Sitting at the table for breakfast, you place your bowl of warm oatmeal in front of you and watch the snow gently cascade outside. It's really quite romantic, watching the landscape become a carefully scooped bowl of vanilla, contrasting from the gentle green sea of grass in the summertime.

You dig your spoon into your meal and bring a steaming helping of cinnamon sugar oats to your lips. Three quick gentle knocks at the door tear your attention away from your winter delight, and you rise from your seat with mild curiosity.

Could it be Fluttershy?

The timid yellow Pegasus who's heart is set a flutter by your very presence, but believes the way into your heart is through consummation? Surely not, for the frigid air outside would be unfit for any creature. With a firm pull, the door opens, revealing your guest, much like a chest would contain a treasure.

"Good morning Anon," sings the goldenrod pony. "I wrote you a poem today!" she exclaims with much glee.

"Alright. That's refreshing. Let's hear it. "

Perhaps, she finally figured it out. Pulling out a small piece of paper, she begins to read in a sweet, gentle tone.

"Roses are red, Violets are Blue. Poetry is hard. Let me fuck you."

You stare at the yellow pony, adorned in blue booties and a blue winter hat as she beams up at you.

"Did you like it?" she asks gleefully.

"No."

The echo of the door slam pierces the chest of the tranquil snowfall. Icy tears follow Fluttershy on her way to her warm home.