This choice: Have a heart, spit out her mom. • Go Back...Chapter #6A full heart and an empty stomach by: Godot   You desperately wanted to keep your meal, you wanted to sit back and digest your hard-earned feast that you worked all day to get, and you really wanted this little brat to leave you alone. But when little Berry Pinch stared up at you wish those enormous eyes and a whimper on her lips, when she asked you where her mother was, when she told you with every ounce of her childhood innocence that she wanted to see her mother, you didn't stand a chance. You rubbed the back of your head nervously and said,
"Uhm, yeah, of course!" you glance around nervously, "I, um, I have her right here!"
"You do?" Pinchy's eyes light up like a hearth's warming fire.
"Yeah, I, uh..." You've gotta think quick. "Turn around! Yeah, that's right, turn around, close your eyes and cover your ears with your hooves, okay? No peeking!"
Pinch's smile doesn't fade as she turns around and follows your directions to the T, never once letting her childish excitement fade. She's really excited to see this filly must really love her mother. You wish your mother was loveable. If she was, maybe you wouldn't be eating ponies today. Oh well, gotta keep your mind on the present. You raise one hoof up to your throat, close your eyes, and slowly plunge your hoof down to trigger your gag refl-
Hurk.
With a single wretch you cough up the entirety of Berry Punch, who thankfully is nearly completely undigested, save for losing a bit of skin on her butt. Nothing a few band-aids won't fix. Her real problem is being covered hoof-to-head in your slobber. But that's a problem you don't care to see the end of. You slip out of the living room window and close it behind you while Punch is coming to. Her daughter's curiosity gets the better of her, she peeks and sees her mother sitting there and she just has to hug her, drool or not.
"Mommy! Where were you mommy?"
Punch blinks, looks at her drool covered hoof and quickly dives across the room. Pinchy watches as her mother grabs a bottle of whiskey she left on the ground, stares at it in abject horror, and then lobs it right out the window.
"Mommy?"
...
Touching family reunion or not, you're still faced with an agonizingly empty tummy. As you walk through the darkened streets of Ponyville, every pony yuo see looks tastier and tastier. Finally, you decide you can't wait any longer and hone in on your new target:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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