It was a nice day outside, the birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming.
A fluffy mare was sitting in the grass, her purple fluff was flowing in the breeze, along with her white mane and tail.
Her name is Violet, and today she gets to do what she loves.
“Dummeh hoomin! Gib smawty aww da toysies, an nummies NAO!” This got Violet’s attention, there was a yellow smarty on her mummah’s porch. Violet went inside and to the door where her mummah was standing.
Peeking out from behind her mummah’s legs, Violet accidentally caught the attention of the smarty.
“Pwetty mawe!?” The smarty said excited.
“Dummeh hoomin gib pwetty mawe to smawty! NAO!”
Violet rolled her blue eyes at the smarty.
Her mummah gave the smarty bad upsies, and tossed him over the fence of the front yard. The mare then went to the backyard again to enjoy some quiet.
Sadly, the smarty had managed to squeeze through a hole in the backyard fence.
“Hewwo pwetty mawe.” The smarty cooed.
“Smawty make you speciaw fwend! Gib bestest feews.” The smarty started to approach Violet.
“Viowet nu wan dat. Gu 'way!” She huffed.
But the smarty didn’t listen, and went to mount her. “Shuddup dummeh mawe! Smawty gon’ hab bestest feews.”
However once the smarty was on top of her, she reared up and bucked him right in his no-no’s.
He plopped to his side and yelled at Violet for hurting his “speciaw wumps”, but that wasn’t all she was going to hurt.
She trotted her way to face the smarty, giving him a sorry hoofsie to his muzzle over and over until the smarty passed out.
When the smarty woke, he noticed he couldn’t move and was on his back.
Violet’s mummah had come out to see what all the screaming was about and noticed the passed out fluffy, took him the the shed by the house, and strapping him down so he couldn’t move when he woke.
The smarty soon saw Violet sitting on the far corner of the table. She was holding something in her teeth, a sorry stick.
“Hey little fella.” Violet’s mummah spoke.
“Violet told me you tried to enf her when she said no. Yeah, that ain’t gonna go unpunished.
So, Violet is going to make sure you never do it again.”
Violet stepped forward to the smarty and gave his right back leg a good, hard whack with the sorry stick. He yelled out in pain, but that only drove Violet to hurt him more.
Each leg got six hard whacks from the sorry stick Violet was holding between her teeth.
She eventually dropped the stick and picked up a riding crop, only, it was fluffy sized.
This is when Violet enjoyed her time the most.
Violet gave a swift and sharp whack to the smarty’s balls, making him scream out.
She did this repeatedly, without mercy.
Violet loved the sound of the smarty begging her to stop, but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. Not until the finale, wich was coming soon.
Violet eventually started to get tired.
She placed the riding crop on the table, and stretched. She trotted over so the smarty again, who was still begging, crying, and saying sorry over and over.
She sat nar the smarty’s balls.
Raising a forehoof and bringing it down on his special lumps. Grinding her hoof into his balls, she relished in his pained screams, and the nice pop that came after she crushed his lumps.
The smarty had passed out now, the pain was too much fo him. But Violet was happy with her work. Eventually Violet’s mummah had thrown the former smarty over the fence again, and had taken her inside for a bowl of sketty.
