Fluttershy X Big Mac Novels & Stories

"I am allergic to shrimp. I like spicy food. I once had my dick pierced when I was twenty and my mother is a former athlete." "Shrimp is your favorite. You are crazy about spicy food. You had your dick pierced when you were eighteen and not twenty, and yes, your mother is a former athlete I looked up to." This game shows how much you know about your ex-partner and how much you pay attention to every detail no matter how long it has been. And Macy knowing every detail just proved my point. They switched and Macy sat on the chair. "Hmm, I like art. I went skiing before and fell. I hate vegetables. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I don't like Halloween."

"Huney please not today I am in a bit of pain." Molly detached her with a "sorry Mackayla." "Its okay" Mackayla said with a soft smile. "Be careful though Shelly's on a bit of a rampage." "Here let me help" Shelly said contridiciting Molly's warning She helped Mackayla settle the girls in their chairs then gave them some pancakes. Then she set some tea and toast in front of Mackayla "you need to eat something and this will help. Raise enough kids you learn looks."

Sheena sat on the nearest available chair. “ Don't worry. I will place the orders. Do you want something special? Are you craving something?” Rashi sat on the opposite chair. “ I want to have one large mango shake and a Happy Meal from McDonald's.” She licked her lips while telling her preferences. Rashi chuckled seeing her and stood to leave. “ Did you place the orders or are you just lazing around?" Anaira patted Sheena’s shoulder. “ Rashi has gone.” “ Ok, we will help her.” Hand in hand both the ladies went to where Rashi was standing. After collecting their food they joined Sheena. They had a giant meal having Samosas, McDonald Meall, and fritters, accompanied by shakes and ice cream.

Of course he would recognize us. Forcing down a full-blown attack of panic, I raised a shoulder and said in my calmest voice, “You must have seen one of our ads. We’re all over Supernatural Media.” Nodding, he turned his attention back to Griff. “Proceed.” “The sugar and almond flour in our macarons are guaranteed to melt in your mouth, Your Majesty.” “Did Fenrisúlr try one?” the Fae King nodded at the Tupperware. “I’m afraid most wolves enjoy the taste of meat,” Griff replied.

First time being treated like this, Macy snapped. "You? BACK? In your dream. Now get out of my way!" Miss Zhang stepped back and tried not to get involved. Macy went forward to push Mango! But Mango dodged agilely. Macy Cho waddled and fell forward suddenly. "Be careful, future Mrs. President." Mango reached out with a sincere look, but to Macy, it was Mango's sarcasm. "Get lost!" She slapped her hard. The sound of a slap echoed around the hall. Mango's face turned red and swollen, but Macy did not stop. She pulled Mango's hair fiercely, "No one talks to me like that here. This is just a warning! Next time, I will smash your face!"

Macy saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in a swallow so fast that if she had blinked, would have missed it. Her breath hitched. Was Macy just imagining things, or was her boss attracted to her? Macy blinked, and it was all gone. The flush had receded, and his pupils were no longer blown. Was she really imagining things? She had to be. Macy was about to say something when suddenly, there was a small shout. Before she could react there was a man bumping heavily against her back, causing her to fall forward. Right onto Mr. Kincaid. ***

she stuttered. "I prepared some food for you. Come on. Sit here and eat your breakfast, mimosa," the latter answered. Maia didn't know what to do. Her inner wolf's tail was wagging fast while howling in so much happiness. She can also feel the sudden strike of electricity in her spines and the thousand of butterflies that fluttering inside her stomach. "Come on, mimosa. Take this as my way for you to forgive me," the big bad wolf said.

’ I called out after a few minutes, too lazy to find out on my own. ‘I’ll be right there, Malyshka’ he answered simply. He walked over with a tray of fruit, bread, and pretzels along with a bowl of melted chocolate. Impressed, I grabbed the serving tray from him while he settled across from me. Tears threatened again as he fed me chocolate covered pretzels. Sasha POV

Flushing in embarrassment I urged him to hurry along. The meal quickly ended and Jay guided me to a game house where he proceeded to teach me how to shoot hoops, ultimately unleashing the competitive spirit in me. The night was filled with cries of victory and losses from both sides until we were chased out of the arcade by the staff with the excuse of closing. Still high from the game, I suggested we eat dessert, which turned out to be ice cream. There I found out Jay's go-to flavor was matcha and mint. “Who eats that? That's like eating spinach and toothpaste.” I argued, licking on my strawberry cone.

We find a cozy spot to sit and enjoy our sweet treats, the air filled with the delightful scent of ice cream. As we sit there, I can't help but reflect on the journey we've been on—from the pain of loss to the anticipation of new life. It's moments like these, sharing ice cream and laughter, that remind me of the strength of our love. Kylie, with her caramel macchiato ice cream, becomes a symbol of joy and resilience, and I'm grateful for the simple pleasures that fill our lives.