Time Again

>time again
>go buy a bunch of fluffy ponies from a good friend
>the fifty or so fluffy ponies are all packed densely in one crate barely big enough for twenty of them
>open crate, horrid stench immediately comes out from their shit, piss and vomit when they were stacked inside
>the fluffy pony all mewl and squeal over the sudden bright light and about the horrid stench, complaining „why no smeww pwetty?“ „ouchies!“ „dad no gud pwace fo babehs!“ „am hungwy!“ „no can bweath no can bweath“
>dump them all inside the fenced area
>there are no holes anywhere in the fences, that you made sure before you brought them here
>they all immediately holler and bawl about ouchies and other inane stuff that fluffy pony incoherently babble when they get a little bit roughed up
>a few of them look bloated and pregnant, unable to reach the ground with their stumpy little legs
>well, doesn't matter
>after composing themselves, some of the fluffy unicorns start looking around, then waddle to you and start puffing up their cheeks, threatening you with „dad pwace now fwuffy pwace! go 'way ow get ouchies!“
>ignore them and come back to dump the big plate of spaghetti you prepared before in the middle of the enclosed area
>all fluffy ponies all immediately charge towards it and start gobbling it down, some of them talking while munching, saying „yay s'ketties! dank you, fwend“
>the four dams all cry that they also want the spaghetti
>a bunch of the fluffy ponies, mostly fluffy pegasi, all waddle back to the pregnant mares, pushing them to the big pile of spaghetti
>you made enough of it so that the attendants and the pregnant mares still have some of it
>they all munch down on it
>the fluffy ponies that are full all look happy, some of them trying to nuzzle their heads against your legs and asking you for some belly rubs, cooing happily at each another or blowing raspberries
>amongst them are the fluffy unicorns that tried to threaten you
>shake them off and go away to attent your other business, closing the fence and leaving the fluffy ponies to themselves
>then, one of the pregnant mares still eating at the pile of spaghetti suddenly cries out „nuuu! big poopies coming out!“ and starts breaking her waters
>immediately, the fluffy ponies all gather around her and start giving her hugs and coo softly in her ears to calm the panicked mare
>the attending mares all the foals coming out safely, making sure that they don't get stuck in the fluff
>the foals are then brought before the mare, who sniffs at them and starts licking them clean after not rejecting any of them
>after they've been cleaned, the weak and almost hairless foals slowly crawl towards the teats of their mother, suckling at them
>the fluffy ponies all chirp happily at the foals and are all happy at seeing that their life just got better
>most of the fluffy ponies now take a nap after eating to digest peacefully, while the rest is wandering around in the enclosed area, curious to see where they actually are
>they soon reach the barbed wire fences
and a few of the retarded genetic rejects try to squeeze through them, only to get stuck and hurting themselves, crying „nuuu! meanie munsta eat fwuffy! hewp hewp hewp!“
>the others immediately try to help them by pulling at their legs and their tails, only succeeding at rescuing few of the ones stuck, while pulling away tuffts of fluff from others
>the ones still suck start emptying their bowel contents, causing the other fluffy ponies that tried to help them to be smeared with their liquid diarrhea, enticiting them to wail „nuuu! Why meanie fwuffy make poopies on fwend?“ „meanie pone! fwuffy hewp fwend no make poopies!“ and „eeewww, no smeww pwetty!“
>the fluffy ponies all run around, spraying their liquid waste around in the panic
>they get to the other fluffy ponies sleeping together in a bundle of fluff, trying to get their help in freeing those still stuck, while the others missing part of their fluff are begging whimsically for hugs
>the sleeping fluffy ponies are somewhat shivering and quaking in their sleep, causing them to soil themselves while laying on the ground
>when they get woken up, they first complain about „why meanie fwuffies wake up fwends?“, then start shrieking and hollering when they get news about the „meanie pointy munsta eat fwuffies“
>meanwhile, you come back, with your heavy working clothes and heavy boots
>see that the pile of spaghetti has been emptied, and that the fluffy ponies are all in panic, trying to help some of their stupid friend that like always got stuck in the wire fences
>just as expected
>pull them roughly out from the wire, causing the fluffy ponies to squeal in pain
>the fluffy ponies all hug each another, and they start thanking you again, some of them cooing around you and nuzzling their head against your boots like before
>lift your newfangled zappy stick you got from a friend and start shocking them right in their ass
>they all scream and shriek, asking you „why fwend make ouchies to fwuffies?“ „no am fwend?“ „wad dad fo'?“ „fwuffy am sowwy!“ „pwease no make ouchies!“ „waahh?! sowwy-stick!!!“
>zapp them again to make them all run away from you, or more precisely, waddle around
>the attending mares all immediately try to flee with the pregnant dams that didn't see what you did
>“why fwends no wook happy?“ „something happen?“ „momma fwuffy am scawed pwease stop make scawwy. babehs soon come“, they ask, while the dam that gave birth before tries to make her foals stand up, being forced to ask other attendants to carry the mewling foals to safety, grabbing them with their mouth or trying to have them climb up to their backs and waddling away
>you just follow the fluffy ponies normally, zapping them right whenever they stop or try to ask you why you're doing this
>one of the attending mares with squirming foal in her mouth stumbles over her own legs, falling face forward to the ground and sliding a few inches on the ground full of fluffy pony shit, splattering the foal in her mouth, giving her a taste of fluffy pony baby and poop, which she immediately tries to vomit out
>she bawls her eyes out, apologizing to the remnants of the foal „am sowwy! am sowwy! pwease fwuffy babeh come back!“
>the mother herself sees that, immediately waddles to the attending mare, only for her to drop her own crying foal that she was carrying on her back, breaking its soft underdeveloped legs from the fall
>the mother hears that, and tearfully tries to apologize to her newborn filly, only to be pushed by another fluffy pony from behind, making her step on the already broken legs of the foal, which leaves a stain of flesh and blood on her hoofprints
>total chaos and panic
>one of the pregnant mares tries to close her eyes with her tiny stumpy legs, not able to reach her eyes
>zapp her, which causes her to go into labor, shrieking „nuuu! make big poopies! momma am make big poopies! pwease hewp momma fwuffy“, which somehow causes the scattered herd of fluffy ponies to all rally to her in an desperate attempt to defend her while you're zapping their fluffy butts
>makes your job much easier
>the fluffy ponies all desperately assault your legs, some of the fluffy unicorns throwing useless glittery sparks at you or just having their horns glow faintly without any effect when not trying to bumb into your boots with their blunt useless horns, the fluffy pegasi trying to slap you with their vestigial wings, only to break their fluffed feathery appendage and making them bawl away, and fluffy earth ponies bucking you with all their might
>you break their pathetic assault by punting the next fluffy pony right into its face, causing it to literally and spectacularly explode in severed parts and fluff from the strength of your kick
>realize that you'll have to use less force on them, because fluffy ponies are too frail
>this stops the fluffy pony's attack on you, and they all look flabbergasted for their friend
>“why fwend weggies go 'way?“ „dad fwend head?“ „whewe fwend tummy?“ they all look around, having forgotten about your shocking sorry-stick
>zapp them again
>the fluffy ponies trample on the birthing mare's stomach, causing her to wallow in pain, making her fluffsplode, making the fluffy pony closest to her get parts of her fluff in his face
>the fluffy stallion stumbles around, trampling on the squeaking newborn foals, trampling them all to death
>the fluffy ponies all waddle around, defecating on the spot from the sheer terror, and you chase after them with your zappy stick for two hours
>sometimes, they seem to regain their courage and try to attack you, only to be routed again when you zapp them or punt them lightly away
>a few times, many of them are stupid enough to try fleeing throught the barbed wire again, only for you to pull them free and zapp them again
>the ground of the enclosed area is soon filled entirely with fecal matter and tiny hoovesteps of fluffy ponies
>the fluffy ponies all have broken legs, as they can't run for two hours straight, causing them to bawl „why weggies make ouchies?“ „pwease babeh give huggies!“ „why no can wun? why no can wun?“ „meanie munsta pwease no make ouchies anymoe!“ „fwuffy wan go home!“
>zapp them until they can't use their legs anymore
>they are all dead from exhaustion
>job well done, you observe
>their rotting bodies will add some more nutritients to the ground, which will make the grass grow very fast, and then you'll be able to plant your apple seeds down on it
>your lil' sister Applebloom and your big brother Big Macintosh are just arriving in time to tell you that supper's on
>need to remember to thank Fluttershy for the fluffy ponies and Twilight for her zappy stick