The pervert was having a great day.
It was November 1st, and everyone knew what that meant.
It was time for No Nut November to begin.
Not for himself, god no, that was pathetic.
No. It was Not Nut November for a fluffy pony.
The pervert had been walking the streets, hands stuffed deep in his overcoat, yellow teeth sliding back and forth against each other as he ignored the bitter cold and looked for something worthwhile. Fluffies roamed aplenty in his town, so he wasn’t exactly short on test-subjects and victims… but this time, he was looking for something special.
He turned a corner into an alleyway he knew well, and found exactly what he was looking for.
A feral herd had moved in. They’d knocked over a trash acn and begun tunnelling into it, trying to pull out anything they thought might be worth eating, all while a lilac coloured pegasus barked orders at them from afar.
“HUWWY UP DUMMEH HEWD!” He snapped, his tiny cheeks puffed out in rage. “SMAWTY HUNGWY, WAN HAB NUMMIES AWWEADY! YOO NEE’ SMAWTY WEMIND YOO WHY YOO WISTEN TO SMAWTY?!”
He shot a glare at one particular herd member, who the pevert noticed was hobbling along on his two front legs only, his rear ones had been broken and mangled horrifically. They were never going to heal properly.
The rest of the herd also saw the injured fluffy, and redoubled their efforts, tearing into the trash as fast as they could, desperate not to incur the wrath of their Smarty.
“Hey.” The pervert said, walking up to the herd.
“Wha- DUMMEH HOOMAN! DIS SMAWTY WAND! WEABE NAO O-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” The pervert said, crouching down to look the Smarty in the eye. “How would you like some spaghetti?” He asked.
The magic word did the trick. The entire herd, even the ones that had been buried in the trash, immediately perked up.
“Pwease can hab sketties?”
They chanted and muttered among themselves, but the Smarty was the only one whose expression didn’t change to one of hopeful rapture.
“YUS! WAN SKETTIES! GIB NAO, DUMMEH HOOMAN!”
“Oh don’t worry,” The pervert said, standing up again. “I’ve got lots of sketties, more than enough for all of you, for the rest of your lives!”
The herd began dancing in joy, smiling and hugging, some were even crying.
The pervert then sprung his trap.
“But I’m only going to take one of you.”
The herd went silent.
“Onwy one?” The Smarty asked, thinking it over.
“That’s right.” The pervert said. “I’ve got a big warm house with lots of toys and food, and anyone can have it… but I’m only going to take one of you. Now, which one should it b-”
“SMAWTY!!!” The Smarty shrieked immediately, darting towards the pervert and headbutting his leg. “BWING SMAWTY HOME, DUMMEH HOOMAN! SMAWTY HUNGWY! WAN NUMMIES!”
“Are you sure? Only you get to come with me.” He said, flashing a sickly smile at the Smarty and the herd. “And you’ll never get to see the rest of the herd again.”
“So Smawty get nummies 'n toysies… and nu mowe dummeh hewd?” The Smarty asked, processing the complex concept in his peanut-sized brain.
“That’s ri-” The pervert began.
“OTAY!” Smarty immediately yelled. “SMAWTY WEABE DUMMEH HEWD! NEBAH WIKE HEWD ANYWAY, BUNCH’A DUMMEHS!”
“Nu! Pwease nu Smawty!” A mare pleaded, waddling over to him despite her bloated gut. “Am yoo speshul-fwiend, am soon-mummah! Yoo nee’ see yoo babbehs!”
“SHADDUP DUMMEH MAWE!” The Smarty shrieked, hoofing her hard in the face. “SMAWTY HATE YOO, NEBAH WANTED DUMMEH BABBEHS, ONWY WANTED ENFIES WIF YOO!”
The pervert smiled. This Smarty was exactly what he wanted.
“Alright then buddy, let’s go!” The pervert said, scooping Smarty up under one arm. “Say goodbye, herd, because you’ll never see Smarty again.”
The herd looked heartbroken. Not from the loss of Smarty, but because none of them had even been considered to be taken home.
“Wan… wan nummies too…” One fluffy whimpered.
“SHADDUP!” Smarty snapepd, flailing his hooves in the air in a desperate effort to kick the offender in the head. “HOOMAN, WAN WEABE NAO! NU WAN DUMMEH HEWD NU MOWE!”
“Sure thing, you little charmer.” The pervert said, turning and leaving with the Smarty under his arm.
He had everything already arranged at home.
He carried the fluffy home and directly into his very own safe-room. It had all the usual stuff, food and water bowls, a litter-box, plenty of toys… and a few specific additions.
The first was sitting in the middle of the room. It was a small black ring made out of flexible plastic, with a remote-control sitting next to it.
While the Smarty continued to rant and rave and shout demands, the pervert carried him in and grabbed the ring. Ignoring the Smarty’s protests and shouts, the pervert flipped Smarty onto his back, exposing his genitalia.
“WHA DOI-” Was as far as Smarty got before the pervert gripped his dick in one hand and forced the ring over it with the other, jamming it down and squeezing the Smarty’s balls through it, ensuring the ring was firmly wrapped about Smarty’s genitalia.
“There we are, all better.” The pervert said, placing the Smarty on the ground. Smarty fumed quietly for a moment, still feeling the stinging pain of the tight ring clamped around his most sensitive area, but he soon bucked up and got back to his usual attitude.
“DUMMEH HOOMAN! WHY TOUCH SMAWTY NO-NOS?! YOO WAN SMAWTY GIB YOO OWIES OWE SUMFIN?! YOO WAN OWIES?!?!”
“Hey, look at that.” The pervert said boredly, pointing past the Smarty’s shoulder. The Smarty, being of limited intelligence, turned and saw something which made his eyes go wide.
The second unusual thing in the safe-room.
The pervert had, as part of his devious scheming, already purchased an ‘Enfie Pal’ from the store to add insult to injury, and had soaked the poor bitch trapped inside it in mating pheromones (a popular product with breeders and foal-mills) to make her as attractive as possible.
“‘Enfie Paw’?” Smarty read, processing the simple letters slowly.
“That’s right, buddy.” The pervert said. “If you want to have special-huggies, all you’ve gotta do is go hump that box!”
The Enfie Pal in question, a bright pink mare with her tongue removed, mouthed silently at them, seeming to be saying ‘no’ but not a sound could be heard.
Smarty beamed at it.
“Smawty hab speshul-huggies?! Whenebah Smawty wan’?! And nu can say nu?!”
“That’s right, buddy!” The pervert said, giving him a nudge with the tip of his boot, prodding the Smarty over to it. The Smarty took the hint and took off, galloping over to the box and damn near leaping onto it in absolute ecstasy.
“ENF ENEF ENF ENF ENF!” He squeaked before he had even made contacted with the box, his hips furiously thrusting into empty air. “DUMMEH MAWE! NU CAN SAY NU! GIB SMAWTY SPESHUL-HUGGIES, WIKE SMAWTY DESEWBE! ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF!”
The pervert sat back and watched, wishing he had a bag of popcorn with him, as the Smarty furiously humped the Enfie Pal for several minutes, grunting and squeaking away… until he began to slow down.
Something was wrong.
“Wha wwong wif no-nos?!” Smarty squeaked, hips still thrusting automatically into the Enfie Pal, who was silently crying as her raping continued. “Why nu gib gud feews?! Dummeh mawe, dis yoo fauwt! Gib WOWSTEST speshul-huggies!”
Smarty picked up the pace again, but soon tired, panting for breath as his thrusts slowed once more.
“Dummeh… mawe… why nu… gib gud… gud feews…?” He gasped.
“That’s my doing.” The pervert said, reaching out and plucking Smarty by the back of his sweat-soaked fluffy neck, violently yanking him off of the mare and dumping him on the safe-room floor.
“See, I’m going to let you live here, but there’s a condition. You can have food, toys, whatever… but you do not have any ‘good feels’.”
“Shut up.” The pervert said, picking up the remote. He tapped one of the buttons and suddenly the Smarty squealed, writhing around on the floor.
“WHA DIS?! WHA HAPPEN?! NO-NOS FEEW FUNNEH!!!”
The pervert tapped the remote again and the Smarty fell still, panting for breath from the sudden vibration in his junk. Once he’d gotten his breath back, he seemed to actually put the pieces together.
“…YOO PUT FINGY ON NO-NOS!” Smarty yelled, jabbing an accusatory hoof at the pervert.
“FINGY STOP NO-NOS FWOM GUD FEEWS!”
“SMAWTY WAN GUD FEEWS, TAKE FINGY OFF!”
“BUH… BUH SMAWTY SAY SO!”
“Too fucking bad.” The pervert said, tapping the remote again. Smarty squealed as his junk was assaulted by vibrations, all while the plastic ring was cinched so tight around the base of his dick that he was unable to cum. The pervert watched and smiled.
This was what he lived for.
He tapped the remote again after a few seconds, leaving the Smarty to catch his breath once more, while the pervert walked over to the wall. There the Smarty saw the third strange thing in the safe-room.
Hanging on the wall was a calendar showing the month of November. It had originally come with a picture of a bikini girl, but the pervert had gone one step further and went online, found a concerningly high-quality photograph of a fluffy pony mare showing off her rear, her genitalia oozing with juices of various kinds, and printed it off, stapling it over the bikini girl picture.
Now the ‘erotic’ picture was displayed proudly in the room, perfectly visible for the Smarty to look at.
The pervert took out a chunky red felt-tip pen from his pocket and plucked the cap off with his crooked teeth. He drew a circle around the 30th of November, the final day of the month, and then drew a cross over the 1st, the pen squeaking loudly against the filmy plastic of the calendar.
“Okay, here’s the deal.” He said, facing the Smarty. “It’s the 1st of November today, see?”
He pointed at the calendar, tapping the 1st.
“And you see the 30th, down there?”
He tapped the calendar again.
“Every day, I’m going to cross off another day. The 2nd, then the 3rd, the 4th… all the way up to the 30th. Until then, you don’t get to have ‘good feels’. You can have ‘enfies’ as much as you want, but you won’t get any ‘good feels’ from it, no matter how hard you try.”
“Buh… buh gud feews da whowe POINT of enfies!!!” Smarty argued, furious tears in his eyes.
“Yep. But you don’t get to have any until November 30th, buddy.”
“Buh… buh… BUH SMAWTY WAN GUD FEEWS NAO!!!” Smarty wailed.
“Yeah, I know.” The pervert said with a wicked smile. “Too bad, not until the 30th. And if you throw a tantrum about it or upset me, then I’ll use this.”
He brandished the remote like a weapon, and the Smarty cowered.
“Because no matter how nice it feels, no matter how many ‘enfs’ you give it… you are not going to have ‘good feels’ until the time is up, got it?”
Smarty didn’t say anything. Either he couldn’t think of anything to say, or he was scared. The pervert didn’t care either way.
“But hey, buck up, little guy,” He said with a smile. “It’s only 29 more days!”