How Does the Old Saying Go?

You are currently reading the latest algorithm you learned from class inside the library until something pokes your arm. It’s a folded piece of paper. You open it up and read the pink marksmanship. ”Can you help me with something?” When you look over, that strange quiet girl from class waiving her hand at you,

”What is it?” you write down on the small piece of paper with your black pen and slide it back.

She scribbles something down and passes it back. You reopen it to read “the meaning of ‘doing it like rabbits’?” The fuck is she going on about?

You look at the paper for a while before realizing what she’s getting at. ”Yes, after school is fine for you?” You wrote down before sending it back. She looks anticipated to what you have to say. She squeals before grabbing her bag and running outside. “The fuck was that about?” You whisper.

School ends, allowing you to walk down the hall and look in an empty room containing that strange girl from the library. She gets all giddy when you open the door and shakes her arms around. You bring out your laptop and turn it on. ”What are you doing?” You connect to the schools router and go on Bing to search for the answer. In the search bar, you type up ‘fuck like rabbits’ and look for the first result.

“There, can I go now?” You ask in a rough tone.

”Um, that’s not what I was expecting.”

“Then what were you expecting?” You ask.

”To go in depth of that meaning?” She shivers out.

“Sure.” She starts to shake as you click a few links. “I don’t think you can go any deeper than ‘having copious amounts of sex’ if that’s what you’re asking.” She seems to be puzzled as you read aloud the description. “Or ‘to fuck/have sex significantly more than normal’ is just that blatant version.” You close the laptop and look at her clueless face.

”I mean, can we get a demonstration?”

“Oh, yeah, not a problem.” She mumbles something in excitement. “But can we do it tomorrow? I have some shit to do at home.” She groans in frustration. “I’ll take it as a yes.”

”Fine….”

You walk down the same hallway while bringing in a cage covered with a sheet. She is inside the same room from yesterday, pacing the floor and saying something. You open up the door and walk inside, causing her to jump. ”Oh, okay, it’s you.” You set the cage on the teacher’s desk and drop your backpack on the side. ”W-what is that?”

“This is Daisy.” You pull off the sheet and show her a female rabbit in the cage.

”But, why did you bring Daisy along with you?”

“To show you that demonstration, where’s Angel?”

”I. uh, he-“ As she mumbles out unorganized words, you see that her backpack is sitting on one of the desks. You walk over and unzip it, letting the little fur ball pop his head out. As you’re about to pick him up, he threatens to bite you. You let a palm out and let him sniff it. When he gets comfortable, you pet him. After the third stroke, you reach down to pick him up and out of the bag. He wiggles around but only to stay in your arm. Just as you are about to zip her backpack, you get a glimpse of what is sticking out.

Right beside a notebook is a box of condoms and a bottle of lotion. That's weird, Angel won’t need this. You zip it back up and put him inside the cage. ”What are you doing, exactly.”

“Showing you a demonstration.” You close the gate and watch them move around. They wiggle their noses before approaching each other. Angel circles her and shows off his tail. He then urinates on her before approaching. “This foreplay is pretty interesting.” Just as expected, she lays down, allowing him to do the deed. He rapidly thrusts her for half a minute before squealing and falling off. Angel sniffs her for some time before doing it again. When you look over to Fluttershy, she looks at you, stumped to what is going on. “Hey you wanted to know how this came up.” The cage rattles around with the sound of Angel squealing once more. He gets up and looks around. Before he is about to do the third one, you open up the cage door and bring him out. “Alright, you get the picture.”

You head back to her bag and put him back in. ”It’s just… not him and….”

“What?”

She seems to be surging with anger. ”We need to do this once more.”

“What about to—“

”YES!” She shouts out.

"Alright, tomorrow it is." You declare.

Ten minutes already passed by. Where the hell could she be? You brought Daisy back to school, just in case if you need to explain even further about this. At least after today, you don’t need to— The door clicks and opens up. “Finally, I was about—“ She appears to be dressed in some sort of bunny sleepwear. “You seem to be enthusiastic about this.” She twirls one of the floppy bunny ears around. You turn back around and look at Daisy. “Anyway, I don’t think we should continue this. If Daisy wasn’t impregnated before, she might be in another session with Angel.”

”This isn’t about them!”

“What are you talking about? They are rabbits, so of course this is all from them.” You ignore a zipping sound and focus on Daisy eating her food. “I’m just concerned about Daisy and her health. If anything we should—“ You look over to see Fluttershy bare in the skin with nothing on. The bunny suit is tossed aside, lying on a desk with her backpack on the ground. You slowly go back to look at Daisy and bring her out. “So, I don’t think Daisy would be ready for this, maybe we should just watch a video or—“ You abruptly move forward and slam on the small cage that is sitting on the desk. Daisy jumps down and hops away to hide right behind Fluttershy’s backpack. You grab the small arms that are wrapped around your waist and pry them off. “What the hell are you doing!?”

She jumps on your back and tries to pull off your shirt from your shoulders. When that fails, she arches over and goes for the bottom of your shirt and pulls. You can’t see jack shit and wiggle around.

You twitch your ears to the sudden sounds of something being slammed to another. What is going on out there? You unzip the bag and see your owner is naked and is on the back of that strange guy from yesterday. You can tell that it is the same guy by that yell. And he is green. Something moves from the sidelines and moves in front of you. It’s that bunny that you fucked yesterday. “What’s going on?” You twitch.

”I’m not sure. The yellow one was wearing something to look like me.” She bobs her head to the side. You see what you assume is a pelt and hop out of the bag.

“She’s crazy.” You inform her.

”Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I pissed on you just to see on how you reacted.”

”Next time, drink more.” You look back to see that she ripped his shirt off. ”Is this how humans mate?”

“I don’t know, but it’s very strange.” You look over to the action. They seem to be yelling at each other for something.

”What are they saying?” Daisy asks.

“I don’t know something about carrots?”

”Oh.”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” You shout out.

”Not yet!” You stumble around until you hit your hip on the side of the teacher’s desk. You lean over and grab your aching hip, while she slides off and grabs the opposite side to pull down your pants. You try to keep it up by holding it with one hand. She tugs on it before grabbing your crotch and tugs on the zipper. You use your other hand to push her away, causing her to bring it down and breaking it. When you get up, you notice that your rabbit is watching from the sidelines. You try to run, but trip with the pants wrapped around your legs.

You have been watching them breed for what it feels like forever. ”How long have they been at it?" Daisy curiously asks.

“Twenty minutes. They are nothing like they were before.” You watch as your owner is resting on the desk while that green guy is still humping her. "I've never seen a female take control and then the male takes over."

"It's strange, but incredible. I suppose we will never learn how they actually work."

As you reach your climax for the third time, you let go of her legs and look at her dumbfounded face. “When I said that you will be getting a lesson, I meant it. Anything else you want to say before I head home to clean up?”

You let go of her hips and back away. You grab your pants from the desk and slip it on. You walk by her and watch as she eyes you. ”Can we have it again next week?” She pants out.

"Damnit Fluttershy...."