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- >An early Monday morning at the fluffy factory.
- >You've just gotten your car parked when Sarah jogs up to your driver door.
- >She looks excited, which is usually bad news for something, somewhere.
- >”Get in here and check out this fluffy!” she urges, already moving back toward the building.
- >You follow her in and right to her office.
- >A monotone white fluffy is sitting on her desk with her nose up in the air.
- >”Wan' nummies! Dumb hooman gif Pwincess Spawkle nummies now!”
- “Princess Sparkle?”
- >Sarah folds her arms. “I don't care if her name is Han Solo, she's a monotone white! She's going to make me a fuckton of white foals.”
- “Sure, as if you don't have enough money, Miss Trust Fund.”
- >She flips you off, but has a smirk on her face. “Come on, help me get her situated.”
- >Sarah takes the squirming white fluffy down to basement one, and you follow.
- >While she scans the sleeping stallions for something mostly white, you set the constantly bitching Sparkle on the table to prepare her.
- >”Dis cowd! Pwincess Spawkle no wike! Hooman gif wawm!”
- >You notice the collar around her neck.
- “Hey, did you steal this fluffy?”
- >Sarah glares at you. “No, I didn't. Found her walking around yesterday. Apparently she shits on herself a lot, or something, 'cause her ass was caked.”
- >”Pwincess Spawkle no poopies on sewf! Meanie hooman make do dat! Pwincess Spawkle cwean fwuffy!”
- >”Yeah, after I gave you a bath, you little shitbox,” Sarah replies with a huff. “Hey, Glacier. Wake up. I've got a very special girl for you to bang.”
- >Glacier is a whitish unicorn with a pale green mane. Like most of the stallions, he truly enjoys his work.
- >”Gwasha make speciaw hugs? Wif who?”
- >She points at the fluffy on your table.
- >You've gotten the electric shaver out and are currently defluffing the princess.
- >”Gif back fwuff! Pwincess Spawkle say no wan' cowd, dumb hooman!”
- “Cold's going to be the least of your problems if you don't shut the hell up.”
- >”No quiet! Pwincess Spawkle as woud as wan'! WOUD WOUD WOUD WOUD!” she yells, stamping around the table.
- >She's woken up the other fluffies, who cry and complain about the noise.
- >”Shut her up, man!” Sarah yells over the din.
- >You slap Princess Sparkle's muzzle, just harshly enough to get her attention.
- >”Dumb hooman no huwt Pwincess Spawkle!” she growls cutely, squeezing her ass cheeks.
- >”Take sowwy poopies!”
- >Shit sprays out of her rear end onto you.
- >Thank fuck you put on the jumpsuit before you came down.
- “Little bitch just shat on me!”
- >Sarah waves her hand in front of her nose. “What a brat...”
- “Seems a little like someone I work for.”
- >”Oh, fuck you. Throw her in the pen so Glacier can get to work.”
- >You oblige, dropping Princess Sparkle into a sex pit. Sarah sets Glacier down and nudges him in the rear.
- >”Get to work, Glacier.”
- >”New fwiend pwetty!” he says, starting his usual ritual. The second he begins nuzzling her fluff, she turns and bucks him in the face.
- >”Fwuffy dumb! Pwincess Spawkle no wan'! Weave 'wone!” she yells shrilly, chasing Glacier around the pen.
- >”Gwasha sowwy! Gwasha jus' wan' make huggies wif pwetty fwiend!” he bawls, hiding in a corner.
- >”Pwincess Spawkle make dumb fwuffy stay dere!” she adds, turning and shitting on him.
- >You and Sarah look at each other, dumbfounded.
- “Should I get the hammer?”
- >”Hell no, I don't want her blowing turds all over my new skirt. Pick her up, I have a better idea.”
- >You snatch the bratty fluffy out of the pen and follow Sarah back upstairs.
- >She holds the squirming little cunt while you shed the jumpsuit.
- >”Dumb hoomans gif foodies! Pwincess Spawkle wan' sgettis wight now!”
- >You take her back and follow Sarah to her Porsche and get in.
- >”If this little fucker shits all over my car,” she hisses angrily.
- >Princess Sparkle is in your lap, awestruck by the interior as you drive off.
- >”Dis nice vwoomies! Hoomans gif Pwincess Spawkle good sgettis? Pwincess Spawkle wike hoomans!”
- >”Jesus Christ, she's a fucking gold-digger too!”
- >You barely make it out of town before you reach a railroad crossing.
- >The gates are down and a train is barreling toward you, coming from the small railroad yard in the city limits.
- >The growing noise makes Princess Sparkle very nervous.
- >”No wike noise! Make stop! Pwincess Spawkle wike quiet!”
- >”I can't make it stop, you moron.”
- >”MAKE STOP! MAKE STOP! PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE SOWWY POOPIES ON NICE VWOOMIES!”
- >”LIKE FUCK YOU WILL, YOU FLUFFY WHITE ASSHOLE!” she roars back, snatching her from your lap and getting out of the car.
- >Just then, the train lumbers by in front of you, loud as hell.
- >The fluffy brat begins shitting just as Sarah gets her pointed away from the vehicle.
- >”NO WIKE DIS WOUD! DUMB HOOMAN MAKE STOP! PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE BIG SOWWY POOPIES ON DUMB HOOMAN!”
- >A boxcar comes past with an open door, and Sarah hurls the shrieking fluffy into it.
- >You can barely hear the banshee wail as the train moves away: ”NO WAN'! WOUD NOISE! NO CWEAN! GIF SGETTIS! PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE SOWWY POOPIES!”
- >A pissed looking Sarah gets back into the Porsche and slams the door.
- “What happened to getting a shitload of white foals?”
- >Sarah runs a hand through her purple hair while looking over.
- >”Dude, I might be a bitch sometimes, but I wouldn't wish that little shit on my worst enemy, much less make you guys deal with her on a daily basis.”
- >Sarah's heart might be as black as the clothes she wears, but even SHE has standards.
- Author's note: The latest adventures of Ginger_Fig's bratty as fuck Princess Sparkle.
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