Anonfilly Part 3

>Holy fucking shit, this is disgusting.
>Damn it Dad, get off of your lazy ass and change me!
>Mom is asleep and dad is just sitting on the couch letting you marinade.
>Lazy bastard always makes mom do the dirty deed.
>You intend to change that.
>”Hornet, why don't you go play with mommy?”
>He quickly buries his head in the newspaper that he is reading in a feeble attempt to bore you.
>He obviously wants you to go wake up Mom and have her change you.
>Not going to happen dad.
>Pictus is his name.
>At least that is what you hear mom call him.
>He's just Dad to you though.
>You rear up and put your forehooves on the couch cushion.
>Demon child stare. . .
>You make eye contact and he flinches upon seeing the weird face you are making.
>Red Rum
>"Don't you want mommy?"
>You see his face contort into a grimace as your scent finally gets to him.
>The cushions on the couch shift as he hops off and quickly darts to the kitchen gagging.
>Not wanting to reward him for ignoring his only daughter, you chase after him.
>You stop at the entrance to the kitchen.
>Dad is nowhere to be found!
>He must have ran out the back door.
>Wow Dad. Just leave your baby girl all alone because you can't change a diaper.
>Looking around, you see the perfectly clean and organized kitchen.
>Mom was always really particular about how the house must be kept.
>You know just what to do!
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>You quickly start opening the cabinets and throwing everything in them on the floor.
>All of moms pots and pans have been freed of their unjust imprisonment!
>Hmm, if that racket didn't bring him back, nothing will.
>Maybe you should just start screaming, since that usually works.
>Then again you don't really want to wake up Mom.
>Well if he doesn't want to help, then you are going to make his life miserable.
>You quickly make your way back to the living room.
>Tiny hooves clopping on the clean freshly waxed floor as you run.
>You quickly make note of possible targets.
>The floor is a beautiful polished hardwood, there are some bookshelves full of old well worn books and scrolls, a pretty glass table right in the middle of the room, there is a potted plant in one of the corners, several comfy chairs, and a nice couch round out the décor.
>Oh mom is going to be pissed when she wakes up, especially when Dad was supposed to be watching you.
>You immediately head for the bookshelves.
>One by one, books are thrown across the room.
>Next you start throwing the cushions from the couch and chairs onto the floor.
>Fort time!
>You pull the plant out of the corner and begin building your castle where it once stood.
>Your human ancestors must be proud that you maintain their age-old tradition of clearing forests to build pointless structures.
>Suddenly, you hear a door open and close.
>Acting quickly, you tip the plant over and start rolling around in the dirt and then jump into your fort.
>Partially because you wanted a bath after sitting in a dirty diaper all day and partly because you wanted Dad to get in even more trouble.
>You hear a clip clop coming from down the hallway followed by a gasp.
>”Sweet Celestia.”
>You peek out just in time to see her turn into the kitchen.
>The stunned silence is delicious.
>You decide that now is the perfect time to reveal yourself.
>Putting on your best “I missed you mommy” look, you trot to her side.
>”H-honey what did you. . .”
>I'm a dirty girl.
>”PICTUUUUUUUUS!”