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Little Bunny Foo Foo was a bad bunny. Maybe it was his size? He had always been small for a rabbit. Every year he hoped for a growth spurt to match his peers, and maybe court a Mrs. Foo Foo someday, but one never came.

But even a small bunny was larger than a mouse! Foo Foo spent his days searching the fields for mice, just so that he could feel bigger and stronger than someone. When he found one, he hopped after it, scooped it up, and then went BOP! right on its head!

Naturally, this behavior caused a lot of scared, little field mice. One by one, a little boy or little girl mouse would put an offering at the altar to the Good Fairy, explaining the rabbit scourge and pleaded for supplication.

Finally, the offering reached the required amount for a deity to show an interest in the plight of mice. The Good Fairy was as busy as always with wars and famine, and could hardly care less about some innocent bopping in the forest, so she sent one of her subordinates instead.

Mae-fairy was the Good Fairy's pre-eminent expert on all bopping-related inquiries. However, this was the first bop case that had ever come up, so Mae-fairy didn't know what to do, or where to start! Fluttering down from the trees, Mae-fairy decided the best resolution was to ask Little Bunny Foo Foo politely to stop.

Foo Foo heard the fluttering of wings, and looked up, shocked, to see the largest butterfly he'd ever seen flying right toward him! It was almost as big as he was! As it got closer, he realized that this butterfly had arms and legs, and was wearing a little green dress. Of course, it was no butterfly at all, but Mae-fairy.

She said, with a little wave of her magic wand, "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to see you scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I'll give you three chances, and if you don't behave, I'll turn you into a goon!"

Foo Foo had no idea what a goon was, and for that matter, neither did Mae-fairy, but both knew that no good could come from a goon! "I promise, I promise," the small bunny said, quaking in fear.

Mae-fairy had done the job! She fluttered back into the trees, satisfied that Foo Foo had learnt his lesson.

The next day, Foo Foo was hopping along, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a field mouse. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd chased the little field mouse down, scooped her up, and went Bop! right on her head! He didn't even remember Mae-fairy's threat until the dreaded deed was done.

"Good Fairy! Good Fairy!" the small mouse squeaked, for the word through the forest said that Foo Foo had been warned on no uncertain terms.

"Hey, stop that!" Foo Foo cried, bopping her again. He didn't want Mae-fairy to hear!

The mouse was pretty dizzy now, trembling in his arms, but it was too late. Mae-fairy had seen everything! The light flutter of wings fluttered down from the trees, the little fairy gazing down at Foo Foo with a stern expression.

"Little Bunny Foo Foo!" she cried. "But that mouse down. What did she ever do to deserve such a bopping? And what did I say about you and bops?"

Foo Foo dropped the mouse and admitted that Mae-fairy had said, "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to see you scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head. I'll give you three chances, and if you don't behave, I'll turn you into a goon!"

Mae-fairy nodded grimly. "Well, you only have two chances left. I trust you'll behave better in the future!"

"I promise, I promise!" he cried, hopping away.

But the next day, Foo Foo saw a little boy mouse, grabbed a little boy mouse, and bopped a little boy mouse right on the head! The mouse squealed and called for the Good Fairy, who repeated her warning, only with "one chance" in place of "two chances".

"I promise, I promise!" Foo Foo begged, and Mae-fairy fluttered off, satisfied.

But on the third day, Foo Foo saw another little field mouse. Before he could think about it, he hopped after her, scooped her up, and bopped her, right on the head! She squealed and squealed for the Good Fairy, but Foo Foo pleaded with the mouse, "Don't call her down, she'll turn me into a goon!"

Neither he nor the mouse knew what a goon was, but surely it was bad. Still, the little girl mouse squeaked, "Good Fairy, Good Fairy!"

Scared, desperate, and angry, Foo Foo bopped her three more times, until the little mouse lay in a daze on the ground, but it was too late. He could already hear the flutter of wings.

Mae-fairy was not happy. Three chances she'd given him, and he'd never even stopped from bopping one single field mouse. "Little Bunny Foo Foo!" she cried. "I warned you what would happen!" With a little twirl of her wand, she went poof! and turned the rabbit into a goon, as promised.

Eyes tightly shut, Foo Foo trembled, afraid to see what he'd become. But when he opened his eyes, he looked just the same as before! He still had his little bunny tail, his little bunny feet, and his cute, twitching, little bunny nose! "You don't have any magic at all!" he realized.

In truth, of course, Little Bunny Foo Foo is, was, and had always been a goon!

Mae-fairy gasped, looking at her wand and shaking it a little, but before she could cast another spell, Foo Foo did what he had done so often, it was second nature. He hopped up to the fairy, scooped her up in his arms, and bopped her, right on the head!

She dropped the wand, dizzy from the thorough bopping. She tried to flutter away, but the small rabbit was still larger than she, holding her down with two of his four paws. Foo Foo looked down at the helpless fairy in his arms, her short, blonde hair, and her little, leaf-colored dress. He gazed past her beautiful, butterfly wings, his eyes sliding down her curvy body and wide hips.

He couldn't just let her go. Maybe Mae-fairy didn't have any magic, but the Good Fairy certainly did! Besides, the little goon didn't want to let her go. Something stirred inside of him as he held her, until suddenly he was lying on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his much heavier body. Claws scrabbled at her clothes, tearing them from her body, until she lay naked in the green tatters, her smooth body pressed up against his.

Mae-fairy tried to clear her head, trembling, but by the time she realized what was happening, Foo Foo had shoved his hips between her legs. She gazed down her slender body to Foo Foo's furry belly, where she saw something bright and red poking out between his legs. "Foo Foo, wait!" she gasped.

He wasn't in the mood for listening to Mae-fairy any more. Heart thudding in his chest, Foo Foo slammed his hips forward, plunging his fat cock between the much smaller fairy's legs. Mae-fairy grabbed fistfuls of his fur, trying to push him off, tossing her head back and screaming for help. But she was the guardian fairy here - no one could help her.

She wept and cried out, watching as Little Bunny Foo Foo hopped and hopped against her. She was rocked back and forth by his thrusts, her tight little breasts bouncing up and down almost mesmerizingly. "Stop!" she begged.

Foo Foo didn't care, enjoying her tight, little pussy squeezing around his thick, rabbit dick. Forget wooing Mrs. Foo Foo - if he couldn't find a wife, he'd get what he wanted for free! He pounded the small, whimpering fairy, his soft balls quivering between her smooth thighs.

Mae-fairy looked to the right, and the left, desperately for something, someone to help her. What she saw was her wand. Reaching out with one hand, she grabbed for the wand. It was just out of reach! Mae-fairy wailed, stretching her arm until her muscles ached, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't reach it.

Foo Foo gritted his buck teeth, hammering forward faster than ever until he groaned, pushing himself as deep as he could into her tight, clenching cunt. There, with his tip nestled up against her inner-most walls, he erupted inside his unwilling mate. His balls were really backed up after years of enforced virginity, and Mae-fairy could hardly believe it as rope after rope of rabbit cum splattered her pussy. Foo Foo's cock was so big and his balls working so hard, that all Mae-fairy could do was watch, shuddering, with wide eyes, her normally slender stomach swelling out before her eyes until she looked six months pregnant!

Crying and wailing, Mae-fairy wondered what she'd done wrong to deserve this.

Foo Foo grunted as he squeezed the last of his heavy load into his bitch, pulling out of her, but keeping a heavy paw on her chest, right between her sweating boobs. "Wow," he said, "That was incredible."

"Please, please," she cried, "let me go!"

The rabbit considered. If Mae-fairy told the Good Fairy what happened, he would be in deep shit. Glancing around the forest, he had an idea. With his other paw, he reached over to her long, sinewy wing, dragging his claws through the tissue to put a sizable gash in the webbing. Then he gave her a good, practiced Bop!, dazing her. He leaned down and whispered, "I'm never letting you go!"

Mae-fairy trembled, struggling beneath the larger rabbit, but she had no hope of escape - until he slipped. His paw slid off her sweaty body, and he fell unceremoniously onto her wand. She wanted the wand, but she wasn't going to take any chances! Before Foo Foo could get up, she took to the skies, dazed and listing badly thanks to her wounded wing and full, bubbling belly.

"Hey!" the rabbit shouted, but she was already too high for the little rabbit to reach.

"Foo Foo," she sobbed down at him, her small body shaking. "I'm going to tell the Good Fairy everything that happened! You - you won't get away with this!" She fluttered up and up, lurching awkwardly this way and that. She was free, and Foo Foo was going to get exactly what he deserved!

The rabbit peered up at her with those beady, black eyes, strangely unconcerned.

"I mean it," she added, flapping her wounded wings. "You'll get wha -"

Her words were cut off. One second she was there, threatening the bunny, and then Snap! She was gone down the throat of a large, black crow, flapping casually through the air. Did the bird know that the wounded insect he'd just made a meal of was actually a fairy? Did the bird care? Off he flapped, Mae-fairy soundly trapped within his ample belly.

Foo Foo had done it. Mae-fairy wouldn't threaten him ever again. Reaching down, he snapped her wand in two. The rabbit goon smiled to himself, wondering what to do next.

He didn't hop far before he found the little mouse girl, still dazed on the ground. He knew exactly what to do to field mice, now, and it wasn't bopping. Grabbing the little snitch's tail, he pulled her under him. He never bopped a mouse again.

The mice piled and piled their offerings to the Good Fairy over the next years, but another war had broken out across the world, and she had much bigger fish to fry than one little bunny reigning terror over a bunch of stupid field mice. Besides, hadn't she already sent someone to watch over those woods?

The moral of the story is: Don't assume the best in people - some are already goons.