At It Like Rabbits

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Heel, girl."

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

That is, on her hands and feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn, I guess cats really do hate their owners.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Winona!"

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

"Opal wants lickies."

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

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

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

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

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

"N-Never!" she cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you made the right choice with her.

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

"Aaahhhhh!"

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

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

"Up. Atta girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gross!

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

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

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

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

Angel looked at her like she had two heads.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't test me, asshole.

"I don't care."

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

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

...This proved to be a mistake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let go of me, dude."

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

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

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

Angel just continues looking at you.

"Right now," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I could lay here all day, hyooman."

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

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

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

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

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

"Again," Angel commands.

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

"That's more like it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How the hell is this a favor?"

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

You move to protest, before he continues.

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

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

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

"By coming back, you did."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"S-shut up, Angel..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking bunnies, man.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, dogpile!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cut to the chase, Winona."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not done with you."

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

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

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

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

How the hell is he hard again already?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Winona... good girl..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How can I be of assistance, darling?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, master."

"Not bad, hun."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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