Strangest Playcolt Nightmares
You are a pony.
You are a stallion.
Your name is Hot Ink.
Your cutiemark is a pen with a fiery tip.
You have a sky blue coat and your mane is a dark purple.
You just got back to your home from a strange interview.
You work writing articles for the Playcolt magazine.
Each month a random town is selected and the next several interviewees will be from that town.
Each week the team picks names out of a hat and 3 reporters will interview whoever's name comes up.
You had drawn the name of a shy pegasus mare.
This week was fetish week, so you had to interview her about her fetishes.
She said she didn't want to talk about her fetish directly, but would put some of her spare fetish supplies into a box for you to take home.
You decide it is okay to make an exception for this mare.
She is awfully cute.
Now you're home, you set the box on the sofa.
You shake the box and hear a couple of things rattling, but also a lot of soft things moving around in there.
You begin to wonder if her fetish is being a schoolfilly, or maybe she's a firry(see what I did there?).
You decide to put the box down.
You are about to open the box.
Suddenly there is a noise at the front door.
Somepony is knocking.
You open the door to find the yellow pegasus mare you interviewed earlier standing at your door.
She asks if she can come in, as she had forgotten to give you something.
She points to her saddlebag where the item she forgot is.
She says that the Ponyville Weather Team is about to start a storm, and if it's not too much trouble to stay with you.
You can't say no to her cute face.
You let her in.
You tell her you were just about to open the box.
She tells you that it's good you waited.
You ask why.
She says you forgot something.
Before you can ask what you forgot she pulls a spray bottle from her saddlebag and sprays your face.
Suddenly you feel dizzy and pass out.
You wake up to find you are still in your home, but some of your bondage gear is currently in use.
You're the one that's bound.
You immediately panic.
Suddenly you remember you're a unicorn.
You attempt to use magic to undo bonds.
But it failed.
The mare comes back and says "Oh, you're awake! Good! Now, about that interview..."
She suddenly went from cute to sexy in a matter of seconds.
She then says "I'm afraid I don't talk to perverts. I punish them."
You try to say something but she immediately pops something into your mouth and ties it so you can't spit it out.
She calmly says "I know how to deal with unicorns, and I was surprised you had one of those magic-blocking rings for yourself. How naughty."
You start to panic at first.
But then you calm down.
She shows you her plot for a few seconds to tease you.
She says "I hope you've been enjoying yourself, lately."
You start to get erect.
Something is wrong.
Your erection has no room to grow for some reason.
You look into her eyes.
She's staring deeply at you.
She tells you that you have been very naughty and need punishment.
She's not saying this in an arousing tone.
She sounds more like she's serious.
You realize that she is serious.
You feel something warm and gooey on your backside.
You just realized what it is.
You just shit in your diapers.
Now you're bound, gagged with what seems to be an oversized pacifier, stuck wearing a shit-filled diaper, which upon closer inspection looks like it was designed for a filly, and completely dominated by the mare who you thought was the shyest of them all.
She lets you out of your bondage.
Boner hasn't gone down.
Why do you still have this boner?
This isn't your fetish.
You start to panic.
She explains that when you were passed out, she filled a foal's bottle with formula mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac.
This is not exactly welcome news.
Especially that you've been degraded to drinking from a foal's milk bottle.
She explains that she has a fetish for diapers, but she usually wears them in costume.
You ask what kind of costume, but the pacifier gag makes it come out as mumbles.
She gets the point.
She takes out two costumes from the box.
They're tree costumes.
She explains that she's a "Firry."
You fucking knew it.
She's a firfag.
She takes the pacifier gag out of your mouth.
You dress her up like a tree.
You take this fucking diaper off of yourself.
You take a shower.
You are clean.
You ask what she wants to do.
She says she wants to finish the interview first.
You do so.
She then asks for you to be a lumberjack and chop her down.
You grab an axe.
You start chopping away.
Her screams of pleasure are the last thing you hear before her head is chopped off.
Her dying expression is that of the moment she hit her sexual climax.
THE END
BAD END
TRY AGAIN, SILLY ANON
Author's note: This entire story is just a whatfic
This has been taken from 4chan's /mlp/ board after I wrote it
I might make a chapter 2 with a more reasonable ending, the current one was a joke ending I made in response to an anon telling me to "fuck her with an axe, trees dig that sort of thing." Screwing with anons is fun, remember that, kids! Also, I'd like to apologize to any Fluttershy fans out there who are offended by this, I am a Fluttershy fan myself and would honestly hat to see this actually happen to her, but this fanfic is just a joke, so don't take it too seriously, I mean, if it's okay with you. I don't mean to force you to act a certain way or anything. *squeak*
...
*ahem* anyways, as I was saying,
DONT TAKE THIS TOO SERIOUSLY.
... I MEAN IT. JUST DON'T!
You'll only end up making yourself look like a foal.