From Luvfag to Lone Wolf

>you are a moronic bleeding heart luvfag

>adopt an abused fluffy from the shelter because you are a bleeding heart luvfag

>name it Wub

>you don't take any of the necessary precautions

>you think fluffy ponies are always well behaved and never shit or piss

>you are a moron

>Wub shits on the floor when you let it out into your home

>give her a cookie and ask it not to do that again

>Wub pisses on the floor

>give her a cookie and ask it not to do that again

>Wub breaks the lamp your mother left you after she died from space aids

>give her a cookie and ask it not to do that again

>feed her some spaghetti and go to bed

>wake up the next morning

>your house is filled with shit, piss and pieces of once intact items

>give Wub a cookie and ask her to be a good fluffy pony while you're at work

>come home from a hard day at work

>your house is filled with even more shit, piss and pieces of once intact items

>too tired from your job to deal with it

>at least you left your door closed

>go to bed

>forget to close door

>have a nice dream about your hot secretary pleasuring you with her mouth

>feel like you're going to blow your load

>wake up to see fluffy pony felating you

>she sees you're awake and explains her intent

"Wub wan mo' sketties! Wub get sketties from daddy!"

>you try to stop Wub

>your hand reaches her head

>too late

>you only succeed in pressing her head down as you "feel the good feel"

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>Wub chokes when your manhood reaches deep into her throat

>she drowns on the daddy juice you're feeding her

>time to get a new fluffy pony

>wake up the next morning

>it's the weekend

>your house is still a disaster area

>leave it for later

>go to the shelter

>ask for another fluffy pony

>the lady at the counter asks what happened to the one you bought two days ago

>tell her it tried to drink something it shouldn't have and drowned

"Your daddy juice?"

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>she explains that Wub once belonged to a pastamancer who had her felate him for spaghetti

>your brain is too full of fuck to answer

>she goes and gets you another fluffy pony anyway

>name him Bub

>bring him home

>he says your home "no smeww pwetty"

>you let him out

>he goes over to one of Wub's piles of crap and starts eating it

>he turns to you with a literal shit eating grin

"Wook daddy! Bub clean up bad poopies! No get sowwy stick anymo'?"

>you're about to answer when he projectile vomits onto your shoes

>those shoes were a gift from your late father who died of Lupus

>he waddles over to try and clean it up, but trips over a piece of the broken lamp and flips over

>his bum lands facing your shoes as a river of brown washes over your feet

>the once blue fluff on his stomach is now being overtaken by an expanding damp green patch

"Bub sowwy! Pwese no huwt Bub! Bub good fwuffy! Clean bad poopies! No wan go back to bad pwace! Bub hungwy! Wan nummies! Wan sketties! Good fwuffy get sketties!"

>you watch as Bub apologizes, but then proclaims that despite his wrongdoings he is still a good fluffy who deserves fine italian pasta

>you look around your home, which is now a biohazard

>notice all the other fluffies waddling around in the other room

>realize the door to your back porch is open

>Wub let all some new friends in while you were sleeping

>they're messing up your kitchen

>they're eating the cereal you left on the counter

>somehow they got into your box of Trix

>NOBODY FUCKS WITH YOUR TRIX AND LIVES!

>you don't care if it's for kids

>it's your favorite goddamn food in the whole god forsaken world

>and the fluffy ponies turned it into their gateway to the realm of shit and giggles

>something snaps inside you

>you're not a moronic bleeding heart luvfag anymore

>all those stories about positive reinforcement were a load of utter shit

>that's the last time you believe in the better nature of sentient creatures

>you lift up your boot and hold it over Bub

"Hey Bub! We're going to play a game."

>your fluffies eyes light up, but then his jaw drops when he sees your face

>your grin is now a mile wide

>your eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets

>you look like an ax crazy psychopath

>this terrifies Bub, causing him to eject more of his foul smelling fecal matter

"D-daddy wan pway with Bub? Wat...wat we pway?"

"Well, since you're so hungry for it, the game we'll play is called EAT SHIT AND DIE!"

>you slam your shit covered foot down on the upper part of his body, smearing fluffy poo all over his face while it flattens beneath your wrath

"WAH! WHY HUWT FWUFFY?! BUB WAS GOOD FWUFFY! CLEANED BAD POOPIES! NOW WIKE DIS GAME! PWESE STAWP!"

>with one final push down, boo boo juice squirts out of Bub's head and onto the floor

>you then proceed to repeatedly stomp on the lower half of his body until it's just as flat as the rest of him

>one of the fluffies in the kitchen saw you do this

"WAH! MEANIE MUNSTA KIWW NEW FWEND!"

>the fluffies begin to run around in a panic

>they just wind up bumping into walls, furniture and one another

>you need to stop them from escaping

>decide to ham it up

"Fear not, friends! This fluffy was a bad fluffy! He was a smarty friend who wanted to hurt your mares and special friends!"

>the fluffies calm down a little and process this new information

"Fwuffy...huwt mawes an' speshaw fweinds? Huwt...babehs?"

"YES! He was going to hurt your babies! But do not worry, my dear fluffies, for DADDY has come to your rescue!"

>their eyes light up at this

"New daddy?" "Yay daddy!" "Daddy save herd!" "Mawes an' fweinds all safe!" "No smeww pwetty!"

>you unzip your pants and relieve yourself on Bub's flattened corpse while the fluffies watch

>you zip back up and resume hamming it up

"MY DEAR FLUFFIES! DADDY THINKS YOU ARE ALL GOOD FLUFFIES! BUT TO GET SKETTIES YOU MUST DO SOMETHING FOR DADDY!"

>your bellowing gets their attention

"Yay sketties" "Hungwy! Wan nummies!" "Tummy huwt! Big Owchies!" "No smeww pwetty!"

>you explain to them the task you have in mind

"FLUFFIES! THIS FLOOR IS COVERED IN BAD POOPIES! ONLY FLUFFIES WHO EAT ALL THE BAD POOPIES GET SKETTIES! THE ONES WHO DON'T ARE BAD FLUFFIES WHO GET NOTHING!"

>the fluffies try to process this, but have a bit of difficulty

>you decide to simplify things

"FLUFFIES EAT POOPIES ON FLOOR, THEN GET SKETTIES. NO SKETTIES UNLESS EAT POOPIES!"

>the fluffies are visibly distressed, but their overriding need for food drives them to obey

>half the fluffies stay in the kitchen eating their own shit

>the other half comes in and starts eat Wub's leftovers

>once they're done, they all look visibly sicker

>some start vomiting

>don't care

"FLUFFIES! YOU ALL NOW HAVE THE CHANCE TO BE GOOD FLUFFIES! BAD FLUFFIES DON'T GET SKETTIES! GOOD FLUFFIES EAT WEGGIES AND GET SKETTIES!"

"Eat...weggies?"

"GOOD FLUFFIES EAT WEGGIES! GOOD FLUFFIES GET SKETTIES!"

>the fluffies all look down and start eating their own legs

>their blood stains the floor red as you laugh maniacally

>some have even laid down near one another and begun eating each other's legs

>once the fluffies are sufficiently disabled, you begin the next phase of your plan

>with their legs bleeding and injured, they won't be able to run away

"FLUFFIES! YOU HAVE DONE WELL! NOW YOU CAN GET SKETTIES! THE SKETTIES ARE INSIDE OF YOU!"

>the fluffies look confused

"Fwuffy...no have sketties. Hungwy! Wan nummies!"

"FLUFFIES! THERE ARE SKETTIES INSIDE YOU! LOOK!"

>you pick on up and jam your hand into his gut

"WAH! WHY HUWT FWUFFY?! FWUFFY GOOD! EAT WEGGIES! EAT POOPIES! WAN SKETTIES!"

>you pull out his intestines and show them to the others

>his protests turn into gurgling

"EAT UP, MY FLUFFIES!"

>you throw them the intestines as they hesitantly begin eating it

"THERE'S MORE SKETTIES INSIDE EACH OF YOU! GO ON! GET THE SKETTIES OUT OF YOU!"

>the ponies whimper

>their stomachs growl

>most didn't get any of the intestines

>they begin attacking one another trying to get the "sketties" inside their friends

"Fwuffy hungwy!" "Wan nummies!" "Give sketties!" "Wah!" "Fwuffy no have sketties!" "No wan die!" "Daddy hewp!" "No smeww pwetty!"

>there's still two dam in the kitchen

>she's crying because she can't get to the sketties

>you pick them up and set them down

>their rears are facing the others

>the dams shit themselves when you start yelling again

"FLUFFIES! THESE DAMS HAVE THE BEST SKETTIES! BUT YOU HAVE TO CRAWL THROUGH A HOLE TO GET THEM!"

>the fluffies stop trying to eat each other and blink absentmindedly

>the dams don't understand what's going on

>you spread the dams' birth canals wide and begin addressing the herd again

>they mewl and start crying

"No tuch nawty pwace! NO touch nawty pwace!" "Stawp daddy! Dat pwace whew babehs comin'!"

>you already know that

"Through these holes lies the best sketties ever! Good fluffies go through and eat everything inside! Tummies won't hurt anymore!"

>at this, the fluffies, like a mindless zombie horde, begin rushing to the dams

>they buck and push one another trying to get through

>the first ones there begin jamming their heads into the dams

>you hear the dams scream as pools of blood join meet their crap on your once clean floor

>the sound and sight combined make you feel something you haven't felt in years

>not since your ex-wife drove your self esteem into the gutter and emotionally castrated you

>you realize how much of a sick fuck you are

>but then you remember how Wub died

>it was these fluffies!

>they're the ones who tempted you!

>THEY MUST BE STOPPED!

>you start laughing like a madman

>the joker would be proud

>you go lock the back door while two lucky fluffies are feasting on the foals and innards of the dams

>and then you turn the stove on

>and light the curtains on fire with the lighter you always carry around

>it was a gift from your late Uncle Garth

>he died of lung cancer

>and liver failure

>Uncle Garth had some problems with addiction

>but he really knew how to liven up parties, so nobody bothered to get him help

>locking the front door comes last

>as you walk away from your house, a pillar of flame erupts behind you

>the screams of countless fluffies burning to death fills your heart with a joy like no other

>it's raining burning fluffies all around you

>if the fire didn't kill them, the fall certainly did

>the unluckiest onest just break their legs and sit there getting eaten by the flames

>their tears look delicious

>but you must resist temptation

>you stand there staring at your house until the fire department arrives

>neighbor didn't see what happened

>she only got home when your house exploded

>she also saw the herd of fluffies go into your house the other night

>everyone assumed fluffy pony stupidity got your house blown up

>it wouldn't be the first time

>ol' Jack Dickerson down the street had his house destroyed just last week

>luckily you all have fluffy insurance

>which is why the city hates fluffy ponies with a passion

>you walk away from a shit filled house full of vermin with a hefty insurance payout

>but the money doesn't make you any happier

>not like the screams of tormented fluffies

>you take your money and buy a motorcycle

>now you're a lone badass riding across the country

>killing fluffies for fun, pleasure and rustlin' your jimmies back to life

>also for profit

>especially for profit

>with fluffies becoming an ever increasing problem across the country, there's always a new farmer or city that wants to hire you

>you could afford to eat like a king with all the money you get from brutally murdering fluffies

>but there's only one thing you eat now that you're precious box of Trix is gone

>Cherry Chimichangas

>just like momma used to make