Arthur was laying silently, watching his brothers and sisters get milkies from their mummah. Of course he wasn’t allowed milkoes, all he got to num was their poopies! Why? Because he was a poopie too, or at least that’s what his mummah said.
Huffing softly the little brown colt stood up, walking over to the gate that blocked the doorway of the saferoom. He glanced back over his family but they were paying him no mind. Good, it made this easier. He slipped through the bars of the gate with a bit of effort, impossible for a regular foal but a emaciated brown one like himself managed it with only a bit of difficulty.
“Yeah Becky, i’ll be out in a second!” He heard his human mummah call out before hearing the front door slam shut, he had the whole house to explore!
“Heh, heh, spwowing babbeh!” Arthur said happily, prancing about excitedly as he made his way down the hallway and into the living room. He giggled and climbed up some pillows that had been knocked on the floor, eventually making his way ontop of a low sitting coffee table. That’s when he spotted it, his human mummahs ‘nail polish’, he had seen her use it to make her not hooves all pretty! It was laying on it’s side, screw ontop lazily place atop it to keep it from drying out while it’s owner ran outside real quick.
Arthur had a plan, he’d use it on himself to make himself pretty, then his mummah would have to give him milkies! But Arthur wasn’t a dummeh, he knew if he put it on his fluff he’d just be given a bath and have it taken away, that’s why he had to drink it! Make him pretty on the inside! With his plan set in motion the foal knocked the bottle over, cauaing the lid to roll away. Wrapping his mouth around the now open bottle he pulled backwards, lwtting the thick fluid flow into his mouth. It didn’t taste good but it was pretty and therefore by numming it he would be pretty!
Arthur barely made it halfway through the colourful fluid before he whined about stomach hurties. Only a few seconds later and he was throwing up violently, liquid diahrea spewing out his rear another few moments after that. He actually took a fair few minutes to fully succumb to it, having spasaming seisures all while emptying himself from both ends. By the time his human mummah jad come back he was already gone, making a utter mess of the coffee table.
Just had a random burst of inspiration after painting my nails. That and i wanted to get something out while i work on a more involved story. Hope you all enjoyed! 