An almost unheard sigh was exhaled as Spike prepared himself. He was about to face his greatest challenge and one of his most diobolical enemies, Angel Bunny.... "let's just get this over with. Then I can get the hay out of here and deal with my thoughts on wanting diap-"
"Ugh, I thought I told you to stop thinking these things brain. As for YOU mouth, you almost said the D word out loud! Are you trying to reveal my sick thoughts to the nearest pony or animal; because if you do then I may as well just write freak all over my body!"
As Spike had his inner debate with himself, he reached the door to open it, but there seemed to be a small problem. "Huh? What the hay, why is the stupid door locked?!" One of the animals should have figured Spike was coming over and if this was one of his jobs then Fluttershy should've told her animals about me showing up.
Just then the door cracked open ever so slightly to reveal the devil in white himself as Spike sighed with relief at the fact the door finally opened. Maybe Angel is gonna be easy on me for once.
However upon trying to open the door, that white demon kicked him in the shin while smirking! Just because he is a small bunny doesn't mean he can't hurt you. "Oww! What the buck! Why did you do that! I'm trying to get in so I can feed you guys!
It seemed the little control freak wanted something as he started pointing at him while making wild paw gestures and chatting up some kind of unspoken demand. "Great now I've gotta play charades with this insane fluff ball just to get inside! Can my day get any worse?"
As Spike started to guess, his frustration rose. "What do you want? Me to wipe my clawed feet off, hmm? Knock first? Give you a freaking mate so you can focus on something other than me!
Angel simply frowned and kicked him again for that smart remark, then continued making more gestures, however, this time Spike guessed right. "Ow... what, are you telling me to ask for permission to enter?"
Spike could barley hold back the flames that were about to erupt from his mouth as he saw the bunnys' coy smile, but he realized it'd be better to just get this over with, so with his trained smile and false, yet sincere sounding smile he gave the little bucker what he wanted. "Fine.... Fine then. Ahem, Angel, may I please enter your humble abode."
If Spike thought holding back flames was difficult then keeping himself from gnashing his fangs together while the bunny "considered" his request must've been a challenge.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity just standing there, the bunny opened the door. Of course, Spike didn't want to go back to square one so he gave an even bigger fake smile. "Thank you for allowing my presence."
As Spike entered, quickly and unintentionally returning to an unreadable, stone cold, expression, he walked through the maze of animals, towards the kitchen and set all the bowls around.
Doing just this was a challenge since almost every animal crowded him, impatiently waiting for their food. Not only did they crowd him but they screamed in their own animal languages saying 'Celestia knows what' and invaded his sight practically everywhere he turned.
Every time he stepped over a small animal animal he noticed how much this resembled a cramped and unorganized zoo. There were animal smells of all kinds (luckily not bad smells) and so many different types of animals.
As Spike set the last bowl down, he went back to the kitchen to receive all the food for each differently animal. "Luckily Fluttershy has all this food labeled, otherwise I would have to play many animal charade games" Spike thought to himself as he let out a relieved sigh and continued his work.
After constantly looking over the list and filling what seemed to be hundreds of animal bowls with their correct food, he started looking over a recipe for a dish for the "master" of the house; quite frankly he was appalled at how picky this little puff ball could be when it came to his food.
"All these animals almost remind me of foals because of how much they depend on care from Fluttershy, and because how picky SOME certain animals can be about the food they are fed" Spike thinks to himself as he looks at a picture of an eleborate cherry topped carrot salad.
There is absolutely no way in Tartarus I'm making this dish for a small, naughty, and over all, spoiled bunny with a large ego. I'm sure this is just a dish for special occasions anyways" Spike tells himself as he begins to make a simple yet large salad with a small amount of dressing and carrots... plenty of carrots.
As he placed the quite good looking salad down, Angel is thumping his little rabbit foot in Impatience. "There you go. I made sure to add extra carrots for you.
Angel simply looks at Spike with a frown and clear irritation on his face. "Well, what are you waiting for? This delicious salad I made you isn't going to eat itself."
Angel then chucks the salad at Spike causing him to fall backwards and bump his head as the salad and its ingredients practically explode all around the kitchen. "Ohhh that's going to leave a bump" Spike says groggily and angrily while trying to clear the lettuce leaves from his face.
As the last of the leaves clear Spikes face, he is suddenly slapped and his face is drawn to the white little salad thrower on his stomach, who seems to be holding the very book he was looking at.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what Angel wanted and now Spike had to clean up another big mess made by another individual who was simply trying to use him to get what he wanted, however, this bunny is trying to bully him to get his way, unlike the girls who unintentionally neglect him.
He then stood up and turned away without making a sound, hanging his head and staring at the ground as he barley kept tears from being seen by the bratty bunny.
As Angel Bunny continued looking at Spike with a demanding look, Spike made Angel Bunny another regular salad, but this time it was made much smaller and had less carrots on them.
As Spike began to place the dish down he gave the bunny a cold and almost lifeless look. "I'm done putting up with your attitude. You can either eat this or starve, I don't care which option you choose." He then blew a puff of smoke at the bunny and turned away, deciding to clean up the new mess made instead of giving the bunny attention.
As Spike cleaned up the mess, he recalled similar events where he had received physical pain, even if none of it was from bullying. Being kicked through the air by Rainbow Dash and Applejack during their "Iron Pony" competitions, having countless books accidentally falling or being thrown at you by Twilight, being used as a pin cushion by Rarity, getting pranked by some of Pinkies' more harmful pranks, and Fluttershys' animals giving reverse animal abuse.
"Foals don't have to put up with any of that. If they do get hurt in some way their caregivers patch them up and get lots of love in return, yet look at me, I take far more pain then any of those foals and I don't even get a simple "sorry" in return."
As Spike finished up cleaning he forced out of his mind as he felt more painful kicking and saw Angel (unsurprisingly) refused to listen, but this time Spike didn't feel pain...he felt anger.
Finally, after all the stress acquired this day, from all the self loathing, from his babyish thoughts, and his overall stressful life, Spike finally snapped as all the negativity hit him with full force.
"Do you not understand that I ended our 'conversation' already or are you just that desperate to show your dominance?!"
"Do you realize what I've gone through at all? What I'm going through now, HUH?! NO you don't! I've STRUGGLED, I've SUFFERED and I have had ENOUGH!
"I'm DONE being your slave! If this keeps up tomorrow then you WILL starve because I won't feed you a bucking crumb! Do you get it?! Do you understand?! Spike yelled at the top of his lungs as a small but still very hot stream of green fire escaped uncontrollably from his mouth. He then breathed in and out deeply, almost as if had been completely out of breath.
Every animal stared at Spike in absolute fear including Angel and Spike knew this but he didn't care, he just walked to the door, walked out, and slammed the door shut.
Now with all his anger gone, his feelings became replaced with complete and utter sadness. He then trudged away from the cottage with an unnoticeable tear-drop trail following him, along with a single thought.
"I just want the pain to end, even if only for awhile. Is that so much to ask?"