"Tales of a Fourth Grade Abuser" 1* by Splinter17 {FB ID: 6253}
>be 10 years old
>by yourself at home after school
>Mom’s at work
>you’ve never met your dad
>no siblings
>be outside in the front yard, playing with your handheld Nintendo, but bored out of your mind
>you wonder if Legend of Korra is on
>you like that show
>“Wook! Hooman!” “Wan’ daddy!” “Hungwy, wan’ nummies!”
>Wat?
>Look up
>a trio of fluffy ponies, two white pegasi and one purple bloated pegasus, are waddling over your front lawn to you
>well, the purple one is being rolled over to you
>they’re so cute!
>“Pwease wuv fwuffies! Mumma need daddy fo’ babehs!” “Wan’ pway?” “Fwuffy need nummies!”
>you smile
>you haven’t had fun with a pet since your fluffy died a few months ago
“You three are the cutest things ever! Come here, I’ll be your new daddy.”
>they’re so happy
>“Hooway!” “Fwuffy wuv daddy!” “Yay!”
>you take them to the back yard, carrying the unicorn while the pegasi walk
>you’re going to have so much fun!
>you place the pregnant mare down, and look at the three fluffies
“So guys, what do you wanna do first?”
>“Fwuffy hungwy!” “Fwuffy wan’ nummies!” the two normal-sized fluffies reply
>the bloated mare yawns cutely. “Wan’ sweepies…”
“Alright then, I’ve got just the thing. You two, wait here, okay? I’ll bring something tasty for you.”
>“Otay!” the two reply as you pick up the pregnant mare
>you simply place her on a lawn chair, and head inside your house
>you enter your garage from there
>now where is it…
>ah-hah! found it!
>you come back outside
>the white fluffies seem to be playing a rousing game of hide-in-plain-sight-and-seek
>the purple dam is sleeping on the lawn chair, snoring cutely
“Okay you two cuties, I’m back! And I’ve got yummy food for you!”
>“Nummies, nummies!” “Gif food pwease!”
>you take the object in your hands
>“Huh?” “Wat dat?”
“This is the food tube, guys! I’ll put in your mouth and pull the trigger, and you’ll have a mouthful of yummy stuff!”
>the stupid fluffies don’t know any better, seems legit
>you sit down and let the white fluffies line up for “food”
"Okay now fluffy, open wide and say “Aaaaah.”
>the fluffy complies, opening up her mouth and saying “Aaaaah!”
>you stick the glue gun in her mouth and pull the trigger
>she gets a mouthful of white-hot clear stuff that burns her mouth and tongue
>she tries to back off, but you hold on her to neck to keep her still
>you let her go after a few seconds
>she runs in circles and whines in pain and tries to spit up the glue burning her, but her mouth won’t open
>how funny! you laugh out loud
>not a creepy evil laugh either
>this is genuine happy laughing, you haven’t had fun like this in a while
>the unfed fluffy looks both confused and scared as her sister runs around, her screaming muffled and trying to spit up the glue in her mouth(and failing)
>“Wh-wha? Wha happen? Sissy no wike foodies?”
“Oh, she’s just being silly. Here, have some!”
>though nervous, the fluffy opens up when you command her to
>you hold her neck, put the glue gun in her mouth and fire
>once again, a fluffy gets a mouthful of red hot glue
>this one barely has time to scream before the hot glue scorches her mouth and tongue
>now you have two white fluffies with their burned mouths glued shut
>running around in random directions in a panic
>sobbing and making moaning “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” sounds
>you roll on the ground laughing
>this is funnier than the Annoying Orange!
>reminds of you of good times with your old fluffy
>this goes on for a few minutes before the fluffies, completely unable to open their mouths and in absolute pain, are reduced to laying down, sobbing and trying to make muffled whining noises
>this is less funny
“I’m bored. Run around, you stupid things!”
>the fluffies sob and tremble more when you yell at them, too scared and in anguish to run
>bo-ring!
>eh, leave 'em. they’ll die from not being able to eat or drink water, after you kick them out in a little bit
>you look at the purple dam
>lol, dumb bitch slept through everything
>what to do with this one?
>she can’t run in the first place, so gluing her mouth shut would just result in another sobbing fluffy who won’t run
>and that’s terrible
>hm…
>…
>light bulb!
>you walk up to her with the glue gun
>bend down behind her butt
>now where is it…
>now that you’re touching her, the mare wakes up
>“Zzzzznuh? Wha daddy doing?” she asks, wiggling her legs as she futilely tries to turn around
>ah, there it is!
>you giggle
>you position the glue gun near her marehood
>“Nu nu nuuu! Wha daddy doing?! Pwease no touch fwuffy dere!”
>you can barely contain your excitement
>you insert the tip of the glue gun
>“Nuuuu! Mumma no wike dis! Daddy, no huwt pwea–”
>you pull the trigger
>“AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>the dam shrieks like a banshee as white hot glue is ejaculated into her cooter
>you keep this up as the unfortunate fluffy squeals shrilly in unimaginable agony, crying the whole way
>“PWEASE STOP, FWUFFY SOWWY, DADDY PWEASE STOP HUWT!! HEWP FWUFFY HEWP FWUFFY HEWP FWUFFEEEEEEEE!!!”
>you stop only after one extremely painful(and hilarious) minute
>by the time you withdraw from the fluffy, you’ve been laughing so hard your sides hurt
>the fluffy is reduced to sobbing and blubbering about her absolute anguish as you laugh
>suddenly, she starts shaking violently
>“N-n-neeeeee’ make big poo-poo-poo-poopiiiiieeees!”
>oh boy, this is just too much for you
>you’ve glued her vag shut, so there’s no way the foals will come out
>you bet they’ve been burned up by the hot glue anyway
>you watch the fluffy dam try and fail to give birth
>“W-w-w-why no make p-poopies?! Mumma n-n-no undastan’!”
>lmao, the dummy doesn’t even know she’s in labor!
>you have to turn away from her to stop laughing and catch your breath
>this beats the shit out of Fred videos!
>breath in, breath out, try to ignore the fluffy’s pained mewling
>okay, we’re good now
“That was so fun! You fluffies are the funniest things ever! Didn’t you have fun?!”
>the only response is the dam’s confused babbling and crying and the other fluffies’ pained moaning
>…
>you’re bored again
>these fluffies are useless now
>stupid useless fluffies!
>you pick up the two white fluffies, take them out to the front, and toss them in the garbage bin
>their pained moaning becomes more frantic as you toss them in and shut the lid, leaving them covered in smelly trash and trapped in darkness
>you return to the fluffy dam
>she’s still sobbing and wondering why she can’t poop
>you pick her up and walk to your neighbor’s fence
>“F-fwuffy sowwy D-d-daddy, p-p-pwease make huwt stop…”
“Tony! Oh Tony! Look boy, I got a treat for you!” you shout, calling for your neighbor’s pit bull
>like a good boy, Tony trots over to the fence
>“N-n-nuuu! Fwuffy not nummies! P-pwease no huwt!” the mare cries, realizing what you’re going to do to her
“Goooood boy! Here’s your treat!”
>you drop her and let the dog catch the fluffy in his mouth,shaking her around furiously
>“NUUUUUUUUU! NO EAT FWUFFY! NO HUWT BABEHS! HEWP!”
>as you turn around and head for indoors, the dam’s cries for help become pained sobs as she is torn to pieces and eaten
>you wonder if Legend of Korra is on
>you like that show