Angel the cowardly bunny

>Day insane in Equestria
>Based off of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgg0t1iBdW4

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>Hello friend
>You wake up in your bed
>The words you read are in Anon's head
>He says he said his name is Anon
>And he's been very naughty
>The story he's about to tell
>He tells you he will tell it well
>It's of his dear rapist Fluttershy
>And just how he's been...naughty
>Viola! P0nyville. Fluttershy lives here
>With precious friends and Angel dear
>His heart beat fast as he drew near
>He felt nice...and naughty
>He thought just how excited she would be to see him come today
>She'd shout: "Come Anon! I love you! Yay! and dear you look so...naughty."
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>It's a good thing they let you out of that institution for a day...
>You knock on her door
>"Oh Anon my lover! What brings you to my cozy cottage of love?"
Holiday.
>You say with a smile
>Next thing you know you're on her couch
>She sits on a different couch
>Angel comes half way down the stairs and stops when he sees you
>"Angel! Come and meet Anon!"
>He looks at you
>You look back at him
>He makes a whine sound

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>And that's when his eyes beheld
>A bunny bun, like bunnies he smelled
>B-U-N-N-Y is what he spelled
>And that's how Anon spelled...naughty
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>Angel sits next to you whining
>You just smile to him
>A big bear comes from the stairs grumbling something to itself
>He reaches for the door when Fluttershy says
>"Mr. Bear! Our guest is here! Say hello to Anon!"
>He stares at you
>You smile back
>He walks over and sits next to you
>He makes some growl noises and pulls out a newspaper
>Angel looks at your wristband funny and then tries to tell Fluttershy something
>"Angel shush now. You must be exausted Anon dear...would you like to freshen up?"
Yes...been quite a trip it has.
>"Show Anon the bathroom please Angel."
>Angel whines loudly
>"Such a fuss! This rudeness won't do!"
>He holds up his arms and looks to nothing mouthing words
>You walk upstairs and he follows
>You hear the bear growl and Fluttershy say something
>Angel opens up the bathroom door for you
>You enter and then the bear throws towels at him and slams the door
>You hear Fluttershy asking the bear questions as Angel tries to open the door
>You sit patiently until Angel looks at you
>You smile
>The bear growls and walks away
>"Now don't you worry boys! Mr. Bear will be back soon to get the door open!"

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>Alone was Anon with tender Angel
>And all his fur was not so baneful
>And which he said encouraged him to be...quite naughty
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Angel...
>Angel gasps
Your hair...it reminds me about the first time I knew just how I felt about hair.
>You rip off the shower curtain
>Angel just stares

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It was a day I'd not forget. It was the day I first met my pet. Oh what a lovely gift to get.
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>You move Angel onto the toilet and continue

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I'd never felt so...naughty.
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>You put the curtain around his neck like a backwards cape

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My fuzzy friend is what he was. My darling little ball of fuzz.
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>You reach into your bag and take out an electric shaver
>You click it on and Angel tries to run
>You hold his shoulder to keep him in place

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And oh such fuzz, such fuzz it does demand that I be...naughty.
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>You smile

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He looked at me, his fetching eyes. And fetching fur did hypnotize.
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>Angel whimpers

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I filled with the joy, I filled with sighs! And thats when I got...naughty.
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>You take a little hair off the top of his head forming a mohawk
>He flees into the toilet
>You open up the lid and grab him
Now now...you shouldn't play in the toilet.
>"Don't worry boys! Mr. Bear should be at the store right now."
>Meanwhile Mr. Bear is at the gay bath house
>You pick the wet Angel up

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This dripping hair, this droopy curl...
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>You drop him back on the toilet

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Unfurls sweet memories of a girl.
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>You walk to the window

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With dresses oh they'd twist and twirl, and tempt me to be...naughty.
Barbara my love was named, and her fair hair, a mane untamed!
Until one evening, I am ashamed, I got a little...naughty.
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>You begin shaving the rest of Angel's upper body while smiling

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The look apon my young love's face, was sweet as lace!
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>You finish off the rest of his upper body

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But in this case I realized...she needed space.
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>You stand next to the window again
I never more was naughty...well...maybe not never.
>You smile at Angel who is trying to stuff himself down the sink
>You pull him out
Playful little scamp...
>You place him down on the toilet again
>He trembles with fear
>There is a knocking on the door
>"Is everything alright in there?"
>Angel somehow howls and claws under the door
>You see him pull a plate of pancakes out from under the door
>He looks at it confused for a second
>You walk over and take the plate
>"Wonderful! Mr. Bear should be back any moment now!"
>Angel whines and beats against the door
>Meanwhile Mr. Bear is getting head from caramel at the gay bath house
>You hold a pancake in your hand
No need for panic. Behold, substance for you hungry hare.
>You shove it into his mouth and he swallows it whole
>You pick him up and he pulls out a phone
>He attempts to call the number on your wristband
>You shove more and more pancakes into his mouth
>He rips off the band sneakily
>You shave off the piece of pancake hanging out of his mouth

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Dear Angel your fur and fleece remind, of nothing found in human kind.
But for one fellow who did find, me to be in a certain mood...
Into my shop he walked one morrow, with bush above and beard below.
That's no toupee I pray, no way.
I couldn't help but be...you know...
>The man in the flashback says: "Just a trim partner."
I'd never seen such hair before, his bangs they sang...
His neck it beckoned, eyebrows, armpits, all were reckoned.
Soon I figured what the heck, and guess how I was...naughty?
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>You shave down the rest of Angel's lower body
>He whines and stirs and cries as you shave the fur in between his toes
>He pulls out a phone and calls the number on your wristband as you twirl around happily
>Meanwhile Mr. Bear is pounding Big Mac at the gay bath house
>You sit across from Angel on the edge of the tub with your electric shaver
>You motion him to come over
>He trembles and looks at the one place you haven shaved
>His tail
>He grabs it and shakes his head violently
>You nod at him and beckon him to come with your finger again
>He starts screaming
Sweet hare, afraid I'll shave your tail? Why now...that would be weird.
>You hear galloping
>You walk over to the window and see some p0nys from the institution get out of a storage cart
>"Surround the area! Cut the power! We don't want to see anyp0ny getting shaved in there!"
So ends out little story...
>Angel makes weird noises like he's talking
>They break down the door and wrap you in an orange blanket
>They walk you to the storage cart


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And then my landlords did presume, to free me from that porcelian tomb.
And ferry to a private room, your hero...ever doughty.
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