>The Huntsman
>Animal hunting
>Animal-overprotective Fluttershy
 
>Day When was the Last Fucking Time You Counted The Day Number in Equestria
>You are Anon
>And you are on the hunt.
>You can't take it anymore. Your body is rejecting all the this greenery it's taken in.
>You need MEAT, dammit!
>With your trusty Huntsman, you've stalked the borders of Everfree for three days.
>What you saw didn't look very inviting, what with the snakes and crazy blue flowers.
>Now that you've penetrated deeper into the bush, however, you've located a wonderful catch.
>A pig, seemingly mute, waits in the center of a clearing, its plump haunches awaiting the killing shot.
>You start to drool at the thought of all that bacon....
>WH-oh right.
>Pig. Kill the pig, get home, get bacon.
>You ready an arrow across the Huntsman's string and pull it taut, narrowing in on the kill.
>"....aaa...."
>Huh?
>"...Aaaaaaa..."
>Are you hearin' shit?
>"...AaaaAAAAAAAA!"
>WHAM
>FLuttershit crashes into you, knocking away the Huntsman and winding you but good.
>The pig runs off squealing.
"What the fuck, Fluttershy!?"
>"I won't let you hurt Mr. Porkums!"
>wat
>You don't have time for this shit. You NEED that meat.
>"If you know what's good for you, Anon, you'll leave him alone!"
>You bark out a soulless laugh and stalk off into the forest.
>Something smacks into you from behind.
>Everything goes black.
>...
>You open your eyes to an unfamiliar darkness.
>Your head feels as though it's encased in something.
>Something foul.
>As you explore what covers your face with your hand, you feel a bump near your chin.
>As you try to get a feel for what it is, you feel the head cover tighten.
>"A-aaahhhh~"
>Oh FUCK.
>"Do you feel bad now, Anon!?"
>OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE SICK.
>wait...
>SHIT YOU CAN'T EVEN BREATHE
>Fluttershy has encased your head with her marehood.
>What a horrible night to have a curse.
>You can feel your consciousness fading, never to reawaken.
>"Don't. FUCK. With my. Animals."
>You begin to regret this hunting trip. All it's brought you is misfortune. And death.
>As you pass into the great rapey beyond, your last conscious thoughts are
>Fucking Fluttershy