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
>freeshrugs.jpg
>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?