Buster didn’t know what was stranger: The cafeteria mystery meat or the extra set of eyes that he’s been feeling on the back of his neck. It wasn’t just one day, it’s been the last week or so. In the halls, in the gym at lunch. Even in the middle of joking with Babs, Plucky or any of his other friends. It was always the same: things would be all well and good but his bunny senses would pick up on this sensation. 


Keeping his eyes peeled for anyone acting strange, he could never catch the source. He suspected Elmyra was the cause but he hadn’t seen hide no head of the animal loving tormentor. That was probably more worrying than anything else. Every day, he’d keep an eye out, only catching the occasional glance of her walking away or going down a crowded hall in front of him. 


        ‘Maybe I’m just freaking myself out.’ He thought to himself. 


Little did the young man know that his animal instincts are sharper and more accurate than he could have imagined. Walking down the halls with the same air of confidence he’d always radiate, in plain sight is the schools number 1 in terms of being romantic. Or at least believing he is. 


Pepe Le Pew. Romantic. Debonair. Gentlemen. French. 


Those would be the words he’d use to describe himself to anyone and everyone he knew. He could easily charm the pants off anyone he could pick. But as of late, a certain blue bunny has been the recent capture of his attention. Was it his charm, ze charisma? Was it his success in school? His daring attitude that reminded him of his long time superior? Pepe would spend the long hours of the night letting his mind wonder what it was most appealing about Buster Bunny. But rather than simply wonder for untold nights, he choose to simply find out on his own.


So he planned!


Using all the brain cells that didn’t travel downward during those late nights, he came up with a simple yet effective plan that would allow the skunk to have Buster all to himself with little issue.


Just thinking of it now, excited him to no end. Awakening the hunger and lust that had built up once again. Was it simply just a bodily reaction to his dirty thoughts? Whatever it was, Pepe Le Pew would enjoy the answers.


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Halfway through the Friday, Buster was walking out of the latest lesson of outwitting from Deans Coyote and Roadrunner. Before having to sleep through his scheduled time at the library, he made a beeline for the bathroom. Partially to clean up the pie residue from his last class and just to step out of sight and shake off the burning gaze that he’s been feeling on the back of his neck. More like his entire backside in general.


As he was washing the last bit of raspberries off, he heard the door open.


        “I’ll be out of your way in just a sec.”


        “Oh there is no need to hurry on my accord petit ami.” Whipping his face clean with his shirt, Buster turned to see Profesor Le Pew. Chest puffed up, looking or trying to look like he was packing more muscle than he actually had. 


        “Oh heya prof!” Buster exclaimed. “What brings you to the student bathrooms? Something wrong with the faculty’s? Last I checked, they were in pretty good shape. Though I have heard what happens when professor Taz goes there…” The bunny shuttered at the horror.


        “No no monsieur. Well there was something I actually wanted to talk to you about. Something that I as your teacher must confide to you, my most trusted student.” Buster resisted the urge to raise his eyebrow to his teacher. 


        “Yeaaaaah…?”


        “I am not one to, how you say, mince words.” The tall skunk stepped closer. Buster took a step back. Trying to close the distance between them, Pepe Le Pew continued walking forward and pushing Buster back without a single touch. 


        “I’m not sure what kind of bunny you think I am professor but I don’t really… You know, go that way.” Buster didn’t realize it until it was to late but he had trapped himself into one of the open stalls. The brick walls replaced with the blue painted walls of the stall dividers. 


        “Ahh but that is the marvel of youth you see!” The blue bunny boy’s eyes caught something moving just out of sight. Against his better judgement, he looked down and met the rising shaft coming out of a snow white sheath. It pulsated with life and energy, getting ready to slide into an (un)willing hole. “You’re free to test the waters and experiment with what you like. Never know what could tickle you in just ze right way. And as a teacher, it's my job non non, my goal in life to steer my students in the right direction!”


        “But wouldn’t it be better to hit on anyone else?! What about Fi-mmmh!!?!”


Buster was silenced by the forceful lips of his teacher. It wasn’t gentle by any means of the word. The skunk pushed himself further onto the young bunney, pressing his tongue onto the roof of his mouth, ticking nerves that have never been played with by anyone other than his own tongue. Buster tried to push him away but the older and stronger skunk had little trouble putting him in his place. Le Pew pulled away, allowing buster to take a deep gulp of breath, left to taste the hints of cigarette smoke and wine.


        “Come now, my little unripened myrtille. No need to be worried. Just allow the teacher to do his job…” Buster tried pushing away but he simply didn’t have the strength to fight back against the older toon. 


        “N-no…” Buster couldn’t stop it. Pushed against the toilet, he felt himself being curled up, just enough for his teacher to get his way. The moment he felt the stiff tip touch him, he knew it was only a matter of time. WIth no one in the halls to call for help, Buster grimaced as he was skewered through. If it wasn’t for the natural wet ils that already coated the pink cock, Buster would be whining louder in pain. 


        “Shhh… “


Pepe Le Pew pumped the bunny as fast as he could, no care for his pain or how he was feeling. He only sought after his own delight. Indulging in his desires after so long. Buster Bunny felt like a cheap thrill, being used by his teacher. Every wet hit of the bigger males sack against him was a reminder that this was happening. Every thrust, every piercing inch of meat going into him at a time. 


Any words that were stuck in his throat came out as whimpers and cries. 


        “Ohhhh mon petit bonbon…! I’m nearly there…!” His pace increased, pounding Buster harder, forcing the bunny to feel every excited pump, knocking the sickened feeling in the pit of his stomach around like it was a ping pong ball..


        “Please stop…” The words finally came out. “I won’t tell but please teach…”


        “Ahhh Ahhh… Here comes ze ending!” True to his word, Pepe Le Pew let out a torrent of cum into the unwilling bunny’s hole, coating his delicate and sore insides with his putrid smelling jizz. Buster was forced to feel every spurt and pump, pinned to the toilet as he was used as a cum dump for the skunk’s pleasures. The time between them felt like it lasted hours but it was only a few short minutes. 


Satisfied and empty, Pepe Le Pew heaved a sigh of relief, pulling out and fixing himself up.


        “Ahh, was that not a delightful experiment mon cheri?” He asked as if nothing had happened. Buster was barely in a state of mind to answer. His lively eyes were but a husk of what they once were. “Oh do not be upset my dear! It is the beauty of youth for one to have many experiences! Don’t worry about your classes. I’d suggest you freshen up and relax at home, no?”


Leaving the shell-shocked bunny to realize that this wasn’t a dream. The skunk sauntered off, feeling more relief than he has in the last few weeks. 


        ‘I wonder, should I partake in other fruits of youth?’ WIth the thought in mind, he went back to enjoy the rest of his school day, relishing in the memory now and the many nights to come.