Title:           Baby Ponks /r/
Author:          Metaphysic
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Q8XXshyB
First Edit:      Sunday 12th of October 2014 09:09:04 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 12th of October 2014 09:09:04 AM CDT

>On your way to retrieve the newspaper, your foot lightly strikes against a cardboard box.
>You look down to see an infant, now awoken from her uneasy sleep as she cries.
>Her pink mane obscuring one of her eyes as she weeps.
>It seems someone has left her at the doorstep.
>The blanket is full of holes and patches, poor girl must be freezing out here.
>You read a cardboard sign resting in her hooves, crudely written by presumably the one who left her here.
>NEED A GOOD HOME.
>God, you hate kids.
>But it's raining out, the thunder is sure to scare her.
>And behind the rags, she's cute as a button.
>You slide the box into the house as you shut the door behind you.
>Lord, she smells like an anchovy.
>She's shivering too, if she had more teeth, they'd be clattering.
>You take her out of the box as you draw her a warm bath in the sink, washing her off with a rag.
>You accidentally get soap in her eye as she panics and bawls.
>Shit.
>After that fiasco, you brush her teeth.
>You wince as they're yellow as maize, whoever was taking care of her must have had trouble taking care of themselves anyways.
>When her teeth are sparkly white, you dry her off and fit her with one of your spare shirts laying around.
>It's too big for her, as she crawls around dragging it behind.
>You leave her alone to play with some spare newspapers and crayons as you prepare your own dinner.
>Soon coming back to your carpet stained in piss.
>After resisting scolding an infant, you put some paper towels together to form an improvised diaper for the night.
>At dinner, you attempt to feed her some raspberry jam on a spoon, as she giggles when you get frustrated while she resists the spoon.
>The night soon comes, as you set her down in a cabinet drawer full of pillows next to your bed.
>Her mane is a puffy unkempt mess now, as she lays in bed.
>You wonder what you're going to do with this kid.
>First thing tomorrow, go over to the church and drop her off and-
>"Dada."
>...On second thought.