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The Sandbox [Kinderquestria]

By ppanon
Created: 2021-10-11 00:34:09
Updated: 2021-10-11 00:35:42
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    The Sandbox.
  2. 2.
    By ppanon
  3. 3.
     
  4. 4.
    >You sat on the crappy park bench while reading today’s Equestrian Times.
  5. 5.
    >Grayscale graphics explained government subsidized ice cream.
  6. 6.
    >The only printed text on the page noted that it was being funded with human tax dollars.
  7. 7.
    >Of course.
  8. 8.
    >“I dare ya to pee in it!”
  9. 9.
    >Your ears perk up.
  10. 10.
    >”You don’t think I will?”
  11. 11.
    >You turn your attention to the little rainbow shit and her orange cohort staring each other down in the sandbox.
  12. 12.
    >”I’m gonna do it!”
  13. 13.
    >You got up and approached them.
  14. 14.
    “Do it and you’re dead.”
  15. 15.
    >The two fillies turned their heads toward you, wide eyed.
  16. 16.
    “Pow.”
  17. 17.
    >Your finger gun discharged while aimed directly at Rainbow Dash’s forehead.
  18. 18.
    >“That’s cheatin’,” Applejack was quick to defend her friend.
  19. 19.
    “I make the rules. No more sandbox. Why don’t you two go play with Fluttershy?”
  20. 20.
    >“Fine.”
  21. 21.
    >You watch them bolt off, trotting quickly toward their pink-maned friend who was sitting alone by a tree, just outside of the mulch that enclosed the playground equipment.
  22. 22.
    >Fluttershy’s ears perked up as she heard the approaching storm of foals.
  23. 23.
    >Your attention turned back toward the sandbox.
  24. 24.
    >Sturdy ceder planks served as the enclosure to only the finest Saddle-Arabian sands.
  25. 25.
    >Thankfully it remained unsoiled, littered only by sad looking sand lumps, a couple of little plastic shovels, and a play bucket.
  26. 26.
    >You remembered the good times, when only 30% of your pay was garnished to fund park equipment.
  27. 27.
    >The sandbox had been the first addition to the park that was funded through your hard earned bits and you’ll be damned if anyone pisses in it.
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  30. 30.
    >Back to reading the newspaper.
  31. 31.
    >You started to hear soft sobbing directly in front of you.
  32. 32.
    >After lowering the paper, you saw Fluttershy bawling.
  33. 33.
    >Those fucking shits.
  34. 34.
    “What did they do to you?”
  35. 35.
    >“I can’t find Tammy and Phillip!” She cried.
  36. 36.
    >You didn’t even bother asking who they were. Obviously some squirrels.
  37. 37.
    >”T-they were flying on top of each other!”
  38. 38.
    “What?”
  39. 39.
    >Birds was your second guess.
  40. 40.
    >“Then they flew away and now I can’t find them!”
  41. 41.
    “It’s okay, Fluttershy. Your little bird friends will come back.”
  42. 42.
    >“Tammy and Phillip are dragonflies.”
  43. 43.
    >Of course they were.
  44. 44.
    >You pulled the little pony onto your lap.
  45. 45.
    >A thumb and an index finger against each ear was the secret to ending filly tears.
  46. 46.
    >Fluttershy cooed sweetly under your touch.
  47. 47.
    >You closed your eyes.
  48. 48.
    >Nothing could break her away from your gentle massage.
  49. 49.
    >The sound of a music box jingle started up in the distance.
  50. 50.
    >Your fluffy pony had suddenly become weightless.
  51. 51.
    >You opened your eyes.
  52. 52.
    >Fluttershy was now on the edge of the bench, looking towards a blue colt with a faggy paper hat.
  53. 53.
    >He was hauling a cart behind him.
  54. 54.
    >An ice cream cart.
  55. 55.
    >Rainbow Dash and Applejack were already next to him.
  56. 56.
    >In a blink, they had their teeth clenched against the side of waffle-cone bowls.
  57. 57.
    >The two scoops of ice cream were straddled up against their faces while they rushed back to their secret hideout: under the steps that lead up to the slide.
  58. 58.
    >Fluttershy turns to you with pretty doe eyes.
  59. 59.
     
  60. 60.
     
  61. 61.
    >You’re by the ice cream cart, cringing as the colt loudly slurped down a blue popsicle.
  62. 62.
    >The fur around his mouth was matted with ice cream residue and sprinkles stuck to the hairs.
  63. 63.
    >Fluttershy was hiding behind your leg, one eye peeking out at colorful drawings of ice cream decorating the cart.
  64. 64.
    “Did you decide which one you want?”
  65. 65.
    >She shook her head.
  66. 66.
    >You looked over the variations of diabetes that the colt had crammed into the cart.
  67. 67.
    >The huge array of ice cream flavors, toppings, and bins of popsicles defied its tiny outside appearance. Hell there was even room for his abacus.
  68. 68.
    >Sugary junk food was all ponies ever ate.
  69. 69.
    >You had every instinct to stop them whenever they funneled that shit into their bodies.
  70. 70.
    >There was the time you had talked with a nutritionist.
  71. 71.
    >She insisted sugar was the healthiest ingredient in existence.
  72. 72.
    >You didn’t buy it because her office was located inside a candy shop (but you did buy the salt-water taffy).
  73. 73.
    “Ready now?”
  74. 74.
    >Fluttershy shook her head.
  75. 75.
    >It had been at least 5 minutes.
  76. 76.
    >“Do you like Princess Pops?” The blue colt interjected while he unwrapped a red popsicle.
  77. 77.
    >He pointed to a drawing on the side of his cart.
  78. 78.
    >It was shaped like a cutesy version of Princess Celestia’s face, dotted with beady black eyes.
  79. 79.
    >Fluttershy’s eyes lit up.
  80. 80.
    “Is that the one you want?”
  81. 81.
    >She nodded.
  82. 82.
    >You stand back up.
  83. 83.
    “Okay, we’ll get the Princess Pop then.”
  84. 84.
    >“Two bits, please,” The colt said, interrupting his foreplay with the red rocket.
  85. 85.
    “I thought this shi–stuff was free?”
  86. 86.
    >“Two bits off of all ice cream.”
  87. 87.
    “So it’s free.”
  88. 88.
    >“No. Two bits.”
  89. 89.
    >You take another look at the drawing of the popsicle. It’s marked as costing two bits.
  90. 90.
    “It’s free!”
  91. 91.
    >“i’s nmrh free!” He chomed down on his popsicle, eyes twitching as he chews it down.
  92. 92.
    >He climbed onto his cart, took the abacus in his mouth, then placed it on top of the cart.
  93. 93.
    >“One,” he slid the first bead on the bottom row to the right side.
  94. 94.
    >”Two. Three. Four.”
  95. 95.
    >“Minus one,” He slid one of the beads back to the left.
  96. 96.
    >“Two. There’s two left, so it costs two bits for the Princess pop.”
  97. 97.
    “The sign says two bits, bud.”
  98. 98.
    >“Yes. Two bits for the pop.”
  99. 99.
    >Fluttershy tugged on your leg and motioned to talk to you.
  100. 100.
    >Reluctantly you sat down in the grass.
  101. 101.
    >She whispered into your ear. “We don’t need to get it.”
  102. 102.
    “Don’t worry.”
  103. 103.
    >”It’s okay.” Her lip touched your ear.
  104. 104.
    >You stood back up.
  105. 105.
    >”I spent all morning redoing the prices,” The colt added as you eyed him again.
  106. 106.
    >You looked at the sign.
  107. 107.
    >Everything except for the Princess pop had a zero next to it.
  108. 108.
    >Inside your pocket was two bits. All you had left until the end of the week.
  109. 109.
    >Your salary was three-hundred bits per week–minus 98% in taxes which left six bits for yourself.
  110. 110.
    >You pulled your last remaining bits from your pocket and started to hand them over.
  111. 111.
    >Wait.
  112. 112.
    >The new ice cream tax.
  113. 113.
    >99% taxes.
  114. 114.
    >Shit.
  115. 115.
    >You pulled your hand back, thinking of a new plan.
  116. 116.
    “Between the two of us–”
  117. 117.
    >You pointed down to Fluttershy.
  118. 118.
    >She cowered away.
  119. 119.
    “–we want just one princess pop which originally cost four bits, right?”
  120. 120.
    >”Yes.”
  121. 121.
    >You grabbed the abacus and pushed four of the lower row’s beads to the right.
  122. 122.
    “So. Subtract one. Two, for me. One. Two, for her.”
  123. 123.
    >The colt coughed up sticky red spittle onto your face as he saw no beads remained on the right side.
  124. 124.
     
  125. 125.
     
  126. 126.
    >You brought Fluttershy back to the bench and unwrapped the popsicle for her.
  127. 127.
    >To no one’s surprise, Popsicle Celestia was born retarded.
  128. 128.
    >Fluttershy smiled with her foalish stare.
  129. 129.
    >“May I have some?”
  130. 130.
    “Good news, Fluttershy. It’s all for you!”
  131. 131.
    >You remembered too late that foals were terrible at holding things.
  132. 132.
    >The popsicle bounced off the edge of the bench.
  133. 133.
    >You caught it just before it hit the ground.
  134. 134.
    >Your hand got covered in melted Poplestia.
  135. 135.
    >Fluttershy kissed the popsicle as you held it up for her.
  136. 136.
    >She’s a gentle eater.
  137. 137.
    >You closed your eyes.
  138. 138.
    >Half the popsicle had already melted down your wrist.
  139. 139.
    >You sighed.
  140. 140.
    >Fluttershy’s little tongue tickled your hand.
  141. 141.
    “Is it yummy?”
  142. 142.
    >“Mhm.”
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  144. 144.
     
  145. 145.
    >As you gave Fluttershy tummy rubs in her post-popsicle bliss you wondered what the two troublemakers were up to.
  146. 146.
    >You spotted them.
  147. 147.
    >They were busy dueling with sticks on the teeter-totter.
  148. 148.
    >You prayed that they both impale each other.
  149. 149.
    >”Mister Anon?”
  150. 150.
    “Yes, Fluttershy?”
  151. 151.
    >”Can we go feed the ducks?”
  152. 152.
     
  153. 153.
     
  154. 154.
    >You approached the bird feed dispenser.
  155. 155.
    >One bit per turn.
  156. 156.
    >You engaged your usual routine: pushing the lever, then kicking the damn thing.
  157. 157.
    >A bunch of feed fell into the catch.
  158. 158.
    >“Rarity said that’s stealing.”
  159. 159.
    >And Rarity’s a dumb cunt.
  160. 160.
    “I’ve got a life-time pass for the duck food.”
  161. 161.
    >“You do?”
  162. 162.
    “We’ve gotta feed the ducks for the rest of our lives, don’t we?”
  163. 163.
    >“Yeah!”
  164. 164.
    >There must be an evil force resonating off of you. The ducks immediately saw away as you sat down at the edge of the pond.
  165. 165.
    >“Come here little duckies,” Fluttershy whispered gently.
  166. 166.
    >Like magic, the ducks turned around toward her.
  167. 167.
    >You took turns throwing the feed to them.
  168. 168.
    “Have Rainbow Dash and Applejack been playing nice with you?”
  169. 169.
    >“Yes.”
  170. 170.
    >She giggled as a train of baby ducks following their mother joined the fun.
  171. 171.
    “How come you didn’t play with them today?”
  172. 172.
    >“I don’t know.”
  173. 173.
    “Do you think you could have fun with them once the ducks are full?”
  174. 174.
    >“I like playing with you.”
  175. 175.
    “We can still play together.”
  176. 176.
    >“They dared me to pee-pee in the sandbox.”
  177. 177.
    >You’re going to kill them.
  178. 178.
    >“Would it be okay?”
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  180. 180.
     
  181. 181.
    >Only for her would you be doing this.
  182. 182.
    >The shy foal stood nervously in the sandbox, hindquarters facing the paltry “castle” that the two brats had made.
  183. 183.
    >You looked over your pristine sandbox with the premium Saddle-Arabian sand one last time.
  184. 184.
    “FLUTTERSHY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
  185. 185.
    >You looked down to Fluttershy and nodded.
  186. 186.
    >Fluttershy suppressed her giggle, closed her eyes, and started to concentrate.
  187. 187.
    >It was a long shot.
  188. 188.
    >Going while someone was around was tough for anyone.
  189. 189.
    >Surprisingly, Applejack was the first pony on the scene.
  190. 190.
    >You saw Fluttershy’s face scrunch tighter.
  191. 191.
    >She was shaking.
  192. 192.
    >Suddenly there was a loud clunk and a high pitched shriek.
  193. 193.
    >Rainbow Dash had appeared on the edge of the sandbox!
  194. 194.
    >You heard the hollow sound of liquid hitting plastic and turned back towards Fluttershy just in time to see her pale amber stream make contact with the side of a toy bucket.
  195. 195.
    >She was peeing!
  196. 196.
    >Her gentle exhale harmonized with the sizzling serenade that danced across the sandbox. Its sputters and splatters left behind darkened sand as fizzy pools were swallowed underneath.
  197. 197.
    >It hit you.
  198. 198.
    >Her young scent.
  199. 199.
    >Pungent, yet redolent. It left you breathless as her chamomile blended with the humidity of the morning breeze.
  200. 200.
    >The fraction of a smirk on her face sliced into your electric yellow heartbeat while you shakily raised your finger gun at her.
  201. 201.
    >The plastic shovels beneath gathered small droplets while a shallow well of her pee had gathered in the bottom of the bucket.
  202. 202.
    >You watched, fully asphyxiated, as Fluttershy’s relief appeared to taper off.
  203. 203.
    >She shivered, tingling with goosebumps that forced out a meek mew and a final expulsion of fluid that rained down onto the castle, kicking up sand before the nectar suffused into its walls.
  204. 204.
    >“Don’t shoot her!” Applejack yelled.
  205. 205.
    >“She now owns this land by pee-pee decree!” Rainbow Dash added.
  206. 206.
    >Your breath was short. Their high pitched yells hardly registered as you eyed the path of damp fur that ran down Fluttershy’s hind leg.
  207. 207.
    “I’m s-sorry Princess Fluttershy, my mistake.”
  208. 208.
    >Your words had come out in a low mutter.
  209. 209.
    >“You did it Fluttershy! He surrendered.” Rainbow Dash said excitedly.
  210. 210.
    >Fluttershy’s mark had been successful.
  211. 211.
    >Paper legs carried you back to the bench.
  212. 212.
    >Your swatting hand stopped midair.
  213. 213.
    >The dragonflies.
  214. 214.
    >Tammy and Philip had landed on your leg, attached to each other as they teetered on the fabric that lead into to your now empty pocket.
  215. 215.
    >In the distance you watched Rainbow Dash and Applejack congratulating her, the pretty filly with the butterfly cutie mark.

The Sandbox [Kinderquestria]

by ppanon