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- >you are Brett Hipster, age 13
- >last year you beat your stupid fluffy to death with a brick because it destroyed your work
- >then your mother died in a car accident. dad’s been working more hours. keeps him focused.
- >better that way. he drinks when he isn’t working.
- >that means you have a lot of free time.
- >dad pays the maid to mind you a couple of days a week
- >but she can’t be there all the time
- >the old man gives you a healthy allowance. figures money will buy happiness since mom is gone
- >he’s not too far off
- >bike down to the pet store in town
- >you’ve been thinking about this for a few months
- >you would snatch a wild fluffy but haven’t seen many around your area
- >you heard that exterminators have been clearing a lot of them out of the region
- >no problem… they’re pretty cheap
- >purchase a yellow fluffy with pink mane, a pegasus. its legs are a little stubbier than usual
- >”The girls around the shop were calling her Fluffyshy… of course, you can name it anything you want. They’re not particular about names.”
- >thank the man. pop fluffyshy in a box
- >immediately, it starts squealing and weeping
- >”wha put in dawk pwace? dunn wike dis! pwease wet owwwwwt!”
- >”Shut up, stupid.”
- >you tie the box to your back fender. you make sure you take the bumpy road home
- >you smile to yourself as the crying fluffy bounces around in her box, begging to be let out
- >soon. very soon.
- >you’ve taken a liking to the gardening shed. even soundproofed it a bit.
- >(told the Mexican gardener it was to make it warmer for him in the winter. sucker.)
- >you have a special selection of tools you’ve pieced together over the last few months
- >you feel giddy
- >dump the fluffy out of the box. she’s still crying
- >”wha wha why keep in dawk pwace? fwuffy dunn wike dawk pwace! fwuffy bumpies! get owies!”
- >you smile… then feel the rage explode inside you. you backhand the whimpering fluffy across the face
- >”SHUT THE FUCK UP, STUPID!”
- >she gasps, and immediately wets herself.
- >you’re prepared for this. pick up fluffy, move her to the other side of the bench, wipe up urine with paper towels
- >take out a cork. one of many from dad’s empty liquor and wine bottles
- >plunge it into the fluffy’s anus.
- >you notice the fluffy’s asshole looks very much like a dog’s… not a real horse or pony.
- >she squeaks again and starts shivering
- >”owies! no huwt poopie pwace!”
- >”I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
- >you smack her face again. she quiets down, but still whimpers. she tries licking her aching bottom. she can’t really reach
- >you take the garden shears and cut off her legs and wings. she screams after each one.
- >cauterize the wounds with a lighter, like you read about online
- >hmmm… stranger… your pants are getting… stiff.
- >you now have a yellow fluffy jelly roll. or burrito. or schmoo. or weeble wobble. the internet has a lot of names for legless fluffies
- >it’s going to suck having to ride back into town to get another when this one is done with.
- >or is it…
- >you begin to formulate a plan. your best yet.
- >plop the fluffy in a box. she sneezes from the dust
- >”owwwwieeeees! why huwt fwuffy? pwease wet go! pwease! fwuffy wann gooooo!”
- >you smack her in the face a few times. you feel your penis stiffen with each blow
- >heh. blow.
- >”Shut your fucking mouth and maybe you’ll live through this.”
- >go back inside the house. get a wooden box, three small bowls, some newspaper, some foam rubber
- >you build a fluffy box. newspaper on the bottom to catch urine. a bowl in the back for crap. two in front for water and food.
- >soundproof the box with foam rubber, plus it should prevent the fluffy from moving
- >not bad. it even has a handle for convenient carrying.
- >take it out to the shed. the fluffy is still crying.
- >”why weave fwuffy? fwuffy no wike disa pwace! smewll bad! fwuffy wann weggies back!”
- >you smack it with a stick.
- >”oooowwwwwww! no mo huwty stick!”
- >”Shut the fuck up.”
- >plop the legless fluffy into the box. keep it in your closet. add cedar chips to reduce smell.
- >feed, water and clean it once a day. all it does is cry about the darkness and its legs.
- >things are going to get worse before they get better
- >head to pet store to purchase a male fluffy… but wait! you spot one by the side of the road into your development.
- >it’s eating blackberries but is partially caught in the thorns.
- >it looks at you with big, sad eyes.
- >”pwease mista! hewp fwuffy! stuck in owie pwants!”
- >you lift its tail up. a male. perfect.
- >”why touch bad pwace?”
- >”I’m, uh, getting you free. Relax.”
- >you use your pen knife to cut some of the thorns and fluff loose.
- >”thankew mistah! fwuffy wub new fwen!”
- >”Would you like to meet another fluffy? And play with her?”
- >”wuv meet new fwuffies!”
- >”Good.”
- >you carefully ride home, carrying the fluffy inside your jacket.
- >pull fluffyshy’s box out of the closet
- >”why… why dawk. fwuffyshy no wike dawk… pwease let fwuffyshy fwee…”
- >”But I have a new friend for you.”
- >you pull her out of the box. She flops around a bit on the floor. you can’t help but laugh
- >”hewo! yo nawme fwuffyshy?”
- >”fwuffyshy. no wann be in box. no wike dawk.”
- >”Maybe you two should get closer.”
- >you’ve seen Animal Planet plenty of times. you usher the male behind fluffershy.
- >it instinctively starts nuzzling her fluff with his muzzle, first around her neck, then her sides.
- >when he starts nuzzling the fluff around her groin, she starts to squeak.
- >”no wike touchie dere! no wann!”
- >”fwuffy give speshal hugs?”
- >”Sure… give her special hugs. Have fun.”
- >you notice your pants are starting to bulge a bit
- >fluffyshy squeaks and starts to cry as the earth pony mounts her.
- >she tries to struggle but does nothing more than flopping around on the floor
- >”no pwease stawp! no wann speshal hugs!”
- >”Shut up and take that cock, you whore.”
- >you stroke yourself a bit. feels good.
- >the male fluffy finally finishes. fluffyshy’s rearend is covered in sticky white stuff and a little bit of poop and blood.
- >get to that in a minute
- >”Good boy! You know what good boys get?”
- >”nummies?”
- >”No, they go in the trash can!”
- >you start beating the shit out of the fluffy. it screams, trying to skitter away from you.
- >”Where you going? HUH? Where you going?”
- >you beat the thing a little more, then wrap a belt around its neck. its eyes bug out and it gasps for air, then goes limp
- >toss it in a trash bag. you can burn it in the leaf barrel a little later
- >grab fluffyshy. she squeaks, still crying from being raped.
- >wash her ass off in the sink. takes a while. you make a mental note to shave her ass fluff if you do this again
- >what do you mean if… when is more like it. heh.
- >jam her back in the box. put it in the closet.
- >you’re still horny. you wonder…
- >”Hey, Rosalita… where you at?”
- >Rosalita, the maid is in her thirties. a little husky, long black hair, decent face, big
- tits.
- >”I am in daddy’s bedroom mistah Brett!”
- >perfect.
- >you grab a handful of cash from where it’s stashed inside Optimus Prime.
- >”Hey, Rosalita… how much does my dad pay you?”
- >”Daddy pay me $75 a week.”
- >”How’d you like to earn six times that much in five minutes.”
- >”What mistah Brett need?”
- >you reach out and squeeze one of her large breasts.
- >”Make me feel like a man.”
- >”No! No, mistah Brett! Is wrong!”
- >you show her the cash.
- >”$500. All yours… five minutes work. No one has to know.”
- >you’ve learned early that greed is one of the best tools. she licks her lips nervously, then reaches for the money
- >”Ah, ah… first… uh… we do it. Then the money. I’ll put it right here.”
- >you put the cash under a lamp on dad’s dresser
- >you’ve seen some porn on the internet. and you know some guys only last a couple of minutes and some can go way longer
- >you’re hoping for the latter, but your cock is hard enough to cut diamonds right now.
- >torturing and killing the fluffies really stimulated you.
- >”Okay, mistah Brett… but we be quick. Daddy come home in a while.”
- >”I’m guessing I will probably be quick.”
- >Rosalita unzips her dress, it falls to the floor. you pull off your t-shirt. still no hair
- on your chest
- >she doesn’t seem to mind… she rubs your chest and then takes off her bra
- >her breasts are big… easily 38C, maybe a little bigger. The nipples and aeriola are pretty big. you hungrily suck on them
- >”Thas good, suck Rosalita’s boobs.”
- >as you grab onto her big tits and switch back and forth between them, she undoes your pants. they fall to the ground
- >”Mistah Brett… you very excited.”
- >you pull down your briefs and your engorged cock pops up. you’re only four inches or so. you hope it gets bigger as you get older!
- >Rosalita drops to her knees and takes your cock in her mouth.
- >you gasp… you’ve jerked yourself off a few times but you never felt anything like this.
- >”Mistah Brett like?”
- >”Yuh… yeah… I hope… I hope we can do this again sometime…”
- >”Hurry, Mistah Brett… daddy be home and Rosalita must clean room.”
- >she takes a condom from one of your dad’s drawers. does he even use these any more?
- >Rosalita takes off her panties. her thick, dark bush is inviting to you. she lays back on the bed, spreading her legs
- >she spreads her thick labia open and motions for you to come to her
- >”Hurry, mistah Brett… not much time.”
- >you nod and climb on top of her, inserting your cock into her pussy. she’s wet… you read about that before. she must be enjoying herself
- >your eyes practically roll back in your head. you’ve never felt anything like this before.
- >she grabs your ass, guiding your stroke. she moans with each thrust.
- >”Oh my god… it feels… it feels so good…”
- >”Don’t stop mistah Brett…”
- >you start pumping faster, trying to go deeper inside her. you feel your hips buckle.
- >”Oh my god….”
- >”Yes, give it all to Rosalita…”
- >you feel yourself cum and half-collapse on top of Rosalita. she holds you, almost
- maternally, in her arms.
- >almost instinctively, you suck on her big boobs again. you feel her hands massaging your skinny ass.
- >one of her fingers finds its way into your ass. you gasp again but don’t complain.
- >”Maybe next time Rosalita show you something new.”
- >”Yah… next time. Definitely next time.”
- >”Get up, Mistah Brett… must finish room.”
- >you nod, almost sadly, and stand up. you’re still breathing heavy.
- >”Flush that down toilet and take good, hot shower, okay?”
- >”Okay.”
- >you do as you’re told. a few moments later you’re relaxing downstairs with a soda, watching TV
- >dad comes home.
- >”Hey, Brett… have a good day?”
- >”Had a great day, dad. How about you?”
- >”Not too bad. Rosalita still here?”
- >”I think she was just finishing up the bedrooms.”
- >”Running late, huh? She damn well better not be bucking for a raise or I’ll can her ass…”
- >”NO! I mean, uh… no, it wasn’t her fault. It was mine.”
- >”Go on…”
- >”I made a snack… a sandwich and a glass of milk. Took it to my room on a tray. But I was wearing socks on the hardwood floor and I slipped and…”
- >”Crash.”
- >”Right. I’m sorry, dad. It’s all my fault.”
- >”It’s not a big deal, son. You didn’t get cut or anything, did you?”
- >”No, Rosalita helped clean up all the glass.”
- >”Then forget about it. Say - how about we order pizza tonight. Sound good?”
- >”Great, dad!”
- >rosalita comes downstairs
- >”So sorry running late, Mr. Hipster.”
- >”It’s fine, Rosalita. Brett explained it.”
- >”Explained?”
- >she looks nervous. you speak quickly… you don’t want to ruin a good thing
- >”You know, how I broke a glass in my room and made a mess and you cleaned it up. Thank you, Rosalita. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”
- >”Is no problem, Mistah Brett! Good night!”
- >”Good night.”
- >whew. you wonder how long it’ll take to save up another $500.
- >then you remember you got fluffyshy knocked up. you’ll have a bunch of new playments in a couple of weeks.
- >maybe Rosalita will let you jam it in her ass. that would be a great way to celebrate fluffyshy’s impending birth
- >it’s going to be a great month
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