Mouth glued shut

Mouth glued shut

 

>A light gray earth fluffy pony mare is sleeping on the street

>Suddenly it jerks awake

>"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moans

>Her mouth has been glued shut

>On the previous day some kid tricked the pony

>Promised her nommies, but the "nommies" was a hot glue gun in her mouth

>She struggled harder than ever before, but the kid was stronger

>The glue burned her mouth, tongue and throat

>"Ouchiee! Hoowt! Fwuffy huuuwt! Nuuu! Nuuuummmfffhhpphhh!" were her last words

>The kid then held her mouth shut for a moment

>Excess glue oozed out, burned her lips and dried there, looks like she's drooling or something

>In panic, she rubbed her muzzle on the grass, "Mmmmmmmmm!"

>That didn't obviously help

>Then she poked her mouth with her hoof

>Didn't help either, "Mmmmmmmgghffffhhfhfhffffhh!"

>She ran in circles around the laughing kid

>Shit poured out of her ass

>Tears flowed from her eyes, the hot glue burning her throat

>Immense pain, but she could not scream

>"Why no mouth open? Why mouth huwt?" she pondered

>Finally managed to get out of the yard and on to the street

>She ran around the streets aimlessly

>"Mmmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

>Hours later, exhausted from all the running and shitting her tiny legs no longer could carry her

>She just slumped on the street and fell asleep instantly

>Now she's up again, hungry and thirsty as hell

>The worst panic is over

>She waddles around, trying to find something to eat and drink

>Moans all the time

>And rubs her muzzle against the asphalt, trees and traffic sign poles all the time

>Nothing helps

>It's a hot day, sun is shining

>"Wan wawa! Fwuffy wan wawa!" she thinks

>No sound comes out, except muffled moaning and whining

>There's a park across the street

>Lots of people and other fluffies playing in there

>Green grass and a small water fountain

>She hurries in the park as fast as her stubby legs can carry her

>Water is priority number one now

>The water fountain looks promising, so she climbs on the ledge

>Tries to drink, but mouth does not open

>She dunks her entire muzzle in the water and tries to drink

>But no water goes in

>No matter how hard she tries to open her mouth and drink, nothing happens

>"Mmmmmh! Mmmmmmm!"

>She's getting frustrated

>"Stoopid wava! Why wawa hate fwuffy?! Why no dwink?" she thinks

>She gets angry and splashes the water with her hooves

>Somehow manages not to fall in

>Tries to make angry sounds and puff her cheeks, but only pathetic moaning comes out

>The evil water does not get into her mouth

>Her face is dripping wet, so are belly fluffs and front legs

>But not a single drop of refreshing water in her mouth

>Defeated, she jumps down, tears falling from her eyes

>She rubs her muzzle against the fountain wall, as if trying to scratch an itch

>"Mmmmmhhhhh..."

>Mouth still doesn't open, she does not understand why

>There's a small park cafeteria

>Bumbles towards it

>Some humans are there, eating buns and other sweets

>They're petting other fluffies

>She hugs someone's leg

>"Mmmmmmm!"

>"What's the matter, fluffball?" the human asks. "Are you hungry?"

>"Mmmmmmmm!" she whines

>"Well, this is your lucky day" the human says and puts some uneaten buns on the ground before her

>"You can eat them, I'm already full" then the human walks away

>The fluffy watches the warm buns

>She tries to eat them, but mouth doesn't open

>She pushes them around with her muzzle, but nothing goes into her mouth

>"Stoopid food! Why no eat? Why no mouthie?" she thinks angrily

>Suddenly, the cafeteria owner comes out, holding bowls of steaming spaghetti

>"Here, fluffies! Here, here! Come get some sgetti!"

>The nearby fluffies smell the fresh spaghetti and get overexcited

>They hurrily gather around the owner

>"Wan nommies! Fwuffy hungwy! Gwass no good! Wan sgetti!" they babble

>"Here, I've been watching you little cute fluffballs. I know you like spaghetti, so I cooked some for you!"

>He places three bowls on the ground

>"Go on, eat it. I've never done anything like this before, but my customers sure seem to like you guys! If you behave and don't shit everywhere, I might do this again."

>The fluffies are happy and start to gulp down the 'sgetti

>"Nommies! Sgetti good! Fwuffy wike!"

>They babble happily and "Fank yoo" the owner

>They also drink from water bowls

>But the one lone fluffy can't

>She tries to get even one bite mouthful of food, but the mouth doesn't open

>"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmhh!" she gets angry again

>"Wan nommies! Wan nomieeeeees!" she yells in her head, but no sound comes out

>Angrily, she kicks the bowl over

>Other fluffies get scared

>"What is fwuffy's mawow pwobwem?" they ask mouths full of spaghetti

>"Hey! None of that! You ungrateful bastard!" the cafeteria owner yells

>Grabs her from the neck fluffs

>"You don't like spaghetti, fine. But you're not ruining it for the others!"

>He carries her away from the others and throws her to the ground

>She rolls on the gravel

>"Mmmmmmm...." she moans in pain

>Some of the cafeteria customers saw this

>"Obviously some fluffies don't appreciate good food", "Yeah.", "Some fluffies think they're so entitled.", "Yeah, I've seen those. They think they own the place or something."

>The lone fluffy walks away, crying

>"Mmmmmmm....."

>She goes to sit under a tree and cries quietly

>Tummy hurts immensely

>Throat is sore and dry

>Some hours later she again tries to drink from the fountain

>But the mouth still fails to open

>Angrily, she splashes the water again, loses her balance and falls into the water

>For a few seconds, she floats

>She looks like a floating sponge, face underwater but back fluffs are above water

>At least her tail floats

>Fluffy ponies can't swim, so wiggling her legs accomplishes nothing

>Then the wet, heavy fluffs drag her underwater

>Water, water everywhere

>But not a single drop goes into her mouth

>Air bubbles come out of her nostrils

>Suddenly, she feels being pulled up by neck fluffs

>She's pulled out of the water by some guy

>"You need to be careful if you drink from the fountain! You could have drowned!" he voice says

>"Mmmmmm!" fluffy responds

>"What? You could at least thank me for saving you."

>"Mmmmmhh!"

>"Uh. Stupid shitcannons."

>She gets thrown on the ground, again

>Human walks away

>Fluffy pony slowly walks away from the park

>"Mmmmm.... mmmmm!" is the only sound she can make

>It's getting late

>Her body is getting weak

>Exhausted and weakaned, she falls asleep on the street again

>Nobody pays any attention to the sleeping fluffy pony

>Next morning, she wakes up

>Her tiny body is trembling

>Second full day without any food or water

>Not much energy left

>She tries to eat grass, no luck

>Mouth still doesn't open

>Nobody pays any attention to the lone quietly mmmph-ing fluffy

>She's very weak now

>She just lies on the street

>Knowing the fluffy pony memory, it's possible that she does not even remember what "eating" and "drinking" are anymore

>"wan.. die... wan... die... wan... die... wan... die..."

>Her tummy hurts so much that she curls up into a tight ball and moans

>The second full food and waterless day slowly passes

>She roasts in the hot sun, too weak to move

>She's not even sweating anymore, her body is so dehydrated

>She sees other fluffies playing in the park

>Some other fluffies walked by and wanted hugs

>But because she could not talk and was too weak to hug, they quickly lost interest and left her alone

>Two days without shitting or peeing

>Nothing goes in, nothing comes out

>Not even whimpering anymore

>Only eyes move

>She mercifully passes out

>Wakes up much later

>It's dark, but not only because it's night, but because it's raining cats and dogs

>She manages to roll on to her back

>Cool, refreshing rain washes her belly and face clean

>But not a single drop of water goes in her mouth

>She closes her eyes for the last time

>Hours later the rain stops

>The pony doesn't move anymore

>Her tiny heart has stopped

>In the morning, a city maintenance worker throws her body into a dead fluffy bin

>Part of the guy's morning routines: get rid of fluffy pony bodies on the street

>Like all the other fluffies, she goes into fluffy pony hell. There is no fluffy pony heaven.

>She will spend an eternity in there, trying to eat and drink with her mouth glued shut

>The difference is, you can't die in hell. Ever. No matter what.

The End