Spitfire's Predator Fetish

>Be you, Anon who fucking else
>stuck in reverse gender role candy colored horse land
>Be at grand galloping gala cause being the only member of your race makes you a celebrity
>curious to see what party is like
>twittle spickle is too busy doing meet and greet with celestia
>get hit on and have your ass slapped by some, it was amusing withing first ten minutes now it’s fucking annoying
>while all the mares are vying for your attention the stallions aren’t that happy
>they talk shit
>goes to the garden to get away from the galla
>some stallions walk up to you with a shit eating grin, one of them being fancy pants and a mare that you don’t know
>maybe they brought her for protection or some pussy shit
>“You’re only getting attention because you’re exotic. Don’t get full of yourself.”
>one of the stallions throws some cake on your suit
>it wasn't the thrown cake that pissed you off
>Rarity made it for you, for this occasion spending all night to make it perfect
>friendship lesson will be taught today
>fancy pants expects him to cry just like any other stallions
>“I’m so sorry, I should see where I’m going. With you being so big and all. I thought that ugly suit needed some colors you see.”
>haughtilylaughinghorse.portrait
>papa anon didn’t raise no bitches and didn't raise you to not stand up for your friends
>sees that no one is around the garden
>because they are at a waist height you kick the fucker in the face
>fucker flew like a soccer ball
>you beat up the mare too just to show her
>proceeds to beat the shit out of the rest of them
“If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?”
>you take their nodding heads as answer
>see a yellow pegasus
>well shit

>be Spitfire getting away from vying stallions
>they be wanting that wonderbolt v
>escape to the garden for some breather
>you hear some stallions laughing
>check out what’s going on
>it’s that alien
>some stallions are bullying him
>you try to go save the poor stallion in need of a mare
>you thought
>there’s a fight
>not oily wrestling fight or some coltish fight
>it’s a full blown beat down
>you heard he was a predator species with fangs and claws of some kind
>hearing and seeing it was two different thing
>it was gruesome and violent, like an uncontrollable beast, his scowled showed his canine fangs like a true predator
>the human grabs one stallion with one limb then beats another stallion
>“If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?”
>they whimper and nods
>realizes wings at full mast
>and you’re wet
>sees the hulking predator coming your way
>wings won’t go down
>hayghetti about to spill
>arousedhorse.tapestry
>he ignores you and go on his way
>realize you might have a predator fetish

>you see the hooman at the gala back into mingling with the others
>see Rainbow Dash talking to the hooman
>looks like they already know each other
>you look closely
>his eyes are pointed forward, years of evolution made to focus on his prey he is chasing
>his canine fangs flashes every time he laughs or smiles
>extended arms and these wriggler things to grab his prey
>but in the end he’s just a stallion, nothing else
>you genuinely fear how the mares are back in his world
>don’t be afraid spitfire
> “Oh hey Spitfire come meet Anon!” Dash waved
>that’s his name, anon
“H-hey Anon, nice to meet you.”
>“Oh, hey it’s nice to meet you too.”
>you flinched as his giant stature bears down  on you as he lowers himself to your eye level
>makes you realize how tall he truly is
>his hand comes out to get you and you can’t move
>“So… about that fight, you mind keeping it a secret?”
>you blink
>quick act marely so he can’t see you’re scared!
“Pssh oh yeah sure, it’s fine colt.”
>“Thanks.”
>“Hey anon what did you tell her?”
> “Eh nothing much Dash.”
>dem shoulders as he shrugged.
>“So you’re the captain of the wonderbolt right?”
“Yeah, there’s a show happening soon, why don’t you come by and watch? I’ll save you a seat?”
> “Woah really? Yeah I’ll definitely come.”
>this hulking predator, you’re going to tame him, he won’t be a notch under your belt but the crowning jewel
>how will be that like? Bedding a carnivore?
>will he submit to your marelyness or will he dominate you?
>pinned by his spider hoof as he-
>“Hey Spitefire are you going to fly somewhere why are your wings up?”

>few days after the gala
>no one is letting you live down your full on wing boner during the gala
>today is the performance day, you peek out to see Anon in the VIP  seat, chatting with the princesses
>it may be his coltish whimsy but he’s talking to them like some casual friends
>it struck you confused but he’s always wearing clothes
>hiding those muscles underneath you saw in action
>you take some glimpse during the drills
>he’s having a good time at least
>after the signing session you see anon still hanging out with the princesses
>Princess Luna seemed really interested in him
>suspiciouspone.painting
>he talks a little then gallops toward you
>those long legs makes the distance between you and him quick
>imagine him full sprinting then grabbing you before you can fly
>looks like great foal chasing legs
>haha yeah right, not like you're gonna settle down
>“Hey Spitfire, that was awesome tricks.”
“Glad you enjoyed it hon. If you want to see more tricks I can show you more.”
>“Actually, how about we go to the foodstalls? I do owe from not ratting me out. How about it?”
>this cheeky colt taking on the initiative
“Alright then colt, lead the way.”
>wait
>is there anything this carnivore can eat?
>you find a ice cream stand
>anon chooses strawberry
>typical stallion
>while you’re on you’re 1/3 way to finishing your ice cream he’s already done
>whatever food he buys for you, it’s either gone within 30 seconds or in one bite
>he just bite into it in a reckless fashion
>did he even chew properly?
>you don’t know why but you find that incredibly hot

>be father bucking spitfire, who else?
>you and anon are sitting in a booth enjoying the food
>small talks here and there like all stallions do
>you can’t help but watch his fangs showing as he talk
>imagine them nibbling on your neck like that
>he’s talking, better tune back in
>“-kinda weird but I would really like a job again, it’s boring to be at home all the time you know?”
>aww, he wants to have a job, silly colt
>he can have a job, inside your kitchen that is
>wait, again?
“You used to have a job anon, what was it?”
>anon scratched his neck, then looked away briefly before focusing on you
>“Eh, nothing crazy.”
>this colt thinks he can hide it from you, maybe he was a prostitute?
>you wonder if he charges by the hour
“Come on, colt. You can tell me it’ll be our secret.”
>initiate killer smile
>“Seriously, it’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about it.”
>this colt thinks you can hide it from you
>you did have a thing for mysterious colts, keeps you guessing until you get to the sweet center
>it’s on colt

>Things were going better than you expected, you make some jokes, he laughs, and you two have a great time
>honestly he isn’t like the colts you’re used to
>Then again you know he would be different when he beat up those two ponies
>That got you thinking, other than with your vag
>Was all his species like that? All violent and exotic like, imaginging having a harem of hoomans for yourself
>unf
>At the cider stand you saw Anon lightly frowning at the menu, asking for the biggest size and being disappointed by it
>Cute colt thinks he can finish it by himself
>“Easy there, colt. I think that’s enough for a sta-”
>What the buck
>he just finished it all in one gulp
>“Sorry Spitfire, what were you gonna ask?”
>This was a challenge, no it was a duty of a mare to put a stallion in place
>you need- no, you must out drink him
“It’s nothing, I was just about to get the same thing.”
>If this colt think he could take you by surprise he was in for a rude awakening
>Why?
>Because you’re father bucking Spitfire that’s why