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- >"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.
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