x by Olibird 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/23888490/#q23888790
https://ponepaste.org/user/Olibird

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I give you Broken Bluebird as written by Olibird:

>”No, Master, please I’m sorry! You don’t need to punish me!”
“I’m sorry Dash, but you should know better by now. You still broke it, and you KNEW you shouldn’t have been using it. Now go downstairs and wait for me if you don’t want it to be any worse.”
>To her credit, she follows your command. 
>With a nod, the former athlete clip clops away, her head bowed as she sniffles quietly to herself.
>You’re to give her a moment to stew, to think of the horrific punishments you’ll inflict on her.
>She broke your FAVORITE goddamn mug.
>It was your Star Wars mug, she knew better than to use it.
>You know EXACTLY how impossible it is to get another one of those in Equestria.
>Finally after a couple minutes, you head over to your ‘closet of horrors’ as she calls it.
>It’s where you keep all the various instruments you use to punish her when she’s been a bad pony.
>Let’s see…no, no reason to truly hurt her. She wasn’t malicious, she was just an idiot.
>Still…the only thing you have left to remind you of those three amazing movies is your Chewbacca plate.
>Yea. You’re going to put the fear of god into her.
>Grabbing your favorite implement, you head downstairs.
>The instant you open the door, she throws herself on your feet.
>”Master! Please, I’ve learned my lesson! I’m sorry! I’ll never touch your things again!”
“Look at me, Dash.”
>You growls out, glaring at her.
>Sobbing, she looks up at you, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
>Until she spots what you’re holding in your hand.
>She wails out, flipping onto her back.
>”Nooo! Not that Master, anything but that!”
>You pin her tail with your foot, ensuring she can’t get away.
>You lower the instrument of terror, pointing it right at her face.

>She tenses up, full on crying as she tries to protect her face with her hooves, squeaking out little “I’m sorry”s every chance she gets.
>But she’ll get no mercy from you.
>You pull the trigger...causing the spray-bottle to spurt a blast onto her face.
>She screams out with a primal wail of terror, flailing as you continue to squirt her with the slightly cold water.
>She’s not able to think clearly enough to pull her tail free.
>All she does is thrash helplessly on the ground, crying and wailing while you continue to spritz her.
>Once her fur can only be described as ‘properly moist’ do you set the spray-bottle down.
>Letting her tail up, you grab a nearby towel.
>You wait for her to stop bawling before saying, 
“Come here, Dash.”
>Sniffling, she does, letting you wrap her in a proper burrito blanket.
>You hold her close, rubbing the back of her head, letting her whimper against you.
“Now, I know it was an accident, that’s why I used the spray-bottle. If I thought you did it on purpose, I would have gotten the vacuum.”
>”Th-thank you master,” she whimpers out against you. 
>You just hold her close, letting her take comfort in your presence.
>But you swear to god, if she so much as chips that Chewbacca plate, you’re going to uncover the mirror and lock her in here.