Fluffy Garden Party; Part 1

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>Early summer.
>Working in your prize winning backyard garden.
>Mowing the grass.
>Trimming the hedges.
>Hear something rustle the bushes.
>Bird? Hobo? Squirrel?
>No.  Goddamn fluffy ponies again.
>You had a problem with these little shits last autumn.
>Got into your yard, shit all over the place, dug up tulip bulbs.
>Cost you $200 to have fluffy pony removal service get rid of them.
>notthistime.jpg
>Herd of 16 adult fluffies, 5 foals, enters your yard.
>They don't even acknowledge you.
>Fluffies go straight for your flowers.
>"Yay!" "Good nummies!" "Smawty-fwiend find foodies!"
"HEY! You little shit-rats stay away from those!"
>Biggest of the group turns and snorts.
>"Deeze fwuffy fwowers! Fwuffies find fiwst! Hooman find own nummies!"
"I grew them, idiot...this is my yard."
>Smarty friend will not budge. Puffs up cheeks, stomps ground with hooves.
>"Hooman go 'way! Deeze fwuffy nummies!"
>Definantly eats one of your poppies.
"Big mistake, fluff-ball."

2/4
>Snatch up Smarty Freind.
>"Whhhaaaahhh! Hewp fwuffy...hooman meanie!"
>Toss smarty friend in empty fertilizer bin.
>Dash around herd, snatch up every foal.
>Even yank the babies off their shrieking mothers' teats.
"Time for a demonstration, fluff balls."
>Set captured foals down in a bucket.
>They're crying and defecating all over themselves.
>Ugh...gonna have to scrub that bucket out with bleach.
>Adult fluffies are crying and protesting.
>"Gif back babees!" "Gif Smawty-Fwiend back!" "Dun huwt babees!"
>Open up grill propane valve.
>Dial gas jets to 11.
"This is the FIRE PLACE!"
>Ignite grill.  Huge fireball as soon as you open lid.
>Fluffy ponies scream & cower before you.
>Like you were Oz the Great & Fucking Powerful.
>Bawling fluffies peeing and pooping in fear.
>Shut off gas.
>Put foals on the grill.
>Ugh...gonna have to clean the grill with bleach.
"If any fluffy disobeys me, the babies will burn!"
>"Nuuu!" "Pwease don' buwn babees!" "Gif babees back to mummies!"
"I WILL burn the babies if you disobey me!"
>All fluffies, adults and babies cry in terror.
>First, get a hammer and long framing nail.
>Grab mane; yank Smarty-Friend out of the bin.
"This fluffy disobeyed me and ate my flower. He will be punished!"
>Smarty friend is wailing and kicking his legs.
>Herd tries to save him.  "Pwease...no huwt smawty fwiend!"
>Walk to a tree.
"Every fluffy must watch.  If any fluffy looks away during punishment, the babies will burn."
>Terrified fluffy ponies huddle around.
>Pin whimpering Smarty Friend against the tree.
>Herd watching in terror.

3/4
>Whimpering Smarty Friend pinned to tree.
>Standing upright, hooves just one centimeter from touching the ground.
>Line up nail.
>Hammer straight thru Smarty Friend's horn.
>Bloodcurdling scream from fluffy.
>Thrashing every muscle in his tiny body to escape.
>Herd goes into full panic.
"WATCH! If any fluffy runs away or doesn't look, the babies burn."
>Continue hammering.
>Smarty Friend is now nailed to the tree by his horn.
>Horrendously painful for fluffy.
>Twists and writhes in agony, making it worse.
>Leave him...turn to the herd.
"Now you fluffies have to clean up your mess!"
>Fluffy herd is confused.
>Point out all their droppings.
"I want all this crap cleaned up, NOW!"
>Terrified fluffy ponies scramble to do your bidding.
>Of course, they're awful at any work.
>Can't figure out how to clean up their own waste.
"Want me to burn your babies?"
>"Pwease nu!" "Don' huwt babees!" "How cwean poopies?" "Dun know! Whhaaahh!"
>Fluffy ponies eventually pick up turds in their mouths and carry them to bushes.
>Good fertilizer for bushes.
"Don't forget your flithy hoof-prints on my grass."
>That's too much for fluffies to figure out.
>Show them how to do it.
>Bigger fluffies roll smaller fluffies across lawn.
>Wipe up shit smears with fluff.
>Much whimpering and crying is heard.

4/4
1 week later.
>Garden looks better than ever.
>Fluffy slaves work 18 hours a day.
>It doesn't matter that they suck at work.
>Fluffies just have to work non-stop until the job is done.
>Done to your satisfaction.
>Playing is forbidden.
>Huggies severely limited.
>Fluffy ponies sleep in a pen...allowed to have their babies at night.
>During the day, babies stay in the FIRE PLACE.
>Mommas allowed 15 minutes of nursing once every two hours.
>Then back to work.
>Smarty Friend lasted 2 days nailed to tree.
>Moaning and crying until he died.
>Leave his drying corpse up there as a reminder.
>Fluffies must work all day.
>Eating weeds.
>Trimming grass.
>Digging in flower bed.
>No fluffy may eat flowers or they join their leader, nailed to the tree.
>Pooping is only allowed in approved areas.
>Sorry stick is used when work is unsatisfactory.
Hold Garden Party.
>Fluffy slaves carry drink trays & hors d'oeuvres on their backs.
>City Garden Club loves your work.
>Garden wins Blue Ribbon.
>Everyone in town begins capturing fluffy ponies as garden slaves.
>City fluffy pony problem is solved.

Continued in Part 2: http://pastebin.com/HrVfawuE