With a yawn, you slowly open your eyes from a wonderful night's rest. Man, that was a great dream. You were at this wonderful feast, full of meats, puddings, pies, and anything you could possibly imagine.It was the sort of happy, bittersweet dream, because here in Equestria, meat is so hard to come by. Things could certainly be worse, but here you are. Reaching your arms out to stretch your waking muscles, you meet a strange resistance. Your eyes open wide, and you look up to your wrists, which are bound to your bedposts with weird, pink fuzzy handcuffs.

"What?" you say aloud, instantly confused.

You didn't -THINK- you drank last night. And it's not like you have some in-depth, well-characterized, emotion-filled relationship you're in. So, that rationally only means one thing. You gradually move your head down to your chest, where a yellow pegasus, sits happily, perched on top of you.

"Good Morning, Anon!" she says with a smile.

You try to kick your legs, but you meet the same resistence.

"S-sorry about all the binding, it would have been hard to do today's guesses without them.

You glare at the yellow horse.

"Fluttershy, one of these days, I'm just going to fucking go to the police," you say.

Fluttershy tilts her head innocently.

"R-really? I-I thought you already have?"

You grit your teeth. She isn't wrong. The officers pretty much laughed at you.

'A mare that is begging to have sex with you?' one of the officers laughed. 'Boy, we have way bigger problems to deal with than that.'

But, she shouldn't know that.

"Yeah, I doubt Celestia would be happy that an Element of Harmony is acting in such a way."

Celestia's reply letter to you pretty much said the same thing as the cop's reply. She thought to herself for a moment, then shrugged happily.

"I'll take the punches as they come," she says happily. "E-even yours... if that's your-"

"Stop. Shut up," you say, ready for this to be over with. "Just get on with it."

"O-oh," she says. "U-uhm, right. W-well. First of all, is bondage your fetish, Anon?" she asks.

You look up at your matching pair of fuzzy cuffs. You look back down to the mare.

"No," you say, not attempting to mask your irritation.

Fluttershy looks down at your chest, crestfallen.

"O-oh. W-well. Then... since I have you here, d-do you mind if I try another fetish guess?"

You look back up at the cuffs, then back to the pony sitting on your chest.

"I don't think I have a choice," you reply.

"Y-yay!" she says gently, expanding her wings. "T-then, I wanted to see if Forcefeeding is your fetish!"

"Wait, what?" you say as she flutters off your chest and onto the floor.

You move your head to the side and see your entire floor filled with different foods. Eggs, Salads, Sandwiches, Pasta dishes, Toast, Oatmeal. Weeks upon months of food that probably could have feed starving families for weeks.

"No! NOPE! This is not my fetish?" you reply.

Fluttershy looks back to the bed. Prominently rising from your bedcovers, is your prominent betrayer.

Wood. Morning, wood.

"The only way to know is to try it out!" Says Fluttershy happily.

Two hours later, and you have now eaten enough food to make Matt Stonie shy in nervousness. Five boxes of cereal, ten eggs, five boxes of pasta and sauce, a dozen doughnuts, two cups of peanut butter oatmeal, a gallon of milk, three daisy sandwiches and a side salad with ranch. And a fucking diet cola.

Fluttershy holds the last bite of salad on a fork as she stands beside the bed. Your face is a flat green, your stomach bulging as you turn your head.

"No... no more. Please," you beg.

"Awww. Here comes the Choo-Choo train!" she says with a smile.

She makes little chugging noises as the fork pokes your cheek. You turn your head back to her.

"I'll take this last bite if you concede it's not my fetish."

Fluttershy looks back down to the lower half of your covers. Thank the lord, there's no boner. Fluttershy sighs.

"Fine," she says, holding the fork up to you.

You take the bite, and swallow it forcefully. The lettuce forces it's way down your throat and flips a lever in your head.

"Oh god," you mutter under your breath.

"Alright, Anon. You win."

"Fluttershy, undo me right now."

Fluttershy goes down to the end of the bed and begins to undo the ropes that tie you down. You feel the lurching sensation in your stomach.

"Oh god. Now please," you mutter. "Now. Now. Now."

"Where did I put that key?" she wonders to herself, looking around the floor.

"Fluttershy?!"

But it's too late. As Fluttershy grabs the keys to the cuffs on your dresser, you feel the food bubbling in your stomach. With a force that could put Pinkie's Party Cannon to shame, the food decides that it wants out. You turn your head to the side, realizing there's no escaping it now. The food bursts up your stomach, out your throat and all over your bedsheets and pillow, putting the familiar putrid, acid taste in your mouth as you taste a mixture of Marinara Sauce and Peanut Butter/Cinnemon on your lips.

"Why?" you say, throwing up again, pushing it out of your stomach. "For the love of God, Why-"

But your words are cut off by another stream covering your covers. Fluttershy undoes your cuffs and then flutters away, leaving the dishes on the floor and taking her bondage equipment with her. You roll to the non-vomit side of the bed and curl into the fetal position, tears forming in your eyes. If you see another piece of food again, it'll be too soon. Then again, at least you be seeing the corn on the floor, instead of the toilet.