PONY 2012

>Own a fluffy pony family
>One colt and one mare that you bought, and their three foals
>All earth ponies
>You love them very much
>Feed them spaghetti every once in a while when they've been good or you feel like giving them a treat
>Play with them every day, let them go out in the fenced backyard every day for grassies
>They get and give huggies all the time
>Your fluffy family is happy and healthy
>One day, you've taken the family out for grassies
>Mommy fluffy is grazing hapilly while the colt plays with the babies
>The colt is best friends with the babies, but doesn't appear to take a "fatherly role"
>You suspect that fluffy ponies don't have paternal relationships - only mommas and babies
>But today the colt appears to be talking to the babies, even though they don't quite speak beyond simple 1-2 word sentences yet
>And now just about how much he loves them either, or about huggies; you can't quite hear what he's saying
>Suddenly he gets all the babies to stand at attention, somehow
>"Babehs wedy?"
>The babies all show they are ready by yelling out one random word of their choice, from "sketties!" to "No!"
>"Babehs GO!"
>The three foals spring into action, swarming the grazing momma fluffy and dashing into her as fast as they can from all angles
>Not giving huggies - giving owies
>One lands the mother square in the jaw, possibly breaking her nose bone
>"Owwie! Sto' babehs!! Why gif' mumma owies?!"
>Momma fluffy is unable to be disciplinary
>The babies continue to pound into her headfirst, giving her booboos all over her body
>Eventually, the mother fluffy gets knocked out, or possibly even killed

>The colt yells, "'Nuff! Babehs done!"
>The babies all run away from the mother and back to attention
>One baby is noticeably upset, whimpering about, "why mumma owie?"
>You've seen enough, you're walking to them to see what the deal is
>Colt sees you coming and takes preemptive action
>"Babehs, time fo' daddy now! GO!"
>The babies break formation immediately and go for you
>One goes around you and tricks you into turning around
>The other two come up and one leapfrogs over the other to jump extra high to the back of your knee
>Somehow he hits the perfect point where his tiny impact pressure knocks your leg out from under you
>You fall, just missing the leapfrog'd foal
>All the foals quickly and orderly climb up on top of you, onto your chest, turn around, and start to piss into your face and mouth
>The smell and taste are so terrible
>One half-second into the triple spray and you go a bit light-headed
>One makes poopies on your chin
>That's it
>You're gone
>The euphoria starts and you can barely move, getting distracted by every single sight
>The last you see of your colt or the foals are them talking a little and the colt making the babies dig a hole under the fence to escape through
>Your colt grabs the one foal that was crying earlier before they leave
>And stomps its head into the ground
>He leaves, you think he says something about "mo' babehs"
>Three hours later, you come to
>You make an internet video about your fluffy which goes viral
>STOP PONY 2012