>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