I had just gotten back home from the fedora shop just down a few blocks from my house as I just purchased a special, black fedora that I had my eyes on for quite some time. Before I reached for the door, I wiped my hands on a handkerchief I kept in my front pocket to get rid of the doritos stains on my hand. After taking the time to clean my hands, I adjusted my new fedora, took hold of the door handle, and stepped inside. I made my way up the staircase just a few feet in front of the main entrance as I headed up to my room. I could hear a voice yelling to me from down below.
"Hi, son, dinner's almost ready," my mother said in her raspy voice. I stopped in my tracks to take the time to yell back at her. I said in an authoritative voice, "How many times must I tell you, you cisgendered pig? I'm a trisexual apache and I would prefer if you addressed me as such." Continuing my journey, I finally managed to make it to my room. I carefully took off my new fedora and trench coat and placed them both on their respective hangers in my closet. After glancing over my prized collection of 20 fedoras and 13 trench coats, I waddled my way over to my desk and sat down in my cozy chair.
I turned on my computer and began to open up my favorite MLP rule 34 when I suddenly heard a knock at my door and a familar voice. "Are you coming downstairs for dinner? It's spaghetti tonight, your favorite," my mother said. "Can't I have some alone time for once, woman? I'm tired of being oppressed by your presence," I said before letting out a sigh and returning to my daily routine. While continuing to masturbate to my favorite sfm webm of fluttershy, my door was knocked down and a large figure stood at the door. It was my dad.
"Why the hell won't you listen to your mother and come downstairs for supper? Do I have to beat you again?" he yelled across the room as his gaze was locked dead on my eyes. "I will once you let me have my alone time," I said before turning back to the computer screen. Angered by this, my father walked over to the computer and saw fluttershy getting shat all over. "What the frack are you watching? I can't believe my son is watching this bullshit," he said as he grabbed the computer screen. "If you won't come downstairs because of this filth, I'll just have to get rid of this." He ripped out the wires to my desktop and carried the desktop over to the window. I tried to stop him, but my hands were too greasy and I was only 5'3" while he was 6'2". As my attempt was in vain, my father took my computer and through it out of the 2nd floor window onto the driveway below. smashing it to pieces.
He then turned to me and slowly took off his belt. "You know what I'm going to have to do now since you won't listen," he spoke. My father pulled down my pants and began to whip me with his belt while my mother watched from the door entrance, having heard all of the commotion from downstairs. I cried in anguish as I would never again be able to masturbate to my wonderful fluttershy while my father released all of his anger on my sacred ass cheeks. I spent the rest of my night curled up in my bed thinking about her.
It started out just like an average weeknight for me.