There can be only one!

>one day you hear something in your backyard
>you notice a herd of fluffy ponies are in your garden destroying it
>theres about 12 of them, at least one full blown pregnant
>as they destroy your garden a green unicorn notices you and puufs his cheeks
>”go ‘way munsta! Dis ouw gwassies now!” his crowd cheers him on
“im no monster, I just want to be your friend”
>”no…munsta? Fwiend?” says what you believe to be the smarty friend
“yeah, come on in, I’ll make some spaghetti” you say opening your door
>the group goes into an uproar over the holy word of pasta and dashes into your house, abandoning the pregnant dam
>”nuuuuuuu! No weave momma!” she pleas as you walk over to bring her inside
>they babble and wander through your house as you prepare a large serving of spaghetti
>you serve the spaghetti on equal plates to get a good look
>theres the smarty friend, the dam, on mother with two foals, three stallions, mare but foal less, another mare with one foal, and a mare that looks older than the others
“so tell me about yourselves” you say as you watch the glutton fest
>the smarty friends pops his head up and points to the older mare “dats my momma” points to dam “das momma who having smawty fwiends babehs! Im smawty fwiend!” he goes back to eating
>the two foaled mare looks up next “dese my babehs! And dis my bwudder and sista! She points to a stallion and the one foaled mare
>the other stallion looks up and pipes “im de babehs daddy!” he proudly exclaims
>after they get done eating you make a bed for them out of old bed sheets and let them sleep their lunch off, besides you have work to do in the other room
>hours later you wake up the fluffies to another meal of spaghetti
>they are overjoyed and call you “daddy”
“oh im not your daddy, but I could be”
>they all look up in glee and excitement
>”new daddy?!” they babble
“yes I could be your daddy, but just one problem, I can only adopt one of you”
>they look around at each other in great disappointment
>”but….mo den one of us”
“well then that’s not my problem”
>”pwease! Fwuffies do anyting to wive hewe!”
“anything?”
>”yes!” they all say in unison
“then you’ll have to prove you love daddy”
>”we do wuv you daddy!”
“then follow me and prove it” you say as you walk into the garage where you spent the whole afternoon planning this
>the garage has been modified with contraptions you put together, things you and your demented mind came up with in a matter of minutes
>the fluffies look on not knowing what they are looking at as you shut the door behind them
>you set them all up on a table so they are at eye level with the contraptions
“first we test a mothers love” you say as you pick up the two foaled mare and place her in the first test
>is a plastic box with two buttons, in front of the box is two plastic cylinders, each with a 20 pound weight held at the top ready to fall at the push of a button
>you place the mother in the button box and pick out her brother and sister and place them in the weight cylinders
“now, you have to press a button. The button on you left is your brothers, the button on your right is your sister. You have to press a button that will cause the weight to fall down and crush one of them”
>a sudden sense of shock comes over the mare “b…but no wan to huwt bwudda or sista” she says
“if you don’t choose one of them, I’ll hurt your babies” you grab both foals with one hand and hold a hammer above you head with the other
>”NUUUUU!” she cries “don’t huwt babehs!” she pounds her feeble hooves o the plastic walls
“you want to survive the test, you have to choose, a sibling or you babies”
>the ponies on the table are in a clamour now, professing that you shouldn’t hurt the babies
>you point at the clock
“see the moving stick? If that makes a full circle, I’ll kill the babies”
>the mare having no sense of time watches in horror as the second hand slowly begins its circle run
>she looks at the buttons, switching between each one with a frantic gaze trying to decide between siblings or children
>the siblings babbling about why they shouldn’t die
>the foal crying for mommy while shitting and pissing
>the mare slumps, breaks down crying and voids her bowels at the stress of the situation
“times running out” you say raising the hammer some more
>”sista” the other mares voice is heard distinctly
>the mare looks up to see her sisters face against the plastic wall
>”I have babehs too! I need to hewp babehs!”
>the button box mare stares at her then at her brother
>she slowly rises and places a hoof on the left button “I’m…sowwy bwudda” she says as she presses the button
>”NUUUUU---“ is all that’s heard before he is cut off by a sickening crush
>the weight touched the bottom of the cylinder as a red puddle begins to seep up around the edges of the weight and fill the cylinder
>you lift the two mares from their prisons and reunite them with their foals
>”fwuffy no wike dis game! Fwuffy wanna quit!” one of the stallions pipes up
“Quit? Well why didn’t you say so? You can quit over there” you say pointing to the “quit option”
>the quit option is an upside down .22 revolver taped to the table facing barrel up at angle with a pedal on both sides of the trigger, and extensions to the pedal so its within fluffy legs reach
“If you want to quit, just go put the tube in your mouth and step on the pedal”
>the stallion quickly dashes over and does as he’s told
>as hes putting his mouth on the barrel the group gathers behind him so they can quit this awful game as well
>as soon as he presses the pedal the gin fires with a loud crack as the fluffys defecate from the noise
>the stallion, mouth still on barrel stands still for a moment then collapses to the side with a smoking hole in the back of his head
>the fluffies all gather around and poke the body asking if he’s ok
“oh yeah, I forgot. If you quit, you die.”
>this sends the fluffys into another panic as they scurry around the table
>the smarty friend is the first to come to his senses as he puffs his cheeks and stomps his hoofs
>”wet us go, or I give big owchies!”
“well look who volunteered” you say as you pick him up for the next trial
>you strap the smarty friend’s legs down so they lay flat on the table
>in front of him are two hamster balls which have spikes pointing in on all sides except one side so that the smarty friend has a view into the ball of death

>inside each you place his mother and his dam of a wife
>”no huwt mommas or I huwt you!” he says struggling
“all I have to do is turn this knob and the spikes stab in, killing one of them” you explain
“you have 5 minutes to decide, or 5 circles” you says pointing to the clock “for every circle that passes I break one of your leggies” you say picking up a hammer
>the fluffy then realizes the graveness of the situation
>”fwuufy chooses neither!”
“if you really choose that, I’ll kill you, but only after breaking every part of your body first”
>his eyes widen realizing that there is no easy way out of this
“if the clock runs out, you’ll have 4 broken legs and I’ll kill the both, ok? Lets begin”
>the clock starts its countdown as the two mares make their portests
>the smarty friend just struggles against his binds and tries to break free
>the first minute passes
>crack, down on his front left leg
>a blood curdling scream erupts from his mouth as the front leg is shattered
>he screams about owchies and wanting hugs, drowning out the mares pleas for another minute
>crack, another scream for another leg
>his mother is now beating on the glass trying to get him to listen while the pregnant dam just cries and slighty waddles from side to side flailing her useless legs
>his screaming continues costing him another minute and another leg
“just one leg and two minutes left before they both die” you remind him “whats it gonna be, your mother or you wife and future babies?”
>he sniffles as another minute is about to pass
>you raise the hammer for another blow
>”mommy, I choose mommy! Don’t huwt babehs!” He cries
>you lower the hammer
“very well” you say as you walk behind her ball
>you reach for the knob as a frantic pony beats on the plastic begging not to get hurt
>the knob turns and spikes dart out as blood splashes against the side of the ball and the cries from inside stop abruptly
>removing the dam and the smarty and returning them to the table, only 9 fluffies remain and only 1 will survive
>the sobbing mess of fluffies huddle together, leaving the smarty friend and his dam out of the group because now neither can barely move
>you see some ponies giving quick glances to the quit option, only to see the corpse laying there causing them to look away
>you single out the dad stallion with him kicking and screaming the whole time
>you put him in a simple box and grab two foals, one from each mare mother
>you tape their legs to their bellies so they cant scamper around looking for a way out like the dad is
>you place them in the box
“these are you babies right?”
>”y…yes”
“you will kill one if you want to live”
>”wha? Nuuu!”he exclaims cowering into a ball
“if you don’t, I’ll kill you”
>”nuu! No want to die!” he sobs
“you kill one of them, you and the other live. You don’t kill them, I kill you. Time runs out, and you all die, you have two minutes”
>you pick up the mothers and place them in observation boxes with windows so they can climb in but have a view of the spectacle
>they begin to cry for their babies safety and beat at the windows begging the stallion not to hurt them
>the foals lay crying on the ground, rocking side to side helplessly crying and begging for no owchies
>the purple foal belonging to the 2 foal mare, the yellow belonging to the 1 foal mare
>the stallion looks nervously between the two and then up at you to see you holding a bat and pointing at the clock
>he begins to shake and shits until finally he raises his hoof and brings it down on the yellow foals head
>this doesn’t kill it but makes a gash on its heads causing it to shriek
>this sends the stallion into a stomping frenzy with him crying the whole time saying “fwuffy sowwy! No wan to die! Fwuffy sowwy!”
>after a while he stops stomping and pants furiously, his coat covered in blood
>he looks down to see the collapsed skull of the motionless yellow ball of fluff
>the mare whose only child has been killed by its father in front of her bawls and slumps to the floor

>you return the remaining 4 to the table as they reunite with hugs
>the mare still sobbing goes un hugged as she lays in a ball crying
>you prepare for the next challenge as you see her dart towards the quit option
>she gets in position while other fluffies go to stop her but arrive too late
>now only 7
>you take the dam and the no foal mare out for their trial
>you place the dam so that even her stubby hooves can reach the buttons of the next trial
>You place a shock collar and an some m-80 firecrackers along the back of the mare
>you place the mare on a straightway hot wheels racetrack with walls so she cant escape, theres a small waterfall at the end pouring a gentle stream so the fluffy can run through
“she will explode if she doesn’t run through that waterfall” you say point to the racetrack mare
“if she reaches the end and runs through that waterfall, then she’ll extinguish the fuses and live, but if this happens you and your babies in your tummy will die”
>the dams eyes widen in shock “nuuuuuuu!” she begs
“the button next to you will slow her down” you explain pointing to the shock collar remote
“the fuses will last for half a minute, after that, boom” the mare defecates at this notion
>you light the fuses and tell her to run
>immediately the dam presses the shock colloar button, causing the mare to scream and topple over in pain
>”sowwy!” says the dam, only to realize the mare has gotten back up and began her waddle-dash anew
>the dam presses the button again to get the same results
>eventually the mare begins to fght through, but what she doesn’t know is that you altered the remote so that every type the button is pressed, the voltage increases
>soon the mare can run anymore and begins to crawl to the finish line
>she’s only inches away when she runs out of time
>the blood from the explosions splashes across the dams face causing her to scream in terror
>you return the sobbing dam to the table
>upon return you realize the smarty friend has bled out from injuries and that a foal was crushed in the panic the firecracker explosion caused
>you decide now its time for a final showdown
>you place the 4 in a makeshift coliseum
>the stallion and dam on one side
>the mare and foal on the other
“you are to protect your dam or foal at all costs, if one dies, so do you”
>they begin to babble at this in a clamor until you silence them
“the two remaining will get to live with me and receive love and sketties forever! Now fight!”
>the stallion charges forward with the mare screaming at him not to hurt the foal
>he head butts her out of the way and stomps on her
>he turns to finish the foal when the mare kicks his back legs out
>she picks up the foal with her mouth by the scruff of his neck and dashes towards the dam
>she sets the baby down and kicks the dam repeatedly in the face
>the dam screams in protest, new cracks being heard with each kick
>the stallions hoof meets the back of the mares head as she falls to the ground
>he continues to ground pound her until she gets a lucky kick at his knee
>he falls as she gets enough time for a finishing curbstomp
>the stallion lay dead
>the mare fell to her knees
>you look to the dam to see her bloody head limp, no longer moving or breathing
>the fluffy mare tries to crawl to her crying foal, a smear of blood following her dragging body
>she stops just short of it as she slumps
>you pick up the sobbing purple foal and pet him to calm him down
>eventually he does so and you give him a gentle kiss on the head
>”pwea….se…….don…….huwt……baby” says a weak voice from the floor
>you look to see the mare with what little life she had left, finally fade from her
“I won’t” you say
“after all, he’s the lucky winner”

>4 months afterwards the foal has grown up
>you named him lucky
>lucky loves you and his sketties
>he waits patiently for you to come home from work every day and plays with you
>he poops in the litter box like a good fluffy and loves his toys
>lucky never asks about where he came from or where his mother and sibling went
>but sometimes lucky stares at the garage door and starts crying, and he doesn’t know why