Back Alley

>Leave work late.
>Walking home through the city.
>Shortest way is walking thru alleys.
>No problem...nobody fucks with you.
>Stop to light cigarette.
>Hear noise.
>Whimpering.
>Look behind garbage can.
>It's a fluffy pony, but it's dead.
>No wait...something moves.
>A single fluffy foal climbs up out of dead mother's fluff.
>Huge eyes, wet with tears look up at you.
>"Pwease hewp momma. Mumma haf owwies."
>Mother fluffy died recently.
>Probably fell off garbage can while trying to find food.
"Sorry kid...momma is never gonna wake up."
>Fluffy foal's lip quivers.
>"Mumma dead?"
"Eeyup."
>Tears stream from foal's eyes.
>"So cowd...so hungwy. You hewp fwuffy pwease?"
>Gently pick up foal.
>Shivering, hooves & nose feel chilly.
>You can feel empty stomach growling.
"Here, this will warm you up, kid."
>Lift up tail.
>Snuff out cigarette on fluffy foal's butthole.
>Foal squeals and kicks all 4 legs in agony.
>Set foal down near dead mother.
>Feel like you did some good tonight.