"Ye, Who Tuck In Blankets Inside White Coffins...
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"Ye, Who Tuck In Blankets Inside White Coffins...
In the evening, normally Wooden Plow would have been busy with either drawing things or play with all his toys until dinner came, all under the watchful eye of either a babysitter or one of his parents, making a lot of noise and generally being a bit of a nuisance all the while.
Not so today.
He breathed heavily, sweat running down his forehead, his heartbeat beating quickly and tears running down his freckle-covered cheeks as he remained curled up, clearly hearing the slow, methodical hoofsteps echoing in tandem with her singing, which only intensified his wish she would never look under the bed.
“Woody, where are yooouuu?” his alleged babysitter called as she slowly paced about the quiet house, the sound of doors being slammed open and close reaching Wooden’s ears louder and louder. “Come out, I just want to plaaay~”
Wooden tried to get his head even closer to his chest, trying to hush his own breathing with his coat, warming it up to uncomfortable levels as he attempted to tighten up his fetal position, trembling as he did so. His hooves were now behind his neck and pushing down, while his rear hooves were pulled up to his chest to give him the illusion of protection.
“No, no, no…” he whispered. By now, he was laying on pool of his own tears, formed by his quiet bawling, which soon mixed with droplets of pee he had ejected in fear, his mind repeating the same, horrible images endlessly.
Her steps got closer by the second and so did his heartbeat and the rate of his tears.
“I’m cooomiiing!” she sing-sang loudly as she fluttered rapidly inside the bedroom, sweeping her left hoof underneath the bed, which caused him to groan and get scooped up. Her face had a glimmering grin, one that he could have sworn had a set of canines in it and that stretched from ear to ear; above there were her shimmering, wide eyes. One of them was definitely enjoying themselves at the expense of the other.
“You know what’ca gonna do on the bed, riiight?“ she brought him closer to her chest, enveloping him with a tight hug before dropping on the bed with a small grunt. ”Oh, how much fun we’ll have!”
He bit the air, pushed and attempted to trash around wildly, but, alas, to no avail, leaving him panting and whimpering in Flitter’s sinister embrace. Even when she loosened her grip on his chest, he couldn’t properly form anything even remotely resembling a sentence, relying instead on shaking violently and repeating “No… no…”
When he finally gave up on trying to squirm away, her eyes predatorily started to move down his body past his belly button and onto his lower abdomen, whence she stared intently and with desire.
“My, my, your lil’ nuts are as lovely as always!” she cheerfully said as she slid her left hoof over Wooden’s small testicles, stroking and fondling them lightly. “And look at your sheath, it’s so gorgeous!”
Wooden Plow let out a faint whine as he shifted around, using his front hooves to push her head away from him, but barely making her recoil. She, after not even two seconds, lowered her head and gave him a slow, long, snappy lick on his balls.
“Mmm, colt sweat, my favourite flavour!” she said in a cheerful way, starting to thoroughly massage his left nut with her slick tongue.
“S-stop, p-please…” he said as he trembled, trying to find the bravery needed to stand up, but ultimately leaving him only quivering and weakly kicking the air uselessly as he tried to ignore the sucking motion on such a delicate body part. “I’ll tell m-mommy!”
“And you think that’ll do anything?” She said, moving her mouth away from his tender balls and licking her lips, giggling as she spoke. “Lemme tell you, you won’t believed, I’ll keep doing this, and when you’ll die of abuse, I’ll just tuck in your blankie over your white coffin to put the feelings of guilt to sleep!”
Then she reclined her head and started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh...
... To Put Any Sense of Guilt Sleep."
Flitter woke up with a choked scream in her throat, her mind clouded, terrified and disgusted, and the feeling of sweaty sheets sticking to her onto her coat.
Panting and with her heart beating very fast, she looked around her, but all she saw was her wardrobe and her desk shrouded in the early morning’s light.
“I-it was just a nightmare… a very bad nightmare.” as she said so, her breath slowed down considerably along with her heartbeat. “Nothing really happened, he’s just fine and I went nowhere near to…”
She paused, cringing and clenching her right hoof against her chest, grinding her teeth a little, feeling a sharp cramp of disgust pushing back the crawling desire the nightmare inspired inside her.
“I can’t do that… I’m not the kind of pony that’d do that willy-nilly…. I mean, I don’t think so and I pray Celestia I may never test it.” She muttered to herself, as she carefully pushed the wet covers away, shuddering each time her moist coat pressing against her skin was hit by gusts of cold air, until she was full uncovered, the fresh air mercifully relieving her of the feeling of sweat. She stared at the ceiling above her for a bit, before she decided to get off her bed and go take a shower.
As she walked with careful steps through the corridor that lead straight to the bathroom, she noticed a little shape skittering around in the morning’s half-light.
“He’s awake… already?” she muttered to herself, stopping to look at him getting to the bathroom. “I would’ve thought he’d sleep much more than six hours, but I guess he didn’t feel that tired last night after all.”
She resumed walking, just as Wooden Plow closed the lavatory’s door behind him. Flitter looked absently-minded at the door, her mind elsewhere.
“Should I let him touch me?” she looked down at the pink carpet-floor. “I mean, I know what could happen at any time… and yet… does it matter, if he doesn’t know, if I don’t go too low?”
She shook her head and sighed.
“No, it doesn’t matter, not to you, not to you, not to anyone, knowing or otherwise.” She said, as the door opened, revealing Wooden Plow, his hooves still a bit wet and his messy green and red mane in its usual condiction.
“Good morning Woody.” she said, and he immediately looked up at her smiling.
“Good day cuz!” he said as he hopped in place “I had an awesome dream! It had me and you and mommy…”
Flitter sighed and tremblingly set her hoof on his head, ruffling his mane as he kept rambling on about last night’s dream.
“Good thing you don’t know me very well yet, lil’ cousin,” she thought, feeling a weight on her chest falling off. “You’d be scared of me if you did…”
