The Mortality of a Fleeting Paradise

What the blue mare had failed to notice as she broke into the apple house was the antics ensuing in the kitchen.

an hour earlier.

"SWIMMINGLY" roared Big Mac "daddy" responding to fluttershy's question.

Instead of the banana yellow mare being super adorable and cute, flutterbitch decided to say hi.

"Oi" screamed the antisocial mare who had randomly lit on fire, "DADDY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, IM YOUR FUCKING BOTTOM BITCH YOU FAGGOT, WHY ARE YOU FUCKING THAT,..??" All the glass in a 50 mile radius shattered.

"EEYUP" screamed "daddy" though much manlier than flutterslut. He coughed before speaking in an extremely posh English accent, "my dear fluttershy, yes you are my bottom bitch, I am still confused as how simply relieving myself that 'thing means that you're are not my favourite little whore" he sat down revealing his now erect again member beckoning for her to tend to its needs.

After about five minutes fluttershy had visibly settled down, she was submissively nursing the cock (because fluttershy's always a sub).

Jae, after being used as a sock hit his head against the back of the oversized fridge.

He fell into a coma in a coma.

He woke up in a fridge that was inexplicably powered and waiting out side twillight sparkles balcony.

The first thing that greeted him was a deafening scream with a hint of lust, and  300 shoes falling on his head.