For Bubba_Rocks
A young earth colt walked down a gravel road that weaved between the cottages of a small village. He had a brown pelt, amber eyes, and a mane and tail that had two shades of darker brown. He was heading home from the marketplace, where his mother had sent him to buy some herbs, which were in an old, tattered saddlebag. The village he lived in was called Horscow, and he lived with his family in a farm on the outskirts of town, where there were more wide open places for growing crops. Soon there was a break in the buildings, he had reached the edge of town, but the road continued farther out and over the crest of a gentle slope. His legs ached from the day’s walk, but he was determined to get his groceries home.
Mustering up his strength, he put one hoof in front of another. Though the hill wasn’t very steep at all, the little colt was bone-weary, and it took a lot of effort just to get to the top. Sweating and panting, he slowly made his way up until he reached the top. Dripping with sweat, he nearly collapsed with exhaustion, but he stopped himself. He instead paused to catch his breath. He was part of a hard-working family.
His mother tended the garden and harvested the crops while his father left regularly for Canterlot for military drills and training. He was part of the Equestrian National Army, loyally serving Princess Celestia and protecting his home from deadly creatures. His father had always encouraged strength in the family, which was why he would always send his son to do hard tasks, even though his son still very young. But though the tiny colt was young, his labor had made him stronger than most of the other foals in the village, whose parents waiting until they were older to give them tasks.
Sometimes he got jealous when he saw the other children playing outside together while he had to work, but in the end, he knew it was worth it. He could always see just by looking at the others that their muscled were softer and less developed than his. But their games would not last, he knew. Soon they would be helping their parents to work the farms and clean the houses they lived in. His strength restored, he carried on faster than before, and soon his family’s cottage came into view. His great grandfather had built the cottage many years ago, but it still stood strong to that day.
It was made of dark brown wood. The shingles of the roof were also made of wood, and were dark gray, carrying with them a story of countless storms and seasons. Surrounding the cottage was a wall of piled stones, some of which were cracked with age and covered in moss and lichens. He had made it to the wall and opened the criss-crossed gate in the front, unhitching it and pushing it open with his snout. He walked through, turned back to lock the gate again, walked up to the door of his home. He could not yet reach the doorknob, so he just knocked the door with one hoof.
“Mama,” He called in his tiny colt voice. “Mama, I have zee grozeries.” Soon the door opened, and a light brown mare with a black mane and tail opened the door.
“Ah, Filipp! You have zee grozeries! Vat a good boy.” She greeted her son. He followed her as she turned to go back inside, his bag full of herbs draped over his back. They walked into the kitchen. It was small, but it was all they needed.
“I vill get zat for you.” She offered, picking up the bag in her teeth and placing it on the counter, muttering the names of each plant she withdrew from the pockets. In a moment she looked back to her son, a smile on her face. “Vell done, Filipp! Zat is every zing on zee list.” Filipp felt warm from the inside at his mother’s praise. After a moment the sound of strong wing beats came from outside, and both ponies looked up. “Ah! Your Papa is home from Canterlot!” As she spoke the door opened and a large black pegasus stood in the doorway, his huge black wings spread and deep amber eyes glaring from his face as if from a shadow. He wore the gold-plated armor that was the typical uniform of Celestia’s army. His hooves were white and large, have covered with the feathery black fur of his thick fetlocks. He folded his large wings, his broad shoulders and wings scraping the doorway as he walked inside, a tough smile on his face.
“Grigory! It is good to see you home.” Filipp’s mother greeted, walking over to give her husband a kiss on the cheek.
“It is good to see you too, Diana.” He greeted as he lifted his helmet and put it on a peg by the door, revealing his short-cropped white mane.
“I must go,” Diana began. “Zee field needs to be plowed. I vill be back by sundown.” Grigory turned to his son. Filipp knew what this would mean. “Filipp.” He began in his gruff voice. “Go help your mozer vith zee plowing.” Filipp nodded, crestfallen. He was exhausted from his last task, but he knew it had to be done. His mother, however, had something to say.
“Now vait just a minute, Grigory.” She protested. “Filipp has already done enough today. He needs his rest.”
“Nonsense!” Grigory shouted, stamping one feathered hoof and making the floor shake. “Zee Gurgenshloop family has always been powerful. Filipp is strong like ox.” He said, roughly planting one hoof on his son’s head, as if to indicate him. “He can do more zan any of zee ozer colts in zis village, and zat is because he works zee hardest.” He continued, walking forward as he roughly pushed his son to the back door with his forelegs, his mother following, steaming, behind.
He propelled Filipp outside with a powerful shove. A push like that could have knocked any other foal Filipp’s age flying, but his father had raised him strong, and, though the tasks were hard at times, he was grateful for the motivation. As his father stood in the doorway, his mother Diana hitched herself up to a plow and walked up and down the field, leaving deep ruts in the earth. Filipp followed behind with a bag of seeds in his mouth, his head bowed to sprinkle the seeds behind her.
With two ponies, the work was done twice as fast, and the job was done just after noon. Filipp and his mother came back inside through the back door and, while she started to make dinner, her son walked upstairs, into his room. He walked up to his bed but, though he was tired, he didn’t climb in. Instead, he bent his head down and pulled something out from underneath. It was a board game, owned by his great grandfather when he was a colt. Filipp didn’t have shelves, so everything he owned he kept under his bed. He looked at the game.
On it’s surface was a long, winding trail covered in different colored segments. There were five pieces; a dragon, a manticore, a hydra, a minotaur, and a griffin- all carved of wood. The game was like a race, and each player had to get their animal to the finish line first. He was always too busy to play with other foals, but sometimes he liked to pretend. He looked at a black velvet box attached firmly to the center of the board, which was what held the pieces. He opened it and picked up the dragon and the manticore, they were his favorites. He put them both on the board and reached back into the box for a pair of dice.
He rolled them, it was his turn first- seven. He moved the dragon seven spaces.
“I’m in zee lead.” Filipp said to the empty space on the other side of the board. “Your turn.” He grabbed the dice again and rolled a four, then moved the minotaur four spaces. “My turn again.” He said, then picked up the dice, rolled, and moved the dragon two spaces. He continued on like that until the game was over, the minotaur piece had won. “I…Win.” He said with a sigh. It was okay to pretend there was someone else there, but it just wasn’t the same. Head bowed sullenly, he put the game pieces back in the box and shoved the board back under the bed.
As his hoof slid underneath, it sought out something in particular. Within a few moments he hit it and smiled with glee. He reached further and drew it out with his hoof. His favorite book, The Breeding of Domestic Animals. It was his favorite book, and also belonged to his great grandfather. When he ran the farm, there were all sorts of animals, but when he died, he willed them all away to his distant relatives. Filipp Gurgenshloop had never grown up with animals, and not many ponies in the village owned any, either. The most he had ever learned about animals was from reading through the breeding guide.
He opened the book to the contents;
‘Cows………..1’
‘Sheep………..10’
‘Goats…..…….20’
‘Dragons……...30’
‘Dogs…………40’
‘Cats………….50’
‘Llamas………60’
‘Index………..70’
‘Photo Credit...90’
Filipp opened to the cows section. It was full of descriptive details, physiological diagrams and colored photographs of mating bovines. He opened up to the other chapters, each the same, featuring their corresponding animal. He never found anything particularly dirty about these static pictures, he was too young to ever be exposed to anything sexual between other ponies. He knew everything in this book was natural. The book, however, didn’t explain everything he wanted to know; ‘What did it feel like?’, ‘What did the movement look like in real life?’. So many questions, not enough answers. Soon his mother’s voice came from downstairs.
“Filipp! Come down for dinner!” He closed the book and slid it back under his bed, then stood up and trotted downstairs. His mother and father were sitting at the table. “Come, sit down, before your dinner gets cold.” His mother told him. He pulled out his chair and pulled himself up into a seated position. His mother had made his favorite; tomato soup with carrot slices, celery, and green beans. His parents started to eat, but Filipp sighed and didn’t touch his meal.
“Vat is zee matter?” Diana Gurgenshloop asked her son. “Vy haven’t you touched your food?” Filipp looked up, a sad look in his amber eyes.
“Nozing, it’s just…It is so lonely sometimes, vorking on zee farm. Zere are no ozer colts for me to play vith.”
“Nonsense!” His father grunted from the other side of the table, his amber eyes glaring in contrast to his dark black coat. “You do not need friends, zere is too much vork to be done for you to be frolicking about vith zee ozer ponies.” He spat out ‘frolicking’ as if it were some kind of curse. “You are too good for zem, zey do not yet know zee meaning of hard vork.” He huffed. Filipp shrugged with defeat.
“I guess you are right,” He sighed. “I just vish I had some kind of friend…” He sullenly picked up his spoon and slowly sipped some of the soup. Suddenly, his mother’s eyes gleamed as if she had an idea, but whatever et was, she kept her excitement suppressed. “Finish your meal, Filipp.” She told him. “Zen go to bed.” He slowly ate his soup. When he was finished, he excused himself and sullenly walked up the stairs, into his room, and climbed into bed to sleep, feeling lonelier than ever.
Filipp woke to the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance, the sun was just coming up, and he knew work had to be done. He climbed out of bed and grabbed his tattered bag from one of his bedposts, draping it over his back and heading down the stairs. Normally, his parents would have just woken up, his father in his gold plated uniform and his mother in her work clothes. But what he saw instead made his mouth gape open in surprise.
Both his parents were sitting at the table, looking at him with smiles, his mother spoke first.
“Good morning, Filipp!” His mother greeted. “Have your breakfast, we are going somevere today. Your Papa took zee day off today so vee can go as a family. Eat your cereal so vee can go.” The little brown colt was immediately excited. This was like an adventure! Like the kind the other village foals always pretended to have, but this was real! He hurried up to eat his breakfast and all three ponies left the house and walked down the road.
They went through the middle of town, following the main road until they reached a sign that said , “Petting Zoo, ½ mile”. Filipp looked up at his mother, and she nodded, confirming his unspoken question. He nearly bounced for joy, but stopped himself when he realized his father was watching. The petting zoo! He had never been there, but he had often heard the other children talking about it- how it had many, many animals. This was his chance! Filipp had never been up close to a real animal, and he was really looking forward to it.
They walked down the road until the sounds of bleating and clucking were heard and they approached a wooden gate. Next to the gate was a ticket booth run by an adolescent stallion. The sign said, “Tickets required for entry. 2 bits per ticket.” His mother walked up to the booth.
“Zree tickets, please.” She requested, putting six bits on the counter. The stallion looked up from his reading material and nodded.
“Whatever.” He said dully, giving Filipp’s mother three tickets.
“Zank you.” She thanked.
“Whatever.” The teen stallion said, not looking up this time. The three ponies walked through the gate and gave the tickets to a different stallion, who in turn fitted them with cheap, paper entry bracelets. Filipp couldn’t believe his eyes. There were so many animals- some he had seen in his book, but many others he had never seen at all. After receiving his bracelet, he dashed over to the nearest pen, which held several baby goats.
His eyes glittered as he saw the furry animals for the first time in person. Too excited to speak, he reached out a hoof to pet the head of one of the babies, which flicked its ears under his touch. Eager to see everything, he dashed from one pen to another, seeing nearly every single animal, his parents following behind at a more normal pace. Soon he stopped at the pig pen, and his mother walked over to him.
“Vee are going to look at zee ozer animals. Can vee trust you to be good?”
“Yes, Mama.” Filipp nodded.
“Good,” She said, and turned to walk away. “Meet us at zee goat pen ven you are done.” He nodded and, after a while, got bored of petting the same animal. He turned around, and the first thing he saw was a large building. He had not noticed it before and over the door the word “Bunnies” was painted in pink letters. He was excited, he had never seen a bunny up close before, they weren’t even in his book. Without hesitation, he dashed to the building. Inside the open doorway were pens, each containing little animals. They were adorable, and many other little fillies and colts surrounded the closest pens, some even went inside to pet the little creatures.
Their ears were long, their eyes were like little bright beads, and they had small, fluffy, twitching tails. They were like the wild rabbits in the fields, but they had a softer, more domestic look to them. When he was younger, he would often try to touch the wild rabbits, but to no avail, they were much to fast and sprinted away the moment he saw them. He walked around the building, looking for a pen he could have all to himself. Very faintly, over the chatter of the other children, he could hear a tiny squealing. Alarmed, he ran to the most remote corner of the building.
It was partly in shadow, and nopony was even near it or seemed to notice it was there. He looked inside the pen, but his expression of alarm soon turned into one of amazement. There were two rabbits in the pen, one crouched over the other as they both gyrated quickly. He realized that what was happening before him was just like what happened in his book. He thought this would be a great educational opportunity, but, as he watched, he felt a sensation between his legs. He looked down, confused, to see that his little colt penis was rising into a stiff, upright position.
It was amazing, everything he had read about in his breeding guide was happening right in front of him. For the first time, Filipp was actually excited about animal breeding- all those pictures didn’t seem so static and boring anymore. And now, to top it all off, he had an erection, just like every male animal in that book. It was like he was actually involved. It was like he was… Living the dream.
‘What does it look like?’- That was one query answered, but he still had one more- one he was determined to uncover.
‘What does it feel like?’
Filipp quickly glanced around the room behind him, but, to his relief, everypony was too busy petting fluffy bunnies to notice him. With a tense sigh, he climbed over the pen’s gate. It was as high as his shoulder but, because of his intense labor, he easily pulled himself up and over. Unsure, he turned back once more towards the others. To Filipp’s relief, he was in the shadowed part of the corner- which was to say, the whole pen. Even if the other foals had looked in his direction, they would never see him or the bunnies.
Beside him, the bunnies’ pleasurable squeaking continued. He sat down and, almost involuntarily, lowered his hoof between his legs. Something about the scene before him was exciting, but he couldn’t explain why. Using his hoof, he rubbed up and down his penis, creating a sensation like one he had never felt before. Gradually, the bunnies’ motions grew stronger and their squeaking grew louder, but still not loud enough to hear clearly over the chatter of foals. Suddenly, both bunnies stopped and opened their mouths wide, crying out in pleasure. One or two foals heard the sound and looked over towards the shadowed corner, but they shrugged it off and continued spending time with the other bunnies. The male hopped off of the female and loped over to a dish filled with bunny food.
Without warning Filipp withdrew his hoof from between his legs, got up from his seated position in the wood shavings, and walked over to the female. He was almost unconscious of this decision, but deep inside, he knew he needed an answer to his final question. He reached over with his front hooves and grabbed the female bunny’s back, inching towards her with his hind legs. He was very careful not to scare her as he positioned himself over her body, his penis aligned with the place he assumed her vagina would be- it was hard to see it under all that fur. He gulped, unsure, but his curiosity got the best of him.
Filipp carefully slid his penis into the female’s pussy, hearing her gasp softly. It felt amazing beyond words. It even felt better than his first masturbation, which he just had moments ago. He pushed his colt-hood as far as he could before delivering the first thrust, then another, then another. Now especially, it felt very much as if he were living the dream. He pumped slowly but gradually increased his speed. He let out small gasps as the bunny underneath him began once more to make small sounds of sexual excitement.
Suddenly, something very, very unexpected happened. The male bunny, who had been eating, noticed the sounds and looked over at the two interspecies lovers. Instantly a little pink boner emerged from the fur of the male bunny’s crotch. Immediately he hopped over and reared up against the back of the thrusting colt, inserting his own penis into Filipp’s anus.
Filipp gasped out in surprise. He had never seen this in any of the photographs, the book had never even mentioned it! Shocked though he was, he didn’t attempt to shake the male off. Somehow, thrusting his penis in and out of a vagina, and having the same thing simultaneously happen to his rear end, was, in his opinion, extremely erotic. He thrusted faster, his pleasure increasing at every thrust. Behind and in front of him, he could hear the pleasurable squeaks of mating bunnies. Soon, the pleasure felt like it would explode from him all at once. The female, reaching orgasm, squealed loudly.
He was about to cry out, but, trying to remain secret, he clenched his teeth and let out a thin, restrained whine of pleasure as he ejaculated inside the female. At the same time, the male bunny let out a squeal, ejaculating inside his little pony anus. At once, the three of them collapsed, panting, onto the soft, wood shaving floor. A small white glitter shown from both of Filipp’s flanks. The light dimmed, revealing a white silhouette of a bunny’s face. Filipp, satisfied and exhausted, did not notice.
It had been many years since Filipp Gurgenshloop’s first sexual encounter with bunnies. He was now a young stallion of the age of 22. He had moved out of his parents’ cottage in Horscow country several years ago, where his parents still resided. Filipp sat in the driver’s seat of a van, driving down a gravelly forest path. He was glad he bought it, as they didn’t have this kind of thing when he was a tiny colt. He had bought it several months ago, but still it kept its luster. He heard a squeak come from the back and turned, smiling fondly. The back of the van was wide open with no seats. The floor was covered in shredded newspaper and balsa wood shavings, a few food and water dishes spread about. The shavings stirred as four bunnies humped each other vigorously.
Since Filipp’s first encounter with bunnies, he had dreamed of owning his own, but his parents said no, as many parents do. They had told him it would be too much work, and he had been very disappointed. When he was old enough, he had left home to start his own life, and the first thing he did was look for bunnies of his own. After he moved out, he had started asking other ponies where he could buy domesticated rabbits. Almost every pony had told him that there was a yellow pegasus in Ponyville who had many animals, including bunnies. He had traveled on hoof for three days before he reached Ponyville. After asking the locals, he found out that such a pegasus lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest, they even gave him directions. So he set off, and, before long, he found it.
Filipp Gurgenshloop had tried to speak with her, but she was very shy, and he spent about an hour trying to converse with her before they got anywhere. In the end, she agreed to adopt five bunnies to him, and he chose the horniest ones he could find, two males and three females. His aim was to create his own bunny farm, where he would selectively breed bunnies based on four traits; size, durability, frequency of erection, and speed of thrust. For now, he and the bunnies resided in the van, which was fine. He wasn’t poor, he lived in that van because he had always wanted to travel. It wasn’t a farm, but it was a start. Things were already looking good, as one of the females was pregnant and sleeping contently on the seat beside him.
He made sure to keep her away from the others. He knew that when the babies were born, they would be very fragile, and may get injured by the others’ lustful antics. His intention was to adopt out bunnies with great sexual potential. He wanted all ponies to experience the joy that came from loving a bunny- especially the children. Mr. Gurgenshloop loved children. Sometimes he invited fillies to his van to pet the bunnies, but they always said no.
He was jolted from his thoughts as a loud whimper sounded from the seat next to him. Mr. Gurgenshloop looked over quickly to see the pregnant female panting heavily on the seat. Filled with a mix of both happiness and concern, he pulled over onto the side of the road and turned off the van. The bunny was breathing hard, her furry brown flanks rising and falling in quick succession. He waited for a long time before the first small, wet, pink bundle began to slid out from the mother- then another, and another until there were five babies squirming on the now soaking seat cushion. They squirmed blindly until their mother rolled onto her side and they reached her pink, swollen teats, suckling eagerly.
Mr. Gurgenshloop sighed with relief. All went as planned, but he waited until the baby bunnies were asleep, snuggled into their mother’s warm, thick fur, before starting the van and driving down the road.
Several more months had passed since that first birthing, and since then there had been many more. All the babies were adults now, all 17 of them. Now all 22 rabbits in the van were in the large back end, involved in a huge bunny orgy. For a while now, Mr. Gurgenshloop had been thinking of finding a real house to settle in. Traveling was getting boring but, more importantly, he was running out of room for his bunnies. The front seats were now stained with the fluids of birthings past.
He got harder as he watched them, his penis stiffening into an erect position. He watched the backs of the bunnies rise and fall as they breathed quickly, squealing in sexual bliss. He lowered his hoof down between his thighs and started rubbing his penis up and down. As he gazed at the rabbit orgy, the speed of his clopping gradually increased until he was groaning with each stroke. Soon the pleasure seemed like it would explode from him- and it did, all over the front seats. He sat, satisfied, for a few moments before he reached for the keys and started up the truck.
He drove the truck, passing through town after town until he found himself driving down Canterlot’s central road. He continued down the path until something caught his eye, making him pull over to the side of the dirt road. A large, two story white building loomed in front of him. It had two clear double doors and no windows on the first floor, but what really caught his eye was the sign suck into the ground in front of it. The sign said “For Sale”. Mr. Gurgenshloop’s face lit up with glee. This building was big enough to hold all of his bunnies, and many more! He could even live in the upper floor.
The next day he contacted the real estate agent and made the transactions to buy the building. He spent the next few months furnishing the upper level, buying wood to make bunny pens for the ground level, and replacing the clear doors with tinted black glass.
Mr. Gurgenshloop stood in in the doorway of the building, fondly regarding his hard work as dozens of bunnies had vigorous sex in each paper lined pen. Recently he had bought a video camera and a large TV on a cart. No longer would he have to clop to the hottest matings by memory. He could capture them on film and watch them whenever he wanted! He walked down the corridor of pens and up a staircase in the far corner, stepping into his living room as he reached the top. The walls were white, but the room was decorated in mostly wooden furniture, in the same old style as was used by his family.
The carpet was brown and the windows were half-covered by red drapes. The couch was made of brown polished wood. The surface of the seat cushions was made of tightly woven dried straw, and stuffed with cotton harvested from the fields of Horscow- the same went for the chairs in the kitchen. Though he had not farmed the straw and cotton, Mr. Gurgenshloop had carved and polished the wood, woven the straw, stuffed the cushions, and attached them to the seats. His craftsponyship came from years of learning carving and weaving skills on his parents’ farm.
The TV cart wasn’t in front of the couch, instead it was in a corner on the first floor. He knew there was no way he could get it up the stairs, and he would never consider hiring somepony to move it for him, lest they discover all those horny rabbits humping away in their pens. He didn’t want to risk it, so he left the TV down there.
Since he bought the building, he had also bought himself a new saddlebag. It was hanging on one of the chairs in the kitchen, full of bunny on bunny sex tapes. That was easier to carry, so he kept it upstairs. Finding sex-crazed rabbits was one thing, but if anypony found those tapes, he could possibly be in some trouble. Mr. Gurgenshloop sold baby bunnies to good homes for 5 bits each, and adults for 8. Until recently, however, he had decided that he wouldn’t charge foals for bunnies. When a customer requested a bunny, regardless of that customer’s age, nopony was allowed inside. Nopony ever really thought anything of it; a breeder’s business was a breeder’s business. The customer, instead, would wait outside until Mr. Gurgenshloop returned with a bunny- sometimes one with a specific gender or color, if that was what the customer requested.
After surveying a job well done, he glanced at the clock. It was 4:30; time to feed the bunnies their supper. He turned around and walked down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, he turned to a large bag of food directly by the staircase. He walked around the large room, collecting empty food bowls and balancing them on his back as he returned to the bag. He filled each one by one and placed them on a cart similar to one you would see a waiter pushing at a restaurant. He had to bring the food this way, since it was near impossible to balance full dishes on one’s back.
He pushed the cart along and deposited each dish in a pen. Some of the bunnies ceased their love making to eat, but others ignored the food altogether, too busy with their own intercourse to be hungry at the moment. Soon he was finished, and rolled the cart back against the wall by the bag. Life was good working on the bunny farm. Mr. Gurgenshloop got all the porn he wanted, and nopony knew.
Mr. Gurgenshloop lived happily in his bunny orgy house for many years and now sat at his kitchen table. His brown coat had faded pale over the years, and his mane and tail were gray. Next to him was a small stack of letters, and he opened them one by one.
“Bill,” He muttered, cutting open the envelope and placing the paper on the table. “advertisement,” He threw that one in the recycling bin. He picked up the last one and eyed it closely. “Vat is zis?” He wondered out loud. “A letter?” He read the envelope,
‘To Filipp Gurgenshloop, from Ms. Cheerilee, Ponyville Elementary’. He used his letter opener and cut open the envelope, withdrawing the letter from inside.
“Hello Mr. Gurgenshloop. It is my understanding that you own a bunny breeding facility in Canterlot. I run a school for young foals, and I think they would appreciate it very much if you could come to my school and talk to the class about how your farm is run and how the rabbits are raised. The children love animals, and I think it would be a good experience for them.
Sincerely, Ms. Cheerilee”.
Mr. Gurgenshloop was surprised, he had never expected this. He read it a second time to make sure he had understood.
“Present at a school?” He murmured to himself, a small smile on his face. “A school full of… Fillies?” His grin widened and his irises shrunk quickly until they were little more than black specks, each surrounded by a thin ring of amber. Suddenly he put the paper down on the table and raised his voice so he could be heard throughout the building.
“Bunnies! Get ready, vee are going to make some new tapes!”
