Tried thinking up of an abuse story with garden fluffies, this came out.
 
>Be fluffy abuser.
>You get your fluffies from a shady dealer.
>Don't want to get caught taking them, not good if a neighbor spots you.
>Get latest batch from Pedro.
>Go home and open it up in your torture room.
>3 earth ponies, 2 unicorns, and a pegasus, all crying and shitting and asking for hugs.
>Wait, at the bottom.
>It's a garden fluffy trying to eat the feces.
>Sonuvabitch, you told Pedro no garden fluffies!
>Not as bad as when he gave you 200 cotton fluffies.
>Those were just annoying.
>Decide to try torturing it anyway.
>First time for everything.
>Who knows, could be fun!
>Pull it out of the box as the other fluffies try hugging your hands.
>Place it on the torture bench.
>"Why is it dark?  Plants need sun."
>Its back is  covered in bluebells.
>Can't use your normal fluffy torture devices, they need to strap to its back tightly.
>Take garden shears off wall.
"Do you want to play a game?"
"What game?"
"The cut-off-all-the-flowers-off-your-back game!"
>It takes a second to comprehend you, and then looks at you with complete terror in it's eyes, mouth agasp.
"NOOOO!"
>Slice slice slice go the shears.
>Flowers fall off as you work your magic.
"NOOOO! DON'T KILL FLUFFY'S FLOWERS!"
>It tries to run away, but you slide it back over.
"Huuhuuhuu huuuuuu *sniff* huuuuuuu..."
>It's crying harder than any fluffy you've tortured.
>The fluffies in the box are growing more scared by the second, crying as well.
>So far, so good.
>Slice slice slice.
>More flowers are dead.
"I don't like this game.  Please, kill me."
>What.
>Normally fluffies don't ask for death until you get to the Nailbox.
>This takes you off-guard.
>It's staring at you with crooked eyes.
"You want me to kill you? Already?"
"Don't kill flowers.  If fluffy dead, flowers grow better."
>Well this is no fun.
>This fluffy doesn't mind dying.
>You like pushing the survival instinct to its limit.
>This just isn't the same.
>Take garden fluffy and place it outside your door, with a piece of toast.
>It's still crying over the flowers you cut.
>Stupid garden fluffies and their knowledge of the circle of life.
>Go back to the torture room and grab a crying unicorn by its face.
>Slam it on the bench.
"Nuu!  Nuu huwt bahbies!"
"You're a mother?"
"Bahbies stiww in fwuffy.  Nuu huwt bahbies!"
>Grab a rusty spoon and start digging in her fluffy vagina.
"Nuu!  Nuu huwt bahbiAAAAAAAAH! AAAH! STOP HUWTING FWUFFY! FWUFFY GIF YOU BIG HUWTIES AAAAAAAH!"
>That's more like it.