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Anon and Ana: A Fluffy Tale Chapter 3

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>It's been about 6 months since you left the country.
>Ana is attending a new school.
>You told her she should bring her little friends over for her special day tomorrow.
>She said she doesn't have any friends.
>One of these days I'm going to fix that.
>Your bro is still living with you, he watches over the house, cooks occasionally, helps clean the house, and takes care of Ana when you're not around so you don't mind.
>You live in a nice house away from the city.
>It's not as big or fancy as your old place, but you like it more.
>Nice fresh air, you can see the stars at night, less pollution, and a lot quieter.
>There is however a pest problem out in the forest.
>People abandon their fluffy ponies out here and they breed like damn rats, and lately there is an increasing amount of feral ones as well.
>You have something special planned for Ana's birthday.
>You are in the forest.
>You have a net and a rifle.
>About 20 minutes from the main road you see some droppings.
>Still warm.
>You continue quietly walking crouched.
>You find them
>A group fluffy ponies, about 14 of them not including the little fillies that follow thier mothers around while they graze.
>You fucking hate these fuckers.
>You aim your rifle.
>Waaaaait Anon stick to the plan.
>You step out where they can see you.
>Some of them don't know what you are and are scared and confused.
>Others, obviously abandoned tame fluffies run up to you.
>"PICK FWUFFY"
>"NU DADDY"
>"TAKE FWUFFY HOME"
>Others just cheer.
>Soon the rest come up to you, all except one.
>There is a larger red one giving you a deadpan glare.
>He steps closer and stomps the ground.
>"GO HOOMAN OR GIF OWCHIES!"
>This bitch knows whats up.
>You point your rifle up in the air and fire a shot.
>All the little fluffies run and hide behind the red one.
>You take the net and throw it over them.
>On the way home you hear muffled screams coming from the trunk of your car.
>You turn on the radio and sing along all the way home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILc0cYkKqFs
>You drag the net into the cellar of your house.
>Their isn't much down here.
>You separate the babies into a separate net, and you throw the red one in an old carry case.
>"WET SMAWTY GO OR GIF OWCHIES!"
>Ohh yeah smarty I've heard about these fuckers.
>Hehh whatever.
>You kick the cage into the wall.
>The other fluffies start sobbing.
>"GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP OR SO GOD HELP ME I WILL SET BABIES ON FIRE."
>They quiet down immediately.
>Hmmm I think I'm onto something there.
>You were getting to let Ana kill the Smarty like the rest but his threatening kind of rustled your jimmies.
>You put your hand in the cage in an attempt to grab him.
>He bites you.
>Son of a bitch bit you
>"SON OF A BITCH BIT ME."
>Your rustled jimmie level now exceeds a power of over 9000.
>You exit the cellar and run upstairs to grab something.
>You run back down and you grab its mane and throw it on the table.
>It quickly gets up and glares at you some more.
>You lean in and glare back.
>He opens his mouth like he's going to say something.
>You spit in his mouth.
>Ohh he's mad now.
>FALCON PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH.
>He is dazed.
>You quickly tie his legs to reach leg of the table.
>You take the firecracker you got and jam it into it's urethra.
>"OWW SPECHEWL PWACE HURT."
>"You haven't felt nothin' yet you fucking dick bag."
>You take a brick and smash his 2 plump pendulent orbs.
>His scream is defining.
>"YOU LITTLE SHIT FACE"
>"Pwese no mow, Fwuffy sowy, fwuffy no mean gif owchies"
>"You better not have rabies you little fucker."
>You light the firecracker and cover your ears.
>His genitals are all over the place.
>The tip lands in front of the net and all the stallions there start screaming and panicking.
>You go up to them.
>"Who else is a bad fluffy?"
>....
>Sweet sweet silence.
>You turn back to the fluffy.
>You pull your gun out of your belt and fire it at the table.
>He's still struggling.
>You stick the tip of the gun in its eye.
>You love the smell of a sizzling eye ball on a breezy fall afternoon.
>You fire at the wall twice and ram the gun tip in its anus.
>In and out in and out.
>"You like that don't you you little faggot."
>Suddenly your bro comes in.
>"Hey man I hear-... ohh... ok. Well anyways I think.... I think... I love you."
>...
>"GET OUT!"
>He runs away crying.
>Awkward.
>You look down and it looks like the little fucker lost consciousness.
>You pull the trigger and put the little shit out of it's misery.
>It's Ana's birthday.
>YOU THREW HER A SURPRISE PARTY.
>You give her a hug.
>You kind of forgot her birthday last year.
>You made sammiches and bought her a pie and stuck candles in it, close enough.
>Little does she know you spiked the unstylish jelly.
>TIME FOR SOME INSANE PARTY GAMES.
>Pin the knife in the Fluffy
>EXTREME BASEBALL
>You light the babies on fire and pitch it to her.
>Sometimes she misses and they hit the wall behind the house, going to smash them with a sledge hammer later.
>You tied up the rest and hung them in a tree near the house.
>ULTIMATE FLUFFY PINATA.
>You take the stick and break it, then hand Ana a chainsaw and blindfold her.
>This gunna be good.
>You smile as you watch your beautiful daughter as shit, tears, blood, and organs spill out onto her.
>Being a dad isn't so bad.

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>It's been about 6 months since you left the country.
>Ana is attending a new school.
>You told her she should bring her little friends over for her special day tomorrow.
>She said she doesn't have any friends.
>One of these days I'm going to fix that.
>Your bro is still living with you, he watches over the house, cooks occasionally, helps clean the house, and takes care of Ana when you're not around so you don't mind.
>You live in a nice house away from the city.
>It's not as big or fancy as your old place, but you like it more.
>Nice fresh air, you can see the stars at night, less pollution, and a lot quieter.
>There is however a pest problem out in the forest.
>People abandon their fluffy ponies out here and they breed like damn rats, and lately there is an increasing amount of feral ones as well. 
>You have something special planned for Ana's birthday.

>You are in the forest.
>You have a net and a rifle.
>About 20 minutes from the main road you see some droppings.
>Still warm.
>You continue quietly walking crouched.
>You find them
>A group fluffy ponies, about 14 of them not including the little fillies  that follow thier mothers around while they graze. 
>You fucking hate these fuckers.
>You aim your rifle.
>Waaaaait Anon stick to the plan.
>You step out where they can see you.
>Some of them don't know what you are and are scared and confused.
>Others, obviously abandoned tame fluffies run up to you.
>"PICK FWUFFY"
>"NU DADDY"
>"TAKE FWUFFY HOME"
>Others just cheer.
>Soon the rest come up to you, all except one.
>There is a larger red one giving you a deadpan glare.
>He steps closer and stomps the ground.
>"GO HOOMAN OR GIF OWCHIES!"
>This bitch knows whats up.
>You point your rifle up in the air and fire a shot.
>All the little fluffies run and hide behind the red one.
>You take the net and throw it over them.
>On the way home you hear muffled screams coming from the trunk of your car.
>You turn on the radio and sing along all the way home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILc0cYkKqFs

>You drag the net into the cellar of your house.
>Their isn't much down here.
>You separate the babies into a separate net, and you throw the red one in an old carry case.
>"WET SMAWTY GO OR GIF OWCHIES!"
>Ohh yeah smarty I've heard about these fuckers.
>Hehh whatever.
>You kick the cage into the wall.
>The other fluffies start sobbing.
>"GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP OR SO GOD HELP ME I WILL SET BABIES ON FIRE."
>They quiet down immediately. 
>Hmmm I think I'm onto something there.
>You were getting to let Ana kill the Smarty like the rest but his threatening kind of rustled your jimmies.
>You put your hand in the cage in an attempt to grab him.
>He bites you.
>Son of a bitch bit you
>"SON OF A BITCH BIT ME."
>Your rustled jimmie level now exceeds a power of over 9000.
>You exit the cellar and run upstairs to grab something.
>You run back down and you grab its mane and throw it on the table.
>It quickly gets up and glares at you some more.
>You lean in and glare back.
>He opens his mouth like he's going to say something.
>You spit in his mouth.
>Ohh he's mad now.
>FALCON PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH.
>He is dazed.
>You quickly tie his legs to reach leg of the table.
>You take the firecracker you got and jam it into it's urethra.
>"OWW SPECHEWL PWACE HURT."
>"You haven't felt nothin' yet you fucking dick bag."
>You take a brick and smash his 2 plump pendulent orbs.
>His scream is defining. 
>"YOU LITTLE SHIT FACE"
>"Pwese no mow, Fwuffy sowy, fwuffy no mean gif owchies"
>"You better not have rabies you little fucker."
>You light the firecracker and cover your ears.
>His genitals are all over the place.
>The tip lands in front of the net and all the stallions there start screaming and panicking.
>You go up to them.
>"Who else is a bad fluffy?"
>....
>Sweet sweet silence.
>You turn back to the fluffy.
>You pull your gun out of your belt and fire it at the table.
>He's still struggling.
>You stick the tip of the gun in its eye.
>You love the smell of a sizzling eye ball on a breezy fall afternoon.
>You fire at the wall twice and ram the gun tip in its anus.
>In and out in and out.
>"You like that don't you you little faggot."
>Suddenly your bro comes in.
>"Hey man I hear-... ohh... ok. Well anyways I think.... I think... I love you."
>...
>"GET OUT!"
>He runs away crying.
>Awkward. 
>You look down and it looks like the little fucker lost consciousness. 
>You pull the trigger and put the little shit out of it's misery.

>It's Ana's birthday.
>YOU THREW HER A SURPRISE PARTY.
>You give her a hug.
>You kind of forgot her birthday last year.
>You made sammiches and bought her a pie and stuck candles in it, close enough.
>Little does she know you spiked the unstylish jelly.
>TIME FOR SOME INSANE PARTY GAMES.
>Pin the knife in the Fluffy
>EXTREME BASEBALL
>You light the babies on fire and pitch it to her.
>Sometimes she misses and they hit the wall behind the house, going to smash them with a sledge hammer later.
>You tied up the rest and hung them in a tree near the house.
>ULTIMATE FLUFFY PINATA.
>You take the stick and break it, then hand Ana a chainsaw and blindfold her.
>This gunna be good.
>You smile as you watch your beautiful daughter as shit, tears, blood, and organs spill out onto her.
>Being a dad isn't so bad.

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