>Be a fluffy pony
>Be tortured for the better part of a year
>Be absolutely traumatized from everything you've endured, from the stretching to the fires to the psychological torment
>Have scars all over your body
>Have a few places where fluff won't grow back anymore
>Have permanent indentations under your eyes where the tears flowed on a regular basis
>Try to force yourself not to tremble at the sight of a hooman
>Find yourself in a shelter
>A lot of the workers have no idea why you're even there; there's no way anyone's going to take you, you're ugly as sin
>Get rounded up in the display pen with cuter, happier looking fluffy ponies
>Don't even try to get their attention, just sort of lay in the back of the pen until closing
>The other fluffies stopped trying to be your friend a long time ago when they discovered your refusal to play with them; this has gotten you labeled as "dummy" and "ugwy" fluffy
>Nothing matters to you anymore, you just wish they'd try drowning you again; this time, you wouldn't try to stop them
 
>Stay at the shelter a couple more weeks
>Just becoming an increasingly depressing sight for customers and employees alike
>Eventually they call on the only person on staff that could actually bring themselves to put it out of its misery: Dale the Asshole Fluffy Pony Shelter Employee
>Manager Level-Headed approached Dale on his lunch break; he's eating a sandwich; Superfluff is sleeping soundly at his feet
>"Dale? I need your help with something."
>Dale takes the last bite of sandwich and swallows. "Yeah? What do you need?"
>"That haggard ass fluffy in the buyer's pen..."
>Level-Headed doesn't need to say anything else, Dale's already out of his chair
>"Say no more, sir. I've been waiting for you to ask me this."
>Level-Headed sighs. "I know you have."
>Dale heads towards the front of the store; Superfluff tries to follow him
>"Stay back here, you little shit; I want you to see this. Maybe afterwards you'll finally leave me alone..."
 
>Dale snatches up the battle scarred fluffy pony; he realizes what's about to happen and doesn't struggle
>"Oh, come on, at least wiggle a little! I don't get to do this very often..."
>He takes the fluffy into a back room and sets him on the ground
>He just sort of lies there like he did in the buyer's pen
>Suddenly, Dale gets an idea
>"Hey fluffy, where's your Daddy?"
>The fluffy pony gasps; tears star forming in his eyes
>Dale smiles; that shouldn't work as well as it did
>You suddenly remember being a foal
>You remember the house you lived in
>You remember the food and the love
>Most importantly, you remember "Daddy"
>He would always give you hugs when you asked and he never seemed to have a problem making you spaghetti
>You remember how much fun you used to have watching TV together whenever he got home from work
>You were the happiest, most well-behaved fluffy pony a lot of people had ever seen; after a while, people nicknamed you "The Fluffy Converter", due to your ability to change people's minds about fluffy ponies
>"Are all of them this well behaved? Maybe they wouldn't be such bad pets after all..."
>Eventually everything came crashing down on itself; you let your curiosity get the best of you
>Somehow wiggle your way through a crack in the fence
>Decide to go exploring; figure Daddy wouldn't mind
>Scamper your way down the sidewalk, impressed by everything you see
>Eventually come across what you assume to be a nice looking group of teenagers
>Walk up to them with the kind of bravery that hasn't been seen since Tank Man
>"Hewwo! Nuu fwiends fow fwuffy?"
>They all look at each other, smirking
>"Sure little guy!"
>They pick you up and bring you to one of their houses
>They're nice to you initially, petting you and giving you a treat
>You're having the time of your life; why didn't you go and try to make friends earlier?
>Eventually, the other kids go home; the kid whose house it was wouldn't let you leave
>It doesn't matter, you're probably too dumb to find your way home anyways
>He just quietly straps you to a wall in his basement
>Initially, you're highly amused by this
>"Fwuffy hooman nao!"
>Things don't stay fun for very long
>Eventually, the hooman shows up with a wiffle ball bat
>You've never seen one before
>"Hewwo! Wut stick fow? We gon' pway game?"
>He doesn't answer you, he just hits you in the stomach
>It's the worst pain you've ever felt; it knocks the wind out of you
>Tears form in your eyes: "Wy huwt fwuffy? No wike game!"
>Finally he speaks up: "This isn't a game, you little shit; at least, not for you."
>Over the next 8 months or so, he kept you tied to the wall
>He'd hit you with the wiffle ball bat and put cigarettes out on your fluff
>Eventually he found fliers your owner had put up around the neighborhood, asking for your safe return
>He scanned one of them and photoshopped it to make it seem like your Daddy wanted you gone
>He'd tie electrical chords around your neck and pull up, stretching your neck and torso, laughing maniacally while your hooves trashed about and you screamed bloody blue murder
>He'd take push pins and stick them into your hooves, 20 to 30 at a time
>Once or twice he glued sandpaper to the end of the bat and raked it across your head
>He was generally a ginormous prick with ears
>He actually did give you food and water, if for no other reason than to keep you alive
>One day, I guess he completely forgot you were down there
>You were down there for a few weeks; you had almost starved to death by the time he had reappeared
eleven 07/03/12(Tue)11:13 No.2969688
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>Eventually, he unhooks you
>He tells you that you're going to go back to see Daddy
>You get excited; finally all of this can be over and you can go back to being happy again!
>He puts you in a carrier that's way too small and brings you back to your old house; you remember it almost instantly and begin to tear up
>He knocks on the door; a few moments later, you see Daddy again; you can't contain your excitement
>"Yes?"
>"Hello sir, I understand that you're looking for your lost fluffy pony?"
>He looks right at you; for whatever reason, he doesn't seem as excited to see you as you are to see him
>"I'm sorry; after a while, I just gave up and decided to get a new one; besides, that one looks like hell! Perhaps you should go put it out of its misery."
>Daddy didn't recognize you! He's walking away!
>You're absolutely heartbroken
>"What did I tell you? Your Daddy doesn't give a shit about you anymore! Here, you're going to a shelter."
>He drops you off
>Everyone comments about how "ugly" and "sad" you look
>It doesn't matter anymore; you no longer have a reason to live
>Dale smiles; you're crying your eyes out now
>All of that pent up emotion is finally getting released
>He grabs a sledgehammer that they keep in that particular room for reasons that nobody can really remember
>Whatever it was, it probably wasn't for this
>Dale watches you cry for a few more minutes
>"Sorry it had to end this way, little buddy; that's just the way life is sometimes."
>He's not sympathetic at all
>He raises the sledgehammer above his head
>In a quick swing, the fluffy pony is no more
>Dale throws the corpse in the trash and hoses the blood off the concrete
>He goes back to where Superfluff fell asleep again
>"I await the day I get to do that to you..."
>Dale puts his stuff back in his locker and goes back to work