Silence, save the whisper of my quick, small breaths.
It's another peaceful morning at Fluttershy's. I'm lying in my warm and cozy bed, which is situated in Fluttershy's bedroom, daydreaming in a hazy half-sleep; it's my home within a home. My nose twitches incessantly, always seeking new scents, especially the dangerous or delicious. My long ears rest against the soft white cushion, picking up every little noise that wafts in through the open window, carried on the warm spring breeze.
My left ear twitches, rotates as it picks up a notable sound. It's Fluttershy's voice. One of my duties, not necessarily agreed upon or known about by her, is to keep tabs on her at all times to make sure she is tending to my needs.
Being a rabbit can be pretty hard.
"How can I help you?" I hear her say sweetly.
The voice that replies is one that I am unfamiliar with, an untrusted one, and my eyes immediately spring open as I am jarred to sudden full awakeness. "Hey there, Miss Fluttershy," says a presumably male pony, "do you remember us? The cum bucket challenge?" I hop out of my bed and dart over to the window, leaping up to the windowsill, then look down from my second story vantage point. Oh no. There are several of them. Stallions, untrusted strangers, talking to the one who feeds me.
"I, um... yes. How could I forget?" she says so softly that if I didn't know her so well, I wouldn't have known exactly what she said, but my mind is now trained to fill in the blanks. I've spent years listening to her gentle voice, countless nights cradled in her lap while having sweet reassurances whispered quietly into my ears until I slept.
"Well, a pony who wants to remain anonymous tagged one of your pets here," the stallion says with a hoof behind his head rubbing at his neck.
"What?!" Fluttershy yelps. This gets my attention. I don't know what this cum bucket challenge is, but Fluttershy seems to, and she doesn't seem pleased. "No! I refuse. It was one thing when it was me, but I can't let you do that to my animals." This makes me smile. Yeah! You tell that scary stranger!
"You know it's for a good cause. And, well, due to the, uh... oddity of the request, the boys and I have agreed to triple our normal donation to the AIDS research fund for this challenge. We'll encourage everypony else to do the same." I see them all nod behind him.
To my horror, Fluttershy pauses. I can't see her face because she's facing away, but I know she's biting her lower lip in consideration. My hind leg thumps once against the wooden windowsill, loudly. Tell them off! Send them packing! Screw their... whatever bucket challenge thing!
"Well... it is for a good cause..." she says. My heart sinks. Oh no. "Which animal was... um... tagged?"
"That would be Angel Bunny," he says. My leg thumps again automatically, and I am annoyed, then outraged, then somewhat relieved. Whatever this challenge thing is, surely Fluttershy will still say no. If she could tell me no when I asked for the perfect dessert salad, she can surely tell this group of undesirables the same.
"Let me... let me think about it. Can you give me ten minutes?" My eyes widen. She turns away and walks to the house, and below me, I hear the front door open. "Angel! Angel bunny! Are you awake?" I expel the air from my lungs in a small huff and hop down from the windowsill, then run out of the room and down the stairs.
Fluttershy smiles when she sees me and holds both forelegs out welcomingly, lightly flapping her wings to keep from falling forward. I hop up and into her loving embrace, making pleading little groans and growls. Please don't make me do whatever this thing is! I don't like it and I don't like them!
"Angel, can you do something for me?" she asks. I shake my head immediately. "Oh, but you don't even know what it is! Please?" I shake my head again. She pets my head comfortingly in a way that only she knows how to do, and I melt into her hoof like warm butter. All of the world's problems fade away like birds flying into heavy fog. Everything else ceases to matter, to even exist as far as I'm concerned, as her loving strokes become my new existence and my eyes drift closed.
"Good Angel Bunny. Could you please help me out? I'll give you an extra cherry tonight," she says, the voice drifting over me like a balmy wave of summer heat. I nod, only dimly aware of a small bunny in the back of my mind, locked in a cage and pounding its front paws desperately against the wire mesh door. This pony, whose hoof presently gives my life purpose, needs my help and I will do anything for her; that scared, caged little rabbit can just crawl in a hole and die for all I care.
Reality crashes back into me as her hoof goes away. The cage door shatters into a hundred brittle shards, and in an instant, the locked-away Angel explodes outward and I am again fully in control of my thoughts.
"Oh, thank you! Everything will be okay, I promise," Fluttershy says, squeezing me in a tight embrace. Oh no. I don't know what I've agreed to. But, despite her initial refusal, she is telling me that it will be okay. She may not be perfect, but I trust her, so I decide not to go back on my promise that I've just made. I'll do the challenge, and it will be okay. She will be proud of me. "Come on, let's go outside."
I follow her, hesitant but willing to give the strangers a chance. As we pass through the door, I see them and count them – ten total. The stallions are standing in a circle next to the small bridge that spans the babbling creek, talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers that sound respectful rather than secretive.
"Hey, everypony," Fluttershy says. They turn toward us and greet her back, forming a wide semicircle.
"You owe me ten biii-its," I hear one whisper under his breath, a pleased singsong, quiet enough that Fluttershy certainly didn't catch it.
"So, shall we get started?" the apparent leader asks. I gulp, looking up at Fluttershy. She nods. "Alright, boys, get to jerkin'!"
In a confusing flurry of activity, a metal bucket gets placed down, and hooves reach under barrels to prod and rub at sheaths. From my low-to-the-ground position, I see their penises emerge and enlarge as they all begin stroking themselves there, except two who reach under each other to fondle the other as they share a kiss. The whole affair makes me tilt my head, but the new angle reveals no hints about just what I am looking at.
Fluttershy is blushing furiously, but not looking away. I can smell the faint scent of arousal on her, like when she goes to spend the night with Harry in his cave. I shake my head and stare, but I still just don't know what it is I am looking at. One moans, which prompts a couple others to moan in reply. Large meaty shafts rest on sharply upward-curved fetlocks, cradling and caressing the turgid lengths. Their moans become more frequent, a chaotic concert of pleasured sounds that fill the air, floating through the otherwise peaceful demesne and tainting it with a bothersome din.
One stallion emits a particularly sharp cry and he does an awkward three-legged shuffle to the bucket. A thick jet of creamy semen bursts forth from his twitching member, striking the inside of the metal pail with a muted metallic ping. He produces a surprising amount of seed before it slows to a drip, and he steps away with a satisfied grin. Then another stallion soon follows suit, emptying his essence into the bucket. Then another, and another, surprisingly timely with their orgasms, as if they have a practiced routine. And eventually the last one empties himself shamelessly into the smelly container with a low grunt and gentle splash. It seems to be more than half full of the vile fluid.
My anxiety has returned. I can't imagine what my role in all of this will be, and the events of the past fifteen minutes have done nothing to allay my fears – fears that I'm only keeping at bay with the constant reminder that Fluttershy said it will be okay.
The leader stallion approaches her and rests a hoof on her withers. It's the same hoof that only minutes ago was pumping his sweaty stallionhood.
"Remember, it's for a good cause. And nothing that a quick bath won't fix," he says in a gentle and reassuring tone. She nods with worry in her eyes.
"Alright, Angel," she says with a smile that I don't believe. I force myself to trust it. "Do you want a cherry?"
I perk up. I love cherries! I nod excitedly, forgetting the situation around me for a moment. She disappears into the house and is surprisingly quick to return with the treasured snack in her hoof. She sets it on the ground and I am on it, quick as lightning. I bite into it, a delightful blend of sweet and tart, firm and juicy. Bliss. My ear swivels as a stallion speaks, paying him a fraction of my attention, only just enough to hear his words.
"As we all know, AIDS is a horrific disease, and Equestria has suffered enough at its hooves. With the tip of this bucket, we continue our war on it, and pledge to put an end to it forever by donating fifty... er, a hundred and fifty bits each, to the AIDS Research Institute, and spreading our message to ponies all around Equestria!" he says. There is a cheer of agreement.
Half the cherry is devoured, and I flip it over to start on the other half. There's a metal clink behind me, and my ears both turn toward it, but I'm still focused on the snack. Just as I open my mouth, a deluge of warm goop splashes me from behind, drenching me in its rancid scent. I freeze for a fraction of a second as my mind processes what happened, but only long enough to know that I don't like it.
I run.
Aimless, vision blurred by stinging ooze and tears, I flee, my only destination being away. I hear Fluttershy say something, but my ears, angled back as they were, have become clogged by... it, and I can't understand her, nor do I care to. I only want distance.
Away. Away from them, away from the danger, away from the disgust, from the hurt and betrayal and how could she do this to me?
Semen sloughs off of me, but not enough. It's still there in my ears and eyes and my mouth and nose, choking me as I breathe it in in my panic. I sneeze violently, but I keep running.
Fluttershy, why is it in my nose?
I enter the Everfree Forest, muddy brown blurs of tree trunks only clear enough to be able to avoid them as my flight continues. A wall of green emerges in front of me and I decide to push through it, leaping at it, head lowered like a battering ram. I do not emerge from the other side. Creepers, thin and strong, catch me and I soon find myself tangled among them, holding my legs and neck.
I growl and try to bite at them, but my movement is too limited to reach them. My growls become helpless whimpers as I struggle in vain, and soon I am crying. My panicked state is slowly replaced by a deep hurting, a wound that may never heal, caused by the only one I trust. Betrayal. She told me it would be okay. Why did she tell me it would be okay? This is not okay.
It's matting my fur, still dripping off of me in long strands. It's between my toes, slick and unwelcome. It's in my tail, the normally pristine ball of floof now a ratty clump of hair and coagulated mucuslike slime. It's everywhere; invasive and unwanted. The horrible stench of it seeps into my fur, seemingly oozing its way beneath my skin and tainting my very soul with its inescapable stink.
I retch and sob, suspended inches from the ground by the dark green tendrils. My tears come and fall uselessly to the soil below, eyes burning with pain. I don't know how long I cry, but it feels like eternity to me as I spend the time asking why. Why did she lie? Why did those strangers (I knew I couldn't trust them!) do this to me? No answers come. Only more why.
Eventually I can cry no more, and my body calms down. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of the trees above me, then it stops, and there is silence.
Silence, save the whisper of my quick, small breaths.
