1/4
>Single gal living in the city.
>Fluffy ponies all over the damn place.
>You hate the fucking things.
>Never gone as far as killing one though.
>There's a pink mare that lives in the alley near your house.
>Thinks you're her "fwiend."
>Runs out, asks for food, asks for hugs.
"Yeah...looks like you've been getting enough hugs, slut."
>Fluffy mare is very pregnant.
>"Why cawl fwuffy bad name? Am good fwuffy."
"You're gonna dump a whole load of foals in the alley aren't you?"
>"Fwuffy be mummy soon! Fwuffy happy!"
"You're a dumb animal that can barely find enough food for yourself."
>Fluffy mare looks confused.
>"Gif fwuffy nummies?"
"No you shit-brain...I'm not offering you food. I'm saying your babies are gonna starve because you can't find enough food."
>Fluffy mare begins to cry.
>"Fwuffy be good mummy...babbees haf 'nuff nummies."
>You've planted the seeds of doubt.
>Your work is done for the day.
 
2/4
>A week later you hear whimpering and grunting from the alley.
>Take a peek out your window.
>Yup...the fluffy slut is giving birth.
>She's in obvious pain, crying and shaking all over.
>She could really use some help.
>Close window...mix a sugary chick drink...watch Lifetime Network.
 
>Fluffy mare greets you next morning.
>"Wook wook! Haf babbees! Fwuffy wuv cute babbees!"
>Two tiny foals nestle in her fluff, suckling on her teats.
>You have to admit, they would be cute if they weren't vermin.
>Hell, baby rats are cute too.
>No big deal...you know they'll die soon enough.
>The foals are already squeaking in complaint.
>Momma doesn't have enough milk for them.
 
>It doesn't even take a week.
>You hear mournful crying from the alley.
>The smaller of the two babies has died.
>The bigger one will stand a better chance now.
>Realistically it's doomed too.
>Do your part to help.
>Remind your neighbors not to throw out any food.
>Don't want that stray mare getting any free meals from the garbage.
>With luck she'll wander off and find a new place once her other foal dies.
>But instead she does something unexpected.
>You hear scratching and whimpering at your door.
>That fluffy shitbag better not be begging for food.
>Put your hiking boots on just in case.
>You're gonna kick that fluffy so far...
>Fluffy mare is at the door.
>Tears in her eyes, face fluff wet.
>She sits up on her rump and holds out her living foal.
>"Pwease...pwease take babbee."
 
3/4
"What the fuck?"
>"Missy wight...fwuffy am bad mummy. Pwease take babbee...wif nummies...make wawm."
>Heartbroken, she's trying to give you her baby.
>She knows a human can give it a better life.
>It's an act of selfless love you didn't think a fluffy was capable of.
>Fuck all that.
"Are you shitting me? Why would I want your damn baby?"
>"Yu be good mummy...plenty nummies, wawm pwace! Pwease gif good home!"
>You yank the foal out of her grip.
>It squeals in terror...it's never been away from it's mother's fluff.
>"Owwiee! Pwease mummy hewp! Fwuffy scawed!"
>Kneel down so the mother can see.
>Twist the foal slowly.
>It screams...you can feel bones snapping, organs ripping.
>"NUUU! Dun huwt babbee!"
>The mother feebly tries to stop you.
>Twist the foal in reverse...it howls in agony.
>"Stawp huwy babbee! Stawp pwease!"
>The foal stops screaming first.
>You're not done.
>Duct tape...the solution for all the world's problems.
>Grab fluffy mare by her mane.
>She shrieks and tries to escape.
"Hold still bitch."
>Tape the dead foal to her back.
>Make several tight wraps around her mid-section.
>She'll never get that off.
>"WhaaaHHH! Nuuu! Take babbee off fwuffy!"
"A good mummy doesn't try to give away her baby, bitch."
>"Babee scawy! Pwease take off!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
>Give her a kick with your hiking boot.
>Fluffy scampers away, screaming and crying in anguish.
 
4/4
>Fluffy mare becomes famous in the city.
>Lots of people see the fluffy pony with the dead baby taped to her back.
>Numerous urban legends pop up to explain how she got that way.
>She wanders the alleys, begging for scraps, raiding garbage cans.
>Forever doomed to carry her dead foal.
>It dries out rather than rotting away.
>Her life is unrelenting misery
>Other fluffies are terrified of her...she gets no huggies.
>She runs from humans now...even those that would help her.
>At night she moans in sorrow.
>Annoyed humans chase her off.
>She never sleeps the same place twice.
>In a few months she dies of fatigue, malnutrition and heartbreak.