Dumple

>just get new fluffy pony from adoption center 2 days ago
>it's been okay
>you named him "Dumple"
>you were really hungry and kinda tired and also confused, you think you meant dumpling
>but it stuck and it works
>anyway, it's time to wake up. Right now, you've actually been thinking this. In your dreams. You were thinking this while dreaming. You were being chased by some kinda ghost-thing, and then you were all like "oh man time to review the fluffy pony situation."
>So yeah you wake up.
>You look at your clock.
>Holy shit it's only 4 am. Why the fuck did you wake up?
>Fucking internal clock.
>You see Dumple standing on your general bodily area.
>Oh, he must've woken you up.
>"Go back to bed, Dumple."
>Dumple does not respond.
>Instead, he starts shitting all over the bed.
>"Dumpwe make poopies!"
>What the fuck you fucking trained him to go in the litterbox. He's been going in the litterbox. What the fuck happened?
>"What the fuck Dumple? Why did you shit on my bed? What happened to your poopie place?"
>You kinda feel stupid saying "poopie place." You've been using a little bit of baby talk sometimes to help Dumple understand certain things, but you're pretty sure that doesn't help out and only serves to make you feel kinda dumb.
>"Dumpwe make poopies!"
>"Bad fluffies get punished."
>You have the perfect punishment.
>You get out of bed, and Dumple follows you, leaving a trail of shit wherever he goes.
>You stop in your garage.
>Soon, the shit trail stops as well.
>You get your newly crafted "Knife thing."
>You aren't very good with names.
>It's actually a thin drill with spikes on it. You don't know where the knife part comes in.
>"Dumple pway?"
>You pick dumple up and put him on your work bench.
>"Dis game no fun! Dumpwe wan new game! Dumpwe wan sketti nummies!"
>The Knife Thing runs of batteries, so no wires are needed. You're pretty handy.
>You press the Knife Thing's red button, and the Knife Thing starts spinning.
>"No wike nowise! Put Dumpwe down! Wan nummies! Or I make poopies!"
>You hold Dumpwe down, and slowly insert the Knife Thing into his anus.
>"OWWWW! POOPIE PWACE HUWT! WHY POOPIE PWACE HUWT! WHY HUWT DUMPWE? SOWWY POOPIE PWACE! POOPIE PWACE HUWT HEWP DUMPWE!"
>Shit and blood start spurting out of him. You should've emptied him first.
>"NUUU POOPIE PWACE! WHY HUWT? POOPIE PWACE BAD OUCHIES!"
>Eventually Dumpwe starts convulsing and losing control of himself.
"POOPIE PWACE OWWIES! HEWP! SOWWY!"
>You slowly take the Knife Thing out of his anus.
"OW! PWEASE HEWP! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
>You're not done yet.
>You take out an actual knife, and lay him on his back.
>You search for his penis. Goddamn, all of his fluff is in the way.
>"NUUU! DON'T HUWT PWIVATE PWACE!"
>You start jerking him off to ensure maximum bloodflow.
>It'll be worth it.
>"p...pwivate pwace feew good...poopie pwace still huwt..."
>With a swift slice, you cut his penis in half.
>A geyser of blood starts spurting out.
>"OWWW!! WHY HUWT DUMPWE? PWIVATE PWACE HUWT DUMPLE SOWWY! NO DO AGAIN! DUMPWE SOWWY!"
>You go back into the catch and grab some salt and lemon juice.
>You pour the juice and the sprinkle the salt onto into his mutilated penis.
>It's too much for him to handle.
>Eventually Dumple starts talking gibberish and convulsing again.
>"WHY POOPIE WHY HUWT DUMPWE? DUMPWE POOPIE WHY? POOPIE DUMPWE PWACE...POOPIE PWACE...POOPIE PWACE HUWT..."
>You exit the garage, and leave him to his fate.