It had been over a week since the pervert had picked up the Smarty, and every day had been hell for the wretched little creature.
He would hump, he would grind, he would mash his hooves against his no-nos and rub them until he was sore, but nothing he did changed anything. He was still left with a throbbing, aching, gnawing need to finish what he’d started and reach the plateau of ‘gud feews’… but it never came.
Or rather, he never came.
The pervert checked in on him constantly. He filled his food and water bowls, and always made sure Smarty had plenty of toys to play with, he even made sure the Enfie Pal was eating properly too (whether she wanted to or not)… but every day, Smarty demanded the pervert remove the cock-ring, which the pervert would refuse every time.
Smarty had tried giving the pervert sorry-poopies, but that just resulted in the vibration setting being left on for a full hour as punishment, violently rattling the fluffy pony’s fragile body with it’s intense vibrations, while overstimulating his dick to the point of madness, as no matter how good it felt, Smarty still wasn’t able to climax.
So he had turned to asking politely, adding ‘pwease’ to his sentences.
Still the pervert said ‘no’.
Smarty then moved on to begging, but still the pervert refused to budge.
…and this was all by day 5.
At day 10, the pervert entered the safe-room and found the Smarty lying dejected in the middle of the floor, huffing and puffing as he sulked in his misery.
“Wan gud feews… dummeh hooman nu gib… nu faiw… Smawty say wan… Smawty get wha Smawty wan… dummeh hooman…” He sobbed to himself.
So the pervert decided it was time to kick things up a notch.
He carried Smarty’s food bowl out of the room and took it to the kitchen like he did every day, but this time he did something different. Instead of just filling it with a few cups of kibble and a splash of water like usual, he instead reached into the cupboard and withdrew something he’d been waiting on using ever since he’d gotten this idea.
He held in his hand a white plastic bottle with a child-proof cap, with a label on the side which read ‘FLUFF-IAGRA’. According to the label (and the breeding website that sold it to him), the bottle contained a powder which, when mixed into a fluffy’s food, would induce a state of incredible arousal in males in order to encourage breeding with suitable mares. They’d be rock hard for hours on end, and would fuck as much as they possibly could until they finally gave out from exhaustion.
The pervert smiled as he opened the bottle and spooned out a heap of the white powder, dumping it into a drinking glass. He filled the glass with water and let the powder mix with it while he filled the food-bowl with kibble. Once the bowl was filled, he poured the water over the lot, letting the spiked liquid soak into the rock hard chunks of food.
The pervert smiled his sickly, yellow-toothed smile that every pre-school in the country knew too well.
This was going to be fun.
He carried the food-bowl back into the safe-room and put it down next to the Smarty, who didn’t even notice. He simply lay where he was, continuously mumbling to himself in pathetic misery.
“Nu faiw… nu wan dumme housey nu mowe… just wan’ gud feews…” He sniffled. “Gib owies to dummeh hooman… if nu gib gud feews back… nu faiw… Smawty jus’ wan gud feews…”
“Hey dumbass.” The pervert called, startling Smarty out of his babbling. “Eat up already.”
Smarty snorted in his direction but heaved himself up and began tucking into his bowl of food, spilling some of it on the floor as he did every day. The pervert noticed that Smarty didn’t so much ‘eat’ as much as he did slam his face into the bowl and attempt to hoover up the food with his mouth. By the end of eating he had more food on him than in him.
But soon enough it was over and the Smarty sat down to paw at the lumps stuck to his face fur. The pervert watched, counting the seconds, until it happened.
Smarty’s eyes suddenly went wide.
“Eep! Wha-?! Nu!” He wailed, as the pervert saw his tiny fluffy pony cock suddenly eject out of his body with astonishing firmness. “Nee’ gud feews! GUD FEEWS!” Smarty wailed as he scampered around the room, running in a circle, tears pouring out of his eyes as a searing heat shot through his genitalia, igniting a desire buried deep in his animal mind to do exactly one thing: fuck.
The pervert watched, and snickered. It was fucking pathetic. It had only been ten days, and already this worthless creature was willing to sell it’s soul just to cum once.
Finally, Smarty caught sight of his Enfie Pal, and immediately bolted over to it, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he felt his cock straining against the ring that had been forced around it. Once more he tackled his Enfie Pal and began furiously ploughing into it, slamming his hips into the plastic box so hard the pervert was actually worried the Smarty might injure himself.
“ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF…”
The Smarty pounded at the box with everything he had, but it still didn’t change anything. The ring around his dick was too tight and still wouldn’t let him cum. No matter how violently he thrusted, no matter how loud he screamed, he was still incapable of ‘gud feews’.
The pervert smiled, and left the room. He had more important things to do than watch one fluffy pony rape another.
He returned some hours later to refill the food and water again, and found the Smarty was still at the box, but his demeanour had changed. His fluff was soaked with sweat, his voice was horase, his shrieking 'ENF’s had become wheezing 'urf’s, his violent thrusting had slowed to weary thumping of his hips against the box. Although the pervert noted the Smarty’s dick was still rock solid and dripping… but it made no difference. The cock-ring had squeezed down tight enough to prevent any ‘results’ from occurring.
The pervert watched again for a little while, amused at how desperately the Smarty kept humping the Enfie Pal’s box, and how little effect it had on relieving his aching need. At long last though, he gave up, or rather his body did, as the Smarty keeled over backwards with a wheezing ‘HEEEEE’, slamming onto his sweat-soaked back.
He lay still on the ground, his chest heaving as he sucked down lungful after lungful of air, his cock still concerningly erect.
The pervert just laughed, and departed.