Once upon a merry time in Equestria, there was a stallion named Bic Mac. He was studying his chlorophyll collection when out of absolutely nowhere came a very strange pony. This strange pony immediately produced a party cannon and blew confetti all over Bic Mac's room. Bic Mac was enraged, but first he asked the pony's name, because you should always know someone's name before stapling their eyelids shut.
The strange pony immediately shouted into Bic Mac's face, with a voice that was strikingly similar to Weird Al:"I'm Cheese Sandwich. I hate my parents; what the fuck were they thinking to name their kid Cheese Sandwich." Big Mac suddenly realized that he had a fetish for ponies with the word "sandwich" in their name, and promptly mounted Cheese Sandwich, his meaty cock throbbing. He penetrated Cheese Sandwich's almost immediately. Cheese Sandwich screamed; after all, he was being raped, by a filthy farmboy no less. Of course, to Big Mac, this qualified as romance. He's kinda fucked up like that.
And then Big Mac came. And it was glorious. Tragically, it wasn't glorious to Cheese Sandwich, but it's okay because nobody really likes that fucker anyway. Suddenly, Big Mac knocked Cheese out for no reason.
Cheese Sandwich awoke tied to a chair in a dark room. A light flickered on, momentarily reminding him of the shitty motel rooms in which he had spent the previous few years. Cheese could just barely see a figure in the darkness; the figure stepped forward to reveal the all-too-familiar red visage of Big Mac. This wasn't what caught Cheese Sandwich's attention, though. What did catch his attention was the leather bondage harness the red stallion was wearing. Big Mac pointed his hoof-part towards an area to the left. Cheese Sandwich turned, and laid eyes upon a rack, with all manner of gags, dildos and gimp suits.
Big Mac smiled.
Cheese Sandwich screamed.
Chlorophyll.
