Tard filly

>Be mommy Twilight's big healthy 300 pounder filly-chan
>Roll out of crib, bars crack under your weight.
>The tiny poopoohead filly mommy left to play with you is making big scaredey sounds
>"This is Beta to Kissass, the eagle has landed! I repeat, the eagle has landed!"
>You begin to roll back and forth, building up speed.
>She's standing in front of the door, still trying to radio the wrangler.
"Miwwtank used wollout! Is supah effective!"
>"I wouldn't have a rock-type weakness you nigg-"
>You smash into her and the door behind her, slamming her into the crystal wall opposite your room.
>She crumples to the floor, not moving.
>Now's your chance to be mommy's snugglefilly!
>"Oh no you don't, you fucktard."
>The Wrangler drops a lit cigarette and puts her hoof down on it.
"Yuuuu not posta smoak!"
>"I can do whatever the fuck I want to you downy shit, I am the law."
>Despite your rollout attack, it was true that you had not once managed to avoid The Wrangler.
>You would spare the filly today if she could come to a deal.
"Wann snuggle momma!"
>"You can snuggle my fucking mom when I'm dead and buried, now prepare for the wrath of Pence."
>You roll out of the way before the electric attack can disable you more than you already are mentally.
"Sooooonichu spinininin dash!"
>Using your flabby neck as a catapult, you launch yourself through the air toward The Wrangler.
>Your short-cut tail lifts up mid-air, raining down spurts of diarrhea.
>She screams as one hits her leather jacket, ripping it off.
>"You motherfucker! This is more acid than shit, h-how do you even-"
>While she's distracted, you slam into her like a bowling pin, knocking off her sunglasses.
>As you roll down the hall, you hear her scream.
>"This isn't over, fucktard!"
>Be Occult Facade.
>You're trying to summon a succubus when some non-namefag bursts into your room.
>You're about to bitch at her for ruining the ritual when you see the panicked look in her eyes.
>"Occult! The tard has taken out Wranglerfilly!"
>You nod and grab your bag of dark magic, this was gonna get messy unless you could stop her.
>Be mommywommy's chief producer of dirty, crapped briefs.
>Nopony has stood in your way as you have rolled down the hall toward Twilight's bedroom at supersonic speeds while singing the Steven Universe theme song.
>You roll to a halt as you see a few fillies playing cards…
>Be Anon.
>You don't know why you decided to hang out with the namefags today, most of them were gay as fuck.
>And they were kicking your ass at poker.
>Before you lose anymore GFP cards, you decide to fold and grab a tendie.
>Lazily looking out at the hallway, you see her.
>The tard.
>What was she doing out?
>Why was she looking at you?
>Oh god you had tendies!
>You scream as you jump out of the way as the table full of namefags is impacted with the force of both Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
>No time to help anyone else now, you've gotta save your own flanks.
>"Pwaymate?"
>You turn around, keeping her in your sight.
>"N-no, just a traveler passing through."
"Would you wike to see my wares OwO?"
>Anything to distract her long enough to get away.
>She reaches into her filthy mane and pulls out a shit-encrusted, fillycum coated Asuka daki.
>Of course only a tard would waifu anyone but Rei…
>"Four hundwed good fiwwy points!"
>You let out an earsplitting scream and run.
>Be The Wrangler.
"Occult, you may be a dirty namefag and a goth fuck, but that's some damn fine healing magic."
>The filly gloomily smiles.
>"Do you have any of bodily media I could infuse this voodoo doll with? At this strength, I think it's the only chance we have to take her down before she reaches Mamabear."
>You shed a man-turned-fillyly tear for your leather jacket, a true friend.
"Yeah, she shit on my leather jacket."
>Occult lifts up an eyedropper in her ghostly white magic and takes a bit of shit into it.
>The material immediately begins to corrode the glass, which you're fairly sure isn't how an acid or a base works.
>She places a bit on the doll, which begins to hum and glow faintly.
>"Where do we go next?"
"FUCK YOU NIGGER REI IS THE BETTER WAIFU!"
>"ASSSSSSSSSUKA!"
>You grin as you put on your broken shades.
>Be mommy's master of milkies
>"ASSSSSSSSSUKA!"
>You hear hoofsteps.
>"Occult! How does that thing work?!"
>"I-I just need a line of sight and then I can incapacitate her."
>You don't know what 'incapacitate' means, but you stop slamming the waifu shamer's head into the ground long enough to look up.
>The Wrangler stands there with two big nerdy fillies.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>Nani?! Your rees had no effect?
>"Try again you fucking lowfunk, I've got earplugs this time. Occult, now!"
>You feel a numbness in your legs.
>Doesn't matter, you don't legs to roll.
>You pick up speed, though less than before.
"SOOOOONICHU SPIIIIN!"
>You clobber the filly furthest to the right, sending her through the wall.
"Team Wocket's bwasting offag innnn!"
>Be Wranglerfilly.
>This is bad, Occult had been knocked out of the castle.
>You charge up an electric attack in your horn, but the tard dodges it.
>"Iss ovah Wwangler!"
"Not yet."
>From around the corner you can see Mamabear in the flesh, holding a vial of something that bubbled over the edges.
"Twilight! I'm so-"
>"Later, Wrangler."
>She gets out a catheter bag, pouring the liquid into a funnel over it.
>Then, she attaches the tube to her mammaries, directly over the nip.
>"Milky time!"
>The tard turns around, rolling slowly over to Mamabear.
>She takes a tentative suckle.
>"Dis is naut miwkie…"
>She passes out on the floor.
~~Epilogue
>Occult was killed with the sheer force that she went through the wall, but she was awarded posthumously and ended up coming back as a ghost anyways to fuck with fillies while they were shitting.
>The Tard guard was given better security measures to ensure that no escape would be possible for her charge.
>The Wrangler was gifted a new pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket.
>All other injuries incurred were treated with few issues, no lasting brain damage was ensured so that Twilight didn't have to deal with more than one retarded filly.
>And as for the tard herself…
>She's still shitting herself and generally being an inconvenient waste of space to this day.
>What did you fucking expect?