Author's Note

[Not Safe For Work] [Stuffing] [Toddlercon] [Crying] [Anal] [Non-consent]
Characters: [Pound Cake] [Pinkie Pie]
By Eu Vou!

[NSFW] Punishment by Eu Vou!

Pound Cake wasn't feeling too well.

After he had squirted his apple juice over the family's radio, mom had spanked him severely, dad had belted him with sandpaper, and now Pinkie was doing... something, with fruits.

"What a-are you doing?" He asked, shivering, as Pinkie slowly but surely peeled a banana.

There was a brief moment of silence.

Then, all of the sudden...

"You've been a naughty colt!" Pinkie Pie shrieked angrily, as she rapidly stuffed the completely unpeeled fruit up his butt, making welp and blush. Then Pinkie Pie took a bunch of bananas and peeled them all in a few seconds.

Pound's pupils shrunk, as she felt bananas going up his rectum in rapid succession, sometime smoshing against his asshole rim and dripping on his tiny balls, sometimes fully going inside him. In any case, he soon felt stuffed and somewhat in pain, which made him cry.

"Why, Auntie, why?" The little colt shouted, crying hot tears of pain, his bowels getting way too painful to keep in check.

"You know why very well!" Pinkie Pie shrieked angrily, as she peeled yet another one banana and stuffed it up Pound Cake's butthole, making it squelch against the asshole rim and making Pound whelp again and cry.

"P...please... stop..." Pound Cake begged, as he released his bladder onto the table.

"I was going to," Pinkie Pie said, as she turned around, running away.

Pound sighed of relief while still crying.

However, it was in vain.

Soon, Pinkie was back with a pineapple, which she cut in triangles, "But since you've had an accident on the table... I have no other choice but keep going."

Pound Cake shrieked again, as the first pineapple piece was a inserted inside the banana mush inside his bowels. By that point, his asshole was gaping and his bowels were bulging out. Pound was begging for release from his pain out loud, but to no avail, as Pinkie Pie kept pushing pineapple pieces into him.

After two more minutes, Pound Cake looked more like a stuffed turkey than a little foal. He was pretty much round, his stubby hooves too short to touch the table's surface.

He whimpered, moaned, cried, until his bowels gave up, jetting mushed banana and poop out, covering Pinkie in a mound of mush, as Pound sighed and let out a nervous giggle at the sight.