Judgment: The Dump (2/3)

>It is necessary that you keep these fluffies as calm as possible.

>Since their stomachs are already distended, they are a threat.

>If they become agitated and begin running around, a few may get out into the city.

>You must kill them in the least traumatic way you can.

>Thus, the bag of treats.  These aren't the treats they sell at stores, though.

>These are the things they use to humanely euthanize fluffy ponies at vets.

>Since fluffies are notoriously terrified of needles, they get these yummy death sentences instead.

>They contain enough pentabarbitol to wreak havoc on the fragile fluffy nervous system.

>”New fwiend haf nummies!” one shouts.

>The herd wobbles over to you as fast as they can.

>You now notice that some of the fluffies have injuries.

>Some of them limp visibly, others have one eye, or one ear, or even no ears.

>Some are missing fluff in various places, and a few only have one or two legs.

>A sizable amount of other fluffies are wearing collars with tags.

>Lost strays.

>It's too late for them now.

>”New fwiend, can haf nummies pwease?” a fluffy green unicorn asks, pawing at your legs.

“Of course.”

>You have a seat on the dirt, opening the bag.

>You hand out treats, one at a time, to the fluffies that approach.

>”Yummy nummies!” they bleat.

>This encourages more fluffies to come over, including injured ones.

>”P-pwease no huwt fwuffy,” a pinkish pegasus missing one of her wings begs.  “Jus' wan' nummies fo' tummy...”

>You pat her gently on the head and smile while feeding her the deadly delicacy.

>A collared yellow unicorn stray comes up next.

>“Am hung'y an' miss daddy, new fwiend take to daddy?”

“Sure I will.”

>”New fwiend hewp fwuffy!” he cheers, hugging you as tight as he can.

>You feed him a treat and send him on his way.

>”New fwiend no huwt fwuffy?” a blue earth fluffy with one eye asks.  “Gif nummies?  Wuv fwuffy?”

>You pet him gently as he eats his last meal, reassuring him that you won't hurt him.

>Fluffies come over one at a time.

>They speak to you about being hungry, about not wanting to be hurt.

>They miss their daddies and mommies, they miss the other fluffies in the houses they once occupied.

>”Why sweepy?  New fwiend gif nummies!” you hear behind you.

>A brown pegasus nudges the dying green unicorn you fed first.

>His breathing is so slow, the pegasus thinks he's napping.

>Even as you continue feeding the patient, jabbering fluffies, their friends begin to fall around them.

>”Wha?  Why nappies now?”, “Fwiend sweepy!”, “Huggies sweepy fwiend!”

>You receive more hugs during the next hour from fluffies than you have in the previous six months.

>They bleat how much they love you for being nice, for giving them a toy, for feeding them.

>They reward your kindness with licks, and nuzzles, and embraces.

>You reward their trust with death.

>Soon, over three-quarters of their number lie comatose and dying.

>The remaining twenty-five or so are beginning to get nervous.

>”Why fwiend no wan' huggies?” they begin to ask.

>It takes more urging to get them to eat.

“They're tired, let them sleep.  Come get a treat.”

>After some work, you're down to five less than willing fluffies.

>”Am scawed, fwiends take big nappies, fwuffy no wan' take big nappies...” a dark red pegasus says.

>He understands what is happening.

>”Big nappies?  Wha dat?” a purple unicorn asks, just after gulping down the treat you finally convinced her to take.

>You reach into the bag and realize you've got a serious problem: you're out of treats.

>Oh well, there are only four fluffies left.

>You'll have to off them the old-fashioned way.

>You stand up and walk over to the nervous red pegasus.

>”No wan' big nappies, new fwiend, pwease no gif?” he pleads.

“I won't.”

>”Fank you!” he cheers, waddling over to hug your leg.

>Before he can, you raise that foot and slam it down on his skull, popping it like a melon.

>Brain matter and fluff cling to your boot as you walk toward the three remaining fluffies.

>”Nuuuuuuu!  Why new fwiend huwt fwuffy?!” they bawl, clinging to each other for comfort.

>The purple unicorn is feeling the effects of the drugs.  Her speech is slurred.

>”Whaaaaaa...?  New fwiiiiiiend huw...huwt?  Fwuffy?” she drawls, stumbling around like a drunk.

>The three fluffies left are too terrified to run.

>”Pwease no huwt!  Pwease no huwt!” they shout at you.

>You pick them up, one by one, and throw them down on the ground to injure them.

>Sharp cracks come from their legs as they impact the dirt.

>They lie on the ground sobbing, trying to drag themselves away from you.

>Now that they can't get away, you stomp their skulls.

>You're done here.

>You start throwing fluffy corpses into the disposal cell while the purple unicorn waddles about, occasionally falling on her side and crying.

>It's an odd sound, like a regular fluffy pony mewl slowed way down.

>The tags of the collared strays catch your eye as you toss them in.

>A yellow pegasus named Lemondrop.

>A blue unicorn with a whitish mane named Gandalf.

>A reddish-orange earth fluffy named Sunset.

>All the tags have phone numbers, addresses.

>You continue to drop the dead into their mass grave.

>Was this one a once-beloved family pet that was no longer wanted?

>Did this one get lost after being scared, and never found its way home?

>Even though this one had only two legs, did it somehow escape its abusive owner to find a better life?

>You feel a light thump on the back of your leg.

>The purple unicorn has expired, tipping against your calf.

>You throw her in last.

>As you dust off your hands, you look around.

>Across from you, a silvery pegasus with yellow eyes and a white mane and tail looks back.

>Where the hell did it come from?

>It – she, you quickly learn – begins shrieking.  “Munsta!  Munsta hewe!  Munsta huwt fwuffies!  Wun!  Wun 'way!”

>She waddles away at top speed.

>You look in the direction she's going and see a fuckton of swollen dams, and an equally high number of panicking attendants in the distance.

>And you're all out of delicious death treats.

>Shit.