>Day foxinshadow in Equestria.
>You wake up, and forsake your shave - a winter coat helps keep you warm.
>You skip your shit - coffee halts the digestive process, and if anything can be said about you, it's that you're a coffee addict.
>You don't shower, either. But you do wash up in the sink.
>Just because you're a little filthy doesn't mean you're a grebby shite, does it?
>You finish your rather lacklustre routine, and get dressed. Nothing extravagant, just a tee and shorts.
>Winter may be coming, but you don't actually have to work today.
>Aloe and Lotus let you have the day off. They're awesome like that.
>KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.
>On your door.
"Two bits" >you say to yourself, as you answer it.
>What a surprise.
>It's Fluttershy.
>She's dressed up, you'll give her that.
>Socks up to her shoulders and gaskins, a garter belt around her withers, and a pair of pink panties pulled high up to her dock.
>She's flagging like you've never seen before.
>Although that could be the shibari.
"What is it today, Flutters?"
>F "I... I was wondering if super-feminization was your fetish Anon?"
>Well...
>Fuck.
>She's got you. You do like the ladies when they go all out.
>Time to break out your awesome human skills.
"No. Definitely not. That is no fetish of mine. At all."
>You nod your head, decisively.
>She doesn't seem put off.
>Instead, she flips her head, laying her mane across her back.
>You see the neat little collar she has going on
>Just a little too tight, you can see the skin slightly peaking on either side.
>FFFFFFFFuuuuu.....
>F "How about o... ownership, Anon?"
 
>She kneels on her back legs, and lays her head on the ground.
>Totally submitted to you.
>You can feel the marinara starting to cook.
>Time to get her out of here
"No. That's disgusting, and vile, and I'll have no part in this Tom Foolery!"
>She lets out a small whine, and falls to the floor, completely presenting to you.
>Oh god.
>You should hire yourself to Rarity.
>You could, literally, cut diamond at this point.
>Meatballs start to germinate, and a piece of fettuccine dribbles out of your pocket.
"Get outta here! Scram, you daft beast!"
>She rolls back other, and slowly flaps away.
>You slam the door, and the spaghetti starts in earnest.
>Tomato sauce everywhere - the walls are covered, the ceiling is dripping, and you're now ankle deep.
>It's like the Titanic.
>If it sunk in an ocean of semi-liquified pizza topping.
>You slip in the sauce, and smack your head on the table
>Great servings of sphago fly everywhere.
>You have no idea how your pastamancy reached such levels - you thought you;d always levelled your DOTs.
>As you slowly sink in the growing sea of Italian delight, you realise...
"I could have avoided this, if I'd just spent one afternoon
"fucking Fluttershy"