> Tail fluffing 101
>  by WonderWriter
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> The energizer bunny
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It was a cool autumn day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was an impatient thumping coming from Fluttershy's abode. As Fluttershy flew around, helping all the animals in her house, Angel waited at the table for his breakfast and daily tail fluff. He knew that he was always the last served due to his picky eating, or as he would probably call it "his upper echelon dining experience," if he could talk, but he is a bunny, so he cannot. Once he got tired of waiting around, he grabbed his bowl and the cookbook, and started hoping after Fluttershy, grabbing her tail and tugging it, forcing a small 'eep!' out of the shy yellow pegasus as she looked down.

The timid pegasus had a body at complete odds with her personality. With breasts that jut out like watermelons, and a plot thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, if she played baseball, she would have played left field, or at least have come out of it. Although shy around other ponies, Fluttershy preferred the naturalist look while in her own home, opting for oxygen and breeze over cotton.

"Sorry Angel Bunny, but I need to make sure that everybody is taken care of so that I can make you the best breakfast ever." Fluttershy leans down and pats Angel on the head, her flutterbags in front of him. If Angel were a pony, he may have taken them for a flutterride, but alas, bunnies do not think in the way ponies do, and such a thought didn't pass through his head.

As Fluttershy continued her morning routine, Angel was getting much like insomniacs, restless. After what felt like hours to Angel, yet merely minutes to the average pony, Fluttershy finally fluttered to the kitchen with his bowl to make his meal. Angel grabbed the cookbook and rushed over to Fluttershy like Moses seeing water, cracking the book open to a recipe on how to make carrot cake without the carrot. 

"Angel, you know that sweets are bad for you, remember what happened last time?"

Ah yes, last time, he remembered it fondly. It was a Tuesday... And let's just say he was like a cheetah banned from the Olympics for the reasons Stalliongrad was. He thought perhaps he did not want that to happen again, and much like someone who's single in their 40s, he settled for something else.

Fluttershy prepared a well balanced breakfast fruit salad that smelt so good, even Mr. Magoo would call it delicious. Once presented to Angel, he solemnly accepted, and like a mole in the dirt, dug in. He had to admit, this breakfast would probably get par in a game of golf, but fruit salad can't play golf because they can't afford clubs.

As Angel was eating, Fluttershy washed the dishes, then fluffed up his tail before going to her room to rest some. After finishing his breakfast, he went to his bed to rest. As he laid down, he found that his ass was much like a tongue, it couldn't find a proper place to rest. After a couple minutes of trying, he had finally come to the conclusion that his owner, much like a stupid PI, missed some details. He figured he must get his revenge, so he ventured into the woods to steal some potions from Zecora, who lived much like Williams in Jumanji.

He waited, like a lion, for the right moment to pounce. Soon enough, Zecora left her hut, and once she was no longer visible in the shrubs, Angel made a mad dash into the hut like a man stuck in the snow. He looked around, finding a green bottle, although he could not read, green liquid meant nasty, and that meant good payback. He jumped up to grab the bottle, but instead knocked it over like the orbital rockets from Space X. The bottle shattered, much like Angel's hopes of getting his payback as the green liquid coated him. He heard hoofsteps and he hopped out the window, rushing back to his house like a zebra being chased. Zecora looked to the liquid spilt in her hut, the label reading "Aphrodisiac, stamina, and growth. Take in small sips, risk of explosion."

Angel made it back to his house and hopped up the stairs and to Fluttershy's room, the potion beginning to take effect as it soaked into his skin. He jumped onto his sleeping owner, and as he jumped, much like a disrespectful man, his cock began to slap her.

As Fluttershy woke up, she eyed the growing beast in front of her, although Angel was the same size, that was not the beast she was watching. "Angel Bunny! What did you get into?! You need help! I'll go get Twilight!" Fluttershy spoke quicker than a Hispanic, rushing off the bed and to her drawers, rummaging through them for some clothes.

Angel took the time to look at the flutterbutt before him, the aphrodisiac tainting his mind like clickbait articles. He looked down at a cock double the size of his whole body, and much like a lone car, it needed a parking space. Angel did what any reasonable pony would do, he leaped into the air, and slammed his australian buloke against Fluttershy's balsa butt. Before any words of protest could be said, Angel found his parking space, and kept backing out and pulling back in, faster than even the worst drivers can do.

Fluttershy could do nothing except stand, and even that was difficult with the log of love currently being pumped deep into her everfree forest. Eventually, she collapsed on the ground like a fat man running a mile, her ass in the air like two balloons, twitching on the ground as Angel treated this like Burger King, and she was definitely McDonald's.

Much like the Energizer Bunny, Angel kept going for hours, the floor soaked in Fluttershy nectar. If Angel could talk, he may have told Fluttershy why he was acting the way he was, but alas, he was just a bunny, and he was gonna multiply more than the Babylonians. After Fluttershy was simply a climaxing, sensitive, pleasured mess, Angel finally came to the high point of the story and climaxed. His seed flooded the planting grounds of Fluttershy's womb, but even if she had laid out her fertilizer, it just isn't the right time, or thing, to plant. Angel collapsed onto Fluttershy as her ass fell to the ground, like all things must do with gravity, content with sleep until the aphrodisiac came for their second round.