>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.