Once again, Robert got up early and went right to the closet.
Honey had fallen asleep in one corner, her face jammed against the two plaster-covered walls in an effort to protect her delicate nose from the horrible smell that wafted out of the closet as soon as the door opened.
Robert grimaced. It was a sorry sight alright.
There was one large turd sitting in the middle of the pee-pad, the one he’d walked in on Honey dropping as he brought her dinner, but there was also what looked like a shotgun blast of turd chunks that had peppered their way all over the mat at some point. On top of that, Honey had clearly trodden in several of the tiny brown landmines, as the mat was covered in dried brown hoof-prints.
Robert took away the empty spaghetti bowl and slammed the door before opening it again, once more startling Honey awake.
“WHA?! WHA D- NU! NU AGAIN!” She cried, as another wet fart ripped from her asshole and a squirt of watery shit jetted out across the pee-pad, staining her fluffy rear a sickly brown.
“Good morning. What will it be today?” He asked.
“MEANIE DUMMEH DADDEH! NU WAN’!” Honey barked, slipping in her own watery shit-stains as she tried to turn and face him, landing with an ‘oof’ on her chin, directly on top of another small chunk of turd.
“C’mon, let’s get this over with, this room stinks.” Robert urged. “What do you want today? Toys? Food? To be cleaned up?”
“YUS!” Honey replied. “HONEY WAN’… WAN’ TOYSIES AN’ NUMMIES AN’ CWEANIES AN’-”
“No. Those are all different things. You only get one thing. Now what is it going to be?”
“BUH… HONEY WAN’!!!” She cried, wiggling her front hooves in a desperate, almost reaching manner.
“Too bad. Now pick one.”
“BUH HONEY WAN’ TOYSIES AN’ WAN’ NU-”
“Done.” Robert replied instantly, picking up the bucket of toys and dumping them carelessly into the closet. A few wooden blocks bonked Honey’s head, which hurt pretty bad, but not nearly as much as seeing her favourite bouncy ball land amidst the scattering of turds all across the pee-pad floor of the closet.
Seconds later, the door slammed shut again.
Honey was so shocked, she couldn’t even speak.
So instead, she simply cried.
It wasn’t fair! Her mama and mama-mama had never treated her like this! Because she was a very special fluffy pony, they both told her so constantly! Any time she wanted food, all she had to do was shout and it was given to her in minutes. If she wanted her toys brought to her, or some new toys entirely, they would be hers after a single scream.
And she never got dirty at all, because she was always given warm soapy baths whenever she wanted them! She probably used the bath more than she used her litter-box!
But now, mama and mama-mama had left her behind with meanie daddy, and he wasn’t nice at all! He never did what she said, he never listened to her screaming or her shouting, and no matter how much she cried, he didn’t give her any attention!
It was just unfathomable!!!
Honey picked herself up with a sniffle and looked around.
Her toys were all filthy.
The floor was covered in so many turds, it was a mathematical impossibility for any of them to avoid landing in at least one. Blocks, foal plushies, balls, they all landed with wet splats as they sank into the numerous brown lumps covering the floor of the closet.
“NU-HU-HU!” She shrieked. “NU WAN SMEWWY POOPIE TOYSIES! WAN GUD TOYSIES! DUMMEH DADDEH, BWING HONEY NYU TOYSIES! NAO!”
As ever, her demand was met with brutal, deafening silence.
Dreading the terror of boredom, Honey located one of her blocks (the toy that had the least amount of shit on it) and nudged it back and forth with her hooves… but she couldn’t do much else with it. She longed to stack more blocks on top of it… but knew that every other block in the room was caked in lumps of her own feces.
Sighing at how unfair it all was, Honey picked herself up and waddled around, looking for something else to do. Eventually she spied one of her rubber balls, which was at least half-smothered in shit. She jabbed at it with her hoof, which sent the ball rolling for a second until it’s shit-covered surface stuck to the ground and halted it in place… at which point Honey noticed the shit had also transferred itself to her hoof.
“NU! NU WAN POOPIES ON HOOFSIES!” She wailed, angrily swatting at the ball. It flew through the air for an inch or two, hit the plaster wall of the closet, bounced back (after leaving a brown stain on the wall) and thudded hard into Honey’s nose (leaving another brown stain there too). A second later, a droplet of warm blood trickled out of her nostril.
“NU! NU OWIES! DUMMEH TOYSIES!” She snarled, kicking at her blocks and stomping harder than usual on her plush foals. All this helped with doing, however, was covering her hooves with even more shit, as well as scattering her toys around the very small room.
As Honey continued to throw her tantrum, hoofing and kicking all of her toys around, she accidentally stepped on one of her blocks and tripped, which sent her tumbling backwards and face first into the puddle of watery shit she had released that very morning.
“BWUAH!” She gasped, pulling her face out of the puddle, her nostrils filled with the cloying scent of a bathroom disaster. “NUH… GUH… NU WAN POOPIE-WAWAS IN NOSEY! GET OWT! OWT!”
She shook her head violently from side to side, trying to shake the brown water out as fast as she could, but this only helped in disorienting her. As she flailed and thrashed, she staggered to one side, stepped on one of her bouncy rubber balls, and was sent tumbling onto her side as more rock-hard lumps of shit became embedded in her once-pretty golden yellow fluff.
“NU! NU AM POOPIE FWUFFEH! GIT OFF OF HONEY! GIT OFF!!!”
She began violently shaking herself around like a dog, but the turds were stuck fast in her thick cotton-like fluff, leaving her unable to remove them.
Finally, after several minutes of violent shaking, Honey collapsed onto her belly, whining and sobbing at her situation.
Her stomach let out a violent growl, and she cried even harder.
“Sh-shaddup dummeh tummeh…” She mewled. “Honey am hungwy too… buh nu hab nu nummies!”
For a brief moment, she considered eating some of the shit in the room, which would kill two birds with one stone… but the very thought made her want to vomit, and so it was quickly abandoned.
Instead, she simply lay where she was for several hours, openly crying in abject misery.
No food, shit-smothered toys, no FluffTV… what had she ever done to deserve this?!
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