>Day Naa? in Equestria.
>You’re taking Futashy for a walk in town today.
>All the “normal” p0nies have come to accept her now.
>They initially got quite offended when she started humping p0nies left and right without warning.
>She was just so excited to see other p0nies around.
>They’ve accepted now that it’s just how she is.
>And it’s her way of saying “hello.”
>So you’re walking with Futashy on your way to the shops.
>You’ve got to pick up some groceries, so you’re killing two birds with one stone.
>Lyra walks up to you.
>”Hey, Anon... You know, you could put me on a leash if you want...”
“No, Lyra. For the last time, I don’t want you to be my little p0ny.”
>You speed up your walk.
>It turns out petplay is a popular fetish around here.
>Your parading around with Futashy only excites them.
>Futashy looks up at you, noticing the grimace on your face.
>”Naa?”
>You stop and smile at her.
“It’s ok, Futashy. I’m fine.”
>You pet her mane.
>She sticks her tongue out and smiles, leaning into your touch.
>Somep0ny in the crowd goes “Awww...”
>Being accosted all the time is a bit annoying, but you wouldn’t trade Futashy for the world.
>She’s the best pet ever.
>Even though she can’t speak, you two communicate just fine.
>She still humps the furniture, but you can’t blame her for that.
>Those table legs go all the way up.
>You reach the grocery store.
>You tie Futashy up outside.
>”*whine*”
“It’s just for a few minutes, Shy. I’ll be right back.”
>She raises a hoof to you.
>You have to ignore it.
>You go in and get your groceries.
>You come back out to a very excited looking Futashy.
“Hey, Girl! See? I told you I would be back in no time!”
>”Woof!”
>Huh?
>You look very confused at Futashy.
>She looks around nervously, and starts sweating.
>”Uh... Naa?”
>That’s better.
>You pet her for being a good p0ny.
>Again, she leans into your touch.
>She seems to really enjoy it this time.
>She’s even drooling.
>Wait, wasn’t the collar you put on her today green?
>It’s blue now.
>Oh well.
>You untie her leash and start to walk.
>Initially she doesn’t move, looking slightly confused.
>But then she mutters a quick, “Oh, right.” Under her breath and comes with you.
>She’s acting awfully strange today.
>Might be her food.
>As you walk through town, p0nies start to stare at you.
>Or rather, they’re staring at Futashy and you.
>Futashy is being awfully affectionate today, trying to rub against your leg as you walk.
>And she’s also making a nuisance of herself by trying to sniff your crotch.
“Shy, behave!”
>You give a good tug of the leash to drive your command home.
>”Glerk!”
>That got her attention.
>If she keeps this up, you might have to punish her when you get home.
>You leave town and start walking on the path that leads to your cottage, and further along Fluttershy’s cottage.
>It’s annoying that you live so far away from town, and especially annoying that you live so close to Fluttershy.
>But beggars can’t be choosers in a land filled with miniature horses.
>As you walk along the road past the meadows, Futashy starts looking nervous.
>Being a conscientious owner, you stop.
“What’s up, Shy? You need to go?”
>”Um... Er...”
“If you need to go, just go to the side of the road like usual.”
>She looks pleadingly up at you.
>It seems like she’s reluctant to relieve herself in the open.
>Odd, she never usually has any qualms with doing so.
>Even in the middle of town...
“Go on!”
>”Naa...”
>Futashy takes to the skies on her wings, and starts pulling you towards your house.
>That’s also odd.
>Futashy can’t fly.
>You zoom homeward bound, being dragged along by Futashy.
>She’s pretty fast for a novice flier.
>You reach home and Futashy flies upstairs to your bathroom.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”
>You chase after her.
>She’s supposed to use her litterbox!
>You barge into the bathroom to see her looking very relaxed sitting upright on your toilet.
>She’s even using toilet paper.
>When did she learn that trick?
>She finishes and flushes the toilet.
>And then her dick falls off.
>You take a closer look at it.
>It’s a sausage and some duct tape.
>You glare angrily at what is quite obviously now Fluttershy in a blue collar.
>”Uh... Naa?”
>You run downstairs and head out the door.
>You sprint to Fluttershy’s cottage and kick the door open.
>There lies Futashy, quivering in the center of her living room.
>”NAA! NAA!”
>Her voice is hoarse with all the shouting she’s been doing.
>The poor thing is terrified, having been dressed up in socks and lingerie.
>She’s trying in vain to take the socks off.
>You quickly rush over to her and remove the apparel.
>”Naa...”
>You hug her close.
>She sobs into your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Futashy. I can’t believe I almost lost you...”
>”Naa... *sniff*”
>”So... Me being your pet isn’t your fetish, Anon?”
>You don’t turn around.
>You know that voice and its owner.
“Futashy.”
>”Naa?”
“Would you by any chance like some revenge?”
>”Naa.”
“That’s what I thought.”
>You stand up and advance menacingly on your pet’s tormentor.
>”Uh... I’m not sure I like this game...”
>You pick up a nearby roll of duct tape.
>It makes a nice tearing noise as you peel some off the roll.
 
>Two hours later, and Futashy is still going strong.
>Fluttershy squeaks from behind her gag, and struggles in her bindings.
>She keeps drifting in and out of consciousness, fighting against the intense sensations that wrack her body.
>You sit in your chair, reading the newspaper.
>”Naa... Naa...! NAA! HNNNNGH!”
>Futashy orgasms once more, spilling so much seed out of Fluttershy’s abused cunt.
“You done now, Shy?”
>”Naa.” She says, shaking her head.
“Well I’m heading upstairs. Call me when you’re done.”
>”Naa.”
>You get up out of your comfy chair and head to bed.
>Needless to say you didn’t get much sleep that night with all the noise Futashy made
>Fucking Fluttershy.