Tresspasser (Written By: GreaverBlade) (Art and Fenwick By: Switfbitches)

“OK, you two. Have fun playing in the yard!” Jolene told her fluffies as they made their way out the door to the back patio.

“Cayenne an’ Cweamsicew goin’ ‘spowin’, mummah!” Cayenne told her momma.

“Goin’ ‘spowin’!” Creamsicle echoed from his place upon Cayenne’s back. He was resting on his rump and snuggled in to her fluff.

“Ah’ll be working in my office and will be out to check on you two in a little while. Just tap on the glass if y’all need me.”

“Wiww do, Joween!” Cayenne replied. The flame-maned fluffy began a waddling trot out to the back garden.

“Cweamsicew! Am time fow weawnies! Fiww up finky-pwace! Dis bwight-time, wiww weawn abou’ fwowews an’ make gud poopies outdoows!” Cayenne told her passenger.

Creamsicle began clapping his tiny hooves together, the little colt eager to learn more about the world around him. He’d just become a proper talky-baby a couple days prior, and had just gotten his name. He was eager to learn as much as possible. He wanted to be a good, clever fluffy for mommy-Jolene.

“Wooksie babbeh! Dis am daisies! Dis am toowips! An’ dis biggest fwowahs am Sunfwowah! Sunfwowah hab nummies!”

“Fwowah nummies?!” Creamsicle asked, excited by the prospect of new food.

“Yus! Cayenne wiww gib nummies fo’ Cweamisicew. Cwimb down, babbeh.”

Cayenne squatted down so Creamsicle could slide off her rump. He backed up, let out a little “Wee!” as his tummy brushed against her fluff as he slid. He trotted forward and stood beside her as she nodded to the sunflower seeds on the grown.

“Big fwuffies hab nummies wike dis.” Cayenne leaned forward and carefully nibbled some of the sunflower seeds, popping the shells between her teeth and spitting out the remains.

“Wittew babbeh fwuffies nu hab stwong toofies. Babbeh need hewp.” Cayenne ground her hoof in to a sunflower seed on the ground, cracking the shell.

“Cweamsicew nummie insides!”

Creamsicle looked at the shattered shell and saw the pale tan seed. He carefully reached forward and chomped down on it with this tiny mouth. Biting firmly he was able to munch through the seed.

“Gud nummies!” he exclaimed. “Cayenne gib babbeh bestest nummies!” He chewed and swallowed the rest of the seed.

“Cweamsicew hab mowe nummies, but need odda nummies, too. Oddawise hab wowstest poopies!” Cayenne told him. She cracked open a few more seeds for the tiny colt, which he ate with gusto.

“Cwimb up, babbeh! Mowe ‘spowin’! Fwuffies wiww see fwont pwace!”


Laura was in trouble. She had a shopping bag in one arm, and Fenwick in her other army. Her phone was in her purse, hanging from her elbow. And it was ringing. Laura was, she supposed, a premier breeder, so should expect calls at inopportune times.

“Oooh, Fenwick, I don’t want you to damage your precious hooves on this awful sidewalk. I wish you’d let me put booties on your to keep you safe!”

“Fenwick nu wike booties! Wook siwwy! Fenwick am pwettiest stawwion! Mus’ awways be pwetty!”

“Well, I’ll look for a more stylish pair for you. But in the mean time, I have to set you somewhere so I can take this call!”

Laura looked around as she was stopped in front of a light blue house with a low white picket fence. She heard babbling coming from the rear of the house and getting closer. Looking over, she saw a deep red unicorn mare with an unusual flame colored mane walking around the front. Riding on her back was a cream-white pegasus foal.

“Look Fenwick! There’s some fluffies!”

Fenwick looked where his momma had indicated. That mare! She was very pretty. Not as pretty as Fenwick of course, but definitely a very pretty fluffy. Her tricolor mane was no match for his rainbow, and her dull red had nothing on his shining black coat. And she was just a unicorn, not a pointy-wingy elite like him.

“Oh, that little foal is marvelous! That cream-white fur is so rare!”

Fenwick scowled at his mother. “Fenwick wan’ pway wif fwuffies! Nuw fweinds!”

“Oh, I don’t know dear. Are you sure?”

“Mummah hab take caww. Fenwick wiww pway wif fluffies whiwe mummah talkies.”

Laura leaned over the low fence and let Fenwick hop down from her arms. Her hand now free, she dug through her purse, pulled out her phone and answered the still ringing call. She was quickly lost in her own world.

“Hewwo fwuffies!” Fenwick said, trotting towards Cayenne and her passenger. “Fwuffy am Fenwick. Mawe am pwetty! Wan’ be fwend wif Fenwick?”

Cayenne had never seen this fluffy before. He was very pretty for sure. An alicorn with shining black fluffy, and a long rainbow mane and tail.

“Hewwo Fenwick! Fwuffy am Cayenne an’ babbeh am Cweamsicew!”

“Cayenne am mummah?” Fenwick asked.

“Cayenne nu am mummah. Cweamsicew am bestest fwiend!” Cayenne said.

“Bestest fwiend ebbah!” Creamsicle added.

Fenwick rolled his eyes. An adult fluffy being friends with a baby. Whatever. He’d show them what babies were good for.

“Wan’ pway wif Fenwick? Fwuffies hab nice housies an’ nice gwassies.” he asked.

Cayenne and Creamsicle were elated at the compliments to their home.

“Mummah Joween hab bestest gawden ebbah! Hab nummie fwowahs! Wan’ see?” Cayenne asked.

“Fenwick wub nummie fwowahs!”, he lied. Fenwick only had the best fluffy food. If it wasn’t freshly cooked spaghetti, it was premium wet food from the metal can.

“Fowwow Cayenne an’ Cweamsicew, wiww show bestest gawden!” Cayenne replied. She turned around and started waddling to the back yard along the side of the house.

Fenwick followed, leering as he watched her teats swinging under her, and licking his chops as he caught sight of her special-place as her tail swung side to side.

Laura briefly glanced at the yard as Fenwick followed his new friends. She thought it was nice that he could always make friends everywhere he went.


“Wewcome!” Cayenne exclaimed. “Dis am Joween gawden! Hab fwowahs fo’ pwetties an’ fwowwahs fo’ nummies!”

Fenwick was unimpressed by the simple flower and vegetable garden. He’d seen much bigger when his momma brought him to the fluffy shows.

“Am vewy… kwaint…”, he told Cayenne. Whewe am Cayenne and Cweamsicew mummah nao?"

“Mumma hab wowkies. Nu am hewe nao.” Cayenne said.

“Vewy gud!” Fenwick said.

Cayenne walked around the garden, Creamsicle still on her back, talking about every pretty thing and nummy thing Jolene had planted. Fenwick nodded along, not really listening. He was too busy watching Cayenne, and glancing at Creamsicle and scowling. Momma had said that little baby was rare! Momma only liked rare fluffies. There was no way he was going to let this baby take away momma’s attention from him.


After finishing the tour, Cayenne plopped on her belly in the grass, enjoying the gentle fall sun and the cool breeze. Fenwick gracefully sat in front of her.

“Cayenne am vewy pwetty mawe.” He said. “Cayenne wiww hab pwetty babbehs.”

Cayenne smiled at him. “Fank 'ou! Fenwick am vewy pwetty!”

“Fenwick hab wots pwetty babbehs. Gib pwetty mawes pwetty babbehs aww da times.”

Cayenne was smiling less.

“Cayenne am Fenwick special fwiend noa. Fenwick wiww gib Cayenne speciaw-huggies and pwetty babbehs.”

Cayenne stood up and backed away from Fenwick. “Cayenne nu want babbehs. Cayenne hab hewp babbeh-fwiend be stwong fwuffy! Nu time fo’ babbehs.”

Fenwick snorted. Refusing him? He’d seen it before. It didn’t matter. The other mares had been strapped down at the time. This would just be a little more work.

“Fenwick nu am askin’. Fenwick wiww gib speciaw-huggies to pwetty mawe and hab pwetty babbies. Nu wowwy. Fenwick gib bestest enfies.”

Cayenne backed up further. “Nu! Fenwick bad fwuffy! Nu wan’ speciaw huggies! Nu wan’ babbeh! Hab fwiend! Hab mummah Joween!”

“Fenwick gib enfies. Nu dummeh fwuffy teww Fenwick nu can hab enfies!” He shouted.

Cayenne began to waddle towards the back door, as quickly as she could without dropping Creamsicle. He was enjoying the swift ride on her back, holding to her fluff with his mouth.

Fenwick rushed at Cayenne. He lowered his head and rammed in to her flank. Creamsicle went flying and landed with a soft ‘thud’ in the grass.

Fenwick stood over Cayenne. “Dummeh mawe wiww gib speciaw huggies nao!” He demanded.

Cayenne glared at him, curling her back and hiding her special-place with her hoove. “Nu! Fenwick wowstest fuffy! Hatechu!”

They both heard chirping and peeping from the grass. As Cayenne looked in horror, she saw Fenwick dash over to the little white pile that was Creamsicle.

Fenwick gave Cayenne a sneering grin and pressed a hoof on to Creamsicle. He began to peep and cry even louder. “Cayenne! Hewp babbeh! Weggie has wowstest huwties!”

“Dummeh mawe wiww gib enfies. O’ Fenwick gib babbeh wowstest sowwy hoovsies!”

“Nu! NU HUWT CWEAMSICEW!” She shouted.

“Mebbe Fenwick nu gib sowwy hoovsies. Mabbe wiww gib babbeh enfies and fowebbah sweepies!” he said, his eyes starting to glaze over. Cayenne couldn’t help but notice that his no-no stick was getting bigger and he was shifting himself behind Creamsicle.

“NU! NU HUWT CWEAMSICEW! CAYENNE AM SOWWY! WIWW GIB ENFIES! PWEASE NU HUWT BABBEH!” she shouted at him.

“Fenwick nu suwe. Babbehs am gud fo’ enfies. Untiw fowebbah sweepies. Cowd babbehs nu gib gud enfies.”

Cayenne stood up and turned her backside towards Fenwick. “Pwease nu huwt babbeh. Cayenne am gud fwuffy. Wiww gib enfies…” She raised her rump and began presenting.

Fenwick’s eyes went wide and he stepped away from crying colt on the ground. He moved himself behind Cayenne. His no-no stick was dripping and throbbing now. It always made the enfies better when he hurt another fluffy first.

Cayenne watched as Fenwick reared up behind her, ready to lay atop her and begin thrusting. Just as he was about to drop down, she bucked as hard as she could with both her rear legs; both were right on target. Her hooves slammed directly in to Fenwick’s special lumps. He let out a piercing shriek and fell on his side, curling in to a ball, his front hooves shielding his special place further.

Cayenne turned around and ran at him. She leapt up and landed across him, pinning him in place with her weight.

“Cweamsicew! Teww mummah Joween! Need hewp!”

Creamsicle was still crying, but saw his friend bravely holding the wicked stallion in place.

He lifted himself up on all fours, and immediately fell flat. His front right leggie was hurting a lot. He tried again, and through the tears and pain, he made his way to the concrete patio.

The rough texture scraped at his still soft hooves and as he limped across the coarse surface, he left tiny bloody hoofprints behind him. Finally, he made his way up the shallow ramp leading to the glass door and started tapping his mostly good left leg. The sound was so small even he could barely here it. He stood up again, and with what might he had left he slammed sideways in to the glass, eliciting a small ‘thunk’. He got up and hit the glass again, another ‘thunk’. Exhausted, he charged a third time, and instead of hitting the glass door, he was caught in a warm hand.

“Creamsicle, what are you doing?” Jolene asked him as she scooped him up.

“Cweamsicew hab wowstest huwties mummah!” he said. “Bu’ Cayenne hab biggest twubbew! Pwease hewp Cayenne!”

Jolene saw Cayenne struggling to keep an ornery black alicorn in place. She carefully deposited Creamsicle in to her shirt pocket. He snuggled in the warm space against her breast and softly cried to himself. Momma was here. She would fix everything.


Jolene took a firm grip on the collar worn by the struggling alicorn, and carefully pushed Cayenne away with her free hand. She lifted the alicorn up to her eye level.

“Who the fuck are you?” she asked him.

“WET FENWICK GU! BAD UPSIES!” he shouted at her.

“No way, bucko. Cayenne, who is this guy?”

Cayenne was staring dagger up at Fenwick. “HATECHU! WOWSTEST FWUFFY EBBAH! HATECHU! HATECHU! FENWICK GIB CWEAMSICEW HUWTIES! CAYENNE GIB FENWICK WOWSTEST HUWTIES!”

“He did what now?” she asked Cayenne.

The flame-fluffy took a moment to compose herself. At least as much as any fluffy is capable of de-escalating.

“Fenwick twy gib Cayenne special huggies. Cayenne nu wan’ special huggies. Fenwick gib Cayenne bad hoovsies an’ Cweamsicew go fwyin’ and hab huwties! Cayenne gib Fenwick wowstest special-wumps huwties!”

Jolene went very quiet. Her grip on Fenwick’s collar tightened.

“You tried to rape Cayenne? And when she resisted… you tried to hurt Creamsicle?” She asked him in a low voice.

“Dummeh mawe am pwetty. Fenwick gib aww dummeh pwetty mawes enfies fo’ make pwetty babbehs!” he told her. He was giving her a look like she was an idiot for thinking otherwise. “Mummah Wauwa gib Fenwick mawes aww da times!”

Jolene scooped up Cayenne in to her free arm and carried her inside.

She set Cayenne on the kitchen table, and placed Fenwick in the sink. She started cold water running on him.

“Nu wike cowd!” he shouted. “Tough shit!” Jolene spat back… Fenwick cowered in the sink trying to keep away from the cold water pouring down on him. She carefully extracted Creamsicle from her pocket. Resting in the palm of her hand, she finally realized just how hurt he was.

She placed a paper towel on the kitchen table next to Cayenne, and gently set the little colt upon it. He had stopped crying but his eyes were screwed shut and he was obviously in a lot of pain.

“Ugh… where’s Nikki and Florence when Ah need them. You hang on little man, Ah’ll take good care of you.”

Jolene ran to the bathroom, and returned with a first aid kit.

“Ah’m very sorry creamsicle, but this is probably going to hurt.” She took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured a small measure in to the cap. She soaked the head of a cotton swab and lightly cleaned Creamsicle’s wounded hooves. He gave a loud peep as she touched the stining antiseptic to each hoof, but didn’t start crying again.

“Cweamsicew am bwavest babbeh…” Cayenne said. “Cweamsicew wun an’ get hoovsie huwties, eben when hab weggie huwties. Cweamsicew get Joween fo’ hewp!”

“His leg is definitely broken”, Jolene told Cayenne. “And you say he went across the concrete hurt to get me? He really is a brave little dude.”

“Cayenne wub Cweamsicew. Pwease mummah, gib bestest huggies an’ make Cweamsicew betteh! Nu mowe huwties!”

“Ah’ll do my best, Cayenne. The bleeding has stopped, but he’s going to have to scab over before he can walk again. And we’ll need to do something about his leg…”

She went to the silverware drawer and pulled out a box of toothpicks.

Trimming off the pointed ends, she carefully held one against his broken leg. He wimpered and shrieked as she straighted it out along her makeshift splint. Once positioned, she used small strips of medical tape to hold the leg to the split. Getting the tape off his fluff was a problem for another day. But at least the bone was now set. She gently stroked Creamsicle’s fluff before letting Cayenne take over can nuzzle him. Her gentle cooing, careful hug, and licky-cleaning had him fast asleep.


Once she was sure Creamsicle was out of danger, Jolene returned to the sink.

“Where the fuck did you come from? Why were you in my yard?” she asked Fenwick.

“Fenwick nu hab teww dummeh wady nuffin’!” he replied.

Jolene reached down and flipped over the tag on his collar. She repeated the phone number to herself aloud as she feteched her mobile and dialed the number. Busy signal.

“Great. Ah’ll just leave–”

The phone answering message chimed in her ear. “The voicemail box is full. Goodbye.”

“Or not”, she sighed.

“Give me a good reason why Ah shouldn’t drown you in the sink here and now?” she barked at Fenwick.

He flinched, but stood his ground. Even the cold water running off his back was no longer bothering him. Though he was shivvering.

“Fenwick am bestest fwuffy. Mummah gib Fenwick anyfing Fenwick wan’. Fenwick take wha’ Fenwick want. Fenwick wan enfies, Fenwick hab enfies. Fenwick wan’ gib babbeh sowwy hoovsies, Fenwick gib babbeh sowwy hoovies.”

Jolene continued to glare.

Cayenne piped up. “Fenwick wan gib Cweamsicew enfies! Say gib enfies when Cayenne say nu enfies!”

Jolene leaned in close to Fenwick. He sat on his rump, the water pouring down his back. His erection was a big red beacon between his legs. He had the smuggest look Jolene had ever seen on a fluffy before.

“Fenwick am bestest fwuffy. Nu teww Fenwick what do.”

“You are still horny? You irredeemable piece of shit!” She screamed at him.

Creamsicle woke up and started peeping. Cayenne did her best to calm him.

“You broke my baby’s leg you smug little fucker!”

“Nu cawe. Babbeh am dummeh. Mummah say babbeh am wawe. Fenwick hate babbeh. Mummah wiww onwy wub Fenwick!”

“You hurt him because you’re jealous of your momma? What kind of deluded psychopath are you? We don’t even know you.”

“Nu cawe. Fenwick gib dummeh mawe enfies, and gib babbeh sowwy hoovsies. Maybbe gib babbeh enfies. Babbeh am gud fo’ enfies. Babbeh make best noisies for enfies!”

Jolene was incandescent. She’d met shitty fluffies before. Hell, she had even given Jaime a second chance when she drove him and his herd five hours to Little Miracles. But this fucker? This… thing in her sink was a monster. A baby raper. A murderer.

“So, your momma never tells you no, huh?” She sneered at the stallion.

“Dat’s wite!” he said, starting up at her.

“Well, Ah think it’s time you learned a lesson.”

Jolene carried Cayenne and the again calmed Creamsicle their sorry room and decided to close the door; Something she almost never did.

“Girl, Ah’m about to do something monstrous, and Ah don’t want you and Creamy to hear it.”

“Make fwuffy suffah, mummah!” Cayenne told her.

Jolene gave Cayenne a wicked smile as she shut the door.


“Right, Ah don’t want a big mess, so first we’re going to avoid any retaliation from you.” Jolene picked up Fenwick by his scruff from the sink and switched on the garbage disposal.

“First we have to empty you out.” She lowered Fenwick back in to the sink, steering his tail down the rumbling drawn. It quickly caught in the meshing teeth and began to pull.

“NU! Taiw huwties! Nu gib Fenwick huwties!” he cried.

“Oh, Ah’m going to give you much more than hurties.” Jolene replied. She began to lift him back up. The tail, still caught in the disposal began to rip. First a few hairs at a time, and then larger clumps.

“OWIES! HUWTIES! NU TAKE TAIW! FENWICK WUB WAINBOW TAIW!” he wailed. The disposal kept pulling and Fenwick began to wriggle and panic more.

“Nu! Nu! Nu! Nu!” he was starting to hyperventilate. Then came a tearing sound and the whole tail was ripped from his rear. The sudden shock and pain cost Fenwick control of his bowels, and he defecated in to the sink. At the same time, his still present erection caused him to urinate straight up, in to his own mouth.

Jolene dropped him in the shitty sink and picked up the sprayer, washing down his feces and the last strands of his bright rainbow tail. Once the sink was clear, she turned off the garbage disposal.

“That’s what you are. Pretty colors on a piece of shit!” she barked at him.

Now mostly emptied, Jolene fetched a wine cork and plugged Fenwick’s anus.

“Nu! Nu huwt poopie pwace!”

“Nope. No gonna have you shitting all over my house. Especially with what comes next.”

Jolene dragged Fenwick out, the sopping mess he was and held him down on the counter. He legs were splayed around him. One hand holding him firmly in place, she reached to her container full of kitchen tools.

“Spatula? Yeah. We’ll start with that. This is for trying to rape my friend!”

Jolene held the small plastic spatula behind Fenwick and slapped it hard on to his testicles.

“SCREE! SPECIAL WUMPS! SCREEE!” Fenwick was writhing under her grip, but had no chance of escaping Jolene’s grip.

Jolene kept slapping Fenwicks ‘special-lumps’ until she could see redness from the beating show through his black fluff.

Fenwick was screeching and crying in front of her. Begging, apologizing. “Fwuffy am sowwy! Fwuffy nu gib bad enfies ebbah!”

“Do you think Ah’m stupid? ‘Fwuffy sorry?’ Not ‘Fenwick sorry?’ Man, your momma did spoil you if you think ever human is as gullible as her.”

Jolene gave his testicles one last slap for good measure and tossed her spatula in the sink.

“OK, next up…” Jolene rummaged through her utensil bin again. “Meat tenderizer! Well, Cayenne asked me about trying some fluffy chili. And you look like you’d be tasty.”

Fenwick stared at Jolene, horrow showing through his tears. “Nu! Fenwick nu am nummies! Fenwick am fo’ wub an huggies an’ enfies!”

“Cripes, you are gross” she spat at him. “But yeah, this is for Creamsicle. You broke his leg. I’ll be breaking all of yours.”

Jolene swung the meat tenderizer down on each of Fenwicks legs in turn. She completed a few passes, and then gave each leg a squeeze. He screamed at each impact, and she she felt the bone fragments rubbing together under his hid, he screamed even louder.

“No more leggies. No more running. No more huggies.”

“Hu hu hu… Fenwick am sowwy gib babbeh weggies huwties! Pwease gib Fenwick weggies?”

“Oh, they might heal eventually. But you are a menace, and Ah want to make sure every other fluffy on earth can run away if they see you coming. You’re lucky I don’t just pillow you!”

Fenwick went silent with fear. He scrunched his eyes closed and started begging for his momma. “Mummah… pwease hewp Fenwick… Pwease gib huggies. Nu mowe huwties…”

Immobile, Jolene left Fenwick on the kitchen counter and fetched some more paper towels. Without any thought to care, Jolene dryed Fenwick off quickly.

“Now, Ah don’t want to kill you. Ah want to teach you and your momma a lesson. You get to learn what happens when you are a bad fluffy who hurts other fluffies. Your momma gets to learn what happens when she raises a spoiled, horries, piece of shit fluffy.”

Jolene picked up Fenwick again by the fluff on his back. She set him down on a cold metal box with slots on top. Through his pain, Fenwick felt his no-no stick touching cool metal. He legs dangled uselessly to either side of him.

“This”, Jolene told him, “Is for every baby you’ve enfed and murdered.”

Jolene turned the dial on her toaster to max and slid down the handle. Fenwick felt he no-no stick being squeezed in the metal box. Then it started to feel warm. Then really warm. Then hot.

“Nu! Nu! Nu wawmsies! Nu-nu stick hab huwties! Nu! NU SCREE! HEWP! SCREE!”

“It’s going to get MUCH worse, hombre.” Jolene told him.

Jolene watched in silence while Fenwick screamed, his penis charing in her toaster. Three minutes later, the handle poped up and Jolene lifted Fenwick back in to the sink. She flipped the the switch on her stove hood, hoping to remove the smell of burned hair and grilled meat from her kitchen.

Fenwick wasn’t moving. Jolene could see he was still breathing, but his eyes were dialated and starting in to nothing. His member was a blackened, roasted mess.

Jolene left him in the sink and went to sit with Cayenne and Creamsicle in her safe room.

She gently stroked each fluffy with a free hand, as she pulled up her security camera app on her phone.

“There’s the dumb bitch, depositing her monster right in to my yard.”

Jolene checked the live feed. “The fuck? She’s still out there? She’s still on her phone this whole time?”

Cayenne cuddled closer to her momma. “Bad fwuffy go’ way?”

"Soon, Fire Butt. Ah’m gonna give him back to his mummah. But first Ah need to make a call.


Laura was still on the phone when the police car pulled up and two uniformed officers stepped out. They walked past her and up to the door, ringing the bell.

Laura watched as a woman stepped from the house carrying a plastic grocery bag. The woman pointed to Laura and she and the two officers started walking towards her.

Laura, still on her call, finally excused herself and hung up the phone.

“What seems to be the problem officers?” she asked.

The woman stepped forward. “You, missy, are the the problem. Ah’m here to return something of yours. And these two are here to make sure you don’t cause a scene!” The woman was scowling.

“Something of mine? But we’ve never met?”

“You deposited some trash on my property, Ah’m giving it back to you.” She held out the grocery bag.

Laura looked down at the contents and shrieked.

Fenwick lay inside the gab. He was whispering to himself. “Wan die. Wan die. Wan die…”

Laura reached for Jolene, screaming “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BABY?! YOU BITCH! YOU CUNT! I’M GOING TO SUE!”

Jolene took a step back and placed the bag on the ground. She took out her phone and held it up for Laura to see. She tapped play.

The video showed Laura lowering Fenwick in to Jolene’s yard. It showed Fenwick following Cayenne and Creamsicle to the back. It then showed Fenwick attacking Cayenne and Creamsicle, and the two fluffies fighting back. It then showed Jolene taking Fenwick inside the house.

The first officer looked at Laura. “Ma’am, Fluffies aren’t legally animals. What you did was dump an object on to private property. What the owner of the property does with dumped objects is up to the owner.”

Laura was apoplectic, but the officers kept her at bay.

“Your little monster here. Your little Fenwick tried to rape my mare, and kill my foal. And he bragged about raping other foals. He’s a fucking piece of garbage, and as the woman who raised him, you are even worse garbage.” Jolene shouted in to Laura’s face.

Laura stood there, furious and dumbfounded.

“offifers, thank you for coming out. Ah’ve returned this woman’s fluffy alive, despite being under no obligation to do so. Could I kindly request that you see her off?”

With that Jolene turned around and went back inside her house. One of the police officers picked up the bag containing Fenwick and handed it to Laura.

“Right, ma’am. Let’s not cause a scene. Would you like a ride somewhere?”

Laura looked at the bag in her arms. Fenwick was alive. She could here his “Wan’ die” whispers.

“To… to… a vet, please”, she managed to stammer out. Her horror at the state of her prized breeder finally overriding her rage.

“Can do, ma’am.” The officer opened the door to the squad car and let Laura take a seat. The two policemen then sat in the front and drove off.


Jolene was sitting at her kitchen table with Cayenne and Creamsicle. Creamy was sitting on his rump looking at his broken leg in its makeshift splint.

“Weggies hab huwties! Bu’ mummah help wif wess huwties!” he said. He winced as he put his leg down, but went right back to smiling. He was clearly still in a lot of pain, but he would be OK. He was a tough little foal.

“Cweamsicew am bwavest fwuffy! Cweamsicew fin’ Joween! Cweamsicew sabe Cayenne!” Cayenne told him.

“Cayenne sabe cweamsicew fwom sowwy-hoovies! Cayenne am wave fwuffy!” Creamsicle told his friend.

“You are both brave, smart, loving fluffies. Ah love both of you very much and Ah’m very proud of both of you. You looked out for each other. You are both heroes to me.” Jolene reached her arms out to hug both her seated fluffies at once. She started crying in to their fluff.

“Why mummah hab saddies?” Cayenne asked.

Jolene snorted and composed herself. “Ah almost lost you both today. Ah was so angry when you told me what that horrible alicorn had done. Had tried to do. Ah love you both so much, and Ah never want to lose you.”

“Wub mummah!” the fluffies cried out together. They gave Jolene their biggest huggies.

Jolene released her friends and wiped her eyes dry. “Right. It’s been a day. Who wants spaghetti?”, she asked.

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I love how the story came out!!

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This was a good story! I enjoyed it very much :smiley: Poor little Creamsicle! I thought it was cute that Jolene made him splints out of toothpicks :purple_heart:

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That’s always the case of spoiled pets by its dumb owner, so fenwick was a prized fluffy eh.

To think she was like stuck on the phone that long geez!

That didnt go well :rofl::rofl::rofl: serve him and his owner the just punishment.

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Fenwick got what he deserved, I hope they have to amputate his precious nu-nu stick.

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That spoiled lil shit got what he deserved! Great writing and great story.

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I saw Fenwick and immediately wanted to shove his dick in a toaster. I think I need therapy, but that’s not important!

What’s important is @anon3053411 letting me shove his dick in a toaster and then providing art for the story!

Special thank you for the use of the character!

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Missed opportunity not giving the ol dick a smack with the tenderizer a couple of times. Very entertaining and good otherwise Greaver

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We probably all need therapy. But I was honestly so excited when you asked to use him for a story!! I love how it turned out :3

Laura is rich enough to probably get his dick replaced…dick in toaster part 2!!

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If he doesn’t learn his lesson, he might end up needing his rear half replaced after somebody takes and axe to him.

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While pretending to myself that I’m going to go to bed, an idea popped in my head for an abuse image/comic.

Fluffy dancing on hind legs while wearing a cat headband.

“Dance better and look sadder you piece of shit! I need a million hits on this if I’m going to afford food for you this month!” #sadcatchallenge

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Eh, the attention of the vapid is fleeting. He can still fulfill his role filling turkey basters via anal stimulation, regardless of his desire to be alive or not. From beloved pet to just a source of income supporting her new lovely pet.

Good point.

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As much as I love his colors, I absolutely hate him. Bastard got what he deserved!

I will point out a slight inconsistency, during the scene where the cops show up, the writing does this

Not much of an issue, just noticed it as I was reading and started wondering where the third officer came from and went. Maybe he was Cotton-Eyed Joe?

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Thank you! Fixed.

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Yw! :smiley:

Loved it but I just hate the whole “I can kill/pillow you but I won’t” spiel like seriously you should have just chopped him up and threw the pieces back at her, I mean he’s literally “garbage”"

But yeah nah, that’s just my ¢5 on the issue, other that that absolutely fucking loved it and I can’t wait to see what you come up with next :ok_hand::relieved:

Killing fluffies is specifically not part of Jolene’s character; that’s a specific choice on my part. However, brutalizing them to teach them and shitty breeder owner a lesson is definitely something she’ll do.

Now, if you want something more brutal…

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Bruh, something about the way you write these detailed yet hardcore stories got my neurones feeling some type of way for real :ok_hand::relieved:

Again absolutelyLOVE you’re work

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