>Be a microwave oven in Starlight’s kitchen.
>Breakfast time, motherfucker.
>The mare in question walks over to you, holding up the leftovers of last night’s dinner.
>It’s a mess of rise, veggies and spicy sauce.
>Doesn’t even sprinkle water onto it.
>She likes it rough and dry, it seems.
>She hums quietly to herself as she opens up your door.
>Suddenly you feel so very exposed.
>Without a care in the world, she puts the food inside and closes you again.
>She pushes your buttons.
>beep_boop.mp3
>This lady always seems to do that.
>Your plate starts spinning and much like a bitch in heat, you feel your insides warm up, excitement growing.
>And this isn’t even the grill setting.
>rock_hard.psd
>Of course you are. You’re made of metal!
>You ponder the possibility of microwaves made of memory foam.
>You continue heating up the food like the filthy kitchen appliance you are.
>The finish comes far too soon.
>big_beep.wav
>Starlight haphazardly takes her breakfast out of you, leaving you with a strangely empty feeling.
>tfw ywn be mommy Glimmy’s good little microwave