Babehs fow Sketties

Man that looks like a Monster !sreRR4EdII 04/21/12(Sat)00:22 No.1408937

Posted this in the other thread .

>Today is Saturday and you wake up in a wonderful mood. No work today or any errands to run. Yep today you where going to sit on your ass and just enjoy yourself. That thought in mind you decide to cook some waffles.

>mmmm waffles

>Yes today would indeed be a great day. As this thought crosses your mind any hope of it being true is shattered as you gaze out onto your back patio to see a pile of fluffy pony shit in front of your grill.

>Near the stairs leading into the yard sit three foals with what you guess is their mother. The infants all hug each other and crying for food."momma wooking babehs" the fluffy pony turns around to assure her offspring before she sniffs around the propane tank on your grill.

>Stepping outside in nothing but your boxers and robes you glare at the pony and demand to know what it thinks it is doing. The fluffy pony turns around and puffs out at you.

>"dis pway space fow fwuffie an babehs!" the small creature declares. "weave of fwuffie giv boo-boos!" After she snarls out this threat the mare walks up to you and proceeds to piss on your barefoot.

>Turning around before you stomp the little cunt's head in you go back inside and clean your foot off. Why today of all fucking days did some mare and her foals need to squat on your patio?

>The good mood you felt earlier completely gone by the time you are fully dressed and heading into your basement. A quick search and you find an old cat carrier which you dust out and throw a towel in. Returning to the door and looking outside you see the mare and her foals have not left your patio.

>Quite the contrary. The mare has begun ripping up a tarp you had shoved into the corner and building a makeshift nest for her foals under one of the chairs. Watching her destroy your property was not helping your mood so you quickly stepped outside.

>As soon as the door is closed the mare turns and glares at you stepping in front of her foals. Once again she puffs her cheeks and body in an attempt to look threatening and fails. Indulging in a brief stare-down with her is amusing you decide but there are better things to be doing right now.

>Setting the carrier on the ground you open the door and kneeling beside it you frown. "Oh if only I had some fluffy pony" you say looking crestfallen before going on. "Who would want to eat all of the delicious spaghetti I have."

>Upon hearing your lament the mare leaps up knocking two of her foals over in her haste to come to you. "fwuffie wan sketties!" she cries out having completely forgotten about her children and her begging continues "fwuffie tummy huwt pwease . The mare begins to nuzzle your leg babbling promises about playing with you and loving you.

>the sight sickens you.

>"fwuffie wuv fwend" she says moments before you snatch her up by the scruff of the neck. "The love of your kind is cheap and plentiful." you say this calmly glaring at her as you continue. "If you want spaghetti you will have to give me something much more...valuable." As the last words leave your mouth cast your gaze upon her three foals that have begun to wander from their make-shift nest. The mare only takes a few moments to follow your gaze and her eyes widen.

>"fwuffie..wuv babehs" the mare babbles "pwease no take." Merely shrugging you her back onto the ground. Putting on your best look of grief you sigh "Alright then I guess I'll have to eat all that spaghetti myself." This nearly causes the mare to burst into tears and after a moment's hesitation she lets out a soft whimper.

>"babehs fow sketties" she says looking up at you before going and retrieving her children. One by one she loads them into the carrier ignoring their questions of "why in dawk box?" "tummy huwt" and "pwease feed fwuffie." After the last foal is in you snap the door shut and walk inside as the foals scream for their mother. Turning around you look at the mother who is now openly weeping.

>It is time to fulfill your end of the bargain.

>Placing a pot the stove and setting it to boil you begin gathering the ingredients. Grabbing the last one just in time for the water to boil over you smile in delight.

>Opening the door to your patio you look down at the fluffy pony. "sketties? pweas.." she begins before you rip open a box of noodles and throw them at her causing her to scream and panic .Knowing that no good pasta is complete without sauce you heft a large jar of it in your right hand and throw it like you would a pitch during your league days. The jar collides with the fluffies Front legs breaking them instantly and causing her to go down with a scream fast first into a fresh pile of broken glass and extra-hot salsa.

>The fluffies shrieks could be heard from two streets over. "Why huwt fwuffie!?" she cries and runs around in a circle"why no sketties?!" The answer to her question comes in the form of boiling water thrown from the pot you had on the stove. The mare screams rolling around the ground cutting herself up on the broken glass from the salsa jar.

>looking up at you the fluffy softly questions "fwuffie had deal wif fwend." She coughs up a fair amount of blood before she is able to finish "babehs fow sketties...why?"

>Smiling at the stupid beast as you answer "I said I would give you spaghetti. I never said anything about it being cooked."

>Deciding to end this you approach the mare and grab her by the scruff once again. "pwease no huwt" she pleads but her requests fall on deaf ears. Lifting the pot high above your head you bring it down with all the strength you can muster. The fluffy ponies head explodes like a piece of over-ripe fruit and you casually toss the body over the neighbors fence. Walking back inside and looking into the carrier that contained three screaming foals you smiled to yourself.

>There was hope for today yet.