Title:           FR - A Christmas Tale
Author:          Mad_Sandwich
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of December 2014 09:19:13 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 26th of December 2014 01:04:15 AM CDT

>'Twas the night before Hearth's Warming..
>And all through Anon's house, not a pone was stirring, not even a mouse...
>"I-I'm gonna get that Anon, and when I do, his monkey dick will be mine, and that's a promise too!"
>There was one thing creeping through the darkness tonight, a yellow pegasus pony, avoiding the light.
>All dressed up in latex, just like Solid Snake, but this little pony, a bad spy she would make.
>Dildo's and handcuffs hung low from her belt, along with a whip that could leave a bad welt.
>She crept up the stairs, slow and precise, creeping along like one fond of the rice.
>Opened the door and what did she see? Anon sleeping gently, his dong hanging free.
>Her mouth hung open, drool dripped on the floor, for soon she would eat penis, the sneaky yellow whore.
>One hoof on the bed, which gave a little creak, and she took extra care, and resumed her slow sneak.
>Straddled atop, her marehood overhead, it didn't look good, his pony cherry seemed brown bread.
>When suddenly she sneezed, a soft little achoo, his eyes popped open, and from the bed he flew.
>"Fluttershy, what? How did you get in here?" He exclaimed loudly, eyes full of fear.
>"Come on now, Anon, my marehood's right here! I mean really, come on, what are you, queer?"
>"I told you nicely, I told you a lot! I won't fuck a pony! I simply will not!"
>"I don't need to explain why I can't fuck your plot, now please leave quietly, or I'll beat you a lot!"
>Fluttershy ran at a frightful pace, her hoofs slipping all over the place.
>"I swear to god, you come here again! I'll do something drastic, you'll understand then!"
>She ran down the stairs, and out the front door, her sex toys left scattered all over the floor.
>Slowing down, she came to a stop, her hooves slowly ceased their clippity clop.
>Looking out from his window, Anon saw her cry, but at least he wouldn't be, Fucking Fluttershy.