Author's Notes:

First, as a bit of a warning, there is some kinky weird sex stuff in this, so be prepared, and it is clop...
Okay, in my defense, I was drunk when I wrote this, so don't hate me too much. I just figured, since it was already done, why not post it?
As for the next chapter of the actual story, I just started it today, and hopefully will have something in a week or two.

By Scraggleman

Floor can't wait for Anon to come home so that she can surprise him with the turkey dinner she cooked for his "Thanksgiving." She had to venture into the dark net and use all of her bit coins to buy it, and then there was the cooking. Ew.

She found an obscure tutorial video that was equal parts macabre and informative, and followed the instructions to the letter. She nearly vomited two or three times, but the golden brown bird set in the middle of the cloth-covered ping pong table was worth it.

There's also some instant mash potatoes and canned cranberry sauce, but that's mostly for her. She knows from the few other times Anon has gotten to eat meat since getting to Equestria that he will ignore all other food on the table and go at the flesh with a gusto. That's okay with her; she just loves to see him happy after all the happiness he has brought into her dreary life.

The door cracks open. "Hey, what smells so good in here?"

"Surprise!"

"What the? Floor what is-?" Then he sees it, and the bag slips from his numb fingers, tins of instant cappuccino mix across the floor. "Is... Is that a turkey?"

"Mhmm, I remember you telling me all about Thanksgiving, and how you were sad that you were going to miss out, so I found a turkey and cooked it for you. I... I hope you like it," Floor explained sheepishly.

"But... Isn't the killing and selling of any animal other than fish illegal in Equestria?"

"Well, yeah..."

"And the eating of said meat a crime punishable by banishment?"

"Yes..."

"So, you committed what your country considers a heinous act, just so I could have a Thanksgiving dinner?"

"I'd do anything for you, Anon."

Anon sniffles, wiping a tear from his eye. "That's... that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you, Floor."

Floor smiles up at the man. "Oh, Anon, come here, you big ape."

The human does what he's told, and falls to his knees in front of the little mare to be embraced by her forelegs. "Floor... I'm gonna stuff you more than that turkey for this. You deserve it."

Face heating up, Floor feels a tingle in a certain place. "Well, I guess we better get eating then. We'll need the energy for our after-dinner activities."

Anon is leaning back in his chair, a desecrated turkey corpse picked clean before him as he pats his stomach with a satisfied sigh. It was smaller than the turkeys back home, those having been bred for generations and pumped full of growth hormones to be bigger and bigger, but since he was the only one eating, it was more than enough.

"Damn, Floor, was that seriously your first time cooking a turkey? Because you knocked it out of the park."

Floor blushes. "Did I really? I was just following the instructions..."

"It was one of the best meals I've had in years," Anon proclaims, slowly pushing his way out of his chair. "Wish you would have tried some."

"That's alright, it was for you," Floor tells him, pushing her mash potatoes around in giddy embarrassment.

"Still, you've hardly eaten anything this whole time," notes Anon, walking around the table, probably to get a glass of water.

Well, watching a carnivore savagely tear into his meal with sharp, pointed teeth was a rare sight that was hard to look away from. She was frankly too distracted to take more than a couple of bites before being drawn into the spectacle.

Suddenly, a hand brushes gently along her hoodie-clad shoulder. "You really should start eating. Don't you remember what I said I was going to do to you after I was done?"

Floor is confused as Anon's other hand comes forward to push her plate further away, until the other grasps firmly at her nape and pulls her partway out of her seat. "It's time for your stuffing, Floor. Get eating."

The little mare yelps as she's thrust forward, her nose coming to rest an inch away from her plate. A sharp tug of her tail has her hind end in the air while the front of her body is sprawled across the table. Before she can say anything, Anon yanks her panties to the side, an act that he's practically trained her body to respond to by producing a flood of lubricants, and shoves his stiff cock into her plump vulva.

She moans throatily as he buries himself halfway in the first thrust, and starts winking against his testicles when he enters the rest of the way with the second. A firm slap to her ass sends shivers up her spine.

"I said start eating," Anon growls.

"Wha-?"

Slap!

This time, the slap is much harsher, and the pain nearly eclipses the pleasure. "Eat," he commands again.

Not wanting to risk another strike, Floor looks down at her cooling mash potatoes and slice of cranberry sauce before leaning forward for a bite. "That's better," drawls Anon, before delivering another powerful thrust. "If you stop, so will I."

Floor nearly chokes, white mush flying from between her lips as her human starts to mercilessly pound into her. She forces the food down though, not wanting to risk ending the pleasure building between her legs and radiating outwards.

Body rocking back and forth, she takes a small bite every time he thrusts in, and swallows as he withdraws. With his pace, it's not surprising she cleans her plate in less than two minutes. Anon see's this and slows, much to Floor's mewling displeasure.

"That's a good girl, Floor, you finished your first plate."

"F-first?"

"Of course, with the night we have planned, you'll need plenty of energy, right? Better keep eating." As he says this, he leans forward and starts shoveling the rest of the mash potatoes onto her plate, getting the mare to gulp at the site of the heaping helping.

"But, Anon, I-I'm already full," she tries fruitlessly.

"Nonsense, you're not stuffed yet. Here, I know what you need, some gravy for these bland potatoes." She's going to ask what he means, but grabs the plate and pulls out of her.

Pushing herself up on wobbly forelegs, she looks under her barrel to watch what he's doing as he holds the plate between her back legs. Without warning, he shoves three fingers into her pussy, getting her to moan and eject a yellowish stream or marecum onto the food.

After stirring her up a bit longer to collect more juice, he hums in satisfaction and slides the plate in front of her again. "There you go, that should taste better," he says, lining himself up behind her once again. Before she can protest, he re-enters her in one thrust and picks up a steady tempo. As Anon goes to work behind her, much to her enjoyment, Floor stares down at the potatoes hesitantly.

Did Anon really want her to eat her own... secretions? That was kinda gross, wasn't it? Suddenly, Anon starts to slow to a stop, making Floor's mind up her for. Who cares if it's gross? She's a bucking NEET for crying out loud! Gross is her element, and D her addiction! Besides, the marecum almost looks like melted butter if her uses her imagination.

Lunging forward, Floor shoves her whole muzzle into the mess, getting a chuckle from Anon as he resumes with long, deep strokes.

It's good. Not just the rutting, but the potatoes. She tastes great. And with a hint of Anon's pre, it was fucking amazing. Anon doesn't have to tell her again. She goes at the dish with a gusto.

The room is filled with squelches, moans, and the slapping of both the couples' hips, and Floor's lips, until the mare finishes her meal and drunkedly pleads, "M-more."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be getting more soon," Anon says with a grunt, hunching over his mate and picking up speed.
"You're about to get stuffed real good."

Floor is hardly listening however as her tongue lulls out, both from the mind-destroying pleasure of multiple orgasms chained together, and to try and pull in any more scraps of food left on the plate. Anon's at his limit too as he tightens his grip on the mare's flank, digging his nails in so hard that they leave red whelps.

With a final drawn-out groan and surge of his hips, the human presses his cockhead directly to his mate's cervix and unleashes the first of many long ropes of thick, pearly cum. The virile semen blasts through the cervical entrance and begins to flood Floor's womb, stuffing her to brim with jizz.

When it's all over, the mare's belly is notably bloated with both his release, and food, making her look pregnant. Anon can't deny, the sight it damn sexy. "So, how you feeling, Floor? You stuffed?" he asks rhetorically, already guessing the answer judging by her expression.
>Sooo stuffed." she groans.

Anon chuckles, finally pulling his partially softened cock from the mare and leaving her hind end to fall as her front end remains sprawled atop the messy table. The scrunchie was shook loose during their love-making to leave her hair splayed out, and her hoodie is bunched up around her chest. He's glad to see his seed not leaking out, the knowledge that it's nestled safely in her womb comforting, before he decides to help her out.

Picking the limp pony up, Anon transfers her to the couch to recuperate while he fixes her panties and adjusts her sweater. It'll be a bit before she shakes off the legendary "Thanksgiving Coma" but when she does, Anon hopes she'll be ready for round two.

The holiday isn't over yet, and they still have Black Friday to celebrate after midnight. Spotting the outline of her tight pucker hidden beneath the fabric of her underwear, Anon can hardly wait.

Not even December yet, and already he feels like a kid waiting to unwrap his presents...

Aaand a bonus spooky short for last month's holiday:

Floor Bored's poor hygiene finally bites her in the behind when she develops a urinary tract infection. Being the anti-social NEET she is, she refuses to go to the doctor, allowing the infection to worsen until it gets into her blood, killing her.

Years later, her former residents gets a new tenant; Anon moves in, and quickly begins to notice strange happenings. Seemingly at random, an awful smell, like wet hay and B.O. permeates the air, and neither the superintendent nor anyone he calls can find out why.

Whenever he returns after an outing, he's sure his underwear drawer has been rifled through. Sometimes, he can tell because they are slightly ruffled. Other times, it's more obvious, like the drawer being partially open, or a pair of boxers resting on the floor.

When rat traps turn up nothing, he changes the locks and begins making sure the windows are sealed tight. He even splurges and gets anti-magic locking mechanisms, but his underwear are still disturbed on a regular basis.

It gets really spooky when he goes to type in the password to his laptop, only to notice his hint is showing. Something that only happens if you type the incorrect password in multiple times in a row.

And he swears that whenever he takes a piss or gets in the shower, he hears perverted giggles from directly besides him.

If it wasn't for the extremely cheap rent, he'd have gotten the hell out of there after the first week, but he doesn't have the bits to afford living anywhere else in the city. Still, he is starting to suspect why the rent is so low... At least the cold spot that often follows him to bed helps him stay cool during the hot summer nights, saving him money on AC.