Title:           Soviet Smarty 4.5
Author:          Sovietanon
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/h39Qiy2t
First Edit:      Sunday 10th of June 2012 08:36:45 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 10th of June 2012 08:36:45 PM CDT

"whats that?" you say like you hadn't heard them
>"WET SMAWTY OUWT PWEASE WET SMAWTY OUT GWAG SCAWY!" it yells as loud as it can
"if want out you'll have to play game"
>the expressions on the fluffies light up, all but "king's"
>he looks confused
>"wha game we pway? king no wan' pway wif meanie fwuffy" he sputters
>Self centered idiot tries to steal from you and then call YOU the asshole
>well you'll show that little parasite who the the asshole is
>you open the cage grab the smarty by his horn, ellicting a startled cry of pain
>then you slam the cage door shut so the others don't escape
>you need a suitable punishment for this bourgioes fluffy
>you pick over the junk pile in front of you looking for a suitable torture tool
>didn't want to kill him right off, You need the location of his herd first
>they'd be easy to annex without this little napoleon leading them
>you spy exactly what you need, sitting on top of the pile is a half functioning bicycle
>you can't believe someone would throw out a bike just because the front wheel was bent and the seat was gone
>after a few modifications your new grindwheel is ready
>the mechanisim is genius, you turn the pedal and the back wheel spins
>after signifacant speed is built you can press the subject against the wheel for maximum pain
>the best part was it was hardly lethal, just really painful, think of terrible road rash or a nasty rubber burn
>you hold the quietly sobbing smarty over the wheel and start to crank the pedal
 
>you start talking to the thing, keeping a pretty level tone dispite how angry you were
"Have you heard of Vorkuta?"
>you weren't even speaking in terms the fluffy could comprehend
>you were talking for your sake
"Im used to be in charge of discipline there"
>the malice just drips off of your words
>even the fluffy, despite not understanding a word of what you said, understood the implications just fine
>he voids his bowels all over the spinning tire
>how much shit can these little puffballs hold?
>It's not like you care, in fact this will be all the worse
>the smarty also starts crying and pleading for his life
>"Fwuffy sowwy pwease wet king go no wan' pway game! ovva fwuffies hewp hewp smawty hewp king!" he screeches, and you mean screeches
>the other fluffies just stare, they can't move from sheer fright
>this is just like the good old days, putting some poor bastard to the rack while his comrades look on knowing they're next
>the feeling is enough to bring your mood up quite a bit
>this plan was the best plan you've had since coming to the states
"now, The game we play is..."
>you try to relate "tell me everything or I grind your stupid little face off" into fluffy terms
>then a smile cracks your hard visage
"...truth or dare"
>you didn't tell him about the rules of this brand of truth or dare though
>you figure he'll pick it up as he goes along
 
>the pony looks less terrified now
>"king bewst at game King win an' stupidm fwuffy wose" he says sticking his tounge out at you
>your pretty sure this one was a housepet before it came here
>it's pissy attitude is all the evidence you need
"lets hope you do"
>you say that with sarcasm but the pony perks up thinking you really ment it
>he won't be so happy in a minute
"truth or dare?"
>the fluffy contemplates his options, like really does, likewhatthefuckdudethereareonlytwochoiceswhydoyouneedtotakesolong
>after what seems like 10 minutes the smarty finally pipes up
>"dawe fwuffy best at dawe" great, you thought he'd do that
"okay, here we go"
>you roughly jam the side of his head against the shit covered spinning disc
>he squeals like a wounded rabbit and you press a bit harder
>you finally pull him up, and where it's not brown it's bright red
>fragile little thing, but it's nothing but surface damage
"truth or dare"
>"king... no wn pway, fwuffy no wan' huwt no huwt fwuffy" the creature whines in between sobs
"truth or dare"
>"OO STUPID FWUFFY KING SAY NO WAN' PWY NO MOWE" the unicorn defiantly shouts
>you slam his head back down onto the wheel and pedal extra fast
>you pull him back up to eye level
"if you dont pick, I pick"
>the fluffy sobs harder, his little brain can't quite understand what you want from him
>you'll have to ask the tire if he can see about grinding it into hime
>again and again and again
>"truth or dare"
>"Twoof twoof, no huwt fwuffy" the smarty sobs, blood leaking from his shredded ear
"where are your freinds"
>"fwends wive in big foodies, no huwt king no huwt fwuffy no mowe, why boo boo juice come out" he sobs out
"and now for punishment"
>hearing that the smarty flips his shit entirely "NO MOWE HUWT NO MOWE GAME FWUFFY MEAN FWUFFY HUWT SMAWTY HEWP FWENDS HEWP"
>none of the others make a sound
>you flip the pony upside down and press his horn against the wheel
>through the agonizing wails of the smarty and the constant bowel voiding you work for half an hour grinding that little fucker's horn off
>you then stomp on his crown in front of him, then toss him back in with the others
>let the little shits rot