- >Sitting on your recliner, feeling like P Diddy.
- >The sun has just set.
- >You are reading the local newspaper, since you haven't gotten the chance to read it.
- >Been annoyed by Fluttershy all day.
- >The headline catches your attention.
- "Rise in Timber Wolf Attacks"
- >But it wasn't like normal attacks.
- >These were a series of rapes.
- >And reports say that only one timber wolf is responsible.
- >And it keeps calling out someone's name.
- >However, the mares couldn't catch it seeing that they were being violated.
- >The only thing they know is that the name starts with an "A".
- >Must be one of the apples.
- >"AROOOOOOOOOO!!!"
- >That just came from outside.
- >No...
- It must have been the wind.
- >You hear the sound of creaking wood from outside your house.
- This is getting too weird.
- >To the safety of your room.
- >Second story, door made of metal, reinforced by magic.
- >Basically a safe room.
- >The best defense for the relapsed rapist pony.
- >Why did you rape her again?
- >Oh yeah, no self-control with your desires.
- >You hear a sudden crash from below.
- >The most foul smell seems to seep through the floor boards.
- >A memory pops into your head.
- >Spike, he told you about this same smell, and what it was associated with.
- >It finally dawns on you, a timber wolf is in your home.
- >Shit_just_got_real.gif
- O-okay, don't panic, Anon. They smell fear.
- >You're shivering.
- >Don't know why, since you are basically safe in here.
- >Nop0ny or thing can get in or out of this room without your consent.
- >Your hear a loud thud coming from your door.
- >How did it know?
- >The banging gets more fierce.
- >It's trying to break down the door.
- >Heh, silly timber wolf, you can't break down this door.
- >"ARROOOOOOOOOU!!!!"
- >A large wooden claw slashes through your door.
- >Made of metal.
- >You have to be dreaming.
- >There's a small gash in the metal, you can see out into your hall.
- >And the wooden monstrosity can see inside.
- >That glowing eye.
- >You quickly grab a bat and duck in the corner along the adjacent wall.
- >A few more swipes and girly screaming later, the timber wolf's face is inside.
- >It looks familiar.
- >"Heres...Lucky!"
- NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
- >You swing your bat, smashing his head into tiny wood splinters.
- >There was a sound of a bunch of sticks slumping to the ground on the other side of the door.
- >It lies there motionless.
- Is it over?
- >Nothing.
- >You let out a sigh of relief.
- >But that victory is short lived as the sticks begin to file through the door.
- >One by one.
- >Lucky the timber wolf was reforming right in front of the door and there were no windows to your room.
- >There is no way out.
- >Lucky had finished forming.
- >You notice something dangling under him.
- >A giant doggy cock.
- >"On the ground, face down Anon."
- >No...this can't be happening.
- >He swipes at you, somehow not injuring you and tearing off your clothes.
- >The next thing you knew, he forces you onto the ground.
- >You can't fight it, it's too strong.
- >The feeling of something pointy at your ass is all you need to know what will happen next.
- >"Bite the pillow, I'm going in dry."
- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
- >A book is thrown at your head.
- >"Damn it, Anon! I'm trying to read this book here!"
- >You must have fallen asleep...again.
- >Those pills the doctor gave you seemed to work at first.
- >No crazy dreams for a good 3 months.
- >Your life was fixed, besides Fluttershy trying to get in your pants.
- >Your friends were happy to see you out and about.
- >Life was good.
- >But a few days ago, they stopped working.
- >Everything crumbled around you.
- >These dreams came back with full force.
- >And magic, although abundant, wasn't good for mental rehabilitation.
- >Look down to find Fluttershy sleeping with her face on your crotch.
- >And your dick in her mouth.
- >You are too tired to deal with this shit.
- >You will let her have her way this one time.
- >As you stare up at the ceiling while getting a sleeping blowjob from Flutters, a disembodied voice speaks to you.
- [spoiler]"Once a Pound Puppies' Bitch, Always a Pound Puppies' Bitch."[/spoiler]
- >That is it. Tomorrow, you will go see Princess Celestia personally.
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