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- >Day Based On True Events in Equestria
- >Be Anonymous
- >You awake to a glorious golden morning and look up at the sun shining through your window
- >Its perfectly round appearance and wonderfully golden colour gets you thinking about breakfast
- >You spring from your bed and into your morning routine as you imagine the sweet taste of today's meal
- >Hot crêpes, maybe stuffed with strawberry jam and whipped crème today
- >Maybe even sliced banana and a bit of chocolate drizzled carefully on top
- >No matter how you do this morning's deed, it all comes down to the magnificent shell you create
- >You grab your ingredients and lay it across your narrow countertop before reaching for your favourite crêpe pan
- >As always, your pan is kept in a cool, dry cabinet and wrapped in the finest imported silk and you ritualistically prepare to create another masterful breakfast
- "Oh, varied and undetermined powers that be, guide my hand on this auspicious morning so that I may bask once more in the flavourful embrace of my beloveds."
- >Having said your short prayers to any deity that may be listening, you begin creating the batter
- >All goes fairly well, save for a single egg shell you had to fish for, as you race around the kitchen
- >The element comes to life with its hypnotizing blue flame and you gently lay the pan atop
- >A knock at the door catches your attention and you think about answering
- >You rush to the door and open it ever so slightly to see the yellow mare, Fluttershy, outside your residence... again
- >"Hello, Anon, and good morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"
- >You let go a sigh of frustration and hunger
- "No, Flutters, what's it today?"
- >"Oh, um, I remember what you told me last time. You know? About how you love those pancake things for breakfast?"
- >You do not recall this moment, but sometimes strange things happen around Fluttershy
- >"Well, what I wanted to ask you was..."
- "No, Fluttershy, crêpes are not my fetish."
- >You nearly chuckle at the thought of being sexually excited by food
- >Sure, crêpes are the most delicious and delectable of all the foods in all the worlds, but there is no need to pop a boner at the table over them
- >"That wasn't what I wanted to ask you, Anon... but, um, good to know!"
- >Fluttershy produces a small plate from behind her back with a stack of unfilled crêpes piled twenty pieces high
- "Mon Dieu ! Did you make these?"
- >"Yes, I did. Would you like some, hmm?"
- >She looks up at you with a curious grin and you cautiously open the door
- "What ingredients did you use?"
- >"Oh, the usual. Flour, eggs, water, milk... some butter..."
- "No drugs of any kind?"
- >"Oh, heavens no, Anon. I remember how you told me you didn't appreciate drugs in your food."
- >Her smile widens as she stares at you
- >Sometimes, Fluttershy is absolutely terrifying
- >You may just trust her this morning, if only because you are rather hungry now
- "Come in, but hooves stay on the floor, got it?"
- >"Of course, Anon."
- >The little pegasus trots in happily with her bounty of crêpe and you follow the scent of delicious breakfast pastries
- >"I looked up a lot of recipes at the library. Crêpes are really versatile. You can stuff them with anything, really."
- "Very true! I even have a variety of premade fillings."
- >You open your small ice box and display a dozen or so labeled jars
- >Fluttershy gasps at your impressive collection and you nod in delight
- "Anything in particular?"
- >"How about that one?"
- >Fluttershy points to a jar of honey butter and cherry halves
- "Great choice, Flutters."
- >You pull out the jar and a serving spoon as Fluttershy sits at the table with her crêpes
- >"Oh, let me get us some drinks."
- >You pull out a second plate and cup and set a space for your guest
- >"Ooh, apple juice from Sweet Apple Acres!"F
- >It is really quite delicious apple juice, even if this meal calls for cranberry
- >You allow Fluttershy her choice of drink and casually begin to layer and roll each delicate shell with the heavenly filling
- >It takes your expert hands a few minutes to make eight healthy crêpes and you divide them between the two of you
- >Fluttershy takes the initiative and already has a cup of juice poured for each of you
- >"It's pretty hot out today. You look like you could use some right now."
- >Fluttershy hands you your glass and you do feel a bit thirsty
- >You polish off half a cup in one gulp before wiping the film from your lips
- "Thank you, Fluttershy. I can honestly say, this is turning into a great morning after all."
- >"Oh, definitely. I really didn't think you'd let me even come in."
- "Well, you must be reasonable sometimes. We could be friends if you'd stop this incessant fetish guessing."
- >"But, um, could we be more than friends if I stopped?"
- "Flutters, easy now. I like you as a friend... a little, yellow friend."
- >"Oh, then it's a good thing I came prepared."
- "Pardon?"
- >"I was not entirely sure about you letting me in your house, not after last time, but I knew how this would work out for us both."
- >You raise an eyebrow at the mare sitting across from you
- >"You might want to put down the cup, I don't want you spilling it on yourself or even breaking it."
- "Why would I..."
- >You shake your head quickly as your vision blurs and Fluttershy's image splits into three
- >"I was sure you wouldn't fall for the drugged cider, because you are usually much more suspicious of me. I am glad you got over that, though!"
- >With will all but sapped from your bones, you last see Fluttershy smiling before the world turns black
- >It is sometime later that you awaken in your bed with a thumping headache and a hungry belly
- >What a crazy dream you were having, you think as you attempt to head to your bathroom
- >Your arm and leg shift, but fall back in place as you see you are bound by four sturdy looking ropes
- >Your shirt and pants have also taken leave since you've been asleep
- >"Good morning, Mr. Sleepy-Head. I brought you breakfast."
- "Flutters... untie me right now."
- >"Not yet, Anon. You need to eat first so you'll have the energy to start your day."
- >A despicable grin plays on her muzzle as she approaches you
- >"Now, open wide and say, 'Ahh', please?"
- "Damn it... you are not feeding me."
- >"Anon, you need to eat or else your tummy is going to be upset all day."
- >You continue to refuse her until she lets out a little sigh
- >"Well, if you aren't going to eat, then I'll just have to eat your breakfast."
- >You watch as Fluttershy takes a crêpe close to her muzzle and licks the open edge once
- >She lets her wet tongue flick off and then places it back on
- >A little squeeze of her hoof causes the honey butter to push up and she locks her mouth around the tip
- >Her eyes close and you here a quick slurp before a sultry grunt
- >Fluttershy opens her eyes to you slowly and then opens her mouth and lewdly bounces the contents of her meal on her tongue
- >She finally swallows and moans a little with her hoof on her belly
- >"Oh~, Anon. It's so delicious..."
- >You twist in your bindings as Fluttershy places her breakfast on your chest and slowly climbs on top of you
- >"Are you going to eat now?"
- "No, get off me."
- >Without another word, Fluttershy squishes the crêpe onto your chest and you feel warm filling sticking to your skin
- >She leans down slowly while keeping eye contact with you before displaying her long tongue
- >Fluttershy slowly circles the creamy mess on your chest and runs her tongue up to your nipple
- >You try to fight it, but her warm mouth has its way with your chest
- "Fluttershy, this isn't funny!"
- >She looks up for a moment and smiles a little
- >"I'm sorry, do you finally want to eat?"
- "Yes, just stop!"
- >Fluttershy slides off your body, making sure to rub you in anyway she can
- >She finally reaches for a crêpe and you think a little food will make you feel that much better
- >You watch Fluttershy as she lifts the pastry to your mouth and you open wide
- >"There, there, Anon. Small bites."
- >You take a sizable piece and chew happily, at least the food is as excellent as ever
- >Fluttershy pops the remainder into your mouth and takes an empty crêpe shell in her hooves
- >"How do you wrap them so tightly?"
- "I am a professional."
- >"Hmm, I should practice."
- >Without warning, you feel a hoof prop up your nearly stiff sex
- >A few swats and a little lick make it impossible for you to keep it down
- >Fluttershy smiles at your erection and holds the crêpe shell between her hooves
- >You feel a warm, oily wrapping encase your rod
- >"That wasn't too hard. Kind of fun too."
- "Flutterbutt, take that off me this instant!"
- >"But, I'm still so hungry, Anon. You wouldn't let a helpless, little pony like me starve, would you?"
- "Guilt trips don't work on me. You should know that!"
- >With no answer from your assailant, her mouth busies itself on the cock stuffed crêpe
- >You feel a dull nibbling all around the base and a warm tongue run up one side and back down
- >A dangerously hot mouth engulfs you and you try to steel your nerves
- >Fluttershy presses her dull teeth against your crêpe wrapped shaft and sucks at you with all her might
- >You wriggle in your binding as the yellow mare cups your sack in one hoof and presses your stomach with the other
- >Her eyes close and she slides down you with a skill reserved for another
- >The feeling of a clenching throat and power lips finally breaks you down as Fluttershy's wet nose presses into your crotch
- >You feel her nose taking in as much air as possible while her tongue pulls you around
- >Your toes curl against the pressure and you feel the familiar tightness of bliss
- >Fluttershy shows no slowing as your first blast of gooey love erupts from you
- >Her mouth drinks you down and you surrender to the feeling of her hot throat
- >You look up at the semen thief before you to see her smiling widely around your sex
- >With a throaty wet sound, she slips from you with the crêpe shell on her lips
- >"Oh, Anon, so much cream just for me? You shouldn't have."
- >You pant like a dog, but don't give her the satisfaction of pillow talk
- >"What's the matter, Anon? You're not made at me, are you?"
- >A scowl crosses your face and you look down to her
- >Fluttershy, in her truest fashion, looks back to you with increasingly large eyes and a little pout plays on her stained lips
- >You are not sure how, but you feel a slight bit of shame to be yelling at someone who can look so innocent
- "Look, Fluttershy, I'll call it even and forget this if you untie me right now and get out of my house."
- >"Anon, you are in a terrible position to be making such demands. Besides, I have another crêpe for you."
- >Fluttershy smiles and leans back on her rump
- >As she spreads her legs, you see a finely rolled crêpe pressed against slit
- "I'm not eating that..."
- >"Not even with..."
- >She brandishes a can of cool whipped topping and a bright red strawberry
- >"... This?"
- >You freeze up and stare intently at the malicious pony before you
- >Fluttershy slowly inserts the tip of the can into the empty shell and you hear the rush of air as she fills it to bursting
- "F-Fluttershy... please... stop..."
- >Her smile grows more wicked as she bites into the fruit and places the halves on her small nipples
- >You almost cannot breathe as you watch your most loved of all crêpe dishes being violated before you
- >A bit of dribble runs along your bottom lips as your mouth readies itself
- >Your mind is nothing but useless bits of hunger and desire
- >Seeing you thoroughly broken, Fluttershy pulls a single knot and you find yourself free
- >It is far too late to turn back, however, and you lunge for the delicious morsel
- >Your teeth graze the small breasts and your tongue laps off a fine layer of Fluttershy's saliva and strawberry juice
- >The horny mare simply beams at your skills as you work the heavenly crêpe from between her thighs
- >A taste of honey and wheat catches your attention as you slurp up Fluttershy's snatch and you find it goes excellently with your meal
- >Another lick turns into a deeper suck and wholly into a deep tongue probing as you demand more of this flavour
- >"A-Anon~! S-slow down!"
- >You could swear someone was speaking to you, but your mind is too preoccupied with the taste of crêpes to care
- >As you finish off the creamy pastry, you desperately roll your tongue across your buffet's dripping sex
- >You hear the sound of a sharp whine and gasp of air as Fluttershy creams your mouth
- >The fantastic taste doubles on your tongue and you wrap your mouth around her
- >A pair of thighs close around your head as Fluttershy falls over and convulses
- >"Anon, you b-beast! Aah~, s-so good!"
- >As she dries up, so does your hunger spell and you take a moment to replay what just happened
- >It would appear you just lost your mind at the sight of such delicious food
- >You look up the yellow body before you and sigh a little
- "Fluttershy, you alright?"
- >She mumbles something incoherent and giggles with a glazed stare
- >You fear you may have pushed her a little hard, but something about her taste made you curious
- >Hopping from the bed, ignoring the dazed mare, you grab a few crêpe shells and rush to the kitchen
- >A lick of your lips renews the taste and you pile together ingredients
- >You work tirelessly for the next hour or so until you recreate the amazing flavour
- >With a piece of tape, you label the jar and place it carefully in the ice box
- >A small yawn comes from beside you as Fluttershy steps in
- >"Oh, hey, Anon. Goodness, my little body is sore from so much licking. Did you like the meal?"
- "I did... but, don't ever do that again."
- >"OK, so, um... I was wondering. Is food play your fetish?"
- >You smirk and begin leading Fluttershy to the door
- "You know what? You have been guessing for so long and today, I can honestly say, is probably the best guess of all."
- >You open the door and stare down to the little mare
- >"Oh, so food play is your fetish?"
- "What? No! I was just saying, this is a good guess in the realms of reality."
- >"So... why did say..."
- >Before Fluttershy can finish the sentence, you shove her out and slam your down shut
- >A few locks later and you slide back into the kitchen with the stack of now cold crêpe shell
- >You draw the shades and sit in one corner on the floor with your jar of Fluttershy essence and a fistful of rolled crêpes
- >One by one, you devour the delicious food and cry at how disgraceful you must look
- >It leaves a lump in your throat as you think about your addiction to her girl goo
- >You always seem to question your life after dealing with her and you sigh heavily
- "Fucking Fluttershy..."
- ~Fin
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