The Fluffy Factory: Dethroning the Princess

>An early Monday morning at the fluffy factory.

>You've just gotten your car parked when Sarah jogs up to your driver door.

>She looks excited, which is usually bad news for something, somewhere.

>”Get in here and check out this fluffy!” she urges, already moving back toward the building.

>You follow her in and right to her office.

>A monotone white fluffy is sitting on her desk with her nose up in the air.

>”Wan' nummies!  Dumb hooman gif Pwincess Spawkle nummies now!”

“Princess Sparkle?”

>Sarah folds her arms.  “I don't care if her name is Han Solo, she's a monotone white!  She's going to make me a fuckton of white foals.”

“Sure, as if you don't have enough money, Miss Trust Fund.”

>She flips you off, but has a smirk on her face.  “Come on, help me get her situated.”

>Sarah takes the squirming white fluffy down to basement one, and you follow.

>While she scans the sleeping stallions for something mostly white, you set the constantly bitching Sparkle on the table to prepare her.

>”Dis cowd!  Pwincess Spawkle no wike!  Hooman gif wawm!”

>You notice the collar around her neck.

“Hey, did you steal this fluffy?”

>Sarah glares at you.  “No, I didn't.  Found her walking around yesterday.  Apparently she shits on herself a lot, or something, 'cause her ass was caked.”

>”Pwincess Spawkle no poopies on sewf!  Meanie hooman make do dat!  Pwincess Spawkle cwean fwuffy!”

>”Yeah, after I gave you a bath, you little shitbox,” Sarah replies with a huff.  “Hey, Glacier.  Wake up.  I've got a very special girl for you to bang.”

>Glacier is a whitish unicorn with a pale green mane.  Like most of the stallions, he truly enjoys his work.

>”Gwasha make speciaw hugs?  Wif who?”

>She points at the fluffy on your table.

>You've gotten the electric shaver out and are currently defluffing the princess.

>”Gif back fwuff!  Pwincess Spawkle say no wan' cowd, dumb hooman!”

“Cold's going to be the least of your problems if you don't shut the hell up.”

>”No quiet!  Pwincess Spawkle as woud as wan'!  WOUD WOUD WOUD WOUD!” she yells, stamping around the table.

>She's woken up the other fluffies, who cry and complain about the noise.

>”Shut her up, man!” Sarah yells over the din.

>You slap Princess Sparkle's muzzle, just harshly enough to get her attention.

>”Dumb hooman no huwt Pwincess Spawkle!” she growls cutely, squeezing her ass cheeks.

>”Take sowwy poopies!”

>Shit sprays out of her rear end onto you.

>Thank fuck you put on the jumpsuit before you came down.

“Little bitch just shat on me!”

>Sarah waves her hand in front of her nose.  “What a brat...”

“Seems a little like someone I work for.”

>”Oh, fuck you.  Throw her in the pen so Glacier can get to work.”

>You oblige, dropping Princess Sparkle into a sex pit.  Sarah sets Glacier down and nudges him in the rear.

>”Get to work, Glacier.”

>”New fwiend pwetty!” he says, starting his usual ritual.  The second he begins nuzzling her fluff, she turns and bucks him in the face.

>”Fwuffy dumb!  Pwincess Spawkle no wan'!  Weave 'wone!” she yells shrilly, chasing Glacier around the pen.

>”Gwasha sowwy!  Gwasha jus' wan' make huggies wif pwetty fwiend!” he bawls, hiding in a corner.

>”Pwincess Spawkle make dumb fwuffy stay dere!” she adds, turning and shitting on him.

>You and Sarah look at each other, dumbfounded.

“Should I get the hammer?”

>”Hell no, I don't want her blowing turds all over my new skirt.  Pick her up, I have a better idea.”

>You snatch the bratty fluffy out of the pen and follow Sarah back upstairs.

>She holds the squirming little cunt while you shed the jumpsuit.

>”Dumb hoomans gif foodies!  Pwincess Spawkle wan' sgettis wight now!”

>You take her back and follow Sarah to her Porsche and get in.

>”If this little fucker shits all over my car,” she hisses angrily.

>Princess Sparkle is in your lap, awestruck by the interior as you drive off.

>”Dis nice vwoomies!  Hoomans gif Pwincess Spawkle good sgettis?  Pwincess Spawkle wike hoomans!”

>”Jesus Christ, she's a fucking gold-digger too!”

>You barely make it out of town before you reach a railroad crossing.

>The gates are down and a train is barreling toward you, coming from the small railroad yard in the city limits.

>The growing noise makes Princess Sparkle very nervous.

>”No wike noise!  Make stop!  Pwincess Spawkle wike quiet!”

>”I can't make it stop, you moron.”

>”MAKE STOP!  MAKE STOP!  PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE SOWWY POOPIES ON NICE VWOOMIES!”

>”LIKE FUCK YOU WILL, YOU FLUFFY WHITE ASSHOLE!” she roars back, snatching her from your lap and getting out of the car.

>Just then, the train lumbers by in front of you, loud as hell.

>The fluffy brat begins shitting just as Sarah gets her pointed away from the vehicle.

>”NO WIKE DIS WOUD!  DUMB HOOMAN MAKE STOP!  PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE BIG SOWWY POOPIES ON DUMB HOOMAN!”

>A boxcar comes past with an open door, and Sarah hurls the shrieking fluffy into it.

>You can barely hear the banshee wail as the train moves away:  ”NO WAN'!  WOUD NOISE!  NO CWEAN!  GIF SGETTIS!  PWINCESS SPAWKLE MAKE SOWWY POOPIES!”

>A pissed looking Sarah gets back into the Porsche and slams the door.

“What happened to getting a shitload of white foals?”

>Sarah runs a hand through her purple hair while looking over.

>”Dude, I might be a bitch sometimes, but I wouldn't wish that little shit on my worst enemy, much less make you guys deal with her on a daily basis.”

>Sarah's heart might be as black as the clothes she wears, but even SHE has standards.

 

Author's note:  The latest adventures of Ginger_Fig's bratty as fuck Princess Sparkle.