Wheelchair Anon

>a wheelchair
>a salad bowl
>a poster of Hitler

>You are Wheelchair Anon
>Confined to a wheelchair due to Fluttershy literally raping your leg so hard it broke.
>Your only food since then has been a bowl of dandelion and lettuce salad.
>Fucking gross.
>Not to mention her mare juices seeped into the breaks in the skin and somehow infected the wound.
>Your only company since then has been the most notorious man in human history.
>Mustache Chaplinian in nature, hat and coat business-focused.
>A poster of Adolf Hitler stares at you from the opposite wall.
>Twilight enchanted it to speak to you on occasion.
>He's kind of an asshole, but surprisingly easy to relate to.
>"Anon! Why the fuck are you lazing around like a sleazy Jew!?"
>Speaking of which...
"Fuck off, Hitler. I've got to think about how to avoid Fluttershy. If she sees me like this it's Rape City."
>"Then use your fucking surrounding to your advantage!My SS squad would know all about how to do that!"
>You have a salad bowl.
>Perfect.
>Sometime later, FLuttershit stops by.
>She is greeted with a hearty round of German that would make a sailor blush could he understand it.
"Hey, Fluttershy. Turn around for me, would ya?"
>"Oh! Of course, Anon." She complies.
>You roll Hitler into a tube and jam him as far up Fluttershy's cunt as you possibly can without wetting your hand.
>She is temporarily incapacitated by this sudden influx of pleasure.
"Way to take one for the team, Hitler!"
>You hear muffled screams from within Flutterskank's marehood.
>Good 'ol Hitler. He saved you from
>Fucking Fluttershy