A Few of Her Favorite Things
Author's Note
I made this entirely for fun, it not meant to be taken as a serious story 
A Few of Her Favorite Things
We begin our story on a day like any other, in a home on the poor side of Ponyville, where our lovable little colt Pipsqueak, the smallest of colts, resides with his loving parents.
“Please Mum, may I have some more?” Pip asked, having just finished a bowl of tomato soup his mother had prepared for the family. The mare looked down at him from her chair, closing her newspaper.
“More? You want MOOOORE?!”
“Y-yes mummy, I’m a growing colt, you know” he said in return
“Oi Hoofigald, you hear dis boy o’ ours?”
The father glanced over at her, having been staring at a space on the wall where a TV would sit in 75 years of technological advancement.
“Aye da’ wee buggah be wan’in more, he says! Hah!” he replied, laughing. Just then, the grandfather clock rung from the room over.
“Welp, looks like it’sa right bout time, innit? Ya mum’n I got tickets to ta theater tonight,” Pipsqueaks father said, standing up and putting on his top hat.
“But dad, you did remember to get a babysitter for me, right?” Pip asked, putting his bowl in the sink.
“U’hm…. ‘bout that….It may have slipped me mind”
Just then, a sudden storm appeared outside, and from the distance, a strange, cheery mare began to descend from the sky, holding a tiny umbrella in her mouth a large purse in her hooves, with a tiny bonnet resting upon her head. She slowly touched the ground, adjusted her hat, and knocked at the door of Pip’s house.
“Oh I’ll get it,” said Pip’s mother, opening the door and meeting the strange mare.
“You are the mother of Philip P Squeak, are you not?”
“Uhm, yes I is, but who are you?” Pip’s mother asked in confusion
“Marey Cloppins, at your service. And I’m here to babysit your young foal, Pip.”
“Sounds right good to me, innit? C’mon, lets ‘ead on out then!” Pip’s father exclaimed, taking his mom’s hoof in his and trotting off to the theater, leaving Pip alone with this questionable stranger who appeared from nowhere.
“Erm” Pip said shyly, pausing “H-hello there”
Pip’s new babysitter smiled down at him before trotting inside and closing the door.
“Why hello there, little one. I’m Marey, Marey Cloppins, and it looks like I’m your new nanny!” she said as she sat her overly large purse on the table, petting the little foals head lovingly.
“Golly, miss Marey, its nice to meet you. Say, where did you come from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in Ponyville before,” Pip said, blowing his hair out of his face, which had fallen there from the petting.
“Oh, I simply fly from place to place, foalsitting those who need me most.”
“Fly? But you are an earth pony, how can you fly?”
“Oops, pardon me, using this little umbrella of mine!” she said with a smile, holding up the absurdly tiny umbrella.
“You don’t seem quite right, Miss Cloppins. But then again, I do think you are nicer than my parents already,” he said, hugging her leg softly as she turned to put the umbrella back into the bag .
“I am quite nice – but firm – and I expect my little foals to obey my commands while I am caring for them.”
“Say, do you do anything with the foals you are taking care of? Perhaps a game we can play?” he said excitedly, hoping to enjoy this evening with his foalsitter.
Mrs. Cloppins began to sing while bobbing up and down with her words playfully.
“Chim chimney, chim chimney, chim-chim, churrey! This colt is as lucky, as lucky can be!”
She twirled around to face him.
“Chim chimney chim chimney, chim-chim, churro! Its you I’ll rub off- erm, or play games with too!”
Pip opened his eyes in surprise as he caught the odd statement, stepping back slowly, but she stepped forward to get close.
“Now give me a kiss, for I’m getting lucky too!”
Pip gasped and quickly turned, running upstairs to hide from his babysitter and leaving Miss Cloppins quite disappointed.
“Oh fiddlesticks, why must some of these colts run? I guess it can’t be helped. We shall play games first.”
And with that our babysitting mare trotted up the stairs, going from room to room. She swayed her tail happily as she searched the closet’s, under beds, and even in the bathroom.
“While I spend my time in the winds on a dare...”
She stopped, seeing Pip’s tiny tail sticking out from the bedroom closet. She slowly snuck up on him, opened the closet, and pulled him close.
“In this great wide world there’s no happier mare!”
Pip screamed in fear from the surprise, and passed out, awakening several minutes later and finding that he had been tied, gagged, and laid on his bed, with Miss Marey Cloppins sitting on a table across the room with her large purse while looking at a pocket watch.
“Ah, Pipsqueak, you awoke right on time. I’ll have you know I like punctuality in a colt.”
She closed her pocket watch and opened her large purse, putting it back inside.
“But I’m sure you must be curious as to what I’m going to do to you, so perhaps I should tell you...Or rather, I feel a song would be more effective.”
Taking a deep breath, she began to explain while digging things out of her purse.
She began to pull out a large, thin candle stick.
“Hot wax drops and chocolate kisses!”
A thick leather whip dropped onto the table as she continued to dig
“Mrs Cloppin's whip strikes are 0 percent misses!”
She turned to Pipsqueak who was squirming roughly on the bed in an attempt to escape.
“Adorable male foals, all tied up with strings –
these are a few of my favorite things!
Pinto-patterned ponies and sensual doodles...”
She turned around and began to pull yet more toys out of her seemingly endless bag.
“Ballgags, thick rope and a ring for your noodle!
There is no safe word while under my wings
These are a few of my favorite things!”
Pulling out a large French maids outfit, she trotted over to Pipsqueak and began to slip it on him, making him blush and yell
loudly against the gag
“Colts in mares dresses with bright red sashes,
Thin latex pants that show off my prey's asses.”
Gathering up the tools she had pulled out, she smirked and leaned over the bound and helpless little foal, prepared to have
her way with him.
“I'll make sure that its my way you'll swing,
These are a few of my favorite things.”
