Death is a bitch

This is an alt. ending to a story Deathproofpony made, and you almost have to read it first to understand this, and yes, you might lose apart of yourself if you read it.
>You are a Veterianarian(sic) who deals with mainly fluffy ponies
>And now you are working with the bitch that killed an infant human
>Natasha, emerald green with a white and green mane and tail
>Smothered the child to death with its fluff, sick fuck
>The owner wants it dead, it was his kid and the damn thing killed it
>But you want worse
>If regular fluffies get their legs ripped off for no reason, this one desveres way worse than death
>You are about to injest it with a cocktail of chemicals to kill it, you were requested to “forget” the knock-out mixture
>But this is not how it ends, no, really it is  a mixture to make it look and feel dead
>You saw something like this on The Simpsons
>And so far, it is going according to plan
>When you inject the beast, it thrashes around until the cocktail reaches its brain, knocking it out
>You record “Time Of Death” and go to bury the thing but instead throw it in the passanger seat of your car
>Your buddy James will have a ball
>Be James, a sick abusefag who likes to toture smarty friends and fluffies that either kill other fluffies or foals
>Your friend, Tyler, got ahold of a fluffy that killed a human infant!
>He pulls up and throws a box at you and drives off
>Car wash, you just know it
>You pick up the box and run down to the basement to unpack it
>When you do, the fluffy looks at you and says “New daddeh?”
>You pick it up by the scruff and throw it in a wire cage
>Super small even for fluffies, but its not small enough for a mother to accedntly kill any foals
>You hold it down by the neck and grab a sirnge full of fluffy semen
>You stick it in and squirt it while its screaming “BAD TOUCH! NUUUUUUUUUUU!”
>You let go of it and grab a bowl of food and a bowl of water
>You look at it and say “Food. Water. Litter box. Babies on the way.”
>You manage to get out of there before it can start bableing about babies
>There should be enough food for it to live til the babies come, until then you are just gonna ingore it
>Its been two weeks, you walk down there and see an empty food dish, which is about five times the size of the fluffy, and an empty water dish
>You see she is about to pop and its not talking to you, even though its staring at you
>”Ut oh. Bad poopsies!” Right on time
>You open up the door and you help deviler the foals
you dont care what they look like, and its 4 of them, one more litter and your plan will be ready
>You inject the thing with semen again, you hope for four more foals
>You refill the food and water and walk back upstairs
>Two more weeks and Deja Vu, but there are four two week old foals there
>Four more out and clean
>You run upstairs to grab a blender for this
>You walk down with it in hand and plug it in
>You turn around and look at Natsha
>”So, you like killing babies? Well what if I kill your babies!”
>You open up the door and grab the older foals and shove them in the blender while their mother looks on in shock
>You then grab the newborns and shove them in there
>By now they are all calling for their mother, when death is at the other end of the line
>You put the lid on the blender and force Natasha too look at you killing her babies
>”You see that? Thats what happens too evil fluffies! And you are an evil FLUFFY!”
>You jump to the blender and turn it on to “Puree” And see imeditly a mixture of blood, gore, and bones
>”B-babbehies?” The beast says.
>”Yes. Babbies.” You say back to the now in horror fluffy
>You tuurn the machine off when you can tell the mixure can be swallowed by a fluffy
>You take the lid off and unplug it, to take it over to the dam
>You reach in the cage and force her mouth open and pour the Foal-Maister down the hatch
>Once she is done, you grab a pair of shears and clip the white part of her mane and tail off
>No breeder would but her if they knew the horrors
>You sell her to some broad. said she needed a peagsus
>The fluffy’s fluffy was so long you never noticed the wings
>Ohwell.png