>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>Your alloy horn sticks off your forehead over your purple eyes.
>Your ruined ear flops down, the scar over your right eye parts your fluff.
>The gap over the scar on your shoulder is visible while the circular scar on your chest isn’t.
>The 2% branded on your chest still hurts from time to time.
>You have learned to sit without hurting yourself with the crook in the end of your tail.
>You do not understand what is going on.
>You don’t understand why you were placed in a pen by yourself.
>You don’t understand why the two legged monsters are upset that you gave biggest owchies to a bad fluffy.
>You don’t understand why they have sentenced you to die.
>You stare out the pen as they seem to be cleaning a sleepy room.
>”Man, I have a buzz saw. That will be funner!”
>”We don’t want to scare the other fluffies dumb ass!”
>”Plus if the boss ever shows up and sees the blood we are out of a job.”
>”Oh come on, she hasn’t been here in years.”
>The two men make small talk as they clean out a small square box.
>It had been used to store things in.
>One man looks down at you, “Carbon dioxide is too fucking good for you asshole!”
>Another is leaving carrying boxes.
>You are running around your holding pen, it is smaller than the one you were taken out of.
>It is plywood sides and you can’t seem to find a way to open it.
>You start to buck the sides.
>The two legged monster looks down at you, “Shut the fuck up and keep quiet! We don’t need you scaring the other fluffies!”
>You stomp at the man, “Yoo be qwiet! Deadmeat gif owchies to munsta!”
>The man whips around, “The fuck did you just say!?”
>He leaps into your pen and you charge at him.
>Before you can reach him he sweep kicks you in your side knocking you over.
>The pain is intense.
>Before you can get up he is on you with his hand on your neck holding you down.
>You kick and struggle uselessly.
>The man almost hisses, ”Fucking smarties! Fucking strays! If I had my way we would kill you all!”
>He gets a smile across his face, “But since I can’t scare the other fluffies with your blodd spraying everywhere…”
>He reaches over the side of the pen and pulls up a ping pong paddle.
>”This will have to do!”
>You struggle kicking back with your legs and wiggling your head to get out of his grasp.
>He cackles as he rears his arm back and start swinging.
*Wack* *Wack* *Wack* *Wack* *Wack* *Wack*
>Burning stinging pain radiates down your rump and he starts to spank you.
>”Owie! Stawp! Owieowieowie! Nuu dun hewt deadmeat! Owchie ow! Wahhhhhh!”
>He gives a few more swats for good measure before getting up and leaving the pen.
>You lay crying in pain as continues to get the sleepy box ready.
>You hear a bell ring.
>You get up and look at the sides of the pen again seeing no breaks.
>The man ignores you as he goes about his business.
>”Why yoo hate Deadmeat?”
>The chorus of “Pick fwuffy!”, “yay! Nuu mameh fo fwuffy!”, “Fwuffy wub yoo!” starts to drown out the other sounds.
>”Deadmeat nuu wan die…”
>You start to feel your eyes start to tear up.
>The other man comes back hurriedly, “Oh fuck! Guess who decided to drop by!?”
>You hear a woman’s voice, “And how are my little children today? Mommy missed you!”
>The man who just spanked you seems to be frightened now.
>You stomp, “Yoo bad munstas! Deadmeat wan yoo get owies!”
>They ignore you looking toward the other pen.
>You hear fluffy giggling and laughing with yells of “Pick fwuffy!”
>Then you see another human walk up to the other two.
>It is a beautiful woman wearing a flamboyant red dress and large sunglasses.
>Her hair is dyed blue and hangs straight down.
>”So how are the peons doing today?” she says with disdain in her voice.
>They seem to stammer, “Oh pretty good ma’am, we’re happy to be here and working for you.”
>She looks around then notices the sleepy box, “And what the fuck is this?”
>Both men just look at each other.
>”Why in the FUCK is this thing still here!?”
>She turns to the men with venom in her eyes, “Every one of the fluffy ponies is worth ten of you groveling boot licking shit stains!”
>”The splooge from a jacked off monkey is more valuable than you fucking leeches!”
>”It will warm me at night knowing you both are letting desperate faggots fuck you in the ass so you can eat a stale sandwich!”
>”Do I make myself GOD DAMN CLEAR!”
>The men back up, ”I’m sorry! I meant to take it out but stuff kept coming up!”
>”Shut the fuck up! If I want to hear anything from you two low lifes I’ll have my body guard beat it out of you!”
>She spins around, “Sorry about that, how is mammas babbies!” she talks in a loving voice.
>You hear the chatter from the other pen.
>”Pwease wet Deadmeat go…”
>They still ignore you.
>”Good news babies! Mommy is going to take one of you home today!”
>The other pen erupts with cheers and pick fwuffies.
>The man who spanked you turns to you and drags his finger across his throat.
>”But I just can’t choose on my own, let’s let luck find a good fluffy!”
>You lower your head, they won’t listen to you.
>”Ok! Shooting a rubber band behind my back! Whoever gets it will be my new baby!”
>You have no idea what to do.
>The men look up, one’s jaw drops and the other simply says, “You…have…got…to….be…kidding….me…”
>Something lands on your horn and is dangling in front of your eyes.
>You shake your head and get whatever that thing is off.
>You look down, it’s some sort of brown circle.
>You sniff and pad at it, it smells strange and changes shape.
>”Ok, who got the rubber band?”
>You pay no attention to the clambering outside your pen as you push this new thing to see if it’s dangerous.
>”Nuuuu! Ting go ofer fwuffy!”, “Pick fwuffy!” there is yells of disappointment from the other pen.
>”It went over? Then it must have…”
>You lean over about to bite it to see what it taste like when you are grabbed from behind.
>”Whaaa! Wet Deadmeat go!” you start to wiggle.
>You are raised up and tossed in the air spinning.
>On the way down you are caught, when you can see straight you are looking at the female.
>”How is mommy’s new baby doing?”
>”Yoo nuu Deadmeat mammeh!” you yell at her.
>She pulls you in and hugs you.
>You open your mouth to yell at her but….
>You taste it… the stench….
>”Ahhhh! Nu smeww pwetty! Wet Deadmeat go! Blehhhhh!!!”
>You try to cover your nose to keep from smelling her perfume.
>She holds you back out again, “You are a distinguished looking fluffy pony, larger than most…”
>She seems in thought then says, “I shall call you Sir William Reginald! Can you say Sir William Reginald?”
>”Nuu!”
>She pulls you close hugging you again.
>You wiggle trying to get out of her grasp as she steps out of the pen.
>”Wet Deadmeat go!” you shout wiggling.
>She keeps holding you and walks over to a table.
>She holds you out again smiling at you.
>”You are just so adorable!”
>You wave your hoof at her angrily, “Nuu! Deadmeat am Deadmeat!”
>One of the men starts to speak up, “Umm Ma’am…. You might want a different fluffy than him.”
>She doesn’t even turn around, “Is the rip raff talking again!? Shut the fuck up nave!”
>You struggle some more, “Yoo stinky dum dum munsta! Deadmeat nuu wike yoo! Wet Deadmeat go!”
>You puff your cheeks at this strange woman.
>”You see ma’am… that one is a smarty. And the way he acts we think he might be wild.”
>You yell angrily and start thrashing almost making her lose her grip.
>”These normally can’t be reset... they are just too-“
>”Pfffbbbtffttffbbbttttbbfffttttt!”
>”Teehee! Heeheeheee!! Teeheehee!”
>You find yourself giggling and laying on your back on the table.
>The men stare blank faced, “Did she just….”
>”Yep…. Gave him a belly boofer.”
>You set up and see her leaning on the table smiling, “I would think that a couple of dumb fucks would know to get their boss a carrier by now.”
>You get ready to get up in a defensive stance as she leans over.
>Before you can say anything threatening she starts to sniff down the side of your body.
>You shy away not knowing what she is doing.
>You suddenly realize she isn’t holding you anymore!
>You look at the table’s edge, you know you can make the jump!
>”You smell a bit gamey! Someone hasn’t has a bath in a while.” She says as she starts to reach in her pockets.
>You get ready to run…. Gamey?
>You turn and sniff yourself.
>You turn back to the strange woman, “Yoo bad stinky munsta! Deadmeat nuu smeww! Yoo-“
>She squirts something in your face.
>Your mouth was open.
>The stench covers your face and burns your eyes.
>You flop on your back gagging.
>You can’t make words as you try to bleh the taste from your mouth.
>You are futilely covering your nose trying to keep the smell out.
>”Do you like it?” She giggles a bit, “It’s my own scent. Makes fluffies smell devine.”
>You feel yourself being picked up and placed in a box.
>”We will have to do something about that horn later… Plus you look the worse for wear…”
>”Ma’am… be careful with that one. I know you love fluffies but it is for the best that-“
>”SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
>The man shrinks back.
>”ALL fluffies just need love! They are bred and made to love!”
>She turns and goes back to the other pen, “Ohhh babies! I wish I could take you all but mamma can’t.”
>One of the men mutters, “I hope he stabs her in the fucking neck when she’s asleep!”
>The other man nods, “She deserves this bastard!”
>”Six dead fluffies….”
>”Mommy is going to have spaghetti delivered to all of you today!” She starts to blow kisses.
>”Yay! Sketties!”, “Wub mammeh!”, “Pick fwuffy!”, “Fwuffy wub yoo!”, “Sketties!”
>She turns and walks back toward you as you are still shaking your head trying to get rid of the smell.
>You feel the carrier lift.
>”Well, I’m off to my jet. I’m going to have a camera installed. That goddamn euthanasia box better be gone!”
>You feel yourself swinging as you head to the door.
>You find yourself outside again, the sun is bright and hurts your eyes.
>You are being carried to a red convertible.
>You feel yourself being placed inside.
>You look out the opening of your carrier.
>You are facing the inside of the car, you see a large gaudy handbag.
>”Ok, now to strap you in so you don’t get hurt Sir William Robert.”
>You stab at the door, it doesn’t open.
>The holes are too small for you to stick your horn too far through.
>The woman gets in and starts the car, she turns on the radio and starts to dance with the music.
>You start to think, your head twinges slightly.
>You think that she opens the door to your box and you can get away.
>You can stab her hand then-
>The bag starts to move.
>You stare at it not sure what is going on.
>Finally a fluffy pony’s head pokes out.
>You see it has light brown fluff and a pink mane.
>You see the horn sticking from the forehead.
>She yawns and looks up, “Yay! Momma back!”
>”Ohhh Princess! I got you a new herd member!”
>The light brown fluffy’s face lights up and she looks around.
>She sees your carrier and she jumps out of the bag and truddles toward you.
>”Yay! Pwinsess Pwinsess wub new hewdies!”
>You are shocked by what you see.
>On her head is a horn… but on her back are also wings!
>She walks up and sits in front of your carrier as the woman seat dances behind her.
>She sniffs the opening, “Momma gif nice smeww to new hewdie.”
>She looks in and sees you and then recoils, “Bleh! Yoo nuu pwetty!”
>You jump up indignant, “Nuu! Deadmeat am pwetty! Yoo meanie fwuffy!”
>She yells back, “Nuu am meanie! Am smawty! Pwinses Pwinses am bestest smawty! Mamma say so!”
>”Now now sweetie, be nice to your new friend. He is going to a new place and is scared.”
>She looks back smiling, “Otay mamma!”
>She looks back at you smiling, “Pwinses Pwinses wike new hewdie, gif bawws, toys and sketties!”
>She starts to clap, “Fwuffies haf wots and wots of fun!”
>She is picked up by the woman, “Ok dear, let’s get ready to go. Mommy is afraid she might catch bumpkin being out here too long.”
>She places the light brown alicorn on a small platform on the seat and places a harness on her.
>You look up and see Princess Princess wagging her tails and giggling with excitement.
>The woman moves a stick on the floor of the car and it starts to move.
>You bounce on the inside of the box as you head down the road.
>It starts to sink in, you will never get out.
>You will never get back to the park.
>You have lost everything and are on your own again.
>You lay down and start to sniffle.
>You look up, the light brown alicorn is letting the wind flow through her fluff.
>She has her wings out flapping them.
>Her eyes are closed as she envisions herself soaring through the clouds.
>She has an ecstatic look on her face.
>The woman is still shaking with the music and singing along.
>She is smiling as her blue hair waves behind her.
>You lower your head and start to cry.
>”Deadmeat nuu wan go bye bye… Bwahhhhh!”
>You go on not knowing where you are going.