You don’t know when it started with Bannock.
He was your little baby that could do no wrong and now he’s a rebellious stallion.
Dummeh mumma! ‘Ou no unda’stand fwuffy!
You knew his hormones would affect him eventually, but this sudden change in behaviour into smarty territory, frightened you.
He was still your baby in your eyes and you wanted to help him, but you didn’t know what he wanted exactly, it didn’t help that he would ignore you.
So, you confront him with the sorry stick in hand, a tool you didn’t want to use, but was the only option in this case.
Bannock, mumma wants to know why you’re acting like this. So, could you please-
In an act of defiance he starts screaming.
HATECHU HATECHU HATE- EEEEEEEEEE!!!
You smack his behind with the sorry stick, relieving a bit of anger upon his disobedient ass.
B-Bannock sowwy… nu huwt…
You held back tears, you knew you had to be stern, but he was your baby.
Please Bannock, mumma wants to know why you’re frustrated.
Sniff B-Bannock have huwties…
He points to his chest…
Awww… Bannock, mumma’s sorry that I’m not home oft-
…and to his balls.
Oh…
It was pretty obvious that he wanted special huggies, now you know why a lot of owners recommend neutering them before owning them.
I… uh… I’m not sure how to help you with that…
C-Can Bannock get speciaw fwend?
No, Bannock… I can’t support two fluffies.
Huuuu… nu wike huwties…
You couldn’t get him neutered at this point, he feels that desire and wouldn’t rest until he found relief.
You thought about taking him to a breeding centre, but they only want alicorns.
Maybe a park where he can secretly knock up an unsuspecting owner’s mare, but that seemed like a dick move in the long run.
Or even just a feral fluffy? That seems like a great idea, but he could catch an STD from those little whore-rats.
Then it hit you! Pornography would relieve his pain!
First you had to check if fluffies can jerk themselves off, unfortunately they can’t climax with their hooves, but the people that made the Fuwafuwas made a cheaper sex toy for fluffies.
An enfie-friend.
It was just a silicon-shaped fluffy, with a hole.
You checked online and it was customizable for only 12.99$. You decided to ask to see if he had a certain taste for a mare.
Hab showt haiwsie, babbeh bwue, and be fiwwy!
Filly? An awkward conversation showed that he likes his mares “barely legal”.
…
2 weeks later it arrives in the mail. Luckily he’s still asleep, so you set it up in the saferoom.
It came with all the items chosen from a little sweater to even a god damn gimp suit. There was a spray that made it smell like a mare and a QR code for a free website login for Howny Stawwions.
All that for a minute in heaven…
Once you sprayed the thing, he came running into the saferoom, sword unsheathed and painting like a dog.
Here it is Bannock! Come get-
Before you could even finish, he was on it humping away, yelling:
ENF ENF ENF!!! GUD FEEWS GUD FEEWS G-GUD FEEWS!!!
Right away, you get up and close the door to
give him some privacy.
Time had past, at first it was normal, but then it just got sad. He couldn’t stop enfing it every night, it didn’t help that you had to clean it for him every day.
There was just tons of cum inside the damn thing and the smell was god awful.
You had to limit his use from now on, just so he doesn’t break it or himself. At first he cried and pleaded, but you sternly told him no.
He just went to his bed and wept, you knew this was best for him. An intervention will show the error to his ways
Your mean mumma took away your favourite enfie-toy.
You loved that toy, it had the cute short hair, the sweater, and it was young.
Dummy mumma won’t stop you from cooming.
You needed to leave the house, you knew there were mares outside. If you could get out you could find one, coom, return home, and act like nothing happened.
There was a vent she didn’t know about, it lead to the alleyway. When she was gone you could find a mare and relieve your special lumps.
Once you navigate through the vents and head outside, you see a fluffy limping down the alleyway. A quick sniff reveals that it’s a mare.
You watch as it picks up a little sweater off the ground and heads down the alleyway. She’s perfect.
This is your only chance to coom.
Hewwo pwetty fwuffy…
