
High Steaks Gamble
Anon hasn't had a decent meal since they turned into a tiny, adorable filly. They'll have to take things into their own hands. Hooves. Whatever!
Vegans. Science has determined that they exist, but what do we really know about them? Some say they always face magnetic north and wander around in the forest at night foraging for wolves. All Anon knows is that they aren't one, but Twilight insists on treating them like some sort of grass-eating deviant.
Push a filly hard enough, and they will push back. Anon might be a tiny horse now, but they will get some good bucking food no matter what it takes.
Written for The Anonfilly Contest!
Content Warning: FLESH




2791 words: Estimated 14 minutes to read
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- Reverse Sear reaS sereveR 2020-03-07 01:28:05 UTC2791