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To a Good Home

By ffanon
Created: 6th June 2022 12:38:57 AM
23rd September 2022 01:10:35 AM

  1. >Her life with you all started when you were hungover one day out in town looking to get some greasy food
  2. >You live in the not so nice part of downtown Manehattan
  3. >It's pretty common to see beggars and whatnot but you never saw a homeless filly on the street before
  4. >Curious, you walk over and see a small gray pony shivering and crying inside a shabby box
  5. "Hey there kid, what's wrong?"
  6. >Her miniature teary eyed face looks up at you
  7. >"M-mama said she can't take care of me anymore...and that a nice stranger would take me home..."
  8. >You notice the box has writing on it, :Needs a Good Home:
  9. >"But no one has come for me yet."
  10. >She puts her head down and cries softly
  11. "Hey kid, don't be crying on me now... Maybe I'm the one"
  12. >The words already left your mouth. Fuck. Why do you gotta be such a softy all of a sudden? You just got out of the slammer and need to look out for yourself
  13. >Damn that ex-mare of yours. She had to go and rat you out for domestic abuse. So what if you hit her sometimes? Dumb broad
  14. >She looks up at you with hope
  15. >"R-really?"
  16. "Uh, well. That depends. You any good at chores?"
  17. >Okay maybe this could work out, a personal house keeper doesn't sound bad
  18. >"Um..."
  19. "Like cleaning and doing things around the house"
  20. >She nods unconvincingly
  21. >Eh what the hell? She's really young but how hard is it to learn basic chores
  22. >Thoughts that you would eat later
  23. "Alright kid, you got a deal. What's your name? I'm Anon"
  24. >"D-derpy... Derpy Hooves"
  25. >you give her a pat on the head and she rubs her face into your hand
  26. >You pull your hand back when you realize how dirty and greasy she is, wiping it on your pants
  27. >You take her to the local hayburger place and eventually home
  28.  
  29. >Fast forward 8 months...
  30.  
  31. >you slap Derpy across the face
  32. >she falls to the floor and cries
  33. "How dare you try to weasel your way out of this!"
  34. >Derpy stands up and looks at you pleadingly
  35. >"P-p-please forgive me for being so clumsy and stupid. I give you my last muffin..."
  36. >you look at her with disdain
  37. "I already warned you the last time you spilled my beer. And to think I took your filthy ass off the streets and gave you a home. You can't do anything right"
  38. >Derpy looks down, not being able to meet your gaze
  39. "That's right, you are fucking useless and I'm one step away from throwing you back in the streets. Now get in the Sorry box, you are spending the night in there again. That means no toys and no blanket!"
  40. >"...Okay"
  41. >with her head still low she trots slowly over to the Sorry box with her muffin
  42. >you yank her tail and she flies to the ground in front of you, stunned and with terror in her eyes
  43. "Where the FUCK do you think you are taking that muffin?"
  44. >"P-please don't hit me Anon.."
  45. >as if on cue her little face recoils in pain as your palm swipes her face, smacking her head into the ground
  46. >she baws uncontrollably
  47. "I don't take orders from you, I thought you learned that lesson already"
  48. >you pick her up by the ear as she screams and cries and then drop her into the box and close the lid
  49. "Bad fillies don't get food, and definitely not muffins!"
  50. >you shut the light off in her room and slam the door behind you
  51. >you pull out your flask and take a swig of whiskey
  52. >as the burning sensation runs down your throat you shake your head in frustration
  53. >but a small smile creeps along your face as you hear her sobbing
  54.  
  55. >the next morning you walk over to Derpy's room with her breakfast
  56. >a cup of dry dog food in a tin bowl
  57. >she doesn't like it very much but if it wasn't for you picking her off the street she would be starving
  58. >she's still small so one cup per day is adequate to sustain her
  59. >occasionally she gets to have a muffin but only if she behaves and doesn't break anything. Which is rare
  60. >before opening the door you stand there a moment to listen
  61. >you hear giggling inside
  62. >scaring Derpy half to death you burst open the door
  63. >to your dismay she's out of her box and playing with her blocks
  64. >Derpy looks like a deer caught in headlights
  65. "Explain yourself, NOW!"
  66. >she starts crying and runs up to you
  67. >"...T-the box fell over...when I was sleeping"
  68. >you look down at her as your blood pressure rises
  69. >she softly nuzzles your leg as she sniffles
  70. "Do you seriously expect me to believe that shit?"
  71. >she looks up at you, now trembling with fear
  72. >"P-please..."
  73. "Don't you dare finish that sentence"
  74. >she goes quiet and looks down
  75. >you throw the bowl of dog food against the wall
  76. >with a loud ding it flings the food all over the floor
  77. "Since you want to act like a filthy dumb animal you can eat like one, but before that come over here"
  78. >You sit down in the wooden chair by the window
  79. >slowly but surely Derpy makes her way over to you, head down as she cries
  80. >once she's close enough you scoop her up onto your lap, face down with her little rump pointed up towards you
  81. >without hesitation you bring back your arm and deliver a firm wallop with your open palm
  82. >she yelps out in pain
  83. "One...just 99 more to go."
  84. >with a gleeful grin you continue to met out justice
  85. "...17..."
  86. >as you continue to spank her, she screams and pleads for you to stop
  87. >For a moment you actually do because your hand is getting sore, but you persist
  88. "...52..."
  89. >A complete sobbing mess, she can only grunt and moan, words are beyond her at this point
  90. "...78..."
  91. >her ass now a shiny hue of red. Your hand feels like it's on fire but you feel very much alive.
  92. "Haha squeal for me piggy!"
  93. >The next few slaps you put even more force behind them, eliciting sweet little yelps of agony from her
  94. >tiny wings flutter helplessly as you continue on with your task
  95. "...and 100."
  96. >Her tongue lolling out of her mouth, saliva dripping on the floor in a puddle, some of it getting on your pants
  97. >her entire body sweating as she labors to take deep breaths
  98. >you place her down on the floor
  99. >she doesn't move
  100. >You get up and head to the door
  101. "Better have that food cleaned up off the floor by the time I get back"
  102.  
  103. >After you leave her room you hit the fridge for a cold one
  104. >You go to the living room, sit on your reclining sofa and read the Manehattan Times
  105. >A few beers later and caught up on recent events you decide to go see what Derpy is up to
  106. >You open the door and see her laying on her blanket where she's cuddling with her pony doll
  107. >She looks at you with tears as you approach
  108. "I see you've eaten your food, good. Tomorrow I want you to clean the bathroom."
  109. >"Y-yes Anon."
  110. >And with that you turn off her light and close the door
  111. >You decide to go out to the pub and grab a bite to eat and some drinks
  112. >Maybe even find a new mare friend
  113. >Some hours later you come back home and get in more comfy clothes
  114. >Mareless but tipsy, you head to the kitchen for another beer when you notice something is off
  115. >You had a plastic tray of muffins sitting on the counter but it's open and only one muffin is left
  116. >You know there were at least three left so that means someone, or somepony was the culprit
  117. >You slowly open Derpy's door and turn on the light
  118. >She's fast asleep. After a day like today you would need to sound an alarm to wake her up
  119. >You slowly walk over to her and inspect the area
  120. >She has crumbs on her face and all over the blanket. She always was a messy eater
  121. >Something compels you to lift up the blanket and you see the dog food from earlier
  122. >She never ate it but lied and hid it
  123. >Your face is turning red but you steady your rage
  124. >You start to rub her cheek gently. After a little while she starts to wake up with her cloudy eyes recognizing you
  125. "Hi Derpy. Sweety"
  126. >With a little smile she nuzzles into your hand
  127. >"Anon..."
  128. >You begin to lightly tap her cheek which then turns into a poke which she winces at
  129. >The poke turns into a light slap then a few more. She's trying to move her head away from you now but you hold it there with your other hand and look her in the eyes. Well, one of her eyes anyway. The other one is drifting off into Lala land.
  130. "Did you think you could outsmart me?"
  131. >You give her a hard slap now. She yelps and starts crying
  132. "Did YOU FUCKING THINK?"
  133. >you slap her again causing her face to turn red
  134. >"I'm sorry!"
  135. "That's not good enough, you lied to me and stole my food"
  136. >You slap her across the face one more time and let her go.
  137. >She whimpers on the ground digging her face into the blanket
  138. >You leave the room and go to the kitchen
  139. >You grab the muffin tray and the trashcan and head back to her room
  140. >You yank the blanket from her and toss it to the side
  141. >Now that has no where to hide she focuses on you
  142. "This is the last muffin you will ever see"
  143. >You dramatically throw the muffin tray into the trash
  144. "And no more toys either"
  145. >She looks on in horror as you take her blocks and drop them in the can
  146. "Oh, and that shitty thing is going too"
  147. >You point to her pony doll that she's clutching to her chest
  148. >It's a poorly stitched together Luna plushie you got at :Everything's a Bit: but she loves the damn thing like it's her own baby
  149. >"N-no...not Luna..please don't take her!"
  150. >You effortlessly grab the doll from her and stomp on it
  151. >She tries to get it from you but you kick her aside
  152. >Now a bawing mess, she sobs uncontrollably on the floor
  153. >Tossing the plush in the can, you place it outside in the hallway
  154. >Heading back in her room with your arms folded you look down at her with disgust
  155. "Now for the other matter..."
  156. >You pick her up and place her down next to the pile of dog food she hid from you earlier
  157. "Eat."
  158. >Still crying she looks at the dry pebbles and back at you.
  159. >She starts to eat but after only a few pebbles she stops
  160. >"I'm full"
  161. >You grab her skull and smear her face into the food as she whimpers
  162. "One more chance"
  163. >you let go and watch her slowly eat it up. Gagging on the odd piece of hair or lint
  164. >To your surprise she actually manages to finish
  165. >"A-non, can I please have some water"
  166. "Heh, I got something better for you"
  167. >You pull out your flask and pour some whiskey into her dog bowl.
  168. >She's hesitant at first and her nose scrunches as her snoot approaches the volatile substance
  169. >With a grin you watch her scream in recoil after sticking her tongue in
  170. >She sticks out her tongue and rubs it on the floor trying to get the burning feeling off
  171. >You start to laugh as she soaks in dirt and dust
  172. >Derpy eventually gives up and just sits on the floor crying
  173. "Tomorrow you will be cleaning the entire house, better catch some shut-eye kiddo"
  174. >And with that you shut off her light and close her door
  175. >You take a big gulp from your flask
  176. >It burns but it's that comforting feeling you need. Just like that feeling you get from beating Derpy.
  177.  
  178. End

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