The Cruelty of Smarty

>You are a fluffy pony.
>You are a regular member of your herd.
>You run and play during play times and nappy during nappy times.
>You just wish you had a nicer smarty.
>He is a big meanie unicorn that likes to throw his size around to show how much smarter he is than other fluffies.
>You are intently looking at a blade of grass seeing if it will move.
>It has not moved all day but you have to watch it to make sure.
>”Yoo! Dum dum!”
>You feel a hoof bat at your ear.
>”Owies!”, you cover your ear with your hoofie while looking up.
>Oh no!
>It is the smarty!
>He is sneering down at you with his owchie friends standing behind him looking at you menacingly.
>”Smawty am walkie wound hewd…” He says absent mindedly as he looks around the herd area.
>”Smawty tink hewd am too smaww. Noo fwuffies am get smawty nummies.”
>You lay on your belly looking upo fearfully at the large unicorn, “Wha smawty wan fwuffy do?”
>He looks down at you with a wicked grin on his face, “Yoo bwing yoo speshul fwen smawty…”
>You start to back up a bit, “Nuu… nuu wan bwing speshul fwen smawty…”
>He stomps and puffs his cheeks, “Yoo nuu bwing speshul fwen! Yoo bad fwuffy! Gif dat fwuffy sowwies!”
>The smarty’s owchie friends decend on you and start to nip your nose and step on your tail.
>Some of them are swatting at your sides.
>”Owies! Owies! Wahhhhhhh! Owies! Owies! Wahhhhh! Wa-wa-wahhhhhh! “
>You cannot take any more of the horrible sorries the owchie friends are giving you.
>You start to babble, “Fwuffy am sowwy smawty! fwuffy get spashul fwen and bwing smawty!”
>You jump up and truddle away sobbing, “Huu huu huuuu… fwuffy sowwy.. huuuuu”
>You find your special friend and bring her back in front of the smarty.
>She huddles in fear in front of him.
>He giggles as he circles her.
>”Yoo am pwetty fwuffy… hee hee hee…”
>She just stands obediently as he circles her looking her over.
>He starts talking again, “Hewd nee fwuffies… wots fwuffies…”
>He then noses her fron her side making her fall.
>He stands over her, “Yoo be on back!”
>Her lip quivers as she looks up, “O-otay smawty…”
>She kicks her legs and wiggles until she is on her back with her hoofies pointing in the air.
>The smarty steps back and leers down at her supine body.
>”Yoo am weady fo speshul huggies noa… hee hee hee…”
>The smarty slowly looks over her body.
>He then points at you, “Gif speshul fwen speshul huggies!”
>You lower your head and start to step forward.
>The smarty starts to stomp, “Nuu! Yoo bad fwuffy! Yoo know wha yoo nee do!”
>He puffs his cheeks out at you while his owchie friends start to step toward you.
>You start to cower and quickly look at your special friend, “Yoo wan speshul huggies fwom speshul fwen?”
>She looks at you and wags her tail, “Fwuffy wan speshul huggies…”
>You truddle up to her ad crawl on top of her between her hooves.
>The smarty’s laughter fills your ears as you start to thrust.
>”Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Eennf! Eennnff! Enfenfenfenfeeennfff! Eeenff! Gud feeeew! Enf! Enf! Enf…”
>You fall on your special friend as she hugs you.
>The smarty lets out a hearty evil laugh, ”Tee hee hee!!!”
>You step off your special friend.
>She looks up at you, “It am otay, we have speshul huggies fo babbehs.”
>You lay down beside her as she wiggles up on her feet and lays next to you.
>You wish you could stand up to the smarty but he is too big and smart for you.
>So you have to sit and watch and hope he passes you over the next time.
>The only thing bad about your herd is you have a cruel smarty.
>Your cruel smarty likes to force the herd to have consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation.