Your name is Rose, you're a simple pony with simple needs. Though, unlike those you walk among, you can say you're much more fearful of the unknown then they are. So when a human comes stumbling out of the woods you find yourself being deathly afraid, more so than you need to be.

While he makes friends with the populace, you hide under your bed thinking that he'll eat you alive. As he moves about you think about all the ponies he could possibly be hurting...

But when the two of you cross paths for a second time you realize that maybe the thought of him hunting a pony no... hunting YOU wouldn't be so bad.

His teeth, eyes, his looming figure that seems to blot out the sun when he stands over you, instead of fear you feel... excitement?

Warning: A unique fetish I call "Flower Clopping" is made apparent in this story
Warning: Predator on Prey Fetish is made apparent in this story.