Burglar 3: Double-Heist

>Used to be a great burglar.
>Now a decent burglar and fantastic fluffy abuser.
>Sat in car outside previous heist's house.
>Saw him return from vet with newly-amputated fluffy.
>Saw fluffy sobbing, begging for "weggies" to come back.
>Delicious delicious tears.
>One week later, plan a double-heist.
>Neighbors of previous house have fluffies too.
>Wait for both families to leave for work.
>Break into house, easy as before.
>Legless fluffy recognizes you.
>"Fwend?" he coos from the litter box. He wriggles helplessly.
>"No! Fwend, pwese go! You make fwuffy make bad-poopies! Pwese weve fwuffy awone!"
>You reveal a plate of hot spaghetti with marinera.
>Fluffy pony's eyes go wide with hunger.
>"Sketties??"
>"Yep!" You place the plate on the far side of the room.
>Pick fluffy out of litterbox and place him halfway to the plate.
>He immediately tries crawling, but can barely move with no legs.
>"Wan'... sketties!" He's wiggling and shaking his way to the plate.
>Barely a centimeter moved with each struggle.
>You've got plenty of time.
>Leave and hop into the backyard next door.
>Those fools let their fluffies play in the backyard while they're out.
>Two fluffy ponies, a colt and a very pregnant mare.
>You weren't expecting two fluffy ponies, much less a pregnant one!
>You get to improvise!
>"New fwend?" the mare coos at the sight of you.
>The colt runs up to you excitedly, the mare wiggles her legs that don't reach the ground.
>"New fwend! Pway? Fwuffy wanna pway tag!"
>You kneel down next to the colt and whisper into his ear.
>"Are you the father?" you gesture to the pregnant mare.
>He blinks in confusion. "Whu?"
>"Did you give her special hugs?"
>"Oh!" he smiles. "Yeah! Fwuffy give good speciaw hugs! Fwuffy gonna be mummah now!"
>"You know, when she has the babies, your daddy won't love you anymore."
>He frowns. "Whu? Daddy wuv fwuffy!"
>"Now he does, but he won't once the babies are born. They and the mommy will get all the attention."
>You tustle his hair as he looks at the mare in confusion.
>"They'll probably throw you back in the street.  Those babies will get all the love.  You'll get nothing."
>"No.." the colt snifs. "Fwuffy... babehs make daddy no wuv fwuffy?"
>"Yep. Your comfy life is about to end."
>"No!!" he cries.  The colt charges back to the mare.
>"No haf' babehs!" he insists. "No wan' babehs no more! No haf' babehs!"
>The mare stares in confusion. "Huh? Mummah wuv babehs! Fwuffy no wuv babehs?"
>"No! No wuv babehs!"
>He headbutts the mare in her swollen side.
>"Owie!" she cries. "No! Yuu huwt babehs! No huwt!"
>"No babehs!" the colt shrieks. "Fwuffy hate babehs! Fwuffy hate yuu!"
>He keeps headbutting her as she cries helplessly.
>He tears off some of her fluff.
>"No!" the mare sobs. "Hewp! Mummah need hewp! Pwese, no huwt babehs!"
>"NO BABEHS!" the colt screams bloody murder.
>You can't help but cackle as you hop back over the fence.
>Return to your favorite legless fluffy.
>Amazing! He got to the plate and ate all the spaghetti.
>But now he's full, and struggling to return to his litter box.
>"Need... poopies. Need ... wittabox! No... no poopies on fwoor!"
>He spots you and begs for help.
>"Fwend! Hewp! Need poopies in witterbox! Fwuffy get in twouble if poopies on fwoor!"
>You stand and watch him silently.
>"Fwend?"
>You don't even blink.
>He sniffles and cries as he struggles across the floor.
>Before he's even halfway there, he squints and cries. "Noo!"
>Yep.. he just pooped.  He can't even turn around to see the mess he made.
>He gives up his struggle, and just sobs on the floor.
>"Acciden'... poopies acciden'... no huwt fwuffy..."
>Pick up the plate; hide all evidence.
>Fluffy cries hysterically as you exit through the window.
>Sit in your car in front of both houses. Wait for families to return.
>Hear owner scream at legless fluffy from outside.
>"AGAIN?! STAY IN THE FUCKING LITTERBOX!! I ALREADY REMOVED YOUR LEGS, MAYBE I SHOULD DUCT-TAPE YOU TO THE FUCKING BOX!"
>A pause.
>"STOP LYING TO ME, YOU FUCKER!! NOBODY WAS HERE! YOU'RE A LYING STUPID FUCKING RODENT!"
>Second owner comes home.
>Silence at first.  After half an hour, the owner comes out with the colt in hand.
>Throws the fluffy into the garbage without a word.
>"No!!" the colt cries. "Babehs take fwuffy's wuv! Pwese, daddy! No more babehs! Daddy s'ill wuv fwuffy!"
>Owner is crying as he goes back inside.
>Sneak up to house, peer into backyard.
>The owner is digging a hole. The mother is whimpering as she tries to feed her mutilated foals.
>"Babehs pwese! Need miwkies! Pwese eat, babehs!"
>The foals are barely recognizable.  You realize the colt must've headbutted the mare into labor.
>As soon as those foals came out, he probably stomped on them.  One's missing a head.  One's gashed open all over.
>Just little blobs of flesh and guts. And the mare's still desperately trying to feed them.
>The owner scoops the foal remains into the hole, and starts burying them as the mare sobs.
>"NO! Daddy no take babehs! Babehs need mummah! Pwese daddy! Babehs!  Pwese!"
>Both the owner and mother cry as he pats the last bit of soil over the dead babies.
>Have to run back to front of house before you cackle too loudly.
>Colt's still crying in garbage can.
>"No wuv babehs! Daddy! Fwuffy be good! Pwese! Wuv fwuffy, no wuv babehs!"
>You pick the colt out of the garbage can. He's crying to hard to really notice.
>Throw him into your trunk.
>"We're going to have sooo much funnnn!"