Dr. Anonymous or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dash

Of course, she dove in with no hesitation. Popping open the bag of chips, she put her face in the bag and deeply inhaled the tangy ranch scent. Magically, she grabbed a hooveful of chips and put them on top of a piece of cake. Grabbing it by two hands to make sure no piece fell off, she drove the food monstrosity into her mouth and moaned. “Oh. My. Gosh. This is soo good!” He made sure to remember that the little glutton must have some strange taste buds.

Rainbow grabbed the plastic lid off the Chinese aluminum food tray and tossed it over her should nonchalantly. She dug in the bag for a large chip and used it to scoop a chunk of General Tso’s chicken. “Hey Anon, what is this and why does it smell like Scootaloo?” she said pointing to the cold piece of meat. “It’s a veggie chunklet with a special sauce, made of soy. It’s made to taste like chicken. Don't worry, it's not real meat.” thinking quickly on his feet. He was curious as to how strange an appetite this creature actually had. Even though horses on Earth were vegetarian, he thought this beast would eat anything.

Rainbow brought it up to her nose, took another light inhale of its aromas. She then quickly tossed it up into the air, rolled her head back and extended her tongue, waiting for it to fall in her mouth. Being athletic as she was, Dash caught it with ease and chomped it down with one bite. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head as she licked her lips. After she munched more than half of the bag of Doritos used to pick up the chicken, she put her head face down and started licking the container giggling like a giddy school girl.

Patting her belly, she scanned the table in front of her for her next unlikely pairing of food. Picking up a piece of carrot cake, she rolls it in the rice then gently dips one end into the bowl of cereal letting it get soggy. “Fluttershy calls this stuff Bunny Cake, she makes it for Angel all the time,” she said with crumbs covering her face and body, food wedged between her teeth and a multicolored hue of stains on her hooves that rivaled her mane in terms of brilliance. It seemed to take a while for her to manage to chew the mushy bread but the entire time she seemed to be in a state of food-like nirvana.

Dash’s eyes were closed while she enjoyed her little exotic creations. While watching her, Anon realized he was never more excited in his entire life. He had to sit down because the blood from his head rushed to his “nether regions”. He never felt this way before about any woman. Once again she went back to eating her “bunny cake,” and while Dash was face down in her meal, he stealthily tucked his boner in his waistband as so not to raise suspicion. All he could think about was how much cuter she would look if she was just a little bit heavier. Just for the curves he told himself, rationalizing his sick perversion for the chubby little monster.