Fluffy Day

>You are a librarian and you have taken notice of the local fluffy ponies.
>You think that they are mistreated for no reason and you plan to change that.
>You have slowly integrated them into your local village.
>You have beat racism in your community.
>You know you can chance how fluffy ponies are perceived.
>You have taught what good fertilizer their poop is.
>You have shown how fun it is to play with the little balls of fluff.
>The local populace has warmed up to the fluffy ponies really well.
>They waddle through the streets with no harassment.
>You have invited your mentor and personal tutor to come look at your work.
>She means everything to you and you want to impress her.
>You have set up a special Fluffy Day to celebrate these loving creatures.
>You eagerly wait for her arrival.
>One of the fluffy ponies walk up to you, “Wan pway?”
>”No, not right now little one. I am busy at the moment.”
>You walk past the little ball of love.
>Another walks up to you, “Fwuffy wan sketties pwease!”
>These beautiful things have been trying to get your attention all day.
>”Sorry, I’ll have to get that for you later. Waiting on someone important.”
>Everything is perfect.
>You know your mentor will be proud of what you’ve done.
>Your eyes light up, she has finally arrived.
>She is walking down the street looking at the fluffy ponies milling about.
>She is beautiful, her hair flowing in the breeze.
>Her smile warms the hearts of everyone who sees her.
>She has practically raised you and you feel so lucky.
>Your chest is puffed out seeing how your mentor.
>She seems pleased at how you have integrated these fragile life forms into your society.
>The others on the street cheer as they see her hoping to get a glance from her.
>You smile, everything is perfect.
>You start to run up to your teacher to greet her.
>”Yoo keep fwen fwom pwaying wif fwuffy!”
>You look up and see several fluffy ponies have got up to a second story balcony.
>They have their back ends pointed out.
>As if on cue they all start shitting in unison.
>Almost every drop lands on top of your mentor.
>She is standing there in shock, shit slowly rolling down through her hair dripping on the ground.
>All the towns folk stand in silence.
>”Yoo go way!” other fluffies run up to her and start ramming and bucking her legs.
>”We no wan yoo hewe. Yoo no smeww pwetty! Yoo dum!”
>Your teacher is the most respected mentor around and this is what the fluffies have done to her.
>She tries to maintain her dignity as the little balls of fluff continue their assault.
>The town’s people look at you.
>You engineered this, you caused your mentor to be humiliated.
>That makes your rage even more intense.
>You run up to one of the fluffies butting your teacher and stomp its head.
>You hear a satisfying crunch as it starts going into convulsions.
>You grab another on and rip its chest open watching its heart beat for the last time.
>”Can we stop acting like we like these things now?” asks one of the villagers.
>”Yes, let’s rid ourselves of these pests!”
>You are surprised at the sternness of your voice.
>The villagers go into a blood frenzy on the begging balls of grievance.
>You see two trying to hide in the grass by covering their faces with their hooves.
>You whisper in one of their ears, “I see you!”
>It looks up in terror, “Nuuu! Dun hewt fwuffy!”
>You grab it by one of its legs and bash it on the ground over and over.
>Its leg finally rips off letting its lifeless body fly away.
>You realize you have a nice pointy object handy and you slow skewer the other.
>”Ahhhhh! Hewt! Fwuffy haf owie! AHHHHGgghhh”
>Its voice falls off into a gurgle as blood pours from its mouth.
>You notice it got stuck after you skewered it so you have to shake a few times to get the fluff ball to fall off.
>”Finally the bleeding heart has shut the fuck up about you guys!”
>You turn to see dismember bodies of fluffies laying around.
>The town folk are running about killing the screaming fluffy rodents.
>One of the villagers has taken a torch and is setting them on fire alive.
>You see a mare trying to flee with her two foals.
>You chase them down and stomp on the head of the mare.
>”Nuuu! Wet fwuffy go! Nu hewt fwuffy! Nu hewt fwuffy babeh!”
>Her pleading just angers you more.
>After what they did to your mentor they have the gall to beg from you!
>You grab up the mother and start to beat her children.
>The ferocity you slam her down kills both her foal instantly.
>You keep bang her body on the ground hear the soft snaps of her bones.
>You throw her to the side, small moans coming from her.
>She will die soon.
>The streets and houses are splattered with fluffy blood.
>Maybe that will wash away the shame you feel.
>You have humiliated you mentor and it is the bags of filth’s fault.
>You start looking for more to kill.
>”Twilight Sparkle!”
>You snap back to reality, blood dripping from your horn.
>You turn to look at your princess, her beautiful mane dirties by these creatures.
>”I’m sorry Princess Celestia…. I will take any punishment you think I deserve…” You hang your head down.
>”I think you have learned a valuable lesson. I am ready for your oral letter.” She stands regally.
>”Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned there are some things that are better off dead.”
>”You can try to be nice but in the end its better if you kill them outright.”
>The princess smiles at you, “Also unused power is useless power.”
>A beam leaves her horn hitting a running fluffy pony.
>Its body starts to contort, crunching as its body changes shape.
>Its head spins around snapping its neck a second before it explodes.
>”You should have used your magic to kill these pests.” Her loving smile lifting your spirits.
>”Now grab some of the local peasants and have them clean me off.”
>Everyone gathers and starts laughing.
>Pinkie throws a party and everyone plays hit the fluffy with a stick.
>A good time is had by all.