“Remember Sif, behave yourself!” Called out the handsome young blonde man after he let the deep blue unicorn off of his leash at the fluffy park, the stallion running away excitedly and calling back, “Okaeh Daddeh! Sif wiww be good!”, but Xander paid no attention, as the dumb fuck had turned his attention to the smoke show of a blonde that had asked about his fluffy, his attention now focused on looking at her eyes and not her tits.
Sif wandered toward the farthest corner of the park, which had rudimentary protection from birds of prey while also allowing sunshine in, using a net similar to enclosures one may find at the local zoo with the holes being much closer together. Sif sniffed around for a moment before grinning widely and finding his favorite purple ball hidden in a bush where he’d put it last week, on their previous visit. He gently rolled the ball out with his hooves but practically flew into the air, shitting himself in a very literal way when he heard “Hewwo! fwuffeh wanna be Hewsheeh Squiwt’s nyu fwiend?”
Sif turned around quickly, the ball rolling away forgotten as he came face to face with…a poopy fluffy? Upon seeing the horn on her head and the wings on her back, his indignation grew stronger, who did she think she was? Asking him to be friends? He was the most handsome, beautiful fluffy ever, why would he be friends with a poopy fluffy who was also a monster to boot? He opened his mouth to ask her this exact question before he felt something funny on his no-no stick, a quick glance toward his dad revealed that Xander was putting the charm on full blast trying to bang the blonde, who seemed to be equally interested.
His dad had always told him that he couldn’t have special huggies or a special friend because he was “The cutest little sociopath ever.”, Sif didn’t know what that meant, but now was his chance, this feral must have wiggled under the fence, he grinned at the feral fluffy he now knew was named Hershey Squirt, “Sif has a bettew idea, does poopi- does Hewsheeh Squiwt wanna be sif’s speciaw fwiend an’ get speciaw huggies?” He asks in a falsely kind voice. Hershey Squirt’s eyes lit up and she began to gallop in circles and hop excitedly “Does Sif weawweh wanna be Hewsheeh Squiwt’s speciaw fwiend an’ hab babbehs an’ be a Daddeh?” She asks excitedly, tapping her hooves on the ground in anxiety.
Sif, being the cold hearted shit head that he was, grins and nods eagerly, “Sif wiww be da bestest Daddeh, nu wet Sif hab speciaw huggies.”. Hershey Squirt doesn’t hesitate, dropping her front legs and lifting her tail teasingly, Sif wastes no time in mounting her and going to town, the sounds of “Enf…enf…enf” coming from the bushes, Hershey Squirt’s eyes watered a bit, why was Sif being so rough, she thought special huggies were supposed to feel good, but the idea of tummy babies was too tantalizing to let her back out, so she simply allowed him to continue. Finally, after a few minutes, Sif cried out “Gud feews!” and impregnated the mare, breathing heavily as he dismounted her. Suddenly he heard Xander calling for him, “Sif! Time to go buddy! Dad’s got a date!”
Sif panicked, attempting to scramble out of the bushes as Hershey Squirt’s tail wagged excitedly, “Sif has a Daddeh an’ housie? Hewsheeh Squiwt nevew have housie!” She exclaims, scrambling behind Sif, who panicked, seeing Xander walking toward him, luckily the blonde haired horn dog was too busy staring happily at the new phone number in his phone with the name “Stacy”, he was totally gonna score tonight. While Xander was distracted with his phone, Sif turned and gave a swift smack with his hoof to Hershey Squirt’s nose, she chirped in pained surprise and fell back into the bush, “Nu! Hewsheeh Squiwt am ugweh poopie munstah, nu come tu housie with Sif!” He snapped, the mare’s eyes brimming with tears of pain, and now both physical and emotional.
Xander finally got to the bush, “There you are, come on little dude, dad’s gonna get laid tonight.” Xander says, bending down to scoop up Sif, who smiled innocently. Xander froze however as he heard soft “Hu hu” noises from the bush. He held the Guinea pig sized Sif in one hand and with the other, moved the bush branches aside to see the mare, “Who’s this Sif?” He asks, looking down at his fluffy with a smile that didn’t reach his bright green eyes, Sif gulped comically loud and stammered, “S-sif nu knu dummeh poopie munstah, sif was pwayin’ wif baww.”
Xander chuckled and nodded understandingly, Sif grinned, thinking he’d outsmarted his dad. “So is that why your cum is coming out of her?” Xander asks with that same smile of barely contained rage. Sif shook but stayed silent as Xander reached down and gently scratched the now pregnant belly of the mare, “Hey little lady, what’s your name?” He asks soothingly, Hershey Squirt leaned into his pets, “F-fwuffy am named Hewshey Squiwt.” She says shakily as Xander gently lifts her up.
“Now now, that’s not a good name, that’s a mean name! How about I call you Twix?” He suggests, associating her brown coat and lighter brown mane with his favorite munchies snack after a nice fat blunt. “Twix wub new namesie! Twix wanted to gu to housie with Sif but Sif gabe Twix sowwy hoofies and cawwed Twix a poopie munstah.” She admits as Xander raises a brow at the shivering Sif, “Is that right? Well I’ve got good news for you little lady, you’re coming home with us, and you’re gonna get to share your safe room with Sif!” He exclaims, causing the mare to begin hopping and yelling with joy. Sif looked aghast but didn’t say anything as Xander put him in a car seat in the back and placed Twix up front in the passenger seat where he normally sat. Xander sighed as he began to drive home, bang the blonde first, figure out what to do with Sif later…foals he could deal with later as well, he didn’t wanna kill them, the colors were bad but he was sure he could find some hugboxer that would wanna take them…but for now Twix could enjoy her new home.
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Thanks for reading, this is part one of a new series I hope to continue. For now I’m unsure whether Sif should have a redemption arc or whether he should keep being a little shit who gets what’s coming to him, feel free to leave suggestions!