Pickle Homer, Amateur Farrier

>be me, bonky the horse
>with my friend, pickle homer
>my hooves have grown out
>he's going to take a crack at filing them down
>he calls me over
>he tells me to throw a hoof up
>he begins scraping it out
>something down there is getting kind of hot
>i ask him if he's taking a little too much off the top
>he says "umm. no."
>i feel like he's too much off the top
>i am feeling sharp, stabbing pains now
>like someone is viciously and purposefully stabbing me
>"are you viciously and purposefully stabbing me?" i ask
>he says "no. don't worry about it."
>i feel like someone is carving me up to inflict the maximum amount of damage possible
>i look back at him
>he's carving me up to inflict the maximum amount of damage possible
>he says "don't worry. i'll fix it."
>he heads to his blacksmith station
>he starts making me some metal shoes to correct my mutilated hooves
>he calls me over
>he tells me to throw a hoof up
>he puts the first shoe on
>it's blazing hot
>i scream
>my feet are on fire
>he starts hammering nails in
>he's haphazardly hammering nails into my hooves
>my hooves are all in pain
>my legs are all weak
>i start falling over
>he doesn't notice
>i try to get his attention
>he doesn't see me
>i panic
>i try to kick him
>he doesn't care
>i just lay there and can't get up
>he finishes
>he calls to me, distantly
>his eyes are dark
>his emotional countenance, remote
>he asks me how i feel
>i tell him it hurts
>i tell him it hurts so bad
>he tells me that it's supposed to hurt
>he tells me to stop being a pussy
>he gives me a drink
>he says that i look good now
>i say that i'm dying
>he says he just spent 4 hours fixing my feet and he can't waste any more time on them
>i'm on the floor
>my hooves are cracked and split
>my hooves are oozing black blood
>my legs are covered in deep lacerations
>he sends me home
>the other horses help me hobble to my room
>i tell them what happened
>they ask me if i like it
>i say "no."
>they tell me that it's beautiful
>i cry
>i crawl into bed
>i dream of a time when my hooves were beautiful and new
>i pass out
>i wake up
>i taste iron
>i have soaked the bed in blood
>i cry out to my friends, the horses
>i cry out to my friend pickle homer
>i look around
>the horses are all around me
>pickle homer is watching from the doorway
>they are chewing on my legs
>they are eating me
>i am being eaten by my pony friends
>i cannot move
>my body is paralyzed in fear
>i am being eaten alive!