>Day anal for brawn in Equestria
>Today has been a fair day
>Did the shitting, showering, and shaving all at once
>Something that you will never attempt ever again
>FlutterSquee attempted the routine of what turns your dick to a meat farm
>As if "burning coffee tossed at you" was the fetish...
>Good thing you kicked her tiny flank like Tim Tebow makes his dedication for whatever the fuck he believes in
>But that still doesn't justify on todays fetish
>So, you head out to PsychoSilent's farm and ringed yourself a nice, juicy carcass
>Sure hope she won't mind
>Oddly enough, her lights were off
>Weird, must be busy or hanging out with friends
>You shrug the idea of what they do at night
>Hauling ass to your house before anyone sees, you manage to make it by sticking to the shadows
>Finally, something that you've been craving ever since day one
>Stuffing the catch of the day in the refrigerator, it's time to prepare the meal of a lifetime
>A couple of hours have passed
>You sit down, and in front of you is the dining table
>Containing a well carved steak, on top of the best plate you ever owned
>You went all out for this meal, you even put a napkin on your lap and already donning a goddamn bib
>Holding a knife in one hand, and a fork in the other, you stare at your craftsmanship
"Fuck it"
>The eating utensils are now jabbed in the carved wood
>Viscously grabbing the steak, you take a humongous bite out of the mouth-watery fucker
>Bite by bite, you savor on how long its been since you've had meat
>Halfway done, you hear the sound of bushes rustling from outside
>Praying to Celestia, that it isn't ButterFucker out there
>You turn to view the window, and see the most striking face on a p0ny
>Man, that feeling of anguish is impossible
>All you can feel is justice coarse through you
>Then again, that's just the taste buds and fatness from the meal
>The face she gives off is now of a threatening imitation
>She slowly raises a gigantic purple dildo, big enough to be a baseball bat
>"You're going TO PAY!"
>With the great pleasuring rod, she swings at the window
>The glass shatters with ease, yet thank goodness none of it reached your precious delicacy
>She fies in the room and lands right beside you, holding the wobbly fucker in a menacing stance
>Time to skedaddle!
>Jumping out of the chair and freezing in mid air, you make a cloud of smoke from the waist down, along with a cheesy cartoon running sound
>Sadly, as you're about to take off, she takes a swing at you and does critical damage
>You fall back, cushioned by your dining table, still holding the hard worked steak in hand away from the ground
>"This is for Miss Moo!"
>She then removes the end stick and attaches the monstrous instrument to her harness
>You immediately grab the jammed knife from the side of you and use it to threaten her
>"Oh, come now, like you can really-"
>You draw it close to the steak and cut a piece off
>Making a sacrifice, you chuck it at her
>The psychotic mare flies up, successfully avoiding it, but hits the ceiling
>She falls face first to the ground, giving you the open window to escape
>You attempt to run outside, but trip over her as she gives of a hilarious delusional dance
>Instead, you run to your bathroom and lock the door
>Terrified, yet starving from all of that exercise, you take a quick bite out of your golden protein
>You hear a door slam not too shortly after you swallow the piece
>Seems like she gave up
>All glory to the power of the carnivores!
>You slightly open the door to check if the coast is clear
>"Psyche!"
>After a few moments pass, you feel the force of a buffalo charging straight into your door, swinging it wide open and launching your sorry ass to the opposite side
>The raging mare stand at the doorway, still wearing the dark tone horse dick on what used to be her marehood
>She makes a quick pose and storms toward you
>Still confused from the fucking landing all you can do is prepare your anus
>But wait! You realize on the well cooked meat still in your hand!
>You get back up in a split second and use the steak as a shield
>You hear a sharp screeching sound along with flapping wings
>Everything is quiet
>You lower the juicy remains of Miss Moo too see what has happened
>She stands there, taking off the anus ripper off and chucking it to the side
"Truce?"
>You extend your other arm out
>She raises her hoof and it makes contact with the palm of your hands
>"Truce"
>Both of you shake on it
>"You still owe me..."
>So fucking close!
"AAGH! FINE! YOU CAN DO IT!"
>She smiles and flaps her wings out of excitement
"But after my meal"
>She stops the flapping, but her smile still exists
>"Oh, o-ok then"
>In the end, you beautiful rectum was ravaged and couldn't sit properly for a few days, and all because of
>Fucking FlutterShy