Little foals

by Adler

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Sex, Dark, Death, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1004

Based on a naughty lil' song. Psychoverse and Nightmare Night Special!

What would you do if you were an innocent filly or colt?

Follow not the earth pony with the red coat.

Warnings: Murder; Foalcon

Cover by me.

Published 2022-10-28 19:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-10-28 19:30:00 UTC

The only one

Ah ah ah I love little foals!

In a dark bedroom, barely illuminated by the sunlight through the curtains, there was a red coated earth pony in bed. His brown mane's bangs fell on his forehead and partly on his eyes. He was not alone in bed though. There was a bulge next to him.

They make me feel so good!

That pony, his name 'Red', looked to his right at the bulge under the white sheets of the bed. On one of the edges, a little muzzle uncovered could be seen.

I love little foals!

Red sat on his bed, looking forward. His back was pressed against the pillow behind him. His amber eyes shone in the darkness. Just like his white smile. Then he looked at the window. From the narrow edges of the curtains the sunlight invaded the room. Still, the room was dark as if it was night.

They make me feel so bad!

He looked back at the bulge. It swelled and deflated. Rythmically. With a forehoof, he softly tapped the sheets on top of the bulge. It groaned and whimpered. He rubbed it, drawing imaginary circles on it.

When they're around...!

Red chuckled and stretched his hindlegs. That move made the tiny little muzzle next to him to be slightly more uncovered from the sheets. Another moan came from it. Whatever was under the bedsheets, it was not resting peacefully.

... They make me feel like I have gotten the best crown!

Red rearranged his own body on the bed. The little bulge was shaking. Red looked at it. He laughed, but the sound was muffled as he covered his muzzle with a hoof. He wouldn't want to wake it up.

They don't care if I'm a strange outsider!

Red repositioned his hindlegs, pointing them towards the bulge next to him. As he did, with his forehooves, he made sure to cover its little muzzle again. The bulge was again completely covered by the sheets.

They don't trot away and it doesn't matter!

With one of his forehooves, Red grabbed the pillow behind him. Then, his back didn't have a support anymore and it arched. He kept staring at the bulge's white exterior. It breathed. Up and down.

They don't ask me questions!

Red grabbed the marshmallow-like object he had gotten with both of his forehooves. He moved it over where the little muzzle was just covered by the bedsheets. He was smiling, looking at the bulge and the pillow he had in front of him.

They don't look for answers!

He, softly, left the pillow on top of the upper and closest part of the bulge. Even though he wasn't touching it, he could feel the warmth emanating from it. It shook again with the slight contact it had with Red's pillow.

They just want to hold me!

He put his two forehooves on top of the pillow and started to apply pressure. He could start to feel the shape of the head under the sheets and the pillow. It was tiny and bony, as if it had been skipping meals.

The little foal is just too little, too little, too little, oh, too little!

Then, the bulge started to convulse. It was under the pressure of the stallion's strong forelegs. It was asking for something. It was asking for air. With all his tiny might fighting for it.

Isn't it fun?

Red arched his back even more, looking to apply more pressure on the little bulge's head. Although, in a moment of weakness, the pillow slipped away from it and a cry for help could be heard. It was coming from within the bulge.

Isn't this what Equestria wants?

"Buck off!" Red whispered with rage. From that angle he was, he could see the head of the foal that was before under the sheets. It had been uncovered when the pillow fell off it. "Stay still! We're just playing!" Red attempted to explain. But the foal, before a bulge, wasn't listening, shaking and fighting under Red's grip.

Isn't this a gift from the two?

After struggling so much, the foal was defeated by Red's grip strength. He put the pillow back on its face and applied pressure against its muzzle again. The foal hit Red's body.

It's Nightmare Night too!

Muffled screams and tiny little hooves uselessly hitting Red's body could be heard. Then it stopped. There was silence.

Ah ah ah I love little foals!

The foal had stopped fighting. It had also stopped moving. Still, Red kept applying pressure on the pillow against its face. Just in case.

They make me feel so bad!

A minute passed. Red was smiling victoriously. He loved their soft breathing against his belly and the warmth when he had a grip on them. He took the pillow away from the foal and looked at it.

I love little foals!

Red also love them when they suffocated and became cold empty shells. With a forehoof, he closed the horror filled eyes of the foal. He chuckled an put his hindlegs away from it.

Ah ah ah I'll see-ee you in hell!

Red jumped off the bed. He put his four hooves on the floor and started to walk. Without looking back, he opened the door of his room and crossed the threshold. He made sure to close the door behind him.

Somepony was knocking on the door. Red headed to the stairs and trotted downstairs. He went to first floor of his old two floor cottage. He was about to reach the door when somepony spoke:

"This is the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation! We have a search warrant! Open the bucking door!"

Red stopped just a leg away from the door. "Apeshit!" He turned around and galloped down the hallway. He ran past the kitchen and headed to the door that led to the basement.

After all, he had to burn the evidence down.

Not even in Nightmare Night's eve he could be left alone.