FR - Tinfoil Trouble

>day helter skelter in Equestria
>wandering down the streets
>singing to yourself
"I love little girls, they make me feel so pretty..."
>suddenly, a bright light tears at your eyes
>what the—
>you shield your face, and peer into the brightness
>oh shit, not her
>Fluttershy stands there in your path
>covered in...
>tinfoil?
>the fuck?
>"O-Oh hello, Anon," she says softly, smiling at you with lidded eyes
>at least, that's what you assume, because she has dark tinted glasses concealing her large peepers
>"Do you like it?"
>you stare at her, jaw dropped
>"Are government conspiracies your fetish, Anon?"
>oh fuck
>they totally are
>you can feel yourself growing hot, and it wasn't only because of the tinfoil-reflected light baking you alive
>your pants tighten as you imagine just how protected from satellite beams Fluttershy must be right now
>you glance up at her once more
>you see that her shades have fallen off
>and a look of utter contempt from the yellow pony meets you
"Uh..."
>"Really, Anon? Really?"
"W-Well..."
>"There is something very wrong with you, mister!"
>she spins around before you can do anything to stop her
>and her hooves buck right into your erection and testicles
>you fall backwards, pain coursing through you body as your abused genitals throb in agony
>laying on the ground, you twitch and tweak, drooling slightly as you seize
>Fluttershy walks over to you slowly, the crinkle of tinfoil meshing together accompanied by beams of light dappling the areas all around her
>she leans down close
>her breath in your ear
>"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams, Anon."
>you cum instantly