A Very Christmassy Flutterrape

Twas the night before Hearth's Warming, when all through Ponyville
A bush was stirring, as Anon took his pill.
The barricades were hung by the window with care,
In case that Fluttershy would soon be there.

Anonymous was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of sugar-plots danced in his head.
And Pinkie in her mischief, all in Anon's nap,
Had just made sense that her plot he would tap.

When out on the blue there arose such a clatter,
Anon sprang from bed to see what was the matter.
Away the window flew out in a flash,
It was too quick, what a waste of cash.

The moon on the wreck of your new-fallen window
Showed Anon the horrors that would follow.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature horse, her colors most queer.

With a little cute squeak, so lively and quick,
Anon knew that she wanted his dick.
More rapid than niggers her hooves they came,
And Anon swore, shouted, and called her a bad name!

"Fluttershy! Fluttershy! That is not my fetish!
No bondage! No rape! Not even the penis perish!
And no more tentacles! They'll pin me to the wall!
No more vore! No scat! Fuck them all!"

As dry heaves that foretold the loosened fly,
Anonymous was soon assaulted, mind full of why.
So up to the top floor Anon quickly flew,
With Fluttershy behind, and her dildo too.

And then, a twinkling, Anon heard with a poof
The watersports and pawing of her little hoof.
As Anon threw up in his head, he turned around,
Down his ankle Fluttershy came with a bound.

He was then forced into fur, from his head to his foot,
Even with all the tail and mane attached to boot.
Fluttershy then had him flung on his back,
And he looked just like a pony, and was her snack.

Her eyes-how they gleamed! Her thought evil- very!
Her cheeks were like roses, please pop my cherry!
Her little mouth drooled Anon head to toe,
And Anonymous there was pale as the snow.

The stump of a plug she held tight in her teeth,
And Anon had a thought- that's going underneath?
He wished for Pinkie, with her little round belly,
That shook when she laughed, how he was jelly!

Pinkie was chubby and plump, best of the shelf,
And she was who he'd cuddle, and I do say so myself!
A wink of a hood and with a twist of the mare,
Soon reminded Anon he had something to care.

Shy spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And opened his pants, and then turned him on with a jerk.
And laying her hooves aside of his pose,
And giving a prod, up his chimney rose!

His sleigh sprang, and to his surprise it was his missle,
And away she flew on him with her mane a bristle.
Anon heard her exclaim, ‘ere it was quite a sight,
"Happy Hearth's Warming to you, and try not to fight!"

THE END.