At It Like Rabbits

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.