I haven’t written a story in almost twenty years but after lurking around here for a couple of weeks I felt compelled to contribute something to the community. Any advice is appreciated.
A middle aged man sits behind a large mahogany desk in a well appointed home office with a look of disgust and weariness etched across his face. He drains the last sip of brandy from a crystal snifter, taking no pleasure in the act. He grunted as he pushed away from the desk and stood up slowly with his empty glass in hand.
“Maybe the next one will taste better.”, he thought as he made his way across the office to a large wooden globe. With the flick of a concealed switch the top half of the globe opened and slid into the base revealing a small yet well stocked dry bar and appropriate crystalware. In years past he had been amused by such novelties but now few things brought him even a hint of pleasure. He poured another brandy, closed the globe and walked slowly yet purposefully back to his desk. Another grunt escaped as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, he swirled the brandy around the glass before setting it aside. A small wave of shame, no embarrassment, ran through him as he opened a large drawer in the bottom of the desk and gently pulled out a fluffy.
A pillowed adult stallion, undersized yet healthy and well fed, was attached to a special bed/base by hidden tubes which emptied the contents of it’s bowels and bladder into the base. It made for easy cleaning, limited odors, and robbed the fluffy of it’s ability to piss and shit but left it permanently attached to the bed. Two bottles were hung in front of the stallion, one with water the other with a slurry of vitamins and nutrients, from a stand attached to the bed.
The earthy was a garish shade of teal with long, curly magenta mane and tail. It’s eyes were closed as it suckled at the nutrient bottle quietly.
He sat the pony and it’s attached bed in the middle of his desk and moved the food and water stand out of it’s reach. Only with it’s meal interrupted did the fluffy open it’s eyes and acknowledge the human.
“Duh-duh-duhaddy? Nue wikey brite wights.” The pony blinked slowly as it’s eyes adjusted from the dark drawer to the warmly lit room. The man gazed into the fluffy’s large bronze eyes. Like doll eyes but wet, he thought.
“Fwuffy want numies.”, the pony started.
“Fwuffy scared of dawk. Nee huggies. Duhaddy wuv fwuffy? Duhaddy gib sketties?”, and so on and so on. The man ignored the fluffyspeak and turned the base around so that the pony’s rump faced him and lifted it’s tail over it’s back. He secured the tail in place with a hair clip and took a moment to appreciate the pony’s larger than average testicles. The bed presented them just so and the fluffy’s scrotal sac was carefully shaved down to it’s sensitive skin. The pony turned it head as best it could, pleading with it’s eyes but before it could vocalize…
FWACK! The man flicked the fluffy in the nuts. Hard. The fluffy squealed,
“Nue hwrt fluffy’s no-nos!”
FWACK! Again the man flicked the fluffy in the nuts. The fluffy cried out in pain without words and began sobbing. The man reached for his brandy, swirled it around the snifter, and inhaled it’s perfume. He detected a hint of apricot and took a sip.
FWACK!
“SQUEEEEE!”
FWACK!
“REEEEEE!” He took another sip and thought he tasted a touch of vanilla.
FWACK!
“NWUEEEEEEEEE!”, the pony screeched. The man felt the corners of his mouth curl up into the vaguest hint of a smile and he leaned back in his chair. He swirled the brandy again as he contemplated the fluffy’s scrotum and drank in it’s futile sobs. He leaned forward with a little enthusiasm and took a simple no. 2 pencil out of the top drawer in the desk.
“Fwuffys nee huggies an wuv.”, the pony begged.
FWACK!!! The man flicked the fluffy in the nuts with the pencil.
“EEEEEEEEEEEP!”, the pony squealed. The man took another sip of brandy and his smile slightly broadened. And so it went until the glass was empty.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
The man poured another glass.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
And another.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
FWACK!!!
“REEEEEEEE!”
Sip.
The man drank five rounds like this, two more then usual. At the end of which the fluffy was a sobbing, drooling, shaking lump with purple and green bruised and swollen testicles. The pony could only cheep like a foal but it’s voice was all but spent from crying and screaming. The man, feeling downright giddy, almost jumped up from his desk and put away his glass. He took a moment to collect himself and straighten his office before he turned to the still cheeping pony on his desk. The smiling man unclipped the fluffy’s tail and filled up it’s food and water before reattaching the feeding stand to the base. Carefully, almost reverently, he lifted the fluffy and base and placed the setup back in the bottom drawer of the desk. The fluffy looked up at the man pleading for something it didn’t understand and the man just smiled as he shut the drawer.
“Daddy love fluffy.” he whispered just before he left the office.