Sins of the Fluffy Ponies

Originally posted by anonymous author(s) on 4chan's /mlp/, thread 862065.

 

>Fire Burns

>Souls Scream

>There sit the damned puff ball, literally embedded into the rock itself at the mid-section.

>Rear-end exposed for torture

>front to let out the screams

>every hour (by our reckoning of time, for time is meaningless in this place of nightmares) a demonic form takes a hot iron and presses it into the fluffy one's genitals.

>the fluffy screams in agony

>"Why huwt fwuffie?! All fwuffie wanted was gwive hwuggies!

>The demon laughs

>"Maybe you should've asked them nicely first!"

>"Hey!" the fluffy one responds indignantly, "ifs they no wants hwuggies then they no dwess wike swuts!"

>the demon responds to this with the iron

>the fluffy sinner screams

>such is life in this place of many names, that for convenience, we will call

>hell

 

>smoke of sulfur

>sky of red

>the fluffy pony is submerged in water

>her lungs eternally burn

>she never drowns

>she never knows the peace of death, for she has already died and must now suffer for her sin

>she sits forever in the pain that precedes the dark

>the time come for her to ask to question, to be reminded why she is suffering

>a demon pulls her from the cursed water

>"It not my fwualt! Why fwuffie suffer?!"

>"Why did you drown five owners?"

>"Dey dwoned my fwiends!"

>"No, the first one did."

>"Yea! So I dwoned him back!"

>"And the next four? Who each cared and loved you?"

>"Dey had it comin'! Dey woulda twyed to dwon me! Dey all twy eventuawy! Stwike Fiwst! Stwike Hawd!"

>the demon sighs and throws the fluffy back into the abyss

>the limbo of pain where she forever tetters on the edge of death, and never knows her sweet embrace

>such is life in hell

 

>jagged mountains of crimson rock

>continent sized deserts of blood soaked sands

>a damned fluffy walks in an endless expands of hot coals

>every step he takes causes flames to briefly lick up and singe his fur and body

>he is yolked to a large cart in which a demon sits with a whip

>the demon cracks the whip to keep the fluffy advancing

>*crack*

>the fluffy watches the flames come and go as he moves on

>"Why pwetty fiwe go away? Why not stay?"

>*crack*

>"Fiwe vewy pwetty...full of pwetty cowors..."

>*crack*

>"make pwetty scweams..."

>*crack*

>"hole buidwing of pwetty scweams...."

>*crack*

>there is no destination, there is only this endless journey

>such is the life of the damned...

 

(Original author's note from part one: "I leave the rest to you, mighty anons. Remember, only sinful fluffies burn, their punishment cannot be mindless, it must reflect the crime or hell has no meaning.")