Smidget & Bit II

>Smidget is surviving pretty well for a fluffy pony
>you also aren't feeling the urge to rip her to shreds for the occasional 'accident' on the floor
>your friends adopt new ponies shortly after
>they all, through another gay-ass coincidence like the mariachi thing, have to be out of town for a few days
>since you're the only one that doesn't have a dead fluffy pony to his name, you are picked as the sitter
>here you are with three gibbering fluffy ponies tottering around your house and whining "Whew mama" "whew fwuffy's ball?" "squishy fun time!"
>this last one worries you and you find an orange pegasus smearing Smidget's shit all over the floor of the her safety room while giggling maniacally
>the other two join in, clearly pleased by playing around with feces
>you extract the squirming filthy creatures from the safety room, dropping them outside while Smidget actually looks... angry at them?
>as you scrub the padded floor with bleach, you hear a horrid shlorping noise, a choked scream and giggling
>the vacuum clean is also wailing away when you find the rear half the orange pegasus flailing in the maw of the cleaner
>the other two are just giggling at the silly display before wandering off, while you try to extract him from the cleaner
>what you pull out is just a fluffy sack of bone meal and paté
>before you can react there is another squeal of pain and giggling
>the retarded shits were playing with your fire extinguisher
>a blast of super-cold fluid hit the lavender unicorn dead in the face, freezing it's head
>the extinguisher topples over, shattering the frozen head and crushing the unfrozen lower half
>the white regular doesn't understand that they died and is laughing it's little ass of how "udda fwuffies siwwy!"
>you snap, stomping the thing like a cockroach
>it doesn't die after the first impact mewling in pain before you crush its skull like an apple
>Smidget just walk past to her food bowl
>"No wike udda fwuffies?"
No.
>"Dey stupid... kiww mowe."
>you stare at Smidget, who eats from her bowl of oats just inches from the smashed corpse of the white fluffy pony
>sitting down, you try to think of what to tell your friends, who probably won't be your friends for very long
>"Bwender and pouw into sink! Teww dem fwuffies got out da dowah."
>that's actually a pretty good idea but...
>this is a fluffy pony that is teaching you how to dispose of a corpse
>"No teww... if Smidget get's WOTS of sketties!"
>...and blackmail, apparently
>grab Smidget by scruff of neck, slam head into refrigerator door
>like hell you're going to be blackmailed by your own fucking pet