>You are Sammich.
>You are made by Fluttershy.
>You are a simple sammich.
>Plain white bread.
>Little bit of hay.
>A single daisy in the middle.
>And you are about to be eaten.
>You can see that warm opening now.
>Oh God, you want to be inside that so bad.
>You feel her warm breath caress your fresh doughy goodness.
>This is so your fetish.
>You are suddenly dropped onto the table.
>Wha… oh, Anonymous the human is here.
>You will have to wait for him to leave.
>No matter, you are a patient sammich.
>You will just have to think about how good it’s going to feel inside Fluttershy.
>Yeah… this is getting your crust really hard.
>Suddenly, a loud smash rips you out of your hay dream.
>Anonymous the human appears to have broken a window.
>And Fluttershy seems to have left.
>DAMN YOU ANONYM…
>What is he doing?
>Anonymous walks up to you.
>He picks you up with his mingers.
>This is not your fetish, THIS IS NOT YOUR FETISH AT ALL.
>He bites down on you; his sharp meat eating teeth tear at your flesh.
>You are in so much pain.
>He proceeds to consume you, probing you with his mingers all the while.
>This is not the warm hole you wanted.
>You long to be inside Fluttershy.
>But it will never be so…
>You are Sammich.
>And you are sad.