At It Like Rabbits

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Carrot and Stick
Opal's Essence
Man's Best Friend

Carrot and Stick

You moseyed up the dirt track to Fluttershy's cottage, hair slicked back, wearing a smart-casual ensemble Rarity had made for you, carrying a bouquet of varied flowers. You glanced at your wrist before remembering for the dozenth time that week that your watch hadn't been transported with you on that faithful night many months ago. You used to take it everywhere, and old habits die hard. The spell that had flipped your world upside-down had caught you after a shower, so when the wayward magical portal dumped you on Equestria's doorstep (thanks again, Twilight), you had been left in nothing but your boxer shorts. Still, the ponies here had been kind, and now you had a house, a few sets of clothes, and even a job at Sweet Apple Acres for the time being. It was temporary work, meant to help you get on your feet, but you greatly appreciated it.

Still, of all the ponies here, one had been kinder than all the others. One had welcomed you with open arms... er, hooves, instead of treating you with suspicion like so many of the others did at first. And it may help your opinion of her that she was pretty fucking cute. Even by pony standards.

As you walked, lost in a stupor of fuzzy feelings, you soon found yourself at her door. You and her made these little rendezvous now and then. You'd chat, drink tea, and help her out a little with her work looking after the animals. But today would be different. For better or for worse. You gulped, looking down at your gift with your heart in your mouth. Okay, it's now or never, I guess...

Knocking three times fast, you close your eyes in anticipation, unable to bear the wait which might as well have been hours or even days. But sure enough, before long, you heard the creaking of the old wooden door swinging open, and you shot your shot.

Fist outstretched, clenched with flowers in hand, you forced the words out of your mouth quickly to kill your soaring nerves. "I've been wanting to tell you that I... I think you're really special, and I'd be honored if you accepted these, um, please!"

There was a short pause, during which your heart remained static and frozen. Then, finally, words graced your ears.

"Whatever, dude. Thanks, I guess."

Your eyelids rushed upward like there was a deadline.

Before you was not the sweet little yellow pony you were expecting, but instead a big, snow-colored bunny. Except it wasn't a bunny, he was some sort of twisted abomination. Humanoid, even. His legs were thick and his knees jutted forward a fair ways; he was plantigrade, walking on giant feet with five claws sticking out of his toes. His torso was lean, and easily the most human-looking part of him, while his head still sported the typical bunny nose, whiskers, and oversized ears. Was this some sort of hybrid? Did he wander out the Everfree? Or maybe some other spell had brought him from a different world? Your mind began racing, but was grounded to a halt by the creature's next action.

He leaned his head back slightly, before swinging it down and taking an almighty chomp of your flowers, his buck teeth making short work of the plants, beheading most of them in a single fell swoop. He jutted his head up again, chewing absentmindedly with stems sticking out of either side of his mouth.

This set you off, your anger at the creature quickly outpacing your initial confusion at the situation you found yourself presented with. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing? I got those for-"

"Angel?" a heavenly voice rang out, as its owner soon emerged from the other room.

"Fluttershy..." you finished wistfully.

She quickly trotted up to the doorway, looking happy to see you, but also rather distracted.

"Oh, you're here," she began, bringing a hoof to her mouth. "I'm so sorry! I forgot all about our plans for this afternoon. I've had quite a morning, I'm afraid," she finished, hanging her head a little in shame, eyes closed. That tugged on your heartstrings right away.

"Oh, no no, it's fine, I was just stopping by like normal when I, I met..." you trailed off lamely, pointed a finger uncertainly at the big dopey bunny who stood between you. By now he was finishing his impromptu meal, head tilting back as he sucked in the wayward stems that had escaped his jaws, before swallowing heavily. His performance was capped off with an ungodly belch that made you and the butter-colored mare wince, while nature's favorite abomination stood there proudly, patting his belly.

"Oh, you've already talked with Angel, then?"

Her words made you recall what she had said moments before - when she arrived, she was calling out for her pet. But... it couldn't be, right?

"Hold on, are you trying to tell me that this, uh... thing... is actually-"

"Angel?" she cut in. "Yes, I'm afraid so."

The poor pegasus sounded worn out. With how demanding her little monster could be when he was barely two feet tall and didn't have opposable thumbs, you shuddered to think about how she had been coping with him like this.

"You see, he and I had kind of a, um, a f-fight, I suppose, and Discord was there. He turned Angel into... this," she said as curtly as possible, gesturing to the rabbit, "To help him express himself. So we could understand each other better, I t-think. And then he kind of, uh," her voice was getting shakier, but this wasn't unusual for Fluttershy, who buckled at the social pressure of having to explain any sort of negative situation, "Teleported away. He hasn't been back, so I've just been going about my day as normal, as best I can, and trying to make sure little Angel here is h-happy."

'Little' may have been true once upon a time, but it certainly was not now. He stood a few inches taller than you, though he his upper half was lithe in contrast to his bulky thighs, no doubt a carryover of the bunny's old form. He was built for running, after all. He gave the two of you a look that was about half-way between disdain and boredom.

"Flutters, I'm hungry, get me some carrots," he said matter-of-factly.

Her eyes went wide. "Oh, o-of course, one moment please. Come on in Anon, make yourself at home, and do excuse the mess. I'll be with you as soon as I can."

Your anger at the characteristic rudeness of her companion was placated by the warmth in your chest that sprung up at the mention of your name. Okay, so Angel was big and could talk and he was kind of a jerk. You looked down at your hand full of half-stems. Okay, a massive jerk. You came here for a reason, and he wasn't going to get in your way. This was a minor setback at best.

"Thanks, Fluttershy," you smiled at her in a way you hoped was reassuring. She returned the smile, before dashing off to the kitchen. Tossing your ruined flowers by the door, you went to step inside, but noticed that the lumbering bunny was not making any moves to get out of your way, so you had to awkwardly side-step over him. Jackass, you thought.

As you made your way into Fluttershy's living room, you immediately noticed what she had meant by 'mess'. It looked like some kind of storm had hit the place. There was remnants of animal food everywhere, furniture was upturned, and the wallpaper was ripped up with obvious scratch marks marring the walls. You bent down to right an overturned wooden table as you heard Angel follow you in. You pushed it upright, setting it down where it belonged, before tutting to yourself at the smashed lamp that laid strewn on the floor beside. Picking up a broom from nearby, you began sweeping it up, hoping to correct some of the ingorant creature's mess and maybe earn yourself some points with Fluttershy. This day wasn't too late to salvage.

"Oh, thank you so much," you heard her coo, sticking her head out from the kitchen archway, "But please, sit. I'll deal with that later."

She really was too kind for her own good. "It's no problem, Fluttershy," you assured her, not wanting the poor pony to have to deal with all this herself. You would wring Discrod's neck next time you saw him.

"W-well, if you really don't mind," she replied coyly, clearly embarrassed at the help being offered but gratful nonetheless, "J-just don't do too much, and feel free to stop and rest at any time."

With that, you set to work. Since you already had the broom in hand, you carried on sweeping the room, ushering the bigger items like the ruined lamp into a corner to be thrown away later. Angel had certainly done some damage, though you didn't know how he managed this in one morning. Speaking of the furry devil, he lounged on the couch, picking at his toes. You leered at him, but he didn't notice.

Before long you had made the place a bit more presentable, though it would take more than your efforts to bring the room back to its regular conidition. The place was never pristine, on account of all the animals that sucrried about the place, though you had noticed a distinct absence of indoor critters while you were cleaning. Maybe Angel had scared them off.

"Oh, thank you so much," Fluttershy's voice derailed your thoughts, not that you minded. "The place looks so much better now." She entered the room carrying a tray which held a plate of chopped carrots and two cups of tea. Just how did ponies manage to do that with one hoof, anyway?

You go to walk up to her, but are caught off guard when you feel something catch your leg and trip you. Before you can steady yourself, you go flying face-first into Fluttershy, crashing against the tray and covering yourself in hot tea, as tiny pieces of carrot pelt your prone form. Groaning and dazed, you clutch your head, world spinning.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" the doting Pegasus calls out from above you as you feel a hoof gently stroke your back.

Still laying on the floor, you swivel your head to see a grinning Angel sprawled out on the couch behind you, a long rabbit's foot extended off the edge where you had just been walking.

"You!" You accused, pointing at the smug lagomorph. Fluttershy looked from you to Angel, then back to you, clearly confused. "He tripped me!" you bleated.

Angel, for his part, did not react, excpet to shoot you an even wider grin for a moment.

Looking at her precious pet, Fluttershy gasped, seeing his protruding paw. You could see the gears turning in her head, but she answered diplomatically. "Oh, well I'm sure Angel didn't mean it. Isn't that right, Angel?"

Angel shrugged as best he could from his half-upright position on the sofa. "Didn't do it," he said plainly.

"Why you little-"

"Now now, everypony, I'm sure we can all get along," the pegasus interjected. "Anon, I'm sure Angel wouldn't lie on purpose. Maybe he tripped you without realizing. Maybe you didn't see him."

You weren't buying it for a second, but looking into her pleading little eyes calmed you down a great deal.

"Well, whatever. Doesn't matter, I guess. Sorry about your tea, Shy. Let me make you some more, and you can just rest for a minute."

"Oh no, really, that's alright, I'll make some more. Why don't you take a shower? You're soaked, your poor thing."

As you looked yourself over, you realized she was right. The anger at your aggressor had overpowered the pain from the hot tea for a moment - luckily it wasn't searing, she must have made it before preparing Angel's carrots - but your clothes were a state, and so was your hair. You had borne the brunt of the spillage. Shifting into a sitting position, you agreed.

"Alright. Thanks, Shy."

You made your way upstairs with a sulk.

Great, you mused to yourself as the hot water washed over you, not fifteen minutes in and that fucking bunny has already destroyed my flowers and ruined my clothes and hair. You pouted to yourself. You weren't normally the sort to dress up, exactly, but you had put some time and effort into your appearance for once, to impress Fluttershy. Still, that little hellspawn couldn't stop you from telling her how you felt. You just had to get her alone for a minute. Hopefully he'd stop caring and leave you alone anyway, he seemed pretty lazy. How Discord thought this would help the two of them, you had no idea. You hoped this wasn't the draconequus' idea of a funny prank - he did have a bit of a twisted sense of humor, after all. But he did seem to care for Fluttershy as a friend, so perhaps he thought he was helping.

As you cleaned yourself, you realized that you had never showered at Fluttershy's place before. That was sort of a step-up in your relationship, right? She was letting you into the place where she cleaned herself every day, where she scrubbed her wet body, dripping mane and matted feathers, her curvy flanks half-visible through the hot steam...

A sudden surge of blood to your lower regions alerts you to the place your thoughts were drifting. You felt a little ashamed, thinking of her like that here - after all, a bathroom was quite a personal room in a lot of ways, and the thought of her shooting you a disapproving stare at what you were thinking snapped you out of it. Still, if today went well, maybe those sort of ideas wouldn't just be thoughts...

You hopped out of the shower and dried youself, putting on your clothes once more. They had dried a tiny bit, and you had been able to soak up some of the tea with toilet paper, but they were still thoroughly damp and uncomfortable. Curse the scarcity of human clothes in this world.

Making your way downstairs, you stop in your tracks a few steps up from the bottom, horrified at the sight before you.

The room had been trashed again, undoing much of your handiwork. Painting frames had smashed against the wooden floor. Books and various nick-nacks had been de-shelved and strewn about the place, and the rug had been bunched up and kicked in a heap to the corner of the room. You were only upstairs ten, fifteen minutes tops, taking slightly longer to try and rectify the mishap with your attire, and already the place was almost as much of a tip as when you first dropped in. In the corner of your eye, you noticed a family of mice perched on the windowsill, shaking in fear, before quickly scampering outside. The culprit was clear as day, as if you couldn't have guessed. Angel sat on the couch, now at something of a right angle with his feet resting on a footstool that had been overturned and wasn't actually supporting his weight properly, while only the top of his back rested on the back of the couch. He had his eyes closed in contentedness with one hand idly behind his head, and the other scratching the wall behind him with his claws absentmindedly. Fluttershy hovered dutifully above him, lowering whole carrots into his gaping mouth like some sort of feudal servant. As you sees you languishing on the stairs, she pays your undoubtedly screaming eyes and floor-bound jaw no apparent notice, instead opting for a sweet greeting that would, under less trying circumstances, be considered normal.

"Oh, hello! I hope you're feeling better now you're all cleaned up. I'll be with you in a moment, I just had to tend to-"

The airborne pony is rudely interrupted with a harsh white elbow to the side. She quickly looks to the rabbit, who is pointing at his open throat, eyes now alert, but squinting in irritation.

"Um, sorry!"

She quickly lowers the carrot into the waiting void, and snapping jaws spring into action at lightning speed, the dumb creature's oversized teeth making short work of the vegetable. You would almost be impressed, if you weren't presently preoccupied with being angry.

"Shy, can we have quick talk in private?"

"Yes."

"No."

The two voices clashed for dominance as both other participants in the conversation spoke simultaneously. Your response was a frown.

"I really just need a quick word in the kitchen, it's kind of important."

You were not about to let the little shit keep this up much longer. Romance plans were on the brakes, this needed dealing with first. Fluttershy may be timid, but it was for that very reason you knew if you were stern enough with her, you could push her to do the right thing and put her hoof down. She knew this wasn't right; you could read it on her face. But against Angel's dominant personality, enhanced significantly by his newfound ability to speak, not to mention his capacity for causing havoc now that he had arms and legs, she was likely too daunted to act on her instincts.

"She needs to stay here and look after me," Angel retorted, "and besides, you aren't welcome. You can always leave."

"Angel!" the pegasus piped up, clearly drawing the line at a blatant insult to her friend. Despite it really being the bare minimum at this point, it still warmed your chest to see her defend you. It was also a good sign that perhaps she may yet be persuaded to see the madness in catering to the ever-changing whims of a narcissistic bunny. "Please don't say such things! You're always welcome here, Anon."

A slight blush crept across your cheeks.

"...But I can't leave Angel right now, or..." her pupils danced in here eyes, glancing around the room. Yeah, it was pretty obvious what she was afraid of - it had been enough work just making the place presentable when you got here, and that was presumably before the raving rabbit was getting his ego hurt by being told 'no'. You were surprised you hadn't heard his lashing out while you were upstaris, though perhaps your wandering thoughts in the shower were to blame for that...

"So please," she continued, "If there's anything you need to say in front of me, you can say it in front of Angel, too," she said sincerely with a smile, before lowering another carrot to her left, eyes still trained on you the whole time.

You sighed a little, deciding that perhaps it was best to just get it out in the open. I mean, what did you care what Angel thought of you anyway? He wouldn't have any counter argument to offer, either, just more selfish demands.

Ok... here it goes...

"Fluttershy, you need to stop meeting every little demand that that," you jut a thumb out at the indignant rabbit, "brat of a bunny makes. He's torn up the whole house twice, and that's just while I've been here. He's eating you out of house and home, scared away all the other animals, not to mention he's treating you horribly! He's spoiled rotten, and he needs to be told 'no' for once!"

Fluttershy brought a hoof to her chin while her eyes looked at the floor, considering your words, while Angel scowled at you with all the hate he could muster.

"Well, Angel, honey, you have been a little rambunctious lately. Maybe it's best if you do slow things down a littl-"

Before she could complete her sentence, there was a flash of white lightning as Angel darted to his feet, pushing the sofa back a little with his legs as he got up and kicking the overturned stool out of the way. So swift was he that the hovering pegasus to his right was sent spinning mid-air by the gust he created, having to flap her wings rapidly to course correct. He let out a huff, and you almost thought steam might start pouring out of his ears. He began thumping his left foot on the floor repeatedly as he spoke, revealing an angry tic.

"That's a load of horsefeathers and you know it!" he began, displaying more energy than in this one statement than he had for the entire duration of your visit prior. "This 'hyooman'," he said, doing air quotes for some reason as if your species didn't actually exist, "demands more of you than I ever did!"

You felt were permeated by an aura of confusion. "What the hell do you mean by that?" you asked, genuinely curious to see what the badly behaved pet would come out with to defend his interests here. Futtershy looked on at the two of you, though for once you didn't get the impression that she was too nervous to interject, but rather that she was intent on listening to you two hash it out. Perhaps you having her corner was enough to keep her silent, for now. She was not one to speak up unless needed, after all.

"He's here basically every day. You make him tea, food, and he lounges around and talks about nothing. And while he's here it's like I don't exist. Well you can't ignore me now, can you?"

His words were punctuated by yet more thumping, while his face screwed up in anger.

"Angel, sweetie, you'll always be imporant to me, but sometimes I need time for my friends t- ooh!" Fluttershy's words were cut off yet again, this time by a wandering paw that brought itself to her flank, pulling her close to the bothersome bunny in a half-embrace as he cradled her form in one arm, while extending the other toward you to berate you further.

"No, it's different with this perv. He's just here because he wants you all to himself. And let's just say friendship is the last thing on his mind... I know what he really wants. I can smell it."

Somehow, some way, despite acting like a brat, despite treating everyone like dirt and doing so with a smile, Angel had managed to get the upper hand in this battle of words. That had rattled you. Red immediately spread to your cheeks as you hoped Fluttershy wouldn't pick up on what he was insinuating. You had so many plans, all trampled on in one short afternoon. You weren't having her find out like this. Not to mention the embarrassment at what was just implied about your 'intentions' toward her, as if you were some creep.

Angel didn't relent, nor did you give you time to respond, mocking you further.

"That's right, isn't it, hyooman?" he said, before bringing his free paw to Fluttershy's rear. The pegasus, still scooped up in his grasp, was side-on from you. As Angel moved his hand to her flank suddenly, he grabbed a wad of doughy flesh and spread her cheeks, flashing her pussy to you.

It was darker than her yellow coat, standing in stark contrast to her voluminous rump. As Angel pulled her flank further, her folds started to part a little. You felt a rush of emotions in sequential order: surprise, arousal, shame, then anger.

"~Ahh" came a soft cry from the pony in Angel's clutches, throwing her two front hooves over her mouth and turning beet red. You and her made eye contact for half a second, before her pupils darted away in shame as she let out a resigned whimper.

"This is what you really want," he went on, giving her jiggling backside a light slap, looking right at you all the while.

Your rage built up, albeit against a backdrop of slight arousal as you felt a twinge in your pants, unbottling your anger in front of the bunny.

"Enough!" you said, forcefull enough to actually give the varmint pause. "Put her down!"

To your surprise he actually complied, dropping his owner rather than gently placing her down on the floor, and poor Fluttershy scampered a few steps away the moment she landed, sitting on the floor to hide her shame. She looked as though she may just melt on the spot.

Luckily for her anxiety, neither of the room's other occupants were paying much attention to her any longer.

"You've got some nerve, treating poor Fluttershy like that!" you yelled, stomping over to where Angel stood and stopping a few paces in front of him. "I don't normally hurt animals, but this might just be an exception!"

He just stood there, nonplussed. Somehow, in your mind, that was about the worst thing he could have done at that moment. You felt your anger boil over at how he had treated you, how thanks to him you were going to struggle to ever look Fluttershy in the eye again, how he had violated her privacy in such an intimate way, and how, above all else, he had the gall to be so nonchalant about it all.

"You hear me in there, you stupid fucking rabbit?! I'll knock you out if you try anything like that again!"

You marched ever closer, getting right in his face to add weight to your tirade. You trod on his oversized feet a little, but didn't care, leveraging them to make yourself even taller as you stood on his toes, offsetting the slight height difference between the two of you.

To your surprise, his mouth actually twisted into a half smile. Angel began sniffing the air, button nose twitching as he arced his head upward. You felt offput by the strange behaviour.

After a few seconds he stopped, before locking eyes with your own. "I can smell you," he said plainly, licking his lips.

In an instant, his hands clasped around your wrists. You darted back right away to get away, stepping off his enormous feet, cuasing you to physically shrink under his gaze. You went to pull your right arm in, but Angel held it firm.

"Get the fuck off me!" you said, alarm bells now ringing. Shit, he was actually stronger than he looked, despite his thin, feminine looking arms and spindly torso.

Angel didn't say a word as he took a step forward, closing what little distance you had put between you and him. He carried a grin that, combined with his present hold on you, sent shivers up your spine. Scolding him was no longer a concern, now you were only preoccupied with your safety. You glanced behind you, craning your neck to see the entrance to the cottage. Angel capitalized on you letting your guard down by dropping his hold on your left arm and placing a hand around your upper neck and chin. He did not choke you, but kept your head locked in place. You tried pounding his arm and chest with your free hand, but to no effect, the looming rabbit ignoring your physical protest entirely. Instead, he stared you down, tilting your head this way and that with a detached look as if he were inspecting cattle.

Frozen with surprise and fear, your eyes widened like saucers, looking helplessly into the face of the creature who now held you under his command. Angel licked his lips once more, pink tongue sliding over his front white teeth. You never would have thought a prey animal could look half this menacing.

"If you're going to insist," he started, menacing undertones echoing under each syllable, "On coming by and ruining my afternoon... yet again... I think it's time you started making it worth my while."

He sniffed the air once more, performatively this time. "You do look soft, hyooman..."

Nope nope nope nope nope. You push off him with your free hand with all the force you can muster. Fortunately, you shed his vice-like grip. Unfortunately, your frantic and adrenaline-fuelled overcompensation lands you sqaure on your rear in front of the domineering lagomorph. You feel a sharp pain in your tailbone as you land, but you have little time to process this as you catch sight of what's in front of you.

Ending up crotch-height to Fluttershy's beloved pet, you come head-to-head with an emerging red cone. Despite his other enhancements, it's relatively small, his sex certainly below average in size for a human but by no means tiny. It pulses once with anticipation, bearing right for a second. Yeah, that's your signal to leave.

You turn around on your ass, making it to a half-crouch stance when you feel a sudden weight on your lower back which sends you careening back down to face the wooden floorboards. It doesn't take a genuis to figure out based on the size and shape of the foreign object boring into you that a hefty paw is the thing keeping you in check. You soon feel another join it, however this time your left foot is its target, Angel pressing down on about half of your shoe. As he does so his other foot remains firmly on your back, so for a moment you feel his full bodyweight on you, sparking a wave of pain in your already jolted spine. After positioning one foot over yours, he moves the other to join it in parallel, freeing your back but keeping you locked in place, more or less, by both your feet.

You place your hands out in front of you, propelling yourself upward into a crawling position, but before your senses can get their bearings you are overloaded by the sensation of soft hands making a grab for your beltline, pulling down your double layers and brandishing your bare ass to the world, or at least to Fluttershy's living room. Speaking of Fluttershy, you think you hear a distinctive gasp behind you at this point, but no further reminder of her presence is forthcoming. You don't have time to dwell on it regardless, as you feel yourself entered by your long-eared assailant.

Feeling his weight shift on your feet, Angel assumes a steep squatting position behind you, penetrating you slowly with his unwelcome member.

"Ugh," is the only sound you can muster, gritting your teeth as he violates you.

Before long you feel a fuzz against your bare skin, indicating that he has hilted you. Suddenly, in one swift motion, he swipes your left arm out from under you, offsetting your balance in your semi-prone state, whilst pushing down on your right shoulder with his other hand, causing your chin to become freshly acquainted with the floor.

"Oh my... Angel..." you hear behind you, silently cursing the mare's lack of forceful intervention at this point despite her obvious discomfort. God damn it, Fluttershy, could you have my back at least once?

You were now face down and ass up, being dommed by a pony-forsaken pet bunny. The sheer absurdity of your situation would have been funny if you weren't living it.

While Angel was slow to enter you initially, now that he had you in position and had taken you to his base, he began his work. Strong legs rocked back and forth as he pummeled your butthole, sending your limp body rocking with each thrust. Such was his power that your ass couldn't even recover from the shockwave of one thrust before he hit you with the next, leaving your rhythm disjointed and confused as he stretched you from the inside out, his needy hips working overtime to meet your hindquarters which ended up being pushed ever forward by the disharmonic drive.

Squinting under the intense pressure, you tilt your head as best as you are able, trying to get a view on the situation. The action is purely instinctive, since you have no real freedom of movement beyond this and no means to escape your situation. You don't manage to encounter much in your periphery, however, your vision a blurry tunnel of forward motion as your oppressor shuffles you about on the floor.

"Gah, uh..." is the next in the series of incoherent noises to escape your lips, your brain pulling double duty to even formulate that much of a response. Each thrust sends pulses of pain and pleasure up your body, Angel's conical penis perfectly designed for penetrating in the way that bunnies were accustomed. It made short work of your virgin hole, splaying you open with ease, and the ever-increasing slickness only making him more efficient in his thrusts.

You hear a shuffling next to you, the sound of hollow steps on wood. Out of the corner of your eye you see four yellow hooves come into view, before freezing in place before you. You wanted to cry out in protest to Fluttershy, get her to reason with him - anything - but when she makes no moves to do so you bite your tongue. God, what she must think of you in this moment. You shut your eyes hard, unable to stomach looking at her in this state.

Adding to your humiliation, you felt your own cock solidify into a semi-hard state, provoked by the stimulation of both the penetration and your own sack slapping against it repeatedly.

You suddenly feel Angel's weight shift again, the pressure on your right foot subsiding. The reprieve is short-lived, and replaced by a sudden exertion of force on your head, as Angel pushes down on your skull with his own right foot, straddling your whole body. From this position he barely has to wiggle his pelvis to bury himself in you, his entire presence dedicated right now to fucking you senseless.

"Gaah, hnng, ohhhh~" are the only sounds to escape you. Angel, for his part, remains totally silent, no doubt pounding you with the disinterested routineness that he had brought to your every interaction thus far. For once his laid back attitude was probably natural and not the result of his posturing; you knew that sex came as naturally as breathing to his kind. You just didn't think he was so carefree about his choice of mate. This was, undoubtedly, a punishment for you, however. One totally unjustified, but a punishment nonetheless: this was Angel's way of marking his territory, of telling you to back off forever or face the consequences.

As he keeps filling you with his specialist tool, your grunts of irritation morph more into disoriented moans. However, after a time, you hear a harmony form; a separate, decisively softer voice joins yours in chorus. You also pick up on a subtle sloshing sound, the sound of wetness hitting flesh, that peaks out of tune with your own delinquent dance. Fluttershy... was she... masturbating?

Your thoughts are left no room to breathe, as your field of view is bombared with something orange. You had spaced out trying to pinpoint the source of the horny backing track that now filled the room, and the intrusion of something long and hard into your open mouth, past your lolling tongue, brought you crashing back to earth.

At the top of your field of vision, you see Angel retract his white hand, and now all that remains in front of you is a slight tinge of orange before a large tuft of green foliage. Taste buds kicking into gear, absorbing the earthy texture, your brain pieces it together. Had he stuffed this carrot into your mouth to shut you up? Either way, it just served to dehumanize you further. Looking like some radical vegan artpiece, you lay there, battered by bunny dick with the vegetable hanging out of your mouth.

As the pressure of his foot on your head exerts itself again, your teeth are forced into the crop. You notice that Angel's pace has changed, slowing down somewhat. Was he starting to get tired? That would be a small nightlight in this pit of darkness. His member carressed your insides, more like a lover would now, his slow but deliberate thrusts still knocking the wind out of you. Subservient to his passion, you stay stock still, wondering when it will be over.

Then, all at once, the dam bursts, and he shifts gear. Walloping you with every ounce of strength offered in those strong legs, he suddenly quickens to a speed that made his previous pace seem merciful. Your cheeks don't even have time to lunge forward from the force of each hit, as Angel's skinny hips recover from pulling back with another almighty burst before they can even move, hilting himself in you anew again and again before the forces of physics can even apply themselves to your aching ass.

Swift, relentless, the rabbit buries himself in you again and again with rapid succession, acting more like some kind of automatic power tool than a creature of flesh and bone. Eventually, his pointed dick begins to pulse and throb within you, alerting you of what was to come. Seed shoots into you, serving as additional lubricant for the thrusts which did not slow down in the slightest even as he came. If anything, Angel's pace reached new impossible heights. His efforts pushed his cum deep into you, already assisted by gravity due to the angle you found yourself at, swelling your anus with his goo.

You were uttely spent, panting and huffing, while he wasn't even breathing heavily. As he threw himself into you with one final lunge, he pushed down with his right paw with such force that the carrot in your mouth was immediately guillotined, your two rows of teeth being driven together by his might. The thrusting stopped, but the cum would continue pouring for a few more seconds, as if trying to seal his cock inside you like cement. Some spilled outwards behind you onto your clothes.

Eventually, Angel withdrew his foot from your noggin, losing also his grip on your arms which had been tugged at mercilessly throughout the ordeal, leaving your sockets sore. He stepped off you completely, leaving you to lay dejected for a moment in a puddle of your own guilty bliss.

After a while, you shifted onto your back, bracing yourself against the floor with newly freed hands. The white humanoid creature loomed over you, dominating your sight despite having moved a few paces away from you thanks to his long ears. One was rigid and straight, while the other flopped down at about half-length. He looked at you with no discernable emotion. Remembering something, you spit out the chunk of carrot your mouth still housed, embarrassed.

Now able to look yourself over, you saw your own cock stood fully erect, unable to beat back the swelling of the intense physical activity you had just been unwillingly subjected to.

With the room quietening due to the absence of your noisy sex, Fluttershy's soft moans of pleasure were all that filled the cottage, and you looked past Angel to see her properly for the first time since he had taken you. She sat on the floor, sliding a hoof along her dripping marehood, whilst cupping one of her teats with the other. She was biting the tip of her left wing, as if to try and suppress her sounds, which worked to some extent. She had obviously seen you swivel into your new position, but she would not meet your eye. She did, however, begin to stop her stroking when the show ended, leaving herself unfulfilled.

Before you can pivot you head again to check on Angel, you feel his fist clamp around a clump of your hair, pulling you up into a kneeling position as your strands painfully tugged at your scalp. You were, once again, eye level with his cock, which was already hard again. It was as though the minutes of fucking you raw had never even happened, to look at his proud penis, solid and at attention, pristine despite the barrels of cum he had spilled in you.

You put a hand on his thigh as if to try and push yourself away, but you knew it was no use. He had you outmatched in every way physically, despite how unassuming he may have looked, especially his wiry upper half.

Reluctantly accepting your fate, you scarcely manage to take in one enormous breath of air, filling your lungs in preparation for what would no doubt be a rough ride. Angel slammed your face into his junk at force, and you open your lips to take in his member without obvious protest, wishing to get this over with as quickly as possible. Just how much more was he going to torment you?

His shaft may have been a manageable size, but if your previous experience with him was anything to go by, his sheer energy would offset the difference. And so it was, his first tug pulled you in to his base, leaving your nose against his fuzzy crotch, basking in the musk your earlier encounter had generated. Soon thereafter, he pulled you back, your mouth massaging his whole penis in one fell swoop. He began to repeat the motion, guiding you by your head with his hand still clutching a wad of your hair.

Sensing movement to your side, you turn your gaze toward Fluttershy as best you could in your predicament. She resumed stroking herself, panting heavily at the sight of the two of you. In an instant, you lock eyes - your first time doing so since Angel had spread her right in front of you. It was a look of many things, and you yourself weren't enitrely sure of all the emotions behind her stare, but only one really mattered in the moment: lust. She swatted at her sex, rubbing and stroking and teasing, circling her teats with her free hoof, occasionally penetrating her lower lips with the other. She no longer chewed on her own feathers, letting her chirps of delight sing freely.

You, meanwhile, had enough to contend with, your face swinging back and forth, bobbing along Angel's length with ease, globules of precum forming at his tip and dabbing on your tongue and tonsils. He used you to full effect, milking himself with your face with neither pause nor remorse. You stared up at him, meeting his gaze as he looked down on you. It's funny, when you had seen him this morning he looked harmless; many would even say cute. Now he looked like a titan. Perhaps the incarnation of some ancient mythological god, his half-human and half-rabbit form lending credence to the notion. Your mind brielf pictured Angel among a pantheon of snake-headed dieties, anubian jackals, and other such anthropomorphic creatues from human culture. He may as well have been your god now; he could do with you what he pleased.

As you pleasured him, you felt his earlier deposit leave your backside, leaking out with the help of gravity thanks to your adjusted posture. You hadn't even been able to pull your pants up before he had grabbed a hold of you again, and so your penis stuck out in front of you between his legs.

You look over at Fluttershy once more between his pumps. Seeing her absolutely lose herself like this drove you wild, after you had been stewing over her for so long. To see her completely debase herself in front of you, pleasuring herself brazenly with squeaks of happiness escaping her muzzle with increasing regularily, fulfilled a fantasy that you didn't even know existed yet. Tentatively, you brought a hand to your own shaft, deciding to finally attend your own needs.

You rubbed along its length a few times, trying to get your bearings in between Angel's thrusts. You stroked yourself a little, happy to finally feel some kind of self-imposed pleasure within this palaver.

Just as you begin to find a rhythm, however, your hand is siezed in a snowy clutch, guiding it away from your crotch. You couldn't believe it. Was he really so cruel?

His grip intensified after this, and his hips rocked with newfound fervor, as though punishing you for even attempting to relieve yourself. Your cock throbbed once in neglected frustration.

His pace quickened yet again, and you knew what that meant. He pounded away at your throat, and even with his stout package, managed to test your jaws to their limits. Once again, he made up for his anatomy tenfold with technique, not that you appreciated it. He angled his middle upward slightly, as though trying to fuck the roof of your mouth. His balls slapped your chin repeatedly as he carressed himself against you.

Before long, another load shot into you, granting yet another of your orifices the sensation of being painted in hot white cum. For the first time, Angel let out a slight grunt, scrunching up his face in concentration as he blasted you. Several ropes shot straigh down your windpipe unchallenged, but before long, the quantity proved to be a problem, coating your uvula and sending you into something of a choking fit, sputtering as the liquid overwhelmed you.

Still wrapped around his entrie length, you were unable to catch your breath properly, especially when he pulled you in yet closer, burying your face in his pubic region. His nuts convulsed as he thoroughly emptied himself in you. White drops soon broke the seal of your lips, dripping onto the floor.

As soon as he was done, Angel pushed you off him carelessly, leaving you sat on the floor. He paced the floor a little, absentmindedly, as though mentally cooling off. Your mind was too frazzled to make much sense of what just went on. That was when your attention returned to the horny pegasus at the other end of the room.

Her rubbing had picked up, but she had yet to earn herself a climax, clearly on the brink from whatching your escapades. Angel sidled up to her, picking her up under one arm effortlessly on his way to the couch, before plopping her down on its cushions.

Fluttershy clearly required a few seconds to process this, startled at the interruption to her intimate time and confused for a moment as she found herself upended. She laid on the sofa, blinking a few times in rapid succession, before looking back at Angel, who had positioned himself behind her in a squat. He lifted her pink tail up without hesitation, and guided his penis toward her holes, once again fully erect.

Jesus Christ, you thought, impressed at the creature's stamina.

Fluttershy licked her leps in a mix of nervousness but also anticipation, wearing a cautious expression that may have also betrayed some hidden desire. Angel either did not need more of a signal than this, or did not care to wait for one, burying himself in her pussy slowly just as he had done to you on the floor.

She let out a gasp, quickly followed by a low moan, taking him in easily enough but still captivated at the pleasure. Angel swayed his hips slowly, gently, being much softer with Fluttershy than he was with you, but his strength still dominated her with ease and he was firmly in control here.

Fluttershy spent a few minutes in her own world, spaced out as her dearest Angel tore apart her pussy. Eventually, she seemed to remember your presence, glancing at you with her full attention as she bucked her hips, tongue hanging limply out of her mouth at the rutting.

Pumped full of bunny cum at both ends, you drag your sore body across the floor on your knees, scooting close to the couch where your crush was taking her pounding. Seeing the pleasure frenzy she was in, watching her hole being violated like this, losing her mind at the feeling, swelled the arousal within you.

A thought crossed your mind - a thought that almost felt rebellious, like you weren't sure it was something you would get away with, but you wanted to try it. Watching your would-be marefriend succumbing to pure bliss had done more than enough to tease you beyond the point of rationality.

You picked yourself up off the floor, positioning yourself on the opposite end of the couch to Angel, closing the space between you and Fluttershy. Her interest piqued at this, eyeing you with delight as you brought one hand to your penis and inched it toward her face. She reched out as best she could with her neck, but it was still up to you to close the gap. You felt yourself twitch with anticipation at the head that was to come.

Just as you were about to close the distance between your dick and her lips, you see Angel staring you down, a slow and deliberate shake of his head telling you everything you needed to know. A pang of sadness shot through you, being this close to intimacy with Fluttershy, but knowing there wasn't a thing you could do. You didn't dare question the seriousness of Angel's instruction; you had a feeling if you disobeyed him here, he would spring off of the mare beneath him and stress-test your ass and throat for the next week. And so you backed up a little, Fluttershy shooting you a look of confusion and sorrow as your cock moved away from her. Would she think you just weren't interested? Damn it!

Angel picked up speed, but still remained at a more manageable tempo than when he had penetrated you. He dragged his claws over Fluttershy's flanks, cascading pleasure up her rump.

"O-oh," she cooed, coaxing more thrusts from her partner.

Her throat open, another thought occurred to you, and this time you weren't waiting for permission. In a flash, you met her lips with your own, burrowing your tongue into her. She made a muffled yelp in surprise, before moaning into your throat, wrestling tongues with your own in a sloppy and passionate kiss.

You felt the couch shake under increased stress, and you eventually pulled back from the kiss, wondering if Angel's sudden rapid onset was brought on by rage at your intrusion. Luckily, he didn't seem to care, looking instead only at Fluttershy as he rammed her relentlessly.

"Ah, ahh!" she cried as he filled her up, slowing to a standstill as now-familiar white juice sprayed from her cavity. Her own orgasm followed, squirting all over Angel's crotch, the pair covered in one another's juices.

For a moment, none of you moved. There was only panting, sweating, and from Fluttershy, the occasional whimper.

"I... I love you Fluttershy," you said, holding her hoof as she lay there recovering from the experience. Good god, did you really just say that after watching her get fucked by another dude? A dude that was a bunny?

She faces you, however, and in the moment your doubts fade away at her graceful look, speaking to you through her loving eyes. Maybe when all this was over, you could go back to how things were after all. Hell, maybe they'd be even better. In a weird sort of way, you had done exactly what you had come here to do - express your feelings to her - and you knew the second she glanced back at you that your love was reciprocated. Maybe things would be alright.

Of course, you still had a cotton-tailed menace to contend with before you could reasonably hope to make much of a meaningful advancement in your relationship. You really would wring Discord's neck for inadvertently laying all this at your feet. Still, he'd have to come back eventually and turn the bothersome bunny back into his old self. Boy, were you going to let him have it when that day came.

But for now, all that mattered was you and the pony you loved most.

Opal's Essence

You found yourself at Fluttershy's front door on a sunny afternoon, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, a veritable spring in your step on your way up the rustic path toward her humble abode by the woods. It had only been a day since the events that transpired last time you had stepped inside, a memory you thought you mostly wanted to forget, minus some tender moments with the pony of your dreams. But after you picked yourself up and retreated back to your own hovel, graciously provided by the mayor when it became apparent that you were to be a permanent resident of the quaint little rural town they called 'Ponyville', your tune changed. Sure, times had been hard, really fucking hard, but they were over now, and that meant things were only looking up. You recalled an old Earth proverb which guided you in its wisdom: get back on the horse.

Sure, you technically never got on her. In fact, Angel had been the one to do that. But you had a plan for him, too. Oh yes, you had been scheming. It hadn't taken you long at all; you were actually surprised the idea had come so swiftly, so natrually - and yet when the pieces all clicked together, it seemed perfect. The ultimate revenge. A ploy to keep that pesky critter out of your way and, hopefully, out of your life. And maybe you had taken a liking to the idea of getting one over on him, just a little.

So you had marched with purpose up to this front door, an all too familair sight, beaming all the while, and you now found yourself going through the mechanical motions of knocking without even a passing thought.

Yesterday you arrived with flowers. Today you arrived with a secret weapon.

A pink mane scented like tropical fruit is what greets you, before an angelic golden face peered out from behind it.

"Oh, Anon!" Fluttershy chirped at your arrival. Clearly your presence had taken her a little off guard. You wouldn't have been surprised if she thoguht you'd make a point of avoiding meeting her here until her little Angel problem was solved. Little did she know. "What an unexpected surprise!"

You chuckle a little, improvising the words bounding off your tongue, put delivering them as though rehearsed. "Aren't all surprises unexpected, dear little Fluttershy?"

Okay, maybe you could dial it back a little. You sort of took on the tone of a street magician just then. She giggles nonetheless, masking pearly whites with a slim hoof.

"Well, I suppose they are. I'm just... after yesterday..."

You wave your hand dismissively, slicing up her apprehension.

"Nothing could keep me from seeing you."

Really fucking smooth, man. You smirk at your own over-the-top bravado, and bend over suddenly to give her a quick peck on her nose. She giggles again.

Deciding to ditch the showmanship, you abandon your knowingly smarmy voice and speak to her on level, plain terms.

"Is Angel in?"

She looks at you with immediate surprise at the question, pupils dilating in a betryal of her emotions, though the rest of her face more or less maintains the facade of somepony unperturbed.

"Y-you want to see A-Angel?" her voice quivers slightly at the start and end of her sentences, as though encasing it in a sort of cushioning to soften the perceived impact that such a question would have. You nod once, curtly.

"A-A-After...?"

You nod again, less enthusiastically this time, and adopt a solemn look.

"All water under the bridge, Fluttershy. You were right, the little guy was just acting out. I don't think he meant it, probably just pent up and didn't know what to do with himself, poor thing."

She withdraws slightly for a second, clearly taken aback by your conciliatory attitude, but beams at you a second later, smiling with her whole face.

"W-wow, I thought you might be upset or something. I mean, I couldn't blame you. But poor innocent critters can't really be held accountable for themselves now, can they? You're right. I'm so glad you're not mad!"

When she starts talking about animals, even in a context like this, she's a different pony. The stutters are few and far between, she's much more engaged, and there are no abrupt pauses awkardly parting her sentences. She's cute either way, but you enjoyed seeing this rarer side of her.

You smile back at her, not quite meeting her level of enthusiasm, but oozing sincerity all the same. "I actually have a present for the little guy. Could you bring him over?"

She flashes that face again, indicating that this response is a surprise, but a welcome one. She closes her eyes while shooting you a heart-melting look.

"O-Oh, I'm not quite sure where he's gotten to just at the moment, but he'll be around somewhere. Please, come in. I was just in the middle of tending to some chores around the house, so I'll be out back seeing to my sweet little animals for a while. S-sorry," she says, breaking her confidence the instant she has to deliver some minor bad news, "B-but I'll be around later, if you want to, um, c-catch up..." she finishes, brandishing an expression that, for her, might actually border on flirty, though it's still delivered with the confidence of a fly clinging to a car windscreen while soaring down the highway.

"I'd like that..." you reply earnestly, your care for the mare seeping in past the ulterior motives that landed you here today.

She retreats into her home and you follow suit but leave the door half-open on your way in, hanging by the entrance a little.

"Well, I'll be around if you need anything. See you soon, Anon. I hope you an Angel get on well!" she sings as she takes off flying for the kitchen. Ever the busy one, that pegasus. She probably had to work double time to catch up on everything she missed yesterday while she was tending to Angel, assuming his destructive sprees ever stopped. Glancing around to assess the state of the modest cottage yourself, you notice that things do seem relatively orderly. The wallpaper is still in shreds in many places, but that's hardly a quick fix. Besides that, it looks more like the usual chaos Fluttershy contends with simply as a result of her in-house veterinary services. All her furniture is the right way up, at the very least.

You dawdle there for a little while, not wanting to stray too far from the door. Eventually, you find your mark. A distinctive white blur enters the scene from upstairs, rounding the corner to the kitchen. He was quick on his feet, uncharacteristically so for such a lazy rabbit. He must not have noticed you on his way past, as the stairs are a little further into the house, and from your angle you can't even see them entirely despite standing. You presume he wouldn't have been able to resist some form of quip or snide comment at your arrival if he had seen you, anyhow. You moved up a little to the archway which separated the living room and kitchen, spying on your target. He's rifling through the fridge, the door shielding you from his eyes, with only about half his form visible, his wide legs contorting out behind the appliance, unsurprising given that they are the part of his current form most true to his old body, while long feet that dwarfed your own made themselves known underneath. His meaty thighs end in an ass that, while lean, has some curvature to it, punctuated by his fluffly and stout tail. His posterior is sticking out presently as he leans into the fridge, likely rummaging for carrots. His butt marked the beginning of a softer looking body, which continued up his lean back, which could scarcely be seen. His head was obscured entirely, but his signature ears popped out over the top of the door.

You debated with yourself about whether to announce yourself, taking so long that eventually the window passes you entirely. Angel slams the door shut, a carton of milk in hand, which he swigs immediately, still oblivious to your arrival. No longer blocked by the fridge, you see Angel in all his glory, chugging like some kind of wild beast that hadn't eaten or drank anything for days. There is one unmistakable thing you notice about him now that he was in full view; he sported an unmissable erection, his crimson thorn poking out from his crotch in profile view. It looked to be waning, and given his desparation for hydration, you guessed that he had just been jacking off. Does this guy ever just read a book or something?

He must have been slightly over half-way through downing the whole carton when he seemed to notice you for the first time, eyes darting toward you in a double take as he pulls the box of milk from his chin, spilling it down his front and coating his fur, with plenty even washing over his shrinking penis.

"Well, well, well," you state cockily, leaning against the frame of the arch with your right hand for effect. "Angel T. Bunny. We meet again."

Recovering from his minor shock, he slams the milk down on the counter next to him, turning to face you. He cycles through a few feelings, from alarm, to annoyance, before settling down into his usual 'can't be bothered' attitude, his mouth flatlining and his eyes cooling from their brief flash of emotion.

"Sup, dude," he said casually. "Sorry, but I ain't got time for you right now, I'm going to be watching paint dry for the next few hours. I'd invite you to join, but it's a little fast-paced for you."

After his retort, he casually struts past you, reaching the living room. That he seems to genuinely pay you no mind does intrigue you, given how violent and vocal he was just yesterday. Perhaps he'd yanked himself so much in the last day that his brain was starting to drain out with his spunk. All in all, you lamented that he couldn't have been more like this yesterday, but it didn't matter now.

Stopping him with your words, you call out to the retreating bunny. "Oh, you're so eager to leave now, huh? Guess you knew that I wouldn't come back unless I meant business."

Having placed one hand on the bannister of the staircase, Angel stops, though it felt as though doing so was a decision for him rather than an instinct. He turns to face you, still sporting a disinterested expression.

"Look, stupid hyooman, I can't fuck Fluttershy in front of you right now, she's busy. I guess if you're really that desparate for more punishment I can sit on your face and you can eat my asshole, but I'm going to read comics and listen to music, so you better not make too much noise."

The fact that he can threaten things like this so matter-of-factly, as blasé as if he were talking about a weather forecast, really was sort of impressive. The nonchalant fashion with which he threatened to sexually dominate you was a trait probably unique to this creature. Not that he seemed to actually get that much pleasure out of fucking you, detached as he was, what was trauma for you was made to seem routine and maybe even boring to him. His new warning carried the same energy; it was as though he was annoyed at having to expend the time explaining to you how he would violate you, if he could even be bothered to follow through. It was a very subtle sort of insult, that he might consider you unworthy of even raping. Was this a result of his constant horniness dulling the excitement and sensation of sex? It really did seem mechanical to Angel. You wondered if he was as insatiable before his body changed.

Still, words that would have shaken you last night - for you know he would act on them if provoked - instead amused you now.

"You can pound your own rabbit hole. I'm sure there's some carrots around here somewhere. No, I have different plans for you."

He cocked an eyebrow at this, bemused.

Some seconds passed, with the two of you in a deadlock of who would break the silence first, before Angel sighed. "Whatever, man. You asked for it."

He went to take a step forward, but you were prepared. Before he could even get that far, your lips sprang into action, reciting lines you had been desparate to utter all day.

"Not so fast, bunny boy."

This did give him pause, as he remained stationary at the bottom of the staircase. You slowly backed up toward the ajar front door you had left earlier, but neither your face nor your movements signalled a modicum of fear.

"I've got a friend I'd like you to meet," you said plainly, before calling to the door, "You can come in now!"

Crossing your arms, you stood triumphantly, though the atmosphere was sold short somewhat by the empty air that followed. After a few moments, the door creaked open, moved under a bleached paw.

In stepped a creature of pure white, much like Angel's own winter fur. The being moved with elegance, sauntering through in a refined and delicate manner, voluptuous hips swaying naturally with its walk. The curves of its hips did not end at its waistline in an hourglass figure; instead a muffin top kept the thickness train going, the slight pudge in its belly giving a little oomph to the body, but not overstaying its welcome under the shadow of a pair of hefty knockers, wrapped in a soft violet sweater. Long strands of fur eminated from the figure, which was about half a head shorter than you, each obviously having been tirelessly brushed to perfection, eliminating every last knot and clump and giving something of a rippling effect when the form was taken in as a whole.

"Angel the bunny, meet Opal the cat. New and improved."

Opal looked the homely room up and down with a critical eye, perhaps searching for imperfections in the decor. She certainly carried a lot of Rarity's personality - you had heard enough irate whining about how the wind was messing up her fur or that the greenery was clashing with her colors on the way here. Still, it had all been worth it. You knew that much already just judging by Angel's stunned reaction, his jaw agape, arms hanging limply by his sides.

You had cooked up the perfect idea to put the fear of god into your new favorite pest. But first, explanations are probably in order. You see, you and Discord happen hang out on occasion - he's your cards buddy, actually. It was only natural that the two of you would spend some time together after you began spending so much time with Fluttershy, and you didn't mind each other's company. He could bring some danger and excitement to an otherwise sanitized world at times, which, while having the capacity to cause you grief, could also be refreshing and fun in its own way. On the other hand, he got some kicks out of seeing such a weird creature in Ponyville, and he enjoyed your off-color language in particular. You still felt guilty for introducing him to the words 'fuck', 'shit', and 'asswipe', given he now brought them out at most every conversation, but some ponies seemed innocent enough to not really know what he was saying anyway.

So you had gone to him with a request, and without an explanation. You did not tell him what happend with you and Angel in the cottage - it wasn't necessary to the plan, and you would be far too ashamed to actually regale anyone with your experience anyway. You had simply come to him with one demad: transform Opal in the same way he had Angel. No introductions, no dancing around the issue, just a plain order in black and white. And he had done it, just like that. You figured his chaotic side probably liked the apparent randomness of the whole affair, which worked to your advantage. How you had managed to get Opal out of Rarity's hooves for the day? Why, you offered to cat-sit as repayment for her making your fancy clothes, of course! You'd have Opal back to normal before Rarity could realize what Discord had done to her, so no harm, no foul.

Now for the most important question: why? When you dragged yourself out of Fluttershy's cottage yesterday, a humiliated man, your first thought had been finding the bothersome draconequus and yelling at him until he turned Angel back to his old self right away. But then an idea came to you, seemingly at random. It buried itself in your mind and refused to evacuate, and soon you knew that you wouldn't be satisfied until you saw it through. Bunnies are prey animals. What preys on bunnies? Well, wolves, foxes, certain birds... and cats. Who did you know with a cat? And so it all started coming together.

Of course, you didn't really want Opal to hurt Angel, as such. Not in a serious way, at least. Now that she was more human than feline, she probably had less instinctive capacity for pointless violence anyway, or at least you hoped, shuddering at thoughts of dead rodents deposited by various cats beloning to family and friends back home over the years. But letting her come close to hurting him? Letting her rough him up a little, maybe giving him a taste of his own medicine, and scaring the everloving shit out of him? Yeah, that you could abide.

Opalescence stood impatiently, tapping a foot idly as she judged Fluttershy's home. Okay, now was time.

"Okay Opal... sic 'em!" you said, pointing a finger at Angel, who recoiled instantly in fear but remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the ambush, his fight or flight instincts not yet kicking in.

This lasted for all of two seconds, until the nothingness that followed seemed to catch up with both he and you simultaneously.

"I said... go get 'im!" you tried again, lunging forward once more for effect. This time Angel did not recoil, and rightfully so, as Opal showed no interest in moving.

"Opal... hello?" you said, waving an arm in exaggerated fashion to get her attention.

She looked at you, indicating that she had heard your instructions, eliminating that thought from you mind as a potential reason she failed to act on them.

"Just what do you expect me to do here?" she inquired, her haughty voice echoing off the walls. Her tone was powerful and commanded respect, whilst also retaining a distinct regal quality; lady-like, to sum it up.

"Y'know... there's a poor defenseless varmint. A pest. You know what you like to do to them, so... have at it."

She blinks slowly at you.

"Free of charge!" you say, desparation starting to seep into your voice a little as your sentence rounds off with a slight voice crack.

"Oh, well, it's a little after noon, darling. First I've got to have my post-lunch snack, then I simply must file down these claws - this sty does have a scratching post somewhere, doesn't it? - then I'll probably need to clean myself, and I can't go getting any blood on me now or it'll dry - that is, dry, you see, darling - and then it'll be murder coming out, and after all that I absolutely must make my late-early-afternoon nap or I'll come out in wrinkles - wrinkles, darling! - and then I-"

Oh dear god no, she was just cat Rarity, and probably possessed about as much killing power. Not that she lacked the capability - with those claws and her natural hunter's instincts, she could probably have Angel pinned in a flash right now if she desired, but that was just this cat's problem... desire. Every item in her prissy self-care checklist chipped away at your resolve while emboldening your nemesis, who's grin widened at every bullet point. He took a few cautious steps towards the both of you, while Opal droned on unfettered. She would probably require a dedicated team of servants to meet all her demands before she even thought about springing on so much as a mouse.

You had hoped her - for lack of a better term - upgrades, would put her at least on even footing with Angel, probably far outmatching him physically, a cat's agility, power, and tendency for predation all serving your whims, but at this rate you would never be able to put that theory to test. Could she not at least look a little imposing, for your modesty's sake?

"-and of course that's not accounting for the filth that I may get on me from touching that thing," she said, glancing at Angel, "not to mention the possibility of disease. Us felines are very clean, you know, dear. And of course, all this is for naught with my condition anyway. I simply must attend to that before my snack, before sleep, before anything else, it's been bothering me all day."

"Your... condition?" you asked, tilting your head at her in confusion.

"Well, yes hun, I tried to tell you on the way up, but you so rudely ignored me," she began, meeting your gaze. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she pulled up her sweater - the only thing she was wearing, save for the iconic bow which always adorned her head - stripping in front of you. "I've been suffering for such a long time, not that you offered a poor lady any assistance. The nerve! And it simply won't do any longer, you see. I must have someone," she concluded, voice muffled as she brielfy gets stuck with the fabric over her head.

As her topwear breaks free, her two melons drop with impact, white pillows crashing down to her chest, revealing her in all her busty glory. No nipples are visible beyond the thick fur which covers her body, so it's not like she was naked in a traditional sense - she already wasn't wearing pants, after all.

"Must..." you stammer, lost for words, "Have... someone?"

"But of course, darling," she says, as if explaining to a simpleton, though her voice was caring - soothing, even - rather than disdainful, even if she was probably sick of trying to get through to you. "Someone to screw me senseless. Obviously."

Now it was your turn to be dumbfounded, mimicing Angel's earlier visage of a being beside themselves with confusion. Your brain tried to play catch-up, but your mouth was still left choking on dust.

"I, uh, well, er-"

It was now that she seemed to take notice of Angel for the first time, or rather, it was her first time addressing him as an individual rather than a potential hunting trophy.

"Oh my," she said, putting a dainty paw to her chest, "He looks muscular. A little malnourished around the torso, perhaps," she assessed.

"Malnourished?" you cried, aghast, "All he does is eat!"

Ignoring you, she continued looking the bunny up and down from head to toe.

"Still, he should be satisfactory enough. I suppose," she said, somewhat irately. "As long as he doesn't have rabies."

Opal marched up to Angel, fluffy tail swaying all the while, before tracing a single claw down his chest slowly and seductively.

"Do be a pet and relieve me of this heat, there's a good boy."

Angel, who had been benevolently silent until now, snorted. "Sorry, toots," he said, "Pony tail's more than plenty for me. Not that this runt would know," he said, gesturing to you with a nod.

As your face turned red, mostly out of anger, but also some lingering embarrassment, the feline turned her head away quickly in disgust and closed her eyes.

"My, so crass!" she chided.

You, meanwhile, were still trying to mentally process everything that had unfolded thus far, clutching your head in confusion with one hand. "I... I..."

The pair ignored you, continuing their argument.

"Unless you've got any carrots for me, I think our business here is done, dollface," Angel concluded, folding his arms with a huff.

"Well!" cried Opal indignantly, "I wouldn't be caught rolling around with vermin like you anyway!"

It was her turn to huff, the duo making a show of looking away from each other.

You sat on a nearby armchair, lest your legs give out under the weight of mental stress you were under. "My plan... she's in heat? Laundry list of things to do..."

You spoke in fragments, as though trying to piece together scraps of information like a puzzle. How could this have backfired, you thought, rueing the loss of the sweet vengeance that seemed to be slipping through your fingers.

Your muttering did elicit one last comment from Angel.

"You better gag your pet hyooman over there before he wastes all our oxygen with his incoherent whining. Trust me, he rolls over for it like a bitch."

It was a typical jibe from the lagomorph, certainly nothing unlike the usual insults he hurled your way, at least as far as you had become accustomed in your brief encounters since his metamorphosis. And yet, this one comment was the spark that lit a fuse in mind of your new cat companion, her eyes suddenly gleaming with apparent realization as she pivoted on the spot to look at you, still slumped over in your chair and barely paying attention.

"My... human..."

You rubbed your temple, becoming aware of her proximity only when she was close enough to see despite your hanging head, brain still flooded with grief and confusion over how your attempt at one-upmanship had fallen flat at the first hurdle. A pair of pert paws announce themselves at the foot of the seat, alerting you to her presence as you trace your eyes up her delicate body only to come to terms with a longing look.

"Human, I require relief, and this ignorant beast will not satiate me!" she accused, slender digit pointing at the bunny across the room. "I require you to help this lady in need."

"Eh, wha-?" you blurt out, mentally playing back the conversation the anthropomorphic pair had had while you had been sulking, having tuned it out as background noise before. "Huh? No way. Can't you just... hold it in or something? If you're not going to help me deal with long-ears over there, I should really get you back to Discord so that Rarity can-"

You were cut off by the sound of feline hands slamming against the arms of your chair, garnering your full attention as the rest of the room metaphorically faded away, leaving you with only Opal's unimpressed glare to contend with.

"For the last three days, I have been craving, hankering, itching, dying for some good, sturdy cock!" she said, pinning you in place with her stare. "And that contemptuous cow of a pony who calls herself my onwer - my owner! Would you believe it, darling? - has kept me under lock and key all the while, leaving me to stew in my own juices in a most unladylike manner. Well, now I'm out, and I'm simply beautiful," she said with a flourish, retracting her claws from the chair for a moment to give a ballerina-style twirl in place, before leaning over once more to finish her tirade, "And I am going. To get. Some dick. Pardon my Griffonese, darling."

You probably looked like a deer in headlights, which annoyed you, because said deer probably stood a better chance at making it out alive than you did right now. Before you could muse on your mortality much further, Opal had already gone to work, thrusting your pants down to the floor, a task made difficult by your seated position, but her sudden angry passion carried her efforts.

Gulping, you tried to reason with her as her steady mittens worked on lowering your boxers, which formed your last line of defense. "Ah, Opal, wouldn't you rather do something else? I think I saw a tantalizing looking cardboard box around here yesterday. P-please, you don't want me, I have fleas, rabies, the lot! You'd probably be sick for the rest of your life if you did it with me! I-"

As your shorts slide off your ass with a twang, she silences you with a single finger pressed against your lips, punctuating the point with a whispered "Shhhh."

As she clambers onto the chair, kneeling around you on the upholstery, she kicks your boxers to the floor with a free foot, joining your pants around your ankles. She had been forceful enough in removing them from under you that you were impressed she managed to disrobe you without tearing them.

One hand still pressed against your lips, her other beelined for your privates, stroking your limp cock which wasted no time in springing into action, hardening under her tender grasp right away.

Despite the betrayal from your body, you had no intention to follow through with this if able. Sure, she was attractive in every conventional way, but she was still a sentient cat - one that you had a hand in creating, no less. One forceful rendezvous with sapient wildlife had been more than enough for you. You blushed thinking back to yesterday, your ass shaking as Angel had rammed you again and again. Yeah, no. These animals needed to learn the concept of consent, and that included the fatcat currently stroking you off. Besides, what might Fluttershy say if she caught you? She could come in at any minute! She may have written yesterday off as an accident, because it plainly was, but if she saw you now you'd never be able to adequately explain yourself. She'd probably think you were some degenerate freak, and you wanted to believe you still had a good chance with her, so that simply could not happen.

Your train of thought was derailed by a stray Opal wandering onto the tracks. She lowered herself onto you, squatting over you with her delicate feet perched on the ends of the chair, holding onto the arms for balance. As you entered her, her velvety inner grip massaged your throbbing dick, sending explosions of pleasure pulsing through your brain.

"A-Ahh!" you cried, before clasping a hand over your mouth in a futile attempt to mask your own pleasure.

She thrusts herself skyward, leaning into you as she does so, likely for balance more than intimacy. As she finishes winding up, leaving only your tip buried in her entrance, she gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, followed by a wink, acknowledging your excitement.

"Take care of me and I'll take care of you in the way only a lady can, darling," she said, before slamming down on your crotch with the force of a moving bus. Your hand retreated from your mouth, no longer able to contain the cry of pleasure that bellows out from you, your lust puppeting your body against your will.

This quickly develops into a routine, Opal swiftly arcing herself up your length before bellowing right down on your shaft. She works your member a few more times, testing you out.

"Ah, no barbs. Such a smooth ride, and so civilized," she decreed. It felt like a compliment, but you didn't really know what to make of the comment, since not having a spiky cat-dick was typical for you. It did make you wonder how many times she may have snuck out of Carousel Boutique only to let any town stray rut her mindlessly. It felt weird to you for her to compare that with now, since her body was completely different, but you supposed that for her it was the nearest frame of reference she had. Did she look back on being four-legged differently now that she was effectively half-human? Had the transformation process made her more intelligent, or were animals here always aware of what was going on? You knew first-hand from helping Fluttershy with her loving pets that they had more between their ears than any critter back on Earth - hell, they acted damn-near human at times anyway. Maybe for Opal and Angel, Discord's mischief had resulted in speech and a mobility upgrade and nothing else. If that were true, you certainly hoped Rarity's cat wouldn't be lusting after you when she was made feral again.

For now, though, the feline babe was content to ravage herself against you, and you were content to watch, her heavy breasts swinging in front of you with each movement, the jiggle providng you with some in-flight entertainment, as it were. You reached out and cupped one, feeling her up. She looked up at you after sensing the intrusion, but made no move to stop you; instead her eyes seemed to be pleading for you to continue.

You felt around her bosom with a thumb, before finding a protrusion under the fur. Giving the nub a firm twiddle to test your theory, you knew what you had unearthed. There has to be a catnip joke here somewhere, you thought.

Feeling adventerous for a moment, lost in the haze of lust that Opal's cock-milking had sent you spiralling into, you leaned your head forward, keeping her left tit firm in your hand, before moving in with your face. Feeling out her nipple under her lustrous fur, you parted her coat with your hand before diving in with your lips.

She gasped as you suckled her, tightening her grip on the right arm of the chair instantly, claws shredding the material, while her right paw swung behind your head, cradling you against her. She rocked up and down over you, panting with increasing fervor, her pace only picking up.

It thrilled you to have a little control this time, limited though it was, forcing her to nurse you as begging raps of her fingers against the back of your neck urged you to continue. You knew cats liked milk, but you didn't know that applied to being milked, too.

Pleasing her in this way certainly swelled your ego, a much-needed feeling after yesterday's humiliation. Well, this certainly wasn't what you had wanted, but perhaps things didn't work out so badly after all. At least you shouldn't be limping home this time... or painting the streets of Ponyville with your dripping ass. Celestia damn that bunny.

When you decided that you'd had enough of Opal to drink, you pulled back, leaning fully against the chair after letting her readjust to accommodate the change in position. She moved her right hand over your chest, tugging on your collar, still pumping you all the while.

The folds of her flesh wobbled with the movement, belly shaking in a hypnotic sway. She breifly abandoned her clutch on the chair and slicked back the fur on her head which had started to draw over her eyes, having been weighed down by sweat born of your activity. Her bow flicked against her paw as she did so, catching the light pouring in from behind her. Her tail bristled against your legs, keeping your lower half warm.

You didn't know pussy could be this good. Again and again Opal endeavored to stimulate every last nerve in your penis, taking your whole rod with every thrust, her asshole meeting your balls with each jerk.

"MmmMmmm~rooow," she yowled, devolving into feral feline noises, her claws twitching against both you and the chair as her intensity drove her forward. Her eyes became almost vacant, detached, seemingly empty of all thought except copulation.

Bucking against your hips repeatedly, she kicked up from her knees, entering a half-stand at the peak of her climbs now, practically dancing on your dick. Her claws quickly left their positions anchoring herself to you, instead allowing for further freedom of movement as she geared up for greater and greater heights with which to crash down on you. She played with her own breasts, occasionally slicking back tufts of fur that got in her way in-between blowing them out of her face with heavy bellows.

Mewing with the pleasure of one satisfied kitty, her noises and her expert maneuvers sent you over the edge, the twitching coming from your loins alerting you to what was about to happen. You gripped the armchair as her soft cheeks slapped against your thighs, the clapping sounds urging you on as though an enraptured audience. Fire poured out from within you, flooding Opal's pussy with your love. When she sensed what was happening, she clamped down around you, locked to your base to absorb the oncoming white tide. Nonethless your semen spilled out from around her folds, speckling your legs and hers with evidence of the intimate deed you had comitted.

As her ragged breathing calmed down, her chest swelled and receeded rapidly, hulking chest bobbing in and out as she sat on you agape, tongue reaching for her chin. You felt your own blood begin to slow, the heat and the pressure that had built within you starting to subside as you came floating gently back to earth.

"W... Wow," was all you could say. It had certainly been an experience.

Opal offered no words of acknowledgement, occupying herself with cleaning a stand of cum that had covered her right wrist as she unhilted you, still straddling you in the chair. She lapped at it just like a housecat would; it was strangely adorable in a way.

When she was done she climed down to the floor, holding your legs as she rubbed her face against your half-hard cock, before lapping away at the cum-drenched tool with a greedy tongue, cleaning you. God damn, she really gives deluxe service.

Now that your vision wasn't flooded with cat-tittes, you saw one perplexed looking Angel bunny staring at you, mouth contorted into a grimace.

"Yeesh, dude, you really think fucking a cat in my living room's going to mess with me? Says more about you than anything. What a creep."

Ignoring him, you closed your eyes in bliss for a moment, soaking up remnants of pleasure that battered your senses. After a while, you felt the attentive tongue stop, and heard a shuffling from in front of you. Feeling strong fuzzy legs work their way over you once again, you immediately snap to attention, coming face to face with Opal once more.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Getting ready, of course. You didn't really think we'd only do it one time, did you? Tch, you have no idea what heat is like at all, do you? Have you never been with a lady before? No matter, I can teach you a thing or two."

As she moves to mount you, you pull your cock out of position, speaking with urgency. "Wait, hold the phone, lady. You mean we're not done? How long do you expect me to keep going?"

She tuts to herself, her head leaning back in ponderous thought. "Well, could be up to a half-dozen times, easy. We cats may be refined, but we know how to party, darling. Now be a good boy and... hold... still..." she trails off, fighting against you over control of your joystick, wrestling your wrist with one hand in an attempt to guide your penis back toward her.

You almost implode at the news. "Six times?! I can't manage that, I'll die! Have you ever even HEARD the term 'refractory period'?! Come on, you've had your fun, and I'll admit it wasn't so bad for me either, but we're done - get off me. I need to get dressed before Fluttershy-"

Suddenly a cold, hard, and, critically, sharp object finds your jugular. Opal leers at you, threatening your neck with the precision murder weapons that extended out of her paws. "I don't think you seem to comprehend the situation, darling. I am not asking."

Your blood runs cold and your eyes roll back into your head, face turning pale. She'd fuck you into dust if you didn't do something, but right now she seemed like she'd sooner kill you than let you get away, and you didn't want to test just how far she'd be willing to go to get her rocks off at your expense. This was a bind.

"Opal... please. We can talk about this."

"Talk?!"

She almost chokes on the word.

"You dragged me out of my home, marched me up here in the sweltering heat, past all this, ugh, nature - just to leave me standing in a bush outside the front door for I don't know how long while you go gallivanting after your pony friend, who by the way, lives in an even tackier home than Rarity, and then have the gall to ask me to debase myself by ruining my pristine fur hunting some nobody rabbit, who is also completely rude," she yelled, looking behind her to inject that venom at Angel, "And now you like to pretend that you will not quell this quivering in my loins?" she finalizes, putting a hand to her chest dramatically at this last line. "No. You owe me. Ponies like to think that they're so smart, that they're the ones who have it all going on, that they're the master, and you're no different. Well things are certainly different now, aren't they? I rather like the idea of having my own stress-relief human, and you're not running away. So you just lay there like the strapping young lad you are, and it'll all be over when it's over."

You feel her drop onto the head of your penis with a 'plop', the pair of you still wet from your last round. Desparate, you begin looking for ways out, but it's no use, she has you right where she wants you and there's little you can do about it.

Railing along your dick once more, Opal plows you again, grinding on your penis with immediate vigor despite having barely finished your last bout. Just where does she get this energy? Jesus, fuck!

Your stalwart soldier may well have about enough in him for a round two, but round three? Four? You cringed at the imagined chafing, your abused dick pleading for reprieve. As Opal propels down on you with force, you look over her shoulder at your hope and salvation. He may well just be your demise, as well, but beggars ain't choosers, and right now you had to beg.

"H... Help me!" you pleaded with Angel, who still loitered at the rear of the room, likely intriguied by the dynamic you and Opal had struck up.

He tottered toward you a bit, stopping a few steps away from the chair to your right, tapping a foot with intensity and crossing his arms. He didn't even try not to look smug at your predicament.

"Well, well, well, the hyooman bites off more than he can chew. Not for the first time, either."

"Get her off me!" you scream as Opal slams you, all but oblivious to the world around her as her base instincts took over.

"Say 'I love bunny cum'," he demanded.

You rolled your eyes. Really? We're doing this?

Seeing no other way, and glad to swap a soon to be wounded dick with some wounded pride, you concede.

"I love bunny cum."

Angel appeared to scrutinize you, angling his head as if trying to crack some criminal case.

"I don't believe you."

You sigh, before putting on a sarcastic voice, practically reciting your plea in air quotes, but hoping your words would prove sufficient to the bothersome bunny anyway. "No, no, really. I love bunny cum. I do."

Angel tilts his head. "How much do you love it?"

For fuck's sake, man!

"I love it more than anything. More than food and water. I wake up thinking of bunny cum, and I go to bed dreaming of bunny cum."

His foot taps rhythmically on the wooden floor, while his penetrative eyes judge you. Finally, he seems to reach a conclusion, grabbing his junk, which poked out from his groin a little, perhaps brought back to life by the freaky sex show that unfolded in front of him over the preceding minutes.

"Prove it."

You swallow hard, looking his cock in the eye. It swelled with the attention of Angel's small hands, stroking along his shaft dutifully as he coaxed it out of its sheath, guiding it toward you. Were you really going to do this a second time? And semi-willingly, at that?

As Opal continued squeezing you for all you were worth, you quickly agreed, simply wishing the experience to be over with. With a nod, you strike your accord, and Angel shuffles into position.

...A little too far away. You crane you neck as far off the side of the headrest as you possibly can, but come up just short. Looking up furstratedly, Angel simply smirks down at you, making no moves to help you. Left with no choice, you stick out your tongue as much as you are physically able, just about meeting the edge of his penis.

With a slight moan, he turns side-on, allowing you to drag your tongue up and down his length with considerable effort. You feel as though your tongue may just burst out of your throat for all the concentration this takes, mentally cursing your tormentor. Figures he wouldn't make this easy for you. Was he not already proving enough by coercing a blowjob off of you in the first place?

"Careful, hyooman, you might get addicted to bunny dick. It has been known to happen," he says smugly, patting your head with one hand while keeping his shaft steady with the other. "This'll teach you to try and get one over on me."

No longer content in letting you graze his cock with the tip of your tongue, barely touching him, he now begins rubbing it over your face, though still from a distance that necessitates you to lean your head considerably. He pushes it closer, his shaft working between your lips as you engulf the cone of red.

He teases more and more of himself into you, until your lips almost close around his shaft, Angel essentially fucking your jaws from his position. His pace quickens, as a particularly hefty slam from Opal reminds you why you were doing this, her ass crashing onto you with might.

All at once, he turns, guiding his tip into you and turning this into a more traditional oral display, slipping in and out of you from base to tip, his widening dick parting your mouth more and more as you would grow closer to his hilt.

"Oh, Anon," you hear suddenly, breaking your concentration, eyes darting across the room to see Fluttershy floating in the archway to the kitchen, carrying a sizeable bag of animal food. "You really do love animals, don't you?" she beams, flashing you a smile. If anypony - literally anypony - else were speaking, you would take this as mockery, but she was so god damn sincere in her words, you knew she was truly happy to see you right at home with her furry friends. Perhaps that was a little concerning, honestly, given what you were doing.

You try to call out to her for help, but Angel, alert to your efforts, gags you with his meat, shoving his bunny dick into your mouth as far as it would go while restraining your head. Opal, for her part, doesn't seem to notice the pegasus behind her at all, fucking you raw right in front of her.

Unable to offer your response, Fluttershy fills in the silence for you. "Well, I'll just be heading back out with this feed, I'll leave you to it. Thank you for taking such good care of Angel, I've never seen him so well behaved."

Well behaved?! Maybe if well behaved meant silent.

"Until later, then. Bye, Anon!" she says, turning on the spot with a few flaps of her wings, darting out of sight once again.

When the coast it clear, Angel pulls out of you, allowing you to pause for breath, his length absolutely coated in your spit.

"Asshole," you choke out, cursing him, before he buries himself in you again, enjoying your throat to the fullest. As he brushes tender fingers along your neck and cheek, prompting you to suck harder, Opal underscores the affair with a series of 'schlops', her drenched cavern craving release.

Tired of your degradation, you work free a hand from under Opal, reaching for the base of Angel's dick, taking matters into your own hands. With more control, you dutifully work his shaft with your tongue, resulting in some grunts of pleasure from the bunny.

Angel's foot started thumping at mach speed, so much so that you worried the floor would give out under him as you sucked him dry, feeling a tensing of his organ. Preparing yourself for his release, you give his tip one final flick with your tongue.

For the second time in as many days, Angel bunny shot his load into your mouth. You took effort to not spill any, lest he make an excuse to complain and try and weasel his way out of your deal. Clamping around him like a seal, you felt the surge of cum carry itself down your esophagus. You sure hoped this stuff didn't mess with your stomach bacteria, or something.

Huffing as he loosens his grip on your face, Angel calms his stomping foot, breathing heavily. He seemed more stoic yesterday, but perhaps he cared less about intimidating you now given he had you exaclty where he wanted anyway.

As he pulled out, you felt his bitter taste linger on your tongue. A few moments pass, time demarked only by the slapping of Opal's feline cushion against your legs.

Eventually, you piped up. "Well?"

"Just a sec," he said, walking to the open window on the wall behind you, close to the front door. You couldn't see what he was doing from where you sat, lacking the freedom of movement, but you soon heard the flowing of liquid as the rabbit let out a soothed "Ahh."

Was he pissing? Out the window?

Left little time to ponder, Opal began her ritual prowl again, hissing with delight as she quickened her jerks along your chest. Your face was buffetted by her tits, practically smothered in them as she climbed up your body, squatting over your crotch at an angle, her back arched like a professional gymnast. She had the poise of a pornstar, which felt appropriate for her sex drive, but perhaps not for her classy demeanor.

Sensing Angel's presence over you once more, you sought his assistance.

"Okay, now... a little help?"

Angel stood there momentarily, as though in thought, before pacing around to your front, wherein he gave Opal the loudest, most forceful slap on the ass you had ever seen or heard. Immediately she sprang into action, body responding to the attack with power and pace, thrusting into you somehow with even more enthusiasm than shown last time. Her thick body rippled with the movement, looking like a pot of yoghurt being played with by a teasing spoon, her folds and rolls vibrating, jittering, flailing around.

"Your problem now, pal," came the voice above you, as Angel made motion to leave you to your fate.

"P... Puh... Please!!" you screamed at him, stopping him in his tracks. Looking back to you, he rolled his eyes before sighing.

"Oh, fine."

Opal continued to rock your world, sending waves of pleasure up your body as she glances over her fangs with her tongue.

You saw Angel come up behind her, seeming to assess the situation, before bending his knees slightly, taking her ass in his hands.

What the hell is he doing?

Waiting for his moment, Angel slides himself into the frisky kitty's ass the moment she dips, eliciting a pleasured howl from her.

"Oaaha," is the most intelligible of the noises to escape her lips.

Angel begins thrusting at her from behind, battering her posterior. She gasps, shudders, and digs into your chest with both paws, clawing your shirt.

"Agh!" you seethe, grimacing at the pain as she draws some blood. She barely broke skin, clearly not trying to hurt you, but it was still unexpected and did sting.

Your bunny tormentor bucked with all his might, trying in vain to match Opal's speed. As she ascended up your shaft, she kneaded you with her paws, then as she thrust down your length Angel would take his moment to fill her ass completely.

Pounding pussy in Fluttershy's living room, you keep this momentum going for a few minutes, all becoming increasingly tired, though the others hardly seemed to show it in comparison to you, drenched in your own sweat despite having the least physically demanding role in the ménage à trois.

It was a strange feeling; you could feel Angel displacing Opal from within, her shifting insides caressing your own bulge. As he filled her posterior, you could sometimes feel his member brush against yours between the flesh that separated Opal's cavities. It was like a form of bizarre sexual fencing. You went on like this, dicks separated by only a thin wall, until eventually the cat seemed to show frenzied signs of nearing completion.

Her incoherent sounds grew more vocal, and her presence dominated you one final time, her once-elegant face a metling mess of lust. You wondered how much of the last five minutes she was even aware of, succumbing to her desire entirely. Not a single thought seemed to bounce around in her head, the heat-spurred feline tearing her chunky body down on her lovers' pricks with reckless abandon.

"~MeoOOOOooowww!!" she cried as you and Angel flooded her simultaneously, cum pouring from your cock like your life depended on it. Hell, it just might.

You felt Angel twitching with the same sensation, his gushing making short work of her tired and stretched ass as you finished off her pussy with its second glaze.

In no time at all, Opal fell onto you face-first, burying her head against your shoulder. For a while you felt too terrified to move, but soon you were comforted to hear a purring snore eminate from her throat, her husky voice reverberating against your body. She was out cold.

You felt like wiping your brow in sheer relief, but currently lacked the range of motion. Now having a clearer view of Angel, you watched him pull out with care.

"How'd you know that would work?"

"I didn't."

He sidled up to you one last time and, seeing you stuck in place, decided to take one last moment to be a nuisance, wiping his cum-covered dick on your face. As you close your eyes in panic and disgust, the sensation only lasts a couple of seconds, coating your right cheek, before you feel him pull away.

Making his way to the staris as he had originally intended before all this unfolded, he called out to you once more. "Next time you ask me for a favor, I'm taking your ass again. Don't make a habit of it."

And with that, he was gone.

Left contemplating what exactly had just happened, a million thoughts filled your mind. How were you going to get Opal back without causing suspicion? Would you be able to find Discord to change her back in time? Would Fluttershy forgive you for leaving her to make right your wrongs after she had specifically invited you to hang around earlier?

And most importantly... how the hell were you going to get off this chair without waking Opal?

It really was shaping up to be one of those weeks.

Man's Best Friend

You arrived at the front of the cottage short-tempered and a little sleep-deprived. Yesterday hadn't exactly panned out as you had hoped, and while you gotten some cat-girl action out of it for your troubles, this had come at the cost of two serious threats to your personal safety, the first of which came from Opal herself, who had damn near held you at knifepoint yesterday in her heat-induced forced mating craze, you owing your neck to your recent mortal enemy, Angel the bunny. Not that his assistance had come cheap. The second threat came from Rarity, who was down one Opal, and was thoroughly pissed. When you had, with great care, slinked away under the snoozing feline yesterday, you had not the nerve to stir her and risk another bout of intimate snuggling - you still felt your heart flutter at the intensity of last time - and when you had gone back later in the day, she had gone. Not home, but gone nonetheless. You were scared enough that she would go wandering around town and expose her new form - which you were ultimately responsible for - but thankfully Fluttershy had been on hand to inform you that she was instead prowling around in the Everfree.

You knew cats liked to go on long journeys at night and loiter in nearby woods and the like, but you had hoped she might fight the urge a little now that she leaned more on the woman side.

You had come by first thing the next morning only to catch her under the morning light, napping in a tree a little ways into the forest. As thankful that you were that she hadn't delved deeper and turned into a manticore snack, you were still pissed. You had been worried sick, for her sake as well as your own hide. Funny how you actually felt more concerned now that she possessed human-like mobility. She was probably more agile as a regular cat, though, right? While she and Angel had retained a lot of their more animalistic qualities, they still faced limitations in their new bodies. You wouldn't fancy your own chances in the depths of the Everfree, so you had every reason to be just as concerned for Opal.

Anyway, she refused to come home, citing something about requiring a minimum of 12 hours beauty sleep and cussing you out in a most unladylike manner before dozing off again. You weren't about to go topping trees to wrestle her down, not that you had a remote chance of winning that fight anyway, so you had been left to go home and lick your wounds, as it were. Again.

That's what landed you in your current situation. Boy, was it one you lamented.

Feeling a buzzing presence darting around you as you stumbled up to Fluttershy's front door, you tried for what must have been the fiftieth time to calm down your eager companion.

"Heel, girl."

Winona sat on her haunches for a second, eyes staring up at you with unbridled momentum barely contained, before she let loose her velocity once more, circling your feet on all fours.

That is, on her hands and feet.

Yes, yes... you had done it again. It was the only way you saw to put everything right, really! Opal was claiming asylum at Fluttershy's, and the more time you burned, the greater the risk that you got rumbled for giving her to Discord to transform into an anthropomorphic aberration of nature.

So you had gone to Applejack. Spinning her a story about wanting to pay her back for landing you your first job since your arrival in this pony-inhabited world, you offered to take the mutt into your care for the day, just as a way of lessening her own work duties around the farm. She seemed a little suspicious at the specificty of your request, at least at first, but when you brought it back to wanting to take a stroll up to Fluttershy's, your credibility skyrocketed. After all, that'd be a fair walk for the pooch, heading across to the other side of town, not to mention Fluttershy's love of all things four-legged making Winona an obvious companion for your journey. So the sweet, trusting farmpony relented, handing you the leash to your salvation.

Tracking down Discord had been easier than expected, too - the guy always seemed to be there when needed, somehow. Once again, he had fulfilled your desire, no questions asked, changing Winona at your command, though you did wonder if this would be your last time getting away with this. After all, a repeat order of humanoid critters to go would eventually raise an eyebrow, even on a being that looked like his eyebrows might come from a separate animal. Besides, Discord liked... well, discord - if you started boring him, he'd lose interest. It wouldn't matter, though. This new plan was the key to fixing everything. You just had to use Winona to wrangle Opal, get her back to Discord, them make him turn the lot of them back to normal. Convincing him to undo his trickery may well end up being the hardest part all this, but you could cross that bridge when you came to it.

You were shaken from your ruminations by the mud being slung at the cuffs of your pants. You had already lost approximately 1.5 sets of clothes over the last two days to barnyard shenanigans; the prospect of spoiling yet more didn't excite you, given what a pain in the ass they were to get. Given your reliance on Rarity for that particular task, you hoped Opal came crawling back to you sooner rather than later, or you may well be condemned to a lifetime of nudity in Equestria when your remaining threads went to tatters.

"Winona! Stop it!" you said to the dog, who was digging in at the dirt next to you with her heels.

It was funny; she was the only one of the trio so far to spend most of her time on all fours, even after being cooked up a nifty pair of arms and legs. You wondered if it was the excitement doing that to her. She bounded along in a sort of crawl that frequently upgraded to something of a half-crouch at random intervals. It was difficult to explain, but it reminded you of the way great apes got around, using their fists for balance half the time in a hunched charge - only she would bounce up under her flat palms instead.

She was lean, her tiny wrists and ankles pounding the floor with the needed leverage to propel herself along nonetheless, while the curvature of her sleek back stood out in the afternoon sun. She looked athletic, but not muscular, as though built for sprinting. She was thin and stout, and her fur was matted from her escapades. Her brown tail shook at immeasurable speed behind her, guiding her ahead like a rudder, while a black nose snuffled at the air.

"I said stop it! Bad dog!" you said, prompting her to sound a harsh whine as she turned around to face you mid-squat, supporting herself by placing her hands out onto the ground before her.

Looking at the puppy dog eyes she put on, you couldn't stay mad. "Okay, fine, just sit there quietlty for a sec, alright?"

She beamed at your forgiveness, mood swinging so violently it threatened to enter orbit.

She lurched up, panting, holding her arms up in a subservient begging pose with her hands balled into fists. "Yes, master!"

"And I told you to stop calling me that."

Waiting for no permission, you opened the door to Fluttershy's home, stepping inside.

It felt eerily quiet, and the place showed some signs of wear and tear again. Perhaps Angel had gone on another tirade. Then again, Opal may well have had a hand in this as well. Items were dislodged from their usual homes, and hay and animal feed was strewn about the place haphazardly. The living room was poorly lit, the curtains having been half drawn.

Sensing no other presence in the room, you pushed on through to an empty kitchen, where your ears perked up at a ruckus coming from out back. Heading to the rear window, you endeavor to see what all the commotion is.

Your heart nearly jumps out your throat at the sight in Fluttershy's yard. You see the butter-coated pegasus positioned in the middle of some nondescript animal pen, laid down with her hooves splayed out in the mud, her head supported by a white hand that you know all too well. Angel is piping her good, throttling her neck and pulling on her furtherst wing with his off-hand. She gasps in between his grunts, the bunny stuffing your beloved with skill.

"S-sorry - ah! - A-Angel, h-h-honey... I was just... trying to - oh, fuck! - feed the geese quickly before I... - sweet Celestia, yes! - got t-to you..."

You recoiled instantly, not desiring to see any more. As your heart ached a little, you felt an anger bubbling in your gut. So it wasn't just the one time, then. It looked like Fluttershy had been given little say in her participation, but that didn't exactly make it much better. Many complicated feelings swirled within you, culminating in what felt like a decisive pang of sadness. You turned away, retreating from the window entriely. Angel spotting you and being able to lord this over you was the last thing you needed right now. You wished you could make him pay for treating the sweet pegasus like some broodmare.

Balling your fists to expunge your rage, you swiflty retraced your steps. Darting into the living room again with the intent to go trapsing around in the woods to look for Opal and calm down, you instead come face-to-face with the housecat, who is dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her head. You nearly bump into her at the bottom of the stairs, much to her chagrin, but you steady yourself in time, putting on the brakes with expert precision as your heels dug into the slick wooden floor as best as they were able.

"Ah!" is all you managed at first, brain taking a moment to register your target.

"Well, some fine how-do-you-do this is," declared Opal, chin bound for the ceiling as she raised her head in a pout.

"You... you are coming with me right now!"

She tuts at this. "Right now? I think not. I just showered. Walking back like this will mess up my fur."

She ignores your attempt at being imposing, making her way to the armchair she had taken you on yesterday, resting her plump posterior on the cushions with a thud.

"Besides, I'm not going back to Rarity's. That slut can go find something else to amuse her. My beauty is not to be caged, darling."

With this, she produces a file from atop a nearby cupboard before idly going to work on her claws, paying you no further attention.

Damn, I guess cats really do hate their owners.

Dejected, but in no mood to let it show, you rally yourself. "Fine, then you leave me no choice. Win...o...na?"

Before you even finish calling the first syllable of the canine's name, she's in like a shot, bounding around in a circle in the center of the room before running up to Opal and pouncing on her, licking her face.

Opal sputters, aghast. "Ugh, get off me, you mangey mutt!" She dislodges Winona with a shove, sending the dog to the floor. Winona sulks at this, seemingly ambivalent to Opal getting physical but outright downtrodded at the rejected affection.

"If you don't come with me, there's more where that came from."

Winona at this point has already preoccupied herself with something else, sitting on the floor with one leg extended into the air at a ninety degree angle while the other stretches out at her side. With flexibility you thought impossible, she drags her long tongue right up the inside of her leg, her privates on full display as she does the splits in front of you, pointed toes tingling slightly as she grooms herself.

Despite yourself, you feel your pants tighten a little at the display, the dog girl's drool coating her inner thigh and shin and leaving them sparkling, her tender legs beckoning attention. Snapping out of it with a shake of your head, you steel yourself, remembering why you were here.

"Winona!"

Her head pivots to you in a nanosecond, though she does not break form. "Yes, master?"

"Opal wants lickies."

Her face lighting up, Winona is on Opal again in a flash, closing the short distance between her spot on the floor and the solitary chair with a simpleminded grin, tongue left flapping behind her in her wake. Opal puts her hands out to brace for the impact, but it's not nearly enough to shield herself the Winona's attack. Winona leads with her face, much like she would have as a quadruped, another hangover from the change, you presumed. She stands on her hind legs as close to the foot of the chair as able, positioned between Opal's knees, while her hands grab the cat's arms to keep her steady as she tongues the snobbish kitty right on her face. You fight back a smirk unsuccessfully.

Looking around the room, you notice that your loyal chum has already managed to track mud everywhere. Her hands are also pretty dirty, having also functioned as a mode of transport for about half of her journey to the cottage when she sprung along on all fours; the dried flakes of mud rub off on Opal's pure fur.

"Gah! She's getting me filthy! Get her off!"

"You taste really good and I love you," said Winona between slurps, oozing with dog-brand enthusiasm.

"I'll call her off when you agree to come quietly," you say, having a lot of fun in leveraging your control over the situation. This is about as well as any of your plans had gone thus far - perhaps perseverance really was the key.

"N-Never!" she cried.

"Suit yourself," you said, leaning against the wall with a hand as Winona continues to slobber on her. When Opal tries to shrink back into the chair to get some distance, Winona leans in even closer, perching a dirty paw on her right boob for stability, practically on top of her now.

"Pff, pwah!" the kitty sputters, spitting the dog's saliva from her mouth as the hard-working tongue drags itself over her whole face. First she'd lap at her right cheek, carrying the lick on over her eye and off her head, then switching tact, opting to scrub Opal's face in circles, before nipping at her chin with tender and playful little bites, eliciting almost inaudible moans from the feline as she reclined further and further into the folds of the chair.

Winona stood on Opal's feet, stopping her from moving her legs, their thighs rubbing against each other as mud tracked from one body to the other. Once again, you felt a something stir within you, pangs of arousal knocking at your door. "Y-yeah, keep going..." you call out to the pooch.

Opal's retreat cedes yet more ground to Winona, who by now has both paws on the cat's sizeable breats, pawing at them and jiggling them with the force of her licks. Opal opens her mouth to protest, only to find Winona's tongue shoved down her throat in a wet French kiss.

Your head swells with thoughts about what was happening and what you should do. On the one hand, you really should get back on task, lest fate find some new way to bite you in the ass. On the other hand, it had been a stressful couple of days, and this was really fucking hot.

Making your decision all at once, you reach for your flies, whipping out your cock at the other end of the room, unnoticed by the two ladies. Stroking yourself slightly, you enjoy the unfolding scene.

Opal's once pristine fur is now aboslutely matted with grime, brown splotches dotting her body all over. She looked like she had just done a full service on a car in the nude. Winona, not one to be deterred, leaned more into the kiss, absolutely dominating Opal's mouth with ease.

Yeah, you made the right choice with her.

"Winona, go lower," you command. She immediately obeys, withdrawing her tongue to sit on her knees, before burying her face in Opal's pussy.

"Aaahhhhh!"

Opal let out an almighty cry before biting a finger to restrain herself, face flushed with pleasure as she remained unable to repel Winona's assault. You carry on tugging your shaft, mind running wild with the scene before you.

Winona ate Opal out like she was born to do it, lapping with undeterred ferocity, tongue-fucking her vagina with every fibre of her being. Her tail went into overdrive, fanning the room and sending a cool breeze your way, while also serving to show off her ass, which bobbed from side to side with delight. Getting an idea, you move in behind her and give her rear a firm tap with your left hand twice in quick succession.

"Up. Atta girl."

She lifts her booty obediently, bending over to keep servicing the pussy in front of her. Grabbing two handfuls of her slender ass, you steady the swaying rump, before driving your cock into her cunt with force.

Her face lifts up, briefly abandoning her duties to the puffy lower lips in front of her as she lets out a moan of pleasure, tongue hanging limply out of the side of her mouth.

She squeezes around you instantly, making it some work for you to keep pressing on, her tightness proving to be a test. You angle your hips this way and that, having to tease yourself into her slowly and steadily. It reminded you of your time spent practising parallel parking back home. You never were the best at it.

It's now more than ever that you notice just how small her rump is, leaving you little room for negotiation. You were barely two-thirds in and already felt like she was reaching capacity. Her inner walls grip your head and shaft, pulsing arousal through your groin and up your body, but also blocking you from further access.

By now Winona has resumed lapping away at Opal, who is squealing in delight, wearing a facial expression that betrays her own disgust and annoyance at receiving such pleasure from this. You catch sight of her past Winona's tail, which you have slung across your left shoulder to steady your grip on her, though you feel it vibrating against your upper arm and neck as it tries to break free. Thrusting gently, bit by bit, you break new ground in Winona's pussy, eventually sheathing yourself in her entirely. Wanting to confirm a suspicion you had, you reach down under her belly with your left hand, finding a sublte yet discernable bulge in the threshold between her navel and upper pelvis. You must be stretching her to her limits.

You hear a muffled flurry of lovestruck acclamations eminating from somewhere in front of Opal's crotch. "Y-yes master, bury your bone in me! Make me your breeding bitch! I... I love you, master! Fuck me hard!"

Needing no further invitation, you see about putting this newfound space to work, pulling back until you're half out, before plunging back in fully. Her moan of appreciation may have been absorbed slightly by Opal's tender parts, but it is loud enough to grace your ears nonetheless. You repeat the motion, testing her limits by pulling back further this time, eliciting another noise of affirmation.

As you pound away, burying more of your length into her tight folds with every thrust, she shakes her own ass back into you, meeting you half way. She paws at Opal's curvy form above her, groping belly folds, breasts, neck - everything she could get het mitts on. Opal, becoming more and more unrestrained, cannot hold back her own cries any longer, which in turn spurs you on. Her towel had long fallen behind the chair, discarded, while her still-drying fur puffed out defiantly every which way, much of it marred by Winona's tracked mud from their rubbing bodies. All in all, she looked like a kitty that had fallen into a reservoir full of dirty rainwater that had been hastily blowdried by a frantic owner thereafter.

Sensing that you were near bursting point already, you grab Winona's ass in your hands, pulling the skin together with your fingers. You get little pruchase, her lithe form offering you scant flesh to grip as you massage her cheeks. This was quite a contrast to the thickness supreme that was Opal, whom you might just get lost in should you try and plunge a hand into her rippling rolls. Winona was certainly doing her best in that regard.

Feeling your vision blur a little at the brink of climax, you push forward one last time, losing as much of yourself in the pup as humanly possible, her impossibly tight vagina putting up yet more resistance. Capping off at about three-quarters of your shaft, you burst, shooting into Winona with vigor. She pants, drawing up one last slow and deliberate lick over Opal's pussy, sending her, in turn, into a spiralling orgasm, hitting the sides of the chair with her dainty hands to signal her desire. The three of you stay in place for a moment, connected as one being, before you pull away, your cum leaking from Winona's pussy onto the floor.

Stopping to catch your breath, you double over, exhilaration slowing. Opal remains a wet and messy heap in the chair while Winona stands before you, panting. She walks over and gives you a loving lick on the face, before snuggling her head into your chest, wrapping her arms around you in a hug.

"H-heh, good dog," you say, caught off guard but returning the hug.

At this moment your bliss is derailed by none other than Angel, walking onto the scene from the kitchen. At the sight of the three of you he recoils his head a bit in surprise, clearly thinking he was alone - a surprise which turns into outright fear as Winona barrels toward him.

"New! New thing! I love new things! Hello, who are you? I'm Winona!" she bounds around his heels on all fours, circling the startled bunny, who calms down at seeing that the pup's intentions were harmless. You had briefed her on Opal, but it made sense that she wouldn't recognize Angel in his present state.

You notice that his long feet are covered in dirt, and you felt annoyed when you remember why. He had been rolling Fluttershy around in the mud like an animal not five minutes ago, stood in the middle of the filthy pen as he buried himself in her pussy again and again like a ravenous fiend. Your feelings of disdain welled up again as you locked eyes with the rabbit, who was still adjusting to Winona's presence. As she darted this way and that, around and between his legs, he lifted his right foot to clear the way for her lest she crash into him and knock him down entirely. Winona, however, seems to take this as an invitation, stopping in front of him and licking his bunny foot with glee.

Gross!

You knew dogs did that to everyone and everything, but Angel's feet were in no state to be cleaned with a tongue right now, mud stains reaching up past his ankles and dotting his lower shins. Winona does not care, lapping away at the underside of his foot, stretching her sensory organ right up his sole repeatedly.

"What the-" is all Angel can manage at this.

You notice that while only his feet are outright filthy, the rest of him is in no state of cleanliness either, his body fur slicked back from his own sweat, which seemed to drench him head to toe, while parts were tangled and seemed to be marked with stains that had long since dried, leaving you pondering just when the pesky bunny actually last cleaned himself.

Apparently you don't need to vocalize your thoughts, Opal beating you to the punch. "Good grief, darling! When was the last time you bathed?"

Angel looked at her like she had two heads.

"Girl... have you looked at yourself lately?"

To be fair, with the feline looking like she'd just been rolled over by a street sweeper, her statement did seem a little hypocritical. At least Opal had tried to practise proper hygiene, though. You rubbed the back of your head with a guilty smile, hoping she wouldn't be too mad about the part you played in all that.

"Besides," Angel went on, "I don't need to bathe. My body cleans itself."

Right now it looked like his body was cleaned only by Winona, who had cleaned up the layer of grime on Angel's lifted sole, and now switched to licking the top of his other foot, tongue dancing over ankles and toes.

"So you haven't bathed at all since you became like this? Sick, man," you declared, prompting an eye-roll from the irate lagomorph.

"Your cock's out," he said plainly, leaving you looking down in a hurry, remembering that you hadn't had time to put yourself away after your romp.

As you batted at your flies, Angel was already making his way over, Winona on his heels, stopping in front of you with a menacing look on his face. Please, none of your shit now, Angel.

"Here," he said, "Let me help," undoing the button that held your pants up with a quick pop, before wrapping his fingers around your waistband and throwing them down with an almighty heave, leaving your lower half stark naked as your underwear got caught in the crossfire. Before you could race down to pull them up, a hefty foot had stomped down between your legs, trapping your clothes under Angel's weight.

"Listen, douche, I don't have time for this right now," you spat, anger flaring up as the bunny had already given you enough reasons to despise him today before he even knew you were here.

"Hey, hyooman, guess where I just was?"

Don't test me, asshole.

"I don't care."

He continued on despite your obvious ire. "I was out back with Fluttershy, and I-"

You couldn't take this any more, your rage boiling over. "TAKE A WALK, MAN!"

...This proved to be a mistake.

Winona, who had been dutifully slobbering on the back of Angel's heel and lower leg, perked up behind him, here pupils pinpricks. "Walk?!"

She glanced up at you, tongue lolling, adrenaline hitting her hard and fast. "WALK!!"

She instantly bounded into you, which proved to be a problem not only because you were tripped up by the clothes wrapped around your ankles, but because Angel was currently between the two of you, and was sent barrelling into you. Acting on reflex, Angel steadies himself on you, wrapping you in a bear hug as he trips over your legs, plummeting with a twirl that lands you square on top of him on the floor, nose to nose.

"I've had quite enough of this," you hear Opal complain from behind you, getting up from her chair and strolling out the front door. Winona, in all the confusion, is hot on her tail, caught up in the excitement.

"Oh, are we going on a walk? Where are we going? Oh, I looove walks!" she said, bounding out the door after the cat. Damn it, I was this close to getting that fatcat back in Discord's clutches, and now I've lost Winona, too.

You pull your face away from Angel, but his strong arms remain wrapped around you, preventing you from dislodging yourself.

"Let go of me, dude."

He smirks, and you instantly know from experience that it won't be that easy.

"Y'know, hyooman... you and the prissy princess were right. I think I'll take a bath after all."

"Uh..." you start, unsure at how to respond to this non-sequitur. "Good for you?"

Angel just continues looking at you.

"Right now," he said.

You were thrown for a loop. "O...kay?"

"You'd better get to work, then."

As he raises his eyebrows, you falter, uncertain what he was asking.

"I can't exactly run a bath from here."

"Yes you can," he said, eyes aglow. "You see, I figured that you probably got jealous of that mongrel grovelling at my feet and worshiping me like that. I know you're a dirty perv at heart, hyooman, so I figured I'd give you a taste. You can give me a tongue bath."

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the-

"No way, you freak! Let me go!"

You try and prize yourself off him again, hands flat on the floor, but with both arms cradling you against his body, you had no choice, bound once again to Angel's whims. You couldn't go through with this, right? The fucker just admitted that he hadn't washed in forever! He was still sticky with exertion from the dicking he had just given Fluttershy!

"I could lay here all day, hyooman."

With a sigh, you resign yourself, knowing that he was right. Sure, if you waited, Winona might come back and rescue you, but who knew how long that would be? It could be hours. And if Opal had gone on an excursion in the Everfree again, mutt in tow, you really ought to set out after them as soon as possible in case anything bad happend to them. You couldn't do that with a snow white bunny wrestling you to the floor in perpetuity.

Cautiously shuffling down his form to bring your head in line with his abs, you stick out your tongue in preparation, wavering before you actually make contact. You look up at his face as he eyes you expectantly, clearly in no mood for bargaining.

After working up your nerve for some ten seconds, you finally drive your face down, giving his stomach a quick lick with your eyes closed. It was over so fast, you barely registered it. Lifting your lids, you look at the bunny, who wears an unamused expression.

"Today, please. I know you've got more in you than that."

You bring your face to Angel's soft, flat belly again, giving another lick, more confident this time, and without closing your eyes. You feel the salt linger on your tongue. His coat is short, leaving it close to the skin, and irritates your mouth.

"Again," Angel commands.

You take a slurp of his navel, glancing over his bellybutton, while his hand makes its way to the top of your head, guiding you.

"That's more like it."

Instead of pausing between licks now, you drag your tongue up and down his barrel in continuous bursts, cleaning the brute. You feel the contours of his chest, the bulk of his muscles, the rising and falling of his front with his breathing, scoping out his topography with your tongue. Lapping at the bunny with increased fervor, you abandon your cautious licks for elongated slurps, scooping up his sweat only to swallow it quickly, savoring none of the taste. Somehow, this felt more humiliating than any of the times he had forced himself on you.

His hand, gripping a tuft of your hair, steers you up and down, left and right, across his whole torso, leaving no spot untended. Angel was eager to have you lavish every area with care and attention. You feel his flesh underneath his fur, your tongue substituing for a sponge in providing his body the first clean-up it would have gotten for some time. As you move your own body up and down to accommodate the movements of your head, your flaccid, naked dick runs along the length of his thigh, and you soon feel his own bulge emerging.

Coming up to the higher parts of his chest, an idea springs into your mind, and you decide to take his right nipple into your mouth. You suck on Angel's nipple, brining a finger to the other, circling around it playfully. The bunny's head rolls back in surprised pleasure. You were rewarded with proof of your good work by a stabbing at your own gut from Angel's poky rabbit dick. Angel was only a few inches taller than you, but from your present position you felt tiny against him, curling up over his body so that you didn't have to shift yourself too much to reach his every fold.

When you detach yourself, a 'schlop' echoes around the room, evidence of the vacuum seal you had around his tit, saliva strings still linking you to the bump on his chest. You feel his grip on your head tighten again as he leans his neck up, newfound determination in his voice.

"Pits," he said simply, thrusting you into his underarm as he brought his free hand behind his head to grant you access. You were overwhelmed by musk, which was by far strongest here, and, wishing to get this over and done with, wasted no time in worshiping his sweaty armpit as instructed, you tongue lapping away at him.

Angel grunts as he removes his hand from your head briefly. You don't see where it goes, but you can guess when you suddenly feel a stiffness against your inner thigh, Angel likely now at full mast. With you tending his underarm, your body was more or less parallel with his, meaning your junk was currently squished against his pelvis and his own rabbit cock was just behind your ass. Feeling his hard member rub against the outside of your cheeks, a strong paw suddenly parts your ass on one side, spreading you for the horny bunny. Right as you end a long lick up his side with a flick of your tongue, her thrusts into you, causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion, your sounds muffled by his fur.

He pushes himself further into you, guiding your ass with his hand, before switching arms after leaving your cheek with a final slap. Dexterously pulling your face up with his hand, he shoves you into his other pit and begins using his other hand to push your ass down onto his cock. You don't have time to process the change, getting to work on his second armpit with your tonuge as he fucks you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, Angel's thrusts remaining fairly slow and steady from his prone position, but occasionally offering short frenzied bursts as if to keep you from getting too comfortable. Your throat was full of Angel's smells, and your own penis had started to harden against his crotch at the penetration. You licked away at his armpit like a thing possessed as you rode out the tail-end of one such fast-paced onslaught from his cock.

Between grunts, the smug bunny takes his time to goad you again. "Didn't I tell you that if I did you any more favors I'd take your ass?"

You pull up from his side, wiping your mouth to clean the spit that had dribbled down your chin, before replying.

"How the hell is this a favor?"

He flashes you a smile, his buck teeth glinting in his mouth. "Are you kidding? You clearly love this, hyooman."

You move to protest, before he continues.

"You're here, aren't you?"

This gives you pause for a moment, but you aren't having any of his bullshit. "I didn't ask you to throw me to the floor and start fucking me."

Angel just stares past you, gazing at the ceiling contentedly as you thrust him into you until he has no more shaft left exposed.

"By coming back, you did."

"N - ugh! - Not in most legalities," you uttered between breaths. "Why the fuck are you so goddamn inconsiderate, anyway? Were you born to be a massive prick?"

Angel looks at you quizzically for a moment. "So the pony never told you my origins? How typcial."

"She told me Discord zapped you or something, and now you talk back," you said, letting slip some venom.

"No, fool. My origins. Where she found me."

You look at him, intrigued, not expecting him to open up about something like this while you were bouncing on his groin. He takes your silence as an invitation to proceed.

"In rabbit culture, social hierarchy is important. One group will dominate others, and one individual will dominate any given group. I was sired by the most important rabbit in the strongest warren. In pony tongue you might call me a prince."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but it seemed too farcical to have been improvised. Surely Angel wouldn't spin an elaborate backstory just to mess with you?

He continued.

"That is, until that cursed day when that yellow pony found me, minding my own business and inspecting my grounds. I was young, sure, and I may have worn the scars of battle, but her insistence on 'nursing me back to health' was an insult to my strength and my birthright. So I make sure she knows her place, that she ensures my every need is met, as a reminder of what she owes me for ripping me away from my promised glory."

His thrusts quicken, the anger he was exuding coming out in his aggressive sex as he pounded into you harder and faster.

"So you see, pathetic hyooman, this world, and all in it, are mine to judge and plunder, to eat and fuck my way through life as I see fit, as is befitting of my station. And that includes you."

You cradle your head on his chest as his intensity only picks up, unable to support keeping yourself upright any longer, giving a low moan.

"I told you you'd get addicted to bunny dick," he said, with considerably more levity than he carried in his little personal tirade just before. In a weird way it brightened your mood to hear him like this - back to his old self, as it were - even though the jab at you was always unwelcome.

As his pumping slows slightly to a more manageable pace, you prop yourself up again, lifting your head slightly to look him in the eye.

"S-shut up, Angel..."

Your voice carries none of the hostility you would normally expect in such a situation, though it may be that he had simply drained you of all available energy, leaving you unable to argue. Nonetheless, he fights back at the token resistence you put up.

"No, really, I mean... coming back to me after I dominated you like that in front of your pony-mate? Twice? And bringing more creatures to fuck like the shameless perv you are? Even I can't believe you, sometimes, you scheming hyooman."

"It's not like I planned any of that," you said, voice running on low power. "And it's not like I enjoyed it."

That part was mostly true, at least, and he didn't see your little fling with Winona earlier, not that it couldn't be inferred from your exposed dick when he walked in. It wasn't your fault these animals were all so horny!

You see Angel's smile broaden, just a little, as he holds his palms up by his head. At first, you wonder what the hell he's doing, but eventually his point becomes clear; he hadn't been holding you in place. You were layed against him, being fucked on the floor, and he wasn't holding you down. Just how long ago had he let you go?

Your face suddenly seemed to take great inspiration from the color red, a flushed feeling coating your cheeks as Angel just gave you that signature cocky look of his.

Fucking bunnies, man.

"Unf," he grunted, "You might just be tighter than that pony slut."

You wanted him to shut up, any way, any how. Hovering over his face, you suddenly meet him in an aggressive kiss, catching him off guard. His eyes widen and he remains stock still for a moment, arms hanging by his sides, his thrusting on pause, as you plunged your tongue into the arrogant creature's throat. You realized that this was actually the first time you had gotten a leg up on him in one of these situations, and even though you'd had to meet him at his level to do so, it made you more than a little proud to have been in control of him like that, even for a fleeting moment.

Even when the shock wears off, Angel carries a look of disbelief on his face, as though unable to comprehend you actually engaging with him that way. Soon enough, however, he fights back, intent on punishing you for any usurpation of his dominance, even one as minor as this. Wrestling your tongue with his own, he quickly has you on the backfoot once more, forcing you back into your own mouth and filling it. As he kisses back passionately, his pumping resumes again under you, and you felt your own cock twitching. Surely he had to be close?

Before either of you could make sense of what was happening, a mad bout of scratching at the door took your attention. The door rattled on its hinges before bursting open under the force of one charging Winona, skidding into the room on her shins. Seeing the two of you, she makes an invitation for herself.

"Oh, dogpile!"

Unable to brace for the impact created by the high-octane mutt, she leaps over you, crushing you under her whole body and sending Angel burrowing into your hole, the intensity of which proves to be too much, as he throws his head backward to the floor and you feel him blow his load into you. Shot after shot of hot cum fills you as your ass feels like it's on fire. Winona, for her part, simply begins licking your back, slobbering over the fabric of your shirt.

As you and Angel both take stock, waiting for oxegyn to flood your lungs once again, you spot Opal trailing in through the front door as well, looking completely bemused at the sex-heap at her feet.

"Oh," she said plainly, before walking past the lot of you and sitting once more on her chair. You had heard of cats having a favorite spot to lounge and nap, but Opal always seemed to work her way back to that chair. It almost made you feel proud, wondering if her affection for the area had anything to do with your encounter the previous day. Her fur was now cleaned up, though she looked like she would benefit still from a good brushing.

"Get... get off me, Winona," you manage.

She complies, freeing you, and your knees click as you stand. Rubbing your lower back, you wince at the pain caused by the intense rutting followed by the sudden impact of Winona.

"I brought her back, master!" said Winona, sitting on her ass in front of you while pointing at Opal. "We went on a walk, and I had loads of fun, and I saw some squirrels, and sniffed some trees, and-"

"Cut to the chase, Winona."

"Oh, right, sorry master. Anyway, she wasn't going to come back, but I made her! I said, 'master needs you back at Miss Fluttershy's house, and that's where we're going'. And then I snarled at her."

She was beaming with pride at this, tonuge sliding in and out of her canine mouth at the expended effort.

"Well done, Winona," you said, patting her head and earning a toothy, open-mouthed smile from the dog as she leaned into your hand.

"I was only trying to clean myself in the river, to wash off the mess you made!" retorted Opal with a pout, gesturing to Winona.

That seemed plausible enough, but given what a stick in the mud that cat was being earlier, you didn't want to chance anything. You couldn't have her giving you the slip again.

"Still, good work. You guard her for me, okay, Winona? I need to, uh, get changed..." you trail off, noticing that you still stood exposed to the world, your shrinking cock on view to all present. Opal raised an elegant eyebrow at this, clearly aware of what you and Angel had been up to when they had arrived, while Winona just stared at your dangling Johnson, as though she hadn't noticed it until you pointed it out. It hadn't bothered you at all that you didn't finish; Angel was having too much fun trying to gaslight you into being his fucktoy as it was.

Just as you were about to make a pull for your underwear, which had been kicked off your heels when you stood up, a thought occurs to you. "And Winona, don't move unless I tell you to."

Didn't want her running off again. Who knows what she might go chasing after?

Finally, bending over to reach your discarded clothes, you let out a sigh at the thought that all this would soon be over.

That is, until you feel a soft hand on your backside.

Freezing in terror, another hand quickly joins it, holding your hips in place. You don't turn around, but you swear you can hear Angel lick his lips.

"I'm not done with you."

Again? Really? I'm the one that didn't cum, you greedy rabbit!

Dropping your boxers with a gulp, you freeze in place, knowing you couldn't fight him off, especially from this position. Angel's salty aftertaste still lingering on your tongue, you remembered how once had been embarrassing enough, even with privacy. You had no intention of getting railed in front of these two beauti-

Wait a second, that's it! I can use-

"Wino- pluhhgh," your command is cut off by a line of three thick bunny fingers jamming into your mouth as Angel steadies your back with his other hand, keeping you bent over. Wasting no time, he plunges into you again, pulling your arm to rock you back and forth along his shaft.

How the hell is he hard again already?

You notice the duo in front of you staring, one in awe, one in simpleminded curiosity. Winona remained perched and at attention, balancing on her toes and the balls of her feet, hands in a begging pose. After taking a while to process the scene in front of her, sniffing the air, her curiosity seems to turn to a look of concern, but she makes no move to help you.

Why the fuck doesn't that dog do something? you think to yourself. Oh... oh no. You remember your own words to her: don't move unless I tell you to. Was her obidient, straightforward canine brain taking that literally, even in a situation like this?

"Wnnogh," you try and call out to her, but as your throat opens, Angel plunges his fingers deeper, gagging you.

As he pistons into you, his own cum from last time acting as lube, you can do nothing but suck on and scream into his fingers. You notice Winona taking great interest in the two of you, moving a paw down to her lower regions.

"Bad dog, don't play with yourself," instructs Angel, and she complies with a whine, retracting her hand with needy eyes looking on with no outlet for relief. Opal too is starting to look a little hot and bothered, but her ladylike composure does a much better job at hiding it, looking around nervously and fanning herself with a paw.

Angel, for his part, puts his whole weight into every swing of his hips, grinding into you with what was fast becoming routine efficiency. You quickly realized that as long as he remained in this form, you likely wouldn't be able to come here without him trying to fuck you somehow. It had taken this long to cement the thought in your mind, but finally his discipline had imparted that lesson: he was stronger than you, quicker than you, tended to outsmart you, and you apparently couldn't count on help from anyone when the going got tough. He was built to dominate you, and he had every inclination to act on this. Why was that kind of hot?

As his thrusts quickened, Winona looked increasingly pent up, drooling brazenly and fidgeting with her hands now that she wasn't allowed to rub herself. You could have sworn you saw her pussy tremble.

Opal, meanwhile, under no such limitations, had begun taking preliminary flicks at her sex, watching your performance with increasing interest. She circled and rubbed her clit, stimulating herself with open desire.

Angel pushes his old load further into you, and you take a moment to thank the lord that you weren't a female bunny, or you'd probably be carrying a dozen of his offspring by now. His cone-shaped penis stretches you out, not that you need much prompting, already loose from the strenuous fuck he'd given you mere minutes ago.

Sliding up over his tip, he sometimes breaks free of your ass entirely, before hilting himself in you in one fell swoop. The sensation is mind-piercingly pleasurable. Winona, who can only be accurately described as a bitch in heat, sweats fervently, literally shaking on her legs at the sight, juices leaking down her inner legs. Opal has raised a leg onto the arm of her chair, spreading herself before the room and unashamedly rubs herself, biting her lower lip to suppress any sounds that may escape her.

You wonder how exaclty your life had lead up to this point. Something about a date, and... Fluttershy? Oh, you hoped she wasn't still home. As casual as she seemed to be regarding Angel's, er, carnal needs, the thought of her seeing him use you like a living fleshlight three days in a row sent daunted shivers up your spine. What if she thought Angel's earlier words were right? What if she thought you were here for him?

You are awoken from your pondering by the sound of a howl, Winona's dire cry filling the room as she seemed to be trying to preoccupy herself with anything but her soaked vagina. Her facial expression read 'dam ready to burst'. As Angel's rough thrusting shook your dick, once again rigid at the attention, Winona eyed its movements like a pendulum that had her under its spell. Inbetween pumps, you idly wondered if you might have hypnotized her with your cock.

She tenses, a quivering ball of nerves now, writhing on the floor beneath you. Poor thing. You wished you could call out to her, if only to tell her that she could tend to her own needs. That's when an idea strikes you, and you remeber that non-verbal commands also exist. It was probably different in pony world, but you hoped the gesture would be universal enough. Slapping your thigh twice in quick succession, beckoning her over, she tilts her head adorably before reluctantly scooting closer to you, as if not sure she were allowed. You place a hand on Angel's wrist, hoping he would understand your intent, and the act pays off; he released his fingers from your mouth, wrapping the same hand around your neck instead.

"Winona... good girl..."

She squirted right there on the spot. Like a geyser, she coated the floorboards in her arousal, the sheer pressure she achieved remarkable enough, matched only by the impressiveness at the fact that mere words had sent her over the edge. You thought you would have to tell her she could use her hands, but she had erupted without even touching herself. You had never seen anything like it.

You stare at her lengthy orgasm, more liquid spurting out just as you think the stream had died down, giving her a second, third, fourth wind. It was as though the pressure release from her pussy was vibrating her enough to set her off again. Like a perpetual cumming machine. The only thing that eventually tears your gaze away is Opal, drawing your attention with a mewling coming from the corner of the room, her own groin soaked with evidence of her excitement but her needs as yet unmet.

"Winona," you continue, huffing from the workout Angel was giving you, "I've got a treat for you."

Taking your penis in hand, you waggle it about for her, her snout following its every direction. After a few sways, she pounces, dropping from a squat to all fours as she takes your length in her muzzle immediately.

"Aah," is all you manage, mind a dizzy mess of swirling pleasure at the attention you were receiving at both ends. As Angel bumped you forward with his mighty hips, you would bury yourself deeper in Winona's jaws, her slick tongue massaging your until-now neglected cock, while retracting from her would send your ass up to the bunny's sheath, poking at your prostate. It was a see-saw of fun, and you were winning whichever way things fell.

"Opal," you said in haggard tones, drawing her in with a come hither wave of the hand. The feline strutted off her seat, hand never leaving her snatch, rubbing herself on the way to you.

"How can I be of assistance, darling?"

You pulled her in for a kiss, which she returned lovingly. As she moved closer to you to make your meeting less awkward, she straddled Winona, crotch directly above her head, while dragging her claws down your chest softly, leaving you tingling.

This was it, this was the life. If entering Equestria had been gaining access to heaven, then having an anthro orgy must have been heaven level two. Your every orifice was busy, every nerve in your body sparked with electricity that ignited parts of your brain that you didn't know existed. Opal guides a hand down to your junk, pulling Winona off you mid-suck and steering your member toward her own needy pussy. Winona looks sad for all of a second, before going to work on your hanging sack.

You feel your nuts tense and retract in pleasure at the sensation of Winona's sucking, her vacuum-like breath all but wolfing them down like dog food. You just hoped she'd watch those teeth.

You don't have time to dwell on it, as Angel plunges into you which in turn sends you burrowing into Opal, functioning like a perverted Newton's cradle. She squeals in delight as you plumb her depths, her face lighting up. If this kept up much longer, you knew you couldn't last long.

You throbbed against Opal's insides, longing for release, as did your companions. The cat herself looked like she needed it bad, and before long you felt Angel's head twitching inside your ass. Winona remained happy lavishing your balls with love, her own juices dripping onto the floor all the while. Did she think she still wasn't allowed to tend to herself? Ah, it didn't matter.

You fight it off as long as you can, wanting to remain frozen in time forever in this moment, but eventually your body gets the better of you, and you feel your orgasm knocking at the door. Pulling out of the kiss with Opal, you open your mouth to scream as your seed shoots into her. Her leg tilted up, she tries her best to angle onto you, wanting to see not a drop wasted. Her dream isn't realized, as Angel pulls you back, slamming your rear into his groin, sending off shockwaves inside your anus and inevitably pulling you out of Opal mid-load. The rest of your cum spills onto Winona's head, who pauses her task, dropping your nuts, and begins lapping it up. You stand on Angel's long feet, wearing them like slippers, as he takes a few paces back, carrying you with him, jiggling you on the end of his dick. With a final push, he plunges deep into you and fires off his own orgasm, leaving you with a double filling. Winona's pussy erupts again in one final squirt.

The scene all comes together, everything happening at once as the act draws to a close. Everyone is heaving with stitled breaths, bent double at the intensity of the lovemaking bout you had all just eagerly participated in.

Without warning, Angel falls back onto his own posterior behind you, sending you, still stood on the big bun, tumbling with him. You feel Opal snuggle up on your left, brushing her head against you and licking her paw. Winona comes in on the right, giving you a tender lick on the cheek.

"I love you, master."

"Not bad, hun."

"I guess you're a decent fuck, hyooman. Not quite as good as pony ass though."

As if on cue, you see your favorite pegasus enter the scene from the kitchen, Fluttershy flapping into view to see the three of you cuddled up.

"O-oh, Anon! What a surprise! My, I have been popular with you lately, haven't I?"

You wordlessly lift a hand in a half-assed wave, too wracked with exhaustion to offer more of a greeting. Her hooves are still muddy from earlier.

"Don't mind me, I'll be with you in a bit, i-if that's okay. I just have to wash off first, because I... um..." she trails off, turning bright red. You know why, but don't press her on it. All things considered, you definitely got it worse from Angel today anyway.

"No problem, Shy," is all you can find the will to say.

As she darts up the stairs, you lean back into the fuzzy rabbit behind you, him having rested his chin on your head.

Well, if nothing else, she'll think I'm as great with animals as her.

You close your eyes for a moment, content just being, basking in an afterglow of tired bliss. You still have to get Winona and Opal back to their respective owners; the last thing you needed was AJ being mad at you like Rarity. Those two could be a scary team when they actually agreed on something. You'd have to track down Discord, of course, but you felt confident enough he'd pop up eventually. Maybe saying his name three times in a mirror would work; he seemed like that kind of guy.

If nothing else, you'd learned a lot about animal handling in the last few days. Perhaps not very transferable skills, but still. It had been an experience.

If there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you were NEVER getting a pet.