>you let fluffy pony listen to music on your computer
>she "dances" adorably when it plays, sleeping in her little basket when she tuckers herself out
>you owned her for about a month before she went into heat
>not that you knew about that, but you regretted it all the same
>you came home from work, signaling it was music time for your fluffy pony
>there is already music playing
>cheesy 70's porn groove
>you rush to your computer, partially because you're worried about your fluffy, more afraid she'll shit on your desktop
>what you walk in on is far stranger
>your fluffy pony is presenting in front of the webcam like a mandrill
>she notices and squeaks "Wan' hugs!" before you swat her off the desk and shut off the webcam
>url "LustforFwuff.org"
>she bumping her hindquarters into your shin demanding "HUGS" as you shut down winamp
Bitch, you gettin' spayed
>apparently spaying is ridiculously expensive for fluffy ponies
>instead, you ask the vet for a calendar that marks mating periods
>you're still trying to imagine how the bleeding hell this all happened
>how she worked the computer and is literate enough to use the internet being foremost in your mind
>while you drive back home, fluffy pony is shoving her fluffy plot into the bars of the cat carrier
>you regret not wearing gloves when you open the door
>despite her mewling and her clumsy attempts at enticing you, she's still your adorable fluffy pony
>even if she licks and suckles your fingers
>you still drop her in the safe room when she becomes too irritating
>one day, you come home and notice fluffy pony has swelled by quite a degree
>she's clearly been knocked up or something
>time for another goddamn vet visit
>as you sit in the waiting room, fluffy pony starts groaning
>"fwuffy tummy ouchies..."
>ohshit.jpg
>you're damn sure she's gonna go into labor and the nurses on hand immediately try to get a vet out
>they're telling her to breathe and stay calm but all this attention is only getting her more worked up
>they do an emergency shave of her nethers
>"oooOOOH POOPIES!"
>what slides out of fluffy pony's tiny vag is not foals though
>it's every goddamn toy you let her keep in the safe room
>like a Santa Claus's magical fucking bag, a stream of mare... juice coated balls and beanie babies spills out onto the floor
>the other fluffies are freaking out about this, forgetting their own injuries and illness to play with these smuggled playthings
>one of the other dams goes into labor out of excitement
>this whole time, the nurses are actually HORRIFIED by this from just how goddamned strange it is
>you don't bother packing up the toys and somehow fluffy pony doesn't have any internal injuries
>you, however, are never going to recover
>when you got home, you unceremoniously dropped fluffy pony into her safe room
>it is bare except for the dog bed you bought when you first picked her up
>you can't even look at her as she immediately starts licking her sore genitals
>still haunted by the magical clown car vagina, you simply dump a bit of kibble in her bowl and swiftly clean her litter box
>she begins wailing that she's "sowwy" and "wans dance time"
>other owners would have probably thrown her in a cardboard box on the sidewalk
>not you, you saintly fuck
>the calender ticks by, and soon the breeding season is over
>since you didn't buy her any new toys for fear of a repeat incident, you bought her some new ones from Good Will
>she burbles happily in her as she bumps her rubber ball around the room
>you are still planning though
>spaying her is just not in your budget
>you've too good a heart to mutilate her yourself
>through the internet, you forage for ideas
>most of the advice is just different ways of killing or amputating her limbs
>some actually give some counsel that ISN'T blood thirsty, but still isn't very good
>the closest one to sound is "buy another pony fag"
>thread devolved into name-calling and commentary on fluffy pony cocks shortly thereafter
>you put some kibble in her bowl and tell her you're going out for a big surprise
>she practically shits herself in excitement, but doesn't because you have the foresight to squeeze her over her litterbox first
>a short drive later, some dirty Armenian man, who under his woolen chest beats a heart of gold, shows you all the fluffy ponies up for adoption
>it's not a cesspit, but there are a lot of crowded cages and they look eager to get out
>after walking about, you find a fluffy pink pegasus with bright blue eyes
>a quick check reveals she indeed a filly
>you produce your ID and payment, leaving with a wriggling ball of puffy joy
>she jibbers in that baby talk some people would cut the fluffy's tongue out to be free of
>you lightly toss the pegasus in with your fluffy pony
>it's like watching two spastic pastel cotton balls trying to wrestle
>hopefully she won't be so alone and bored when you remove the toys during breeding season
>ohmygoooooooooooooood.flv
>they begins screaming with you
>steaming terror turds drop out of their pressurized colons
>you are stumbling around like a village drunk from an irish novel, but dimly chanting "oh fuck what do I do oh fuck"
>you maneuver them under your armpits, sliding them off like cashmere boxing gloves
>gripped in disgust and horror, you trundle through the plastic gate you isolate their safety room with
>they follow you demanding to give you "mo' speshuw huggies"
>crawl into your bathroom, slamming the door
>the shower you take is scalding, but only agony will cleanse the taint you have suffered this night
>"Wawa huggies!"
>the fucking door didn't latch shut
>your fluffy pegasus climbs onto the toilet and glides into the burning shower
>"hu-AAAAH! BAD WAWAG*gurgle* *flail*"
>fluffy pony has drowned
>you stumble into the door, making sure you hear the latch
>dump corpse in trash can
>hate your life