The Curse

I stared out my window, Coke pony sitting across from me and dripping condensation. "...Radek...it's hot."

I nodded, rubbing my brow and leaning back into my chair. "Yeah.... You wanna go in the fridge?"

Coke pony smiled wide. "Can I fit?"

I stood up, starting off towards my kitchen. "Eh, we'll figure something out."

Coke pony's hooves clinked against the floor, slowly following me with a loud fizz. "Radek...you're not thirsty?"

I shrugged. "Not right now, probably after I trim the tree, by then you'll be nice and cold." I pushed the swinging door to my kitchen open, holding it for the glass horse. "...I mean.... Hmm, never mind." I mumbled, thanking god that I only had the one mare to deal with.

Coke pony sauntered past, hooves even louder when forced against the linoleum floor of the kitchen. She started at the fridge, smiling wide and fizzing. "What are we gonna do in the fridge Mr?"

I glared at her. "...How do you even know that joke?"

"...Um...Chrome pony...." She mumbled poking the ground with her hoof. "I thought it'd be funny...."

I let out a quick groan and yanked open my fridge. "Get in the--" I stopped, looking into the over stuffed mess. "...Damn.... Well, you're not going in there."

Coke pony snaked her way between my legs. "Aw...but--"

"Freezer it is!" I shouted, slamming the door closed and pulling my freezer open. A huge space was left over since I'd cleared it out. "You fit in a vending machine...you'll fit in there right?"

Coke pony pressed her hooves against the fridge, looking into the freezer and forcing her liquid to settle in her chest and neck. "Um.... It's a little too cold in there."

I shrugged. "I'll just have to get you out of there before you freeze. I'll set a timer or something."

Coke shifted around nervously. "Um...but--"

"It's either the freezer or you get to hang out in the heat, what's it gonna be?"

Coke let out a soft whimper. "...You promise you won't forget me?"

"I bought a pack of coke just so you could come hang out with me!" I shouted, picking her up and lifting her towards the freezer. "Just take a nap, chill out and we'll talk later."

Coke grumbled and moaned as I stuffed her in my ice covered freezer. "Ah-ahhh, it's cold...."

"It's a freezer." I stated, stuffing her head into the freezer and slowly closing the door. "You gonna be okay in there?"

Coke snuggled into the tight space. "Uh...just please don't let me freeze."

I closed the door, enjoying the small hiss as the cold air swirled around the freezer. "I won't!" I yelped, hurrying out of the kitchen and into the garage. The places smelled like power tools but it was my baby. I had tools from fifty years ago, brand new tools, gas powered, electric, I loved tools.

"Where'd I leave that stupid--"

"Hello, sir!" A husky, sir yes sir, voice snapped from a pile of rags. A petite pony with a trim mane and a pull-cord tail wiggled free, her mane black, her coat a slick red-orange. "Chainsaw, reporting!"

I stared at the black orange pony, growing a little fed up with the ponies since my toaster talked to me for an hour before turning back to normal. "...Seriously? Can I not trim a fucking tree in peace?"

Chainsaw walked up to me, looking me up and down. "Sir?"

I let out a worn out sigh and grabbed the pony. "What ever, let's get started...." I hoisted the pony up to my ear, giving her a quick shake. "...You're empty."

Chainsaw groaned wobbily. "Uh-uh-uh-ye-eh-es." I set her down, leaving her to shake her head and sort herself out. "Um...I am pretty hungry."

I hesitated to ask where her fuel cap was after I had to stuff my toaster's backside full of bread. "So uh.... If I like, give you a gas can and some oil...can you sort yourself ou--"

"Wait!" A rough voice cried out, "Wait! It's dark, just give me a second!" As the voice continued to freak out something tugged my leg.

A bright red pony with a yellow horn was standing at my side. "Um...hi...you...you needed me?" The tiny gas can asked, hiding behind a long yellow mane. "I mean...I was under a bunch of stuff...so I thought I'd find you before you had to find me...."

"Wait!" The rough voice cried out, followed by a loud bang as a paint can hit the ground and a bright silver stallion hopped out from behind a cardboard box. "Ha, made it!" He trotted up to me and snapped his hoof towards me. "Alright, who's getting filled up?"

I felt my face go slack, my ability to understand what fucked up magic was at work obliterated as my Gas Can, my Chainsaw and my Oil stood before me. "I- so-- Fuck it, if we're doing this we're going out back!" I threw my hands up and wandered to the back door of the garage. "So many doors in this stupid place!" I snapped, leading my supplies towards the back patio. "Go on, go, get, outside, andele!" I snapped my fingers, scaring Gas Can and causing the other two to grumble bitterly. "Save it, I just wanted to--"

"Oh my manufacturer!" Chainsaw snapped, staring up at the tree in my back yard. "I-uah- ahhhhhh...." She hung her mouth open, drooling slightly and showing my her bright shiny metal teeth. "Um.... Sir, I want that!"

I shook my head and pulled a seat over to the concrete landing just before my lawn. "Look...you can eat that entire tree, but can you guys just.... Look, one part oil, fifty gas. Can you guys manage that?"

Oil smiled lewdly, "Just tell me who...." He practically moaned, his words dripping off his tongue.

Gas Can blushed hotly, "I- not me right?!"

I rubbed my head as I took a seat, undoubtedly about to witness something unique. "How is oil hormonal? How?" I placed my head in my hands and shook it softly left and right. "Chainsaw needs fuel, badly!" I made a horrid joke, feeling extremely stupid afterwards. "Just...get to it."

Oil started laughing huskily. "Hey baby...I like your pull cord...." I could see something plastic start to grow on Oil's underside. "Come on babe, let's get that gas cap off and get you lubed up."

Chainsaw looked extremely off put by the over eager oil, but slowly reached to her gas cap, situated right under her exhaust, which in turn was right under her tail. "I hope you go stale...."

Gas Can walked up beside me, sitting next to me and watching as the silver coated Oil mount my Chainsaw and give a few starting thrusts. "Um...mister...I'm sorry...."

I looked down at Gas Can as Oil mad a bunch of lewdly wet thrusts. "For what sweetie? You didn't do anything...."

Gas Can shifted uneasily, apparently modestly upset by Oil's lewd thrusting and the sheer appearance of him mounting Chainsaw was rather disturbing. "I know...but...you seemed mad, and I just.... I didn't want to make it worse." She looked up at me with a apologetic expression. "I know...I'm just a container...but I still don't want to make you mad."

"Oh baby...take that slick goo right inside ya' oooo-ooo-here it- fu--" Oil pony jammed himself forward, lifting his head up and forcing his hips against my Chainsaw.

I shook my head at Gas Can. "You don't make me mad sweetheart.... I mean, the fact that I just called a gas can a sweetheart should say a lot.... I mean, I called my toaster an asshole so.... Anyways, what makes me mad is watching my tools fuck in front of me."

Chainsaw let out a disgusted grunt, "...It's really runny...." She kicked her legs out as Oil stepped back, panting and trying to catch his breath.

"Hey...it's lube, it's supposed to be nice and creamy." Oil walked up to me, out of breath and still panting. "Hey...so I'm gonna go back to sleep, call me next time you need some pumping."

I glared at the pompous pony as he walked back into the garage. "...Well...he's a prick." I looked back to the chainsaw as she walked over, a bit of oil dripping from her backside. "Well...I- I mean I'm assuming--" I looked down at the gas can. "How- horn?" I asked, rubbing her head.

The gas can let out a quick squeak. "I- you could pour it out...and then put it--"

Chainsaw stepped up. "Trooper, I just let that greasy jerk inside my gas hole, I need some proper fuel, stat!"

The gas can slowly tried to hid behind me, "I'd rather just--"

I put my arm around her back, pushing her towards Chainsaw. "Please...I really don't want to get covered in gas...."

The chainsaw turned around, exposing the solid black tube where her pussy should be, the cap hanging off by a safety string. "You heard the man! Hup to, hup to!"

The gas can tried to hide behind her mane. "But...you're gonna have to dump it out...and I just...I-- Wait, wait, I'm not ready!" she squealed as I plucked up and tilted her horn-nozzle towards Chainsaw's gas cap. "Wait I don-- Ah- ahhhh." The mare went slack as I tilted her head down, "Oooooooh, it feels so good to let it out."

Chainsaw shifted uneasily. "Oh...it tingles...."

I looked off to the side as the sound of gas hitting the half empty tank reminded my of drunk nights I'd had to piss in a dumpster. "...Nothing weird about this...."

"Chainsaw...I'm sorry it's cold...."

"Just a man--"

Chainsaw let out a short huff, "It's fine, just remember not to flood me."

"-Pissing a gas pony into a chainsaw pony.... Just an average day for an average man." I kept going until I was sure of the ratio and set the blushing gas can down. "...John never had this problem...."

The gas can shivered softly, eyes closed and an adorably lewd pout across her lips. "That felt nice...."

I scrunched up my lips. "Peeing does feel good...now...go chill."

The bashful gas can limped back, "Um...remember to fill me from the pump later...I'm a little low--"

"Garage, now please."

"...Okay."

Left alone with Chainsaw I hopped up from my seat. "Alright...how-- Can you close yourself? I really don't want to touch you...."

Chainsaw craned her head around. "Sir...it'd be easier if you just--"

"Alright, alright fine!" I ducked down and screwed the gas cap back on, my hands slimy from sloppily applied oil. I looked over the mare's red backside, "...Geez, when's the last time I cleaned this stupid thing?" I ran my finger along the exhaust, chipping off a bit of rust. "Gro--"

"Sir....please get your finger out of there."

I quickly realized the equivalent of what I was fingering. "Uh.... I- so...." I walked around to the chainsaw's side. "Gotta just...." I picked her up and started shaking her, the orange mare going stiff to give me the easiest way to grab her. The gas and oil sloshed around her insides, "So, you feel ready?

Chainsaw hummed softly, "Hmm, just pull my cord...and uh...be rough."

I set the mare down. "...This is a sex thing, isn't it?"

The chainsaw shifted softly. "Uh.... I- is it bad if it is?"

"Shut up." I grabbed her plastic flank and gripped the cord. "Three, two, one--" I yanked the cord.

"Ahhrara!"

I waited a few seconds. "...You alright?"

Chainsaw's voice was a bit shaky, "I- that was.... Go on...."

"One, two, th- this is a sex thing isn't it!?" I snapped, hesitating to pull the cord. "Oh fuck it, three!" I yanked the cord again.

"Ah-ha-harara-ra-- Fu- almost...go again...."

I grabbed the cord head a final time. "Three!" I yanked the cord, hearing the familiar sound of the engine starting up.

"Ah-aha-aaaaahrararararARARARARARARARARARA...." Chainsaw started sputtering and shaking softly, a bright red blush over her face as she held her mouth open, her voice shaky and barely composured. "OOOOOH DECKERERERERERERERER!"

I shook my head as I hoisted the orgasmic machine towards the tree, "You think you can chew through this?" I shoved her towards the tree, "I know how to do it, got room--"

"PUT WOOD IN MY M-M-MOUTH!"

"Fuck, fine!" I reached up into the decent sized tree and started letting the ravenous mare chew through branches and scream her, rararararararararar, as she tore the wood apart. "Holy crap!" I pulled her back, watching her chomp and grind the wood chips into her mouth. The bright red blush was still riding across her face, "Cumming and eating is bad for you! Probably...."

"SHUT UPUPP-P-P-P!"

I rolled my eyes and went to work cutting apart the medium sized tree. "Bossy bitch...." I ignored the ripping sound of Chainsaw's eating and went to work destroying the tree. "Come on you bitch, come on!" I snapped, taking the proper chucks out of the base of the tree. "Raaaaaa!" I got into the cutting and constant noise as the vibrating chainsaw chewed through the tree. "There!" I stepped back and switched off the chainsaw.

"RARARARARARA-raaaaaaah Ah- ah- aha--" I set Chainsaw down, watching her catch her breath and chew the wood in her mouth. "Ooooh, that felt good. Taste birch."

I left her to collect herself and went around the side of the tree. It wasn't safe, it wasn't proper, but I slammed my weight into the tree and caused it to slowly tilt to the side and fall over. "Fuck you tree!" I screamed, standing on it. "Yeah! Fuck, that was awesome!"

Chainsaw wandered over to me. "Hey...you gonna eat that?" she poked the tree.

I cocked my head. "Uh...." I reached around her back and gave her cord a quick yank, starting her up and sending her wild. "Hav- aw fuck I left the coke in a fridge!" I shoved the unassumingly dangerous tool to the side and bolted back into the the house. "Shit- shit- shit!" I slipped in the kitchen, quickly forcing myself back up.

I jumped upright, flinging the freezer door open and finding an angry looking coke staring at me. "....C-c-c-cold en-n-nough?"

I smiled wide as she crawled out of the freezer, her insides half frozen slush. She kept her tail down and head hung low. I put my hand on her ice cold back. "I'm really sorry about that."

Coke stared back at me. "...I'm gonna go thaw out...."

I stood there, next to the open door of my freezer. "Uh.... Yeah...." I closed the freezer door, spotting a beaming silver face next to my own. "...Toaster...go away."