Martini 19

>you are Martini. you’re a KEY LIME COLORED fluffy pony with a DARK GREEN MANE AND TAIL
>your job is to give mares special hugs and then you get treats.
>totally fucking awesome, bro.
>today you woke up to a bunch of noise outside
>you can’t really hear what it is, but it sounds like a bunch of humans
>BIG MAN is late. your tummy grumbles, wanting food
>finally BIG MAN arrives. he looks mad.
>Frank-who-you-never-see is in the other room.
>BIG MAN quickly empties poopies from litter boxes and feeds the ponies
>”Have you been out there today? What a bunch of crying little bitches.”
>”I came into the garage through the kitchen door to avoid them.”
>”Thanks for the warning, dick.”
>”They showed up like twenty minutes ago. There was no point in warning you.”
>”Meh.”
>”What are those retards protesting, anyway?”
>”They’re saying breeders are responsible for fluffy females being raped.”
>”Um. They’re fucking ANIMALS. You don’t even need a license for fluffies. And I had to get a special license for a fucking DWARF HAMSTER.”
>”Tell them, Frank. I don’t need this shit.”
>”Ignore them. They’ll find something else to complain about like abortion or black people or what Hot Topic t-shirt their mommy forgot to buy them.”
>”HAW HAW HAW! Good one, Frank.”
>”bigman, bwoobewwy need make poopies.”
>”Hold on, Blueberry. I’ll… say, I got an idea. Frank… sneak up to the door and get ready to open it.”
>”Aheh. I see where this is going.”
>BIG MAN grabs Blueberry and tucks her under his arm, her rear end facing outward. He lifts up her tail
>”Ready?”
>”Ready!”
>BIG MAN charges the door, yelling. Frank whips it open. Blueberry squeaks and releases her bowels while BIG MAN squeezes her belly.
>a liquid stream of diarrhea sprays all over the half dozen or so protestors outside.
>their trendy hipster glasses, hats and vests are now covered in stinking crap.
>Frank slams the door shut and BIG MAN puts Blueberry away. He gives her a cookie.
>”Good girl. Next time try to get it more in their faces. Okay… let’s do some business…”
>There’s a knock at the door. It’s Jamie.
>”Ah fuck. Let him in, Frank.”
>”You know there’s a bunch of hipsters out there covered in fluffy shit?”
>”Yep. Whaddya got.”
>”Look, I know we had a bad experience with Lemondrop before, but this time I checked the fluffy…”
>”Jamie, I’m perfectly capable of getting fluffies on my own…”
>”But why spend the time and energy? My bowl-bred fluffies require less care. No cages. And they can’t escape.”
>”Jamie…”
>”Take this one as a gift. I already checked her, she’ll be a healthy breeder.”
>”Looks like Lemondrop.”
>”Probably a cousin of hers… although some fluffies must be genetically disposed to this pink and yellow color pattern.”
>”Huh. Okay, thanks… we’ll give her a try.”
>”Call me. Oh - and her name’s Fluffershy.”
>”That’s fucking queer, dude.”
>”Yeah, yeah…”
>Jamie leaves. he sort of scares you. something about him doesn’t smell quite right. like he’s sick but doesn’t look sick
>BIG MAN plops Fluffershy down on The Table.
>”i wuv you! *squee!*”
>BIG MAN grunts and flips over the cooing fluffy. he takes the Buzzy Tool and takes away the fluff from her groin and rear end
>”why take fwuff? why? *squee*”
>”Frank, I think this thing’s retarded.”
>”Yeah?”
>”Well, christ on a cracker… her fucking head is as big as her body and she keeps making these retarded noises. And her legs are more like flippers.”
>”Beat her with a hammer.”
>”Well, let’s try breeding her once and see what happens.”
>Fluffershy flips over onto her belly and flops around
>”wuv you new dadda! *squee!*”
>”Ugh.”
>BIG MAN walks over to your cage and takes you out. He plops you and legless Fluffyshy in the Special Hugs Nest.
>you approach, your Special Place already starting to tingle.
>”wuh… wuh fwuffy doin? squee!”
>you start nuzzling the fluff around Fluffyshy’s neck. She flutters her wings rapidly.
>you know Faramir, the last pegasus, is not feeling well. otherwise he’d be giving special hugs right now
>you nuzzle the fluff around Fluffyshy’s rear end and groin. she starts to get confused.
>”wha fwuffy doin? fwuffyshy no wike dis game! no touch bad pwace!”
>BIG MAN sneers at her
>”Honey… you’re about to have a real bad fucking day.”

CONTINUED TOMORROW NIGHT, BITCHES!