Deck The Balls

Dash groaned as she woke up from a long and deserved rest, the few hours of testing out her new favorite magical dick had exhausted her and both her and Shy had crashed on the bed, curled up in each others hooves and fell asleep. She moved around and groaned as she bumped into what she thought was Fluttershy, the mare mountain was hard to move sometimes due to how large and in quiet charge she was. She pressed on the fleshy backside of her mare and groaned as she felt the touch. That was odd. She tried moving and was unable to move much in either direction.

Dash opened her eyes and balked as she took in her overnight growth. She now was probably the most hung pony in all of Equestria, barring any magical shenanigans some horny unicorns or alicorns pulled. Her balls took up the entire room, their weight making the smashed bed she knew she was on nonexistent as the taut sack tried to hold a veritable flood of white. Dash blinked as she had wondered where Fluttershy had gone off to or how the yellow mare hadn't woken up screaming bloody murder. Dash finally found her perched on the tops of her very blue balls- in more than one way- and blissfully unaware that Dash's equipment had blown up to extra unwieldy dimensions.

Dash felt a twitch both to her left and right and her eyes shrunk to pinpricks as she realized why that could be possible, sure she was the most hung pony in all of Equestria- barring a record check- but as two large and incredibly thick pythons of virile masculinity rose to attention, Dash knew she had a problem.

And a quickly growing one at that.

"Fluttershy! Wake up! I kind of have a major issue."

Fluttershy yawned and stretched, patting what she thought was her mattress and rolling down the hill of testicular terrificness. She landed in the valley between Dash's balls and multiple dicks and looked up at the pillars and swooned as a flood of emotions ran through her mind- fear, arousal, hunger, more arousal. Really most of it was her size queen antics that she could usually keep buried coming up for air the moment a massive and completely unfuckable cock entered her sights. Flutttershy could still find a way to get creative as she still could run her body up and down the poles like a flesh condom. A part of her hoped Twilight’s potion still worked so she could stretch her insides over both massive cocks and she could get truly filled up with thick cum like a hot air balloon. "Holy Celestia, Dash this is. . ."

Dash squirmed as the contact of Fluttershy's plush self had activated the beginnings of a quaking orgasm that could destroy the cottage. "Shy, I need to cum. Like a lot and I can't move."

Fluttershy stared at the two massive dicks, unfurling themselves in her bedroom and glanced at the cold winter air that she knew was outside. She weighed her options- option one: literally drown in a cum bath to end all cum baths. Rarity would be exceedingly jealous and it would be the best story for her coming spa day. But glancing at the gurgling orbs that pulsed with life. . .yeah, she'd rather be alive to have way more fun with. . .both of Dash's dongs. The blue balls to end all blue balls aside, she groaned as the other option hit her mind.

Fluttershy flapped her wings and flew as fast as she could to open the windows- the small exits to the world the only way she could think of letting Dash cum without flooding or destroying her whole house.

Fluttershy heard the floor cracking as the blue balls reached unknowable sizes- all she could think of was two large ships breaking through the ice. She was surprised that her floor hadn’t collapsed yet from Dash hefty coin purse.

Dash whimpered as the sheer surface area of her sack meant that she was rubbing against the entire room- myriad orgasms that just fueled her growth hit her all at once, her balls noticeably bouncing as they filled with even more cum. She felt the wall to the stairs collapse as her balls acted like a creature with a mind of its own, crushing all in its wake. It was something out of one of Pinkie’s horror movies and yet it was all Dash.

She would have laughed but the floor collapsed beneath her right before she could, the weighty wrecking balls crushing Fluttershy’s first floor, a wet splat announcing her appearance. Dash shivered as she realized that as she looked down she could see a foot of white- her thick cum- flooding Fluttershy’s living room. She knew she was incredibly- probably magically- backed up as she felt the remains of Shy’s first floor float around her growing testicular tissue.

She was a force of nature and, going by her instincts, only going to get bigger.

She looked up on her perch atop her room sized balls, kicking her useless limbs since she was immobile as she was more dick than pony at this point and her legs had been so short anyway that she hadn't been able to walk in a while. If she hadn’t eaten Pinkie’s muffins she might still be able to amble around but she doubted it. Her balls had grown far too big and she sat atop them just watching the destruction and feeling each growing orgasm like she was getting punched in the gut each and every time.

She looked up above her head by leaning back and letting her whole small body sinkinto the turgid orbs and saw Fluttershy ten feet above her snaking Dash’s dongs through the windows.

Dash felt like she was punched in the gut yet again as the frigid air hit her sensitive flares, the two thick cocks reacting by reaching their full size and ripping off an entire corner of Fluttershy’s roof in the process. Thousands of pounds of wood were flung far into the distance as her dual dongs woke up and showed off their length and girth to the world.

The pillars of meat looked like two large new chimneys, dark blue almost black, the forty foot dicks just dwarfing Fluttershy’s cottage in height.

Dash screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain as her body decided now was a good time to cum again, the muscles needed to release the veritable flood of cum leaving her breathless for thirty seconds.

Dash blacked out as her body just released a winter wonderland upon Fluttershy’s corner of the Everfree Forest- cumshots reaching hundreds of feet in the air before raining down in a torrent. Once the tap was turned on, there was no hope to stop the flood- a winter wonderland of snow already blanketed Fluttershy's grounds but soon a second white fluid flooded the nearby river and still she kept cumming.

Dash swooned as her body was racked by pleasure over and over and all she could think about was Twilight coming in and ruining her fun. Sure, she was unable to move. That sucked balls. But there was some upsides- she couldn't think of them now but she'd figure out something. But no, Twilight would be freaking out about rules and regulations and how she couldn't be more dick than pony. "Still would do this. Why would I listen fully to an Egghead who thinks new books are the pinnacle of living. Ponyfeathers, she probably didn't get laid before being an alicorn. Super virgin powers, activate." Dash laid back on her balls and stared up at the sky. "Would make sense why she spent like two years just making sex potions."

She felt her balls crush the small cottage entirely and as she rose higher and higher into the air, she blithely wondered how colossal she would become.

“Well, Twilight can probably fix this. Maybe.”

***

Twilight cantered towards Fluttershy's place as quickly as her hooves could go. She would have teleported there but if the odd reports of what Dash’s magical dick was like, she’d rather have all her magical reagents, anti-magic or otherwise, to combat whatever nonsense that Dash caused. She quickly penned the first draft of her missive to Celestia in her head as she juggled a veritable mess of potions that could help with this predicament. She could have taken Spike with her to have an extra pair of helping claws but she decided against it- the drake was already asking questions about Rarity, Twilight didn’t need to have another awkward talk about dragon biology so soon.

She walked up the crest of the hill that denoted the furthest reaches of what could be termed the outskirts of Ponyville. She sat there for a brief moment as she was, for once, actually unable to understand what she was looking at. Sure, she knew what a penis looked like in books and could scientifically name every part that made stallions and mares different due to sexual dimorphism and the ways gestation affected sexual characteristics. She could easily prepare a scientific paper upon what she was looking at- but the scale of Dash’s. . .for lack of a better term. . .magical fuck up was a lot.

She had expected Dash to completely break every rule of her potion- Twilight knew Dash well- but her prediction of final size projections was a relatively massive, if manageable, penis and balls, not a penis the size of a small skyscraper in Canterlot and balls that were larger than the remains of the cottage they sat in. Twilight would actually be impressed if she couldn’t see the blinding magical radiation that told her that Dash’s size wasn’t at all stable.

She’d rather tell Celestia about a funny story where Rainbow Dash might have, tangentially or not, learned a lesson. Not a horror story headline where uncontrollable magic potion use took out Ponyville and the lesser Canterlotian area as they got smothered by blue balls, Dash's dicks snaking out like thick roots as they crushed all in their path. If Twilight didn't stabilize the constantly cumming cojones, they would not stop since whatever Dash did in her hubris had completely destabilized Twilight's work.

Twilight grimaced as she watched the growing lake of cum in front of her lap against the hill she was standing on. “And I also have to figure out how to stop an ecological disaster due to the transitive nature of potions. I bet Fluttershy wouldn’t be glad about woodland creatures with life altering sexual characteristics. . .”

She groaned and got to work. As Celestia’s favorite student, newest alicorn, and Bearer of Magic it fell to her to make this right.

"If Dash says 'would' the moment I get up there and ask if she would do this again, I'm going to lose my everloving mind. Twilight crossed her hooves and hoped the small pegasus had learned some sense in this horrible farce. Though the last twenty times she had done something like this, Dash had always said the same exact word when she asked- 'would.'

"She's hopeless." Twilight sighed and quickly teleported to the crest of the nuts. She had a lot to talk to Dash about. The pegasi's future prospects of mobility being one of them.

***

Spitfire stared at Rainbow Dash. She had seen the small mare only a few weeks ago- she had a message from the crown to allow Dash time to adjust- and had signed off on her vacation days all those weeks ago with a deft pen stroke. Spitfire tapped a faint rhythm on her desk as she tried to collect her words. It wasn't every day she was rudely woken up by a Celestia missive to warn her about "magical mishaps" and "potion overdoses". Honestly Spitfire had thought it was some of that spam messages that her cadre of 'Bolts complained about- penis growth pills, money scams, weird gems that made things bigger, gold buying opportunities, Kirin Princess scams. The normal annoying stuff you just send to the garbage.

She had expected Dash to be in rehab for her sheer alcoholism. Not whatever nonsense was sitting right in front of her now.

But no. Dash left her view pushing like a hundred and twenty sopping wet. Looking at her current weight- with gravity spells and the like going and compression shorts so, as the team doctors so graciously put it "so Dash can fit in normal society as much as her condition allows."- Rainbow Dash sat in front of her with the biggest outfit she could get tailored looking painted on and still the tailors had to use another extra large outfit to create a respectable hammock for her sexual equipment. Dash looked like a fifty pound piece of shit in a five pound bag. Like it looked obscene, felt obscene, and probably broke like ten obscenity laws just by having the blue pegasus in her office.

"Explain to me how this shit happened, so help me Celestia, in the plainest way possible. And quick before I decide you are too large to fly."

Dash tapped her hooves together ever so carefully. It had been a weird few weeks ever since her potion overdose. And Twilight had spent boring hours explaining in excruciating detail that due to the potion overdose, the muffin prank, Fluttershy's failed attempt to get her condition stable, and the hours long rutting session that followed- all those things did a number on her physiology. “Twilight had to give me a few. . . a lot of muscle potions to alleviate this.” Dash awkwardly flexed her muscles, her body now closer to a world class bodybuilder than her normal lithe self.

Her lycra outfit bulged and strained to contain her new normal. If it wasn't her sexual tyrannosaur between her legs weighing her down, it was her new inflated musculature that made it slightly more difficult to move. She would have to apologize to Bulk Biceps the next time she saw the stallion- having big muscles was difficult in its own way. Dash had resigned herself to be a medical freak of nature the moment Twilight said her body wasn't going back to normal.

It was either hurt her aerodynamics even when compressed down to this obscene looking frame since even with compression, her bulge and easily noticeable double dongs took up most of the area in front of Spitfire’s desk. . . .which was halfway across the room- her still relatively small legs packed with dense muscles squished the sensitive sack as she tried to stay calm. She was winning the "Largest Cocks in Equestria" prize even when as small as medical and magical science allowed.

“Even wearing special compression underwear from Rarity makes it still difficult to fly. Though it is still better than my balls alone being larger than a cottage. It's fine. Unwieldy but completely stable and this time it’s stuck. Twilight tried to make it easier to walk but it didn’t take. It’s hard to induce extra height by actually forcing second puberty without having the normal puberty side effects. And draining myself every few hours sucks, but new normal I guess. Being way stronger tan before has its downsides- the strength required to lug this thing around makes opening doors a bit of an issue. A bit too much hoof pressure and I'm putting my hoof through a steel door by accident." She hadn't meant to figure out how ill equipped the world was for her newfound strength. . .

Pinkie had appeared behind her to apologize for her Pinkie Prank the day after Dash got the final muscle potion from Twilight and well. . .things got out of hoof. She had tossed the hyperactive mare in shock since she hadn't expected a surprise party or Pinkie just appearing out of thin air like the pink mare tended to do. Pinkie had walked off the aftermath like it just didn't happen. A part of Dash wondered how that was actually possible. With how far the pink pony flew. . .through entire houses and most of Sweet Apple Acres West Orchard before the mare skidded painfully to a stop. . .she should have been far more dead than alive. Twilight had just stared at Pinkie's comically bandaged self in the hospital- the pink mare commenting that 'this gives me an idea for Nightmare Night. . .mummy costume' and chalked the whole accident up to Pinkie being Pinkie. The alicorn had learned not to question Pinkie's unknowable hardiness, Pinkie Sense, or incredible appetite- only madness and pain followed those queries. "Still there's upsides. You know the average stuff. I stand out more. I look technically taller. The sex I already mentioned. So all in all, I'd do it again.“

Spitfire pushed down her sunglasses and sighed. “Well we’ll have to test how quick you still are- even with that- you still are one of the better Wonderbolts out of the new batch.”

Dash silently pumped her hoof, her bicep swelling in response to the simple movement as her Wonderbolt outfit stuggld to contain her.

“Doesn’t mean you aren’t functionally an idiot. I mean not even Soarin’ would do something this stupid and his brain is more pie filling than common sense. Just means the failed recruits were either dumber than you or not cut out for the job. In short, I didn't give you a compliment. We can't have our formations be negatively impacted by all of. . .that.”

Dash awkwardly saluted. “Won’t let you down, Captain. I’ll work like twice as hard. . .three times. . .to show that this won’t impact me again.”

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Dismissed.” Spitfire watched Dash waddle out of the room, one leg in front of the other until she reached the door. Dash looked at the small door and sighed as she pushed a singular testicle through and dragged the other behind her in an attempt to fit in a world unequipped for her now. Dash was too large for single doors without some angling of her equipment now- and waited for her newest ‘Bolt mess close the door behind her. She waited for a few more minutes before she was sure Dash was gone. She wasn't sure how fast Dash got around now and she had an image to maintain. “Okay, Soarin’ you can come out now.”

A long breath came from between Spitfire’s thighs. “Finally, I didn’t think you’d ever finish giving her a piece of your mind.” Soarin’s head popped up and stared at his mare. “Though setting sex time between meetings doesn’t always work, my raging inferno. While I love having your thighs crush my head to keep me quiet, I almost lost consciousness there.”

Spitfire sighed. “So what do you suggest I do with Rainbow? A circus sideshow? Cut her entirely?” Spitfire was of two minds- cutting the Bearer of Loyalty even if she was a bit dumb looked bad. Having a mare more cock and balls than pony didn't make the 'Bolts look great. "Seriously, what do we have to do with all the doors? Put double doors in so Dash doesn't get stuck?" That wasn't a hypothetical question since the blue pegasus had already gotten stuck in the communal bathrooms her first day back and the only sane option had been to knock out the wall. They could have called for a skilled unicorn to teleport her safely out, but the 'Bolts already had an image problem and the rumor mill would eat that up.

“Well she still can fly better than the average Pegasus which is saying something. What was her condensed weight even with all the magic bullshit she’d kitted out with? Like nine hundred pounds? I d give her a medal for being able to lift off or land on clouds. I mean shit didn't the doctors say she has a better wingpower than before? She's a beast of a 'Bolt.”

He didn’t want to be too excited but she was his sister. He had to be somewhat proud of her. At least he was less weird about Dash than their parents. Mom and Dad were both losing their minds over how special this made Dash. Something about Dash being the biggest deal in Equestria since sliced bread. He just saw this as yet another dumb thing that his much younger sister did to show off damn the consequences.

He wondered if Spitfire knew his family situation. She had his medical records and Dash’s and yet she acted as if they weren’t related at all. They were- Dash was his little sister who was doted on by his parents.

He chalked it up to Spitty’s professional demeanor and her workaholic nature making any real hope to crash and burn her idealized idea of his family life nearly impossible. . .and he just didn’t have the heart to mention why he was so very good at getting Dash to follow rules and regulations. He'd tell Spitfire eventually. He had to one day take her to a family holiday. Mom and Dad were pretty insistent on meeting his marefriends. Especially one that lasted this long.

Spitfire nodded. “Yeah. Dash is good, but I can’t just go and put her in most of the Wonderbolt performances- most of them involve children or commemorate national holidays. She's pretty much a walking liability or lawsuit the moment some concerned parent thinks their little colt or filly had their first sexual awakening cause they saw a cock the size of a national monument do tricks. Two of them to be exact.”

Soarin’ shrugged. “You keep saying you want to have adult fly by performances- have her star in those. I mean she would be a massive draw. And you and I both know the weather services would murder each other for her productivity. Ponyville has her cum tanks on lock for the next time they need a blizzard or rainstorm.”

Spitfire grimaced. “Celestia damn it. You mean use her like a weather cow? Tie her up to a milking machine for like possibly forever to seed clouds? That seems problematic.“

Soarin’ giggled. “I mean you did that to me for like three months when I found a few giga gems. What is the sexy Spitfire becoming prudish in her old age? What did you say when you found me in a similar predicament. . .I quote, "wish that I could lock you in a barn and milk you until I become pregnant and then swim in a lake of cum?”

Spitfire blushed. “I was in my early twenties and you were the first stallion I decided to mate with. And I thought your dick would explode if I didn't milk your-" Spitfire blushed and let the silence reign supreme for a moment. "It was a difficult. . .whatever, it was different. No. It just seems like a bad idea. And Rainbow would have to agree with the proposal and that sounds like a hassle.”

Soarin’ laughed. “I doubt that’s going to be an issue, Dash loves showing off- just say it’s for a competition or a world record and she’ll jump at the chance. Fire Streak had her eat fifty ghost peppers on a dare just by saying that it was impossible. She did it. And then subsequently had to get her stomach pumped so she wouldn't die. Dash isn't an idiot, she's just gullible. You draft up the "Adults Only Shows" and I'll convince her its a good idea."

Spitfire groaned. "Sometimes I wonder what we even fucking do here."

Soarin' smiled. "Community outreach, search and rescue, and training. If you think this was a dumb idea, imagine Dash being our fire hose. She could totally take out a massive fire or two easily with her retractable double dongs. . ." Soarin' raised an eyebrow. "Rainbow Dash. . .Cumming to Save the Day."

Spitfire rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh, she wasn't going to let Soarin' break her composure. She had an image to maintain and pushing back on his more harebrained schemes let the Wonderbolts have an even keel. Even if the image of Dash putting out a fire with her newly added equipment was funny. "Fine, but these are going to be above board. No funny business- and Dash gets a cut of the profits for retirement or else this feels exploitative. . .like how would she live when she’s like sixty?" She grumbled as she penned a plan to show off their largest pegasi member ever. Spitfire quickly jotted down ideas for addendums in the rules so this would be a one off mess to clean up. She didn't want "a Wonderbolt member with a cock the size of a house" to become commonplace. It just looked bad enough that every single tabloid paper thought all the Wonderbolts did was have orgies.

Those were team building camps Celestia damn it, not orgies. Sure there were also orgies, but it was the perception of the thing.

Spitfire sighed. "This is going to be a mess."

"This is going to be fun, Spitty." Soarin' held a wingtip to his fiery mare's lips. "Now let us get back to business. My meeting is about to start."

Spitfire rolled her eyes. "You didn't-"

The light blue stallion held up Spitfire's personal calendar and pointed at a hastily scribbled note in his terrible hoofwriting. "Nuh uh. Says right here. Soarin'. Twelve thirty sharp. Well I think it says that. I wrote the damn thing and I actually can barely make it out. Huh maybe those dumb doctors are right- I need my eyes checked."

Spitfire shrugged. "Maybe. But if you do, I pick out the glasses. You have terrible taste- in pies and fashion."

"I'll have you know banana creme is a perfectly good pie. It's better than your pecan pie. Who likes that? Ponies eat the filling not for the pecans, but the sweet inner sugary middle." The two Wonderbolts devolved into a fit of laughter as they both took their place upon Spitfire's desk. "Anyway, I prefer this pie the most anyway." Soarin' ran his tongue up Spitfire's inner thigh. "Yet its the only one I can't have in a pie eating contest. The organizers all say that eating Spitfire Pie is obscene." He grinned as he laid his head on Spitfire's trim middle. "Dunno why."

Spitfire rolled her eyes as her stallion dug in. He may be an idiot, but he was her idiot. And he was a clever, cunning linguist. At least she was glad that being the Captain of the Wonderbolts came with one little office perk- soundproofed walls.

***

Fluttershy ran through her bevy of tasks to do today. Feed the animals, corral all the wildlife, try and figure out the new living arrangements for her and Rainbow. She smiled as she walked through her new and improved cottage- all rather similar to her old living arrangements- she was both a creature of habit and polite. She had shot down all of Rarity's and Applejack's offers to increase the square footage of her quaint little cottage to ridiculous degrees- a third floor, double the space, an entire three other buildings to help with the animal sanctuary she hoped to build one day. She had agreed to at least allow more square feet in her cottage- Rainbow was built like a caricature of a sports athlete now.

She smiled ever so briefly as she let her mind wander. The new look of her small pegasus took some getting used to in their sleeping arrangements. Fluttershy had spent years upon years being the big spoon. Fluttershy giggled as she remembered that she still was a head or two taller than her blue partner. Just Rainbow was a teensy bit wider than her in a few areas. Still this was the best the yellow Pegasus had slept in years- all it took was perching on Dash’s sack and curling up like a cat. It was the best water bed she could find.

And her large backyard let Dash take off her compression bra- and that always led to more. . .

She breathed out and counted to ten. It wasn't the time for her to get lost in thought.

"Okay so first the new arrivals, then check up on the rest of them." She lifted a few buckets of milk graciously donated from the Apple Farm and began her trek outside. Dash's penile rampage and "snowstorm" hadn't destroyed the local ecosystem. Twilight had luckily fixed most of the reversible damage.

She watched a bevy of bunnies run through the snow towards their way to newly furnished burrows.

No, the opposite had happened. There had been a massive baby boom for her corner of the Everfree. As AJ so tactfully put it when Twilight had stumbled over her words when she pulled out every fact and figure ever known to ponykind- it was "a magical fuckstorm of mega proportions" and, well, Fluttershy had to agree.

She did feel rather horrible about it since it had been her idea to give Dash a huge penis. She absently rubbed her middle and smiled. She wasn't knocked up yet, though it wasn't from lack of trying. She hummed to herself as she imagined come the Spring thaw, she'd be as gravid as some of these newly expectant animals. She knew her base instincts and having the largest two phalli to herself. . .and her natural love of foals. . .she knew sooner or later she'd expect a few foals of her own.

Of course Dash would have to agree first. But the blue pegasus would probably agree to that in a flash.

Fluttershy's daydream of an army of foals was broken by an insistent jackhammer of a rabbit paw above her head. "Sorry, Angel, I got distracted." She looked up in her peripheral vision and saw her rabbit's angry face and quick gesticulations to show that yes, he was very upset about the whole operation.

"I was going to get to you soon, dear."

Angel crossed his paws and huffed.

"I have to deal with all the small ones first though." She raised an eyebrow. "And you know most of those are bunnies. From a certain bunny 'stud' if you will."

Angel looked away and stared at the house, his stance firm and wide. He had to as his peach sized balls squished together as he tapped his feet on Fluttershy’s head. He sat there silently, but Fluttershy had raised the small rabbit from birth and so she knew when the temperamental bunny was bashful- and decidedly proud- about his accomplishments. He quickly chittered some noncommittal answer that it was fine that his owner was tending to his nestlings. He slid down Fluttershy's back as fast as he could- still rather quick all things considered since his sexual equipment now dwarfed the small rabbit even when soft. He nestled into the small of Fluttershy's back and gazed upon his domain. Dash had snidely teased the poor rabbit that 'finally his dick matched his shitty temperament.’

Fluttershy had to break up the ensuing fight as Angel had gone for Dash's eyes while chittering about if he was that bad what did that house sized dick say about her. Fluttershy had said nothing to keep the peace though a small part of her, while enjoying Dash's new hyper maleness, had to wanly agree that maybe Angel had a teensy tiny point.

Fluttershy sighed. The newly enhanced bunny carrot hadn't been Angel's fault- it was just one unlucky rabbit in the wrong place. Angel had gone to sleep right in his place in her cottage and had in his angry words and gestures, 'woken up in a flood of white and had nearly drowned from the mate's flood and had survived by scrambling for high ground' Which were Dash's balls.

Cue one angry, soaking wet bunny with a newly mega enhanced package.

"Angel, I'm going to have to keep my eye on you." The new bunnies were rather cute, if slightly too much like their buck. There hadn't been any major attacks but not for lack of trying. They were each the size of her hoof or smaller currently and yet they had the hearts of lions. She had to put them in their own enclosure just to cut down on the evil scheming and bullying of the other animals- especially the new bears. Harry already had words about Angel's new brood. It was just another issue on her list that she would need to disentangle sooner or later. “We're going to have to make sure you have a breeding program or something so we don't impact the Everfree Forest too much. Bunnies are one thing. Even if they are temperamental. But we don't know how Twilight's potion works on animals besides giving them. . .larger. . .equipment." Fluttershy breathed out. "There's the fear of crossbreeding- magical stuff like this probably doesn't care all too much about pure genetics."

Angel shrugged. He very much didn't give a hoot about magical nonsense. That was for that snooty smart owl or even the smarmy cat he didn't care for. He didn't care about the laws of ponies about how it was 'immoral' or 'not a very good thing' even if he would face the wrath of a thousand Stares from his owner. He was given this huge cock by providence and a near death experience- he was going to use it to the fullest and bunnies would whisper his name down generations in awe of his prowess. He would found dynasties of bunny dens that would last forever. He lazed about and stroked his bunny battering ram and grinned. Think about the possibilities. Bunnies of all shapes and sizes and strains. He hummed to himself and wondered what a bunnicorn could be. If a bunnicorn could even exist. He would be the first to find out and confound the stupid magic horned one and her stupid owl. The Everfree was his and he was its Bunny King. He happily chittered away about bunny world domination. . .

"Angel, you are as bad as Dash sometimes."