Ants

1/3
>Working around the house on a Saturday.
>Fluffy pony is happy you are home.
>She's usually stuck in the safe-room while you're at work.
>Today she can run around the house and play all day.
>You watch over her while completing odd jobs.
>Fixing a screen door.
>Tightening leaky faucet.
>Adjusting loose door knob.
"Hey goofball...almost time for lunch."
>Fluffy rushes into kitchen, slides across floor.
>"Yay! Fwuffy hungwy!"
"What do you want for lunch?"
>"Fwuffy wan' sketties! Sketties pwease!"
"Spaghetti is dinnertime food, Rose."
>Fluffy looks confused, but accepts what you say.
>"Fwuffy can have p'nut buttew jewwy?"
"Yes, that's fine."
>Fluffy hops around in a circle, chasing tail.
>To her, a peanut butter & jelly sandwich comes mashed up in her bowl.
>Fluffy ponies can't really handle a sandwich any other way.
"You wait here, Rosie, I need to go downstairs and get a new jar of peanut butter."
>You go down to storage room.
>Fetch fluffy pony's peanut butter.
>Smooth variety.
>Fluffy would choke on the stuff you like, with peanut chunks.
>Return to the kitchen.
>Awww shit.
>You took your eyes off fluffy pony for 60 seconds.
>She got into the cabinet.
>"Daddy! Fwuffy hewp! Make wunch!"
>The little nitwit is covered in honey.

2/3
>Honey is in fluffy pony's fluff.
>It's all over the floor.
>What a fucking mess.
"Rose! Are you allowed to go into the cabinets?"
>Smile leaves fluffy's face.
>She cowers before daddy's anger.
>"Fwuffy sowwee...fwuffy wan' hewp."
"Breaking the rules doesn't help, Rose...it causes more work for daddy."
>You have a very sensitive fluffy pony.
>She cries at the scolding.
"You need to be cleaned now."
>"Nuuu! Fwuffy no wan' baff! Fwuffy scawed watew!"
>*sigh* She hates baths.
>A bath would be a massive amount of work for you.
>This is not the first time she's done this.
>It'll take an hour to scrub honey out of her fluff.
>She'll bawl and squirm the whole time.
>No...you have a better idea.
"Come on Rosie; we're gonna let the ants clean you up."
>Fluffy's face turns terrified.
>"Nuuu! Wan' baff! Wan' baff! Pwease not buggies!"
>She tries to run, but sticky honey slows her to a crawl.
>You pick her up.  Fluffy cries and begs.
>"Dun make fwuffy go buggies pwace! Fwuffy scawed! Fwuffy sowwee!"
>Grab a strap and an old SCUBA weight from the closet.
>Take fluffy out into the yard.
>She's choking and sobbing, begging for a reprieve.
>You scratch her behind the ears to calm her.
"The ants won't hurt you Rose...they're just gonna clean your fluff."
>"Fwuffy no wike buggies!"
"Well then maybe you shouldn't have disobeyed daddy."
>This really isn't intended as punishment, but it will make an impression.

3/3
>There's a big ant-hill at the edge of your yard.
>Not the dangerous red ants.
>These are big black ones...harmless to humans & fluffies.
>As fluffy pony whimpers you strap the SCUBA weight to her.
>10lbs; heavier than her whole body.
>Set fluffy down gently on ant hill.
>She squeals in terror, little legs kicking in an effort to escape.
>Of course, the weight has her planted...she can't move.
>Fluffy's thrashing only stirs up the ants.
>A few crawl up onto fluffy.
>They find honey, and report back to the nest.
>In minutes fluffy is swarmed with ants.
>Crawling in her fluff.
>Fluffy pony screams and begs to be rescued.
>"Whaaaahhh! Pwease daddy hewp fwuffy! No wike buggies!"
>She cries in terror...ants collect her salty tears too.
"Relax Rosie...they're not hurting you."
>That does little to calm fluffy.
>She's bawling her eyes out, struggling to escape.
>Occasionally, you reach over to flick some away from her delicate parts.
>Ears, nose, butthole and fluffy vag.
>The whole process takes about an hour.
>Same time it would take you to clean her in the bath.
>The results are so much better here.
>Finally the ants lose interest.
>They've collected all the honey.
>Lift fluffy pony off nest.
>Brush a few stragglers out of her fluff.
>Sobbing fluffy hugs your chest in relief.
>"Sowwee daddy! Fwuffy no mowe dis'bey daddy. pwease no mowe buggies!"
"It's all over, Rosie...look how nice and clean you are."
>It's true, the ants have picked everything out of her fluff.
>"Fwuffy dun wike buggies" she mutters, still sniffling.
>Carry her inside.
>Make her peanut butter & jelly, mashed up in a bowl.
>Fluffy eats very carefully.