>Day Sugar is Bad in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>You wake up, and do the triple S.
>You head to the kitchen and eat cereal, with a cookie.
>Boy, do you love cookies.
>You grab the cookie box and take all 50 of them in your hand.
>How none of them fell to the floor, you may never know.
>You take a giant bite and swallow all of the cookies.
>You rub your tummy in satisfaction.
>Suddenly, a weird and terrible feeling takes over you.
Arrgghhh...
>It's attacking from the stomach.
Maybe eating all of those cookies at once wasn't a good idea...
>You slam into the ground, unconscious.
>...
>You wake up on the floor with an awful headache.
Ow...
>You shouldn't have eaten all of those cookies.
>Especially due to the fact you were diabetic.
>You're really lucky all those cookies didn't kill you.
>You hear a knock on the door.
>Guess it's Fluttershy's daily fetish guess.
>You look at the clock.
>5:00 P.M.
>That's odd, usually she visits at 6:00 A.M., sharp.
>You open the door to see Fluttershy holding a box.
>"Hi Anon. I have something very special for you."
>She opens the box.
>Cookies!
>NO! Must resist the temptation!
>You close the box.
>Fluttershy lowers her ears.
>"Y-You don't like them?"
>Her eyes start to water.
>D'AW!
>The adorableness causes you to have another sugar spike and fall over to the floor.
>"A-Anon?"
>She pokes your body.
>"Are you ok?"
>No response.
>She takes off your clothes to see that you have mornin-er, afternoon wood.
>She starts drooling.
>"Well, I've never tried necrophilia, but...
>She casts an evil grin.
>"...there's always a first for everything."
>And now, Fluttershy is riding your dead body for the rest of the day.
>Fucking diabetes.