Zee Bunny Farm 2- Zee Horrors Of Zee Bunny Farm

by FantheFlames

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Sex, Random, Cheerilee, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1814

A look into the workplace of Mr. Gurgenshloop

[WARNING: ACTUALLY CONTAINS BRAIN-SCARRING IMAGERY! If you are faint of heart or are sensitive to sexual situations and interspecies rape, I ADVISE CAUTION!]
After his "educational" presentation at Ponyville Elementary, Mr. Gurgenshloop returns to his bunny farm in Canterlot. This is no ordinary bunny farm, however, and a young pony finds out just how out of the ordinary it is.
The hard way.
(This is not a clopfic unless you're into rabbits)
Original- http://www.fimfiction.net/story/13918/Zee-Bunny-Farm
Next Sequel- http://www.fimfiction.net/story/15638/Zee-Bunny-Farm-3--Zee-Playmates

Published 2012-03-05 02:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-05 02:54:02 UTC

Oh My God Why Would You Post This

A pale brown stallion looked out, smiling, over a classroom of shocked and disturbed faces. All was silent. Suddenly, Mr. Gurgenshloop turned to Ms. Cheerilee.

“Ms. Teacher-pony,” He asked. “Vould you like a bunny?” Ms. Cheerilee widened her eyes at the thought of accepting anything from this creepy stallion.

“Um… N- No thanks, Mr… Gurgenshloop.”

“No. Teacher deserves bunny. Take!” He pulled a baby bunny from his saddlebag and shoved it into her face. She reluctantly took it in her hooves and stared at it for a moment before turning back towards the class guest.

“Uh… Mr. Gurgenshloop, it’s been… Great… Having you at our school. But I think you can go now.” Starting to shake, she turned to her students. “Students, class is dismissed early today.” Almost before she had finished her sentence, the room had cleared. The foals eagerly left the schoolhouse.

“Yes, of course.” He agreed, smiling. “Zee class is over. I vill leave now. Zank you for inviting me to teach zee students about zee bunny farm.” Pushing his TV cart in front of him, he left the schoolhouse. Behind him, Ms. Cheerilee threw up in a nearby trash can, the bunny sitting innocently on her desk.

“Vat a nice teacher,” Mr. Gurgenshloop thought aloud. “I hope zee children come to vork at my bunny farm. It is a good employment opportunity.” He kept pushing his TV until he came to a stop just behind his vehicle. It was a large, white, rusted van with tinted windows. He stopped pushing the TV cart and opened the two large back doors. Inside the van was dark gray and bleak.

Using his hooves he pulled a ramp out from inside. “Good for TVs AND fillies in vheelchairs.” He observed, chuckling as he rolled the TV cart into the van and closed the door behind it. He went around and jumped into the driver’s seat. The seats were red and stained dark from the birthing of many bunnies over the years. He used to keep them in the van, but when he got more money he moved them to a building in Canterlot. He turned the key and started the engine. The van sputtered a bit and moved forward, out of the schoolyard.

Soon he reached Canterlot and pulled up in front of a large, white building.

“Ah, home sveet home.” He turned off the van and went through the door inside. “Bunnies!” He called out. “I’m home!” The whole room was full of wooden pens, each containing vigorously humping bunnies. They all had food and water, and, as he called out, they popped their heads up and looked towards the door, then continued with the bunny love. A jack-wagon though he was, nopony could argue that Mr. Gurgenshloop didn’t take care of his bunnies. “Hello my bunnies,” He greeted as he walked through the spaces between each pen until he reached the side of the room labeled “Mozers vith babies”. There were many pens in this part of the room, but only about four were full. It had been a slow week.

Suddenly a knocking came at the door. “Yes, yes. I am coming.” He said, approaching the door. He opened it, but nopony was there. He looked around for a moment before he heard a tiny “Hello” below him. He looked down and smiled, as there were two little pegasus ponies before him, a colt and a filly.

“Vy, hello zere children!” He greeted. “Vat can Mr. Gurgenshloop do for you?”

“We were wondering if you had any baby bunnies for sale.” The little orange colt queried, holding up 5 bits.

“Vy yes, I do have some babies. But put away zee money. Little children,” He informed, rubbing the colt’s head with one hoof. “do not pay for zee bunnies.” The colt smiled, put the bits in his saddlebag, and turned to his sister.

“Did you hear that, Crystal Breeze?” He asked her. “We get a free bunny!” Crystal Breeze only smiled in response.

“Yes, and zee little filly can help me look for zee perfect bunny.” Mr. Gurgenshloop offered, looking at the quiet little filly. She eagerly nodded. Her brother was disappointed, as he had never been in the famous bunny farm. No one had, as far as he knew. But he didn’t show how crestfallen he was.

“I’ll just wait out here. Find the best one!” He called out as Mr. Gurgenshloop and the little blue filly walked inside, the tinted black door closing behind them. Mr. Gurgenshloop whistled and, as if on command, all the bunnies ceased mating and just passively loped around the pen, nibbling little bits of food that strayed from the bowl and shredding newspaper with their teeth. It was a trick he taught them to secure the secrecy of his business.

“Now,” Mr. Gurgenshloop began. “You vant a baby bunny, yes?” Crystal Breeze nodded eagerly. “Good, but first I vill show you zee adult bunnies, so you can see zee qvality of zee parents. Qvality is important.” He told her. She seemed a little unsure, as she had wanted to see the cute babies first, but what he said made sense. Quality WOULD be important if she were to get the best bunny, like her brother wanted. She nodded. “Good,” Mr. Gurgenshloop said. “Zen, in zat case, I vill show you zee father bunnies first.” He led her over to the other end of the room where there were pens of all male bunnies. There were, completely unsuspiciously, two males in each pen on this side of the room. They stopped by a pen containing a gray male and a second black male, both snuffling in the wood shavings.

“Normally, male bunnies do not get along vell togezer,” He informed her. “But I have trained them to get along very, very vell.” She smiled, and asked him something quietly. “Vat vas zat? I cannot hear you, little filly.” He asked.

“…Can I pet the bunnies?”, She asked, her voice barely a whisper, but Mr. Gurgenshloop caught the question and smiled.

“But of course you can pet zee bunnies. Zey love to be touched by zee little filly hooves.” He told her, opening the door to the pen so she could walk inside. He closed it behind her. “I do not vant zee bunnies to hop out.” He told her when she turned to look. She nodded understandingly and turned back to the gray bunny, petting it’s soft ears with shy, gentle strokes. He watched her for a moment before speaking again. “Uh, I vill be right back.” He told her, she nodded, smiling, and continued stroking the bunny.

He walked away towards a remote corner of the room where a black case leaned against the wall. Mr. Gurgenshloop grabbed the case and tip-hoofed back to the pen, quietly so as not to let Crystal Breeze know he was there. Silently, he unzipped the case. He looked up to make sure she hadn‘t seen, but her back was still to him, so he proceeded to lift something out of the case. It was a camera, sleek and black. He poised it on the edge of the pen, aimed at Crystal Breeze, who’s back was still to him as she petted the bunnies soft gray fur. He pressed the button and the camera turned on, a fresh tape inside for recording.

Crystal Breeze turned nervously when she heard the shutter adjust and looked on in confusion as she noticed it was trained on her. But her expression changed to fear as Mr. Gurgenshloop locked the door of the pen. For it was not the bunnies he was worried would escape. He let out a loud whistle and the once quiet indoor farm was suddenly filled with pleasurable squeaking and thumping sounds.

Crystal Breeze gasped silently and glanced around in horror, but the black bunny on the other side of the pen suddenly ambushed her, jumping on her from behind and pinning her onto her back. She lifted her head in a meek attempt to cry out but the gray bunny she had been petting reared up on his hind legs and used his front paws to pull her head, with a thud, back down to the ground. The bunnies became very turned on, and pink bunny penises, bigger than the others, poked out from under their soft fur. She whimpered and a single tear left her eye as the black bunny roughly drove his penis into her little filly slit. Mr. Gurgenshloop, who was taping the entire event, let out a low moan and lowered his hoof.

Crystal Breezes mouth widened in a gasp and the gray bunny did not hesitate to drive his own bunny-hood into her mouth. She cried and sobbed, being molested in both ends by the animals she once thought were so adorable and innocent. Mr. Gurgenshloop did not worry. Everyone in Canterlot knew Crystal Breeze was the quietest pony in the city. She barely ever said a word, so he knew she wouldn’t squeal on him.

Crystal Breeze's whimpers grew louder as tears streamed down her face. The male bunnies grunted as they thrusted in and out. Their grunts grew louder and their thrusts increased in speed until they let out a single, loud moan and evacuated their load all over the little filly. She whimpered and sobbed in fear, but did not utter a single word.

The little orange pegasus colt sat leaning against the outside of the building. He sighed. She had been in there for a long time, and he was still sitting out there. He could only imagine the fun she must be having, playing with all those cute bunnies. He sighed again. He looked up hopefully when he heard a creak and the door opened. Mr. Gurgenshloop stepped outside, Crystal Breeze following slowly behind, a baby bunny sitting on her head, nose twitching. Her brother leapt up and trotted over to greet them.

“Hey, Crystal! You got one! And he’s so cute. You really know how to find the best bunnies, sis.” Crystal Breeze did not respond, or even look at him, she was shaking, mouth gaping slightly. Her eyes were wide as she stared, unblinking, ahead, her gaze fixed on nothing. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked her, “And what’s that stuff all over you?”

“Oh, zat?” Mr. Gurgenshloop said. “Zere was an accident vith zee baby bunny milk formula. She took fright ven it spilled on her. Isn’t zat right, little filly?” Crystal Breeze, still shaking and staring, nodded her head meekly and let out a small whimper. “Thanks for the bunny, Mr. Gurgenshloop.” The little colt said. “We’ll take good care of it!”

“I’m sure you vill, my little pony.”, He agreed. “Ask your sister to help, she is very good vith zee bunnies.”