to lay her down upon it. Without taking his eyes from hers, he quickly pulled off his sweater and laid himself down atop of her. As their lips met, Babs wrapped her arms around Buster's shoulders and let herself sink into the mattress as she enjoyed the feel of his weight on top of her. After allowing the kiss to linger for a long moment, Buster raised his head away from her just a little and looked down into her big blue eyes as he raised up a hand to gently stroke her cheek. "I love you, Babs," he said quietly. Babs smiled back up at him and mirrored the gesture. "I love you too, Buster," she said just as softly as a broad smile formed on her face. The pair lay there motionless for a long time as they smiled at each other until, on some unspoken cue, Babs spread her legs apart and winked up at Buster playfully. Grinning even more broadly, Buster accepted Babs invitation and he slipped himself into her. Babs oohed and ahed as he slowly pressed his entire length into her body, and once he was all the way in, she scissored her legs together and locked her ankles around his as she pulled him back down to kiss him once more. Buster was momentarily content to enjoy the sensation of just being inside of Babs again as his lips undulated against hers. But after a few moments, his body began to demand more, and he started to pump himself within her using long slow strokes. "Oh, Babsie," he murmered as he broke his mouth away from hers to bury his face in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "Ullmmnnn..." said Babs as she tightened her grip on Buster and started to enhance Buster's thrusts by raising her abdomen up to meet them as they were pushed into her. They kept that up for a long time, their movements in perfect sync as they made love to one another. When they finally did climax, they went together, and they gripped each other tightly as their pleasure reached its peak and overwhelmed their senses. "Hmmm..." said Buster softly as he moved to kiss Babs once more. With a contented sigh, he pulled himself out and rolled off of her. Finding his hand with her own, he said, "That was great, Babs." "Yeah," she agreed. "It was." Babs sighed deeply then before she suddenly rolled over onto Buster and kissed him hard. After doing that, she slowly pulled her tongue out of his mouth and added, "For a start." Sitting up astride him to let Buster see her better, Babs rocked herself back a bit to roll her powderpuff tail over Buster's softening erection. Of course, doing that made it not be soft anymore, and once she was satisfied that he was fully rehardened, she rose up on her knees as she reached a hand down between her thighs to grab him. Carefully guiding the tip of his bunnyhood to the entrance of her most private of places, she asked him, "Are you ready?" "What do you think?" he asked as he twitched himself in her grasp. Babs only response was to smirk at him playfully as she pulled her hand away so she could impale herself on his erection, driving it deeply up into her body. "URK!" said Buster with surprise once she was all the way down. "You like?" she asked as she started to gyrate on him a little. "Uh--huhh..." Babs smiled as she put more force into her gyrations. The time, she wanted only to come hard, and as quickly as possible. Buster could tell that this was what Babs wanted, and he didn't have any problem with it. Gritting his teeth, he placed his hands on her knees and gently rubbed them up her thighs, enjoying the feel of the stockings as he did so. By the time he had reached their tops, Babs was wildly bouncing up and down on him and he had wrapped his fists around her garters as he arched his back up a little so he could look at himself embedded within her. So forceful was Babs bouncing that her left breast popped out of her bustier. Lifting her hand up to cup it, she brought the tip of her ear down to tickle the now exposed nipple as she pinched her lower lip with her teeth while her pleasure began to rapidly approach the boiling point. "NARGH!!" cried Buster suddenly as he felt his pleasure shoot out of him up into Babs body. "BUS-TER!!" cried Babs with delight as she felt the internal splash that pushed her over the edge. Locked in the embrace of delight, the two bunnies went rigid as their bodies absorbed the delight they had been so intensely enjoying. As the wave subsided, they began to relax a little and Buster said slowly, "Oh, Babs. I could stay here forever!" "Really?" asked Babs. "Well then how about..." Babs stopped herself when she remembered why they were where they were. "We don't have forever," she reminded him as she raised herself off of him and slid off the bed. "Eh?" asked Buster as he rolled over onto his side and looked at her quizzically. "We still have a race to win," she said as she tossed him his clothes. "Oh yeah," said Buster as he stood up to get dressed. As he pushed his spent self back into his pouch, he noticed that Babs was pulling on her own clothes over the fancy lingerie she was wearing. "Babsie?" he asked with confusion. "It's a rule," she explained with resignation. "I gotta wear this for the rest of the course. "Oh," said Buster with a nod as they headed for the door. "All the time?" "I can take it off for sex," she said as she smiled at him. "If you want me to." Buster could only grin. "We'll figure it out," he promised her. "It's too bad though," Babs mused when they had reached the exit. "What?" "Oh," she said as she raised up a foot to wiggle her toes, "the nylons are probably gonna get ruined by walking around on the ground out there." "Oh yeah," said Buster with a shrug. "Well..."" "Babs! Wait!" Buster and Babs turned to see Minerva Mink hurrying towards them. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, and the left shoulder strap of her teddy was broken, exposing that breast. The garments snap closure was hanging open and her right stocking had a run in it from just below her knee all the way up to the thighband. "Don't forget these," she said to Babs as she held up a pair of yellow sneakers. "Uh, thanks," said Babs as she took the shoes. "Uhm, you okay?" she asked as she sat down to put them on. "What can I say?" asked Minerva with a grin. "Nerds make for intense lovers," and she turned to go back into her house. Buster could not help but oggle her as he watched her go. Seeing that, Babs just sighed heavily, and after she finished tying the laces on her shoes, she stood up and poked him in the ribs, saying, "HEY!" "Oof! Uh, sorry, Babs." "Ah, it's okay. Well, *this* is why I don't usually wear nylons when I get dressed up." "Huh?" "You gotta wear shoes. I *hate* shoes." "Oh, yeah," mused Buster. "Well, you could just not wear shoes and we could not go out," he suggested with a smile. Babs only rolled her eyes. "Come on," she said as she took him by the hand. "Let's go."
Leaving the Breastop Mountains and Shirley's hiccups behind, Plucky and Shirley continued on their way. "Say, Shirl," asked Plucky in as a non-chalant voice as he could manage, "what were you and your Aura gonna do before you got the hiccups?" Shirley smiled as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, like, you'll find out," she said slyly. "When?" "Later, er some junk." "Oh," said Plucky with just a hint of disappointment. "Like, totally chill, Plucky. You'll like, get what you want." Shirley stopped then, and as Plucky turned to look at her, he saw that she had retracted her feathers to expose her most private of places to him. "And so will I!" she added when she saw that Plucky was looking where she wanted him to. Then, with a faint sigh, she rehid everything behind her feathers once more. "Like, later," she promised him. "Okay, Shirl," said Plucky with a smile as they continued through the maze. "Whatever you say." "Cool," agreed Shirley. They had not gone far though when they heard the sound of a giant robot clanking towards them.
"Zho how far through zees course are we, Hamton?" "Gee, Fifi, I dunno. Lemme check the map." Taking out the rudimentary outline of the course that they had been furnished with at the start of the contest, Hamton looked it over to figure out how to answer her question. "Let's see. Pit of Masturbation... Ah, here it is. Well, it looks to me like we are about one third of the way to the finish." "One third? Zut alures! We steel have a long way to go!" "Uh huh." "And probably many more eenteresting places in wheech to make zee loove!" "Probably," agreed Hamton with a grin. "Ah can see zat vous agrees with moi," said Fifi with a smile as she looked down at the lump in his overalls. "Well, gosh, Fifi, isn't that part of why we are here?" "Oh vous seeley peeg," said Fifi with a smile as she kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's go and faind anoothair place for eet." "Okay, Fifi!" said Hamton with enthusiasm as they quickened their pace a little. Turning left at the next opportunity, they were greeted by a strange sight. "Well would you look at that." "What eez eet?" "I don't know. Let's find out."
"It's not the formalizer," said Monty quietly as he peered around the corner to look at the giant robot that was standing at the juncture of several pathways. "It's something else." "Lemme see!" whispered Elmyra as she squeezed herself between Monty and the corner so she could peer around it. "Oh!" she said when she felt his erection pressed against her bottom. Thrusting her butt back a bit as she looked over her shoulder at him, she asked, "Eager?" "Heh heh. What d'you think?" "I think," said Elmyra as she looked back out at the giant robot, "that I wanna find out what that thing does!" "Well then," said Monty as reached around her to cup her breasts, "let's go find out." "Tee hee hee hee," giggled Elmyra as she batted his hands away. "Come on." As the pair stepped out into the intersection, the robot spotted them instantly. Like the formalizer, it was tall and mechanical, but that was the only obvious similarity. The thing had a large circular grill on each of its shoulders that was on the end of a tube which ran down to the ankle on the opposite foot, giving the thing the look of a giant mechanical letter X. "Welcome!" said the robot to Monty and Elmyra as it knelt down to pick them up. "I am the Crosser. Please enjoy yourselves," and it dropped each of them into the now open grates on its shoulders. "OOOoooOOoo! "WAAAAAAHHHH!" "Tee hee hee hee hee!" "Hey, what gives?" "Oh phoo!" "Ah, come on!" THUD!!! "Oohhh..." said Elmyra groggily as she stepped out of the opening in the robots ankle. "Well, this is unexpected," she said as she looked down at herself to see that her dress had been replaced by Monty's tuxedo. With a knowing grin on her lips, she called out, "Oh, Monty!" "I am *not* coming out like this," came the defiant reply from inside the robot's other ankle. "Oh come on, Snookums. Please?" "NO!" Before Elmyra could repeat her request, the grill on the robot's ankle irised open, and Monty was forcefully blown out of it by a strong gust of air. "WAHH!!" he cried as he flew through the air before landing with a thud at Elmyra's feet. Just as Elmyra was wearing Monty's clothes, so too was Monty wearing Elmyra's. Everything from her high heels to her gerbil skull had been swapped, and Elmyra grinned when she saw that Monty's impromptu flight and hard landing had flipped up the hem of her (his?) dress to expose his butt that was fully encased in her pantyhose. Elmyra could not help but break out in hysterical giggles at this ridiculous sight. "Oh, Monty! You look so cuuute!" "Yeah, whatever," said Monty as he stood up, and then promptly fell on his face once more as he tried to take a step in Elmyra's heels. "Why me?" he muttered into the ground. "You okay, Monty-wonty?" asked Elmyra with concern. Rolling over onto his back, Monty sat up, and looking up at Elmyra, he asked, "How can you walk in these things?" "Eh, it's a girl thing," she said with a shrug as she offered him a hand up. "Please enjoy yourselves," said the Crosser robot then as it reached into its head to pull out a large canopy bed and place it on the ground at its feet. "Good day," it said as it stood back up and lumbered away. "Lemme guess," said Monty with a touch of sarcasm. "We gotta screw each other while wearing these clothes." "Gee, Monty," said Elmyra with disappointment, "you don't wanna?" "Uh," said Monty quickly as he turned to face her. Her lower lip quivered with sadness and her eyes were on the edge of tears. "No..." he said with a surpassingly tender voice. "I mean yes... I mean... Ahhhh, c'mere." Taking her by the hand, Monty gently pulled her close and said, "I love you, Elmyra," and then he kissed her. The kiss was short and tender, and Elmyra returned it gladly. When they broke apart, Monty brushed a hand across Elmyra's forehead and said, "I was just being sarcastic about having to wear your clothes, and you mine." "Oh!" said Elmyra as understanding dawned on her. "Okay. Wanna fuck?" "What do you think?" said Monty as he pulled her close once more. This time the embrace was longer, the kiss harder, and the way he gripped her butt and squeezed it was much more intense. In spite of himself, Monty could could not help but laugh as he did that, much to Elmyra's curiosity. "What?" she asked him. "I can't slip my hand up under your skirt." "Tee hee hee, but I can!" replied Elmyra, and she did just that. Monty's eyes widened as he felt Elmyra's hand work its way up under "his" dress, and then into the pantyhose he was wearing. "Hey, toots, you wanna go use that bed?" "I thought you'd never ask," said Elmyra as she gave his bum a pinch. Then, pulling her hand free, and wrapping both arms around his neck, she said, "Carry me?" Without hesitation, Monty swept Elmyra off her feet and started walking towards the bed, promptly losing his balance on the high heels and falling over onto Elmyra in a heap. "Oops!" said Elmyra as she giggled over what had just happened. "Still haven't got the hang of those things?, do you.?" "No," admitted Monty. "I don't." "Well come on," said Elmyra as she stood up and offered him her hand. "I'll help you." Taking small wobblily steps, Monty allowed Elmyra to walk him over to the bed. She tried to give him tips on how to walk without falling, how to place and lift his foot and so on, and by the time they had reached the bed he was starting to get the hang of it. But by then, Elmyra had other things on her mind. Kicking off her own shoes, which were really Monty's if you remember, she climbed up onto the bed and said, "Come on, Monty-head, let's have some *fun.*" "Now why didn't I think of that?" muttered Monty as he slipped off the awkward heels before joining Elmyra on the bed. "Because, silly, it wouldn't have been as funny." "Uh yeah, right," said Monty as he reached out to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. "That's my Monty," said Elmyra as he opened the shirt to expose her breasts. "Never wastes any time." "Wasting time costs money," said Monty as he slid his hands up to fondle her. "I wish I could take this all the way off," mumbled Elmyra as he did so. "Eh, no big deal. I can see, and touch, everything that I want," said Monty before he lowered his head down to take her left nipple into his mouth. "But not all at once, Snookums," she whispered as he enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her tit. "I wanna be naked for you." "Hummm?" asked Monty as he moved his mouth over to her other breast. Elmyra sighed contentedly as he did so. "Never mind." Monty continued to suckle on Elmyra's tits for a long time before working his way up her throat to kiss her once more. After tongue wrestling with her for a few seconds, his hands slid up her sides to rest on her breasts, and keeping a firm grip on those smallish, but fully mature globes, he gently pushed her back down onto the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. "Those pants are in the way," he remarked as he looked down at her. "Well do something about it, Silly-head." "I will," he said as he slid "her" cummerbund up her torso to just below her bosom. Then he undid her belt and opened her pants to reveal his boxer shorts. "Damn robot doesn't miss a thing," he murmured as he snapped them open to reveal Elmyra's lower tuft of curly red hair. "Now *that* I like," he said as he brushed his fingers across it. "Mmmm..." said Elmyra as he did so, which was followed by a squeal of delight as he dropped his head down to kiss her there. Monty kissed and kneaded her tuft with his lips for a few seconds, but when he tried to go lower and found that the pants made him unable to reach her opening, he grabbed her waistband with a frustrated grunt and dragged the trousers down just far enough to reach his target. Clamping her hands on the back of his head to keep him in place, Elmyra wriggled and squiggled in with delight as Monty's mouth pried open the entrance to her most intimate of places. "Oh- Monty!" she cried out with delight as he plunged his tongue deeply into it, causing her to unexpectedly climax. She drew up her knees and pressed them together, hugging Monty to her as waves of pleasure washed over her body. When Elmrya relaxed her grip on him as the throes of her passion subsided, Monty rose up onto his knees and stared at her opened up tuxedo framed nudity. After a long moment of gazing at her, he said, "Oh, I want you," Breathing in long shallow breaths, Monty pushed the pantyhose he was wearing down to his knees. Then, leaning forward to support himself on his hands, he more or less lined himself up for entry and said, "Take it!" Grinning foolishly, Elmyra reached down and lifted up the hem of Monty's dress. "OoooOOOoo!" she said with enthusiasm. "Lookit what's hiding under there!" Keeping the front of the dress pulled up with one hand, Elmyra grabbed Monty's erection with her other and carefully guided it to the entrance of her femininity. When Monty felt the tip of his member come into contact with her, he immediately pushed himself all the way in, causing both of them to gasp with delight. "You like that in there?" he asked as he lowered himself down to kiss her." "Don't fight it, Papa!" said Elmyra as she pulled the back of his dress up so she could clutch his bare cheeks. And he didn't. With an affectionate growl, (Hey, don't ask. These two are weird, so a growl can be affectionate.) Monty started to gently pull himself back and forth within her. Since he and only opened Elmyra's pants, and not pulled them down any, she was able to draw up her knees up to Monty's waist, and hug him with them for a few seconds before she rose her feet straight up in the air, causing her pants legs to puddle down to her thighs. Needless to say, this all made for a very bizarre sight, and in Wackyland, the bizarre gets attention. "Not *that* is weird," whispered Gogo to Sphynxy as the pair of them peered around the corner to watch "the brat and the ditz" copulate. "Oh, I dunno," said Sphynxy as she observed them thoughtfully. "Is it any weirder than you and that walking fire hydrant?" "Hey!" protested Gogo. "She's a nice lady." "Oh yeah? What's she got that I ain't got?" "A *very* high pressure mouth." "Uh, Gogo," said Sphynxy with confusion, "it might be *called* a blow job, but the girl is supposed to *suck* on your dick. Like this," and she demonstrated what she was talking about. "Oohhh!" said Gogo with both understanding and delight as his eyes popped out of their sockets to land in Sphynxy's ears. "I see." "Mmmnnhmmnn..." murmered Sphynxy as she kept on concentrating on what was in her mouth. Monty and Elmyra in the meantime, completely unaware of the activity that was happening around the corner from them, or even that they were being watched, continued to make oblivious love to once another. Their passions had finally overwhelmed their senses, and Elmyra was literally squeezing an orgasm out of Monty as she cried out in the delight of her own. His face was turning blue from a lack of air, but the look of pleasure on his face was unmistakable. Then, as her orgasm faded, she relaxed her grip on him and Monty took in a huge gasp of fresh air, returning his color to normal. "Oopsie," said Elmyra when she realized the discomfort she had caused her lover. "You okay, Monty?" Monty sighed heavily as he withdrew himself from Elmyra's body and rolled off of her. "Never better," he said as he turned his head to look at her. "I love you toots," he said as he leaned forward to kiss her. "I love you too, Monty-wonty head," she said after the kiss was done. They lay side by side for a long moment, just smiling at each other. "Well," said Elmrya as she sat up and started to rebutton her shirt, "we better get moving. We still wanna beat the hippity hops." Then reaching down next to the bed, she picked up her high heels and handed them to Monty. "I think these are kinda sorta yours for the rest of the race." Monty took the awkward footwear from her and sighed. "Why me?" was all he could say.
"So, Buster," asked Babs as they continued on their trek through the maze, "what are you gonna by me with the money you win from Monty?" "Eh?" asked Buster with surprise. "Well, sure," said Babs as she looked at him with an entitled expression. "I mean, this is a team contest, and I am the other half of your team. So what are you gonna buy me?" "Uh, well, gee, Babs, I hadn't given it any thought." "Oh reeeallly?" asked Babs playfully. "So you just expect to screw me non-stop through this little course, and then not share the fruits of victory with me?" Something in her voice let Buster know that Babs was just having some fun with him. With a grin, he decided to try and turn the tables on her. "Hmm... You gotta point," he admitted. "No, you've got the point. I've got the target," "Ouch, Babs, that was terrible." "What are you gonna buy me?" she asked again, shrugging off his criticism. "Hmmm..." said Buster thoughtfully as he looked her over. "I know!" he said suddenly as he snapped his fingers. "It'll be perfect." "What?" asked Babs with anticipation. "How about a hundred pairs of nylons?" Babs gaped at Buster with disbelief. He looked very serious as he made the suggestion, but soon a grin tugged at his mouth, as he fought to keep himself from laughing. Rolling her eyes skywards, she could only mutter, "Oh gee, thanks." Unable to contain himself any longer, Buster burst out laughing, and the two bunnies continued on their way.
"I think I heard it over here, Shirl," said Plucky as they took a left turn in the maze. Surprisingly, he was correct. They rounded the corner to see the Formalizer robot standing in the middle of a four way intersection in the maze. They also saw, in the pathway opposite them, Hamton and Fifi looking up at the giant robot as it bent down towards them. Of course, since they had not encountered it before, Plucky didn't know what the Formalizer was. All he saw was a big menacing robot advancing on his friends. "HEY!" he cried as he charged into the intersection, "YOU LEAVE MY PALS ALONE!" "Plucky, like, wait!!" Shirley cried after him. She didn't know for sure what the Formalizer was either, but she knew that it had to be one of two robots she'd read about in the TTBSLand brochure, so she knew that it wasn't dangerous. "Let them go, you monster!" shouted Plucky as he hauled back a webbed foot to kick at the mechanical man. Of course, this was a rather dumb thing to do, since Plucky's webfoot was a lot less hard than the solid steel construction of the Formalizer. As soon as he kicked it, he was hopping around on one foot yelling, "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" each time he touched down. "Error!" said the Formalizer then as it stood up straight and became motionless. "Oh great, Plucky," said Hamton when he saw that happen. "I think you broke it," "Huh?" asked Plucky who stopped hopping around to look at his friend. He noticed then that neither he nor Fifi seemed in the least bit concerned about the giant robot's presence. "You mean, you know what that is?" "Not exactly," said Fifi. "Boot eef eet eez here, zhen eet moost be a part of zee game, non?" "Oh..." said Plucky as that realization dawned on him. "Right. Uhm..." Shirley spared his further incoherent babbling. "Like, that's my Plucky, er some junk. Always ready to charge in before he knows what's going on. I'm pretty sure that's the Formalizer," she added as she regarded the robot." "Hey!" protested Plucky. "I was only trying to help. And furthermore..." Plucky was cut off when the Formalizer suddenly came back to life. "Reset" it said as turned to regard the four toons before it. "Subjects scanned and identified. Begin processing now." The Formalizer slowly bent down to pick the four toons up and drop them into its mouth. As they banged and clanged their way though through the device, it became clear that Plucky's mad rush and the error it caused had not been completely corrected. He was the first to emerge from the robots heel, and as he did he looked down to see himself wearing a powder blue leisure suit. "This is formal?" he asked as he pondered his attire. "I look like an accountant," muttered Hamton in disgust as he emerged from the device. He was wearing plain black trousers, a white, short sleeve shirt, and a thin black necktie. "How boring." "Vous theenk vous has le problems?" asked Fifi then. "I totally agree," said Shirley. Plucky and Hamton turned to see what had happened to their girlfriends, and they looked at them with amazed shock when they saw what it was. Shirley and Fifi were wearing each other's Amazing Three outfits! "Humph," said Fifi as she pondered the blue dress she was wearing. It was a little tight on her, but still fit okay. "Doesn't do a theeng for moi." "Like, pants?!?" Shirley asked Fifi as she considered her own attire. There was hint of worry in her voice. "Like, why'd you pick an outfit with pants?" Before Fifi could respond, Hamton had come over to where the girls were standing. "Gee, Fifi," he said to her, "I think you look kinda pretty in that dress." "Do vous?" asked Fifi with a grin. "Well zhen, wait oonteel vous peels me out of eet!" she added with coy smile as she reached her tail around to tickle his chin. At least, that was her intention. Instead, the large appendage just slammed into Hamton's chest and knocked him flat on his back. "Le sheet!" cried Fifi as she knelt by his side. "Are vous okay?" she asked with concern. "Uh huh," said Hamton as he shook his head to clear it. "What happened." "Zee tail hole een zees tiaghts eez too small," Fifi explained to Hamton. Then, looking accusingly to Shirley, she added, "Ah cannot fully control moi tail!" "Oh, chill, Feef," said Shirley with consternation. "You're not the one wearing these..." "Pants!" said Plucky suddenly, and with a strange lilt in his voice. Everyone turned to see that Plucky had a wild look in his eyes as he oggled Shirley hungrily. "Like, oh shit," muttered the blonde Loon when she saw it. "PANTS!" shouted Plucky as he ran to Shirley. Throwing her over his shoulder he carried her over to the large bed that the Formalizer had left behind and threw her down on it on her hand and knees. "Want them down!" he said gruffly as he unceremoniously yanked down the pants that Shirley was wearing. "Ohhh..." he murmered as he pressed his crotch against her now exposed bum. Walking hand in hand, Hamton and Fifi walked over to the bed. "What eez wrong weeth Plooky?" asked Fifi as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to her friend. His expression was glazed as he gyrated his front on Shirley's rear, but he said nothing. "Like, it's a the pants," said Shirley with resignation. "I don't get it," said Hamton. "It's a Plucky thing," she explained. "Y'see..." Before Shirley could continue her explanation, Plucky suddenly became more active again. "No pants!" he cried as he slapped at Shirley's feathered behind. "Like, aahh!!" cried Shirley not unexpectedly as she felt the start of what she knew was going to be a very *intense* spanking. And it was. With his arms moving so fast that they looked more like a blur of circular motion attached to his shoulder's, Plucky spanked Shirley with tremendous speed and forcefulness. Her bill fell open in an inarticulate gasp from the rapid swats, and as her behind reddened, her arousal began its inexorable build up towards perfect delight. "Wow," said Hamton when he saw how fast Plucky was spanking Shirley, and how she was managing to take it without complaint. "Oh, vous laik zat?" said Fifi as she turned to regard him. Seeing the large lump in his slacks, she added, "Ah see zat vous does. Fifi quickly undid Hamton's pants and had his considerable pighood in her hands. "Would vous laik to do zat to moi?" she asked as she began to gently stroke him. "Uhhhnnnggg..." was all that Hamton could say. "Uh uh. uln..." panted Shirley as she drew ever nearer to orgasm, knowing that it was about to arrive. "WAAHH!!!" she cried when it did, throwing her head back as she cried out with the delight of the pleasure that was radiating though her body, and the feel of what was like a warm blanket caressing her behind. As the throes of her pleasure wracked Shirley's body, something in Plucky's fogged brain realized she was cumming, and that realization somehow brought his own excitement to the boiling point as well. Without warning, he stopped spanking her to shove his own pants down just as his erection exploded with pleasure. He then swatted his hands firmly onto Shirley's now reddend bumcheeks and spread them apart so that his spurts were collected between them. As they died out, his hands pressed her buttocks together and gently kneaded them against one another, but his mind was still not back to normal. "Pants..." he murmered. Hearing Plucky say that as her pleasure subsided, and feeling the lubrication of his spooge between her cheeks, she knew what was about to happen next, and she prepared herself for it. In anticipation she rocked backwards a bit, pressing her butt more firmly against Plucky's hard grip. Feeling more pressure on his hands, Plucky looked down at what he was holding. His eyes were still dazzled, and he was clearly not fully aware of himself. "No pants," he muttered. "Hide ass," he added as she clenched his hands a bit on hers and spread her cheeks apart once more. "No pants!" he said again as he suddenly pushed his still throbbing erection into Shirley's anus. "Like, oohhh.." said Shirley as she felt him enter her there. Fifi and Hamton gaped with wonder when they saw Plucky's duckhood disappear into Shirley's behind. As the green duck started to hump the white loon's ass for all it was worth, Hamton and Fifi turned to look at each other again. As their eyes met, there was a look of jealous regret in both of their faces, but before either of them could say a word, Fifi leaned forward and closed her mouth around Hamton's erection to suck on it greedily. She raised her legs and crossed her ankles being his knees as her she began to bob her head back and forth on him, and he could only run his fingers through her hair and gasp out her name as he took delight in what she was doing. Fifi now had an almost insatiable need. She wanted to taste Hamton's pleasure, but she also wanted more. She kept up her ministrations without falter, running her tongue along his shaft as she kept it pressed between her lips. She reached up one hand to play with his balls and reached behind him to wriggle her middle finger around his tail. She could tell that he was almost there, and she did her best to get him to that point as quickly as she could. Using all her skill and experience, she got him there just when she wanted him to be, and as she tasted the first spurt of enjoyments, she swallowed it gladly. Of couse, that one swallow was not nearly enough to take down all of Hamton's pleasure, and her mouth was soon full of it again. After swallowing a second time, she pushed his still spurting member out of her mouth with her tongue to get a facefull of his delight. With Hamton still squirting at her, she lay back on the bed and hiked up the dress she was wearing. Then pushing down the gray tights underneath it, she grabbed Hamton's still erupting member, which by now had made quite a sloppy mess on her, and pulled it down to her vagina and slipped it into herself as Hamton's orgasm continued to run its course. Feeling his pleasure splashing inside of her delighted Fifi to no end, and pulling Hamton's pighood fully into her body, she wriggled on him as best as she could to try to get herself to come as well. "WAAHOOO!!" Plucky suddenly cried as he felt his pleasure surging out of him and into Shirley's behind. "Like, ungh!" cried Shirley as he own body convulsed with recipatory delight. As his orgasm faded, so did the strange look in Plucky's eyes, and his mind began to again focus on reality. Looking down, he saw where his duckhood was embedded and he said, "Uh, Shirl?" Looking back up at him over her shoulder, Shirley said, "Like, don't worry, Plucky. I *was* wearing pants." "You were..." Plucky's voice trailed off when he saw the pants bunched up at Shirley's knees. "Did I...?" "Yep." "Did you...?" "Twice." "Should I take it out?" "If you want." "Well, I..." "Oh... Ooh la laaaa..." said Fifi then in a strangely calm voice. Plucky and Shirley looked over to see Hamton laying atop her, twitching in the final spasms of his own orgasm. Fifi was curling up around him, and there was a contented look on her face as a very small amount of her fumes radiated off of her tail as she experienced a mild orgasm. It wasn't enough to cause Plucky and Shirley to fall to pieces, but it was still pungent enough to cause them hurriedly disengage from each other and skootch away from their friends. "Like, Fifi?" said Shirley as she pinched her nostrils. Fifi cooed with delight as Hamton first gave her a dainty kiss, and then pulled himself out of her. As he backed away, he saw the remnants of his delight on Fifi's front and said, "What a mess." "Like, my dress!" said Shirley with alarm when she saw the piggy spooge that was all over it. "Relax, Shairlee," said Fifi with a grin as she reached down to pull her tights back up. "Eet wheel coome out." Shirley regarded her friend dubiously. "Are you like, sure?" "Do vous see any stains on the outfeet vous are wearing?" Shirley quickly looked down at what she was wearing. When she saw no evidence of what she now saw on Fifi, she said, "Well, okay, but..." "Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo!" shouted Gogo as he drove what looked like a very old firetruck up to the bed that the four toons were still all sitting on. "Clean up- brigade!" he cried as he pressed a button on the dashboard. Without warning, four large nozzles emerged from the truck and pointed at each of the participants. Then, yellow colored smoke billowed out of each of the nozzels, completely obscuring the four of them from each others sight. There was much coughing and hacking, but when the smoke cleared, they all noticed something quite strange. Although their clothing was still disheveled and open, they could tell that it had been somehow miraculously drycleaned by the yellow smoke. Furthermore, they all felt as if they had just come out of a long hot shower, and feeling not just squeaky clean, but reinvigorated by the experience. "Well, zat was certainlee strange," said Fifi as she stood up and started to smooth out her dress. "What around here isn't?" asked Plucky as he stuffed his spent duckhood back into its pouch before standing up himself to pull back up the trousers of his leisure suit. "Not much," said Hamton as he neatend up his own clothing. "Like, Plucky?" said Shirley. The others all turned to see that Shirley was still on her hands and knees, her pants still pulled down. "You, like, wanna?" "Oh, yeah, almost forgot," said the little green duck as he went back over to her and pulled up her pants. Then, taking her hand he helped her off the bed and kissed her tenderly. "Sorry," he muttered. "Like, don't worry about it," she said as she ruffled the feathers on the top of his head. "Uhm would vous maind explainng what joost happened?" "Oh!" said Shirley as she blushed just a little. "It's like this. Y'see, a while back, I was, like, experimenting with psychic stimulation on Plucky here, and I like, kinda goofed, er some junk." "Uhm, what?" asked Fifi with confusion "It's kinda embarrassing," said Plucky. "Shirley was trying to find a way to plant a suggestion in my mind that would make me get horny depending on what she was wearing. But, well, she sorta overdid it. So now, anytime I see here wearing pants, I gotta... Well do what I did." "I got, like, carried away," continued Shirley. "I kinda like, planted the sugestion a little *too* well, er some junk. That's totally why I never wear pants. A dress or a skirt is still okay, but pants are mondo out." "Oh," said Hamton as he considered this tidbit of information about his friends that he really want to know about. "But, Shirley, why don't you just undo the suggestion?" "It's not that simple," she explained. "Undoing a psychic suggestion is a lot more totally difficult and junk than planting one is. So, I just don't wear pants. Unless of course, I wanna, like, take it up the ass for a special occasion," she added with a sly grin. "Uhm... raight..." said Fifi as she considered what her friend just said. "But then how can you be wearing the pants now?" asked Hamton with confusion. "Simple," explained Plucky. "I pulled them up. If I do that, or see her putting them on, or otherwise know that she's gonna be wearing them, it prevents me from losing control. It's only when I see them unexpectedly that I have to react to them." "That's totally right," said Shirley. "But, like, shouldn't we be getting back on the trail er some junk?" Hamton, grateful for the change of subject, was quick to agree. "You've got a point, Shirley." Taking Fifi's hand, he said, "Shall we go?" "Oui, let's get going." "Onward!" said Plucky with enthusiasm as he wrapped his arm around Shirley's, and the two couples parted company once more.
"My feet are killing me," said Monty as he and Elmyra continued on their way. He'd gotten the hand of walking in her high heels, but he still didn't like doing it. "Why do you wear these things?" Elmyra could only shrug. "Cuz they make your legs look pretty and your bum wiggle when you walk. Why else?" she asked as she casually reached her hand up his skirt to give his bottom a gentle squeeze. "Uh, yeah, right," muttered Monty as he blushed just a little. "Tee hee hee. Oh come on Monty. It can't be that bad." Monty was going to say otherwise, but he thought better of it. He knew that Elmyra wore the things everytime she got dressed up, and she never complained. "If she can do it, so can I," he thought. Changing the subject, he asked, her, "So, how are you liking this place so far?" "Eh, pretty good," she admitted. "But we still got a long way to go." "Yeah, we do," admitted Monty. "We better keep going." And much to his feets protests, they did just that.
Buster kept laughing until he could do so no longer. Looking at Babs with a sly grin, he said, "Sorry, Babsie, but you shoulda seen the look on your face." "I can imagine," she said dryly. She eyed him curiously for a moment then before she too chuckled at the absurdity of their conversion. "Okay, I admit, you got me good," she said after a moment. "Thanks," said Buster when she admitted that he had gotten the better of her. "And don't worry, I will get you something you'll like. I just don't know what it'll be yet." "I trust you," said Babs. "After all, you do know me better than anyone." "I better," Buster retorted with a mock threat in his voice. "Don't worry," Babs reassured him. "You do."
Taking a different path than their friends had, Plucky and Shirley continued on their way. Once he was sure that they had gotten out of earshot of the other couple, Plucky asked Shirley, "Sore?" "A little," Shirley admitted. "But I'm okay. I just wish I'd been able to, like, prepare for it, or some junk." "I *am* sorry about that, Shirl," said Plucky as he looked away from her in embarrassment. "Like, don't worry, Plucky," she said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I may not have been totally ready for it, but your spooge helped, and you know that I like, totally like it." "From time to time," added Plucky with a sly grin. Shirley could only smile back at him, as, even without reading his mind, she could tell what idea was starting to form in his head. "Like, no way, Pluckface," she said good naturedly. "I am totally not gonna start wearing pants on a regular basis, or some junk." "Darn," said Plucky with mock disappointment as he snapped his finger. "Oh well, A guy can dream, can't he?" Shirley chuckled at that statement. "I know what you dream, Plucky," she reminded him. "And you don't dream about that very often." "True," admitted Plucky as he moved his hand down to rest it on her behind. "I have other dreams about this fine feathered fanny of yours." "That's totally true," she agreed with him. Then giving him a playful wink, she added, "And so do I."
"Le sigh," said Fifi quietly as she and Hamton continued through the maze. "What's wrong, Fifi?" Hamton asked her with concern. "Oh, Ah am joost feeling a leetle jealoos, zat is all." "Why?" Fifi stopped walking long enough to turn and look Hamton in the eye. "Vous knows why." "Oh!" said Hamton suddenly. "That." "Oui," said Fifi dejectedly. "Oh, it's okay, Fifi. Don't worry about it." "Boot we can't even try eet to see eef we might laik eet." "I don't mind," said Hamton with a smile. "I love you just like you are." "Ah know," she said as a smile crept onto her lips. "Boot Ah am curious." "Well, that's the one drawback to me being a pig and you a skunk," said Hamton with a shrug. "The size difference makes it impossible." "Steel, eet eez kind of irritating, eez eet not? Zee one taim zat zee old rule of "anytheeng eez posseeble in zee animation" doose not apply eez for soomething we both want to do." "Well," said Hamton with a shrug, "I guess there's an exception to every rule." "Tres correct," said Fifi with resignation. "Ah well, at leest we can do oothair theengs." "And do them well," agreed Hamton. "And a lot," Fifi added with a grin. "Come on, Fifi," said Hamton with enthusiasm. "Let's find someplace comfortable to do one of them." "Absolute, mon piggy du loove. We moost find zee trysting place, no?" "Yes," Hamton said with a smile. "We must!"
In spite of everything, Monty felt that he was finally getting the hang of walking in Elmyra's shoes. Seeing that he was becoming more confident, Elmyra said to him, "Figured it out, huh, Snookums." "More or less," he admitted. "I still don't like it though." Elmyra gave him a sympathetic shrug. "They do take getting used to," she admitted. "They're not the only thing," he murmered. "What do you mean?" "Well, for starters..." Monty stopped in mid sentence when he felt a patch of the ground he was walking on depress a little as he stepped on it and it made an audible "CLICK!" "Uh-oh..." said the two of them together when they heard it. Without warning, the ground beneath their feet swung open like a trap door and they found themselves tumbling down a long circular tunnel with no way to stop their momentum. After falling for almost two minutes, the tunnel came to and end, and it dumped them out onto a large bed. "OOoooo..." said Elmyra once they came to a stop. "What a ride." Monty pushed himself up groggily onto his knees and shook his head to clear it. As his vision cleared, he looked at there surroundings. "Oh no..." he murmered. "Not here." "Monty? What's wrong, sweetums?" "Beds," said Monty. "Beds!" Elmyra then looked at where they were. They were sitting on a large, unremarkable king sized bed in the middle of a field. Also in that field were dozens of other beds. Twin beds, double beds, canopy beds, four poster beds, waterbeds, sofabeds, in every size, shape and configuration that you could manage. "Oh," she said when she saw them. "This must be the Field of Beds." "It is," said Monty with dispare. "We're almost back to the beginning of the course!" "Oh," said Elmyra quietly. Even see knew that this had put a major crimp in their ability to get to the finish line ahead of Buster and Babs. "Well, maybe the Hippity Hops will get delayed somehow too." "Yeah," said Monty hopefully. "You're probably right." Monty seemed so dejected that Elmyra couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "Oh, don't worry, snookums," she said as she laid a hand on his knee. "We'll get the best of those bunny wunny heads eventually." "You think so?" he asked her with genuine curiosity. "Monty, I know so! You're too smart for them. You're better than they are!" "Well, that is true," Monty agreed. "I am rich." "That's *not*" what I meant," she said as she slid her hand up his leg and slipped it under his skirt. "Urk," said Monty as he felt her fingers brush across his penis, which immediately started to harden as she did so. Before he could say anything else, Elmyra leaned forward to kiss him. Keeping her one hand up the hem of his dress, she gently pressed on his shoulder with the other to get him to lie back on the bed. "Hey," he said quietly as he let himself sink into the mattress, "you're kinda acting like me." "Well why not?" she asked as she laid herself down on top of him. "I am dressed like you," and she kissed him once more. Letting the kiss linger as their arousal grew, Elmyra finally broke it off, and as she sat up on her knees, she looked down at Monty and said, "Turn over." Having a pretty good idea of why she wanted him to do that, Monty rotated between her legs so that he was laying on his stomach. Almost at once, Elmyra reached down and carefully unzipped his dress so she could gently massage his now bare back. After a few seconds of this, she got him to roll over once more, and as Monty raised his arms, she pulled down on the front of the dress to puddle it at his waist. "You have nice pecs," she said simply as she reached down to fondle Monty's chest muscles. "Heh heh, thanks," he murmured as she did so. After a few seconds of this, Elmyra slid off of Monty to stand by next to the bed. Without comment, she grabbed ahold of his dress and carefully pulled it down the rest of the length of his body and casually dropped it to the ground. Along the way, Monty had lost one shoe, and Elmyra wasted no time in slipping off the other one and brushing them both off of the bed. "Now that," she said as she looked at Monty laying calmly on the bed in nothing but a pair of pantyhose, "is a nice view." "Glad ya like to toots," said Monty, but he did nothing else. "I do," she said as she stepped forward. Bending down, she planted a dainty kiss on Monty's erection, which the pantyhose had mashed against his belly. "Do you?" Monty groaned with happiness as Elmyra continued to kiss his swollen toonhood and she hastily shrugged off her jacket. She continued to kiss his length as she unbuttoned her shirt and it was only as she pulled the tails of it out of her pants that she finally stood up again so Monty could see her that way. "My," she said as she looked at was throbbing with anticipation, "but you are eager, aren't you?" "What do you think?" asked Monty as he raised himself up onto his elbows to get a better look at her. "I think," she said as she finally removed her shirt and dropped it to the ground, "that we are both still overdressed." "Well whose fault is that?" asked Monty. "No ones," said Elmyra as she slipped off her loafers and began to unfasten her pants. "These things take time." Dropping her pants to her ankles, Elmyra quickly stepped out of the garments and kicked them aside before also removing her socks. Wearing nothing now but her boxer shorts, she said, "I want you naked." With that, she stepped closer to Monty, who let himself sink back onto the mattress so he could arch his back to let Elmyra peel slowly pull down his pantyhose. With a careful delibarateness, she peeled them down his legs, actually turning them inside out in the process of removing them. Once they were clear of his body, she dropped them on his dress and said, "Now that is much better," as she unbuttoned her shorts. With a flourish, Elmyra dropped her boxers, and Monty's eyes fixated on the tuft of red hair that was now before him, and what was quivering just south of it. With a smile of appreciation, Elmyra let him look at her for a few seconds before she crawled up on top of him to kiss him once more. "I wanted to be naked for you," she said as she brushed his lips with her own. "You like?" "Oh yeah," said Monty as he returned the kiss. "I like." After a few seconds of tenderly caressing one another, Elmyra carefully pushed down her knees so that they were between Monty's. "Spread your legs, Snookums," she whispered as she moved her head down to kiss the nape of his neck. Monty did as she was asked, and spread his legs wide. Elmyra giggled as he did so, and then she immediately began to squirm herself onto his erection. Once she had gotten him fully inside of her, she asked, "Comfy?" "Very," said Monty as he reached his hands down to clutch her butt. "Good," said Elmyra as she started to gently undulate herself on top of him, causing his erection to slide back and forth within her, "cuz so am I!" Monty's only response was to let out a low moan as he scissored his legs together so he could lock his ankles around hers. Sliding his arms up her back, he held her tightly to himself as their bodies got into a well know and practiced rhythm of love. Without words, Monty and Elmyra made gentle love to one another, allowing their passions to build slowly so that they could enjoy just being together for as long as was possible. Of course, given the nature of what they were doing, it didn't take long for those passions to build. With a growing intensity, Elmyra's mild undulations became intense gyrations as she gradually increased the speed and forcefulness of how she was rocking herself on Monty's member. Monty in turn drew up his knees to her waist and planted his feet flat on the mattress so he could more powerfully thrust himself up into her in time with her pulsating movements. Each of them knowing that the other was growing ever closer to full delight, they let their lips meet once more, and soon their tongues were exploring each others mouth as their hunger intensified. And then, it happened. Elmyra's head suddenly shot up with an exclamation of "Ooh!" as her body began to twitch with orgasmic delight. Almost immediately after that, Monty grunted inarticulately as his own pleasure shot into her body. In response to that, he wrapped his arms and legs tightly around her and pulled her back down to an intense kiss as they both quivered with an enjoyable climax. Breathing heavily, their mutual embrace became more gentle again as their orgasms faded. The kiss became a tender one once more, and when she broke it off, Elmyra looked down and Monty and said, quite simply, "I love you." "I love you too, Elmyra," said Monty as he reached up a hand to stroke her cheek. With a contented sigh, Elmyra skootched herself forward to get off of Monty's slowly fading erection. Rolling over onto her back, she said, "I suppose we should get dressed and get moving again." "Yeah," said Monty as he found his hand with her own and looked up at the sky. "We really should." They lay there quietly for a long few moments glowing in the memory of the love that they had just shared. With heavy sigh, Monty gave Elmyra's hand a final squeeze. "Come on," he said as he finally sat up. "We've got a lotta ground to make up." "Okay, sweetums," said Elmyra as she too rose up from the very comfortable bed. Monty reached down for his clothes, only to watch in dismay as they shot away from his grasp. "Oh come on!" he said with exasperation. "Now what?" "Tee hee hee," said Elmyra as she reached for his clothes. They did not retreat from her and she calmly set them on the bed beside her. "Silly Monty-wonty," she said as started to put them on. "We're still crossed, remember?" "Oh yeah..." said Monty with chagrin. "I was hoping that doing this would end that little requirement. Oh well, time to get back on the road," and he reached for Elmyra's dress.
"Let's go that way," said Babs as she and Buster stood in the middle of a four way intersection in the maze. "Any reason why?" "Seems like as good a choice as any." "Can't argue with that," agreed Buster, and they started to the path that Babs had chosen. Only to run into Plucky and Shirley as they came out of the same path into the intersection. "Like, Babs?" asked Shirley as soon as she saw her friend. "What's with the shoes, er some junk." "Isn't that Fifi's outfit?" asked Babs at the same time. "Yo, Plucky, get caught in a timewarp of fashion?" asked Buster as he eyed his pal's leisure suit. Just then, large iron doors clanged shut over the pathways away from the intersection. "Oh great," muttered Plucky. "Here we go again." "Eh?" asked Buster with confusion. "The four of us trapped in the same place," explained Plucky. "The only way out is for all four of us to screw." "And this is, like, a problem, er some junk?" said Shirley as she looked at him somewhat sternly. "I thought you like, liked, fucking me." "Oh, I do, Shirl!" said Plucky quickly. "In fact, I..." "Never mind, Plucky," said Babs, cutting him off. "Shirl, a word?" The two gals stepped away from the boyfriends then and huddled together to whisper to each other. Occasionally one of them would poke up her head to look at the boys and giggle, and then they returned to their discussion. "What do you suppose their talking about, Buster?" asked Plucky with curiosity. "I dunno, Plucko," said Buster, but I think we're gonna like it." Plucky then noticed that Buster had depouched his bunnyhood and he was calmly stroking himself. "Rabbits," Plucky muttered as he looked inquisitively over at the girls, and he took a casual sidestep away from Buster. After a few more seconds, Babs and Shirley, who did a double take look at what was in Buster's hand, broke out of their huddle. "Okay boys," said Babs, "let's get ready to play." Suddenly, Babs and Shirley went into a spin change, and when they came out of it, they were both very naked, and clearly aroused. Babs was holding a switch in her hands, and Shirley was idly fiddling with a carrot. "Like, c'mere boys. We got some mondo fun ideas, er some junk." There eyes widened with surprise, Buster and Plucky shuffled over to their girlfriends. But, as soon as they were close enough, and before they could do anything, the four of them were suddenly engulfed in another spin change. When the motion stopped, Babs and Shirley were both down on all fours facing each other. Buster was kneeling behind Babs and Plucky was behind Shirley as both couples found themselves doing it doggy style. "Like... hmmm..." said Shirley to Babs with effort as Plucky vigorously humped her. "A little uhm... simple, isn't it?" "Maybe," agreed Babs with a thoughtful look. "H-hang on." Another spin change occurred, and when it stopped, Plucky said, "Well, I didn't expect this!" All four of them were standing now. Shirley and Babs were bent slightly forward so that their boobs were mushed against each others and they had their arms wrapped around each others shoulders to prop each other up. Plucky looked down to see his duckhood pressed up into Shirley's behind, and he wasted no time in siding it back and forth in there. "Did you, Buster?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Nope," said Buster with a feral grin, who was also pushed up into the opening between Babs buttocks. "But I'm not complaining." As the two boys did what they were doing, Babs and Shirley looked at each other inquisitively. "So uh... how's uh... how's this?" asked Babs. "It's like, uhm.. ooo... totally more intense," she admitted. "But..." "Butt?" asked Babs with a grin. Shirley's eyes squeezed shut with concentration. "Uhm... that's not what I meant." "Softer?" asked Babs simply. "Totally," said Shirley with a nod. "You sure?" asked Babs, half hoping that she wasn't. Shirley paused to consider. She liked what was happening, but she wanted to keep the game going. "Shoulda saved this... oof! F-for last," she said simply. "Okay," said Babs, and another spin change engulfed them. A pair of soapy sponges flew out of the vortex, and when the change was completed, Buster found himself laying flat on his back with Shirley sitting astride him, his bunnyhood pressed deeply up into her body. Babs was sitting on his face, and her vagina quivered with delight as he nuzzled it with his lips. "I like this," he murmered. "So do I, Buster," Gasped Plucky, who was standing next to Babs and fondling her boobs while she sucked greedily on his duckhood. This continued for a long moment. Shirley was enjoying herself very much, and she could tell that Buster was as well. A quick glance at Babs told the loon that she was having fun, and the look of familiar glee on Plucky's face was instantly recognizable to her. "Kewl," she found herself thinking. "Like, everyone likes it, er some junk." Just then Plucky let out a low moan, and Shirley eyed him suspiciously. She had heard that moan before. "Hmm... Maybe he likes it *too* much..." she thought as she looked at her lover's expression. As soon as this thought formed in her mind, she initiated another spin change. When the motion stopped, Shirley was again on her hands and knees, but this time it was Buster who was kneeling behind her. Plucky was kneeling in front of her so she could clamp his erection tightly in her bill, and Babs, never one to be left out, was straddling Buster's back, impaling herself on his tail which he had kindly morphed into a penis for her. "Now this, I can totally live with," thought Shirley as she reveled in the feel of having Buster inside of her as she enjoyed the taste of Plucky in her mouth. Also content was Babs. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, pushing her boobs into his back as she intertwined her ears with his and humped his tail, reveling in the feel of it pushed up inside of her. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she nuzzled Buster's cheek with her own, and in response, he turned his head towards hers and their lips were soon locked together in a passionate kiss. Buster, for his part, was dimly aware of the fact that he was controlling the action here. The forcefulness with which he humped Shirley had a direct bearing on how hardly she bobbed her head on Plucky's erection, and of course how intensely Babs was bouncing on his tail. Wanting to enjoy himself for as long as possible, he was very deliberate in what he was doing to Shirley, not wanting to set off an unbreakable chain of climactic results to quickly. So instead, he concentrated on kissing Babs, wiggling his tail inside of her as she bounced on it, and kneading Shirley's bum as he screwed her. All of those things considered, he was enjoying himself very much. Plucky's eyes crossed in delight as Shirley expertly sucked on his anatomy. The very first orgasm he had gotten from her was caused the same way, and ever since, he had fallen in love with the concept of being in Shirley's mouth. And, since she was so obviously good at it, and often did it without any prompting, he knew that she enjoyed doing it to him as much as he enjoyed having it done. (Of course, the fact that she had once *told* him that she enjoyed doing it was a factor as well, but Plucky didn't consider that one much.) At the moment, it seemed to Plucky that Shirley was enjoying herself quite a lot, and he was eager to let her do so. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he rested his hand on her head and stroked her hair with his fingers as he grew ever closer to quenching her obvious thirst. Soon however, Buster's thrusting grew more intense as he started to lose control. Pushing Babs tongue out of his mouth, he turned his head as much as he could given Babs intertwined ears to look down at Shirley. His hands were still caressing her behind, and he had a strong urge to do more than just squeeze her cheeks. He was too far gone though, and he knew it. "Here I come, Shirl," he announced suddenly. "You ready?" "Mmmhmmm...." she mused without letting up her clamp on Plucky's bill. "Then... here... it..." Buster was growing more and more incoherent as the pleasure centers of his brain began to be overwhelmed. The last sound to escape his mouth was, "Caaaaaa...." as he lost all control of his actions and started bucking Shirley furiously as he shot spurt after spurt of his enjoyment into her body. This uncontrolled bucking also had a predicable affect on Babs. His tail was being much more forcefully jammed inside of her, and so to keep her balance she had to lock her ankles around his thighs, tightening her grip on him and mashing her clitoris into the fur where his tail met his backside. All of that combined to set off her own climax, and she could do nothing more than squeeze him as it washed over her. Feeling Buster's passion splashing on her insides almost set Shirley over the edge. But, through sheer determination, she forced herself not to cum just yet. This determination, among other things took the form of a tighter grip on Plucky's penis, and an increase of intensity of what she was doing with it in her mouth. "Almost..." she found herself thinking as her ability to put off orgasm started to rapidly erode as more and more of Buster's spurts filled her up. "Gnlrlsh..." said Plucky as he felt the pressure on his member suddenly increase. He looked down on Shirley to see a look of concentration on her face that belied the delight that she was experiencing, and at the same time keeping at bay. Of course, he didn't know what the look really signified, he just knew that if she was sucking him that hard, that she must want him, and he was happy to oblige. With another grunt, he leaned forward to bury his face in her shoulder as his groin surged with delight, spurting his love ino Shirley's mouth as he deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair. Tasting Plucky's first surge was all that Shirley had been waiting for. Now that she had it, she let herself go, and a powerful orgasm shook her body as Buster's final spurts shot into her vagina and she began to swallow Plucky's own expressions of gushing enjoyment. The four of them reveled in the shared pleasures that they had created for each other, and as they began to slowly fade, they carefully disentangled themselves from one another. Babs climbed off of Buster's back, and as she stood on her toes to stretch, Buster slowly backed out and away from Shirley so he too could stand. Shirley let her bill fall open to let Plucky's duckhood fall free from it, along with just a tiny dribble his spooge that she had not swallowed, before rolling onto her side and stretching herself out and breathing deeply through her nostrils. Plucky meanwhile flopped over onto his back and straightened his knees, which wanted to complain from being knelt on for so long, but he really didn't care as he looked up at the cloudless blue sky. "I suppose we should get going again," he said after a long moment. "Like, totally," said Shirley in agreement. "Ready to get back on the trail, Babsie?" "Just lead the way, Blue Ears." "Be happy too," said Buster, as he gave Babs pink, and very nude, form a long look. "But it won't be easy with you looking like that." "You gotta point," agreed Babs, and she immediately started another spin change. Pulling the others into the vortex, they all soon emerged fully clothed once more. Shirley in Fifi's Amazing Three outfit, Plucky in his leisure suit, and Babs with special accessories that she had acquired at the lingerie shop under her regular attire. "Gee," said Buster as the four of them stood facing each other, "how come I'm the only one who's dressed normally?" "Do you, like, really wanna tempt fate around here, Buster?" Buster regarded what his friends were wearing. "No," he admitted after a moment. "I might wind up wearing pants." "And *I* don't want that!" said Babs emphatically. "Oh, I dunno," said Plucky with a sly grin as he laid a hand on Shirley's behind. "They have their plusses." Shirley actually blushed as Plucky said that, but she made no comment, leaving Buster and Babs to wonder what she was talking about. "Come on, Shirl, let's go this way." "With you all the way, Plucky," said Shirley as the two of them set off on one of the reopened pathways. "I still say we go that way," said Babs indicating the one they had wanted to try before. "No argument, Babs," said Buster as he took her by the hand. "Let's go."
Hamton and Fifi had still not found a suitable place to stop for a while, but it wasn't for lack of trying. The hurried on through the maze looking for someplace, anyplace, where they felt that they'd be able stop and spend some time together in comfort, and without the risk of interruption. But so far, all they had found was a continual pathway though the maze, and neither of them was inclined to just drop down and do it out in the open. "Zees eez so froostraiting," said Fifi as they continued on their way. "No mattair wheech way we tairn, all we faind eez more pathways to follow." "Well, there is a bright side," said Hamton with a shrug. "That must mean that we are making good progress to the finish line. Maybe we'll win." "Pairhaps," conceded Fifi. "Boot at zee moment, zat dooz not consairn moi. Ah am tres horny, Hamton, and Ah weesh to *fuck.*" Hamton could not help but chuckle at Fifi's use, and emphasis, of that word. "Be patient, Fifi. We'll find a place soon." "We'd bettair, or Ah wheel be forced to take mattairs eento mah own hands." "Well you can do that anyway," said Hamton very seriously. "Oh vous!" said Fifi playfully when she realized that Hamton had turned her words in a way she had not meant. "Ah don't theenk Ah wheel ever get zee propair, how you say, hang of Eenglish." "That's okay," Hamton reassured her as he put his arm around her shoulders. "It's one of your charms." "Le sigh," she said as she inclined her head on his shoulder. "Vous always say zee nicest theengs to moi. I hope we find a place to stop soon." "So do I, Fifi. So do I."
Since leaving the Field of Beds, Monty and Elmyra had been moving at a crisp pace through the course. It didn't take him *too* long to fully figure out how to almost jog in Elmyra's high heels, and they were making good progress. At one point, Elmyra dropped behind Monty a few paces, and almost as soon as she did so, she started to giggle. "What's so funny?" Monty demanded as he looked over his shoulder at her without breaking his stride. Elmyra quickened back to Monty's side. "Tee hee hee hee hee! The skirt peeks you keep giving me with every step you take!" "What!" exclaimed Monty with surprise as he skidded to a stop. Grabbing the hem of his dress, he realized for the first time just how *short* it was on him. "Uh..." was all he managed to say. "Oh come on, Monty," said Elmrya as she reached up to muss his hair, "I do them for you all the time." A faint grin formed on Monty's face then, "Yeah," he admitted, "you do. And I kinda like 'em." "That's why I do them," she admitted before stepping forward to give him a quick kiss. "I know, you told me before," he reminded her as she stepped away from him again. "Come on," he then added as he offered her his hand. "Let's keep going. I still wanna beat those rabbits." "Okay, Snookums," said Elmyra as they started moving again. She didn't say anything though when she noticed that they were walking a little slower, and that as such, Monty's dress wasn't flapping up to let her see when was under it anymore. Oh well, she thought as they continued on their way, there's always later.
Buster and Babs found themselves standing at a fork in the pathway that they were on. "I say we go left," said Babs. "We've been taking mostly right hand turns of late, and it hasn't gotten us anywhere." "Well, we got nothing to lose," said Buster as they started down the left fork. It wasn't long before Babs regretted her choice, as the couple soon found themselves in the Paddle Forest. This was made painfully clear by two unmistakable things, the first being the innumerable paddles that were hanging off of the trees like so much ripe fruit. The second was, a large sign.
WELCOME, CONTESTANTS, TO THE PADDLE FOREST.
ONE OF YOU IS ABOUT TO BE PADDLED.
YOU CAN'T LEAVE UNTIL THAT HAPPENS.
HAVE FUN, AND KEEP STANDING!
"Oh great," said Babs with disgust. "I choose a pathway, and this is what it leads to. What is it about this place anyway? Where Elmyra and Shirley consulted about its design?" "Oh, I dunno," said Buster quietly as he rested a hand on his shoulder. "I think it might be fun!" and he slowly slid his hand down her back to pat her on the fanny. "WHAT?!?" Babs demanded as she leapt away from him. "If you think that I am gonna let you..." Buster calmly held up a hand to silence her. Babs, surprised by his compose cut off her own objections and eyed him warily. "What?" she asked guardedly. "What did you say to me when we left the caning fields?" "D'oh!" said Babs as she suddenly realized that she was trapped, and by her own words. "Now waitasecond, Buster," she said rapidly as he walked over to one of the trees and plucked a bright green paddle off of it. "You can't be serious. I mean, I wasn't, and you..." Buster only shook his head. "Bend over, Babsie," he said quietly. "We can't get out of here till you do." "Nuh uh!" she managed to protest as Buster started towards her, the gleam in his eyes playful, and the lump in his pouch quite pronounced. "It could be you!" "Not this time," he said calmly as he tapped the paddle against the palm of his other hand. "You gotta catch me first!" Babs shouted in desperation, and she dashed into the forest. "Heh heh hee," Buster chuckled as he started after her, "this is gonna be fun." Babs hurried into the Paddle Forest, fully intending to turn the tables on her blue furred lover. Grabbing an orange paddle off of the tree she was standing behind, she muttered, "I'll show him! Buster Bunny won't be sitting down anytime soon!" Grinning evilly at her scheme, Babs carefully peered back around the tree to see if Buster had caught up to her yet. He wasn't there, but she was ready! WHACK!! "YEOCH!!" cried Babs as she leapt 35 feet straight up in the air. "Gotcha!" said Buster triumphantly as she touched back down again. "Grrr..." said Babs menacingly as she glared as Buster. "What?" asked Buster in a very innocent, non-threatening voice. "How did you get behind me?" "Sorry, Babsie," said Buster with a grin, "that's a secret." "Oh you!" said Babs with exasperation. "Rope it in Babs," he replied playfully. "Now, are you gonna take what's coming to you, or are we gonna do this the hard way?" Babs opened her mouth to protest, but as she did so, she noticed that the tip of Buster's erection had peeked out of his pouch. "The hard way?" she murmered as she looked down at it. Buster knew full well what Babs was eyeing. "Not yet," he said calmly. "After the paddling." Babs shook her head to clear it. "Okay," she said mischievously. Brandishing her own paddle, smirked at him and added, "whatever you say." Buster was not at all surprised when Babs lunged for him, and he easily sidestepped her attack. As she sailed passed him, Buster waggled his eyebrows and raised his paddle up high. WHACK, WHACK!! "NAAHHH!!" cried Babs as she arrested her motion and dropped her paddle so she could clamp both of her hands onto her behind to rub it. "You're only making it harder," said Buster calmly as he watched her massage her bottom. Then, as if to emphasize his point, Buster calmly reached down his free hand to fully depouch himself. Babs bit her lower lip in spite of herself. She wanted what she saw, and she was rapidly realizing that there was only one way she was gonna get it. "Oh, all right," she said after a moment's hesitation. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and said, "You can paddle me." "Babsie, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that," said Buster as he reached out to take her by the hand. Leading her over to a nearby conveniently located rock, Buster sat down on it and carefully pulled her over his knee. Flipping up her skirt, he gently ran his hand over the silky fabric of her bustier that kept her behind hidden from his view. "Is this thing comfy?" he asked her. "It's not bad," she admitted. "Uh huh..." said Buster with a simple nod, and he raised up his paddle. Babs cried out in surprise as Buster began to rain it down upon her behind. She wriggled and squirmed, kicked her feet up and down and otherwise reacted to every swat as it landed. It wasn't long though before she realized that all of that, plus the feel of Buster's erection pressed against her thigh, was making her horny. Once that understanding came to her, she relaxed a little, and concentrated more on taking what Buster was giving her, and enjoying the strange extra sensations that it created. Buster could tell that Babs was finally starting to enjoy herself. His face widened to a happy grin when he realized that, and he slowed down the paddling just a little to prolong her enjoyment. The warmth that was spreading over Babs behind was rapidly translating to a pleasurable ache in her vagina. She knew that it wouldn't be long now before she exploded with pleasure, and her breathing started to grow shallow as she prepared herself for it. Grabbing Buster's ankles, she hissed through her clenched teeth, "Harder!" Buster's grin turned to a goofy smile as he complied with Babs request. He began to land the swats with a little more force, and Babs moaned with pleasure as he did so. Then, knowing that she was on the edge, he sped things up a little, and the results were instantaneous. "Bussssstteeerrr....." Babs wailed as her body finally began to convulse with delight. Wave after delicious wave of pleasure washed over her body, which were punctuated with an extra twinge of enjoyment as Buster continued to land the occasional swat on her tender behind. All too quickly though, Babs pleasure, and the spanking, subsided. Letting herself go limp across his lap, Babs said dreamily, "That was fun..." "Oh really?" asked Buster as he laid his hand on her bottom. Even through her undergarment, he could feel the warmth in her cheeks. "Wanna do it more often?" Babs eyes flew open at that suggestion. "Yeah right," she said sarcastically as she leapt of his lap and reached behind herself to rub her behind. "No way!" "Oh well," said Buster glumly as he watched her. "I had to ask." In spite of Babs denial though, Buster thought he saw something in her eyes, or in her tone, that suggested that, just maybe, they might try some more of this, from time to time. "Babs..." he said quietly as he stood up to face her. Babs smiled when she saw Buster's bunnyhood quivering with obvious desire. Without a word, she leapt up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Can you manage?" she asked as she pressed her lips to his own. Buster reached down to cup one hand under Babs bottom to better support her weight. "I think so," he said as he carefully fidgeted around to slip himself up into her. "I... I think so too," she agreed as she felt him enter. Holding each other tightly, the two bunnies began to undulate against one another, with predictable results. Buster buried his face in Babs shoulder as she let her head loll backwards in the delight of the moment that they were sharing. Soon, the two of them were gasping for breath as their love for one another reached its highest form, and they clutched each other tightly to enjoy it to the fullest, and to prevent themselves from falling down. As their mutual enjoyment of each other subsided, Babs carefully lowered her feet to the ground as Buster bent his knees so he could slip back out of her. Once he was clear, he stood back up again, and gave her a long, quiet kiss. "Thanks," he murmered after their lips parted. "For what?" "Just for being you," he replied with a smile. Babs immediately went into a spin change, and emerged from it looking like Groucho Marx. "As opposed to being someone else, I suppose?" she asked him. With a playful sigh, Buster reached out and clicked Babs nose, causing her to spin back to herself. "Absolutely!" he said with conviction. Babs smiled faintly then, and she again reached down to rub her behind. "Can we get out of here?" she asked him plaintively. "I don't want you deciding to try a different paddle for the sake of variety." "Sure, Babs," said Buster with a chuckle. "Let's get going." Taking out his map then to study the course plan, he said, "If I'm reading this right, we haven't got much farther to go." "Well then lead on, Buster!" she said with a melodramatic flair, "victory awaits us!" "And that's not all..." Buster thought as they joined hands to find their way out of the Paddle Forest and move on towards the finish line.
"Hey, Shirl, look!" said Plucky as he pointed out passed the railing. "It's the Breastop Mountains!" "Like, that's totally bogus!" said Shirley with disgust when she saw them. "That means that we've totally lost way too much ground, er some junk." "Yeah, I suppose," Plucky said in sort of non-committal voice as he walked over to the observation telescope. "I wonder if I can see the nipple we were at earlier?" he mused as he peered through the device. Plucky swung the telescope over the mountain range looking for the spot where they had been before, when he suddenly came across an unexpected site. "Hey, Shirl! C'mere! You gotta see this!" Plucky grew quiet then for a long moment, before adding, "Well, maybe you do." "Like, what is it?" she asked as she came over to join him. "Take a look," said Plucky as he stepped aside. Shirley stepped over to the telescope and peered through it. "Like, totally wow!" she said when she saw what Plucky had been refereing too. "That is, totally something, er some junk." "Something," agreed Plucky as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Mmmm..." she said without taking her eyes away from what she was watching. "Higher." Plucky slowly slid his hands up her belly so he could cup her breasts. As soon as his hands came in contact with them though, a surge of intense desire swept through Shirley as her nipples went hard and stiff as they pressed into the fabric of her top. Spinning around, she clapped her own hands over Plucky's and commanded him, "Like, suck my tits, now!" and grabbing his writs, she pulled his hands sharply downwards, causing her boobs to pop out of the top she was wearing. Plucky's eyes were instantly focused on Shirley's bosom. Her nipples were fully exposed and aroused, and he found himself wanting to touch them in the worst way. "Uhm, okay," he said as he reached his fingers up to do just that. "Uhlmmm..." said Shirley as Plucky's hands came in contact with her feminine chest globes.. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands softly kneading her, but she wanted more. "Squeeze!" she softly pleaded. Not wanting to deny Shirley something she wanted, Plucky did as she asked, and was promptly rewarded with a jet of warm milk spurting into his face out of each of her nipples! "Nah!" cried Shirley in delight and the new unfamiliar, but quite pleasant sensation. "Shirl?" asked Plucky as he stepped back from her to wipe the milk from his face. "Like, what are you waiting for, Plucky?" asked Shirley as she reached up to tweak her nipples. "Don't you wanna, like, fuck my titties?" She gave them a slight pinch then, causing just a little bit of milk to ooze out of them. "WAUUGH!" cried Plucky in triumph as he closed the distance between them once more. Grabbing Shirley's wrist, he pulled her hands away from her chest before he clamped his bill on he left boob and sucked it greedily. As a steady stream of warm milk filled his mouth, he pumped her other boob with his hand, causing it squirt over his shoulder with steady pulsations. Swallowing Shirley's milk, Plucky continued to suckle and squeeze her with his one hand while he used his other to loosen her clothing. At the same time, Shirley pressed one of her hands onto the back of his head to keep him from pulling away while she used her other to get his clothes off. They soon had each other's clothes puddled on the ground at their ankles and Shirley said, "Like, let's get comfortable, or some junk." Giving her tit a final long suck, Plucky slurped his bill off of her and said, "Okay, Shirl, whatever you want." Sweeping her off her feet, Plucky carried Shirley over to a patch of soft grass and laid her gently down. Kneeling beside her, he pressed his bill to her right boob, and with his lips brushing its nipple, he asked, "Is this better?" "It's, like, a start," she gasped as his bill formed a suction cup on her breast and started to pump milk out of it. His other hand pumping the breast he wasn't sucking on, Plucky enjoyed looking at it out of the corner of his eyes and watching it spurt up into the air, even as he enjoyed the taste of what the other one was giving him. He could tell that Shirley was enjoying this from the way she was pushing her chest upwards into his hand. After a few moments of this, Plucky sat up again and pulled his hands away from Shirley. "So, Shirl," he asked non chalantly, "what do you want now?" As soon as Plucky had cleared her body, Shirley's own hands found her bosom and her fingers began to quickly twiddle her nipples. A small amount of milk was oozing out of each of them as she said, "Like, I already told you, er some junk," and then she mashed her hands down on her breasts causing them each to spurt off a quick pulsation of her milk. "Hmm," said Plucky as he moved to sit astride her, his knees locked into her sides. "Yeah, I think you did." Without further comment, Plucky leaned forward, propping himself up on his hands that rested on either side of Shirley's head, and causing his erection to drop into Shirley's cleavage. "I always did like it in here," he murmered as he started to slide himself back and forth between her feathery, and somewhat wet, globes." "Like, me too, er some junk," said Shirley as she squeezed her boobs together around Plucky's duckhood. She looked down at her own cleavage with a look of intense concentration on her face, and each time the head of Plucky's shaft peeked out from between her boobs, Shirley gave them an extra squeeze to spurt out more of her milk. "Oh, Shirllll..." Plucky moaned when he felt the warm fluid splashing up on his abdomen, even as he enjoyed the feel of her feathers on his naked erection. Shirley had no response to Plucky's call of pleasure. She was too busy watching his erection peek out of her cleavage, get sprinkled with a few drops of milk as it fell off of Plucky's abdomen, and then redisappear into her bosom. Before long though, she saw a different fluid beginning to pool up on her chest, and this one was coming out of Plucky's penis, not her own nipples. Seeing that, she immediately formed her bill into a tube and quickly sucked just the head of his shaft into her eager mouth to gently squeeze it. Plucky knew he was about to come. He could feel the initial slickness that heralded his coming release when he suddenly felt a powerful suction on himself. Looking down, he saw the trick Shirley had pulled with her bill and grinned ferally at the sight. With a quack of enthusiasm, he started humping her chest even faster, wanting to finally bring this all to an explosive conclusion. Feeling Plucky's increased intensity between her breasts only caused Shirley's own pleasure to surge up another notch. She squeezed her breasts tighter to minimize his actual movement so that he would not pop out of her mouth, and at the same time, cause even more milk to surge out of her nipples to splatter the area just above them. Then, just as another of her twin spurts of fluid splashed up into Plucky's bellybutton, Plucky finally could take no more and she had an instant mouthful of his pleasure for all of her efforts to keep him in there. But then, much to her own surprise, Shirley felt the oddest sensation radiating outwards from her breasts. It washed quickly over her body, and before she knew what was happening, Shirley let her bill fall open with a gasp of delight as a powerful orgasm wracked her body with all the sensations of pleasure that she so enjoyed. Plucky's member continued to erupt before her face, and she squeezed her tits all the more harder, squeezing more and more milk out of them to arch upwards and mingle with Plucky's spurts of delight as it all splattered back down onto her. With a deep sigh of contentment, Plucky slowly sat back down, resting his butt on Shirley's abdomen. As his pleasure faded, he fluttered his eyes open, and he could only smile with appreciation at what he saw. From the side of her face down to her bosom, Shirley had both his delight and her own milk splattered all over her. A quick glance showed more than a little of her milk still clinging to his belly feathers. Reaching out to brush Shirley's hands aside, he place his own on her chest and said, "Wow, Shirl, that was fun." "It totally was," she agreed as he reached out to fondle his slowly softening duckhood. "And like, a mondo surprise too. I woulda, like, thought that I'd like need to be totally pregnant er some junk to do that and..." Shirley's voice trailed off as she realized what she had just said. Plucky too froze when she stopped speaking, and with a look that was somewhere between fear and puzzlement, he asked her, "You, uhm, aren't, are you?" "Like, uh, lemme check, er some junk," she replied quietly as she closed her eyes in silent concentration. Plucky looked down on her for several seconds as Shirley did whatever it was that she was doing to check. Her breathing slowed almost to a stop and she was perfectly still as her nipples retreated behind her feathers once more, indicating the level of her calmness. After what seemed an eternity to Plucky, but was really less than a minute, Shirley opened her eyes wide, and taking a deep breath, she said, "Nope." "Whew!" said Plucky as the care left his face. Relaxing a little, he said, "Well, that's a relief," he said slowly. Then, before Shirley could respond, he asked her, "It is a relief, right?" "I... guess so," Shirley agreed, her tone just as hesitant as Plucky's had been. Neither of them said anything more for a long moment as they both wondered what they were considering. Eventually, it was Plucky who broke the silence with, "But someday, sooner or later, we'll change that." He said it quietly, and the questioning look on his face was unmistakable. Shirley finally smiled, "Like, I totally agree, er some junk. And it'll be mondo fun getting that way too!" "I can't argue there," said Plucky as he finally leaned forward to kiss her once more. The kiss was tender, and full of love, and neither Plucky nor Shirley acted like they wanted it to be a prelude to something else. When they finally broke their lips apart, Shirley said quite simply, "C'mon, let's like, get cleaned up and moving again. We've still gotta totally win this race!" "Couldn't agree more, Shirl," said Plucky as he finally rolled off of her. Looking around their surroundings he said with confusion, "Now where are my pants?"
"Hey," said Monty as he looked at the sign in the fork in the path before him and Elmyra, "this is great!" "How so, snookums?" asked Elmyra with confusion. "Simply toots, if we take this path, we basically take a big shortcut to the finish line." "I dunno," said Elmyra with hesitation as she looked down the pathway that Monty wanted to take. "I think we might get slowed down." "Nah," said Monty with a wave of his hand. "Not a chance." "But..." "No buts," said Monty as he took her by the hand. "Or I'll haul you over my knee and spank yours." "That's supposed to stop me?" Elmyra wondered to herself and Monty pulled her down the Breastop Mountain Pass. As the couple followed the clearly marked trail that wound its way through gigantic boob shaped mounds, Monty's eyes were invariably drawn to the nipple peaks. "These things, uh, sure are big," he remarked after a while. "I know..." said Elmyra in a completely deadpan voice. The fact that she herself had fairly small breasts had never really bothered Elmyra, and Monty has always seemed perfectly happy with what she did have. But now, walking amongst such *huge* ones was making her feel inadequate. "Let's hurry," she said after a few moments of silence. "Uh, hang on a second," said Monty in a strange voice. "What is it?" asked Elmyra, and then she saw what Monty was busy starring at. Off to their left, amidst dozens of fur or feathered covered giant boobs was a slightly smaller one that was bare skinned. "Oh poo..." said Elmyra with resignation as she watched Monty begin to drool uncontrollably as he ogled it. "We gotta check that out!" said Monty with sudden enthusiasm. Before Elmyra could say anything else, Monty shot away from her towards the breast in question. "Oh, Monty!" she said as she stomped her foot. "Sometimes you make me so angry!" and she hurried off after him. It didn't take Elmyra long to reach the mountain that Monty had been so enamored with. Finding her high heels discarded at the foot of the giant bosom, she picked them up and muttered, "He musta been unable to climb in them," and started to scale the hill in search of her runaway boyfriend. When she got to the top of the booby hill in question, she was amazed at what she saw. Monty who was completely naked, was lying spread eagle on the nipple as he humped it furiously. "Oh yeah," she heard him mutter, "this I like!" "Monty!" said Elmyra in anger as she saw what he was doing. "Oh, hiya, toots," said Monty as he raised his head to look at her. "Get your clothes off and join me!" "Get my clothes off?" she seethed with anger as she unbuckled her belt and started towards him as she pulled it free from her pants. "I'll show you to get all drooly over big boobs!" Suddenly realizing that Elmyra didn't understand, Monty hastilly rolled off the nipple and onto his side. It was then that Elmyra noticed that his erection had actually been *inside* the nipple, and it bubbled out a small oozing of milk as Monty's "plug" was removed. "Oh you!" she said. "Elmyra, wait!" said Monty with a surprisingly tender voice as he stood up and walked over to her. "Take another look around. Look at all the other Breastop mountains and compare them to this one." "Yeah, so this one isn't furry," she said in a huff. "So?" "Did you notice that this one is a little smaller than the rest?" "It is?" "Uh huh." "Well so what? You still went all goofy over a giant titty. It just proves that you don't think mine aren't good enough." Monty shook his head and actually chuckled. "That's not true," he reassured her. "You still don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" Monty pointed over to a couple of lonely freckles on the other side of the nipple. "Do those look familiar to you?" "Sh-should they?" asked Elmyra with confusion. "Oh good grief," said Monty. "Here, look," and without warning, he pulled open the shirt she was wearing, exposing her pert little breasts to his roving eyes. "Here," he said as he rubbed his index finger across a couple of lonely freckles just to the left of the nipple on her right breast. "Now do you get it?" Recognition finally came to Elmrya's brain. "You mean, this giant boob is... It's one of mine?" "Or a pretty reasonable facsimile," said Monty with a grin as he continued to play with her chest. "Now do you know why I went so "goofy" over it? It reminded me of you!" "Oh, Monty-wonty!" exclaimed Elmyra as she threw her arms around him and kissed him with enthusiasm. "I never should have doubted you!" "Whatever," Monty managed to gasp from the force of Elmyra's hug. "Tee hee hee hee hee!" said Elmyra as she released him. "You wanna go back to fucking my giant titty?" "Would be nice," he admitted. "Well then go on," she said as she mussed up his hair. "I'll be over in a minute. "Looking forward to it, toots," as he gave her a quick kiss before going back over to the nipple. Elmyra sighed as she watched him carefully insert himself into it once more and then she quickly stripped off her clothing. "Here I come, Snookums," she pronounced once she had done so. Monty's only response was to turn his head sideways, grin at her and say, "Bring the belt, if you want to," and he went back to humping the nipple. Now it was Elmyra's turn to grin. Picking up the belt, she hurried over to Monty's side and knelt beside him. "Now what did you want this for?" she asked him. Without breaking his rhythm, Monty just said, "You'll figure it out." Elmyra giggled uncontrollably as she looked down at Monty humping the giant boob that was beneath him. "Yeah, I think I will," she said as slapped it sharply across his pumping fanny. "Yeouch!" cried Monty as he paused in his motion. Then, starting back up again, he said, "Well what are you stopping for?" Elmyra's only response was to laugh with glee as she started to give Monty a thoroughough spanking with the belt in one hand and to tickle her most private of places with the fingers of the other.. Monty arched his back in response to the swipes of the belt on his unprotected behind, but he only clenched his teeth and concentrated on continuing to make love to the giant representation of Elmyra's breast. This, by the way, is what Plucky and Shirley saw from the Breastop Mountain Observation Point that drove them to what they had done while they were there. "Oh, Elmyra!" cried Monty after a few moments of this intense activity. His body suddenly went rigid, and he began to spurt his pleasure into the nipple he was humping. This in turn had an unexpected result. As soon as Monty's first spurt shot out of him, the hyperstimulated breast finally reacted to everything that was happening to it. The nipple suddenly swelled a little more, and a forceful blast of milk jetting out of it, forcing Monty out as it shot him up into the air! The milkjet acted like a kind of fountain, keeping Monty suspended in the air for a few seconds before it suddenly shut off, dropping him back into the spongy flesh he had just been humping as his final spurts of delight shot out of him. "Oh wow..." he murmered as he tried to catch his breath. "Hee hee hee. You can say that again!" Monty opened his eyes to see Elmyra kneeling over him, pretty well milk soaked, and with a couple of droplets of what was obviously his own spooge in her hair. She had dropped the belt that she'd been spanking him with, the fingers of one hand pressed up deeply into her body as the those of the other one gently brushed down her lower tuft of red hair. It was obvious to Monty that she had just come too, but only a small part of him regretted not causing her to do so himself. "Wow!" he said at the sight of her. "Oh, Monty, you say the silliest things." "Comes from hanging around with you, I guess." "I guess so," she said with a nod. "How's your bummy wummy?" "A little sore," he admitted as he continued to stare at her body. "But it was worth it." "I know what you mean," she said as she winked at him playfully. Pulling her hands away from herself, she lowered herself down on top of him and kissed him softly. "So now what?" "Now," said Monty with some regret, "we gotta get moving. It'll take me too long to recharge here. We'll have to just wait for another nice location." "Oh phoo," said Elmyra as she rolled off of him. Then, looking down at his limp member she said, "Well, it can't be helped." Finding her purse, she pulled out a couple of small packets. "Here," she said as she tossed one over to Monty. "You'll need this." Monty looked down at the package with confusion. It was little bigger than a 50 cent piece, and labeled, "Acme Little Giant Moist Towel." "What's this for?" he asked. "To clean up with silly!" said Elmyra as she tore open her own package. In true cartoon logic, she pulled out a damp, beach towel sized cloth, and proceeded to clean herself off. "Hurry up, Snookums!" she instructed him. "We still wanna win." "Yeah, I guess we do," said Monty with shake of a his head. Then, with a grin, he tore open his package. "Hey, where's me goil?" asked Bugs Bunny as he sat down in the lifeguard's chair, his ungloved hands brushing aside some sand from off the armrests. "Here I am, Bugs," said a very sultry voice over to his left. Bugs eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Lola Bunny approaching him, wearing only the bottom half of her bikini. "Are you ready?" she asked him as she stood between his legs in front of him. "Uh, Lola, don'tcha t'ink dat... uhm..." "What's the matter, Bugs?" asked Lola as she pulled Bugs hardening erection out of his pouch. "Don't you want this?" "Uh well, course I do, but uh... OOooooohhhhhh..." Bugs objections were cut off as Lola gently slurped his bunnyhood into her mouth. L-looolllllaaaaaa..." said Bugs with alarm. Lola's only response was to continue to carefully bob her head on what was in front of her. "Hey!" said a high pitched, but still clam voice. "She topless!" Lola opened her eyes and looked sideways to see Mickey and Minnie Mouse standing near the lifeguard station. Save for the ever present bow between Minnie's ears, both were completely nude, and Mickey was starting to sport an erection of his own. "Hmf!" said Minnie in a huff. "Some people have no respect for the rules!" "Yeah, Bugs," said Mickey with concern. "Rules are rules." Bugs sighed. "Yeah, I know," he said as he took ahold of Lola's ears and pulled her off of himself. "And so do you," said Bugs as he looked down into her eyes before pointing to the sign that was posted on the side of his chair. "Wackyland Swimming Pool" "No Bathing Suits Allowed!" "Skinny Dipping Required!" "Violators Will Be Spanked! Lola looked from the sign to Bugs and tried to pout. But, as soon as she tried to say something, she could not help but grin. "I know the rules," she said plainly. "And what happens if you break them." "Dat you do," said Bugs as he slipped off the chair. "Come on, Lola, dere's a paddle out back waitin' fer ya." "I know," said Lola as she hooked her arm through Bugs to be led off to her "punishment." "Eh, waitasec... Who's gonna be actin' lifeguards while were gone?" "I uh I uh, we uh wi oo... Uh, that'd be me!" said Porky Pig as he climbed up onto the lifeguard chair. He was appropriately naked, unpouched, and had a considerable hard on. "And me too," said Petunia Pig as she walked up to stand in front of Porky. She was also naked, even to the point of her long hair hanging loose on her shoulders instead of in her normal pigtails, and quite clearly aroused. Taking Porky's erection in hand, she looked over at Bugs and said, "Porky and I'll be fine. You go take care of her." "Eh, I intend too," said Bugs as he led Lola away to be spanked. "I'm just glad that the rules are being enforced," said Minnie as they left. "They are important." "Yeah, that's true," agreed Mickey as he took her hand. "But so are other things. Come on." "Oh, Mickey!" gushed Minnie as they happily walked away. Petunia smiled as she watched them go. The red tint on Minnie's fanny was very evident, and she shook her head in wonderment at it. Then, turning her attention back to Porky, she said, "Now, let's see. I think I'm supposed to... Her musing was cut off as she gently slid Porky's member into her mouth. "Oh P-pep pe Petunia!" said Porky as he reveled in the feel of what she was doing to him. With an eye out for violators, he quickly surveyed the poolyard. Mickey and Minnie Mouse had left the lifeguard station and had moved under an large umbrella to give them some shade. Mickey was flat on his back on a large blanket as Minnie straddled him, bouncing furiously up and down on his erection. In the pool itself, several naked toons swam and played in the water, and more than a few found a way to screw in it. Donald Duck, for example was riding on Daisy's back and clutching her breasts as she slowly paddled through the deep end of the pool. Of course, that was not all that was paddled. Her behind still showed the after effects of her neglecting to leave her headband with the rest of her clothes. In the shallow end, Chip, Gadget, Dale and Foxglove were engaged in a spirited game of nude water polo with Sneezer, Sweetie, Tweety and Ahoogah. None of them had earned a fanny tanning prior to their game, but on an inflatable raft in the very middle of the pool, Roddy Rat lay on top of Rhubella as he humped her furiously. His own butt showed the clear evidence of the whipping Rhubella had given him before with her tail. Over in the picnic area, Jeanette Chippette was sitting on Theodore's lap for a fun ride, both of their behinds glowing slightly, as neither one of them had removed their glasses. Off to their left, Max and Roxanne were busy doing it doggy style. (Well what did you expect?) These and many other toons were erotically enjoying themselves, and as far as Porky could see, nobody else was doing anything worthy of a fanny tanning, leaving the gathering at a pretty close to fifty-fifty split of those who had and those who had not. All of this was just fine with Porky. Neither he nor Petunia had broken any rules, and he was perfectly content to not have to see to it that any infractions were punished. He was quite happy to simply enjoy what Petunia was doing to him until Bugs and Lola got back. While he was still enjoying that, Porky noticed two newcomers to the area. "Oh uh l-look, Peh puh Petunia. It's Ha ha Hamton and F -f- f- ifi!" Petunia, without taking Porky out of her mouth, turned her head to see the new arrivals. Sure enough, Hamton and Fifi had arrived, and they had wisely left their clothes in the convenient clubhouse before coming out to the pool. Fifi had apparently understood that even her hair bow was a no no and had left it behind. Petunia could also see that Hamton was ready for fun, and Fifi was clearly aroused as well. "Hmmhmmm..." she said, and she turned her attention back to what was in her mouth. Porky watched as his favorite student and his skunk girlfriend jumped into the pool to play with each other. He was glad to see them arrive, and hoped that they enjoyed themselves while they were here. He could not dwell on that hope though. What Petunia was doing was far to distracting, but he really didn't mind. About then, Bugs and Lola finally returned. "Eh, okay, Doc," he said as they approached the lifeguard station. "We's all set." "Great!" said Petunia as she slid her mouth up off of Porky's pighood and stepped back from him. Turning to Lola, who was now properly nude, and quite clearly horny, she asked, "Did you learn your lesson?" "What do you think?" said Lola as she turned briefly around to show her friend her glowing red buttocks. "I think that you enjoyed that," said Petunia with a knowing smirk. "And then some," agreed Lola. "Grooooaaaaannnnnn...." That came from Porky, who was sitting glassy eyed in the lifeguard chair, his erection twitching with desire, and his testicles clearly swollen in his scrotum. "Oops!" said Petunia as she again took him in hand. "Forgot to finish!" Sticking the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, Petunia stared intently at Porky's erection as she started to pump in furiously with her hand. After only a few seconds of this, she smiled victoriously as he erupted his pleasure, making a spoogy mess on her, himself, and the lifeguard chair. Being a male toon pig, this took him all of five minutes, and Petunia merely stroked him hard the entire time as he clutched his fingers to the chairs armrests, causing them to gasp for breath when he finally finished. "Hee hee hee," giggled Petunia when he was finished as she wiped a blot of his pleasure out of her left eye. "That was a big one." Lola looked at Bugs with a raised eyebrow. "Feeling inadequate?" she asked him. "Nah," said Bugs with a wave of his hand. "It'll be at least 20 minutes before he can do it again. I don't have that problem." "No," agreed Lola as she looked down at Bugs swollen member. Licking her lips she murmered, "You don't." As Porky slid out of the lifeguards chair, he grinned sheepishly at Petunia and said, "Gee, that was gre-uh-great!" "Mmmhmmm..." she said with a wink. "Come on, let's go rinse this stuff off." "Le-le-uh-lead on, Pehu, Petunia," said Porky as he took her by the hand and they walked over to the edge of the pool. "S-sorry about the mu mu mess, Bugs," he said over his shoulder just before the two of them dived into the water. "Eh, no problem, Doc," said Bugs as he pushed a button on the side of the chair. Instantly, a small showerhead popped out of the chair's back and dowsed the whole thing with water from the pool. "Dat's what da special anti-spooge chlorine is for." "Now den," said Bugs as the showerhead retracted into the chair, "where was I? Oh yeah!" and he climbed back up onto the seat. "You comin'?" he asked as he looked over at Lola. "Not right now," she said as she walked over to stand between his legs. "But I will be later. And so will you," she said said as she again slid Bugs erection into her mouth. "Oh yeah," said Bugs as he rested his hand on the top of her head. "Dat is so true." Bugs looked out into the pool to see if there was anyone there who was breaking any of the rules. He didn't see any violations, but he did see Hamton and Fifi in the very middle of the deepest part of the pool. Hamton was treading water fast as he and Fifi were locked in a tight embrace, and even though he could not really make out what was below the water, it was clear to him that Fifi was impaled on his pighood, and that in addition to keeping their heads above water, his furious treading motion was grinding him inside of her with special intensity. Through the pleasurable fog of what Lola was doing to him, Bugs observed the two students for a few moments when they suddenly went motionless and slipped beneath the surface of the water. With slight concern, he leaned forward as much as he could to eye the spot where they had vanished. After a few seconds, he was about to pull Lola off when suddenly Hamton and Fifi both resurfaced, taking in a deep gasp of air. There was a look of fatigue in both of their eyes, but the lingering look of pleasure was also unmistakable. "Eh, dere fine," muttered Bugs as he saw them climbing up out of the pool, and he leaned back in his chair once more to enjoy his time with Lola. Several minutes later, after they had dried off and gotten dressed, Hamton and Fifi left the swimming pool behind to continue their journey through the maze. "We should go swimming more often," said Hamton to Fifi as they got back on their way. "Ah agree," said Fifi with a smile. "Eet was tres foon." "That it was," agreed Hamton quietly. "And we saw some other interesting things there as well that we should try." "Zat wee deed. Boot are we theenking aboot zee same theengs?" "Only one way to find out," said Hamton. "And zat eez?" "Try them all!" "All een good taim, Hamtone," said Fifi as she winked at him in agreement. "All een good tiam."
As Buster and Babs hopped their way through the maze, Babs was glad to feel the sting in her bottom fading. Still, as she thought about it, she could not help but wonder if she had been long dismissing something that could be a lot of fun. Thinking about it only served to begin to make her horny again, not that she minded, but it was hard to contemplate matters when your nipples are pushing hard against a silky bustier, and you feel like all you wanna do it take it off. Buster, hopping beside her, noticed that her face was a little flushed. "Something bothering you, Babsie?" he asked her. "Nah," she admitted. "Just thinking about some things we might do later." "Oh really? And what would those be?" "Oh, you'll find out, eventually." "I'm sure I will," agreed Buster. "Come on, we should be getting into the last quarter of the course soon." "Yeah, if we don't fall into pit or get catapulted back to the start." "Well, there are things back there we missed." "Just keep hopping, Blue ears. We've still gotta beat Monty." "No argument there," agreed Buster, in spite of the fact that his erection was starting to make him uncomfortable. "No argument at all."
"So, like, how far through this thing are we, er some junk?" "Lemme check," said Plucky as he pulled out his map without slowing the pace that they were traveling at. "Uhm... It looks to me like we are about half way through it." "Oh total bummer. I was mondo hoping we could win." "We still might, Shirl. There's always the chance we can get bumped ahead somehow, and the others can be dropped behind." "Like, that's totally true. And I'm like sure that they are having to stop and screw every so often, er some junk." "Well, we're doing that too, from time to time," Plucky pointed out. "And I am hoping that we will do it again." "Like, don't worry, Plucky. We'll totally stop again. I like, promise, er some junk." "I'm gonna hold you to that," Plucky warned her." "Like you totally mondo better!" she reassured him as they continued on their way.
With the pool left far behind, Hamton and Fifi found themselves walking through a grove of cherry trees. "Zees eez a naice place," said Fifi softly as they continued to walk. "Is sure is," agreed Hamton, but he said nothing more. They walked in silence as they made their way through the grove. It was a very peaceful place, and both of them felt pleasantly calm as they walked among the trees. That is until the ground in front of them suddenly gave way, and they found themselves in a pit. The fragrance of cherries was strong. but not unpleasantly so, and there was no way to climb back out of the pit. "Oh great," said Hamton. "How do we get out of this?" "Ah, ah do not know," said Fifi with an odd hesitation in her voice. "And Ah feel so strainge." "So do I," admitted Hamton. "Ah wonder why?" "I don't know," said Hamton thoughtfully. He looked at their surroundings once more before turning too look at Fifi, and found that he could not take his eyes off of her. Too his eyes, she now looked more beautiful than she ever had before, and he couldn't say why. "All I do know," he said thickly after a long moment as he swallowed hard, "is that I have a powerful desire to make love to you." Fifi was taken aback by the hesitation on Hamton's voice. It seemed to her that he was afraid of being rejected, even though the bulge in his pants told him how clearly eager he was to be with her. She wondered about this strange contradiction not so much because of its evidence in Hamton, but because she felt it herself. On the one hand she really *wanted* to be with Hamton, but on the other, she was strangely reluctant. "Moi too," she forced herself to say after a moment, and she leaned forward to kiss him. As their lips met, Hamton tenderly wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. They pressed their bodies together, and even through their clothing they could fell one anothers arousal. "We are, how you say, overdressed," said Fifi as Hamton moved to kiss her neck. They spent the next few moments awkwardly undressing each other, and once they were both free of their clothes, Hamton gently lowered Fifi onto her back, and she let herself sink into the luxurious floor of the pit as Hamton laid himself down on top of her. Almost at once, their lips met again, and as Fifi opened her mouth to entangle Hamton's tongue with her own, she slipped her hands up his back to hug his shoulders. "Oh, Fifi," moaned Hamton as he reveled in the feel of her warm and furry body beneath him. His hands roamed up and down her sides, and his left one found its way to her chest to gently squeeze it as he pressed her nipple into the palm of his hand. Fifi squirmed with delight at his touch, but now she wanted more. With a strange hesitation that she did not understand, she looked up into Hamton's eyes as they continued to kiss. Seeing the love and tenderness on his face, Fifi sighed calmly as she slowly spread her legs apart, offering to Hamton an invitation that she would give only to him. Finally breaking the kiss, Hamton raised himself up a little and with a broad smile, he said simply, "I love you, Fifi," as he moved to accept her invitation. As he started to do just that though, both of their eyes widened with amazement. "Fifi?" he asked with shock. "H-how?" "Ah, ah do not know!" she responded with just as much confusion. Hamton was completely flummoxed by what he had discovered. With special care, he used his erection to probe Fifi's most private of places, just to make sure that he had not made a mistake. After only a few seconds, he was certain that he had not. "Y- your a- a virgin?" "Hamton!" said Fifi with just a hint of sterness in her voice. "Ah am most cairtanlee *not* a virgeen. Vous knows zat. Ah gave eet to vous a long taim ago." "I know," Hamton said, and he could not help but smile at that remembrance. "But how..." At a loss for words, Hamton just looked down at her questioningly. "Ah don't know," she answered as she looked back up at him. "Oh puh-leeze!" said Gogo then as he jumped down into the pit sporting an enormous erection. "Why do you think we call this the *cherry* pit?" "Why indeed?" asked Sphynxy as she hopped down to join Gogo, just as aroused, and "virginal" as Fifi was. "This time, I get to be on top!" she added as she flung Gogo onto his back and straddled his erection. Hamton and Fifi both looked on with awe as Sphynxy lowered herself onto Gogo's wackiness before she suddenly stopped. She appeared to be concentrating, or readying herself for something, when she suddenly forced herself all the way down onto him with a clearly audible *POP!* "Oop!" squealed Sphynxy as it happened. "Urk!" said Gogo as he suddenly found himself fully inside of her. Sphynxy was panting fiercely as she squirmed on Gogo. "That hurt," she murmered with surprise. She continued to fidget for a moment, causing Gogo to moan beneath her. "Oh, eager?" she asked him. "Uh huh, yessir, I mean ma'am, I sure am, I think so, that's for sure." "Well, then hang on, Gogo," she said with a playful smile. "Here I go!" Without any further hesitation, Sphynxy began to bounce herself up and down on Gogo's member with surprising ferocity. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!" she cried as reveled in the feel of his wackiness being pistoned deeply within her. Her fevered bouncing did not last long, however. So forceful was her action that she was soon writhing with what was obviously orgasmic delight. "Gogoooooo!!!" she screamed suddenly when her body convulsed with undeniable enjoyment. "Y-yyyeeeessssss?" he asked her in his goofiest voice. Then, a cry of, "Oollk!" ushered from his beak as he climaxed as well. And what a climax! Sphynxy was suddenly shot up off of his groin and propelled five feet into the air by the geyser of semen that was shooting out of Gogo, whose own face had turned blue with delight as he exploded. "It--it's a gusher!" he managed to cry out. And then it ended. Gogo's prodigious ejaculation ceased, and Sphynxy crashed back down onto him in a spoogy mess. Kissing him deeply, she said, "I always wondered what it would be like to lose it on top. Now I do." "That you do," said Gogo with a sly look on his face as he closed up the umbrella on top of his head. "So how about..." "Oh no..." said Sphynxy when she saw what he had done with his uppermost appendage. "Not now. And not here." "Oh, come on!" whined Gogo. "No!" said Sphynxy with finality. "You gotta catch me first!" and she sprang out of the pit and hurried away. "Woo woo!" cried Gogo as he raced out after her. "The chase begins!" "Well, that was strange," said Hamton as he looked up after the denizens of Wackyland, he pighood still softly pressed against Fifi's "virgin" resistance. "Oui," agreed Fifi as she reached her arms up around Hamton's waist to bring more force against herself. "Boot zhey deed know what zhey were dooing. And so do we!" she finished as she started to hump herself upwards to him. "Yeah," agreed Hamton as looked back down at her. "We do." "Zhen do eet!" she urged him as she stopped her squirming and forced herself to relax in anticipation of what she wanted. "Oh, don't worry, Fifi, I will!" he replied with a smile, and then he started to press himself in a little harder. Fifi could feel the pressure on her resistance mounting and she began to breathe harder in anticipation of its collapse as Hamton pushed on her harder and harder. Her anticipation only grew and grew and her desire for it increased, wondering how long it was going to take. *POP!!* "Hamton!" Fifi cried out with shocked delight as her resistance finally gave way and he was suddenly deep inside of her. "Oh, Fifi..." murmured Hamton as he lowered himself down onto her to kiss her again. They held each other tightly for a full minute, just reveling in the immediate feelings of Fifi again giving Hamton her virginity. But, this moment was destined to be only that, a moment. It passed all too soon, as both of them could not simply lie still any longer. As Hamton began to gently hump her, Fifi cooed with delight as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, carefully squeezing herself around him in perfect timing to his gentle love. They continued in this way for some time, slowly and tenderly, not wanting to be fast or hurried in any way. They let their passion build slowly, and by the time they both climaxed, they had shared with each other a sense of delight that can only come from long and shared intimacy. As her pleasure slowly subsided, along with the green cloud that Fifi's tail had given off, Hamton and Fifi faced each other with broad smiles. "Wow!" they both said at the same time. "Not bad, for a 'virgin', non?" she asked him playfully. "Not at all," Hamton agreed as he bent down to kiss her one more time. "We should get to be moving," said Fifi as their lips parted. "Yeah, I guess so." "Well zhen, vous wheel have to taik eet out." "Do I have too?" he asked glumly. "Eet wheel be hard to move eef vous do not." "But, I want it to be hard!" he said with a grin. "Oh vous seeley peeg! Eet wheel get zat way again soon eenoof!" "I know," said Hamton with reluctance as he slowly withdrew his swollen member from Fifi's body. "So do Ah," Fifi assured him as she reached for their clothes. "Coome and get dressed. We moost be getting close to zee feenish." "Hey, you're right!" said Hamton eagerly as he quickly pulled on his pants. "And once we get there we can..." "We wheel do zomesing special," she said coyly as she pulled on Shirley's dress once more. Hamton raised an eyebrow at that statement, but made no other reply. "Vous wheel see," she purred once they were both fully clothed. "Now come on, let us go."
Minerva Mink, "dressed" in a sheer blue bodystocking that left nothing to the imagination, addressed her staff. "Two more customers are approaching," she told them. "and we need to prepare." She paused for just a moment then before saying, "It's Monty and Elmyra." There was a collected, "YEARGH!!" from Minerva's furry staff, who all ran quickly back to their dressing rooms and barred their doors, leaving only the human toons behind. "This one's all yours," Minerva told them. "Now, for obvious reasons, one of you is gonna have to greet them at the door. Who's it gonna be?" "Hey!" said Elmyra with disappointment when she saw who welcomed them to the store. "You're not the pretty blonde mink-head!" "Of course I'm not, sister," said Jessica Rabbit, who was glad in a red satin bra, matching panties and garterbelt that was used to hold up her sheer stockings. Crossing her legs, Jessica said, "Minerva's busy. And so is most of the staff, but we've still got plenty of folks here who can service you." "Oh phoo!" said Elmyra with disappointment as she stomped her foot. I was hoping to make a pet of her." "That's why she's busy," said Jessica matter of factly. "Is it a problem?" she asked as she uncrossed and crossed her legs the other way. "I got no problem," said Monty eagerly as he ogled Jessica. "Hey!" said Elmyra with consternation. "Don't worry, kid," said Jessica as she slid off the stool she was sitting on. "Like you, I've got a thing for rabbits. But not," she added as she winked at Elmyra conspiratorially, "because I think they make good pets." "But, what else would they be good for?" asked Elmyra with genuine confusion. "Kid, if you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you. But, I *am* married to one, remember?" "Oooh!!" said Elmyra with wide eyed surprise as realization of what Jessica was talking about dawned on her. "Gee, I wonder if..." "Don't even think about it," said Monty gruffly as he grabbed her hand. "Hee hee hee. Okay, Monty," she agreed as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I won't." "Well now that we've got that outta the way," said Jessica, "you kids wanna see the merchandise?" "That's why we're here," said Monty. "Okay then, follow me. I see you've been through the Crosser," she remarked as she led them to the showroom. "And the Formalizer," added Elmyra. "Yeah, that too. We're gonna have to decide what that means," said Jessica as she indicated the large couch in front of the stage. "Have a seat. We'll let you know what'll happen later." As Jessica left the room, Monty and Elmyra sat down on the couch and waited for things to get started. "Excited," Monty asked her, grateful for a chance to sit down and slip off her annoying shoes. "A little," she admitted. Then, flipping up the hem of Monty's dress, she eyed the erection that was trapped in his pantyhose and said, "So are you, it seems," and she gently laid her hand on it, but nothing more. Monty was about to suggest she do something more than just touch him when the overhead lights suddenly went out and a spot light illuminated the stage. Soft saxophone music filled the room, and the curtains parted to reveal Mary Melody clad in a lacy white teddy that revealed more than it concealed. Pattered white stockings encased her legs held up by blue around her thighs garters, giving it all a very sweet appearance. "Hi, Monty," she said as she put one hand behind her head and the other on her hip. Do you find this, interesting?" "Uhh..." was all he could say. He was certainly surprised by seeing Mary dressed that way, and he did like it, but he was slightly distracted that Elmyra chose that moment to start gently stroking him through the pantyhose he was wearing. "We call this our bridal ensemble," said Mary as she dramatically walked towards them and did a pirouette. "What do you think of it, Elmyra?" "Eh, it's okay," she said in a non committal tone. "Well, let us know if you want one," said Mary as she turned to leave the stage. "It may come in handy someday." Monty swallowed hard at that statement, but was unable to make any other reply. Then the next model came out, Richie Rich's girlfriend, Gloria Glad. She was wearing a floor length, green terrycloth robe. "That's not so impressive," muttered Monty when he saw it. "Not the robe," agreed Elmyra as she slid her hand up to Monty's waist. Then, she slipped her hand into his pantyhose and grabbed his erection before asking, "Is that all, Gloria?" "Not at all, Elmyra," said Gloria as she undid the sash that held the robe closed. "I just wanted to give you the full effect!" With a flourish, Gloria opened and dropped the robe to the floor, causing Monty's eyes to nearly pop out when he saw what she was wearing. "You gotta know your audience," said Gloria simply when she saw his reaction. "We call this one, 'The Rich Boy's Fantasy.'" What Gloria meant by that was readily apparent. The shoulder straps of her money green push up bra had fine threads of gold woven into them, and it had a front closure snap made of solid platinum that was studded with diamonds in the shape of a dollar sign. Similar golden clasps without the diamonds on her hips held panties of the same color in place, the front of which were carefully split open, and outlined with a silver weave to expose her lower tuft of honey-yellow hair, and the natural opening beneath it. Sheer green garterless stockings completed the outfit, and as she moved around the stage to give her audience a good look at the outfit, Gloria said, "This one is assured to get a reaction from that rich boy you love who has everything. And I can assure you, it works *every* time." "Heh," Monty snorted in response to Gloria's comment. "I always knew that their goody two shoes act was a put on. Especially hers." "Oh really?" asked Elmyra as she started stroking Monty a little harder. "Now what does that mean?" "Ohhlll.." said Monty in response as he bit his lower lip to keep himself focused. "Well, I sorta meant that... uh..." "Never mind," said Elmyra playfully as she pulled down the front of his pantyhose and tucked them under his scrotum. "I understand," and she promptly bent over to take him into her mouth. "Grrrssshhhh..." was the only response Monty could make as he placed one hand gently on the back of her head. He was dimly aware of Gloria winking at him as she slowly slid off the stage, and he found himself wondering what was going to happen next, especially if Elmyra kept sucking on him with so much enthusiasm. But Elmyra was not so dumb as many people believed. Knowing now that she had Monty's full attention, she calmed down her ministrations just enough to keep him near the edge of release without falling over it. Besides, she wanted to see what the next outfit modeled was going to be too, and without taking Monty out of her mouth, she cocked her head to the side and turned her eyes to the stage to see what was happening there. The third model to appear on stage turned out to be Katie KaBoom. She was wearing what could best be described as an opaque, dark blue bodystocking that, while skin tight, concealed everything. "Appearances can be deceiving," she said when she saw the disappointed look on Monty's face, which was hard to express, considering how much he was enjoying having Elmyra suck on him, as she glided out onto the stage. "Like Gloria said, you gotta know your audience." With that, Katie spun around to reveal that while the front of her garment did indeed conceal all, the back had a hole in in that left her bottom completely bare. More than that though, it was quite obvious that Katie had been soundly spanked just prior to coming onstage. "See what I mean?" she asked as she looked back over her shoulder at Monty and winked at him before giving herself a light slap on the right cheek. For Monty, whose eyes had glazed over when he first saw Katie's caboose, (sorry) this was finally too much. While part of him wondered who had given Katie her spanking, the rest of him, like perhaps 99 and half percent, finally had all of his senses overwhelmed by the sight. Or perhaps it was the fact that when Elmyra saw what Katie was showing them that she intensified her own stimulation by giving Monty's balls a not very gentle squeeze. Whichever it was, didn't really matter. All Monty knew was that he had finally reached the boiling point, and the feeling of his groin surging with pleasure was the only sensation that he could register for a long moment. Monty moaned with deep contentment as the last of his spasms of pleasure died out, and Elmyra swallowed deeply before she slowly lifted her head up to slide Monty out of her mouth. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she looked up at him and asked, "Did you enjoy the show, sweetums?" "Uh, yeah, whatever," he said absentmindedly as he tried to catch his breath. It was about then that Katie turned back around as Gloria and Mary joined her on the stage. "Elmyra?" asked Mary as the three scantily clad girls smiled at their audience. "Could we have a word with you, please?" Monty sighed contentedly as he watched Elmyra join the other three girls on the stage. As they huddled together to talk, he found himself wondering what they were whispering about, and why Elmyra was almost constantly giggling. He also wished that Katie's back was to him instead of Elmyra's at the moment, but he didn't voice that desire. "Hey!" he called after a few seconds. "What's going on?" "Oh, you'll find out," said Mary with a smile, and she snapped her fingers. Monty looked up to see a large anvil plummeting towards him. He had just enough time to mutter, "Mommy!" before it clonked him on the head. When Monty next opened his eyes, it took him a moment to fully comprehend what he saw. And when he did his reaction was immediate, and loud. "AHHHH! NO WAY!" he shouted as he looked up at the mirror that lined the ceiling above him. In it, he saw a reflection of himself lying on a large heart shaped bed wearing a peekaboo bra, crotchless panties, and sheer thigh high nylons. "Forget it!" he shouted as he sat up with a start. "If you think that I'm gonna... Huh?" Monty's protests were cut off when he saw what was going on on the couch that he and Elmyra had been watching the show from, and what he saw only made his eyes widen even more. Elmyra was sitting there waiting for him, wearing her own Rich Boy's Fantasy outfit. "Do you like it?" she asked simply as she stood up and walked over to the bed. "I uhm... Yeah." he admitted as he nodded his head, and let himself admire what he saw. "Hee hee hee, and I like that!" she said as she pointed at Monty's crotch. Monty looked down to see that the crotchless panties he was wearing had allowed his erection to spring upwards without impediment. "Well, I guess that is an advantage," he mused as he looked down at it. Then, looking back up to Elmyra, he added, "C'mere." Crawling up onto the bed, Elmyra joined her lover and let Monty pull her to himself for a quick kiss. "Now let's see," he said as he leaned back, "how does this open?" Monty then fiddled with the dollar sign clasp that held Elmyra's bra shut, purposely acting like he couldn't figure out how to open it so he could play with it for a while. After about a minute or so, a lightbulb appeared over his head and he exclaimed, "Oh! I get it," and he clipped the garment open with a flourish, letting the breast cups dangle limply from Elmyra's shoulders. "Not bad," he admitted as he then placed his hands on her naked boobs. "Not bad at all." "You just gonna touch 'em?" asked Elmyra with petulance as she leaned more heavily into his touch. "Nope," said Monty as he bent over to take her left one into his mouth. Elmyra sighed with contentment as she felt Monty's mouth teasing her nipple to full arousal. Responding to a gentle push, she lay back onto the bed, and once she was down, he moved over to the other one to give it equal time. "Oh, Monty," she said as she let her head sink into the pillows, "you do that *so* well." "That's not all I do well," he said as he raised his head up to look into her eyes. Then, giving each of her tits a final quick kiss, he quickly moved himself to lay down on top of her, and then after kissing her once more, he added, "Which you are about to be reminded of." "Remind away, Papa," said Elmyra softly as she spread her legs beneath him. Needing no further prompting, Monty quickly inserted himself into Elmyra's most valuable asset. She moaned with satisfaction and arched her back as he slid all the way in, and then she locked her ankles around his own as he said to her, "I think it's time I made a liquid deposit." As he made love to Elmyra, Monty found himself thinking that underwear he had on felt funny. The fabric of the bra felt funny on his chest as it was pressed between his and Elmyra's, and the panties, well, they just felt weird, with the odd ventilation that they had. The thigh highs were a nice change from the pantyhose though, being less constrictive, and not getting in the way of things. Elmyra on the other hand didn't really contemplate her attire much at all. True, she didn't wear a bra all that often, but she still knew what having one on was like, and she had often dressed up in fancy lingerie for Monty on prior occasions. All she really cared about was that her Monty-wonty was making love with her, and that was something that she enjoyed. As their passion increased, so did Elmyra's grip on Monty. She was careful though not to squeeze him *too* hard, this time, she wanted to just enjoy the ride, and Monty was doing everything he could to make sure she did. "How ya doing, toots," he whispered in her ear as he lengthened the stroke of his thrusts. "Almost there!" she whispered back urgently as she pushed her head back deeper into the pillow. "Me too..." muttered Monty. Then, switching to very short, and very fast strokes, he began to hump Elmyra with everything he had. "Come for me!" he snarled. "Come for me!" Elmyra's hands slid down Monty's back and clasped together at his waist. "Oh Monteee!" she cried as arched her back to forcefully enjoy what he was doing to her. "Come on!" urged Monty once more. Drawing her knees up Monty's sides, Elmyra wrapped her legs around Monty as she slid her hands up his back to hug his shoulders. She felt herself pressed forcefully down into the mattress, and she was enjoying every thrust of it. "I.. I'm gonna...." Her attempts to say anything proved impossible. Her pleasure was too powerful to do anything other than enjoy it, and to do all she could to make it even more intense as she did what she could to maximize Monty's as well. "MONTYYYYY!!!" she screamed suddenly as her legs shot straight up in the air and she hugged Monty even tighter as her body finally erupted in a powerful climax. This in turn was what Monty had been waiting for. Gritting his teeth, he pumped at her even harder, and in just a few more seconds, he was squirting into her, bucking uncontrollably as growled in triumph. Letting his body relax on top of Elmyra's, Monty and she shared a lingering kiss as the throes of their passion subsided. "Deposit accepted, Monty," said Elmyra with a grin as he finally rolled off of her. "Heh heh, it was fun making it." "Well," she said as she rolled over onto her side to face him, "we better get going." "Yeah, I guess we should." "You know you have to wear that for the rest of the course." "I know," he said as he rolled his eyes in resignation. "And your dress too." "Oh come on, it's not so bad. I gotta wear this." "Yeah, but that looks good on you. I look ridiculous." Elmyra had to grin when Monty said that. "Well, maybe you do," she agreed as she sat up and closed her bra. "But it's all in fun." "Yeah, I guess so," he reluctantly conceded as he too rolled off the bed and started to get dressed. Soon they both had their, or rather, each others, clothes back on, and with a final look back at the stage where the bed they had used was still situated, they left the House of Lingerie behind, and started again for the finish line.
"Hey, look!" said Babs with enthusiasm as she pointed to the sign. "I'm looking," replied Buster. "You wanna check it out?" "Yeah, it might make for a fun diversion." "And not to mention a chance to do it in the water," agreed Buster. "That's what I was talking about," said Babs dryly, and the pair made their way down the pathway that led to the Wackyland Swimming Pool. Soon they found themselves standing outside a small clubhouse that had two entrances. One said simply, "Toons," and the other, "Toonettes," on the door. "I guess we split up here," said Babs. "Looks that way," agreed Buster as he gave her a quick kiss. "See you soon." Buster entered the door marked "Toons" into a large lobby area. Sitting behind the reception desk was Gogo, who was smiling foolishly. "Ah, welcome, Buster! Welcome indeed." "Eh, hi, Gogo," said Buster warily. "What's the deal?" "Deal? Why, I'm glad you asked that, Buster!" Suddenly, Gogo reached up to pull down a new background. He was also suddenly wearing a very loud suit and holding an old style pointer microphone. "Well, Buster," he said happily, "you have a choice, you can pick, Door Number 1, Door Number 2, or Door number 3! Which do you want? Well? Hurry up and decide, we haven't got all day, you know." "Uh..." Buster said with confusion, "I... I just wanted to go use the pool," he said as he eyed the three sliding doors with suspicion. "Oh!" said Gogo with a look of surprise on his face. "Okay." With that, Gogo pushed the gameshow set away, along with his ugly suit, and he was again sitting behind the reception desk in the lobby. Handing Buster a key, he said, "Here you go, through that door." "What's this for?" asked Buster. "You'll figure it out," said Gogo. "Uh, okay," said Buster as he took the key, and stepped through the door that Gogo had indicated. Once he was gone, Gogo again pulled down the gameshow set. "Forget it, girls," he called out. "He just wanted to use the pool." A clear cry of, "Awww..." came from behind each of the three doors, which promptly slid open to reveal Bimbette Skunkette, Binky Bunny, and Margot Mallard all laying very nude and very aroused on a large bed behind each of the doors. "Oh well," said Margot," as she rolled off of her bed. "I didn't really wanna fuck that Looser anyway," "Oh, I dunno," said Bimbette as she sat up on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs. "He's kinda cute, and you know what they say about rabbits. Right, Binky?" "Uh, what?" asked Binky, who was still lying on her bed and had just started to masturbate. "Aren't we supposed to get laid here? I'm confused," and she returned her concentration to her hands. Bimbette and Margot only sighed. Meanwhile, Babs walked through the indicated door with the key that Sphynxy had given her to find a modest sized locker room. "Oh, okay," said Babs as it became apparent what was going on. "Lessee, locker number 269..." Finding the locker in question, she opened it to see a small sheet of paper taped to the inside of the door marked, "Rules." Reading it over quickly, she smiled as she realized that skinny dipping was not just allowed, but required, and that there were penalties for not doing so. "I wonder if Blue Boy'll forget to take off his gloves," she mused as she bent over to untie the laces on her sneakers. Slipping off the cumbersome footwear, she placed them in the locker and started to remove the rest of her clothing. After hanging up her sweater and skirt, she started to take off her fancy underwear when she heard a gushing voice ask her, "So, Babs, how's the outfit working?" Babs turned to see Rhubella Rat standing naked, damp from having been in the pool, and showing all the signs of having just had sex, smiling at her with a knowing, devious grin. "Well?" she asked again. "It's working," said Babs coolly as she unfastened her garters so she could take off her stockings. "Thanks for suggesting it," she said hesitatingly as she put them in the locker. "No problem," said Rhubella as Babs started to take off her bustier. As Babs hung that up, Rhubella remarked, "So, how are you and Buster enjoying the race?" "It's fun," Babs admitted. "There's a lotta interesting stuff here." "Agreed. Roddy and I ran the race a few days ago against Danforth and Margot and some other folks at the Prep who wanted to get in good with us. We won, of course." "Of course," said Babs as she shut her locker after hanging her bustier in it. "Nobody at Perfecto would dare defeat Roddy and Rhubella Rat." "You got that right," said Rhubella with a smirk. "Why you and Buster don't run the Loo more tightly is beyond me." "Just a different style, I guess," said Babs with a shrug. "Well, I'll see you around, Rhubella. Take care." "Ta ta, Babs," said the rat as she watched the rabbit turn to leave. "Have fun." Then, noticing something else, she added, "Babs, waitasec." "What is it?" asked Babs with a slight irritation. "Your earbows." "What about them?" "Nudity required," said Rhubella simply. "Uh, Rhubella, in case you didn't notice, I *am* naked." "Not with those earbows on, your not." "You mean, I can have all this showing, and the earbows still make me not nude?" "Yep." "So?" "Oh come on, Babs, don't you get it? 'Nudity required. Violators will be spanked.'" she quoted. "Over these?" asked Babs with incredulity as she pointed to her earbows. "I'm not kidding," said Rhubella simply. "You wear those earbows out in the pool area, and you get paddled. The question," said Rhubella with a sly smile, "is weather or not you want to be." Babs dropped the ends of her ears in front of her face so she could look at the bows on their tips. "Riiiiiiight..." she said thoughtfully as she pondered Rhubella's words. Plucky and Shirley were running. "This is ridiculous," said Plucky as he huffed and puffed at Shirley's side. "This is not the way I wanna make myself short of breath around you!" "Like, chill, Plucky. We've still gotta, like, give it our all, er some junk." "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "You've got your Aura and stuff to draw on for strength. I don't!" "Like, I totally have tried to teach you how to do it," she replied. "Oh come on, Shirl, you know I'll never be able to do those things you can." Shirley reluctantly nodded her head. "Maybe so. But we still gotta try. And I'm not ready to quit just yet. We may not win, but we don't wanna finish mondo last either, or some junk." "No, I suppose we don't," admitted Plucky. "Well then totally come on," said Shirley, and she started to run even faster. Plucky's only response was to huff and puff, and keep pace with the Loon of his dreams.
Hamton and Fifi found themselves standing on a tall bridge that crossed over a mudbog. The could clearly see a path leading down to it from somewhere behind them, and another one leaving the place to rejoin the course somewhere up ahead. "Oh, look what we missed!" said Hamton with disappointment." "Oui," agreed Fifi as she looked down at the bog. "A roll een zee mood would 'ave been tres foon!" "It always is," said Hamton as he looked wistfully down at it. "Darn this course! There are too many possible paths. Why couldn't we have found it? Or at least a pathway that didn't take us over this bridge to tell us we missed it?" "C'est la vie," said Fifi with a shrug. "On we must go" "Yeah, come on. We're getting close to the end."
"It's no good," said Monty as he suddenly came to a stop. "What's the matter, Monty?" "I just can't run anymore in these damn high heels," he said matter of factly. "But, snookums," Elmyra protested, "we have to run! We'll never beat the hippity hops by just walking." Monty shook his head. "I can't walk anymore either." "But, Monty! I don't wanna lose!" "Who said anything about losing? I just said I can't walk anymore." "But... "You're forgetting, Elmyra," said Monty as he pulled out his cell phone, "I'm rich!" Activating his phone, Monty punched in a number ands said, "Hello, Acme Express? This is Montana Max. I need item 1497G in the catalogue, and I need it now!" Monty put away his phone and looked angrily at his watch. "What's keeping them?" he muttered. Just then, a giant airplane flew over head and parachuted a huge crate out of its cargo hold that landed a mere five feet from the rich brat. "They're slipping," observed Monty as he checked his watch one final time. "What's in the box, Monty-wonty?" "You'll see," he replied as he walked over to the crate and gently rapped his fist on one of its corners. In slow motion, the 4 sides of the crate fell open to reveal an Acme All Terrain Turbo Charged Dune Buggy. "Ooohhh!" said Elmyra when she saw it. "That's great!" "Hop in, Toots," said Monty as he climbed up into the driver's seat. "But, Monty," she half heartedly protested as she climbed into the passenger seat, "isn't this cheating?" "Nothing in the rules says you can't do this," he said with a smirk. "That makes it okay in my book." "Oh, okay," said Elmyra as a way of dismissing the subject. But then, she had to cover her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle a giggle. "What?" "Your skirt's riding up," she said with a giggle. "Huh?" said Monty as he looked down, and to his surprise he saw that the hem of his dress had indeed slipped upwards to reveal the tops of his nylons. In spite of himself, he had to grin. "Well, now you know what I'm always looking for." "I guess so," said Elmyra with a smile. "Still, I do wish it'd ride up just a little more. Then I'd be able to see something much more interesting!" To his surprise, Monty felt himself blushing as he made an attempt to pull the hem of his dress down a little. "Uh, let's go!" he said as he revved the engine to life, and they were off. While Monty concentrated on his driving, which in those ridiculous shoes he found to be almost as big a challenge as walking had been, Elmyra amused herself by watching Monty's legs as they worked the clutch and acceleration pedals, all the while hoping for a gust of wind to blow up the front of his dress. Without paying any attention to several sidepaths and turnoffs, they stuck to what seemed to be the main pathway at breakneck speed, and, if he had his way about it, Monty would have sped them all the way to the finish. But fate, or rather Gogo, wasn't going to let that happen. "That's cheating!" he remarked as he looked angrily down at the dunebuggy from the blimp he was riding in. "Not really," said Sphynxy with a shake of her head. "There's nothing in the rules about it." "Well I still don't like it!" "Me either. But what are you gonna do about it?" "Just watch," said Gogo and he pulled a control panel out of his pocket and pressed the large red button in its center. The next thing that Monty knew, all four of his tires were being shredded as he ran over a row of nails that had suddenly popped up out of the ground. "Ah, stupid razzafrazzin nails!" he screamed as they slid to a stop. "Look at that!" "Oh, it's not so bad, Monty." "Yes it is! Now we gotta start waking again." Elmyra had no response to that. After a moment she just shrugged and said, "Okay, so which way do we go?" "Lemme check," said Monty as he opened the dunebuggy's glove compartment and pulled out a small telescope. "Lemme see if I can figure out where the heck we are." Putting the spyglass to his eye, he did a quick pan of their surroundings. "Okay," he said after a moment. "There's the swimming pool I saw on the map, which means that... Oh!" he said as he saw something unexpected. "Well would you look at that!" he added with a grin. "Whatizit? Whatizit?" asked Elmyra as the bounced up and down in her seat. "Lemme see!" "Here," he said as he handed her the telescope. "Over there," he added as he pointed to what he wanted her to look at. "OooOOOooo! Hee he hee!" laughed Elmyra when she what Monty had indicated. "The poor hippity hops. NOT!" Through the spyglass, Elmyra saw Buster and Babs, both naked except for his gloves and her earbows, bending over a railing as they got paddled by Lola and Bugs Bunny respectively. Both of their behinds were glowing crimson, and although she could not hear anything, the look on their faces told Elmyra that the bunnies were clearly getting off on what was happening to them, and that Bugs and Lola were also quite aroused by doing it. "Well," said Elmyra as she handed Monty back the telescope. "Looks like the hippity hops are in some kind of trouble." "Yeah, I guess so," said Monty softly. "Giving you ideas, Monty?" she asked him with a wink. "Maybe," he admitted. "But not right now. Come on, now that we know that we're ahead of them, all we need to do is keep moving." "Hee hee hee. But what about your sore feet?" "Don't remind me," said Monty as he climbed out of the vehicle, and taking Elmyra by the hand, they continued on towards the finishline.
Buster and Babs, both fully clothed, emerged from the clubhouse to get back on the trail. "Well, that was different," said Buster. "To say the least," said Babs as she rubbed her still sore behind. "I still can't believe the way Bugs jumped Lola while she was still paddling you." "I can!" said Buster as he rubbed his own bottom. "She started whacking me even harder when he did it." Babs could only giggle. "You should come quicker, like I did." "Easier said than done, Babsie," said Buster as they started down the path. "Still, it was fun." "That is was. Especially after Lola left you alone so you could come over to me!" Then, before Buster could respond to that, she asked, "So, how close are we to the finish?" "Close," said Buster as he pulled out and checked his map. "Good. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we collect our money!" she said with a laugh as they continued on their way.
"Shirl, wait!" cried Plucky in desperation. Shirley turned around to see that she had pulled several strides ahead of Plucky. "Like, what's wrong?" she asked him. "Can't you keep up?" "Apparently not," replied Plucky as he caught up to her. "Please, Shirl, we gotta slow down." Shirley sighed to herself. "All right," she said reluctantly. "We'll slow down; for a while." "Cruelty, thy name is Loon!" said Plucky as they continued onwards at a more moderate pace. "Well, like, gee, Plucky. I mean, don't..." Shirley's comment was cut off as the ground beneath them suddenly sprang upwards, catapulting them into the air. "Oh no," said Plucky with disgust. "Like, fly, Duck, fly!" she commanded him as she began to furiously flap her own wings. "Oh yeah," said Plucky as he did likewise. "We can do that." In a matter of seconds, Plucky and Shirley were in controlled flight. They soon got their bearings and once they realized where they were, Shirley pointed to a specific place on the course and said, "Like, there!" "You sure?" he asked her. "Totally!" she said with a nod. "I like, need it, er some junk." "Okay then, let's go." The pair slowly spiraled down for a landing on the edges of the paddle forest. "Like, here's a good one," said Shirley as she pulled a bright orange paddle off of one of the trees. Handing it to Plucky, she asked, "Will this like, do, er some junk?" "It'll do," said Plucky as he gave her butt a practice tap with it. "C'mere." Grabbing Shirley's hand, he led her over to a nearby rock, and after sitting down on it, he pulled her over his lap. "Hard or soft?" he asked her simply. "Like, totally hard!" she with a grin as she looked at him over her shoulder. "And like, bare, or some junk." "Oh, don't worry about that, Shirl," said Plucky as he pulled down the pants she was wearing to expose her beautiful white-feathered fanny. "That's a given." Shirley gasped as Plucky immediately began to spank her in earnest. Her bottom soon began to tingle, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she was *really* enjoying herself. Plucky smiled at Shirley's reddening posterior, and at the little stars and comets that were flying off of it with every swat. When a miniature planet Saturn flew off of it, he could not help but feel some satisfaction, knowing that such a manifestation signified that Shirley's pleasure was approaching its nadir, and that he had brought her there so quickly. Shirley, who had fought to take this spanking without uttering a sound, didn't know how much longer she could keep quiet. She ground her teeth together and forced herself not to cry out as she drew closer and closer to climax. Plucky, on the other hand, knew what she was up to, and he was going to have none of it, and was doing all he could to force a vocal response from her. He was either going make her cry out in exquisite delight, or discomfort, and to make that happen, he started paddling her even faster. That was all it took. "PLUCKEEEEEE!!" Shirley suddenly screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her whole body. She writhed in delight on his lap, letting her pleasure take her as she enjoyed every delicious wave of it. "Yes?" he asked her when she had calmed down and punctuated the question with a final swat. "Uhn!" cried Shirley as he did so. Then taking a deep breath, she looked back up at him over her shoulder with unmistakable lust in her half closed eyelids and said, "Take me." A flurry of motion and a cloud of dust suddenly engulfed the amorous waterfowl. The sound of saws sawing, hammers hammering and drills drilling filled the air. When they suddenly ceased and the dust had cleared, the pair were on their knees facing each other on a large four poster bed. Both were completely naked, their clothes hung neatly on a coat rack next to the foot of the bed. "Like, wow, Plucky," said Shirley as she reached out to caress his chest with a smile. "You sure put in some effort, er some junk." "Well, Shirl, for you, it's worth it," he replied as he pulled her closer for a kiss. "So, how do you wanna do this?" he asked as he reached his fingers up to twiddle her nipples. "Oh, we'll think of something," said Shirley as she pressed herself up against him. "Won't we?" "Whatever you say, Shirl," said Plucky as he kissed her once more. The couple wrapped their arms around each other, locking themselves into a passionate embrace. Without breaking their kiss, they rocked their bodies back and forth to allow Plucky to slide himself up into her. Shirley groaned her throat as he felt him enter her body, and she squeezed herself upon him once she knew he was all the way in. Saying nothing as they kissed and stared into each others eyes, Plucky and Shirley undulated themselves on each other and let themselves enjoy the sensation of being together. There movements were slow and deliberate as they savored the act of making love. After a few moments of this, Plucky reached down to grip Shirley's thighs, and he pulled them forward as he slowly sat back on his haunches. Realizing what he was doing, and wanting to do it too, Shirley swung her legs forward and wrapped them around his hips as Plucky locked his hands over the small of her back. "Start bouncing, Shirl," he murmered against her lips as he started bucking her a little more forcefully. Needing no further encouragement, Shirley began to forcefully bounce herself in perfect countertime to Plucky's upward thrusts. At first they did this just as slowly as they had undulated when they were both on their knees, but the more aggressive nature of what they were now doing soon had them doing it faster and faster, with predictable results. Plucky suddenly slid his hands up Shirley's back and encircled her shoulders as he pulled her body tightly to his own as he shot is pleasure up into her body. Feeling that internal splash of enjoyment, Shirley too shuddered with delight as she leaned into him, no longer able to keep up her frenetic bouncing as her body climaxed. With a deep sigh of mutual satisfaction, Plucky and Shirley finally pulled their lips apart and smiled at each other. "I love you," they said to each other in unison before sharing a quick peck of a kiss in response. "Well," said Shirley as she gingerly lifted herself off of Plucky, "time to get going again?" "Sure is," said Plucky as he reached out and slapped her bum playfully as she turned around. "Ouch!" she said with an exaggerated reaction. "Quit that!" "But I thought you liked it," said Plucky with wide eyed innocence. "You, like, know I do," she said with shake of her head. "That's the problem!" "Er some junk?" Plucky asked her as he stood up and stuffed his shrinking duckhood back into his pouch. "Something like that," agreed Shirley as she reached for their clothes. Tossing Plucky his leisure suit, she said, "Let's go." Hamton and Fifi found themselves exiting the maze into a large clearing. A small picnic area had been set up with tables, folding chairs, and the like. Standing in front of a large charchol pit was Gogo, who was getting a casual blow job from Sphynxy as he turned over some hamburgers. "Hiya, folks!" he said cheerily. "And congratulations! You win!" "What?" asked Hamton and Fifi in unison. "Well, that's what happens when you cross the finish line first," said Gogo, who seemed to be unaware of what Sphynxy was going to him. "Well, zhen, what do we do now?" asked Fifi. "Simple," said Gogo. "You just go and... and..." Gogo suddenly seemed agitated as Sphynxy began to bob her head on him a little faster. She also seemed to be smiling, even though his erection in her mouth. Looking down, a look of surprise formed on his face as he saw what was happening to him. "Oh baby!" he cried with delight as he suddenly slapped one of his hands to the back of Sphynxy's head. Sphynxy giggled slightly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of Gogo's shaft and started to swallow his happiness. Then, without warning, Gogo began to slowly melt! She hastily pulled his penis out of her mouth and it squirted one final spurt before it too dissolved through her fingers, leaving Gogo to be nothing but a puddle of green goo in front of her. "I hate it when he does that," she said with a sigh. Pulling out a giant eyedropper, she carefully sucked up Gogo's, remains before looking over at Hamton and Fifi and saying, "Well, it'll take me a while to get him back to normal. Enjoy!" "Wait!" said Hamton as she turned to go. "What?" "Well, like Fifi asked, what are we supposed to do now?" "I dunno. That was Gogo's department. Wait for the others, I guess. Enjoy some of the food. And each other. Whatever. I gotta get him solid again. We have a date tonight!" With that, Sphynxy took to the air, leaving the confused winners staring after her in amazement. "Well, congratulations, Fifi," said Hamton as he turned to her and gave her a kiss. "Thank vous," she said with a smile. She looked around at the picnic area, and then a thought occurred to her. "Hey, Ah theenk Ah know what we can do to pass zee taim." "What?" Zomesing we traid to do een zee race, boot couldn't," she said as she took Hamton by the hand and led him over to one of the many folding chairs in the picnic area. Sitting down in it, she quickly pulled him over her knee and said, "Ah can geeve vous zat spankeeng zat zhey would not let moi geeve you before!" and she proceeded to do just that.
"What's so funny?" asked Monty as he observed Elmyra giggling. "That," she said as he pointed at his crotch. Monty looked down and blushed at what he saw. The way that the front of his dress seemed to have something poking it upwards made it very clear that he had an erection. "Stupid crotchless panties," he murmered at the embarrassing evidence of his own arousal. "You want me to do something about it, sweetums?" she asked in all sincerity, and hopefulness. "It's tempting. But not right now. Those rabbits could be close behind us. We can't let them win." "Oh phoo!" said Elmyra petulantly. "I guess that's right." "Yeah, I guess so," agreed Monty as he reached up under his dress to try to position himself less obviously, but without too much success. "Come on, Monty," said Elmyra as she grabbed his hand. "Time's a wasting!"
Buster and Babs kept moving. "There can't be too much of this place left," mused Buster. "The pool marks the last quarter of the course." "Yeah," said Babs. "In a straight line. Who knows how out of the way we are going in this crazy maze." "You gotta point, Babsie," agreed Buster. "Hey, I think there's a clearing up ahead." Sure enough, the pathway they were on opened in to one of the courses many intersections. Six pathways converged on this one, and before they could decide which one to take, Monty and Elmyra came in from one of other ones. "ARGH! THE RABBITS!" cried Monty with disgust when he saw them. Suddenly, all the exits clanged shut. "Oh great," muttered Babs. "Not with *them.*" It was then that Babs really noticed what Monty was wearing, and she immediately fell down laughing at the ridiculous site of Monty in Elmyra's green dress, the front of it poking mysteriously upwards. "Oh brother!" she managed to say though her peels of laughter. "Now I've seen *everything.*" "Making a fashion statement, Monty old pal?" asked Buster with a grin. "Hey, watch your mouth, rabbit. It's not our fault we got trapped by the Crosser." "And besides," said Elmyra as she sidled up to him and reached up under his dress, "he looks so *cute* like this!" "Urk!!" was all Monty could say. "Elmyra's got a point, Buster," said Babs as she got up onto her knees. Reaching over to depouch him, she added, "We've all gotta do it to get out of here, so let's get started." "Ooh!" was all Buster could say as Babs started to stroke him with her customarily gently touch. "Better, lift this up," said Elmyra as she reached down her other hand to pull up the front of Monty's dress. "Don't wanna get my dress all messy-wessy." Looking over to see the crotchless panties and garterbelt that Monty was wearing under the dress, Babs remarked, "I see you've been to the Lingerie House too, Elmyra." Elmyra then noticed for the first time that Babs had shoes on, and that the pink bunny was wearing nylons. "Uh huh," she said as she continued to stroke Monty hard. "You should see what I've got on under this tuxedo." "I can only imagine," said Babs as she kept doing what she was doing. "Did Monty there get all stupid when he saw the other girls?" "Kinda," said Elmyra with a grin as she stopped stroking Monty for a moment to squeeze him. Leaning over, she gave his penis a quick kiss before she started to stroke him once more. Standing up straight again, she added, "After the first girl finished, I found a way to keep him distracted." "Oh reeeally?" asked Babs. Elmyra only giggled as she nodded her head. "And what exactly was that?" asked Babs as she walked over to Buster's other side so she could switch hands. "Oh, I don't wanna say," replied Elmyra just before she ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip and gave Babs conspiratorial wink. "I can imagine," said Babs with a knowing nod. Then, to herself she thought, "But do I *want* to?" and she shuddered in spite of herself. By this time, both Buster and Monty were getting weak in the knees, and both of them were grunting incoherently as their girlfriends continued to calmly stroke them as they kept up their amicable chit chat. "So did you enjoy your time at the swimming pool, Babsie-head?" asked Elmyra. "Well, we actually didn't go swimming," Babs hedged. "Who cares about swimming? Did you enjoy getting paddled by old Bugsy- wugsy?" "Y-you know about that?" "Oooooohhhhhhhh...." muttered Buster as Babs started to stroke him a little faster. Elmyra tightened her own grip on Monty just a fraction, causing his eyes to widen as she said, "Well?" "No comment," said Babs dryly, who grinned in spite of herself. "Oh-uh-ooo-oh-uh-ohhhhh..." said Monty then as his tongue lolled out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes crossed of their own free will. "Why, Monty," asked Elmyra in a low whisper. "What's the matter?" "Uuunnnnn..." was all he could say. "Do you wanna come?" she asked as she stopped stroking him so she could squeeze him ever so tightly. "Uhhhh-hhhuhhhhhh..." he managed to gasp as he vigorously nodded his head. "Well then why don't you?" asked Elmyra calmly before she loosed her grip just enough so she could resume stroking him as fast as she could. Monty groaned loudly in response, and almost right away those groans turned to gasps as Elmyra finally allowed him to fully enjoy her special touch. "That's not a bad idea, Buster," said Babs as she saw Monty climaxing in Elmyra's hand. "Why don't you do it too?" Babs instantly quickened her own pace, and soon spurts of bunny delight were splashing on the ground not to far from where Monty's own surges were landing. Soon, both of the boys had spasmed out and they were gasping for breath. "Thanks, Babsie," said Buster once he had regained enough of his senses to do so, "I needed that." "Anytime, Buster," said Babs as she turned to give him a kiss. "Come on," she said as she stepped away from him. "Let's get going while those two are still busy." "Eh?" asked Buster with confusion. "There," said Babs as she pointed to Monty and Elmyra. The two of them had their arms wrapped around each other as they shared a very intense kiss. "Oh, right!" said Buster when he realized what Babs meant. "We'll go this way," and talking Babs hand in his own, he led her down one of the pathways that had just reopened. Monty opened his own eyes just in time to see the rabbits leaving. "Hey!" he said with alarm as he broke his kiss with Elmyra. "They're leaving!" "What? asked Elmyra with surprise as she turned to see that Buster and Babs were gone. "Oh those sneaky hippity hops!" she said with a hint of anger. "Come on, Monty, we gotta chase them." "We'll take this path," said Monty as they started down a different one from the one Buster and Babs had taken. "I wanna pass them, not catch them." "For one, I agree," said Elmyra as she hurried with Monty down their chosen pathway. "I wanna win!"
"How's your butt, Shirl," asked Plucky as they jogged through the maze. "Just fine," she replied without a hint of any other or special meaning. "Is that good or bad?" asked Plucky, sounding very hopeful. "Plucky, not now," said Shirley with a sigh. "We've still got a long way to go, and I like, don't wanna come in last, er some junk." "Well, you do have a point there," admitted Plucky with some reluctance. Turning a corner in the maze then, the couple found themselves as a split in the pathway. "Like, which way to do we go?" asked Shirley. "The map's not that detailed," said Plucky as he looked it over carefully. "No way to guess." "Well, then let's like, go totally right." "Right it is," agreed Plucky as they took that path. "I just hope it isn't wrong." "One more bad pun like that, and I'll mondo zap your beak off," Shirley said in an absolutely deadpan voice, but there was a smile on her face as she said it. Plucky only laughed, and they continued on their way.
Buster and Babs hopped merrily along their way. "How far to the finish line?" Babs asked him without slowing down. "I can't be certain," said Buster as he hopped along and studied his map at the same time. "Three's only a couple of specific places left on the map, and we haven't seen any of the moving obstacles for a long time. We *should* be close." "Good! Then victory awaits us." "I hope so, Babs," said Buster as they continued to hop. "I really do." Plucky emerged, fully nude, from the mens locker room to see Shirley waiting for him just as naked as he was. She had wisely left even her hairbow in her locker in accordance with the rules. "Looking good, Shirl," said Plucky with a grin as he gave her a quick up and down glance. "Like, you too, er some junk. Come on, let's totally go for a swim." Soon, Plucky and Shirley were happily swimming together, paying no mind to the many other toons who were also skinny dipping, at the very least, right along with them. Not even seeing Lola Bunny giving Bugs a blow job as he sat in his lifeguard's chair or that about half the people in the area had clearly been recently spanked seemed to matter to either of them. They were much more interested in each other. Things started out with Shirley diving into the deep end of the pool and shouting, "Like, catch me, Plucky, and you'll get a prize!" Diving in after her, Plucky swam after Shirley, wanting very much to get what ever prize she had in store for him. After passing by a floating on his back Homer Simpson who was being straddled by Marge, (hey, with that much blubber, it's possible!) Shirley suddenly slipped beneath the surface to evade her pursuit. "Oh no you don't!" thought Plucky, as he dove under the water to continue his pursuit. Slowly gaining on Shirley, Plucky followed her in the shallow end of the pool as she swam through the spread apart legs of Freddy Jones, who had Daphne Blake wrapping herself around his hips even as she impaled herself on him. Finding having done that somewhat disturbing, Plucky managed to increase his speed just a little, and he was fast gaining on Shirley. He was almost within reach of her when she suddenly shot up for the surface. "Oh crud," Plucky gurgled as he to rose to get his head up above water. Once he had done so, he saw that Shirley had kept right on going after erupting out of the pool. Looking up, he saw a golden mass of Shirley shaped hair gracefully sailing upwards before it slowly arched into a graceful swan... er... loondive to slip back into the water with minimal splash. As Huey, Dewey and Louie held up little placards with 10's on them (while at the same time kneeling behind Brittany, Jeanette and Elanor because they won a bet with Alvin, Simon and Theodore) Plucky was trying to figure out which way she had gone, when she suddenly surfaced in front of him with a splash before kicking away from him. "Like, what's the matter, Plucky? Don't you want me, er some junk?" "What do you think?" he asked as he lunged after her. This time, Shirley did not try as hard to get away, and Plucky's hand closed around her ankle. "Gotcha!" he cried triumphantly. "Like, totally," said Shirley as she drew herself closer to him. "Now, here's your prize." With that, Shirley calmly slipped beneath the water once more as Plucky tread water in the deepest part of the pool. He watched with curiosity as a river of hair surrounded him, and then the next thing he knew, Shirley had her bill clamped around his erection and was sucking him hard. "Oh, Shirl..." muttered Plucky as he groped his hand around trying to find her as he furiously treaded water. Beneath the surface, Shirley hovered in the water between Plucky's legs as she sucked on him. She could feel him shuddering with delight through the water, and she knew that he wouldn't last long. "Like, gotcha!" she found herself thinking when her assumption proved correct and she suddenly had a mouthful of his delight sliding down her throat. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Plucky forgot to keep treading water, and even as he felt himself surging with love for Shirley, he began to slowly submerge. He was just about to go under when he found himself being hauled back up to the surface by Shirley who was kissing him intensely. With his pleasure fog being replaced by the simple enjoyment of a deep kiss, Plucky resumed his treading of the water and said, "Hey, Shirl. Things are more or less lined up. It ought be fun to do it this way," and he waggled his eyes at her as he tried to push his rehardening member up into her body. But Shirley had other plans. "Like, I've got a better idea, Plucky," she said as she spun away from him. Plucky's eyes grew wide as he saw Shirley begining to not tread water, but to float on its surface like a real duck would. Sweeping her long flowing hair over her right shoulder, Shirley looked back at him over her left and asked, "Like, you wanna go for a ride, er some junk?" With a loud, "ZOW!!" Plucky crossed the three feet between him and Shirley so fast as to create enough of a wake to splash everyone on the side of the pool, and then he leapt up onto her back, very much wanting to take the ride she was offering him. Reaching around her torso, Plucky's hands instantly found Shirley's breasts, and she cooed in delight as she began to slowly propel herself around in a tight circle. Feeling the motion that Shirley was creating as she paddled them around, Plucky slipped his waist below the water and after probing around for only a few seconds, he found what he was searching for and slipped his duckhood up into her loonacy with gentle care, not wanting to lose control too quickly. Shirley smiled when she felt him enter her, and as a gentle pumping motion started to bring her great pleasure, she paddled through the water a little faster, knowing that sooner or later, it was going to happen. "Oh, Shirl..." muttered Plucky as he slowly began to buck her faster and faster. His grip on her boobs tightened for just a moment before it began to noticeably loosen. "Like, this is it, er some junk," thought Shirley as she quickly paddled over to the pools edge as Plucky started to hump her faster and harder with every thrust. "Like, naghh..." she cried out with delight by the time she had reached the pools edge and reached out to grab it with her hands. By now, Plucky had lost all control of himself, he was humping Shirley as intensely as he could, but it still wasn't enough. He was not getting the kind of pleasure he wanted, and he was convinced that he was therefore not pleasuring her as much as he should either. This left him with no alternative. Letting go of Shirley's bosom entirely, he began to furiously flap his wings, driving himself up into with even more force, greater penetration, and a heightened sense of pleasure that was obtainable no other way. Shirley's mouth fell open in an inaudible gasp of ecstasy. The feel of Plucky so deeply inside of her with so much force and rigor was incredible. She wanted to feel his love for her surging into her body, and she wanted to convulse with delight in return as she gripped the pools edge even harder to prevent the forceful flapping of Plucky's wings from carrying them up out of the water, and thus lessening the delight that they were sharing. The two went on like this for a surprisingly long time. The unique positioning and tequnique of this method of lovemaking for waterfowl both intensified and prolonged the pleasure that they got from it while at the same time getting their bodies into perfect synchronization. Even so, even the greatest of delights have their limits, and the body craves release, and demands ultimate enjoyment, and it was no different for a silly green Duck with an ego the size of Cleveland, or for a white feathered Loon (who at least *looked* a lot like a toon duck) with more past lives than she could count. With a final *QUACK!* of delight, Plucky and Shirley both experienced a senses shattering orgasm. Shirley's elbows gave out as Plucky's final thrust mushed her up against the wall of the pool as their bodies shared the greatest form of waterfowl love. Gasping for breath with an intensity that only comes from making love in this fashion, Shirley gently pushed back from pool wall, and almost immediately, Plucky's hands slid down to caress her boobs ever so gently. "I love you, Shirl," he whispered in her ear as he slowly slipped out of her. "Like, I love you too, Plucky," she said as he rolled off his back. Once he was clear, she spun around to face him, and "standing" up straight in the water, the hugged each other tightly for a tender kiss. Breaking apart just as they sank beneath the water, the pair resurfaced and sighed heavily. "That was great, Shirl," said Plucky with affection. "Totally," she agreed. "Come on, it's time to go." Without any argument, Plucky swam by her side back to the shallow end of the pool. They climbed up out of it before walking hand in hand back to the locker rooms. "See you soon," said Shirley as she leaned over to give him a peck of kiss before heading for the girls one. "I'm counting on it," said Plucky as he headed for his own. Just a few minutes later, Plucky and Shirley, both dry and fully clothed once more, remet outside the front entrance to the pool area. "That was fun," said Plucky as he took her hand and they left the area behind. "It totally was," Shirley agreed. "We, like, gotta do that more often, er some junk."
"Well would you look at this," said Monty as he eyed what was in front of them. "A mud bog." "I wonder if the Piggy-wiggily and the Stinky-kitty were here," said Elmyra thoughtfully as she looked at the bog. "I dunno," said Monty as he sniffed the air. "I don't smell anything." "Me either," said Elmyra with a nod. Then, scuffing her shoe on the ground, she asked, "So, you wanna wrestle?" "Heh heh heh, I thought you'd never ask!" admitted Monty with a grin. Helping each other hastily out of their clothes, Monty and Elmyra were soon naked, and without any special fanfare, slogged into the mudbog, intending on having some very naughty fun with each other in it. "Gotcha!" cried Monty as he grabbed Elmyra from behind, causing her to lose her balance and both of them tumbled forward into the bog. "Hey, what gives?" asked Monty with confusion almost immediately as he wiped his eyes clear and found himself reflexively licking his lips. "Fudge?" "Yeah," agreed Elmrya as she turned over to sit more comfortably. She leaned back on her hands and lifted her knees up above the surface. "It tastes like fudge." "This is too weird," said Monty as he picked up a clump of mud and packed it into a ball. "It looks like mud, feels like mud, sticks like mud, dries like mud," he added as he pointed with his chin at the spot on Elmyra's shoulder that was starting to do just that, "cakes like mud," and he gently threw the mudball in his hand at Elmyra, impacting perfectly on her left tit with a satisfying *splat*, "and it even splatters like mud. But it tastes life fudge." "Hee hee hee," said Elmyra as she shifted around to sit on her thigh, "it sure does," she said with enthusiasm as he lifted her hands up put out of the mud and flung them at Monty, causing one line of the stuff to splatter across his face, and the other across his chest. "Now, that," said Monty with determination, "means war!" Laughing uncontrollably, Monty and Elmyra proceeded to throw globs of fudgey tasting mud at one another. It wasn't long before they were both a sloppy mess, but neither of them seemed to mind. "Ah, enough of this!" said Monty after a few seconds, and he lunged for her. "Whoop!" said Elmyra as Monty grabbed her ankles and got rapidly up on his knees. Sliding forward, he propped Elmyra's knees up on his shoulders before grabbing her waist and she asked him, "Gee, Monty, what are you doing?" as she let her head pillow on the mud and her arms sink down into it. "As if you didn't know," said Monty quietly as he stared at the mud fudge covered area of Elmyra's body that was right in front of him. "Go for it, Poppa," Elmyra urged him. And he did. Elmyra gasped as she felt Monty's lips come into contact with her vagina, and she sundered with excitement as she felt him began to probe her there with his tongue. "Mmmm...." murmered Monty as he did this. "Chocolate covered pussy..." Elmyra giggled when Monty said that, and she pushed herself up on her elbows to press herself more firmly against his mouth. Monty found what he was doing to be ridiculously fun. Elmyra always tasted good to him, but the fudge flavored mud, which he suspected wasn't really "mud" at all, added a fun extra dimension to what he was doing to her. By the time he had licked her little tuft of red hair, her inner thighs, and everything else in that area clean of the stuff, Elmyra was quivering with delight, clearly just shy of her climax. "You ready?" he asked her, keeping his lips brushed against her. "Uh huh!" she managed to squeak. "Good..." said Monty, and closed his mouth on her once more as he plunged his tongue deeply inside of her. "MONTY!" Elmyra cried with sudden delight as her body shuddered under her orgasm. Monty could tell what was happening to Elmyra, and he also knew when it was over. As he felt her relax, he slid her knees off his shoulders, letting her fall back down into the mud with a sloppy "SPLAT!!" "Gee, Monty," said Elmyra as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, "you're all dried up!" "Of all the things to say," said Monty with a grin as he looked down to see that the mud coating on the front of his body was indeed drying out. "Squirt on me," she said simply as she lay in front of him without moving. Monty looked down at Elmyra and smiled. Her belly was just about level with the mud she was laying in, and her boobs poked proudly up out of it. She had placed her hands behind her head to prop it up a little, and as he watched, her left knee broke the surface. "Well," she asked him. "Heh heh, why not?" asked Monty as he dipped his hand in the mud before grabbing himself and starting to masturbate. "That's it, Monty," said Elmyra as she watched his hand sliding over his erection. "Keep going." Monty felt a little odd. While using his own hand was nowhere near as much fun as doing something to, or having something done by Elmyra, the fact that she was laying in front of him and urging him on was rather exciting to him. "Don't worry," he told her. "I will." "I know," said Elmyra as she continued to watch. "Here it comes," Monty suddenly warned. "I'm waiting." "Uh huh, yeah..." Monty gasped as he stoked himself faster. "I wanna taste it!" Elmyra told him. Monty's only response was to lean forward onto his other hand, bringing what was in his other one only inches away from Elmyra's face. Then, with a final grunt of "Arrrgghhh...." he began to give Elmyra just what she wanted, squirting his pleasure on her face as he tried to point the flow into her open mouth. As a couple of the spurts managed to land on her tongue, Elmyra grinned at the fudge tinted taste of it even as she watched it spurting right at her. She didn't get much of it into her mouth of course, but she was laughing with happiness the whole time even as Monty's expression screwed itself into one of heightened concentration. "Oof!" he said as he spurted his last and let go of himself. "So is that what you wanted?" he asked her as he reached his now free hand to wipe some of his spooge off of her face. "Uh hummm..." she said with a nod as he slipped those fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. The two of them just looked at each other for a long moment before Monty finally pulled his finger out of Elmyra's mouth. Lowering himself to lay down on top of her, Monty said, "I love you." "Hee hee.. I know," said Elmyra with a grin. "Oh you are nuts, toots," said Monty as he lowered his mouth to hers. "I work on it," she admitted as he raised his head once more. Not quite sure of what to make of that admission, Monty simply stood up and extended her his hand. "Let's go," said Monty as he helped her up. The couple turned then to walk out of the mud, but they saw Gogo standing on the dry ground, dressed as a policeman, and holding their clothes in his hands. "Not so fast!" he told them as he held up his hand. "You aren't leaving here until you've completed this areas requirements." "Oh great," muttered Monty as he saw the crazy bird with there stuff. "And just what is that?" he demanded. "You gotta figure that out for yourself," said Gogo. "You'll get these back when you've figured it out!" With that, he climbed onto an invisible motorcycle and rode slowly away. "Oh phoo!" said Elmyra with disappointment. "We're stuck here!" "Looks that way," agreed Monty with chagrin. "At least until we figure out what we have to do to get away." "Uh huh," said Elmyra with a nod. Then, giving his hand a quick squeeze, she said, "Well, we better get started on figuring it out. "Yeah," agreed Monty as he turned and leaned over to suck on her left breast, "I guess we should.
"This is getting monotonous," said Babs as she and Buster continued to hop along. "Mazes can be that way, Babs," said Buster. "All we can do it keep going." "Yeah, I guess so." "I wonder where everyone else is?" "Who cares?" asked Babs. "All we gotta do is get to the finish before Monty and Elmyra." "Well, yeah, but I was just wondering how the others were doing." "And why is that?" asked Babs slyly. "You hoping to have another foursome perhaps?" "No!" said Buster without any hesitation, and he meant it. "I was just wondering where they all are." "Okay, okay," said Babs with a smile. "I was just teasing you." "Right, Babs," said Buster dryly. "Whatever you say." "I just can't help myself," said Babs with a giggle, and they continued on their way.
Moving fast, Plucky and Shirley were making rapid progress. By keeping the pace steady, and always taking what seemed to be a pathway of the same width whenever they had a choice, (instead of always taking the biggest one) they had inadvertently stumbled upon the quickest route through the maze. Taking a sharp left turn, they came upon the convergence of several paths a few yards from a tall wooden footbridge. "Like, is that on the map, Plucky?" "Lemme check," said Plucky as he pulled it out. "Yeah," he said after a moment, "here it is. Doesn't look like anything special, but it is close to the finish." "Kewl! Let's go." As they crossed the bride, they saw that it crossed over a large mudbog. "Eww, gross!" said Plucky suddenly as they made their way across it. "What?" asked Shirley. "It's just like, mud, er some junk." "No, not the bog, what's in it," said Plucky as he pointed to something on its edge. Shirley looked over where Plucky had indicated to see Monty laying on top of Elmyra, both were naked, and they were obviously making love to one another. "Like, I totally didn't need to see that." agreed Shirley when she saw it. "Let's just go," said Plucky, and they hurried over the bridge, leaving the disturbing site behind.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" cried Monty as he slammed into Elmyra one final time. "OOooOOoooOOooOOOooOOOoooooo!" replied Elmyra as she trembled with delight and hugged Monty to her. Rolling off of his girlfriend, Monty struggled to sit up in the mud. Looking around the edges of the bog he said, "Stupid bird still hasn't brought our stuff back." "Oh well," said Elmyra as she too sat up. "There's still more things we can try." Shifting her position to be in front of Monty, she noisily slurped him into her mouth. "Oh yeah," agreed Monty as she did so. "I guess there is."
"Let's go this way," suggested Buster. "No, that way," countered Babs. "You've made the last seven choices," protested Buster. "We don't seem to be getting anyplace." "You don't know that." "We haven't found the finish," said Buster, ticking his points off on his fingers. "We haven't seen any special areas since leaving the pool. We haven't seen anyone else since Monty and Elmyra. We haven't even seen any of the moving obstacles or any of the traps we know are between the pool and the end of the maze. Face it, Babs, we're getting no place fast." "All right, fine," said Babs with resignation. "We'll try your way. What have we got to lose?" "Just five hundred dollars," said Buster matter of factly. "Oh come on," said Babs as she rolled her eyes skyward, and headed down the path that she had originally wanted to take.
Plucky and Shirley exited the maze to see Hamton draped over Fifi's lap as she spanked him. "Oh, hello, Plooky, Shairlee," said Fifi as she took a break from swatting Hamton's behind. "Hey, Feef," said Shirley with a smile. "Like don't stop on our account, er some junk." "Oh, eet eez okay," said Fifi with a smile as she brushed her hands across the seat of Hamton's black trousers. "Ah was joost aboot doone anyway. Vous can stand oop now, Hamtone." Hamton slowly stood up and immediately began to rub his behind. "Hi, guys," he said sheepishly, feeling very embarrassed. Shirley was puzzled by this, "Like, you think your done? You haven't even like, got totally started yet." "That's what you think!" said Hamton as he continued to rub his behind. "What do vous mean?" asked Fifi with confusion. "Well, for starters... Ah, it's easier to demonstrate. C'mere, Plucky, let's show them how it's done." Before Plucky could respond, let along protest, Shirley was sitting on another rock across from Fifi and was hauling Plucky over her knee. "Now to begin with, you didn't even pull down his pants," said Shirley as she did just that to Plucky's. "You totally gotta spank his butt bare. Otherwise, it totally doesn't count." "Ah see..." said Fifi slowly. "Hamtone," she commanded slowly. "Take down your trousers!" "Oh come on, Shirl!" Plucky tried to protest. "This is..." "Quiet you!" snapped Shirley as she gave his fanny a sharp slap. "Yes, ma'am," said Plucky quietly, and he resigned himself to his fate. "Fifi?" asked Hamton with surprise. "Do eet!" she repeated, "or Ah shall use zee strap on vous when we get home." "Gulp!" said Hamton as he slowly unbuttoned his pants. "Okay," he said as he let them drop to his ankles. Seeing his fully erect pighood, and the lack on any spoogy mess in his pants, Shirley then said, "And there's your second mistake. You stopped way to soon." "Pardone moi?" "You'll see," said Shirley with a smile. "Pull him over your lap." Fifi did as Shirley told her, and once Hamton was securely in place over her knee, Shirley said, "Okay, NOW you are ready to start spanking him, like so." "Yehahahahah!" cried Plucky as Shirley did just that. "Oh, Ah see," said Fifi, and she started to spank Hamton once more. Soon, Plucky's behind was starting to redden from Shirley's swats. Hamton's was already slightly tinged from what had happened before, but now the color was deepening, becoming more intense from the slaps finally landing on his bare posterior. "Okay now," said Shirley without breaking the rhythm of her swats on Plucky's behind, this is what you were doing before, and what you're doing now. This is all fine and good, but you'll never get any results this way." "Ah do not oonderstand," said Fifi even as she continued to give Hamton his spanking. "Me either!" complained Hamton loudly. "Hamtone..." Fifi warned him sternly, and he held his tongue. "Okay, like, you feel his erection on your thigh, er some junk?" "Uh, oui." "Is he like, squirming on it?" "A leetle." "Kay, here's what you gotta do. Like, figure out his squirming, and start timing your swats to them." To demonstrate her point, Shirley slackened off her swats a little and after just few more, it was clear to Fifi that she had gotten the pace right, and every time her hand landed on Plucky's bottom, it corresponded to him humping her leg just a little. "Okay," said Fifi with a look of concentration, "Ah wheel try." It took her a little longer than Shirley, but soon, Fifi had the rhythm right, and Fifi had her slaps in perfect synchronization to Hamton's humping of her thigh. "Good," said Shirley when she saw it. "Now, like, you may have noticed, that, like, he's not just squirming anymore. Rather, he's like, instead, totally doing your leg as you spank him, er some junk. Now, watch this." Fifi's eyes widened as Shirley started to spank Plucky a little harder and faster, and they intensity with which he gyrated against her thigh changed accordingly. Then she slowed down, and so did Plucky. "Like, see," she said with a grin. "You've got, like, total control now. Mondo cool, eh?" "Zat eez, tres neefty!" said Ffi with surprise as she tried to see if she could control Hamton's movements like Shirley had controlled Plucky's. "Oh la la!" she cried when she realized that she could. "Zees eez foon!" "Totally," agreed Shirley as they both continued to spank their boyfriends. Plucky felt like he was going to explode. Shirley was clearly giving "tips" to Fifi on how to spank a boy, and it was driving him mad. For one thing, she was prolonging his spanking quite a bit for the demonstration, and while he didn't mind that too much, the fact that he was so close to an orgasm but not being allowed to have one was starting to frustrate him greatly. With a growing need, and feeling very embarrassed by it, Plucky took a deep breath and muttered, "Harder, Shirl." Shirley smiled when she heard that. "Like, I've got him," she explained to Fifi. "He wants it, and he wants it now. So, I'll give it to him." "Wants what?" asked Fifi. "This," said Shirley simply, and she started to spank Plucky so fast that her hand was just a white blur. "Yaaaahh!!" cried Plucky in response as he ground himself on Shirley's thigh that much more intensely. "Oh eez zat all?" asked Fifi and she started to spank Hamton just as hard. "Owwwwwwww!" cried Hamton with dismay to this development. But, in spite of the soreness in his butt, he couldn't help but be very surprised by how much he was enjoying himself. "How long do we keep zees oop?" asked Fifi. "Until they..." "SHHHIIIIRLLL!!!!!" cried Plucky suddenly as he went rigid on Shirley's lap, who immediately stopped spanking him with a knowing smile. Fifi was about ask Shirley why she stopped when Hamton suddenly called out, "Fiiiifiiii..." and she felt an unmistakable sticky wetness spreading on her thighs. "Hamtone!" she cried with surprise, "vous are cooming?" "Ooohhhh...." was the only response Hamton made as he continued to writhe on Fifi's lap. "THAT, is what you are working for," said Shirley with a knowing smile. Plucky slowly rolled off of Shirley's lap rubbing his behind as he stood up. "You're gonna get it," he warned her in matter of fact tones. "Like, I am totally looking forward to it," she said as she stood up. Then, looking down at the mess on her outfit, she added, "Like, eww... This is totally why I don't like to wear pants, er some junk. Fifi looked over to see the mess that Plucky had made on Shirley's, which were really her, pants. "Oh mah..." she said when she saw it, knowing what was going to happen when she stood up. "Oh Fifi..." said Hamton then in a dreamy voice as he finally spurted his last. "Stand oop, Hamton." she said quietly. Once Hamton was clear of Fifi's lap, she slowly stood up. "Sorry aboot zee mess, Shiarlee," she said with a shrug as the pointed to copious amount of piggy passion that was on her dress, which was really Shirley's. "Like, don't worry about it," said Shirley with a smile. "Like you told you before, it'll totally come out, er some junk." "Zat eez troo," said Fifi with a simple nod. "Okay, now comes the fun part," said Shirley then. "What eez zat?" "Like, cleaning up the mess," said Shirley simply. "Oh la la, zees should be foon."
Elmyra pushed Monty's erection out of her mouth as she swallowed the last spurtings of his pleasure. "Interesting flavor combination," she said as Monty fell onto his back with a contented sigh. "Yeah, whatever," said Monty as he stared lazily up at the sky. "Did that dippy bird bring our stuff back?" Elmyra quickly looked over to the to where he would have had to have done so. "Nope," she said with a shrug. "I guess we gotta do it again." "I guess so," agreed Monty. He looked at up at Elmyra then and admired the look of her mud soaked frame. Sitting up, he closed his hand around the mud and flicked it at her before asking, "Got any ideas?" "Maybe," she laughed as she splashed her hand on the mud, splattering it on his chest. "Me too!" he said as he suddenly lunged for her. "Too slow, Monty," she cried as she sprang aside at the last second, leaving Monty to splat face down in the goo. Monty labored to do a push up to get himself up out of the mess. Then, climbing to his feet, he shook the excess mud off of them before wiping his face as best he could. "Where'd you go?" asked as he tried to clear his vision. "Behind you!" Elmyra called as she tossed a mudball to splat squarely on Monty's buttocks. Monty turned to see Elmyra standing not far from him, a thin line of mud dripping from her left nipple all the way to the ground. "Wish I had some milk to go with all this fudge," he murmered as slogged towards her. Seeing Monty advance, Elmyra saw her chance, and promptly took it. "Here I come, Monty-head!" she suddenly shouted before she lunged forward to meet him. Leaping into the air, she cried, "Catch me!" "Hey, what!?! OOOFFF!!!" cried Monty as Elmyra crashed into his chest and he fell backwards in a heap. The next thing that Monty knew, he was lying on his on his back, propped up on his elbows to keep his head above the mud with Elmyra sitting astride him impaled on his erection. "Now this, I like," he said as he admired the site of her sitting on him. "You'll like this more," said Elmyra as she started to bounce on him vigorously. Of course, Monty did like what Elmyra was doing. Her pace was frenzied and energetic, and it was clear to him that she was eager to come as quickly as possible. "Oh, Monty," she cried, "I'm gonna *squueeeeeze* yoooooouuuuuu...." she drawled as she suddenly stopped her bouncing. "Eh?" asked Monty as he looked up at her with confusion. "Just a minute," she said softly as her eyes closed in concentration. The tip of her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth, and after reflexively licking her lips because of the fudge flavor, she did something most unexpected. "OOrrrrkk!" cried Monty in amazement at what she had done. To the casual observer, nothing had happened. Elmyra had not moved. Well, she had not moved visibly. Invisibly was another matter entirely. With careful movements, Elmyra had begun to contract the internal muscles of her vagina to squeeze Monty inside of her. "You like that?" she asked as she worked at getting a rhythm going. "You, urk, know I... I... ollll.... do," Monty managed to gasp out. "Uhhmmmmm..." was Elmyra's only further comment as she enjoyed what she was doing just as much as Monty was. Working herself internally, Elmyra brought both of them to the brink, then, just before she herself tumbled over it, she squeezed herself even tighter, locking herself on the edge even as she worked hard to bring Monty there as well. Not entirely sure of what she was doing to him, but enjoying it completely, Monty gasped with undeniable delight as the sensation of Elmyra undulating her insides on him had him hissing through his teeth in anticipation of what he knew what going to soon happen. He tried to push himself to make it happen, but Elmyra's internal grip was so firm that he really couldn't do anything other than enjoy what she was doing to him as the pressure in his groin slowly built up to the boiling point. Elmyra knew that she was steadily bringing Monty to the point of release, even as she denied it to herself. Then, Monty suddenly groaned with delight and she could feel his erection spasming with delight as his head lolled backwards into the mud. She felt no internal splash though accompanying those spasms. She was squeezing him *so* hard that his delight could not flow out of him! She looked down to see him shuddering beneath her, as he held his breath from the delight he was experiencing. Then, as he suddenly exhaled loudly, she knew she didn't need to hold on any longer. She relaxed completely, as soon as she did so, all of Monty's damned up delight suddenly surged into her as she vibrated with an intense climax. "Monty..." she gasped in a barely audible whisper as he pleasure took her senses away from her. As her delight faded, Elmyra saw that she had fallen forward onto hands, dropping her left boob into Monty's eager mouth. "Why, Monty," she said coyly as she fidgeted on his still inside of her member, "you do that so well." "So do you," Monty replied as he dropped his head back away from her chest. "MMmmm," she cooed as she lifted herself up off of him. "Oh darn," she said then as she opened her eyes." "What's the matter." "Gogo still hasn't come back." "Oh come on," said Monty. "We're running out of things to do!"
Buster and Babs emerged from the maze to the picnic area at the finish line to find four of their friends already there. Plucky, Shirley, Hamton and Fifi were all there, all four of them were naked, (although Fifi was wearing a tail condom), their recently washed clothing hanging on a clothesline to dry, and the girls were both bent over a split rail fence as their boyfriends whipped their bottoms with what were clearly freshly cut switches. Both of the bunnies were shocked by the site, but before either of them could say a word both of the girls called out their boyfriend's names as they writhed with not pain from the switch, but obvious pleasure. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," said Buster as he pulled his erection out of his pouch and began to gently stroke himself. "Forget it, Buster. There is no way I am going over that fence for you!" Babs tone was final, but there was hint of a smile on her face as she said it. "Oh, like, hi, Babs," said Shirley as she came down off her high. Reaching behind herself to rub her bottom, she glanced down at Buster and said, "Looks like Blueboy needs some attention, er some junk." "Yeah, I guess so," said Babs as she batted his hand away and replaced it with her own. "I'll take care of him." "Of course vous wheel," said Fifi as she too stood up and began to massage her posterior. "Eet eez only natural." "Natural smatural," said Plucky then with irritation. "Buster's not the only one who needs attention here, Shirl. Now I *suggest* you give *me* some, or I'm gonna put you back over the fence!" Shirley turned to face Plucky. She looked back and forth from his erection to the fence as she pondered what her desicion would be. "Like, there's always later, er some junk," she murmered as she walked over to him. As soon as she was close enough, Plucky dropped his switch and folded her into his arms for an intensely deep kiss. "Excuse moi," said Fifi then. "Ah need to change zees," she said somewhat embarrassedly as she pointed to her tail condom. "Hurry back, Fifi," said Hamton to her as he absentmindedly stroked his own erection. Babs observed that for a moment before turning to Buster, mashing her lips to his own and saying urgently, "Fuck me!" "Sure, Babs," said Buster with a smile. "But you gotta take off your clothes first." Babs immediately went into a spin change, emerging from it in all her naked glory. "Well?" she asked. "Better," said Buster with a smile as he pulled off his shirt and tossed his gloves aside. It was then that Fifi returned, wearing a fresh tail condom. "Oh, Hamton," she called, "Ah am ready again!" "Okay, Fifi," said Hamton as he walked over to her. Buster led Babs over to the rock that Shirley had been sitting on earlier and sat himself down upon it. "Have a seat, Babsie," he said as he grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed it at her. "You're on!" said Babs with enthusiasm as she hunkered down onto Busters lap, wrapping her legs around his waist as he maneuvered himself up into her. "Turn around, Shirl," said Plucky as he released her from her arms. "Kay," she said as she did so. "Now what?" "Grab your ankles." "Like this, er some junk," she asked as she did so. "Perfect," said Plucky as he squatted down behind her. Positioning himself for proper entry, he quickly straightened his legs, slipping himself fully up into her femininity. "Ah, Hamtone," said Fifi as she and Hamton lay on their sides on a spread out blanket. "Zees eez tres comfortable." "So's this," said Hamton with a smile as he maneuvered himself into her. "Oh, ah do *so* agree!" As the three couples made love, Gogo finally returned to the picnic area with Sphynxy. "Well, things are going fine here," he said to her. "I better go check on the last two." "Be careful," she warned him. "They can be weird." "I know," said Gogo as he twisted his head around. "That's why I like 'em!"
"So what *are* we supposed to do now?" asked Monty as he stood next to Elmyra, both of their bodies dripping with fudge flavored mud. "Well," said Elmyra slowly. "There is *one* thing we haven't done here yet." Monty looked at her inquisitively for a second before a thought occurred to him. "You mean?" he asked tentatively. "I think so," said Elmyra with a nod, and turning around she dropped down onto her hands and knees and wiggled her butt at him invitingly. "I'll never argue with that," said Monty with a grin as he knelt down behind her. "Tee hee hee, I know," she said sultrily as she looked back over her shoulder at him. Monty leaned forward to quickly kiss her then before asking, "You ready?" Elmyra only nodded. "Well then here I go," said Monty, and with the utmost care, he pressed himself into Elmyra's behind. "Ohhhhh....." Elmyra moaned as she felt Monty sliding slowly into her. "Yeah," agreed Monty as he worked his way in. "Lmnnnng..." was the only sound that escaped from Elmyra's throat as he elbows gave out and she sank down onto her forearms as Monty began to gently slide himself back and forth as smoothly as he could. Her eyes screwed shut as she allowed herself to just feel Monty being inside her bottom while at the same time her nipples were just barely making contact with the surface of the mud, adding a nice tickle sensation to them. Plus the fragrance of fudge in her nostrils was making her hungry for it, so, having no other way to satisfy *that* craving, she managed to raise her hand up out of the mud so she could suck some flavor off her fingers. Monty made no comment as he continued to grind away at Elmyra. He merely grunted as he moved forward and gasped as he moved back, all the while running his hands up and down her spine, somewhat intrigued by how slippery her back felt because of the mud. Still, it was not her back that he was giving most of his attention too. As he looked down and watched himself disappearing up into Elmrya's posterior, he found himself realizing just how much he liked that part of her anatomy. She'd been flashing it, albeit concealed by her panties, at him for years before he realized that he loved her, and giving her a spanking had been the first erotic thing they had done together when he had finally had enough of her getting scuff marks on the carpet in his office. And then there was what he was doing to it right now. They didn't do this often, preferring to save it for something special, but when they did, he always enjoyed it, and this time was no exception. As a grin formed on his face and he thought about these things, he began to go just a little faster, and to enjoy himself even more. Elmyra's reaction to Monty's quickening of the pace was predictable. With moans of delight, she hunkered back to him, putting a little more force into what was going on back there, causing her to enjoy it even more. Soon she was rocking back and forth in perfect countertime to Monty's thrusts, and their pace quickened even more. "Oh yeah," grunted Monty when he realized that he and Elmyra had gotten into sync. "That's what I like!" With that, Monty finally went at her full bore. Elmyra squealed with delight as he took it up to full intensity, and she steeled herself for what she knew was now not going to be far off. She could feel the anticipation growing in her whole body for the delight she was about to experience. "So.. c-close..." he muttered softly. Suddenly, all of Elmyra's insides clenched tightly, making it impossible for Monty to move! "Urk!" he cried as he felt the intense pressure on himself that this created. "OOHH!!!!" cried Elmyra then as her body relaxed an instant later, and with it came a delicious orgasm than that had her shivering with profound delight. "Ahhhhhh...." sighed Monty with relief as the grip on him slacked off, and in response he shot his own pleasure up into her as he rammed himself forward one final time. "Wow, Monty," said Elmyra as took a deep breath to steady herself in the aftermath of what they had just done. "That was a big one!" "It was fun," he agreed as he slowly pulled himself out of her behind. "Oh phooey," said Elmyra as she felt him leave her. "I was just getting used to it!" "Heh heh heh," said Monty as he plopped down into the mud next to her. "I can always put it back later. "Promise?" she asked him as she rolled onto her side and slithered over to him. "Anytime, toots," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "Anytime," and then he kissed her. The pleasantness of having their lips meet however was interrupted almost right away by the sound of applause coming from the edge of the mud bog. "Bravo!" said Gogo, who was standing there next to a brand new looking shower facility. "Well done! You have solved the puzzle of the mud bog!" "Does that mean we can leave now?" asked Elmyra as she stood up. "That it does!" said Gogo as indicated a portable closet that had their clothing hanging in it, all of which had been neatly drycleaned and pressed. "Just get cleaned up, and get going!" "Well it's about time," muttered Monty as he too stood up. Taking Elmyra by the hand, the couple slowly slogged there way out of the mud as it slowly oozed down their bodies. "Not that I minded what we did her," he added so that only she could hear. "That it is!" agreed Gogo. "It's time for me to go find Sphynxy again! I've got a problem. See!" Gogo suddenly pulled his erection out his pouch. "Oh my!" said Elmyra in surprise when she saw it. "Get outta here, you crazy bird!" barked Monty as he turned his head away in a shiver. "No pity," cried Gogo in dispare. "What's a dodo to do?" and he hurried away in search of his friend. "Gee, Monty," asked Elmyra when he had gone. "Have you ever had a big pimple like that on your..." "No!" said Monty cutting her off. "I haven't!" "I wonder if he'll get Sphynxy to squeeze it?" she wondered aloud as she watched where he had gone." "I really don't care," said Monty as they reached the edge of the mud. "Come on, we've been here way too long. I wanna get moving as quick as we can." "Okay, Monty-head," said Elmyra as they stepped under the shower head and she turned on the water. "But that means we don't get to play in the shower." "We'll do that tomorrow morning," he said simply. "OOooOOoo! Your place or mine?" "We'll see," said Monty as he reached for the soap. Since they didn't wash each other, it only took them a few minutes to clean themselves up, but even though they never touched each other, they could not deny their reality. Monty never took his eyes off of Elmyra as she washed, dried and pulled on her clothing. Bu the time her Rich Boy's Fantasy underwear was hidden under his tux again, his erection was doing its best to lift up the front of Elmyra's dress that he still had to wear. "Tee hee hee," giggled Elmyra as she looked at his obvious arousal, but she said nothing more. "Yeah, right, come on," he replied as he took her by the hand. "Let's go!"
"Oh crap!" said Monty as he and Elmyra finally reached the finish area. "We... we lost..." said Elmyra slowly when she saw that all of the others were already there waiting for them. Buster, Babs, Plucky, Shirley, Hamton and Fifi were all laying on their stomachs on the spread out picnic blanket with their chins resting in their hands as they watched Sphynxy sitting in front of Gogo, teasing him by running her finger around a giant pimple on the tip of his erection, but doing nothing to alleviate the problems it was causing him. They were all naked, (except for Fifi's again fresh tail condom) and Elmyra could not help but notice the signs of the recent spankings that Plucky, Shirley, Hamton and Fifi had given to each other. "Oh, good," said Sphynxy when she saw Monty and Elmyra arrive. "You're finally here." As the others turned to see who had arrived, Shirley and Plucky burst out laughing. "Oh, Monty!" said Plucky with a guffaw, "that look is *so* you!" "Like, nice legs, Monty," added Shirley with a grin of her own." "Shairlee!" said Fifi with a mock note of criticism. "Don't be so hard on zhem! How would vous laik eet eef vous had wound oop wearing Plooky's leasure suit?" "Like, hmmm...." said Shirley as she imagined what Plucky would likely to have been wearing if that had happened. "Well, maybe it wouldn't a been so bad, er some junk." "Speak for yourself," said Plucky as he produced a pin to burst her thought bubble. "Well, Monty," said Buster as he stood up, making no attempt conceal his erection. "I think you owe me some money." "Grrrr..." said Monty as he fought to keep his anger, frustration, and embarrassment under control. "Here," he said as he pulled out a wad of cash and gave it to Buster. "Thanks, Monty old pal," said Buster as he counted out the money and returned to his place at Babs side. "Well now that that's taken care of," said Sphynxy, would the two of you care to join us?" "Eh why not?" said Monty as they started over to the others. "Not so fast," said Sphynxy. Pointing at the others, she said simply, "Strip!" "WHAT?" demanded Monty. "Bonus round," explained Sphynxy. "If you wanna play, you gotta be naked first. "Come on, Monty," said Elmyra as she started to remove her clothing. "Maybe it'll be fun!" "Eh, all right," he murmered as he quickly undressed. There were a few more giggles of amusement when the others saw what Monty had on under Elmyra's dress, and the boys couldn't help but be amused by Elmyra's undergarments, but none of them said anything. Soon, Monty and Elmyra were just as naked, and truth be told, aroused, as the other six contestants were, as they took their places on the end of the line of toons watching Gogo and Sphynxy. "Okay, everyone ready?" asked Sphynxy then as she again gripped Gogo's erection quite tightly, causing the pimple on the end of his shaft to bulge out a little. When everyone nodded, she said simply, "Watch!" and she carefully pinched the zit with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. Instantly, the thing exploded, spewing its contexts all over her, of which there were quite alot. More than was to found in a male toon pigs ejaculation, in fact. Gogo screamed with relief as the pimple burst out on Sphynxy, who laughed and smiled as she was soaked by its contents. At first, the spectators were a little grossed out by this spectacle, but then an unmistakable aroma came to their noses. Apparently, the "pimple" that Sphynxy had taken care of for Gogo was not a typical one. The white substance of its core was not pimple juice at all, it was spooge! "We call this, 'The Wacky Blemish," said Sphynxy with a smile. "And it sure is fun!" "You can say that again," said Gogo, who was eyeing Sphynxy hungrily as he pointed his erection at her, all traces of the massive pimple long gone. "And now I'm gonna have some more!" "Ta ta, folks," said Sphynxy then as she playfully ran away. "See you all next time. Oh, and girls, turn your boys over for a surprise!" And with that, she ran off into Wackyland, with Gogo following close behind. "Now what did she mean by that?" asked Babs as she turned Buster over. "OH!" she added once he was on his back. Shirley, Fifi and Elmyra all did the same as they turned over their boyfriends. Each of the them had a prominent Wacky Blemish on the ends of their erections that was in clear need of attention. "Well," said Babs as she traced her finger around it. "This should be interesting." Buster clenched his teeth and curled his toes as Babs said that, but nothing more. "Totally," agreed Shirley as she bent down to kiss the one on Plucky's shaft. "Mooaaannn..." was all Plucky could say. "Zees eez tres grande!" concurred Fifi she stroked Hamton's shaft, taking care not to touch the blemish. "Goodness!" said Elmyra as she wrapped her fingers gently around the tip of Monty's erection. "What a big boo boo! Hee hee hee." "Olff..." Monty said as he looked at her kneeling beside him. "What I wanna know is, how does this happen?" asked Babs as she pinched the blemish forcefully. SPLOOT!!" Buster grinned up at Babs, who was now covered with the spooge that had erupted from the blemish when she popped it. "Who cares?" he asked as he looked her over. "You look great." "It is totally a mystery," conceded Shirley, whose lips were still brushed on Plucky's blemish. Then, piercing it with the triangular tip of her tongue, she got a facefull of spooge for her trouble. "Like, how am I gonna get all of this out of my hair, er some junk," when the eruption stopped, and she realized just how much of it there had been. "Don't worry, Shirl," said Plucky with a smile. "We'll think of something." "Hmph," said Fifi as she continued to stroke Hamton vigorously. "Vous two obviously don't know what eet eez laik to get zee spoogy showair," she told them with feral grin. Letting go of Hamton then, she quickly sat astride him, trapping his erection between her thighs as it was pressed against her belly. "Zees eez always foon!" she proclaimed as she reached down to scratch the tip of the blemish. In an instant, it's contents spurged upwards to soak Fifi's chest and abdomen. "See what Ah mean?" she asked her friends. "I sure do!" said Hamton as he looked up at her messy front with a smile. Elmyra, who was still kneeling beside Monty, had other things on her mind. "What I wanna know," she said with disappointment, "is how come I'm the only one who didn't get a spanking in this crazy adventure?" Having nothing more to say, Elmrya proceed to SQUEEZE Monty's erection, and his blemish suddenly popped, gushing it's contents into her cleavage which Elmyra had pointed it at. "Don't worry, toots," said Monty as he looked the semen that was dribbling off her tits. "I'll give you one when we get home." With four toon girls covered with their boyfriends spooge, and their four boyfriends laying spent on the ground before them, a strange shadowy figure hid in the distance with a camera. "Now this," he said to himself as he snapped some photos, "should make for a nice bargaining chip." Smiling to himself, the mysterious figure melted back into the shadows, leaving the four couples to clean themselves off, get dressed, and head for home.
The End?
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Special thanks to A. Nony Mouse for some suggestions on how to make the beginning better, and a few other things as well.
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