- BASEMENT PONIES
- by Scrublord
- Assembled by anon. Not sure about the ending.
- CHAPTER 1 PART 1
- >7:00 AM
- >telephone rings
- >"You box of fluffy ponies will be arriving at noon"
- >hang up phone, take a shower
- >spend the next four and a half hours watching the news on TV
- >around 12:15 you finally receive a knock on the door
- >postman greets you with a box marked "FRAGILE" with holes punctured in the sides
- >you can hear and smell them while you sign the clipboard
- >man leaves, carry box into the basement
- >you've set up a large cage on a table near the opposite wall earlier in the week
- >plexiglass walls rise up from the table you build the pen on
- >you gently set the box into the cage
- >you listen carefully to the cries of pain and hunger radiating from the box
- >"wan out", "wan nummies", "wheh dadeh", "weggies huwt"
- >you open the box from the top, the sides fall open
- >you're greeted with the sight of seven fluffy ponies
- >most of them are covered in shit, piss or a combination of the two
- >the smell is almost unbearable
- >you notice one of them is excessively larger than the others
- >figure it must be a dam, its legs poke out helplessly at the sides
- >the others slowly move out of the remains of the box
- >the dam sits in place, moving her fat little legs like rowboat oars
- >you watch your fluffy ponies silently, until one of them notices you
- >it's a small, white pegasus pony with diminutive feathery wings
- >"fwend, wan nummies!" it cries up at you
- >other fluffy ponies turn to look at you
- >an instantaneous wave of "wan nummies", "wan out", "pway! wan pway!" erupt from them all
- >the dam raises her head and stops rotating her legs
- >she stares helplessly at you before crying "wan nummies!"
- >you turn away from the cage and step across the room
- >their concern becomes even more vocal, you ignore them
- >you're too busy finding something fit for them to eat
- >the miniature fridge you keep down here is filled with leftovers
- >all of them stored in butter bowls and tupperware
- >finally, you decide on what to feed them
- >mashed potatoes from two weeks ago
- >they're beginning to smell rancid
- >you heat them up, deciding to add butter and salt whenever they're done
- >meanwhile, back to the cage
- >all of the ponies except two are sitting near the edge of the cage facing you
- >most of them are still calling for your attention
- >you gently pat each of them, remaining silent
- >the shitty microwave you keep down here chimes loudly
- >you remove the bowl, noticing one side of the potatoes are still cold
- >"Fuck it," you say, salting and buttering the potatoes
- >you dump the pile of half-warmed food onto a paper plate
- >the ponies begin fidgeting, their fluffy little bodies rebounding off one another in anticipation of food
- >they immediately swarm the plate when you set it down
- >only one has the manners to say "tanks mistah!" before eating
- >the bloated purple dam begins flailing her useless legs even more violently than before
- >"wan nummies! need nummies for babehs!" she cries
- >a green fluffy pony and a red fluffy ponies, both earthies, attempt to move her
- >their strained "unfs" are nearly as loud as the sound of the others eating
- >there's no way for them to roll the dam or to slide her over to the food
- >she continues to lay helplessly in the bedding, pissing herself from the strain of moving her legs
- >urine splashes onto the green fluffy pony
- >it stops trying to push her and yells "why pee on fwend?! fwend twy to hewp!"
- >meanwhile you notice one of the ponies is choking
- >it's a large, teal-colored fluffy pony
- >though against your nature, you decide to help it
- >you gently lift it away from the others who are eating
- >realize almost instantly that it's Grade A retarded
- >its watery eyes fail to focus on you, it's blue face is shuddering with each weak wheeze
- >after so many pats on the back, it eventually vomits a cold, solid chunk of potato
- >it looks at you stupidly while struggling to regain its breath
- >it gurgles unintelligibly at you after a few moments while kicking its stubbier-than-usual legs
- >the other fluffy ponies remained fixated on you the whole time
- >they burst into cheers of praise and "you hewp fwend!" "tank you mistah!"
- >you reluctantly set the genetic failure back in the cage
- >decide to later remove it from the group to be used as food
- >before leaving you move the plate of potatoes closer to the dam
- >give one last look at the retarded teal pony before heading upstairs
- CHAPTER 1, PART 2
- >you leave them alone for the next six hours
- >by then, all of the fluffy ponies are asleep
- >you realize almost instantly that the paper plate was eaten along with the food
- >sure as shit, the teal dumbass is surrounded with pieces of shredded paper plate
- >you lift him gently from the cage, clamping your hand gently over its mouth
- >it begins to stir, but doesn't entirely wake
- >you walk gently into the next room, where a table holds your prepared tools and an aquarium
- >placing the fluffy pony in a small pan, you bind its front legs together with string
- >you also tie hind legs in the same manner as well as its mouth
- >you want to be sure the others don't hear it if it decides to gurgle
- >by now you notice the cigarette butt he has tucked between his legs
- >you gently rub his tummy while cooing gently
- >"Who's a big boy?" you murmer, while turning on the electric razor
- >the teal pony's watery, slow eyes show no fear; you have doubts about its ability to comprehend terror
- >you shave an inch of fluff off of his stomach, careful as not to damage the already damaged fluffy pony
- >tossing the fluff into the trash, you turn off the razor
- >you turn to stare at your other pets who lazily float in the aquarium
- >you gently retrieve one of the leeches, feeling its moist, scaly skin on your hand
- >almost immediately it begins to worm its way around in your hand
- >setting its mouth gently against the retarded pony's tummy, you decide to give the poor guy a name
- >"Bloat ought to do," you think, but then you have your doubts
- >"Shit Ass is better," you say softly. "This is all a bag of shit like you is good for anyway."
- >you leave, only after checking to make sure the leech is firmly secure
- >the next morning you return to the cage
- >the remaining fice fluffy ponies eagerly await your return
- >the dam is laying in a bed of urine-soaked bedding
- >almost immediately one of them asks "wheh Siwwy?"
- >against your code of silence, you turn you head and ask, "Who?"
- >"wheh Siwwy fwuffy?" the white pegasus asks
- >decide Siwwy must be Shit Ass's name
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- >decide to look at the other fluffy ponies
- >the green earthy and red earthy you saw yesterday are rooting around, kicking bedding in their wake
- >the green one's tail and hind legs are covered in shit
- >a unicorn pony you overlooked yesterday is starting at you
- >its miniscule horn barely protrudes from its gray fluffy face
- >you probably wouldn't have seen the horn if it weren't glowing weakly
- >"munstah take fwend!" it cries, apparently straining to shoot you with a spell
- >you pretend to ignore it, the others turn to face it
- >you realize it probably saw you at some point last night
- >"meanie munstah take Siwwy fwuffy away! Bwing back Siwwy fwuffy!"
- >cue your decision to feed them again
- >the only thing you could find was chicken salad
- >the microwave did a shittier job than usual heating it, an all-time low for its record
- >almost instantly the fear in the eyes of the fluffy ponies is gone
- >all except for the unicorn
- >he watches you carefully while the others go to town on the salad
- >you decide he's tonight's theme ingrediant after all
- >you make a note of the last fluffy pony
- >it's a cream and mostly brown pegasus, the brown streaks in its fur are from being defecated on
- >after they finish eating, you gently begin rubbing their tummies
- >intentionally avoiding the cream pegasus as much as possible
- >the dam enjoys the tummy rubs the most
- >not even a second after you turn to get a rag, a chorus of "wan tummy wub!" "fwend wub tummy!" begins
- >you ignore it, taking the damp rag and cleaning them
- >all of them except the gray unicorn
- >you scrape the majority of the shit and piss soaked bedding out of the cage
- >you set it aside from the usual trash and rig a bottle of water to the side of the cage
- >not even ten seconds later, the gray uniorn knocks it over intentionally
- >he glares at you from where he's standing
- >you leave it where it is, and go back upstairs
- CHAPTER 1, PART 3
- >you wait as long as possible to make sure none of the fluffy ponies are awake tonight
- >come 11:30, you slowly make your trek down the stairs
- >from your vantage at the doorway, you glance the cage over
- >all of the fluffy ponies are asleep
- >the two pegasus ponies are sleeping peacefully next to the damn
- >perfect
- >making absolutely sure to make no noise, you creep over to the cage
- >only one light is active, shining light dimly onto the sleeping fluffy ponies
- >the gray unicorn pony is asleep next to the green and red earth ponies
- >cautiously, you lean down towards the cage
- >moments before you can secure the unicorn, his eyes flutter open and he gasps
- >"HE-"
- >you clamp your hand firmly on his muzzle, hastily pulling him out of the cage by his face
- >you scan the cage over quickly, but the other five ponies haven't moved
- >luckily they didn't hear
- >you grab the dustpan full of soiled bedding from earlier and briskly walk into the other room
- >the gray unicorn whimpers softly; you're still carrying him by the head
- >you doubt his own weight would injure his neck
- >an already prepared pan is setting next to Shit Ass' pan
- >you set the dustpan next to the aquarium and set the gray unicorn pony down in the empty pan
- >no sooner does he leave your hand, he tried crying for "HEWP" again
- >you backhand him harder than you intended, causing Shit Ass to let out a liquidy gasp
- >the gray unicorn's eyes tear up
- >"Shut the fuck up you little faggot," you whisper angrily, "shut the fuck up."
- >gathering his remaining courage, the unicorn stammers "W-wet me go, meanie munstah! no mo' ouchies!"
- >you pin on his back with your thumbs, allowing you to tie his forelegs together with ease
- >from that position, you can also tell this one is a male
- >good
- >"None of your friends can hear you from in here," you whisper, "be quiet, or I'll make you regret it"
- >ignoring the unicorn's whimpers, you turn your attention to Shit Ass
- >the leech on his stomach has swollen to unbelievable size
- >originally it was as long as your pinky and only a fourth of its width
- >now it's just about the diameter of your thumb
- >tenderly, you remove the leech from Shit Ass' tummy
- >you watching the leech's long tongue slowly emerge from the painless, circular wound the leech leaves on victims
- >you determine Shit Ass to be no less healthy than he was before
- >removing two leeches from the tank, you attach them both to the bare skin on his tummy
- >you look over to see the gray unicorn watching in horror, still whimpering
- >Shit Ass doesn't make a sound
- >"wat dose?" the unicorn asks shakily, "why put dose on Siwwy fwuffy?"
- >you turn to face him, angrily whispering, "I told you to be quiet. I suggest you quit talking"
- >he stares transfixed at the black fingers dangling from Shit Ass' tummy
- >you take this time to clean Shit Ass' legs and pan bottom of piss and shit
- >you dump it in a bowl along with the contents of the dust pan
- >looking at the gray unicorn, you ask "Are you hungry?"
- >he stammers fearfully, "no wan nummies. wan out. wan Siwwy fwuffy and me go with fwends"
- >you uncontrollably crack a smile, somewhat of a rare occurrence for you
- >"I'll let you go," you say, taking your time before saying, "Only if..."
- >the unicorn waits until he is certain you are done speaking before shakily asking "wat"
- >"Only if you hug your friend over here"
- >you watch his eyes gaze fearfully at the ebon tendrils draping from the blue pony's stomach
- >their solemn throbbing only makes you smile more
- >after a moment of watching he manages to whine, "no wike bwak tons", then "cant move weggies"
- >you manage to put away your smile and lean down towards the gray unicorn
- >"If you don't get over there on your own," you whisper, "I'll kill you and your friend right now"
- >with tears in his eyes, the fluffy gray unicorn begins to wiggle
- >slowly but surely, you realize he's going to roll over
- >all the while, you realize Shit Ass is gurgling and drool is coming out of his mouth
- >finally, the gray unicorn manages to prop himself up on the edge of the pan
- >his bound forelegs are wiggling in an attempt to grab the edge of Shit Ass' pan
- >you watch as he manages to grab onto his pan and slowly drag himself over
- >tears run in streams down his face as he finally manages to climb into the other pan
- >you watch as he fearfully gazes upon the leech nearest to him
- CHAPTER 1, PART 4
- >he manages to stammer, "n-no mo' bwak tons on Siwwy fwuffy"
- >sighing, you look at the two of them and say, "Unless you hug your friend..."
- >the unicorn begins sniffling, and attempts to prop himself onto Shit Ass' unshaved portion of tummy
- >Shit Ass begins to wheeze loudly, and you watch as he defecates loudly, spraying the pan with liquid shit
- >some of it manages to fly out of the pan where it sticks to the wall momentarily
- >after making sure to not step on a leech, the unicorn lowers its face into the fluffy blue chest of the pony he is leaning on
- >Shit Ass continues to wheeze, though the violent propulsion of his shit begins to accelerate to lesser velocities as the seconds pass
- >about the same time he stops shitting, the unicorn pony raises his head
- >"wet me and fwend go" he demands fearfully
- >with mock concern, you say, "I don't think you hugged your friend enough"
- >his eyes fill with tears, and he begans to stammer violently
- >"b-b-buh y-"
- >with all your willpower, you stunt the growing urge to smile as you say, "I think your friend needs special hugs"
- >the look on the unicorn's face is priceless
- >you bask in its magnitude for a few moments, before the unicorn begins stammering again
- >"Siwwy fwuffy not giww fwuffy. can't giwv speciuh huggies"
- >"But yes you can," you say, lifting the unicorn out of the pan
- >you position him directly behind Shit Ass' shit covered ass
- >you set his hind legs down in the pond of shit left behind from his most recent wake of bowl movements
- >sitting his bound forelegs below Shit Ass' shaved tummy, you give the unicorn a gentle push
- >"After all," you say, cauterizing the bleeding awkwardness of the situation with a blameful tone, "your friend will die if you don't"
- >while you are not sure whether or not the unicorn is able to comprehend death, the message seems to have gotten across
- >the gray unicorn closes his eyes, still weeping silently
- >Shit Ass' watery, unfocused eyes suddenly gaze at the gray unicorn leaning on him
- >the weight of the unicorn's forelegs on his pelvic area make him uncomfortable
- >a small stream of piss begins leaking out of his flaccid penis
- >the gray unicorn simply stands there, some of the piss soaking his fluff
- >finally he says, "don wan giwv Siwwy fwuffy speciuh huggies"
- >without bothering to coax, threaten or rationalize, you lean down and cleanly snap one of Shit Ass' forelegs
- >Shit Ass lets out a sickly gasp, and tears begin to flow
- >unable to speak, he simply begins a cycle of gasping and wheezing
- >wheeze, gasp. Silence. Wheeze, gasp. Silence.
- >fearfully, the disheveled unicorn cries, "why giwv Siwwy fwuffy ouchies?! no mo' weggie ouchies!"
- >at almost eye level to the unicorn, you lean down and say, "I'll hurt every leg on his body if you don't hurry up"
- >the shock of having a broken bone, combined with the pressure of having the unicorn press down on him, are too much for Shit Ass
- >he begins another wave of violent shitting and pissing on himself and the gray unicorn
- >the shit almost entirely coats the unicorn from the stomach down
- >keeping true to your word, you learn down and reach for the blue fluffy pony's other foreleg
- >"no!" the unicorn cries, watching your hand stop. "I giwv speciuh huggies, giwv speciuh huggies to Siwwy"
- >you turn a cold, sinister gaze towards the shit-covered gray unicorn
- >he immediately begins the ritual
- >you watch at first harboring a very dull interest with the two ponies
- >it doesn't begin to look like he's even into it
- >after a minute or so, you begin to harbor a morbid curiosity as a change comes over the gray unicorn
- >instead of giving small pumps as he did before, the pumps become more forceful
- >Shit Ass' cycle of gasping and wheezing also increases in agony as you watch
- >with his eyes closed and completely irresponsible to the jagged, labored breathing, the unicorn's crying has stopped
- >small 'unf's begin to emerge from his mouth, as well as fragments of words
- >"wan...giwv...speh...shuh...hugs" he begins between unf's
- >Shit Ass' explosive shitting has died own into a steady flow of shit, now mixed with blood
- >the result is likely from having his asshole torn open, you think to yourself
- >"giwv...speh-shuh...hugs...to...giww...fwuffy..." the unicorn says
- >you realize he's probably imagining himself someone else right now
- >probably to help with the shock he's experiencing
- >"giwv...babehs...to...Cweam...fwuffy..."
- >"Cweam...fwuffy...wan...babehs..."
- >you realize Shit Ass' labored breathing has decreased in volume
- >his watery, stupid eyes are closed, with a line of drool slowly draining from his mouth
- >though unsure of his vitals, you realize he is standing erect
- >"wan...make...cweam...fwuffy...mommeh..."
- >finally the unicorn's pathetic thrusts and unfs come to a halt
- >you watch as he opens his eyes and begins to cry
- >"Siwwy fwuffy seepin?" he asked, his voice quivering
- >you watch as the final, pained breaths cease in the blue pony's chest, his life surely at an end
- >the gray pony simply whimpers, tears continuing to run down its face
- >you take the time to tie his mouth with string
- >his whimpers devolve into simple "hmmfs"
- >you watch as he collapses on the corpse of the blue pony, still whimpering like an abused puppy
- >you leave him where he is, closing the door to the room behind you
- CHAPTER 2, PART 1
- >you wake up early the next morning
- >you decide to actually make a fresh breakfast for the five fluffy ponies you have left
- >you decide on eggs and bacon, and proceed to make enough for you and them
- >they're already awake by the time you make your way downstairs
- >before you can manage to feed them, the white pegasus pony asks "wheh Smawty fwuffy?"
- >you shrug, setting the food down
- >the other three fluffy ponies are too busy eating to notice their unicorn friend is gone
- >you draw your attention to the dam
- >she's bigger than you last remembered
- >definitely on the verge of popping soon
- >you respond to her cries of "wan nummies! wan nummies for babehs!" by moving the plate closer to her
- >the white fluffy pony attempts to help the dam eat
- >you look at them all, taking in a scope of their current condition
- >the green earth fluffy managed to cover itself in shit again
- >you're already literally tired of dealing with his shit
- >the other fluffy ponies seem to feel the same
- >you hear the red one say "no smeww pwetty!" and keep its distance from it
- >you busy yourself with rigging the water bottle back onto the side of the cage
- >this reminds you of the current sessile lifestyle of the dam
- >you wait for her to finish eating
- >though its of little help, both pegasii fluffy ponies are assisting the dam in eating
- >they're more or less scooting food on the plate up to her face
- >meanwhile, you take a rag to the green fluffy's ass once more
- >his ass, tail and hind legs are caked with shit
- >he begins to protest loudly, yelling "poopie pwace huwts! poopie pwace huwts!"
- >realize he must have a rash of some sort
- >realize this shit-caked fluffy could just as easily have taken the title of Shit Ass
- >instead, you focus your attention on the other fluffy ponies
- >the dam is the first to speak, asking "why make fwend poopie pwace huwt?"
- >you busy yourself in finding the talcum powder, still holding the green fluffy
- >by the time you manage to find it, the red pony is on your case
- >"why fwend huwt fwuffy?" he asks, "fwuffy no smeww pwetty?"
- >with a reassuring smile, you undo the cap of the talcum powder with your free hand
- >you address your fluffy audience, saying "His butt is sore. This will help."
- >you gently shake the bottle of powder
- >some of it falls on the green pony's ass
- >he begins to squirm, forcing you to suppress the urge to break his flailing little legs
- >after making sure he is finely covered in powder, you set him back down
- >the cream-colored pegasus asks hesitantly, "poopie pwace stiww huwt?"
- >the green pony replies with "poopie pwace dun huwt no mo"
- >your lips part into a small smile as they fluffy ponies thank you in broken unison
- >through the cries of "Tank you fwend!" "Tank you for hewp fwuffy!", you realize they're too easy to fool
- >you then busy yourself with clearing an area for the soon-to-be mother
- >by your own estimate, she's going to pop in a few days
- >you lay down a towel in a corner of the cage
- >it's away from the other fluffies, yet close enough for them to still see and hear the dam easily
- >very gently, you lift the dam from her current bed of bedding and feces
- >she begins to struggle almost immediately
- >"no wan pway!" she yells, "no wan go 'way! babehs come soon! no wan pway!"
- >you set her gently on the towel, then motion for the other fluffies to walk over
- >they follow without hesitation, eager to see the towel you've set down
- >gently petting the dam, you address the rest of them
- >"She's going to be a mother soon," you say, imagining the litter of squirming foals
- >"You're all going to have to be careful and do your part to help when the time comes"
- >you hold the water bottle to the dam's mouth, allowing her to drink
- >her tongue touches the ball bearing, pushing it back and allowing a trickle of water to flow
- >"watah" she says before continuing to drink
- >the others watch in interest, with cries of "gun be mamah soon!" "gun have babehs!" when babehs come?" coming from them
- >after a minute you take the water bottle away and hang it back on the wall
- CHAPTER 2, PART 2
- >the red fluffy is the first to run over and test it out
- >with all of them distracted, you make your way into the other room
- >you closer the door immediately upon entering
- >the disheveled gray unicorn has rolled off of the dead blue fluffy
- >he's laying in the lake of shit Shit Ass created the night before
- >you ignore him, instead paying attention to the leeches
- >both of them are swollen to their maximum size
- >you gently remove them from the fluffy blue corpse
- >you place them both back into the water
- >the next few minutes are spent trying to find a boxcutter
- >after finding one, you gently lift Shit Ass' corpse from the pan
- >the shift of direction causes his ass to start bleeding again
- >you ready the knife, and in two quick cuts his genitals are removed from his quaggy, putrid corpse
- >you set the corpse on the surface of the aquarium
- >almost instantly, the blood begins to roll out of his broken body
- >you set his ruined genitals in the empty pan, then proceed to dump the contents of the dust pan in as well
- >at this point, the traumatized gray unicorn begins to stir
- >lifting it by its midsection, you roughly drop it into the other pan
- >forelegs still bound, he frantically attempts to stand and face you
- >as he turns to face you, his eyes widen in horror
- >you can tell he's seen the corpse of the blue fluffy
- >he whimpers, unable to speak
- >you secure him firmly with your free hand and cut the string from his mouth
- >by now he's in tears again, looking at you with confusion and fear
- >"Are you hungry, you little shit?" you ask
- >he begins to sob softly, "wan leave. wan see fwends. no mo' speciuh huggies"
- >seeing the blood on the knife forces him into harder sobs
- >"no mo' ouchies, meanie monstah" he sobs, "no mo"
- >leaning down, you calmly bring yourself to his level
- >though no longer sobbing, the fluffy unicorn stares at you through tear-filled eyes
- >"Are you hungry," you ask again, slowly losing your patience, "you little shit?"
- >the sobs continue in a rhythmic pattern of hiccups
- >"wan nummies" he finally says, sniffling
- >you gently lift the severed penis from the pan
- >its still dripping blood
- >the very sight of it takes the breath out of the sobbing gray ball of fluff
- >you lay it down in front of him, half an inch away from his mouth
- >he begins to squirm away from it
- >you hold him in place, refusing to let him turn his head
- >tears begin to flow from his eyes again
- >sobbing, he shakily says, "no wan eat peepee"
- >"Then you can eat shit," you say, pushing his face into the pile of fecal matter and soiled bedding
- >he begins to squirm even harder, unable to free his head from your grasp
- >"You're a useless pile of shit," you tell him, "this is all you deserve to eat"
- >You finally pull his face away
- >sobs clamor out of his shit-covered mouth
- >he begins to say, "sowweh, no huwt fwuffy anymo, fwuffy sowwy, wan go home"
- >once again, you place him in front of the dismembered, bleeding penis
- >"Eat it," you say angrily
- >you watch as he begins to reluctantly nibble on the shaft of the flaccid cock
- >the blood which hasn't already oozed out of it begins to seep out of the bite wounds
- >still holding him him place, you watch the fluffy unicorn eat the severed penis slowly
- >between slow munches, he begins to sob
- >with a low pfffft, you watch as he shits himself
- >the shock of it all must be too much for the poor guy
- >after ten minutes, most of the shaft and all of the head is gone
- >the chewing becomes slower, you doubt he'll eat anymore
- >you move the penis away from him, then remove him from the pan
- >you stack the pan onto the other, then set them both on the floor
- >one last look at the broken, fluffy unicorn is all it takes
- >you decide its time for him to die
- >holding him down firmly, you grasp his horn between two fingers
- >with a violent twist and a tug, the horn snaps from his head
- >the loud crack is enough to cancel the sobbing
- >his eyes widen in horror and pain, tears flowing like a dam with a broken water
- >lifting his unbound legs, you take the opportunity to strike
- >horn firmly in hand, you make a quick shove between his asscheeks
- >a screech of pain so loud it falters results from your action
- >you watch as he quivers in pain, sharp gasps erupting from him
- >retrieving the knife, you begin to work on his legs
- >with quick sawlike motions, you cut through the meat and work your way to the bone
- >with a sharp twist, you shatter the bone, leaving only a stub behind
- >the rasping breaths and a horrified stare are all that result
- >not good enough
- CHAPTER 2, PART 3
- >taking the lighter out of your pocket, you apply flame directly to the bleeding stump
- >though its mouth opens, no sound escapes the lips of the broken fluffy pony
- >disappointment seeps in; you doubt you even cauterized the stump at all
- >setting down the lighter, you take up the knife again
- >no longer does the gray unicorn meet your gaze
- >though its eyes remain open, it desperately avoids looking at you
- >driving the knife into its leg, you begin to slice long, gashing wounds into the fluff
- >from ankle to hip, you rake the blade back and forth
- >each time, an agonizing gasp escapes the fluffy unicorn's mouth
- >still not good enough
- >once again, you twist and snap the bone, leaving him with two bleeding stumps
- >you don't bother an attempt to cauterize this one
- >cutting the string off his forelegs, you set the piece of shit down on the floor
- >with one final jab, you kick the fluffy, gray and bleeding unicorn square in the ass, driving the horn home
- >finally, its voice emerges
- >it frantically scrambles away from you, bleeding profusely from leg and anus alike
- >a stream of urine and blood marks his path, as he begins shrieking for help
- >"hewp fwuffy! hewp fwends! no more mean ouchies! no more huwt weggies! wan cweam fwuffy..."
- >you silently walk behind him, watching as his frantic little legs begin to slow
- >"wan go home..."
- >a gurgle of spit falls from its mouth
- >"wan see fwends..."
- >the entire lower half of the broken creature reminds you of post-surgery gauze
- >"miss fwends...wan go home..."
- >you watch as he stops crawling
- >hanging his head, the shattered unicorn weeps softly
- >good enough
- >its final words ring empty in the soundproof room
- "wan giwv cweam fwuffy babehs, wan be dadeh," he sobs
- >you raise your leg for the killing blow
- >you stop to think for a moment
- >a sinister plan forms in your head
- >realize you have to act fast
- >you tear a rag into strips of cloth
- >within moments, the unicorn's bleeding stumps are bandaged tightly
- >you make no attempt to remove the horn lodged in its ass
- >instead you wrap its entire backside
- >its tail now covers the ghastly remains of his former asshole
- >with the bleeding stopped, you gently lift him from the floor
- >petting him softly, you set him in the corner of the room
- >using a rag, you clean most of his face and fluff
- >he doesn't appear to be in any condition to move
- >after establishing this, you wash your hands in the sink and leave
- >the fluffy ponies are still cooing over the pregnant dam
- >you busy yourself with gathering materials
- >ignoring their cries for attention, you carry the glass sheets into the other room
- >you begin constructing a smaller cage
- >smaller than a ten gallon aquarium
- >the gray unicorn sobs quietly in the corner
- >taking a break every few minutes, you gently pet him
- >each time you tell him what a good daddy he'll be
- >the cage is finally complete
- >you place the shattered unicorn two feet away from the cage
- >set a blanket on top of him so he won't be cold
- >you turn the light off and close the door behind you
- CHAPTER 2, PART 4
- >you return to the cage containing the remaining fluffy ponies
- >the white pegasus is busy cooing over the purple dam
- >the cream pegasus and the red fluffy pony are playing with the water bottle
- >you see the green fluffy pony alone by itself
- >once again its legs and tail are covered in shit
- >he's crying to himself about "meanie fwends no wike fwuffy, say fwuffy no smeww pwetty"
- >with a smile you lean down and pet him
- >you begin to rub his tummy
- >he stops sobbing and looks at you
- >you begin showering him with praise
- >"You're going to be a daddy soon little guy," you gush
- >his eyes open with surprise upon hearing this
- >"fwuffy be dadeh? fwuffy give speciuh huggies?" he asks
- >"That's right," you say, as you stop rubbing his tummy
- >you fetch the talcum powder and another rag
- >once again you clean away the shit from his fluff
- >its much easier this time without his flailing
- >afterwards you head back upstairs, eagerly waiting for night to come
- >8:00 rolls around
- >you creep back down the stairs
- >make your way over to the fluffy pony cage
- >notice almost instantly the green fluffy lying all by himself
- >his hind end is shit painted again
- >truly, there is no hope for him
- >you lift him from the cage
- >he begins to stir
- >you gently hold his muzzle shut with one hand
- >he stares at you with sleep-filled eyes
- >"Shhhh," you say, carrying him into the other room
- >you gently set him into the cage you built
- >letting go of his mouth, you "Shhhh" him again
- >"You're going to be a daddy," you remind him with a whisper
- >you watch as his eyes light up, he begins to bounce in place
- >"gon be dadeh! gon giwv speciuh huggies!" he cries
- >you hold a finger to your lips again, reminding him to stay quiet
- >using a leftover strip of cloth, you tie a blindfold around his head
- >he nuzzles his head against the floor in an attempt to remove it
- >"Don't do that," you whisper, scolding him, "you have to wait for the girl fluffy first"
- >excitedly, he begins to bounce again
- >"wan giww fwuffy! wan giwv huw babehs!"
- >you watch as the form beneath the blanket begins to stir slightly
- >closing the door, you make your way back to the cage in the main room
- >you spot the cream fluffy pegasus sleeping next to the dam
- >devising a plan, you gather your needed materials
- >using string, you tie the pegasus' front legs together
- >before she can react, you gently tie her mouth together and her wings to her side
- >her eyes begin to flutter open
- >with a panic, you drop your hands into the cage holding the strip of cloth
- >hastily you tie a blindfold around her head
- >she begins to panic
- >you roughly scoop her up into a dustpan with a brush
- >holding her in place with the brush, you examine the other fluffies
- >the dam is asleep soundlessly, the white pegasus and red pony haven't moved
- >so far so good
- CHAPTER 3, PART 1
- >you return to the other room with your captured damsel
- >from where she's positioned, you realize the difficulty in locating her vagina
- >with a detour, you skip dropping her in the cage immediately
- >you plug the electric razor into the wall and turn it on
- >the mechanical whine startles the cream pegasus
- >she starts to squirm
- >you begin to shave the fluff away off her derriere
- >she begins to squirm harder, whining through her nose
- >with a bit of reluctance you realize you've accidentally nicked her
- >after locating her vagina and ass, with relief you realize they are both unharmed
- >though bleeding, the cream colored fluffy is free of intense harm
- >you move her back to the newly prepared cage and set her down
- >you loosen the string from her mouth without fully removing it
- >you position her backside to face the green fluffy shitlord
- >removing his blindfold, you move away from the cage and over to the blanket
- >you watch and wait for the shitlord to waddle over to his new toy
- >he ruts around for a minute, sniffing and nosing about her backside
- >from her inclined stance, the cream pegasus flails her legs
- >a second later she loses her balance and her legs collapse
- >the green fluffy begins to eye her backside with heightened interest
- >you wait until be begins mounting her before you lift the blanket
- >the battered gray unicorn stops moving and stares at the horror before him
- >your timing couldn't have been more perfect
- >as soon as the blanket was gone, the green fluffy began his unfs
- >the unicorn fluffy simply watches
- >no words, no tears, only watching
- >eventually, the cream fluffy pegasus' mouth comes loose
- >the string falls away, allowing her cries of pain to echo in the room
- >the stream of "unf"s resonating from the green fluffy continue
- >between his unfs you begin to catch fragments of gibberish
- >"feww...gud...giwv...spehciuh...huggies..."
- >the gray unicorn begins to cry, unable to do anything but watch
- >the sight of his tears in response to seeing his favorite mare deflowered brings you an enigmatic joy
- >you're unable to contain a smile knowing the one-way glass will prevent the two from seeing him
- >by now the cream fluffy pegasus' bleeding has worsened
- >she probably wasn't ready to be a mother yet
- >she begins to cry, "no mo' meanie owchies! meanie fwend make peepee huwt!"
- >you wonder whether or not she'll bleed to death
- >with a sickening "pfffft" you watch as she shits herself
- >the shit covers her as well as the green fluffy
- >from his stomach to his feet, her wet shit paints him
- >even his dick, you realize
- >his rhythm of unfs doesn't slow at all
- >there are no brakes on this train
- >moments later he shits himself too
- >the cream colored pegasus is still crying
- >meanwhile the green fluffy hasn't slowed at all
- >"wan...giww...fwuffy...haff...bebehs..." he stammers
- >"no wan speciuh huggies!" the pegasus cries, "no wan be mommeh!"
- >you take this time to look at the gray unicorn
- >tears run silently down his face, the shock is too much
- >you whisper to him, "She likes it."
- >he turns to face you, confusion reflected in his face
- >"She wants babies," you tell him, "but you can't give them to her"
- CHAPTER 3, PART 2
- >tears continue to streak his fluffy face
- >some of his fluff is still stained brown from the soiled bedding
- >choking on sobs, he says, "wan give cweam fwuffy babehs"
- >the helplessness in his face is unbearable
- >you can barely keep a smile contained
- >solemnly, you glare at him and say, "You kill your friends when you hug them"
- >quivering, he stares emptily at the bloated corpse in the aquarium
- >with the leeches hanging onto him, Shit Ass' waterlogged fluffy corpse hangs halfway sunk
- >the flow of tears is accompanied by hiccuping sobs
- >"You killed him," you say
- >he hangs his head, resting his forehead on the floor
- >"You can't give her babies," you say, reinforcing the guilt
- >the sobs continue, hidden under the still consecutive unfs
- >by now the cream fluffy has been reduced to a miserable pile of sobbing
- >"He has to make her a mommy now," you say, "all you'd do is kill her"
- >the sobbing slowly stops, though the tears continue
- >without raising his head, the fluffy gray unicorn begins to hiccup words
- >"wan die," he says, without looking you in the eyes, "don wan wiv an' mo"
- >the green fluffy finally finishes, cum gushing out of the pegasus' cunt
- >you watch as pull he pull himself out of her, his deflating cock only an inch and a half erect
- >the cream fluffy is reduced to whimpering, unable to even move her hind legs
- >blood and semen continues to flow from her cunt as well as the area you nicked earlier
- >part of her inability to move is due to the shitlord still keeping his forelegs on her back
- >finally, he drops his legs and takes drunken, wobbly steps away from her bare, bleeding cunt
- >laying on his back, he gently twitches his hind legs in the air
- >you pull the unicorn's head up from his defeated hanging
- >pointing at the green fluffy, you say, "Look at what he did"
- >you direct his gaze over to the injured, bleeding pegasus
- >the fluffy gray unicorn is no longer crying
- >he's staring without sobbing or emotion
- >"He gave her owchies," you say with a concerned voice
- >the unicorn continues to stare wordlessly
- >"He hurt her bad," you say, "and now she'll never be a mommy"
- >your statement stirs something in the unicorn's brain
- >he looks up at you with watery eyes, no longer displaying apathy
- >with a solemn frown, you inform him, "He's happy about it too"
- >you watch the unicorn's head turn back to face the green fluffy
- >he's breathing slowly, laying on his back with his flaccid cock still dripping
- >"He knows you wanted to give her babies," you tell him
- >"Just look at how happy he is knowing he's the daddy instead"
- >finally, you see a flash of hate fill the broken unicorn's face
- >you lean down closer, right next to his ear
- >whispering, you tell him, "He killed her"
- >with a strength you didn't know was in him, the unicorn pushes himself up
- >using only his forelegs, he drags himself slowly over to the cage
- >with each dragging step he stammers, "wan kiww fwuffy, hate fwuffy!"
- >finally he reaches the edge of the cage
- >unable to climb the sides, he begins to growl
- >it sounds like more of a purr to you, but you're sure its growling
- >he begins tapping his ruined horn onto the glass
- >you watch as nothing happens, though the green fluffy notices the noise
- >after a few moments, you realize he's trying to break into the cage
- >you decide to help him out
- CHAPTER 3, PART 3
- >you decide to help him out
- >lifting him from the floor, you drop him into the cage
- >the initial impact seems to stun him, but he slowly gets back on his two feet
- >he makes his way over to the green fluffy
- >in an unsuspected act of hatred, you watch as he bites the green fluffy right on the dick
- >the green fluffy shrieks, kicking his tired, shit covered legs at his attacker uselessly
- >"why huwt peepee!" he yells, unable to see the gray unicorn, "meanie munstah eat peepee!"
- >holy shit
- >you watch as the unicorn begins to shake his head back and forth
- >slowly but surely, heralded by a sound akin to ripping canvas, he manages to bite the green fluffy's penis off
- >the rampage doesn't slow at all
- >you watch as he begins to climb on top of the screaming green fluffy
- >propping his stubs on its hind legs, the unicorn begins to flail his forelegs
- >you're not exactly sure what he's trying to accomplish by this
- >the entire time he's screaming, "hate fwuffy! hate fwuffy! hate fwuffy!"
- >his attempt to beat the green fluffy are useless
- >there is too much fluff in the way
- >the fluffy green pony begins to wave his forelegs
- >"fwend no huwt fuwffy!" he whimpers, "fwend sowwy, no huwt fwend!"
- >you can barely hear him over the cries of "hate fwuffy! hate fwuffy!"
- >the unicorn stops flailing his forelegs
- >propping them on the shitlord's chest, you watch him raise his rear
- >his stubs are holding the green fluffy's legs down
- >you watch as he begins to thrust himself into the green fluffy
- >almost instantly the screaming begins to rise in volume
- >"peepee huwts!" the green fluffy sobs miserably, "no mo' huwt fuwffy!"
- >he's stabbing the bloodied remains of the green fluffy's dick
- >you thought at first he was fucking him in the ass
- >the wailing sobs continue to rise from the fluffy green pony
- >all the while the gray unicorn is stabbing himself into the shit covered, bleeding hole
- >"hate...fwuffy!" he cries, still thrusting
- >blood begins to ooze through his bandages
- >at the rate he's exerting himself, he's likely to bleed out
- >"hate...dumb...fwuffy..." he says
- >his voice begins to quiver
- >the green fluffy releases whatever was left in its bowels
- >it's been reduced to a pile of choking sobs
- >slowly, the enraged unicorn's thrusts begin to slow
- >his hateful words have stopped
- >the bandage holding his tail over his ass falls off
- >he begins to shit himself violently
- >blood, shit and the piece of horn in his ass fall forth in a torrent of black ooze
- >he begins to fall over, unable to remain propped up
- >his erect penis slides out of the green fluffy's devastated penile remains
- >a mixture of blood, cum, shit and piss squirt out from the green fluffy
- >the gray unicorn is moments from death
- >the blood oozing from its ass continues to pour out
- >you listen to the green fluffy's whimpers
- >he's attempting to lift his head to see his peepee
- >a constant stream of blood and piss still run freely
- >tears soak his frightened face
- >he's unable to speak
- CHAPTER 3, PART 4
- >you lift the injured, cream pegasus from the cage
- >gently, you remove the string holding her wings to her back
- >miraculously, neither one is broken
- >you pull away the string holding her forelegs together
- >you walk back into the main room
- >she continues emits soft whimpers
- >setting her down near the dam you begin petting her softly
- >none of the other ponies have awoken
- >you make your way back to the broken green fluffy in the other room
- >he's still lying on his back
- >the flow of blood and piss has begun to stop
- >his entire lower half is covered in blood and shit
- >you gently lift him from his prison
- >his tear-filled eyes stare up at you
- >you manage to wipe most of the mess away from his loins
- >there is simply too much shit to attempt to clean
- >you inspect the damaged remains of his dick
- >all that remains is a ghastly, oozing wound
- >your certain that every time he pees it will burn profusely
- >cradling him, you return him back to the cage in the main room
- >you set him away from the other fluffies
- >you make your way back up the stairs
- >the next morning you're greeted with a surprise
- >even before you walk over to the cage you can hear the dam
- >with a plate of food in hand, you watch the bloated, purple fluffy
- >the red fluffy and the white pegasus are on either side of her
- >considerably larger than yesterday, you realize she's close to popping
- >between each straining push she cries out in pain
- >"make big poopsies!" she yells tearfully, "poopsies tuu big!"
- >the red fluffy and the white pegasus begin to push on her sides
- >she begins to emit sharp yells
- >"no wan big poopsies!" she sobs
- >intrigued, you set the plate of food down
- >a distinct splattering sound heralds the breaking of her water
- >the two fluffies begin to push again
- >a diminutive, yellow form suddenly bursts from her backside
- >it writhes in its birthing fluid with short jerks
- >it goes unnoticed for the time being
- >with a second helpful push, a second baby slowly slides out as well
- >the helpless green fluffy begins to mewl next to its other sibling
- >considerably smaller than before, the dam begins to pant heavily
- >with one final push, the final, blue baby slides out
- >laying defeated with her legs unable to support her weight, the dam continues to pant
- >you hear a digusting squelch, and a mess of afterbirth signals the end of the delivery
- >the red fluffy begins to nudge the mother in an attempt to get her to move
- >you watch as she turns her head to see her babies
- >with a new-found joy, she cries "fwuffy babies! mumma have fwuffy babies!"
- >you watch as she lifts herself on shaky legs
- >she waddles over to her three fluffy children
- >you break out in a cold sweat
- >you watch as she lays down next to the tiny, fluffy forms
- >she begins to clean the green one
- >afterwards she scoots it towards her teat with her hoof
- >she begins to clean the yellow one next
- >once again she scoots this one toward her teat
- >finally she sees the blue one
- >you watch earnestly for her response
- >she doesn't reject it
- >you breathe a sigh of relief
- >she begins to murmur at them
- >"mumma wuv babehs," she says, "babehs dwink miwk"
- CHAPTER 4, PART 1
- >you turn your attention to the cream fluffy pegasus
- >she's lying by herself in the corner
- >the white pegasus is nudging her with a hoof
- >"why fwend no fwuffy," she asks with concern, "poopie pwace no fuwffy any mo"
- >you scan the cage for the green fluffy
- >he hasn't moved from where you set him down
- >the red fluffy is staring at him from a safe distance away
- >"fwend no smeww pwetty," he says, "why fwend have poopsies?"
- >you watch, but Shitlord doesn't move at all
- >"why fwend have owchies?" the red fluffy asks you, "why booboo juis?"
- >you gently roll the green fluffy over
- >his eyes are filled with tears
- >he continues to bleed from the devastation between his loins
- >he doesn't flinch or struggle when you begin cleaning him
- >you imagine the pain is simply too much to bear
- >he begins to piss himself when you attempt to clean the scabbing wound
- >pissing himself only seems to make him hurt more
- >he promptly shits himself, after you just finished cleaning him
- >it's more or less farting with pieces of loose, gooey stool
- >you're surprised he can even manage to shit after this
- >the red fluffy watches with concern as you continue to clean the wound
- >"why peepee haff owchies?" the red fluffy asks again
- >you look over at him solemnly and say, "He gave special hugs to a girl fluffy"
- >his eyes widen in horror
- >a stream of piss falls from between his legs
- >"no wan be daddeh," he says, backing away
- >his ears droop as he tilts his head
- >"no giv giww fwuffy babehs" he says with tearful eyes, "no wan peepee owchies"
- >after doing the best you can to help the green fluffy, you leave him where he is
- >you move the plate of ravioli closer to the mother fluffy
- >at this point she's the only one interested in eating
- >you watch her fluffy offspring clamor for her teats
- >the three of them seem not to have any noticeable defects
- >you make your way back to the other room
- >Shit Ass' waterlogged corpse rests peacefully on the surface of the tank
- >it saddens you to see the four leeches at the bottom of the tank
- >swollen much larger than before, you doubt they'll be ready to feast again soon
- >meanwhile, the water in the tank is murky
- >the aquarium filter must be clogged
- >you remove the fluffy blue corpse from the water
- >you lay it gently in the cage housing the gray fluffy
- >it seems fitting for them to share a shallow grave together
- >as you suspected, the filter is indeed clogged
- >you replace it and discard the old one
- >the room has begun to smell
- >mostly due to the surgical pans
- >the two corpses haven't helped the air quality much either
- >you decide on leaving them where they are
- CHAPTER 4, PART 2
- >you decide on leaving them where they are
- >over the next few days you watch as the foals grow larger
- >upon request of the fluffy ponies you begin feeding them spaghetti
- >on the third day you bring them ravioli
- >the cream fluffy pegasus has exited her state of shock
- >she begins to respond to the other fluffies now
- >you catch her saying, "gun be guwd mamma" and "gun haff babehs!"
- >she seems to accept what happened
- >the green fluffy does not move nearly as much
- >you have to help move him to the food every time
- >each time you move him he pisses himself
- >the trickle of urine which results is always thick and bloody
- >you catch the red fluffy eying the bleeding with fear
- >the dam remains with her foals on the towel
- >she smiles at you when you approach
- >"dadeh," she says cheerfully, "fwuffy mumma! mumma haff babehs"
- >she reminds you of this every time you look at her
- >the fact that she's calling you daddy confuses you
- >you smile back and gently rub her tummy
- >slowly you glide your hand down to feel her teats
- >you caress the foals gently in your hand
- >they attempt to suckle on your fingers
- >purple mother fluffy watches you with concern
- >"nuu dadeh," she says while gently pushing your hand away, "miwk fo babehs"
- >you notice the white fluffy pegasus watching you
- >"why gween fwuffy huwt?" she asks, "why peepee owchies"
- >you frown at her and say, "Green fluffy is a daddy now"
- >the red fluffy overhears this and begins to shake again
- >he begins to mutter to himself, "no giv speciuh huggies"
- >he certainly seems to have been scarred for life
- >you make your way back to the other room
- >the smell is starting to be unbearable
- >with no choice left, you toss the dirty surgical pans into the cage
- >throwing the blanket over it, you lift the cage from the floor
- >it's small enough to be carried with ease
- >you make your way out of the room with the cage
- >the fluffies seem to notice the smell
- >cries of "no smeww pwetty!" follow you as you make your way up the stairs
- CHAPTER 4, PART 3
- >you make your way down the stairs at a quarter til twelve
- >the dim light above the cage illuminates the sleeping fluffies
- >asleep on the towel are the mother and her foals
- >the rest of them are asleep in a loose jumbled formation near the empty plate of food
- >taking slow cautious steps, you make your way over to the cage
- >you slowly reach down towards the dam
- >taking two corners of the red towel, you bring them together above the sleeping fluffies
- >with your free hand you collect the other two corners
- >you're now holding the four victims in their crimson prison
- >lifting the towel from the cage, you make your way to the other room hastily
- >as you close the door, the mother cries, "why dawk? wheh fwends?"
- >you can feel the four of them rustling around in the towel
- >with both hands, you tie the corners of the towel into knots
- >setting the towel down you begin preparations for tonight's game
- >you retrieve a bowl, a ten pound weight and a piece of rope from the cabinet
- >setting the bowl on the floor, you position the weight roughly three feet away
- >you tie the rope to the weight and fashion a noose with the free end
- >reaching into the aquarium, you fish around for the leeches
- >you manage to collect all of them without sloshing too much water out of the tank
- >you set the leeches into the bowl
- >finally, you drag the towel over to the weight
- >undoing the knots, you let the corners of the towel fall open
- >the mother fluffy notices you
- >"why dadeh mowv mumma," she asks with concern, "wheh fwends?"
- >without answering you lift the green foal off the towel
- >sitting on her haunches, the purple mother begins shaking her forelegs at you
- >"no take babeh!" she cries, "babeh tuu smaww! babeh need mumma!"
- >the two remaining foals begin whimpering
- >they make their way over to their mother's comforting teats
- >she continues to babble at you uselessly
- >"babeh need miwk," she pleads eagerly, "giv mumma babeh, tuu smaww"
- >her eyes follow your hand and widen in horror
- >as she sees the bowl of writhing leeches she begins to cry
- >"nuuuu!" she yells, her tear-filled eyes wide with fear, "nuu put babeh in deww!"
- >"'way fwom dos!" she yells
- >"pwease," she pleads again, "pwease no take babeh 'way"
- >you set the helpless green foal into the bowl
- >the leeches begin to squirm towards it
- >you watch as the purple fluffy begins to waddle over to the crystal bowl
- >tripping over the yellow foal, she unknowingly crushes its leg
- >the helpless foal lets out a squeak and begins to whimper
- >before she can tip the bowl you lift from from the floor
- >she squirms and yells, "mumma hewp babeh! don put babeh in deww!"
- >you slide the noose around her neck and sit her back on the floor
- >she immediately tries to run back towards the bowl
- >the noose tightens as she reaches the edge of the rope's length
- >the weight doesn't move, causing her to whiplash
- >she falls on her back, facing the rope
- >with tears in her eyes she slowly sits up
- >she manages to remain sitting up with her forelegs stretched forward at the bowl
- >all the while the noose pulls tighter
- >her tears never cease to flow
- >"pwease...pwease..." she begins to stammer
- CHAPTER 4, PART 4
- >the green foal is now surrounded by writhing leeches
- >two of them have managed to attach themselves to its hoof and face
- >the other two are slowly squirming around, opening and closing their mouths anxiously
- >as tiny as they are now, at full size they will likely suffocate the green foal
- >the injured yellow foal continues to weep softly
- >it rubs its face into the blue foal while continuing to weep
- >"pwease..." the mother continues to whine, watery eyes aimed in your direction
- >you point to the injured yellow foal saying, "You hurt your own baby"
- >choking sobs erupt from the purple fluffy as she realizes this
- >"mumma sowwy," she stammers, waving her legs helplessly at the yellow foal, "mumma no giv babeh owchies"
- >she continues to cry and plead with you
- >"pwease giv bak babehs," she weeps, "mumma sowwy, sowwy fo owchies"
- >you glare at her and say, "You're a bad mother for hurting your babies"
- >she becomes overcome with guilt, and is unable to form coherent words
- >her hiccuping sobs continue for half a minute
- >finally, she manages to say, "mumma be gud, pwease giv bak babies"
- >you turn your attention to the green foal
- >all but one leech has managed to attach itself to it
- >the third leech has latched its mouth underneath the foal's tail
- >you're certain he's going to have a shitty day
- >retrieving the fourth, unfed leech, you place it in front of her
- >she immediately begins to push it away with her hooves
- >"Eat it," you tell her
- >she gazes at you with horrified, teary eyes
- >"no wan," she cries, "wan babehs, no wan bwak fing"
- >you give her a smack across the face
- >it's enough to make her fall on her back
- >she begins trembling all over, but the sobs have stopped
- >you watch her roll over on her stomach
- >her left eye is swelling shut
- >she stares up at you fearfully
- >you point at the writhing, black tendril once more
- >"Eat it," you say, "or else I won't give you back your babies"
- >the leech begins to worm its way back over to her
- >she fearfully raises her hooves to push it away
- >you watch her turn her head to look at her foals
- >the yellow and blue foal are both weeping softly
- >you can no longer see the green foal underneath its black, pulsating blanket
- >closing her good eye while still weeping, she pulls the leech towards her mouth
- >"nummies," she says softly, "mumma eat 'sketties"
- >she slowly begins to eat the leech
- >you watch with interest as the leech slowly begins to disappear
- >blood stains the fluff around her mouth and hooves
- >finally she begins to whimper
- >you see for yourself that the leech is entirely gone
- >she slowly opens her unbruised eye to look at you
- >"wan babehs," she stammers weakly, "babehs tuu smaww, need mumma"
- >true to your word, you fetch the foals
- >you retrieve the blue foal first
- >you set it gently against its mother's teat
- >the yellow foal is next
- >its hoof is entirely crushed
- >you're certain it will never use that leg again
- >it yelps the entire time you hold it
- >you also set this one near its mother
- >finally you work at retrieving the green foal
- >you can hardly see it underneath the writhing mass of leeches
- >like an umbra choking the life of a newborn, they continue to feed
- >you begin to pull them off of the helpless foal
- >one by one, you watch as their tongues emerge from the circular wounds as you pull them off
- >the foal begins to bleed as the leeches are removed
- >it lets out a weak wail
- >you lift it from the bowl and set it with the others
- >as you busy yourself with returning the leeches to their cage you hear the purple fluffy speak
- >very weakly she begins to say, "sowwy babeh" and "no mo' boo boo juis, mumma sowwy"
- >she continues to weep and console herself and the foals
- >the green foal doesn't bother fighting for a teat
- >it instead nuzzles its face into its mother's neck
- >she continues to cry as she nuzzles it back
- >"pwease," she says, turning her head towards you, "no mo' take babehs, babehs need mumma"
- >her eye has swollen shut by this point
- >you doubt the green foal will survive to see morning
- >with one final look at the family of fluffy ponies, you turn the light off and exit the room
- CHAPTER 5, PART 1
- >you wake up early the next morning
- >all night you spent tossing endlessly before achieving sleep
- >the resulting four hours of sleep somehow leave you invigorated
- >a new-found feeling of zealotry grants you tireless energy
- >you hum a cheerful tune as you prepare yourself breakfast
- >the morning news bulletin reports a convenient store robbery
- >a man armed with pepper spray managed to steal four packages of bacon
- >you smile to yourself after hearing the cashier was assaulted
- >it's all about getting your breakfast, you think to yourself
- >because that's all that really matters anymore
- >you tread down the stairs carrying your leftovers
- >you doubt the fluffies will enjoy eggs again for breakfast
- >quite frankly, you don't give a shit at all
- >with only four left to feed, they'd best be glad they're getting any
- >the cage is noticeably quieter this morning
- >all expect the green fluffy pony are huddled together
- >with worrisome eyes they begin to question you
- >"wheh mumma and babehs?" the white pegasus asks
- >you set the plate of food down and ignore her
- >instead of answering you begin to pet those that remain
- >you even move the shitlord over to the food
- >the cream-colored pegasus has begun to widen slightly
- >you're interested to see how long the gestation period is
- >after all, you're going to need to replace those who have gone before them
- >you fill the empty water bottle up and replace it
- >you send the next ten minutes removing soiled bedding
- >during the time you spend adding clean bedding the fluffies have finished eating
- >they begin to wrestle with one another playfully
- >all except the crippled, green fluffy
- >you gently lift him from the cage
- >with hands under his armpits he hangs limply
- >he looks at you with watery, frightened eyes
- >slowly he stammers words at you, sobbing
- >"pee pee pwace..." he manages to say, "nuu mo owchies, pwease dadeh"
- >you set him back down and begin to rub his tummy
- >the other ponies continue to romp and ignore him
- >you begin to finger his swollen, puffy pisshole
- >he immediately lets out a shrill cry of pain
- >the other fluffies stop their game and look over
- >the red one hesitantly walks over to where he's sitting
- >"fwend haff owchies?" he asks, "fwuffy giv fwend huggies!"
- >you withdraw your hand from the green fluffy
- >the red one begins to cuddle his injured friend
- >the two pegasii also run over to them
- >you leave the cuddly, fluffy hugbox to itself
- >you enter the other room and close the door behind you
- >the switch flips with a sudden crack
- >the fluffy purple mare raises her head to look at you
- >she immediately begins to shudder
- >her three foals begin to nuzzle her fluffy for comfort
- >you realize the green one has managed to survive
- >the display of endurance is admirable in your eyes
- >you walk past the mare and busy yourself with a low cabinet
- >retrieving your desired materials, you set them down near the ten-pound anchor
- >pleading sobs begins to rise from the mare
- >"pwease no huwt babehs," she asks you, "mumma sowwy, no owchies dadeh"
- >you scoop the foals up in your hands, despite the protests of the mare
- >she immediately begins to bawl for them to return safely
- >"pwease dadeh," she weeps at you, struggling to rise to a sitting position
- >"mumma wuv babehs," she attempts to convince you, "pwease no huwt babehs!"
- >you know damn well that she's a liar
- >yet, you're willing to have her prove it to you
- CHAPTER 5, PART 2
- >you set the foals into the crystal bowl
- >the mare begins to tug against her noose
- >"nuu mo' owchies!" she pleads with you, "pwease giv babehs back"
- >"babehs tuu smaww," she weeps sadly, watching as you retrieve the funnel
- >"babehs get cowd," she whimpers, eying the funnel in your hand
- >"Do you love your babies?" you ask her
- >she sniffles for a moment, snot dripping from her nose
- >she then affirms, "mumma wuv hew babehs"
- >you loosen the noose from around her neck
- >before she can run you lift her from the floor
- >setting the funnel down, you being to tie ropes to her hind legs
- >you attach the six inches of rope to the drawer handle on you cabinet
- >you then pull the drawer out and set it on the counter
- >placing the weight in the edge of the drawer, you let the purple fluffy hang free
- >she begins to flail her forelegs uselessly
- >you turn the electric razor on
- >the razor's whine causes the mare to panic
- >you grab her fluffy back with your free hand and begin to shave her backside
- >she begins to whimper at the sight of her fluffy falling off
- >"poopie pwace cowd!" she yells frighteningly
- >you ignore her until enough of the fluff is gone
- >her cunt and asshole are in plain view
- >you hold her tail back and insert the funnel into her cunt
- >she immediately begins to flail violently
- >"no huwt peepee pwace!" she sobs, "mumma gud fwuffy!"
- >you open the liter of water you have setting on the floor
- >you begin to slowly pour water into the funnel
- >the mare shudders violently
- >her sobs devolve into frightened whimpers
- >"peepee pwace cowd," she stammers, "pwease wet mumma down"
- >you continue to funnel water into her
- >after a sixth of it has been poured you stop
- >you let the waterlogged mare hang for two minutes
- >she whimpers at you the entire time
- >"why tummy huwt" she sobs, "haff to make peepee"
- >"I am going to set you down," you begin to tell her, removing the funnel
- >she raises her head at you weakly as you say, "if you make peepees, I will hurt your babies"
- >you twist the egg timer you had setting on the floor
- >the dial now reads five
- >lifting the drawer from the cabinet, you set her on the ground
- >the weight remains in the drawer, keeping her anchored in place
- >she begins to shudder upon touching the floor
- >she immediately curls her legs inwards
- >the shaking continues for another half minute
- >you notice a puddle of water forming beneath her
- >she continues to shake violently as you lift her from the ground
- >with a rough squeeze, you force the remaining water out of her
- >liquid gushes from her injured cunt
- >she begins to sob miserably
- >"I told you not to piss yourself!" you yell at her
- >"tummy cowd!" she wails, "peepee pwace huwts! why poopie pwace no fwuffy?"
- >she continues to sob as you drop her on the floor
- >you task yourself with retrieving a leech from the tank
- >the mare begins to sob loudly as you set the leech into the bowl
- >"no huwt babehs!" she pleads, sitting up, "pwease no gif owchies! no booboo juis!"
- >you smack her across the face again, causing her to topple over
- >"You don't love your babies," you tell her, "or else you wouldn't piss yourself"
- >before she can reply you set the drawer back on top of the counter
- >"Let's try this again," you say, re-inserting the funnel into her cunt
- CHAPTER 5, PART 3
- >you proceed to pour more water into the funnel
- >the mare begins to whine softly
- >this time she makes considerably less noise than before
- >after filling her to her fullest you leave her hanging again
- >you put up with her whimpering for two minutes before setting her back on the floor
- >you twist the dial on the timer back to the five mark
- >the foals have begun to chirp and mewl for their mother
- >she curls her legs in and begins to sob
- >"mumma sowwy babehs," she cries softly, "mumma wuv aww hew babehs"
- >she manages to hold her water in for almost two minutes this time
- >a trickle of water begin to seep into her fluff
- >the instant it touches the floor you pick her up and squeeze her
- >her sobs rise in volume as she flails her legs miserably
- >shit begins to mix with the water gushing from her bloated vag
- >you busy yourself with retrieving another leech from the tank
- >she watches you place it in the foal bowl with tears in her eyes
- >"pwease..." she pleads weakly, "pwease..."
- >you grab her roughly by her stomach fluff and hold her to your face
- >"You hate your babies," you growl at her, "you don't deserve to have them"
- >through her pathetic sobbing she attempts to plead with you incoherently
- >you ignore her desperate pleading and set the drawer back on the cabinet
- >once more, you set the funnel into her bleeding cunt
- >you reach past the liter of water to retrieve the white container
- >popping the red cap off the lid, you begin to funnel its contents into her
- >she immediately gasps and begins crying at you
- >"tummy huwts!" she announces, "peepee pwace huwts!"
- >she sobs harder than she has before
- >you ignore her and continue to pour the liquid into the funnel
- >she continues to swell larger and larger
- >you realize she's roughly the size she was when pregnant
- >the liquid finally ceases to funnel into her
- >you lift the funnel out of her, causing the remaining liquid to spill out onto her fluff
- >it absorbs into her almost instantly
- >you busy yourself with your next instrument
- >retrieving the fishing hook you thread and tie fishing line through its eye
- >the bloated, purple mare is quietly whimpering again
- >you set the funnel and the lighter fluid back on the floor and begin to sew
- >she yelps the moment the hook pierces the lips of her vag
- >the slow, careful process of sewing her shut begins from there
- >it takes you a good five minutes to completely seal her oozing cunt
- >she sobs softly the entire time
- >"pwease," she begins to plead again, "pwease no mo' owchies dadeh"
- >you ignore, her, checking over your work
- >"tummy huwts weah bad," she informs you, "peepee pwace huwts dadeh"
- >you press gently on her sides, causing her to gurgle in pain
- >no liquid seeps out of her cunt through the stitches
- >your works is almost complete
- >you set the drawer back on the floor and flip the dial on the timer
- >the next five minutes drag on almost endlessly
- >unable to put her feet on the floor, the fluffy mare whines uncontrollably
- >you doubt her internal organs are comfortable swimming in flammable fluid
- >a loud ding interrupts your thoughts
- >you busy yourself with removing the ropes from the bloated mare
- >afterwards, you remove the leeches from the foals in the bowl
- >you turn your gaze back to the mare
- >"I guess you really do love you your babies," you say with a defeated tone
- >she shakily raises her head to look at you
- >you tip the bowl, sending the foals tumbling from their crystal prison
- >with a raspy breath she mare begins to call them
- "bah...behs..." she calls to them, wiggling her useless legs
- >the foals begin to whimper and crawl towards the sound of their mother's voice
- >with watchful eye you remain silent
- >the little yellow foal makes its way towards her the slowest
- >both the green and blue foal are bleeding from the kisses the leeches gave them
- >you wait until the foals are eight inches away before you light the butane torch
- >you watch the mare's eyes fill with terror as you set it inches from her face
- >spinning her around with her tail pointed at her foals, you lift your leg
- >as the foals are inches away from the torch you deliver one final crushing stomp to the mare
- >a stream of lighter fluid bursts from her stitch-filled cunt
- >the resulting noise as the fluid touches the torch is akin to turbulence from a jet engine
- >a leviathan of flame erupts from the mare's backside, blinding you in its righteous wake
- >you listen to the shrieks of pain resulting from the nearest foal disintegrating instantly
- >the roaring flame's blazing heat causes you to break out into a sweat
- >unable to see, you listen to the agonizing shrieks over the mare's demonic hot-flash
- >nearly as soon as it began, the pyrotechnics end
- >you keep your eyes closed for the next five seconds to reset your light sensitive ocular cells
- >the sight which greets you upon reopening your eyes is simply horrific
- >there's a five-foot black streak from the mare's cunt to the opposite wall
- >the crystal bowl has shattered, and the foals themselves are three hairless, boil-ridden chunks of meat
- >the mare's entire lower half is crushed beneath your foot
- >her hind legs and intestines have been cooked completely
- >she quivers quietly beneath your scorched shoe
- >you remove the foot from her backside and turn her to face her babies
- >her tear-filled eyes watch the black scar
- >they remain fixated on the scorched floor for almost a whole minute
- >finally, she begins to crawl towards the burnt husks slowly
- >"babehs..." she whimpers
- >her entrails snake out of her with each, labored step
- >she finally reaches the incinerated corpses of her former children
- >you smile at the sight of parental love
- >maybe she really did love her foals after all
- >you begin to pet her remaining fluff softly
- >she's impervious to your existence
- >you watch as she continues to nudge the remains of her shattered world
- >the foals remain silent in response to her shaky, pleading whimpers
- >you walk towards the door to leave
- >before turning off the light you look back at the black and purple mare
- >the ashy remains of her babies are being crushed between her forelegs and chest
- >you find the sight to be beautiful
- >flicking the light off, you exit the room
- CHAPTER 5, PART 4
- >the next morning the fluffies began clamoring around the cage for food
- >"Alright, hold on," you tell them
- >you set the plate of spaghetti in the cage
- >opening the can of tomato sauce you begin to pour it over the plate of cooked noodles
- >you stand back and watch as the fluffies begin eating
- >as the fluffy cream mare struggles to waddle, you spotted her pink fuckhole poking out of her shaved backside
- >she's tempting you, that little bitch, she know she is
- >as they continue eating their spaghetti you slowly begin petting the fluffy dam
- >she isn't that far along in her pregnancy yet
- >her rotundness is still noticeable though
- >you gentle begin to finger her soft, moist pussy
- >she shudders at the feel of your clammy finger
- >"no towch mumma," she scolds you, "no wan speciuh huggies"
- >her hind legs buck your eager hand away
- >you smile in turn, rubbing her tummy to soothe her
- >the fluffy white pegasus watches you with intrigued eyes
- >for once, she hasn't asked you about her missing penmates
- >you step away from the cage and head to the other room
- >stepping past the dead purple mare, you make your way to the aquarium
- >your last, lone leech floats idly in the tank
- >retrieving it from the water, you hold it in your hand softly
- >curling your fingers, you walk back into the main room
- >once again, you begin to gently fondle the expectant mother
- >she squirms against your searching fingers as you stimulate her adorable teats
- >finally, you being to drive your finger home again
- >despite her previous reluctance she begins to push herself against your finger
- >you knew the little slut wanted it
- >as her creamy cunt begins to leak juice, you place the leech against her vaginal folds
- >sensing heat, it begins to worm its way into her
- >she shudders violently as the leech slowly climbs its way into her
- >you watch the ebon tendril disappear completely into her body
- >she squirts copious amounts of vaginal fluid as she reaches her climax
- >exhausted, she waddles away from the plate and collapses in a heap
- >she begins foaling ten days later
- >by now she has reached almost triple her original size
- >you've taken extra precautions in preparation for this day
- >a fluffy white towel and a bowl of water have been placed with the mare
- >she barely drinks from the bowl at all
- >this is good, since it wasn't intended to be of use to her anyways
- >you shoo the three other fluffies away as you begin assisting her in birth
- >her water breaks, spraying herself and your hands with a thick, opaque liquid
- >it's much different than the usual water you see expelled from foaling mares
- >she begins to pant heavily, her labored breathing in rhythm with her strained pushing
- >something begins to slide out
- >your lose the color in your face
- >a Lovecraftian horror from beyond the veil of mortal comprehension greets you from her womb
- >black, rubbery tentacles emerge at first
- >you almost mistook them for leeches, but then you saw the rest of it
- >translucent eyelids quiver at the brightness of the light
- >the milk-white eyeballs underneath aren't conditioned to handle anything above dim lights
- >gills flap eagerly in an attempt to absorb oxygen from the waterless environment
- >vestigial stubs of legs flounder uselessly
- >you doubt its skeletal system could hold its aberrant frame
- >where ears would be, there are stubby, gently moving black tendrils
- >they curl around one another behind the odd-shaped head
- >the repulsive creature is no larger than a newborn foal
- >it begins to gurgle in an attempt to summon its mother
- >she pushes once more, and the afterbirth comes
- >turning to eat the placenta, she eyes her newborn foal in horror
- >"wh...wh..." she begins to stammer
- >shaking with fright she asks, "dis babeh?"
- >smiling, you begin to pet her disheveled fluff
- >"you're a mommy!" you tell her, continuing to pet her
- >the abomination continues to gurgle anxiously
- >it's sucker mouth flaps open and closed in anticipation for milk
- >the mare begins to nudge the foal with her nose
- >"why babeh no pwetty?" she asks shakily, "wheh pwetty fwuff?"
- >"what," you ask her, faking mock surprise, "you don't love your babeh?"
- >she looks at you with a pattern of confusion and hurt on her face
- >you watch with anticipation, excepting her to reject the disgusting creature
- >with shock, you watch as she begins to clean the creature with her tongue
- >licking away the slime from its skin, she begins to nuzzle it with her face
- >"mumma wub babbeh!" she exclaims happily, "babeh gwow pwetty fwuff suun!"
- >after consuming the bloody tampon-like placenta, she pulls the squirming foal to her teats
- >it begins to suckle against her teats eagerly
- >instinct is simply too much for her to ignore
- >you're actually impressed that she'd take care of such a freak of nature
- >how it was made is still a mystery to you
- >this wasn't supposed to happen at all
- >she was supposed to birth a mess of writhing, newborn leeches
- >the fish-like foal she has instead still interests you though
- >none of the other fluffies get close to the mare
- >they watch the squirming, hairless creature with fear
- >"dat not bebeh..." the red fluffy informs here
- >the mare looks at him angrily
- >"you meanie!," she informs him, "mumma wub babeh, babeh be fwuffy suun!"
- CHAPTER 6, PART 1
- (Anon's note: I'm not sure what this is. This is what he wrote.)
- >despite its mother's hopes, the water foal doesn't grow any fluff
- >over the next few days it secures itself firmly to its mother like a bottom dweller
- >the mare continues to gush over her unusual baby, showering it with praise when it feeds from her
- >"smawt babeh dwink miwk," she informs you, "smawt babeh gib mumma huggies"
- >one day it detaches itself from its mother
- >instinctively it wiggles itself over to the bowl of water
- >the frightened mare waddles after it in an attempt to stop it
- >"nuuu babeh!" she wails at it, "babeh nuu need watah, babeh dwown in watah!"
- >using its sucker-tipped leg stubs it climbs the side of the porcelain bowl
- >after landing in the water it begins to float around aimlessly
- >the mare watches her foal with anxious eyes, whimpering as it submerges itself
- >she doesn't say anything for the longest time
- >finally with a cheerful tone she reports, "smawt babeh swim! smawt babeh no dwown!"
- >you watch the water foal climb out of the bowl and wiggle its way back to its mother
- >how it manages to live outside the water with gills still amazes you
- >it must have lungs able to breathe air when out of the water
- >the little foal begins to nuzzle its mother's fluff with it's freakishly shaped head
- >it's 'ear' tendrils have grown in number since birth
- >a mess of half a dozen limp, black whips dangle behind its head
- >its slimy body shines like obsidian in the lamplight
- >whatever this thing is, you realize with a crushing pain that it loves its mother
- >this wasn't supposed to happen
- >she was supposed to die giving birth to a mess of leeches for being a sick little slut
- >yet somehow, her curse has turned into a freakishly distorted, dependent child
- >the other fluffies set aside their reluctance to see the water foal
- >after telling them to be gentle, the mare lets them pet her baby
- >it gurgles as its visitors while remaining securely attached to its mother's tummy
- >the white pegasus giggles at the head whips that brush against her nose
- >even the green fluffy, finally able to walk with minimal discomfort, has come to see his freak child
- >"fwuffy dadeh?" he asks her confused, "babeh no wook wike dadeh"
- >"you dadeh," the mare confirms, "mumma wub babeh, gud babeh"
- >riddled with confusion, you head up the stairs, still shaking your head at the turn of events
- >shrieking cries wake you half an hour before you normally rise
- >you head down the stairs to see what the commotion is
- >chaos greets you as you approach the cage
- >the red fluffy is huddled in a corner, laying in a pool of shit
- >meanwhile the white pegasus is covering near the cream fluffy mare
- >she's enthusiastically flapping her wings and yelling
- >you see the green fluffy on his back attempting to kick off his ebon tormentor
- >"bad babeh!" the mare is scolding, still flapping her tiny wings
- >"weav dadeh awone!" she calls, "dadeh no haf miwk"
- >the green fluffy is still shrieking in pain
- >his lower half is covered in slime
- >the water foal has its mouth placed over his inflamed dick remains
- >you realize it must be sucking blood out of the wound
- >all the while the mare thinks its hungry for milk
- >the green fluffy shits himself from the pain
- >"bad dadeh!" she scolds him, "meanie dadeh, babeh nuu eat poopies!"
- >she proceed to waddle over to her disobedient child
- >tugging at it with her forelegs, she manages to coax it off of the green former-stallion
- >he struggles to roll over and proceeds to run away once he does
- >a stream of blood and piss are left in his wake
- >the red fluffy remains cowering in fear as the white one attempts to console him
- >you watch the mare carry her foal back to the towel
- >it clings to her fluff and nuzzles it's way to find her neck
- >she sets it back on the towel and proceeds to try and feed it
- >it's quaggy, gelatin-like body quivers
- >you watch it open and close it's sucker mouth a few times
- >three rows of teeth have begun to form in its mouth
- >the mare looks at the teeth with confusion
- >"babeh haf teef?" she asks, gently nudging her foal in the cheek
- >surprisingly, the water foal doesn't bite her
- >it continues to open and close its mouth without suckling a teat
- >"why babeh no dwink?" she asks her foal worriedly, "mumma haf miwk for babeh"
- >open, close. open, close
- >the feeder-mouth continues to open and close rhythmically as the water foal remains motionless
- >after a few moments the foal cuddles against its mother's teats
- >satisfied, the mare lies down and gently pats it
- >"gud babeh," she tells it, "babeh smawt and dwinks miwk"
- >it remains attached to her body, yet doesn't begin feeding
- >you hear a skittering sound coming from the floor
- >the water foal begins to shake with anticipation
- >wiggling away from it's mother's crotchboobs, it makes its way over to the side of the cage
- >with sucker-tipped feet it scales the side of the cage
- >the fluffy denizens watch as the dark, slimy foal crawls its way up the wall
- >it reaches the top and places its forelegs over the side
- >suctioning them in place, it remains motionless, bent at a back-breaking angle
- >you realize now that it must be boneless
- >just like a leech
- >ignoring its mother's pleas to come back, the water foal waits
- >finally, you see the culprit
- >a mouse is skittering across your floor, making noise as it goes
- >the water foal launches a wire-thin tongue from its mouth with frightening velocity
- >it impales the mouse in mid-stride, paralyzing it
- >slowly, the four-foot tongue is reeled back into the sinister foal
- >with mouse now attached to its mouth, the foal places its forelegs back on the inside of the wall
- >it waddles down the side of the cage back to its mother
- >you watch, along with the fluffy ponies, as it slowly drains its victim of blood
- >all except the cream fluffy mare watch in horror
- >she instead attempts to understand what her baby has done
- >for a fluffy pony, it must be impossible to explain
- >looking at the small trickle of blood leaking from the mouse from where it was impaled, she watches in fear
- >yet looking back at her baby, she seems to understand
- >you watch her waddle over to her hellspawn and begin hugging it
- >it nuzzles its bald head against her fluffy tummy, still sucking away at the mouse
- >you decide you've seen enough for the day
- >heading back up the stairs, you decide to watch some TV for the rest of the day
- (Anon's note: Not sure if this was the last part. Scrublord emptied his Pastebin. He gave up.)
- THE END?
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