Anon the Lamp

>And your life was hell.
>Oh sure, you think "How can being a lamp be hell?"
>Sure you have no way of moving, but it's just a lamp, right? Turn on, turn off, get new bulb, whatever.
>But it's not that simple.
>Your owner is Fluttershy, or as you've come to know her, Sluttershy.
>Bitch brought in AT LEAST three dudes a week and fucking boned in the middle of the living room.
>Last week Big Macintosh came on you and you almost grew a mouth just so you could scream.
>Today was her "in between" day, the day where she didn't bring anyone in.
>Or so you thought.
>Sluttershy skanked down the stares and looked at you.
>"Oh...that'll work nice~" she says.
>Jesuschristwhat.
>Sluttershy grabs you and fondles your thin base a bit before taking you upstairs.
>You were Anon. The lamp.
>And your life was hell.