>"Pancakes?" She asks in that subtle, quiet voice of hers.
>Oh no.
>You ain't having this shit again.
>You march over and grab her by the scruff of the neck.
>”Eep!” She yelps out as you lift her up.
“What did you add to them? Roofies, viagra, some sort of tranquilizer embedded in the folds?!”
>You shake her around as you list off what could be inside the fluffy goodness that is her home cooked meal.
>”N-no! There’s nothing inside I swear!” She pleas while putting her hooves up.
>You look at the table and gaze at the stack of pancakes.
>”I miss cooking for you.” She comments about why she broke into your house.
>You hate to admit it, but she sure as hell did know how to make food.
>You drop her to the ground and begin to devour her creation.
>It still that delicious and slightly strange taste inside.
>You always wondered on what that was.
>”Still tasty?” She worries over if they still taste as good as they were.
>You nod as you chow down one pancake after another.
>Out of joy, she flutters her wings around.
>”That’s great! I didn’t think that I still had it in me.”
>You stop eating and ponder on what she just said.
“What do you mean?”
>”I-I’m sorry?”
“That you had something inside of you?” You nitpick.
>”Oh, t-that!” She chuckles. “I-It’s an expression!”
>You slowly eat the next pancake, still thinking long and hard over it.
“What makes it taste so good, huh?” You mumble out.
>O-oh.....” She slowly backs away. “I-I-It’s nothing special, really.”
“If that’s the case, then you wouldn’t mind telling me on what it is.” You stop eating and focus on her nervous actions.
>”D-did I mention that it’s a secret? A family s-secret?” She mutters out.
“Out with it!” You yell at her.
>She squees and covers her head.
>”The secret recipe is love! Okay!? LOVE!”
>Love?
“So, you hug the pancakes or something?”
>”J-just look in the kitchen!” She keep cowering while pointing at the counter filled with baking products.
>You look around the kitchen and notice a small jar sitting next to a the mixing bowl.
>The bizarre fluid had a particular scent and as you taste it, you realise how familiar it is, but it’s more potent than the pancake.
>This is what Fluttershy mixes in?
“What is it?”
>Fluttershy covers her head with her wings as she turns around and exposes her moist lady parts.
>You make way and heave in the sink, trying to throw out any of Fluttershy’s accursed juices.
>”I thought that, if you appreciated a piece of me, you might like me for who I am!”
“That’s not what it means you--”
>You were cut off by another violent exodus coming from your stomach.
>Once you think that it’s all of it, you slowly fall down to the ground and groan.
>Fluttershy casts a shadow over you as she approaches.
>”W-would you rather have it fresh?” She nervously asks with a blush.
>You angrily growl as you get up and grab a coffee mug and prepare to throw it.
>”EEP!” She runs out of the kitchen as she avoids the mug shattering in all kinds of directions.
>You chase her out of the house while wielding a spoon.
“IF YOU COME BACK IN HERE AGAIN I’LL--”
>You examine your weapon.
“Spoon you?”
>”Will it before or after the date?!” She curiously asks from the fence.
>You chuck the spoon over and watch as it directly hits the top of her head.
>”Ow!” She whines before running away.
>You slam the door and lock it.
>You’ll worry about how she got in later, but for now, you wonder on what to do with the mess that she made.
>You look around the kitchen, and notice her homemade milk.
>Before you do anything, you take a look through the windows, ensuring that she isn’t watching.
>Once you assume that it’s clear, you continue on to finish off the pancakes and storing the jar inside the freezer.
>She must never know that you enjoy the taste.