At It Like Rabbits

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.