>Day pickles in Equestria. 
>Wake up feeling like P. Diddy. 
>Pickle Daddy that is. 
>You are the royal pickler, and nothing is better than waking up to a fine breakfast of pickles. 
>After breaking open a jar, because just opening it would be ridiculous, you munch on one. 
>The sweet, tangy and tart flavor, the satisfying crunch, the wonderful after taste. 
>You get hard just thinking about it. 
>You begin to munch on another, when a knock comes to the door. 
"Goddammit! I am trying to eat my pickles! Who would dare interrupt me!"
>You stomp to the door, and fling it open. 
>Fluttershy is there, marehood aimed right at your face, her head near the ground. 
>Shes turned to look at you, bedroom eyes on "love me" setting. 
"What is it."
>"I know your fetish mister!"
>You reach in for another pickle. 
"Oh really? And what's *crunch* that?"
>The tart taste makes this interaction almost bearable. 
>"It's pickles! Now stick one in me!"
>Startled, you take a step back. 
>Was it really that obvious? Could she had finally guessed it?
"Y-you best be g-going now!"
>She waves her marehood around. 
>"I know you want it!"
>You reach over your couch and grab your emergency pickle. 
"So long bitch!"
>You take a chomp, and are teleported to your secret pickle jar lair. 
"I must be careful..." 
>You mutter, sinking onto your couch, munching on more pickles. 
>At least Fluttershy isn't 
>Fucking your pickles. 
 
>Day more pickles in Equestria. 
>After that run in with Flutterbutt, you had rarely left your secret base. 
>But this was a exception. 
>You had caught wind if your pickle being in p0nyville. 
>YOUR PICKLE! The pickle that had been with you the day you arrived here. The one that was stolen. 
>You made your way through town, questioning p0nies. 
>They all pointed to my shop. 
>It was a quant shop, a small corner store that I had bought that sold pickles. I had a nice p0ny names Wuten run it. 
>After questioning him, he said that the only pickles that he had sold the last week was to HER. 
>You sigh, thank him for his time, and set towards her cottage. 
>Within the hour, you've arrived, and are prepared for the worse. 
>You rap on the door, and hear a quiet "Come in!"
>You creak open the door, and see your worst nightmare. 
>Fluttershy, rear in the air, with YOUR PICKLE in her cunt.
>"Come get it!" she says, and shoves the rest down, the tip disappearing.  
"Mother fucker!"
>You launch at her, fist forward like superman, aiming straight for her p0ny pickler. 
>You plunge your fist in, reaching for it. You feel the tip just out of your grasp. 
>You shove your arm in to your shoulder, but it's still out of reach. 
"Oh my pickles! That feels so nice!"
>Her juices make everything slick, and her moans only irritate you more. 
"Ah fuck it!"
>You push her open, and stick your whole upper body in. 
>That mother fucker is worth it. 
>You suddenly feel all Fluttershy's weight shift forward, as she tilts her head towards the ground. 
>Gravity, being the traitorous bitch that it is, causes your legs to inch forward into her. 
"Oh shit!"
>As your legs join you inside her, you feel the warmth on her pickler, her walls squeezing you. 
"Well shit. Looks like I'm,"
>You pull out a pair of sunglasses
"in a pickle."