Fetish-shy, Food and Voyeur

> finding fetish searching entertaining, if not a little irritating
> knock on door
speak of the devil
> fluttershy, in her usual naked ways
> "hey anon.....wanna go for a walk?"
I don't know fluttershy
> "please?"
I really don't know
> puppy dog eyes
> dammit
ok, let's go
> walking around, nothing funny, as the usual nowadays
> make a different turn than usual
> "umm....mind if we go by my house?"
sure I guess.
> god knows what awaits me there
> get to her cottage
> offers food
> suspiciously accept
> watch her cook, no funny business
> she notices me watch her cook, and gets a gleam in her eye
> what is she thinking?
> "d-do you like food?"
if I didn't I'd starve, now wouldn't I?
> "yeah...I guess so"
> sets food on table
> I sit, and being a proper gentleman, wait for hostess to take first bite
> she hounds that shit down
> food all over her face
> I watch in awe as she's covered from mane to muzzle in slop
> "am..am I sexy yet?"
no fluttershy, you're a pig
> "o-oh....ok"
> looking dejected, she canters her way to a room
> hear door creak, but not latch
> hear running water
> curious
> walk over
> sure enough, she's showering with the door open
> room is steamy
> glass shower door steamed up, but partly see-though
> as she's washing, pauses for a split second, and begins lathering her nethers
> "oh, anon, I didn't know you liked to peep, looks like I found your fetish"
> go home with her still thinking I'm watching