Dirty Moons

Fluttershy stared in wide-eyed fright at the massive creature looming mere inches from her fuzzy little muzzle. Terrified, she scrabbled at the steps behind her, trying to escape, but her hooves would not find purchase on the smooth stone. With a panicked burst of adrenaline, she pumped her new wings, which she had yet to truly master, in an attempt to escape certain death. She shot straight up and tried to fly backwards. However, in her inexperience, she lost control and began tumbling end-over-end through the air. She felt her back collide painfully with the wall beside the door; in her panic, she twisted and pushed off with her hooves, launching herself in the direction dead opposite of safety and freedom: directly toward the ferocious pony-eating dragon. She closed her eyes and waited for death, hoping it would be swift and painless.

She suddenly jerked to a stop in midair; she flapped her wings with all her might, but suddenly they seemed trapped and unable to move. *This is it, then,* she thought. *It was a nice life...*

She waited for several seconds. Nothing happened.

Come to think of it, the dragon wasn't even making any noise.

Nervously, she opened one eye and peered around.

The dragon remained motionless in the center of the room. It wasn't even looking at her.

That was when she noticed something very peculiar about this particular dragon.

It was made of many colors of soft wool yarn.

"Huh? What the...?"

In fact, now that her panic was beginning to subside, she noticed that everything in the bizarre secret basement was made from yarn. The dragon, a cloud of butterflies, a large tree, dozens of lit candles (whose flames were ALSO yarn), a large chess set, half a dozen cheerful party balloons...all told, dozens of amazing, impossible, and altogether rather frightening pieces of what could only be called knitted artwork.

"What IS this?" Fluttershy wondered aloud. "Did...did the other me make all this?" It seemed likely, as there were boxes of knitting needles and balls of yarn on every surface that wasn't covered in woolly artwork.

She craned her neck this way and that to determine what she had landed on. Whatever it was, it had pinned her wings. She quickly determined that she was caught in a web of loose yarn that hung suspended from the ceiling supports, anchored to and supporting most of the hanging sculptures. Her wings had become pinned against her sides, and two of her hooves were tangled in the string.

"Oh, goodness," she said fretfully. "I never was very good at cat's cradle..." Swallowing nervously, she delicately began attempting to extricate herself from her wool prison. As she tugged furiously at her forehoof that was trapped, one of the larger butterflies swung toward her and whacked her in the face with enough force to spin her around. "Ouch!" she cried.

A more gentle tug yielded no better results, but it did allow her to see that two of the yarn sculptures—the butterfly and a strange little pink bug creature—were connected to that particular segment of the yarn. Slowly, she began working at extricating her hind leg, keeping a way eye out to see what would move.

The head of the dragon swung around to glare up at her, and she let out an involuntary gasp of fright. Distracted by the dragon, she failed to see the knit crescent moon which flew toward her like a zipliner, slamming into her flank and spinning her around hard enough to make her dizzy.

Once her head stopped spinning, Fluttershy discovered that her situation had just taken a turn for the worse: somehow, the two impacts with her body had caused her to become even more entangled. The front hoof which had previously been free was now trapped above the elbow, and somehow the previously untrapped hind leg had wound up tied tightly to her other arm. "Oh...oh no..."

As she hung there, the trapped parts of her body beginning to hurt, she took stock of her situation, and berated herself for not doing the sensible thing: using her previously free hoof in conjunction with her teeth to break free. Her brow furrowed; could she perhaps still bite herself loose?

Fluttershy lowered her mouth to her right front hoof, intent upon biting through the yarn. Her shoulder reflexively raised the arm toward her face...

She felt something tickle her vulva.

She let out a panicked scream and thrashed wildly, craning her neck around and tightening most of her bonds. After nearly snapping her neck from turning it too far, she discovered that a fuzzy orange carrot the size of her (human) forearm had brushed up against her personal area. "GAH!" she cried, trying desperately to brush the offending fake vegetable away with her tail; she quickly discovered that even her tail had somehow become ensnared in a loop of yarn. From what she knew of equine anatomy, that meant her no-no parts were completely exposed and vulnerable. A mortified blush blossomed on her fuzzy face, showing clearly through her coat. "Oh, why is this...why is this happening to me?"

At that moment, several things happened at once, none of which helped her situation in any way.

First, some of the strings holding her hostage shifted violently, dragged down by her weight and the force of gravity.

Secondly, the violent tug on the cat's cradle shifted her rear end upward, while simultaneously jarring the line holding the oversized carrot. Its rigid tip, shaped around mesh craft wire, effortlessly penetrated her and plunged itself deep into her vagina.

Lastly, a green wool snake dropped down in her face; it twisted and spun as it fell and somehow wound up tail-first in her mouth. She faintly felt something inside it click, and the snake began writhing around with a barely-audible buzz.

The force feedback from the writhing, vibrating snake in Fluttershy's mouth made her lurch backwards reflexively, which pushed her further onto the intruding carrot. The pressure against her insides made her lurch forward, which forced the snake almost to the back of her throat.

It was then that Fluttershy came to a sickening realization.

When she was still in junior high school, she had seen something she fervently wished she could unsee: some exceptionally strange, disturbing porn from Nippony. It had depicted a teenage girl being violated in every orifice by writhing, pulsating, slimy tentacles.

The memory of that horrible, disgusting thing surfaced unbidden in her mind, and she suddenly knew, with a sense of near hilarity, what was happening to her right here in this bizarre secret knitting cave.

*I'm being tentacle raped. By yarn.*

She spat out the snake, the taste of wool foul and dry on her tongue, and tried to wiggle in such as way as to extricate the carrot from her vagina. However, her wiggling just drove it in deeper, and she cried out despite herself.

While her mouth was open, the snake found its way back in. It wriggled and buzzed against her tongue.

*This is just ridiculous!*

She heard the secret basement door open and turned as best she could; the action pressed the wool carrot against the wall of her vagina, elicting a gasp that was muffled by the snake.

Angel Bunny hopped down the steps, nose twitching.

Spitting the snake out again, Fluttershy cried, "Angel! Up here! Help mMMMPH!"

*How did that even get back in my mouth?!*

Angel peered up at her, one ear cocked, one eyebrow raised. In a flash, he disappeared up the length of the knit dragon that encircled the room, and was up in the supports.

*Oh, thank goodness.* Fluttershy felt the heat in her nethers spread to her face at being caught in such an awkward, ridiculous, and humiliating situation, but at least it would soon all be over.

Angel appeared just above her, holding several loops of yarn in one paw and a knit candle in the other. He nimbly hopped down onto her back and scaled her raised rump.

Fluttershy spat the snake out again. "Good boy, Angel! Now, if you could just get that nasty carrot out of—"

Angel smirked at her and unceremoniously rammed the "flame" end of the knit candle into her asshole.

Fluttershy let out a strangled squeak, eyes tripling in size. Her body seized up at this new invasion of her most personal space. She could only stare in shock as Angel began expertly looping and knotting lengths of yarn around the candle, the carrot, the snake, and the ceiling supports.

Finally, Fluttershy found her voice. "Wh—what are you..."

The grin Angel gave her was purely malevolent as he began tugging at the various lengths of yarn he held in his paws. Like marionettes, the objects that had barged into her body uninvited began to slide in and out rhythmically. She opened her mouth again to scream, to yell, to scold the bad bunny...and that darned snake ended up in her mouth again, now under Angel Bunny's control.

Fluttershy tried to cry out, tried to make any sound of protest, but once again, the snake in her mouth prevented her efforts, and now, under Angel's control, it was thrusting itself against the back of her throat, tickling her uvula with its vibrating tail. The coarse yarn of the candle rubbed painfully against the lining of her anus. The girth of the carrot stretched her pussy, the scratchy wool burning now as it thrust vigorously inside her, pumping her body with every hard thrust. *Stop it...why...* She closed her eyes; tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she surrendered to her fate, praying the mean-spirited rabbit would tire of this game soon and cut her loose.

And then she'd have some tasty rabbit stew. She'd heard somewhere that rabbit stew was tasty.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a handful of minutes, she gave up and let instinct take over, allowing her body to react freely to what was happening to her. She bucked her hips, bit down on the snake, and let the growing heat in her nether regions pulse through her mind, ignoring the burning pain from the friction of the wool—which she now realized was becoming less intense, as the slickness of her vagina dampened the yarn.

The candle up her ass still burned like hellfire, though.

The carrot was no longer moving as vigorously; she reasoned that its wetness was making it harder for Angel to manipulate it. She decided to help out by thrusting violently against it, taking its entire length into herself, then pulling away as Angel pulled it out. She moaned at what she imagined was the tip of the soaking knit carrot trying to stab her in the ovaries.

The snake stopped moving; she opened her mouth and let it slide out, sticky strands of saliva hanging between her mouth and the wool serpent before it wriggled out of sight into the yarn menagerie below. Fluttershy opened her eyes; she saw Angel drop down onto a knit cloud that hung inches from her face. In one paw, he was still tugging the strings that manipulated the objects in her pussy and ass. With the other, he lassoed her muzzle and pulled her toward him. Once her face rested on the warm wool surface of the cloud, he forced her mouth open and began making odd, wiggly little bunny humping motions.

She realized, an instant too late, what Angel was doing. "No, don't—!"

Rabbit cum spurted out, coating her nose and pooling on her tongue.

The carrot and candle withdrew from her body, and she sagged limply.

*This isn't what I thought life in Ponyville would be like at all...*

* * * * *

Angel's nose twitched irritably as he listened for any sign of the door to the pitch-black basement opening.

His forepaws were tightly bound and tethered to the massive dragon. He could only hop two feet in any direction.

This was intolerable.

The door opened. Angel froze, raising both ears to their full length.

Fluttershy trotted down the steps, a perfume bottle dangling from her mouth by its squeeze bulb. As she approached, she sprayed Angel in the face with several squirts from the perfume bottle. She then dropped it, allowing it to shatter on the concrete floor.

The heady stench of female rabbit musk engulfed Angel.

Without a word, Fluttershy trotted back up the steps.

A few seconds later, she returned, ushering several other bunnies into the dark basement. "Have fun," she whispered.

The door slammed closed with the sound of a coffin.

And before the last sliver of light from upstairs was sealed away, Angel came to a horrifying realization:

They were all male rabbits.