>You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed
>As you prepare your breakfast you remember that ponyville still hasn't been fed yet
>You grab your giant bag of fluffychow and carry it out to the garage
>Surprisingly none of the fluffies have died in your absence
>Many of the fluffies have ignored your orders and have shit and pissed on the floor
>Everyfluffy swarms you as you enter and begins to whine about "tummy huwts" and "Hungwy"
>You set down the bag and begin to hunt for Pinkie to see the results of your experiment
>She is inside sugarcube corner, her home she shares with Mr and Mrs cake
>She seems to have jammed herself into a corner full of her own feces
>She is mumbling about "stwupid eyes" and "owwie cowwar"
>You grab her by the tail and pull her up onto your nearby workbench
>She begins to scream again so you grab her muzzle closed and grab a nearby water bottle
>Carefully you pour the water into her now dry and pus encrusted eyes
>You put her down with the others who have been following you incessantly
>As you turn your attention to the bag of fluffychow you left on the floor you notice that is being assaulted
>Twilight and Applejack seem to be the culprits as Applejack is bucking it over so Twilight can open it with her horn
>Their efforts yield results as the bag topples and Twilights horn creates a long tear that lets a steady stream of pellets out onto the floor
>Twilight immediately takes on the role of distributor as she puffs up her cheeks and puts herself between the crowd and the food
>You recognize the dangerous signs of an emerging smarty friend as she declares "Twiwite gets fwiwst fwood then appwjwack"
>She punctuates her display of dominance by spraying a stream of sparks out of her horn to keep the crowd at a distance  
>You casually stride over and grab twilight by the scruff of her neck
>"Pwut me dwown, me smawty fwend nut yu" she indignantly announces
>You split the bag of chow it half with your foot and a mass of fluff swarms over the resulting mess
>The chaos serves as a distraction as you carry twilight inside to the kitchen counter
>You begin by rubber banding her mouth closed since you know smarty friends tend to be loudmouth cunts
>Then you take another two rubberbands and attach her to your trusty chopping block
>You take out a nail file from the drawer as Twilights eyes begin to widen, her courage finally failing her
>Fluffy unicorn horns are said to be a potent aphrodisiac but in your experience removing them usually puts the fluffy into a permanant state of shock
>You have long since found that the horn is full of nerve endings and is only protected by a thin layer of keratin
>Using your nail file, you begin to slowly file the tip of the fluffies horn down, through the outer layer
>The pain this process is causing is evident as Twilight lets out a very muffled howl of agony and lets out a spray of shit all over the counter
>After filing off a couple of millimeters of horn you scrape the horn filings off of the chopping board and put them in a jar for safe keeping
>Now you lean in close to the tear stained Twilight and whisper into her ear
>"You want to be responsible for the herd you little shit, so be it. It will be your job to keep all the fluffies in line"
>"You will eat every pile of waste that you find before the end of the day or you will lose another millimeter of your horn"  
>"You will make sure everyfluffy gets to eat before you do and you will make sure everyfluffy knows that I am in charge, Do you understand?"
>Twilight slowly nods her head and you remove her rubberbands
>You point to the shit covered portion of the counter, "Start by cleaning this counter you worthless cunt"
>Twilight slowly and silently waddles across the counter licking up the shit, all the while complaining >"Nu smeww pwetty, tastwe yuckwy"
>You casually begin to file your nails
>Just the sound of the filing shuts her up
>Once the counter is clean you carry her back to the garage
>The food has all been eaten and it seems that most of the fluffies have forgotten about the litterbox
>Twilight gets one look at the smeared floor and begins to weep
>"You better get started, looks like you have your work cut out for you" you quip before dumping her into the crowd
>You go back inside and finish your own breakfast
>When you return to ponyville an hour or so later you hear a cacophony
>Twilight is screaming "Swupid Dewpy, nu poopies on fwoor" and ramming the fluufy derpy with her horn
>Derpy is squeeling incoherently and spraying shit everywhere as she is pushed into the the litterbox
>Derpy rolls through the box and becomes covered in waste before running away crying
>Twilight chases the filthy pegasus, trying to clean up the pieces of litter that are leaving a disgusting trail in her wake
>Such is the burden of leadership, you think to yourself before leaving for work