Pickles woke up from her meger fluffy bed, it was just a glorified dog bed, but it did the trick. She stood up and limped around on her three legs, today was another happy day. She was going a bit gray in her pretty green mane, but she didn’t mind. Daddeh said it was from old age, but Pickles didn’t really understand what that meant, she knew she did at one point but now.. It didn’t matter, today was a good day. She got yummy kibble nummies from her bowl, next to her special friend, George, a pink stallion with a curly mane.
“Hewwo speciaw fwend!” Pickles happily chimed. Looking at the younger stallion.
“Hewwo! Am good bwite time! Nu hab tu be in meany peace any mowe!” He happily chimed. “Stiww not used to habin speciaw fwend yet..” He said bashfully, looking away. He was recently adopted from the shelter, so he was a good bit younger than pickles, but neither of them minded.
After finishing her kibble Pickles decided to trot around the house. It was a plane home, but it did have a china display case. Pickles loved looking at all the pretty plates and cups no one ever ate off of. As she trotted over though she saw something.
It made her.. Sad. She couldn’t explain why. Seeing this pretty item, this container, this pretty thing, made her sad. She couldn’t explain this sadness. Her heart hurt, looking down at her hooves as she tried to understand. Yet no matter how hard she thought, no explanation came up in her mind. Her memories felt thin, like a fine hair between your hands, unable to grasp or hold onto anything. She looked back at the case at the item, frustrated she didn’t understand why she felt this way.. Then it turned into anger, a boiling anger inside her. How DARE This thing make her so MAD. It makes her so so mad, she turns around and decides to give this THING, this abhorrent angry thing sorry poopies.
“Take SOWWY POOPIES!” Pickles yelled out to the thing, shitting onto the glass of the wooden china display case. A torrent of shit puttered out of her ass, all onto the case. Sloping down onto the carpet below it. The smell that hit her nose after the act was horrid, poopies were the worst smell ever! But that’s what this thing deserved, it gave her worstest angrys, so it deserved the sorry poopies.
“PICKLES WHAT THE FUCK?!” Her daddeh yelled out, seeing his fluffy shit all over his stuff, he quickly took off his belt and stormed towards his fluffy.
“Daddeh no- Daddeh pickwes nu mean- daddeh? DADDEH?!” Pickles yelled out as he got closer and closer, each foot step a stomp as he got closer to the green fluffy. He got close enough to the fluffy to whip at her with his belt, the leather of it hitting her soft flesh and causing a nasty mark. And again he whips at her, causing another welt. And another, and another.. Soon Pickles was covered in welts, shivering and pissing and hiccuping as she cried. Timmy looked down at his fluffy, seeing the mess he’s created and dropped the belt. He walked back to the couch where he had been sitting with his girlfriend, drinking coffee, before the morning was ruined. He sat on the couch and covered his face in his hands, speckled in blood. His girlfriend placed her hand on his knee, unsure of what to do. Timmy just let out a soft sob.
“She.. pickles loved your grandma..” He said softly, remembering how well Pickles would talk about Tootie’s grandma-ma. He hated seeing the fluffy he once loved turning into a foggy mess of unclear memories. He sighed as he looked at the mess of a fluffy on the floor, unable to remember the woman she loved dearly, peeping and chirping on the floor as she suckled her hoof.
