scott
 
>being an evil little shit named Scott
>you got expelled from school several months ago for drug possession. just a little weed - fucking fascists.
>you spent a couple of months playing X-Box, smoking, and eating Doritos.
>you used to have a stupid ass fluffy pony you liked to fuck with, but after you put him in the toilet dad gave him away
>the old man kicked you out a couple of months ago. you actually turned 18 six months ago but he said he was giving you a grace period
>balls.
>you’ve stayed with a few friends on and off since then
>you’re sort of a professional “Guy on the Couch”.
>fucking bored, man.
>roomie is working night shift. supposed to bring home some choice schwag on his way home.
>but that’s not for five fucking hours
>kinda want to see your pony again.
>wait a second… the old man gave him to some breeder in town, right? maybe you can sneak in and steal him
>you dress up in black cargo pants, black hoodie, and borrow a pair of your roommate’s work gloves
>throw some bolt cutters, a hammer, a blow torch, wire cutters and a pry bar in your backpack
>this is gonna be cool.
>look up the breeder’s address online. huh… three of them in town. who the fuck knew people would pay for stupid ass ponies?
>oh well… try the first one. it’s closest.
>first place is about a half mile away. it’s a small farm with a barn out back
>looks like the farmer or whoever went to bed. it’s 2am anyway. no one else is up.
>peep through one of the windows. looks like the entire bottom floor of the barn is a big fluffy pen
>soft hay and wood chips all over the floor. you can see five mares laying on the ground.
>three of them each have a pair of foals that they’re holding, letting them drink their milk
>the third has a single foal that it’s cuddling against its chest.
>the fourth appears to have some blood and slime oozing down its backside. it’s leaning over a foal on the ground, crying
>it looks like she just gave birth to a single foal but it didn’t survive. bummer.
>you don’t see any males. maybe they keep them on the second floor
>pop the padlock with the bolt cutters
>sneak inside. the mares feeding their babies perk their ears up. the crying fluffy doesn’t even look at you
>”new fwen?” “man bwing nummies?” “fwesh nummies foah babehs?”
>you forgot how annoying the voices were
>climb up the ladder, check out the second level. nope… no males. they must keep them in the house or they hire out for studs
>climb back down the ladder and hit the floor, you hear a squeak and crying.
>godammit.
>one of the gray fluffy’s stupid foals got away from her and got under you. you just landed on its tail.
>its crying like a little kid
>”ahhhhhh! mama! mama! taywl huwty! huwtyyyyyyy!”
>you try to shush the stupid thing, it just bawls to its mother.
>the mother, a fat, stupid-looking unicorn, waddles over and tries to hug the baby.
>”mama hewe! mama hewe! giff huggies! dunn cwy babeh!”
>the mother gives you a dirty look
>”stoopid hooman.”
>”What the fuck? Your stupid baby got under my feet! Be a better mother, you dumb cunt.”
>she blows a raspberry at you while cuddling the sobbing foal
>you know what? no. fuck that shit.
>you’re gonna give that fucking thing something to cry about
>grab it by its broken tail. its tiny legs moving a mile a minute. still crying.
>”mummy! hewp! hewp!”
>”i sowwy! i sowwy! pwease no take babeh! no huwt babeh!”
>kick her in the face. the other foal she was milking holds on tightly to its mother’s fluff, sobbing as well
>you whip out the blow torch and burn all the fluff off the thing’s ass and rear legs. the flesh is charred and red
>”AHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! WAHHHHHHHHHHH! why mama no save babeh!? why huwt poopie pwace! wahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
>you toss the screeching blob to the ground. it crawls pathetically with its front legs, dragging its charbroiled legs behind it
>the mother reaches out instinctively for the baby, but you keep her at bay with a threatening boot
>after crawling a couple of feet you take the hammer and smash the baby’s torso with it. blood sprays from its mouth and poop from its tiny anus
>a few intestines lay on the ground underneath it
>you pick it up by the tail and toss it to the mother
>”I think I broke your shit. Ha ha ha!”
>the other foal is still gripped tightly on its mothers fluff. the mother is in tears, silently weeping over it dead foal
>by now, of course, the other mares are weeping as well, trying to protect their babies from any harm
>only the mare with the stillborn baby sits there, staring at you.
>”What the fuck are you looking at?”
>”mah babeh ded. it cowme out ded. otha mummies make fun of fwame fo haff bad babeh. it not fwame’s fawlt.”
>the mare doesn’t seem afraid of you. in fact, it keeps giving angry glares at the other mares.
>she’s a little skinnier than the others, a little younger. she’s an earth pony - orange with red mane and tail
>”They made fun of you, huh? Which ones?”
>”all uff dem.”
>you stomp up to the mare that had only one foal when you came in. you grab it from her.
>naturally it screeches, reaching desperately for its mother. the mother actually tries to bite your ankles.
>which is about as effective as a 1 year old pinching your ankles.
>this foal is about the same size as the one you burned. it’s small, maybe only a week or two old
>”mama! mama! mama! scawed! scawed! hewp!”
>both the mother and foal are pegasus ponies.
>the baby flutters its tiny wings rapidly. might be some sort of call for help.
>the mother keeps trying to jump up to get it back, but can only get a few inches off the ground.
>boot her in the face. she flies backwards against the wall
>you clip the legs off the foal with your wire cutters. it screams each times. its eyes are wet and pink from crying so much
>keep two fingers clamped over its mouth. it’s not calling for help now.
>”Let’s see if you can fly without that extra weight!”
>you toss the foal high into the rafters of the barn. it flutters its wings maddeningly, trying to lessen its fall
>unfortunately, its wings won’t be anywhere near effective for another month or so. it plummets to the ground.
>there is a sickening crunch. it landed on its side, probably cracking a few ribs. it flops on the ground pathetically, each time making it screech in pain
>the mother hobbles over to it to give huggies. if it doesn’t die, it’ll be fucked up for life.
>”You fucking bitches laugh at her, too?”
>one of the mothers with twins, a green unicorn with chocolate brown mane and tail, cries for their lives.
>”we juwst joke! didn wann be meanie! juss joke!”
>”Jokes, huh.”
>you pry her mouth open and jam one of her foals down her throat. they both flail their legs crazily, each losing air.
>for good measure you grab its other foal and throw it at the wall. it’s impaled on a huge nail. lucky shot.
>you turn your attention to the last mare - a white and brown palamino with a black tail and mane.
>her babies are larger… probably doe to be weaned soon
>grab one and beat the shit out of it with your crowbar.
>smack the mother in the head with it
>you look at flame, who is now sitting next to you.
>”What do you wanna do now?”
>”i wann dem awl ded.”
>the remaining foal of the mare you smacked with the crowbar, a light blue one with a golden tail and mane, is wandering after its mother, asking for milk
>blood is oozing out of the mother’s nose and she’s in a daze.
>flame waddles up to the foal and stomps on it with her front feet, then tears into its soft throat with what little teeth she has
>somehow, she manages to kill the foal with her soft feets and tiny nubs of teeth
>”We better get outta here.”
>flame looks up at you
>”You coming or what?”
>”whewe you gonn, hooman?”
>”Home… then find more fluffies to kill.”
>”den fwame comm wiff.”
>you pick up the fluffy and hurry back to your roommate’s place
>clean up flame in the sink. she doesn’t even complain about the hot water
>”dis wook wike stawt uff bootifwul fwenship. wut yoo name?”
>”My name’s Scott. And we’re going to kill them all.”