Punch to the Dick

Giant_Neckbeard, December 30, 2012; 22:01 / FB 7851
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PUNCH TO THE DICK

(seriously, people who don't or won't desex their animals and leave them to act as animals will without any hope of finding a mate outside of their immediate family, inbreeding and inbreeding and inbreeding, giving future offspring crippling deformities and genetic 'triggers' for cancer and organ failure deserve an endless supply of punches to the Dick.
Cat, Dog, Rabbit, whatever, desex them, please.)

>Be Shingles. A Dark Purple Pegasus Stallion.

>For some time now, your Special Friend, Pillow, has been giving you the cold shoulder. Sure, you understand, when she was a Fluffy Mumma, no Special Hugs, it was bad for the Babies.

>When the Foals were nursing, no Special Hugs either. Didn't want to scare the babies, and quite frankly, you weren't that desperate either. Also getting up at all hours of the night to cuddle the babies if they had a scary dream or piddled themselves took it's toll on your desires too.

>You love Pillow, and you love your Babies, but Pillow has taken this whole thing way too far! Your Babies no longer need to have her Milk, and her teats have shrunken right back to normal, but she still doesn't want to hug or play or cuddle!

>Not with you, not with your Foals, not even with Mummy!

>Everything is "Stuuuupid" this or "Dummy" that.

>Even when Mummy found homes for your two Colts, Peanut and Wally, and they left forever, Pillow didn't care.

>So now it's just you and your Filly, Willow, playing with the ball quietly in the back-yard while Pillow stomps up and down the porch, grumbling again. And she's making the Hot-Feels-Need-Huggies smell again, and it's just driving you crazy.

>A whole month, and not even one quick Special Hug. Your fluffy nuts are about to burst!

>Willow doesn't understand why her Mumma is so mean to everything, and can't understand why you won't hug her anymore.

>You tried to explain that you are desperately in need of the sort of hugs only a Special Friend can give, and that her Mumma is being very silly, not playing with everyone and sitting alone and complaining about everything.

>Your Mummy, the Hoomin who looks after you, needs to find Willow a good home soon. Willow's a Filly now, half your size and able to eat and play and poop on her own without supervision.

>And soon ... she'll be a Mare. She needs to go. You are so crazy with the need to give Special Hugs you're worried if she hugs you right now, like she used to do when she, Peanut and Wally were all Foals, you'll do something dreadful.

>Pillow does not care. Willow cannot stay here forever. And Mummy ... doesn't seem to understand how wild you feel.

>You told her, in your own way, that Willow needed to find a new home.

>"Mummy, wuv Wiwwow, buh' she haf' gu soon." You whispered to your Owner, Mummy, as Pillow and Willow were eating dinner in the kitchen. "Shingwe nu wan be Bad Daddy, buh' Shingwe nu haf Speshaw Huggies in wongest time. Shingwe wowwied 'bout gif Speshaw Huggies tu Wiwwow."

>"Wha ... are you serious?" Mummy has said in surprise. "Well! I suppose it can't be helped, but really Shingle, it's alright, you're only Fluffy Ponies, after all! Pillow is your cousin, you remember, right?"

>You know that Pillow's Mumma and your Mumma were sisters, but you only olaved with Pillow a few times. then she went awav. then came back after a long time, and was a Mare, not a silly, clumsy little filly like you remembered.

>"Nuuuu, Wiwwow is Shingwe's Fiwwy! Mus' gu! Nu wan Wiwwow haf saddies, tink Shingwe is a Meanie! Pwease, Mumma, mus' hewp Wiwwow haf New Pwace tu be!" You begged, rubbing your face on Mummy's shoulder. "Is nu wight! Shingwe wuv Wiwwow, nu wan Fiwwy be Speshaw Fwiendl Is nu wight!"

>But Mummy didn't help, said it was fine, you were only 'Ah-nee'mahls'. It's been a week now, and Willow is still here, and you're so full of the need to give Special Huggies you think you're about to explode. You can't even stand next to Willow, you're so afraid of what you'll do.

>You roll the ball back to Willow and tell her to play by herself for a little while, you're going to talk to Pillow about how mean she's being to you both.

>"Daddy! Wuv yuu! Teww Mumma dat Wiwwow wuv Mumma!" Willow shouts as you trot away, and you feel a stab of guilt.

>You're sending your little Filly away, the little pale-pink fluffy who used to crawl onto your head to sleep at night, who would follow you everywhere, who always wanted to be with you, to keep her safe from you.

>This has got to stop. This has got to end!

>Stomp up the steps and meet Pillow''s disdainful sneer with a mask of fury across your features that wipes the smug look right off your Special Friend's face.

>"What. Is. Yuu. Poopin'. Pwobwem!" You hiss at her, making your fluff stand on end. "Yuu nu pway wit' owr Baybehs, nu cuddwe wit' Mummy, nu gif Shingwe Speshaw Huggies, even when yuu know yuu makin' dat Speshaw Smeww, an' Shingwe nu haf Speshaw Huggies fo' wongest time!"

>"Dat wha' yuu wan? Yuu wan Shingwe gif Speshaw Huggies tu owr Fiwwy, 'cause yuu Speshaw Smeww dwivin' Shingwe cwazyl? Yuu wan be awone, when Mummy take owr Fiwwy ah'way, an Shingwe nu wan' pway wit' yuu nu moar, cause yuu is a Meanie?"

>"Yuu ... yuu nu know wha' yuu tawkin' 'bout." Pillow mutters, looking away. "Piwwow nu makin' nu Speshaw Smeww. Nu wan haf Baybehs 'gain. Dey aw'ways wan Miwkies an' Huggies an' Pwayin', Piwwow haf tu aw'ways gif Miwkies an' hug dem, even when dey make Nu-Pwetties in bed..."

>"Yuu is makin' Speshaw Smeww, yuu know yuu is! Can smeww yuu aww de way ovah dere! An' yuu weakin' aww ovah de powch fwom yuu No-No's!" You point a hoof back to where you left Willow playing alone, your whole body trembling with rage. Can Pillow not see how dangerous the situation is? "If yuu nu wan be mah Speshaw Fwiend, jus' teww Shingwe! Suuuuu tiwed of dis Poopies! Piwwow nevah haf happehs nu mattah wha' Shingwe do fo' yuu, yuu nevah pway nu moar even when Mummy gif yuu New Toys, an' now yuu nu even wuv yuu Baybehs? If yuu nu wan be Guud Mumma, nu wan be Speshaw Fwiend, den yuu can gu tu de Outside an' be Stinky, Stuuuuupid Few'aw an' haf Wongest Sweepies fo' aww Shingwe cawe!"

>Pillow gasps, holding a hoof to her mouth as she turns pale under her fluff at your tirade. "Y-yuu ... yuu Poopie-Head! YUU POOPIE-HEAD! Yuu tink Baybehs suuu funneh? Yuu haf dem! Yuu haf owies in yuu Speshaw Pwace, yuu haf Baybehs on yuu aww de time!" She spits back at you, scowling. "Yuu be de one dey come tu fo' nummies an' huggies, nu mattah if yuu twyin' tu haf Sweepies o' pway wit' Toys! Dey is Bad Fwuffies dat nu wet Piwwow haf funnehs! Piwwow nu wan haf Baybehs, Piwwow is nu makin' Speshaw Smeww! NU! NU BAYBEHS! NUUUU, PIWWOW HATE BAYBEHS!"

>"Get owt! GET OWT! Yuu Bad Mumma!" You shriek back at her, puffing up your fluff and jumping up and down in rage. "Yuu Baybehs wuv yuu! Wuved yuu suuuu much! Dey wan haf Huggies, haf Nummies, cause dey wav yuu WIKE SHINGEWS WUV YUU!"

>Back and forth you screech and curse at each other, until finally your Bad Special Friend toddles off, crying and leaking all over the porch as she rounds the corner, and you hear the clatter of the toys on the wooden floor-boards of the Porch as she bumps into, or more likely kicks, the toy-box, spilling them across the ground.

>Your head pounds with rage and the Special Smell, and your body burns with a fury you've never known.

>"Da-Daddy? Is Mumma stiww bein' a Me..." Willow asks nervously from behind you, then squeaks in alarm as you whirl to face her, your fluff still standing onend.

>Mare, so much Special Smell, Young Mare, want Special Hugs, want to have Special Hugs!

>No! No, its Willow! My Filly, MY LITTLE FILLY! She needs to have a Special Friend all her own, not a Daddy-Special-Friend!

>Special Hugs! SPECIAL HUGS! SPECIAL HUGS!

>NnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

>"Pway wit' baww!" You grind out the words, stalking stiff-legged past your shivering Filly, and stalk around to the other side of the house.

>It's got to be here, it's got to be ... ah!

>Your First Sometimes-Special Friend! A toy in the shape of a Fluffy, though it smells a little dusty now. Mummy the Hoomin said it had to go outside, it was too dirty to be an Indoors Toy anymore, and you thought that was just fine, Pillow had just arrived to live with you, and you were both happy back then, Pillow so eager to be a Mumma, you were so determined to be a Good Daddy for your Foals.

>It doesn't matter who or what or why anymore, you can barely restrain yourself! Your anger, and Pillow's scent, and the dribbles she left on the bricks, are driving you wild with lust, and Willow is right there, so innocent, so trusting, so close.

>You'd never forgive yourself! You curse yourself, for being so weak as you grab the Stuffed Horse by the mane and mount it roughly, groaning loudly around your mouthful of dusty 'mane' as you pound away, furiously, blindly, wildly until you have the Good Feels, and collapse.

>"Su sowwy, nu wan gif Huwties, su sowwy..." You whisper to the Stuffed Horse, hugging it to your chest and sobbing with shame. "Nu wan dis. Speshaw Fwiend is a Meanie, is a Dummy! Shingwe nu can hewp haf Speshaw Huggies! Fiwwy haf tu weave, nu wan huwt Shingwe's Fiwwy, wuv her!"

>As you bury your face into the dusty fluff of the Stuffed Horse, your sobs and the beating of your heart mask the sound of four soft little hooves skittering away.


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>Now Safely back on the grass, Willow looks back at the house, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

>Mumma was making that musky smell, and Daddy said it was driving him crazy.

>Mumma Said she didn't l-lo-love you anymore, but Daddy said a Good Mumma should love her babies, and then they fought and yelled and made you so sad.

>You knew Mumma was making Daddy sad and angry, because he didn't hug you anymore, but now you know it's not your fault.

>Mumma was making that Musky Smell, and Daddy ... Daddy's pee-pee place looked sooo big and angry, and he looked like he was going to hurt you, before he went away and gave a very strange Hug to the Fluffy-Shaped Toy.

>You had rushed after him, desperate to understand what you had done to upset him, when you saw Daddy put his Angry Pee-Pee onto the Fluffy-Shaped Toy and begin bucking his hips.

>You'd sat there, dumb-founded as he grunted and groaned and strained, and then there was a funny smell, and then Daddy fell over, clutching the Fluffy-Shaped Toy and whispering how sorry he was, how much he loved you.

>And how you had to go away ... so Daddy wouldn't hurt you.

>So you roll the ball back and forth on the grass, thinking how you can make Daddy happy again, when you remember how angry he was at not having Special Huggies with your Mumma for so long, and how she was making the pee on the bricks that was driving him wild.

>Maybe if you could make Mumma stop doing that, he would be calmer? She always got so angry when you and Peanut and Wally made Pee or Poopies outside of the Litterbox, but she's doing it herself, and making Daddy sooooo angry!

>Or ... maybe you should make the Musky-Smell? Maybe you can be Daddy's Special Friend?

>You do love him a whole lot, he's been your world since Mumma stopped hugging and playing with you, and if you can be his Special Friend, Mumma can go away, like she must want to, and you can stay, and make Daddy happy again, like he used to be?

>But Daddy said that was wrong ...

>..... But you really do love Daddy .....