- >Aura had been crying for punishment at various volumes all night while in the safe room.
- >And she still is.
- >”Sawah, pwease sowwy stick...”
- >Your cousin is over, sitting on your couch.
- >Aura is in her lap, trembling and sniffling.
- >”You haven't done anything bad, Aura.”
- >”Auwa am bad fwuffy, neva haf babehs, wan' sowwy stick...”
- >”Tiffany, what did you do to her?”
- >You smirk widely as you come back from the kitchen and sit down.
- “I might have had a little fun with her.”
- >”Fun, huh. It must be grand, having something you can mentally torment.”
- “Hey, ya asked for a less than positive experience.”
- >”Pwease sowwy stick! No wan' wive now!”
- >You both blink and look at Aura as she jumps off the couch and starts waddling around.
- >”Sowwy stick? Whewe sowwy stick? Pwease gif, Auwa bad fwuffy!”
- >”These things understand death?”
- >You hear a thunk; she's found the bat.
- >Slowly, she drags it in front of the couch and drops it.
- >”Sowwy stick pwease!”
- >”This is new. It usually takes a ton of physical damage before a fluffy wants to bite it.”
- >You smile down at Aura, who just frowns back up.
- “So...ya learn whatcha wanted to?”
- >”I think I have. It's up to Lucy for the rest.”
- >”Why no gif sowwy stick?! Auwa wust fwuffy!”
- >Sarah looks down at the pleading alicorn, then over to you.
- >”There is one more thing I'm curious about...”
- “Yeah?”
- >”How much physical damage they can take.”
- >Ten minutes later, you're out in the backyard, the bat in hand.
- >Sarah, not wanting to get her new tank top dirty, stands well clear.
- >You, on the other hand, have on an old white shirt and jeans. You don't care either way.
- “All right, Aura. Ya still want the sorry stick?”
- >She lays on her stomach just in front of your feet, trembling and crying.
- >”Tiffn'y scawy, Auwa no wike, pwease no sowwy stick...”
- “Can't change your mind now, kid.”
- >You raise the gleaming bat over your head.
- >Aura actually gets the notion to run, so you have to bring it down fast.
- >The bat catches her on the rear, where her hips connect. There's a solid crack.
- >”OWWIES! WHY HUWT AUWA, WHY SOWWY STICK?” she wails, dragging herself along the ground as she tries to get away.
- >”Huh, she's still alive.”
- >Alive and screeching in pain. You follow her as she hauls her useless back half around.
- >Some of her shimmering fluff is not so shiny anymore, stained with red and brown.
- >”Pwease no mo' huwt Auwa, Auwa sowwy, Auwa no wan' sowwy stick, Auwa no wan'!”
- “Ya spent the whole night begging me for it.”
- >”Sowwy stick bad! Sowwy stick gif big owwies to Auwa! No wike now!”
- >You slam it down on her left rear leg to see if she can still feel.
- >Yep. She shrieks in agony and shits herself.
- >Her forelegs scramble desperately for traction on the grass.
- “Ya begged Sarah for the sorry stick, too. And now ya don't want it?”
- >”No wan',” she hiccups and sobs, “Auwa goo' fwuffy, pwease no mo' owwies...”
- >You crush her rear right leg next. Her asshole twitches, but her bowels have nothing left to give.
- >”Awfully stout...for a fluffy pony.”
- >”Pwease stop! Auwa do anyfin'! Auwa sowwy! Auwa sowwy!”
- >You and Sarah look at each other.
- >”A fluffy pony that knows how to bargain?”
- >A huge grin appears on your face, but Sarah waves a hand.
- >A sign she just wants you to get it over with.
- >Fuck her, you'll take as long as you like.
- >”Tiffn'y no gif owwies now?” Aura asks, her voice wavering.
- >In response, you kick her over onto her back.
- >”Nuuuuu! Why gif mo' owwies?!”
- >You slam the bat down onto her lower torso.
- >An arc of piss shoots out, as does a spurt of blood from her mouth that reaches your clothes.
- >”Huuuurrgga...waraaglge...”
- “Damn! Still not dead!”
- >”Are you losing your touch?”
- >You glare at Sarah, but she just smirks back.
- >”Come on, end it. I have to go see how Lucy's doing.”
- >You begin beating Aura like a rented mule.
- >”Huguwiririraa! Waaaggaaa!”
- >Hit her again.
- >”Aaaogg! Huuuu!”
- >And again.
- >”Waaahh oooooo huuhuhuhuhuhuuu!”
- >And again.
- >”...waaagh...wawa...gah...”
- >And again.
- >”Woo...wooga...nuu...nuuu...”
- >And again.
- >”...huu...huuuuu..”
- >And again.
- >She says nothing else, finally, but she still twitches and convulses on the grass.
- >Sarah gives you an odd look.
- >You look down; your clothes are splattered with red, and the bat itself is drenched.
- >Aura has been pummeled into a dull, brownish-red pulp.
- >Somehow, she still draws breath.
- >”I think I've seen enough.”
- >You lean on the bat like a cane, wiping your brow with your left arm.
- “Durable little fucker.”
- >”Feel better? You look like Michael Myers.”
- “I sure do. I take it ya learned whatcha needed?”
- >”Oh, yes. I learned just how much punishment they can take...”
- >You look at her when you hear her trail off.
- “And?”
- >”I've certainly learned to keep you away from them. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
- >Damn it...back to regular fluffies, it seems.
- >As a small measure of revenge, you decide not to tell Sarah about the blood she got on her cheek.
- >That should make things interesting when she tries to explain it to Lucy.
- >After she leaves, you change clothes and go for a walk.
- >You're feeling a little mopey. Alicorns were fun.
- >Suddenly, you hear a low ”Mumma...”
- >You look in the grassy space between two houses.
- >Under a gardenia bush is a blue puffy clump.
- >A small purple clump and a small green clump are next to it.
- >”Mumma, scawed, fwuffy hung'y...”
- >A dead pegasus dam and two older-looking pegasus foals lay on the ground.
- >There are two more foals nearby, but they're lifeless, baked in the sun.
- >”Mumma! Hewp! Munsta!” they cry, trying to hide in her fluff. They're too big.
- “Are you hungry?”
- >”...nummies?” the purple one asks, shuffling over hesitantly.
- >You gently pick her up.
- “Do ya want a mommy?”
- >They both start chirping happily, already forgetting their dead mother, even though she's right behind them.
- >”Mommy gif nummies? Mommy gif wuv an' huggies?”
- “I sure will.”
- >You pick up the other foal.
- >They hug themselves to your chest, babbling inanely about their new mommy.
- >If they looked up, they might question the wicked smile on your face.
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