Call of the Jellenheimer
Chapter 12
Ricky let the new pink feral into the bathroom where he showed her the litter box. She immediately went potty and got licked clean by stumpy, who Ricky rewarded by putting a cigarette out on the stallion’s nose. The creature winced in agony but refused to cry, he knew full well that his punishment would be far worse if he let out so much as a whimper.
“Now, let’s give you a name.” Ricky said as he filled the tub with warm, soapy water. The feral rescue was in dire need of a bath. “I’ll call you Pop Tart. No idea why.”
“Wawa bad fow fwuffy!” She whined as he picked her up and dunked her into the tub. He scrubbed her roughly, making sure to get out all of the built up stains and grime that had caked to her fur over the years. He ignored her cries and plunged her under water to shut her up.
She coughed and gagged as he let her up for air. She was about to cry out in protest before he dunked her under water again.
“Don’t you dare complain, or daddy will beat you good!” Ricky said as he pulled her from the tub to dry her off with a towel.
“Huhuhu!” She cried despite Ricky’s warnings. “Fwuffy no wike wawa, dummeh hoomin!”
“Oh, a smarty, eh?” Ricky said with an evil grin. “SHUT YOUR SPOILED FUCKING MOUTH!”
He proceeded to slap her several times across her dripping wet face. He shook her by the scruff before clamping his hand around her neck and choking her as he gazed into her eyes.
“You will listen to me and ALWAYS do as I say, got it?” Ricky growled threateningly. “Otherwise you’ll get worstest hurties!”
The mare shivered as he continued to dry her off.
“Alright, come here Stumpy.” Ricky said with a chuckle. “Come give Pop Tart enfies… ohhh wait, that’s right. You cant! Hahaha!”
The brown three legged stallion looked down at the ground in shame.
“But hey, I’ve got a surprise for you!” Ricky said excitedly as he reached in his backpack.
“Sewpwize fow Stumpy?” The little pony asked meekly as his tail began to wag.
Ricky pulled out a box with a black panther on it. It read “100 fire poppers” in bold red letters on the front. He took one out and grabbed some dental floss. He tied one of the poppers to Stumpy’s little penis and lit it with his cigarette.
Stumpy looked confused until suddenly…
POP!
SCREEEEEE!!!
Stumpy reeled in pain as Ricky laughed so hard his abs hurt. He pounded the bathroom floor with his hand as he tried to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Stumpy desperately tried to comfort himself by licking what remained of his shredded penis. It had been blown completely off. The little pony wailed in agony, his cries wavering as his quaking body shook with each breath.
It was music to Ricky’s ears.
“Man that was awesome.” He said to himself. “Here lets do one more.”
This time he shoved the firecracker into the exposed ear hole where he had cut off Stumpy’s ear. The pony desperately struggled to escape but Ricky’s grip was fiercely strong.
POP!
The firecracker blew out Stumpy’s ear canal, deafening the creature on that side for life, what little he had left.
“Ok ok, one more.” Ricky said, still laughing.
This time he shoved the firecracker deep into Stumpy’s shivering little sphincter. This one would probably kill the creature. Oh well. He had fulfilled his role for long enough. Soon Ricky would have a fresh batch of foals to play with. Since Stumpy was the father, some of them were sure to be brown little turds like their father.
POP!
SCREEEEEEEE!!!
Stumpy’s anus blew apart and sprayed smoking blood and shit all over the wall behind him. The pain was immeasurable as stumpy dragged himself around the bathroom, squealing like a wounded rabbit until finally laying in the corner before going into shock.
“Glorious.” Ricky sighed with sadistic pleasure. He then cleaned up the mess and turned out the light, leaving Stumpy to die a slow and agonizing death.
He went into the living room and saw that Rocket had already gotten to work impregnating Pop Tart. She tried to escape him, but he held her neck scruff firmly with his teeth, growling as he forced himself onto her.
“Good boy, Rocket!” Ricky cheered. “Give her good enfies, whether she likes it or not!”
“Nu wan!” Pop Tart protested. “No wike hurty enfies!”
“SHUT UP!” Ricky shouted, kicked the mare hard across the face. He knocked her out of Rocket’s grip, his erect penis wobbled As he chased after her and mounted her again, humping her wildly as he ravaged her.
Punky just watched, slowly swishing her tail back and forth as she lay on her side, her pregnant belly protruding outward as she breathed heavily. She was due in about a week as long as she kept eating spaghetti.
“That reminds me.” Ricky said as he headed for the kitchen. He made spaghetti for dinner again and this time put three bowls down.
He even toasted some bread. He buttered it and sprinkled on some garlic salt for cheap garlic bread. It went great with the spaghetti, that and an ice cold beer.
Soon he was relaxing with his feet up on the recliner, listening to his punk rock station and reading one of his veterinary books. That was when he heard the news.
“Police are on the lookout for a suspect believed to be responsible for the recent death of a female motorist and an injured delivery truck driver. A local dashcam caught the man crawling under the woman’s car shortly before the accident. Further investigation showed that her brake line had indeed been cut.”
Ricky’s heart pounded rapidly as he heard a knock at the door. It was the police, there to arrest him for murder. It was all over in a flash.
Ricky hoped they served spaghetti in prison…