Continued Adventures of Dale TAFPSE

>Be a fluffy pony

>Be tortured for the better part of a year

>Be absolutely traumatized from everything you've endured, from the stretching to the fires to the psychological torment

>Have scars all over your body

>Have a few places where fluff won't grow back anymore

>Have permanent indentations under your eyes where the tears flowed on a regular basis

>Try to force yourself not to tremble at the sight of a hooman

>Find yourself in a shelter

>A lot of the workers have no idea why you're even there; there's no way anyone's going to take you, you're ugly as sin

>Get rounded up in the display pen with cuter, happier looking fluffy ponies

>Don't even try to get their attention, just sort of lay in the back of the pen until closing

>The other fluffies stopped trying to be your friend a long time ago when they discovered your refusal to play with them; this has gotten you labeled as "dummy" and "ugwy" fluffy

>Nothing matters to you anymore, you just wish they'd try drowning you again; this time, you wouldn't try to stop them

 

>Stay at the shelter a couple more weeks

>Just becoming an increasingly depressing sight for customers and employees alike

>Eventually they call on the only person on staff that could actually bring themselves to put it out of its misery: Dale the Asshole Fluffy Pony Shelter Employee

>Manager Level-Headed approached Dale on his lunch break; he's eating a sandwich; Superfluff is sleeping soundly at his feet

>"Dale? I need your help with something."

>Dale takes the last bite of sandwich and swallows. "Yeah? What do you need?"

>"That haggard ass fluffy in the buyer's pen..."

>Level-Headed doesn't need to say anything else, Dale's already out of his chair

>"Say no more, sir. I've been waiting for you to ask me this."

>Level-Headed sighs. "I know you have."

>Dale heads towards the front of the store; Superfluff tries to follow him

>"Stay back here, you little shit; I want you to see this. Maybe afterwards you'll finally leave me alone..."

 

>Dale snatches up the battle scarred fluffy pony; he realizes what's about to happen and doesn't struggle

>"Oh, come on, at least wiggle a little! I don't get to do this very often..."

>He takes the fluffy into a back room and sets him on the ground

>He just sort of lies there like he did in the buyer's pen

>Suddenly, Dale gets an idea

>"Hey fluffy, where's your Daddy?"

>The fluffy pony gasps; tears star forming in his eyes

>Dale smiles; that shouldn't work as well as it did

>You suddenly remember being a foal

>You remember the house you lived in

>You remember the food and the love

>Most importantly, you remember "Daddy"

>He would always give you hugs when you asked and he never seemed to have a problem making you spaghetti

>You remember how much fun you used to have watching TV together whenever he got home from work

>You were the happiest, most well-behaved fluffy pony a lot of people had ever seen; after a while, people nicknamed you "The Fluffy Converter", due to your ability to change people's minds about fluffy ponies

>"Are all of them this well behaved? Maybe they wouldn't be such bad pets after all..."

>Eventually everything came crashing down on itself; you let your curiosity get the best of you

>Somehow wiggle your way through a crack in the fence

>Decide to go exploring; figure Daddy wouldn't mind

>Scamper your way down the sidewalk, impressed by everything you see

>Eventually come across what you assume to be a nice looking group of teenagers

>Walk up to them with the kind of bravery that hasn't been seen since Tank Man

>"Hewwo! Nuu fwiends fow fwuffy?"

>They all look at each other, smirking

>"Sure little guy!"

>They pick you up and bring you to one of their houses

>They're nice to you initially, petting you and giving you a treat

>You're having the time of your life; why didn't you go and try to make friends earlier?

>Eventually, the other kids go home; the kid whose house it was wouldn't let you leave

>It doesn't matter, you're probably too dumb to find your way home anyways

>He just quietly straps you to a wall in his basement

>Initially, you're highly amused by this

>"Fwuffy hooman nao!"

>Things don't stay fun for very long

>Eventually, the hooman shows up with a wiffle ball bat

>You've never seen one before

>"Hewwo! Wut stick fow? We gon' pway game?"

>He doesn't answer you, he just hits you in the stomach

>It's the worst pain you've ever felt; it knocks the wind out of you

>Tears form in your eyes: "Wy huwt fwuffy? No wike game!"

>Finally he speaks up: "This isn't a game, you little shit; at least, not for you."

>Over the next 8 months or so, he kept you tied to the wall

>He'd hit you with the wiffle ball bat and put cigarettes out on your fluff

>Eventually he found fliers your owner had put up around the neighborhood, asking for your safe return

>He scanned one of them and photoshopped it to make it seem like your Daddy wanted you gone

>He'd tie electrical chords around your neck and pull up, stretching your neck and torso, laughing maniacally while your hooves trashed about and you screamed bloody blue murder

>He'd take push pins and stick them into your hooves, 20 to 30 at a time

>Once or twice he glued sandpaper to the end of the bat and raked it across your head

>He was generally a ginormous prick with ears

>He actually did give you food and water, if for no other reason than to keep you alive

>One day, I guess he completely forgot you were down there

>You were down there for a few weeks; you had almost starved to death by the time he had reappeared

eleven 07/03/12(Tue)11:13 No.2969688

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>Eventually, he unhooks you

>He tells you that you're going to go back to see Daddy

>You get excited; finally all of this can be over and you can go back to being happy again!

>He puts you in a carrier that's way too small and brings you back to your old house; you remember it almost instantly and begin to tear up

>He knocks on the door; a few moments later, you see Daddy again; you can't contain your excitement

>"Yes?"

>"Hello sir, I understand that you're looking for your lost fluffy pony?"

>He looks right at you; for whatever reason, he doesn't seem as excited to see you as you are to see him

>"I'm sorry; after a while, I just gave up and decided to get a new one; besides, that one looks like hell! Perhaps you should go put it out of its misery."

>Daddy didn't recognize you! He's walking away!

>You're absolutely heartbroken

>"What did I tell you? Your Daddy doesn't give a shit about you anymore! Here, you're going to a shelter."

>He drops you off

>Everyone comments about how "ugly" and "sad" you look

>It doesn't matter anymore; you no longer have a reason to live

>Dale smiles; you're crying your eyes out now

>All of that pent up emotion is finally getting released

>He grabs a sledgehammer that they keep in that particular room for reasons that nobody can really remember

>Whatever it was, it probably wasn't for this

>Dale watches you cry for a few more minutes

>"Sorry it had to end this way, little buddy; that's just the way life is sometimes."

>He's not sympathetic at all

>He raises the sledgehammer above his head

>In a quick swing, the fluffy pony is no more

>Dale throws the corpse in the trash and hoses the blood off the concrete

>He goes back to where Superfluff fell asleep again

>"I await the day I get to do that to you..."

>Dale puts his stuff back in his locker and goes back to work