- >Day GOD DANM IT, MOTHER FUCKING BONNER!!!!
- >you were lying in bed in, semi- conscious
- >when your dick decided it would be a good idea to stand to attention to a stray thought of….
- >…the think folds of flesh cradling you like a newbor-
- “GAH! FUCK!”
- >Its only morning wood!
- >that’s all
- >you are NOT attracted to ponies!
- >fat or thin
- >least of all fucking Fluttershy!
- >”you sure about that bro? Cause I know you’re feeling an itch”
- “Fuck you traitor…”
- >it’s only morning wood….
- >you are no horse fucker…
- >…really…
- >…you mean it…
- >you know what?
- >you’ll fucking prove you STIILL don’t want pony pussy
- >you jump out of bed, erection still itching for a tug
- >Not today mother fucker
- >you race to the freezer and pull out an ice pack
- “Today’s forecast, a freezzzzze”
- >you shove the frigid bag into your pants, causing your boner to shrivel and die
- “Chill out”
- >oh fuck, that’s cold
- >you though the pack to the ground the second your decent again
- >right next order of business
- >you raid your cupboards for an excuse for an excuse to visit the little harlot
- >the rest of them wouldn’t be content with what happened yesterday anyway
- >fuck it
- >just give her some vegetables
- >fat bitch can afford lose a few pounds anyway
- >you place a few carrots and stalks of celery into a basket and head out
- >getting glares from p0nies all the way
- >really now, you got over it, Fluttershy got over it, why can’t they?
- >short time later you arrive at the yellow sex offenders cottage
- >you approach the door
- >you feel a tingle in your pants
- >no, none of that
- >you take a moment to compose yourself
- >you are no horsefucker…
- >you are going to give Flutts the basket, you’ll say you’re sorry, we’ll make up and everyp0ny will be happy…
- >you look at your crotch
- “and not a peep out of you!”
- >”Whatever bro”
- >right…
- >wait, what’s that noise?
- >you where to busy telling getting your shit together notice before…
- >…sounds like aerobics music?
- >your feel that tingle again
- >fuck! Why are you so damn curious?
- >You wouldn’t have given this a second thought a week ago…
- >you stand in front of the door…
- >…well, what harm can a little peek do?
- >after all you maybe interrupting something important!
- >enter sneak mode
- >you make your way to the living room window
- >right now, let’s see what all the fuss is about
- >you pop you head over the windowsill
- “…sweet jeebus…”
- >Y-yes, it was aerobics music….
- >spying through the cottage widow you see Fluttershy….
- >Still plump and delici-fat
- >you might have been able to handle that alone but now she’s also warring a skin tight leotard that would have been sink tight even if it wasn’t a few sizes too small for the p0ny’s bulk
- >the little butterball standing on her hind legs, doing a series of actions in tune with the music’s beat, kicks, punches, wingflexs….
- >each causing beads of sweat to fly of her soft yellow body and sending deep ripples through her flab from the source of movement all across her round and heavy form still clearly visible despite the cloth hugging her coat…
- >you stand there, unable to move, mesmerised by the display of the yellow pony and her folds
- >its beautiful…
- >suddenly a load crash releases you from the hypnosis put on you my the rippling flab
- >you look down to she only one hand holding the basket, causing it to go lob sided , dumping its contents into the mud below
- >you other hand however exploited your moment of weakness and is now wrapped tightly around your cock…
- >which is so hard it could cut diamonds….
- >…shit….
- >”Anon?”
- >you look up
- >the mare must have also heard the crash
- >she is now looking right at you
- >”Oh Anon, you startled me…I’ll be right out”
- >oh fuck
- >without thinking you gather what you can of the ground
- >ohshitohfuckohshitohfuckohshitoh-
- >you hear the cottage door open
- >OHSHITOHFUCKOHSHOTOHFUCKOHSHIT
- >you hold the basket, now refilled with the muddy vegetables over your crotch just as the yellow mare waddles through the doorway
- >”Hello Anon, I hope you’re feeling better”
- >you try to avert your gaze
- “Y-yeah, much better….”
- >not working!
- >you stand there in silence
- >breathing in the musk of the yellow pony as she stews in her own juiced trapped by the, no doubt, uncomfortably tight leotard…
- >you boner makes a bid for freedom
- >shit focus! Change the subject! START TALKING!”
- “well…um…ah….what are you doing…?”
- >smooth….faggot
- >”oh well…tying to lose some weight, this bulk makes it very difficult to fly, so I can’t help my animal friends very well”
- >she flaps where wings, now grossly disproportionation to the rest of her body to demonstrate
- >each flap sends a ripple through her folds, from her able hindquarters to her cute plumb face
- >you notice the effort she is putting into getting arbore, but try as she might she can only get a few feet of the ground
- >then without warning her wings give out, sending the mare tumbling to the ground
- >she hits the earth with an audible “thud” sending a small shock wave through the ground, up your leg and into to your-
- “That’s…that’s great…Fluttershy…”
- >she smiles lamely
- >”Oh are those vegetables? Thank you Anon that’s just what I need for my fitness programme”
- >she reaches out with her teeth to take the makes shift bulge concealer away from its post
- “NO!”
- >she mare eppes back in surprise
- “what I meant to say is….”
- >you notice the mud on the vegetables from when you dropped it
- “THESE ONES ARE DIRTY! Yeah that’s it! Filthy, unclean vegetables! Let’s me get you some nice clean ones!”
- >you smile through your sweat…
- >vegetables come out of the fucking ground you retard!
- >the cubby mare looks at you with a hint of confusion
- >please buy it, please
- >”Okay anon, whatever you say”
- >she smiles and turns her back on you walking back into her house
- >giving you full view of her ripe, graspable ass practically devouring the leotard between to full sweaty checks
- >you hear something rip down below
- >you wispier to yourself with a hint of pain
- “mahhhhh dicccccccc”
- >you bust through your door and partially rip your freezer door of its hinges
- >you produce your dick, hard beyond any precinct known to man
- >you can hear it! Begging for release!
- >but all for nought! You are no fucking horsefucker!
- “ICE TO KNOW YOU!!!!”
- >you thrust your defiant member into the ice box
- >yes…yes
- >the heat is fading…
- >you can think now…
- >…
- >WHAT THE FUCK IS WORNG WITH YOU MAN!
- >she’s a fucking pony!
- >and one that would probably be classified as morbidly obese!
- >you can’t live like this…
- >sooner or later you’re going to run out of ice and…
- >you shutter
- >…
- >wait a minute…
- >she excising!
- >she’s going to get thin and physically repulsive again!
- >you just need to hold out, just a little longer…
- >if she can put that much on in a week then surely it doesn’t take that long to take it of…
- >and you’re going to help her!
- >you pull your punished penis, now fully flaicd out of the freezer
- >yes!
- >you are going to wash of those carrots and feed them to the fat bitch!
- >and then you can regain control of your life!
- >you grab the basket and dump the contents into the sink…
- >as you begin to wash of the mud you notice something out of the corner of your eye….
- >your deep fat fryer…
- >you even had some batter prepared for tonight’s fish and chips…
- -
- >Oh god what are you doing!?
- >you stand with a batter coated carrot in your hand, hovering over the vat of boiling oil and lard
- >you begin lowering the vegetable, to create an abomination
- >Oh god, why can’t you stop?
- >as you hear the vile mixture begin to work you can already feel your dick thawing
- >seeing the carrot soaking up the fat you hear it chant
- >”Yes….YESSSSSSS!”
- >you meet with Fluttershy at the local café for lunch
- >you logic was that being the cool and collected man that you are you would be better able to handle yourself in public…
- >well guess what you dumb shit!?
- >you sit at the table with Fluttershy opposite with your legs crossed
- >since you got here all you’ve done was spew spaghetti out of every office you have
- >get a grip man!
- >”So Anon I feel I should apologies again for my behaviour, I had no idea it made you so unhappy.”
- >god damn, she’s so cute!
- “Don’t…I shouted at you…and”
- >fuck sake, you’re talking like you have a combination of a speech impediment and downs syndrome
- >think, think think…
- >THE BOX!
- >in a single movement pick up the basket at your feet and slam it on the table
- >”I AM SORRY! Here’s your vegetables, peace offering!”
- >you grin
- >could you sound any more like a faggot?
- >Fluttershy gingerly picks up one of the deep fried carrots
- >Ummmm Anon-“
- “I made the taste better! Still healthy! Help you lose weight, really sorry about that, try one!”
- >she smiles
- >”That’s sweet of you anon”
- >not as sweet as your thighs…god damn it…
- >she takes one bite of the monster you forged and chews shyly for a moment
- >then her face lights up and she devourers the carrot in a single bite!
- >she begins scoffing down your hellspwan at a pace you though impossible, much to the disgust of the other patrons of the café
- >many leave, you can’t see why
- >the movement of her jaw and the way it cause the fat under her neck to jiggle….
- >its wonderful…wait
- >you grasp your hand before it can meet its mark…
- >yes finishes of the box with a small burb
- >”oh-excuse me..”
- >she chuckles and blushes
- >”YES!!! LAUGH AND GROW FAT!!!”
- >time and place dick!
- >”ummm Anon…are you sure you are okay? You are breathing awfully heavy…”
- >SHIT! SAY SOMETHING!
- “Y-you to….”
- >well fuck you to brain…
- >Just then a deity must of decided you need a break as you hear the town clock chine off
- >1 O’clock
- >”Oh my, is that the time already?”
- >Flutts looks flustered
- >”Sorry Anon but I need to go feed angle bunny and the rest of the animals…”
- >she begins to get of her stool…with some degree of difficulty
- >”But…ummm, could you make me some more of those carrots…if you don’t mind…”
- “Sure”
- >you said that too quickly for your likening
- >she turns…
- >again giving you a front row seat to that glorious, jiggling behind….
- >you bite your lip and uncross your legs…
- >it’s getting too unconformable ….
- >she finally waddles out of sight and you are left alone with your thoughts
- >damn, you hate to see her go but love to watch her leave….
- >….
- >GOD DANM IT!!
- >this is shameful, not only did you get another bloody hard on you fucked up your chance to get rid of them!
- >”not all bad”
- >fuck your shit boner
- >what’s a man to do?
- >you get up to go home…when a tightness reminds you it’s probably best to stay down…
- >well fuck…
- >you call the waiter over
- >”What would sir like to order?”
- ”A tall latte with a caramel shot….”
- >you pause for a moment…
- ”and a glass of ice water…”
- >”of course sir…”
- >the waiter turns before stopping
- >”Oh, and in future may I ask sir to refrain from bringing outside food into the café?”
- >you looking around the nearly empty room…
- “Sure thing…”
- >Fucking Fluttershy
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