>"Please, don't make me, Anon!"
>You stand there, pissed off in new levels.
"YOU'RE GOING TO!"
>"N-no! I don't want to do it!"
>You then point at the kitchen.
"YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME A SANDWICH. WITH MEAT!"
>She starts to cry with her hooves covering her eyes.
>"I will not make a meal out of my friends!"
>Your face makes contact with your hand.
"Just make the meat from chicken, is that better?"
>The sobbing starts to fade away.
>"O-ok."
>She flies outside and comes back inside with a chicken.
"No, no, NO!"
>Smack the chicken out of her hooves.
>"Where else will I get a chicken?"
>You run off to the CMC clubhouse and pound on their door.
>"Hey Anon! Wait- what are you- Stop!"
>Grab the filly and hold her in one arm.
>Run back to Fluttershy's house.
>Hold out the filly and drop her in front of Fluttershy.
"Make me a sandwich out of that!"
>Fluttershy looks at Scootaloo and back at you with curiosity.
>Um... I- I don't-"
"I'll fuck you, if you do me this one favor."
 
 
>You take another bite out of Scootwich, while Fluttershy is slamming on your pecker.
>Laying on your bed, hearing the mare's intense sounds, while savoring the freshly cut meat.
>"En-joing you... meal h-honey?"
>Take another bite, and mumble as you chew.
"Don't call me dat. And yus!"
>Today was an alright day.