With the rage that only a bronco without his buster could feel, you bulrush him (stallionrush?) and grab ahold of his shoulders with your hands. You drive your knee up into his chest, knocking the wind and a wad of anguished spit out of him. Not satisfied, you smash him in again and again until he's crumpled up on the floor, holding his stomach. Still outraged, you push his legs apart with one hoof and line up a punt to his grape-sized rabbit balls.
He whimpers and begs you not to do it, but he's still got your dick... He's got it coming. You snap your hoof forward and kick his nuts so hard they nearly slap against his belly button. He squeals like a soprano, his top hat popping off in shock. That top hat, you think, is the key to whatever he did, so you go right ahead and snatch it up from the mat. You carefully put the opening to your smoothed groin and try to imitate his trick...
Aha! It worked! Your stallionflesh appears as you pull away the hat, all three feet! Maybe even a little more... Speaking of which... You pounce on the rabbit, who was foolish enough to roll onto his stomach. You grab his hands and pull them down, then sit him up on your erection, quickly hilting it inside of him. He squeals even louder than before and his belly has a noticeable bulge...
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