[SIM][One Shot] Pillowcase filly.txt

>A crashing sound comes from the kitchen.
>You raise your head, interrupted in your reading.
>This fucking slave.
>You get up and slowly make your way to the kitchen.
>You can hear her whimpers even before opening the door.
>Inside, you see the filly, desperately trying to gather all the pieces of the plate she just broke.
>In her hurry she even cut her hoof, staining the tiles with droplets of her filthy blood.
>She stops moving the instant you enter, her eyes full of tears going up to meet your shin.
>Good, she remembered not to look at you in the eyes. A good punch always make for a good lesson.
"This is not the first time this week."
>She lower her head as well as her clipped hears, briefly casting a glance at her rump, patches of fur still missing from the last whipping.
"It's supposed to be simple: do your chores and don't break my stuff."
>The little pony is shaking on her spot, her tail firmly pressed around her rump.
>"P-Please Mas-"
"Shut it!"
>She jumps just like if you hit her, then lower her head even more, her eyes shut close.
>What a lovely sight.
"You know, I don't like doing that, but I have to punish yo. I have to teach you."
>You take a step forward and squat in front of the trembling filly.
"What will it be this time? Should I whip you again?"
>The little pony, eyes still firmly closed, vigorously shakes her head, sending tears to the ground.
>You can't help but smile.
"No... what then? I'm not very imaginative when it come to those things, you know?"
>With a hand you reach and gently grab her hoof, the injured one.
>Another whimper escapes her throat, but you ignore it.
"Should I starve you?"
>You run your thumb over her cut, and start pressing.
"Should I tighten your colar a bit more? No, I already did it, right..."
>You press harder on her hoof, the pain more and more visible on her adorable features.
"Help me there, filly! Would you like me to hit you? Rape you? Break your limb!?"
>"Stop!"
>You let go of her leg, your hand now covered in her blood, and catch her jaw to bring her closer to your face.
"You are wasting my time and my money, pony! I should just kill you right now and sell your meat to the butcher down the street!"
>A flash of terror run through her eyes, and before you realize it, get free of your grasp and bite down on your hand.
"Aaargh, fucking bitch!"
>You grasp your hand as she runs past you. You know she can't escape so you take your time examining your fingers first.
>Hopefully she didn't bite hard enough to rip the skin, but it still hurt.
>You can barely contain your excitement.
>The filly is at the front door, desperately trying to reach the handle. This is pathetic...
"Door's closed, little one, you can't escape."
>She yells as you grab a handful of her mane and lift her up.
>She kick the hair with her hind legs, trying hopelessly to get free of your death grip with her forehooves.
>Making a fist with your free hand, you punch without restrain in her belly.
>The little filly emit a wheezing sound, her eyes bulging out of their socket in shock.
>Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much!
>You chuckle madly as you look at the useless pony trying in vain to catch her breathing.
>Turning around, your eyes land on a brown jute bag laying near the kitchen door. This will do.
"It's always the same with you ponies, you never learn. You've been here for a month, you had plenty of time!"
>You grab the bag with your free hand, shaking it a bit to open it a bit more.
>"P-*uuf* Ple-ease!" The filly manage to say with the first breath she can catch.
>You don't bother answering and just toss the pony in the bag, holding firmly around the hole.
>She tries to fight her way out, but she still can barely breath, and probably can't really see where the exit is anyway.
>You move your feets, adopting a balanced stance, readying yourself.
"I didn't lie when I said I didn't like doing this."
>Your pants are really getting tight by now.
"I ficking love it!"
>With all your strength, you swing the screaming bag against the door frame, an extremely satisfying *crack* reaching your ears.
>The silence fall on the appartement.
>You take a moment to enjoy the sudden calm, before taking a quick look inside the bag.
>Beautiful.
>Now you only have to go out to get rid of that corpse.
>But first, you need to change your underwear.