The Best Job

>"In your butt" you tell the shivering fluffy pony
>"NUU, poopy pwace fow poopies!" he yells
>"Well, not today" you say, giggling
>You turn the fluffy around, facing him away from you
>He whimpers as you hold him down
>You make yourself a bit more comfortable and then...
>"NU HUWT POOPY PWACE!" he screams
>Too late, you're already in
>It's a tight fit so you work it back and forth
>In hindsight, you should've used lube
>The fluffy babbles to himself
>Each light push causes him to squirm
>Tears are flowing down his eyes
>"Wan huwties stawp" it says
>You let out a "Mmm" and stop pushing
>You hold it there for a bit, the fluffy pleads for you to stop
>He begins flailing his stubby legs
>"Aah, there we go" you say as you slowly pull out
>Shit flies out of the fluffy's ass, covering the table
>He continues to cry as you laugh a bit at the scene
>Just then, a woman walks in
>"How is he?" she asks
>You pick the crying fluffy up and clean him off
>"His temperature is a little high but he'll be fine" you tell her
>She notices the mess on the table
>"Comes with the 6 figure salary." you say, laughing
>You hand her the fluffy, she thanks you, he doesn't
>Gonna be a while before your next appointment
>Grab some foals and a box of Peeps
>Time for a microwave race!