My Son's A Horse [PTFG]


                                            All these trafficking fics, when does one of them get arrested or get their brains blown out because there son got turned into a pink mare?

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                                            >>35810622

                                            >You took your son out to a bar for his 21st birthday

                                            >You hadn't seen him smile in a few weeks, so his first drink with his old man is sure to brighten him up

                                            >You both laughed at his first reaction to whiskey - confusion and disgust

                                            >"Why would you even drink this?"

                                            "You'll get used to it, and grow to like it."

                                            >He didn't seem to believe you

                                            >Your bladder had made the call for release about an hour in

                                            >You came back to your boy chugging your beer

                                            >It looked like he found something he liked

                                            >He had started to drift off soon after, a sign to take him home

                                            >You did, and practically carried him into bed, just like when he was younger

                                            >You went to sleep off your own, much lesser buzz

                                            >The next morning, you hadn't really believed what you saw

                                            >A bright pink talking horse was screaming her head off, and calling you "Dad"

                                            >You had remembered those stories of that roofie drug that's been going around

                                            >You realized that you weren't as safe as you'd thought

                                            >You promised your son that you'll find whoever did this to him

                                            >After a long, agonizing ordeal of watching patrons at that same bar, you found the guy dropping tablets into drinks

                                            >Because of course, he dropped one into yours

                                            >You grabbed the guy, and dragged him outside

                                            >You beat him within an inch of his life

                                            >The cops were called, you were arrested

                                            >The bastard was sent to the hospital

                                            >You felt you've done what you could, that you had won

                                            >You told your story to the police, confess to brutalizing the criminal

                                            >He was be found drugging and transporting people as ponies

                                            >You were let off with little more than a slap on the wrist

                                            >You came home to your pony daughter son, told her him that he was safe now

                                            >But you never did look at her the same again


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