The Tasmanian Trip
The Tasmanian Trip
By Otterwhiz
This is a dark little Looney tunes fanfic I wrote. It tells the story of Bugs and Lola on camping trip in Tasmania and the erotic tragedy that results. This is definitely not for kids and not for the weak of heart.
Lola Bunny gazed up at the trees above her head. She could hear the chirping of strange native birds and she sighed. It was nice to have gone on this trip to Tasmania. She had always wanted to see this special land and all of the unique natural wonders it provided. She heard her lover Bugs Bunny shuffle inside the tent behind her, still sleeping. It was just morning and it felt so nice outside that she decided to go for a walk in the woods around their campsite.
Lola sat down on a log in front of the fire pit and slipped her socks and hiking boots on her feet. Standing up, she stretched out her arms above her head, yawning, and then tied back her ears in a scrunchie. With that she took off down the path.
The short morning walk soon turned into a bit of an exploration. Lola had seen some beautiful scenery such as a rolling grass hill and a few colorful birds, and after encountering a little wallaby with a joey in its pouch, she was too eager for more to turn back just yet. Lola had always been a real lover of nature. She did not worry about Bugs not finding her when he wakes up, he could just wait. Bugs needed to understand that she was still independent and fully capable of taking care of herself. Besides, he would probably just sleep in as usual.
Just as Lola was rounding the bend, she caught sight of something move quickly through the bushes. She froze for a second and attempted to get a good look at it. Was it the mommy wallaby? The shape in the bushes moved on beyond her sight. Lola slowly walked further down the path to see if she could catch up with it. She was so involved in catching another glimpse of the cute little creature that she failed to notice the sounds from just over the bend until she was upon it in full view.
A waterfall!
The stream the path ran along was cascading down before her surrounded by verdant trees and a plethora of wild flowers in a grassy meadow. It was such a lovely sight that Lola completely forgot about the wallaby. She walked up into the field and sat down on a rock to better look upon the cascade. The pretty bunny stretched out on the large stone and turned her face up to the falls. The mist of it caressed her face while the midmorning sun warmed her fur at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling and Lola closed her eyes and reclined on the rock to enjoy it for a moment. What a wonderful trip this is! She spent several minutes with her eyes closed, feeing the sensation and listening to the music of the flowing currents.
Lola was almost in a sleeping state by the time she opened her eyes. The sound of the flowing water was beautiful, but the churning and splashing was starting to give her a powerful need to go pee. She stretched on the rock, mindful of her full bladder and stood up. She walked over towards the woods to see if she could find a more secluded spot to relieve herself, as if anyone would be out here in this wilderness! She soon found a nice spot behind a bush in the woods. It was private and spotted with nice white flowers that made a lovely perfume. Lola undid her button and slipped her capris and pink panties around her knees, squatting over in the grass. A nice sensation of relief filled her as she felt the yellow stream flow out of her. She continued on as the grass below her glistened more and more in the sunlight filtering through the trees.
A damp black nose turned up in the quiet forest air. There was a strong scent on the weak breeze, a rich and invigorating stench that made the creature's blood rush. Stealthily, it followed towards the source up near the waterfall. Keen ears soon overheard over the din of the stream the sound of flowing urine. Closer the beast moved, the coarse greasy hairs on its back rising with anticipation. More smells assaulted the powerful nose, delicious new smells it had never known before. Suddenly the sound stopped followed by one last gush. The lithe form of some strange new creature arose from the bushes, its face turned towards the clearing. A shuffle and the sound of fabric and the beautiful creature walked away. Silently, the beast paced up to the spot where it had been, sects more powerful with each pace until it was upon the spot. The beast plunged its snout among the glistening grass, the new stench of bunny urine making it shudder with adrenaline. Slowly it approached the edge of the woods and gazed out upon the new creature. Whatever it was, it was female. It's golden fur shined in the sunlight as it paced towards the rock by the falls. Such a new and beautiful animal! It must have it!
Lola looked at the rising sun and wondered about the time. It must be around eleven. Bugs will probably be awake and worried by now. The walk had been too long, but it was wonderful. Lola couldn't wait to show Bugs it. She imagined how romantic it would be just the two of them beside the falls at twilight... of swimming in the stream. She smiled with delight and walked off back down the path. Just as she entered the woods, she hears more rustling in the bushes ahead. The wallaby! Lola bent low and crept closer, she could even see a dark brown coat through the bush leaves. Closer she crept until she was only but a foot away, almost shaking with anticipation. Time suddenly stopped as she saw large yellow eyes looking back at her from the face of a big Tasmanian devil.
The next second went by with such a rush that Lola had no idea what had happened. All she saw was the swirl of the trees above her and the hard impact of the ground. Her senses all awry, she only felt herself roll over on her back, a crushing weight pinning her to the ground. What had happened? She finally came to the terrible realization of the situation she was in. Lola screamed in terror. The giant Tasmainan devil, more than half her height and twice her weight looked down with a wild look in its eye. The creatures weight made it impossible to move and it suddeny held her arms down with powerful force. Lola's legs kicked, doing no good. The beast proceeded to run its sniffing nose all across her body, its curiosity at a manic level. It took in all the wonderful scents, rabbit, female, sweat, fear... all so delicious. Lola continued screaming at the top of her voice for help, but she knew no one would be out here to hear her. Terrified and helpless, she stopped, trying her best to act calm. Hyperventilating, she hoped the beast would not be interested in an inactive prey. Carefully the animal explored her as she tried to think of what she could do. She was suck now, but if she could stay cool and conserve her strengh, she might be able to get away when it let its weight off. Lola suddenly gasped in shock as she felt the devil's snout at her crotch. She grit her teeth and tried to remain still. The terrified bunny was relieved when the beast continued down her legs. Its weight shifted and moved the pressure off slightly. Lola knew that this was her only chance.
She suddenly bolted up, knocking the beast off her legs and with a mad panic, tried to make it for the path. She had only gotten a few feet when the devil burst upon her again, sending her sprawling to the ground. She turned over on her back to ty and escape when it then crushed down upon her again. Lola knew now she would never be able to escape the terrible creature. Her only hope was to play dead and hope the Tasmanian devil would loose interest and go away far enough for her to escape.
The beast continued its investigation of her strange new body as she began to hyperventilate more. It paced down her still form following the delicious stench of bunny sweat to her feet. Curiously it sniffed at her boots, fleming at its sweaty stink. The devil the grabbed hold of one of Lola's boots and carefully attempted to pull it off. With some effort, the boot came loose and revealed the bunny's foot covered in a sweat dampened white sock. It madly inhaled the odor of her foot, the smell wonderful and overpowering. Lola went cold in terror as the devil opened its huge maw and closed it around her foot. The creature began to suck on it, the sweat a meaty sweetness in its mouth. With a hard suck, it pulled out from around her foot, the sock in its mouth. The devil sucked on it for a second and the swallowed it down. The favor was so good, it proceeded to remove her other boot. As it worked, pleasure coursed in its blood. Lola looked down at the beast. Its sheath was widening and a bright red point began to emerge. Having removed the other boot, it began to suckle on Lola's other foot, savoring the taste. It sucked off her other sock and swallowed it down too. With that, it began to run its slimy tongue over the sole of her foot, exploring every contour of her toes. Lola watched in horror at its erection grew harder, dangling from its sheath. Oh what horrors were sure to await her she thought. As the devil continued to lick and suckle her footpad, the tickle of it made Lola shudder. She even felt a rush of arousal through her body, fulled on by her terror and adrenaline. She tried not to think about it, shocked that she would be getting horny from her present situation. She looked away as the sight of the Tasmanian devil's dirty member only furthered her terror and arousal.
Suddenly the devil drew back. Another smell had caught its attention.
Lola saw the change in the beast and she realized what it had noticed. She let out a terrified whine as it crept up over her, its erection dangling just only a hairs width from her body. It's hand reached forward, grabbing on to the top of her shirt and with one quick jerk, tore it loose, exposing her perfect breasts. Passionately it nuzzled them, giving a few hearty licks with its monstrous tongue. Lola winced at the smell of its foul breath, suddenly yelping when it began to nip at her breasts. The devil then moved back down her body and went for her capris. As it began to rip them open, Lola struggled to get away. Still the monster held her down and all she could do was scream and squirm. Having torn them off, it went for her pink panties. The smell was wonderful to its primal nose and the devil tore them off in its mouth, savoring the taste of female hormones and urine. One of its hands reached between its legs and began to massage its dick. Lola saw this and knew that there was nothing she could do. She was his now. Tears ran from her eyes as the beast buried its snout between her legs, exploring it deeply. She cried out pitifully when she felt the tongue run across her entire underside, enjoying the taste of each orifice. Unable to take it anymore, Lola screamed out for help, making as much noise she can. Maybe Bugs would hear her, anyone. Realizing that this would attract attention, the Tasmanian devil stopped its work and grabbed the hapless rabbit up and made a dash into the woods.
When it finally stopped, they were much deeper into the forest and underneath a rock cliff. The spot was very sheltered and far away from the path. Escape was truly hopeless now. Dropping its prey on the stone ground, the devil crouched down on top of her, keeping her still restrained. For added measure it cruelly struck her across her pretty face, reminding her of its control. Lola wept miserably as the beast began to masturbate on top of her, precum dripping to her fur. On it worked, growing closer by the moment. Soon the member was cherry red and hard as a rock. The devil crouched over her and ran its hard on across her chest in a humping motion. Lola's soft fur became sticky with animal semen. The thrusts became more aggressive now, the beast's dick running up between her breasts. Even in this miserable situation, this act still made Lola more aroused, filling her with disgust and shame at her pleasure to this. Suddenly with a violent thrust of its body, the devil roared out as its shaft ran between her breasts and burst forth ropes of beast cum all over Lola's face. Lola only moaned in misery, her eyes closed shut and her face sticky with the massive load. She felt the beast stand up and release its weight form her, but by now, she was defeated and made no effort to escape. Her eyes still closed, she felt a hot gush of fluid splashing over her chest, running through her tan fur. The devil stood over her with its led lifted, marking all over this beautiful creature it had captured and conquered. It was a disgusting act of dominance and Lola felt as if she was the beast's leftover refuse, used and thrown away.
The sound of wild birds welcomed Bugs Bunny back to the waking world. Le laid for a while in his tent, just enjoying the sound. He reached over casually and felt Lola's empty sleeping bag. Oh well, she was probably just outside. After a few more minutes, Bugs finally crawled out of his sleeping bag and made his way for the outside of the tent. Le opened it and called out to his love, only to get a bird's chirp in response. She probably had gone out on a nature walk; she always loved nature. Feisty one that bunny was. She did not like being tethered like a dog to him. Always defiant. Still, Bugs knew she loved him and decided he will probably let her run free for a bit. She could take care of herself. Amused by the idea of having some time from her, Bugs went back in to the tent. However, he crawled into Lola's sleeping bag instead of his own this time. It was an interest of his. Sometimes when his love was out, Bugs would do things such as wear her clothing or look through her stuff. He had noticed this soon after their wedding and he had still not told her yet. He kind of liked the act of violating her stuff. Perhaps he would tell her someday when they were discussing dirty things. He smiled and began to masturbate in Lola's sleeping bag. What a naughty bunny he was.
Coughing at the foul odor of rich urine, Lola glanced over at the beast beside the cliff wall. It had been just crouching there, keeping watch over her for a while now. Carefully she began to crawl just barely, trying her best not to make a single noise. If she could just go a bit further, she could possibly try and run off. She was a well-trimmed and fit rabbit from all the outdoor and sports she did. If she could just get a distance away, she could possibly elude the beast. Bugs sighed deeply in pleasure as he slowly continued to massage his shaft. He turned slightly in the sleeping bag and then sniffed at his hand. He had not washed or changed his underwear recently and it smelled rank with his odor. Now he was nude in Lola's sleeping bag, his filthy crotch exposed in it. The thought gave him another rush of pleasure and he began to masturbate again. Lola looked up and froze still as she saw the Tasmanian devil looking over at her trying to crawl to safety. The beast began to walk over to her. Lola stood up and began to run. The beast responded by dropping down to all fours and lunging at her. The hapless bunny had been unable to get a good distance away and with a leap over a large rock, the beast pounced on her and sent her sprawling to the ground. Lola screamed for help, filling the animal with rage. It suddenly struck her again, over and over until she finally quit, sobbing miserably. The monster sat over her and began to pleasure itself again, making deep huffs as it went. Lola could only weep. Suddenly the beast stopped much to the bunny's surprise. Bugs moaned softly as he felt his shaft grow pulse after pulse. He buried his face into the material of Lola's bag and inhaled her scent. Precum began to drip from him, dampening his gloves. His erection rubbed up against the inside of the bag leaving slimy trails on the soft material. Bugs giggled, thinking how Lola would be sleeping in his juices. He began to stroke faster, eager to drench his love's sleeping bag in his spooge. Lola opened her eyes to see what made the beast stop. She was suddenly answered by the beast pushing up against the side of her and beginning to hump her side like a horny dog. The hard cock shoved its way across her side and through her soft fur. The devil gripped her in its powerful embrace like her lover Bugs. Her tears were now soft and lonely. Faster and faster the monster humped like an amorous dog she could not shake off. She felt the shaft and could not control her arousal to it. The beast began to lick her body, savoring the flavor of her sweat and scent. Suddenly it grabbed hold of her legs and pulled them up to its face. Lola thought the devil was going to suckle her feet again, but she filled with terror as she felt the massive maw close down on her footpaws and begin to swallow them down! Bugs began to drool out the corner of his mouth as he pawed off even faster. I imagined Lola coming back later that day and crawling into her bag, not knowing Bugs's foul violation. The fabric was growing wetter. Lola began to scream in earnest now. The Tasmanian devil was now trying to eat her. She fought had against the monster as she felt her legs disappear into it's massive gut. She smacked at it, but it grabbed hold of her arms and twisted them around her back. She tried to kick, but its sturdy throat held them together already used to eating struggling prey. She tried to wiggle out, but it was to strong. She screamed as she felt the horrible creature bite down into her flesh. Bugs moaned loudly now, his pleasure a wave coming over him. He recalled past incidences: cumming in her dress, masturbating while reading her old diary... the heat inside her bag made him sweat. His gloved hands ran slick over himself. Lola screamed out as her body slipped down that dark abyss, her legs were bending into a fetal position inside its powerful stomach. Its tongue was now on her chest, running over her breasts. She shouted at the top of her voice, hoping for fate to change. The monster continued to masturbate with its free hand as it eagerly devoured this beautiful creature it had captured. Lola felt herself sinking in, the weight on her chest making it impossible to scream. Bugs suddenly felt a surge run through him and he became dizzy with pleasure. Immediately he thrust down hard on his throbbing member. Lola closed her eyes, calm now as she sank into the beast's mouth. With her last breath she choked out her final word.
"Bugs..."
Stream after stream of bunny spooge gushed up against the side of the soft bag. Bugs shuddered with each pulse. He felt the hot cum pool around his waist. He smiled at his perverted act, sighing heavily. The naughty bunny laid there in his own filth for a bit, exhausted and content with his morning. He dreamed of the sweet touch of his love and longed for her to return and touch him again. He also dreamed of the filth she would soon be sleeping in. Oh how much he loved having fun with her.