>wake up to the sound clinking metal in your bed.
>Turn over and smile at the sauce pan on your pillow.
"Hey baby. I hope you had fun last night."
>"..."
"Oh you're naughty."
>Get out of bed to do the Triple S.
>You are Anon.
>Pan-sexual.
>Walk downstairs and prep for breakfast.
>Get out a pan for the eggs.
"Damn girl, you got a nice handle."
>Start cracking eggs and pour the delicious chicken fetus in the pan.
"That's right take it you whore."
>The egg sizzles against the hot metal.
"Yeah awww yeah babe."
>Finish making your breakfast.
>Kiss the scolding hot metal.
>Don't care that your lip are suffering third degree burns.
"I'll be back."
>Put the pan in the sink and start eating your breakfast.
>A knock at the door interrupts your meal.
"Damn."
>Wipe your mouth and answer the door.
>Stare in awe as Fluttershy wears metallic clanky goodness.
>"I-I noticed how much you like pans."
"Shhh shhh. Your voice will ruin what the pans are saying."
>"O-okay."
>Pick her up and take her to the bed.
"I don't need this."
>Tear the pans off Fluttershy."
>Grab her and hold her out of the window.
>"B-but I-I guessed your f-fetish right."
"That's true, but until your horse pussy feels like I'm banging RoboCop, I ain't touching you."
>Toss her out the window.
"Now. Time to get the sex started."
>Turn the lights down and turn on what gets pans hot.
>It's every audio from every movie where pans would accidentally fall.
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>Be Fluttershy
>Outside of Anon's house.
>The only thing you can here is clanking metal and the bed shaking.
>Flutter up to his window.
"O-oh my."
>You watch Anon thrust his maleness into the pile of cooking ware.
>Start getting turned on.
>Begin hoofing yourself.
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>Be Anon again.
>See Fluttershy mashing her marehood to your sexing up the metal.
>Immediately go flaccid.
"I'll be back my sweets."
>Pick up your worse pan. Bertha.
>Throw her at Fluttershy.
>Bertha knocks her out.
>You didn't want Bertha anyways.
>That rusty old cum dumpster of a skillet meant nothing to you now.
>Sigh as you remember the good times with Bertha.
"Oh well."
>You go back to bed and continue.
>Fucking your pans.