“Huhuuuu! Why gib Pinkie hewties?! Am du nuting wo-EEEEEEEE!!”
Tyler smacked her bum with the swatter again. It had been a week since he started this experiment with Pinkie. She had grown by one and a half her old size, making her too big for the paper maze. Which made it much harder for her not to cross over the lines, but it gave him more excuses to relieve his stress on her.
“HUHUUUU! PWEASE DADDEH!! NU MOA HEWTIES!! PINKIE SOWWY!! HUHUUUU!!”
Wack!
“SCREEEEE!!”
He originally planned on making a new maze for her to traverse, but he found it more fun trying to make her go through such as a small maze.
“I told you you’d get hurties if you crossed over the lines!”
Wack!
“SCREEEEE!! PINKIE SOWWY FOA CWOSSIN WINES DADDEH!! HUHUUU! PWEASE GIB HEWTIES NU MOA!!”
“Hmmm… nah.”
Wack!
“SCREEEEEEEEE!!”
“I can keep this up as long as you keep crossing the lines. Now let’s try this again!”
“NUUUUU!!! Nu wan pway dis game nu moa!!”
Brandon sat nearby watching the whole thing. In the beginning, he enjoyed the sight of Pinkie screaming in pain and terror but seeing it for several days straight soon got boring, now he only stayed hoping something different would happen for once. Tyler stood with arms crossed as Pinkie reorientated herself to attempt going through the maze again.
“Now, are you ready?”
Pinkie took a breath. “Pinkie am weady!”
“Then go!”
Pinkie took one step and crossed a line. Tyler came in with a single swack of the swatter.
Wack!
“SCREEEEE!!! NU MOA!! NU MOA!! NU MOA HEWTIES PWEASE!! HUHUHUUUUUU!! HUUUUHUUUUUUU!!”
Brandon shifted in his chair and looked at Tyler.
“Ok, this is seriously getting old now. You’ve been at it for a whole week! Can you just do something else, please?! I’m bored out of my mind over here!”
Tyler let his arm swing down. Brandon had a point; Tyler was finding this less and less fun with each passing day. He sighed.
“We’re done playing, Pinkie.”
Pinkie, suckling on her hoof, looked up at Tyler. “N-Nu moa hewtie gamesie?”
Tyler nodded. “You can go rest in your cage for a bit while I think of another game to play.”
Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief. “Finawwy can gu sweepies! Yay!”
Tyler subtly shook his head. “Don’t push your luck.”
He picks Pinkie up and opens the door. Before he could step out, however, someone was standing there in the hallway. It was Denise, the football player.
“Ah shit!” He quickly hides Pinkie in his pocket, hoping the denim can muffle Pinkie’s protests.
“What the hell was all that screaming?! I’m getting ready for practice, the jarhead’s taking a nap and Nancy is trying to study!”
Tyler needed to think of an excuse fast, Denise, Nancy, and the “Jarhead” were unaware of Pinkie’s presence in the house and Tyler wanted to keep it that way. Most folks didn’t take kindly to animal abuse, even towards an animal that was artificially created in a lab. Tyler knew that he might get kicked out of the house if they caught him torturing fluffies.
“We uhh… we were… umm…”
Brandon cut in. “We were watching a horror movie.”
“Yeah! A horror movie! That’s it!” He turned to face Brandon. “What movie were we watching again?”
Brandon took a second to reply. “Gremlins.”
Denise rose an eyebrow. “You mean the original Gremlins? From the ’80s?”
Tyler didn’t know jack about 80’s horror flicks so he just went with it.
“Yep! That’s the one!”
Denise looked over to Brandon who simply shrugged. He then turned back to Tyler.
“Well try to keep it down. Nancy is studying and Doug is sleeping. I’ll see you guys later.”
Denise closed the door and walked off. Tyler stood there sweating, listening to the sounds of Denise’s heavy footsteps as he went out the front door. To make sure that Denise really was gone, Tyler waited until he heard Denise’s car pull out of the driveway. Once the coast was clear, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Before he took another step, he felt his back pocket get wet.
“Oh shit!” He remembered that Pinkie was still in his back pocket. He quickly stuffs his hand in and pulls her out.
Kaff kaff kaff… “Why daddeh put bestest babbeh in sowwy boxie?! Huhuuu!!” He then realized his hand was covered in piss and shit.
“God damn it!”
Needless to say, he was not happy. Within the next few seconds, he was downstairs in the basement with Pinkie in his fist.
“Bestest babbeh nu wike dawk pwace!”
He opens the cage. “I don’t give a shit!” And practically throws her in. After locking the cage closed, he walks over to the workbench where the house’s owner kept some tools. A decent assortment decorated the wall; various wrenches, hand drills, saws, and hammers sat on nails meticulously placed for specific tools in certain places. But they didn’t interest him… not yet. Instead, Tyler goes through the drawer under the table, inside were a few screwdrivers and small boxes filled with screws of different sizes.
As Tyler searched the drawer, Pinkie complained. “Bestest babbeh nu wike dawkie pwace! Wan gu back tu bwight pwace!! Bestest babbeh hungwy! Bestest babbeh wan skettis! Bestest babbeh…!”
Once again, Pinkie was on a tangent about wanting things. This happened constantly. Usually, he just hit her with the swatter, but that got old quickly.
“…wan mummah! Bestest Babbeh wan bestest miwkies! Bestest babbeh wan…!”
Keeping her still small size in mind, he finds just what he was looking for, a small screwdriver that was about half as wide as his finger. He closes the drawer and walks back to the cage.
“…bestest toysies. Bestest babbeh wan bestest skettis! Bestest Babbeh…!”
He opens the cage door and lifts her out.
“…wan bestest huggies! Bestest babbeh wan nyu housie! Bestest babbeh wan-!”
At this point, he waited long enough. As Pinkie continued her tangent, he angles her for her rectum to face sideways, but in sight… and then rams the screwdriver, handle first into her anus.
Shump!
“SCREEEEEEEEEEE!! POOPIE PWACE HEWTIES!!! EEEEE!! EEEEE!! NU WAN POOPIE PWACE HEWTIES!!! NU WAN!! NU WAN!!”
He immediately pulls it out.
Pop!
“Meanie Daddeh! Tae sowwy poo-!”
Before she could finish her sentence, he shoves the screwdriver back in.
Shump!
“SCREEEEEE!! NU WAN POOPIE PWACE HEWTIES!!! TAE IT OUT!! TAE IT OUT!! EEEEE!! EEEEE!!”
Right in the nick of time, he saw some shit manage to squeeze around the handle, but only a few drops. Pinkie started to wriggle in his hand to try and escape, but Tyler’s grip was too strong for her to overcome.
“WET BESTEST BABBEH GU!! GIB SOWWYEST POOPIE-EEEEEE!!! WOWSEST POOPIE PWACE HEWTIES!! WHY POOPIE PWACE NU WOWK?!! HUHUUU!!”
A grin slowly emerged on Tyler’s face. “Here.”
He rotated his hand on the screwdriver and then tightened his grip.
“Let me help you.” He then gave the screwdriver a sharp twist and Pinkie’s face scrunched in pain.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! HUUHUUUHUUUUUUU!! MUMMAH!! SABE BESTEST BABBEH!!”
Tyler was drinking in Pinkie’s pain for every second she screamed or cried.
“That’s for trying to give me sorry poopies. You’ve been a very bad fluffy, Pinke. So now, we’re going to play a new game.”
Pinkie stopped writhing in his hand for a moment to speak.
“Bestest babbeh pway nyu gamesie?”
Tyler nodded. “That’s right! It’s called…” He adjusts his grip on the screwdriver.
“How much can I make you scream till you pass out?” He suddenly pulls out the screwdriver halfway, causing a great deal of pain in Pinkie’s anus.
“SCREEEEEEEE!! HUHUHUUUUU!! NU MOA!! heavy breathing NU MOA HEWTIES PWEASE!!!”
He then shoves the screwdriver back in.
“SCREEEEEEE!!”
Pinkie begins sobbing uncontrollably from the pain. He then pulls it out again.
“SCREEEEEE!!”
Then immediately shoves it back in again.
“SCREEEEEEEE!!!”
He then begins to rapidly move the screwdriver in Pinkie’s ass back and forth repeatedly. Pinkie was not enjoying herself. She was constantly screaming and crying, with tears and snot falling down her face and dripping onto the floor.
Tyler was really enjoying himself. However, as he repeatedly shoved the handle of the screwdriver in Pinkie’s rectum over and over, shit was starting to build up in her intestine and she could feel it.
“HUHUU!! HAB POOPIE PWACE HEWTIES AN TUMMEH HEWTIES!! HUHUU!!”
Tyler paid no mind to her protests of pain and he started speeding up.
“SCREEEEEEEEE!!”
He accidentally pulled the screwdriver out of her ass completely and…
“EEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Her ass effectively became a high-pressure water hose as shit sprayed from her bowels all over Tyler.
“OH FU-!” Shit spraying his face cut him off and he ends up dropping Pinkie. As she fell to the ground, the shit geyser that was her ass managed to slow down her fall to where she could land relatively safely on the ground unharmed. She then tried to run away, but the screwdriver handle left only able to waddle her back legs like a penguin. Oddly enough, the height she fell from would’ve killed most foals of her size, but her ass firing off so much shit at such high pressure saved her.
“Nee…get way… fwom munstah!” Then a shoe appeared in front of her.
“SCREEE!!”
It was Tyler, he was covered head to toe in shit and he was fuming mad.
“Get over here you little…!”
He reaches down and grabs her. As he brought her up, she complained about “bad upsies” again.
“Nu bad upsies! Nu wan!” Chirp
He brings her to his face as he breathed heavily, almost gagging at the taste of fluffy feces on his lips.
“I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU, YOU LITTLE SACK OF SHIT!!”
“SCREEEEE!!”
The basement door opened, and Brandon stepped through. He was aghast at what he saw; Tyler covered in shit and a mess on the floor.
“I’M GONNA RIP YOUR ASS OPEN AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING ENTRAILS!! AND THEN I’M-!”
“Tyler! Calm down!” Brandon closed the door and ran down the steps over to Tyler.
“You’re gonna wake up Nancy and Doug if you don’t keep it down!”
Tyler was beyond reason at this point. He wanted revenge for Pinkie covering him in shit.
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, BRANDON! I’M GONNA HAVE THIS FLUFFY’S FUCKING ASS ON A PLATE WHEN I’M DONE WITH IT!”
Suddenly the basement door bust open and a man with a military buzz cut stepped through brandishing an M4-esque rifle in his hands.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!!”
