>Wake up at the ass crack of dawn.
>Do the Holy Trinity.
>Skip the shower cause it will take away your morning gainz.
>You can't lose your gainz.
>Drop to the floor and do 100 push-ups.
>Call yourself a pussy for only doing 100 and not tree fiddy.
>Next, you go down stairs to chug down 4 raw chicken fetuses before leaving for the gym.
>You're Anon, The Master of Gainz.
>You were a gainz master even before coming to this world of technicolor horse pussy.
>All the mares expect sweet, tender love to be made to them.
>But you'll lose your gainz if you cum.
>There's one mare.
>She's the most persistent pain in the ass ever.
>By day she seems like the tender and caring sweet pony everyone knows.
>By night it's the same.
>But early morning at around 7am, that's when the beast comes out to feed.
>Today you'll stop her once and for all.
>No days have been skipped, not leg nor chest.
>No protein shake has gone un-drank.
>Not a single cumshot fired.
>You've been preparing for this and now it's time.
>Knock Knock.
>The sound echos through your ears.
"It's time."
>Approach the door and rip it off its hinges.
>Immediately you flex.
"BRING IT ONNNNNNNNNN!"
>"Anon, I was wondering. Are gainz your fetish."
>The yellow menace gets on her hind legs and flexes.
>Her muscles are toned to perfection.
>Small amounts of sweat glistens off her body.
"Christ."
>And like that, your meat gun unloads it's sauce.
>You shoot through two walls and cum splatters everywhere.
>"You're not getting away that easily mister." Gainzshy says while sprinting through the rain that is your love batter.
>Finally you crash into your office.
>Your gainz office.
>Fluttershy isn't too far behind.
>Shake off your concussion that you're pretty sure will kill you.
>Stand up to face the charging yellow rapist.
"It takes two to tango, bitch."
>Pull out a red cape.
>When Fluttershy charges, you quickly step to the side.
"Olay!"
>She hits a beam.
>Little Anon dicks with wings are seen floating around her dazed noggin.
>She shakes it off and tackles you.
>"LET ME LOVE YOU!" The she demon commands.
"NEVA!"
>She takes a 5 lbs weight and strikes the side of your head.
>Recoil your head back and stare at her.
"I shit weights heavier than that."
>She stares awe struck.
>Push her off of you.
>Double tornado kick her right in the chest.
>She goes flying onto the treadmill.
>Everyone knows cardio is a gainz-killer.
>It seems to have no effect on her, strange.
>Take this time to jump on her.
>"O-oh Anon. I didn't know you liked cardio fucking."
"What did you say?"
>Rage builds within you.
"DO YOU THINK I'M SOME SCHOOL BOY BITCH?!"
>Strike her with your fist.
"Everyone knows cardio ruins gainz."
>Strike her again.
"Anyone who lifts knows that!"
>Spot a tag under her armpit.
>A closer look reveals it's Anchor Arms™ from that Spongebob infomercial.
"YOU FAKE MAKING GAINZ?!"
>Her pupils are now pinpricks.
>"THAT'S A CRIME PUNISHABLE BY DEATH FROM THE GAINZ GODZ."
>Suddenly the clouds part.
>A giant muscular hand bursts through your ceiling.
>"YOUR TIME HAS COME HEATHEN!" The voice of the muscular hand booms throughout the land.
>"FACE YOUR JUDGEMENT FOR YOUR CRIMES!"
>Quickly, you get off Fluttershy and begin to bow while repeating; "I am not worthy."
>Fluttershy screams as the giant hand takes her to her judgement.
>When all is said and done you look up to find a stack of protein powders and creatine.
>A note is stuck on one of the jars.
>It reads:
   Dear Anon,
        We, The Gainz Godz, appreciate you helping us apprehend this evil doer! As a reward we shall help you continue to make gainz and being totally Alpha.
Love, Craig "The God of Biceps and Triceps".
>You look at the pile of gainzy goodness the Godz have so graciously given you.
>All because of.
>Fucking Fluttershy