No Abuse Like Snow Abuse!

“This is undoubtedly the worst thing we have ever done.”

“You mean you have ever done! You brought it here!”

“That’s behind us now. We gotta figure out something before somepony dies!

Another schoolfilly came up to the two friends discussing matters of grave importance that could decide the fate of every pony in Equestria.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” The child asked, before its gaze averted downwards to an object lying on the ground. Immediately, the sight of this resulting thing that was indiscernible yet vulgar in its entirety of existence caused it to exclaim “What in the hay is that?!”

The culprit pegasus who brought this despicable item to the schoolyard clamped a hoof around the mouth of the ever questioning classmate. “Clam it! Look, if the teacher finds out about this we’ll get in trouble!”

Calmed, though still disturbed and traumatized, the classmate pushed the culprit away. “Alright, sorry. But just what is it?”

“Well, you see its” The culprit let this terrible sentence trail off, ashamed of how to explain it.

“It’s a sponge.” Turns out his friend was not so guilty. Although this simple yet eloquent description earned her a nasty look from he who brought the ever absorbent thing to school.

While they were in the midst of a visual contest of wills battling over the integrity of who is ashamed, our inquiry filled friend stated something that broke their gaze. “Guys, it’s moving.”

The two would continue this match of staring with righteous indignation later. Right now, they had some ‘splaining to do.

“Yeah, it does that sometimes.”

“So how did it get this bad?”

“Actually” began the colt responsible for this blight upon Equestria. “We just used it around the house.”

“Oh. Well that still doesn’t explain” and before this statement of the obvious could be made, the curious child was interrupted.

“We also used it in the kitchen, in the outhouse, on the lawn, we lent it to our neighbors, my parents lent it to their friends, we used in in the outhouse again, we used it at the local library, we used it on ducks, and we used it on the roof and we used it in the basement, and then lastly we used it in the outhouse. It’s really bad now, so nobody’s willing to touch it.”

“Alright. But how did you bring it to school?”

“I stuck it on a stick and carried it with me.”

“Well why don’t you just do that again and toss it away?”

The guilty party gestured with his hoof to a piece of wood that seemed to be melting. As hard as it was to believe, the stick was indeed liquefying before their very eyes, which was very worrying.

“Wow, you guys are in trouble.”

“Actually he’s in trouble. He’s the one who brought it here.” Said the filly classmate.

“Look, its not my fault!” Said the little pegasus who’s fault it totally was. “Please, you have to help me, we need to get rid of this before this ends up like the peanut butter experiment.”

The mention of this event caused this little trio to shudder, but it also helped them to form a unified conviction and dedication towards this goal.

“Alright, I’ll help.” The newcomer said. “So how should we get rid of it?”

Their conviction was shattered. They knew not what could be done, and it seems that their fates would be sealed.

“Oh, hello. What are you guys talking about?”

. . . Turns out hope hides in the strangest of places. And this time it was nice and cozy inside a little blind pegasus who walked up to the trio.

“Oh, hey Snowdrop. We were just talking about this-” The other filly of this growing band was shut up before she could finish this statement by the child who brought the sponge to school in the first place. Although he was willing to help her finish a sentence.

“Sandwich.” Well, it wasn’t her sentence anymore, but at least it was finished. “Yeah, we saw how cool it was you got your project looked at by Princess Luna. That ice star thing”

“Snowflake.” Snowdrop corrected.

“Yeah, snowflake. That snowflake was neat, so I made you a sandwich. You know, something that you can eat.”

“Oh, really?” Snowdrop’s spirits were held high at this show of kindness from her classmates. “Wow you guys, thanks!” She stepped forward, right in front of the object that was the subject of so much intrigue.

The three kids who showed up first all gathered around Snowdrop. Had they any words to tell her to stop before she ruined what's left of her existence, they refused to share them lest another incident rivalling the likes of the peanut butter experiment came to fruition. Silence wormed its way through them, whether it be a silent prayer that she die quickly and painlessly or the callously active hope that they escape this punishment. What is sure among these three is that this shall be a secret that they shall harbor throughout the remainder of their lives.

Snowdrop leaned her head down and smelt it. It was awful, and damaged her nostrils the moment the acrid aroma of effluvial grime of this thing, whatever it may have once been. Still, she wasn’t that surprised. It’d probably taste a bit better than her mom’s cooking at least.

With this comforting thought, she opened her mouth, brought her parted maw close to the edge of the sponge, and closed it, taking in one big bite. The jaws of the surrounding children dropped and their ears stung with the noise of vile munching sounds, mushing and mashing and gnawing and crushing. Juices leaked out of the corners of her mouth and sploshed onto the ground and corrupted where it landed. And from these splotches rose putrid vapors of evil fragrance. The other children couldn’t bear to experience this second hand, so they shut their eyes, plugged their noses, and covered their ears. But it was all to no avail, the imagination ran wild and bred thoughts of a most insidious caliber to forever haunt their nights. And despite the self-deprivation of their physical senses, they could still sense when yet another bite was taken. And another. And another.

This horror was inescapable, for their bodies could not fathom the will to flee, and so they were compelled by their situation to endure the terror of being witness to the abominable action. But soon they were released from this prison of the self for they opened their eyes to bear sight of a content and alive Snowdrop, and the sponge missing. They gained the rest of their senses and were all stunned.

Snowdrop licked off her lips and carefully wiped off the rest of her mouth with the back of her hoof, as her little meal seemed to be more sloppy than would have been proper. “Thanks a bunch you guys, that was really filling.”

The other female of this growing group fled to hurl, and it didn’t take long before the pegasus with all the questions followed suit in the other direction. This left the now scot-free child, face to smelly face with Snowdrop. “Yeah, um, yeah. No problem.” He said, stuttering and nearly incoherent as his mind slowly recovered from the evils to which his senses subjected him to moments earlier.

“I know it was a gift, but I can make a sandwich to pay you back.” Snowdrop’s head dropped slightly and her gaze, had she one, was pointed groundwards. “I mean, if you want.” A rosey blush painted her cheeks.

“Uh huh, that sounds okay.” And then all of a sudden a spark in his head went off like a light. “Wait, didn’t you make that cake for Celestia?”

Snowdrop nudged the ground a little with her hoof, just for the sake of not standing still like a dork. “Uh huh.”

This caused the young stallion to back away slowly. He was just a young, dumb, kid but if there is one thing he was sure of it’d be that he didn’t want to die anytime soon. “No thanks. Oh hey, look at the time.”

Snowdrop’s head perked up at the mention of what point in the chronological perception of this current stage in her life it was. That, and he used the word ‘look.’ Kinda a jerk move. “What time is it?”

“Yeah, seeya!” And he just bailed, leaving little Snowdrop alone outside the schoolhouse until the bell rang and she went back inside for class. She was then kicked out of class because she had a very smelly face. So then she went home, but she was kicked out of home because she had a very smelly face.