No Make Poopoo an' Ged 'Sketties

>be a fluffy pony abuser
>had great success with making fluffy ponies kill each another in anger over spaghetti in fluffy pony adoption center
>sell adoption center to some landshark, who's going to tear the building down and build a brothel there
>get enough money from speculant to buy another overfull fluffy pony adoption center
>as last time, people aren't really interested in paying to keep the little fluffballs alive
>buy it for cheap as last time
>fluffy ponies in this adoption center are even in more miserable state than last one you bought
>some dams gave birth, but couldn't explode because other fluffy ponies were all stacked around it, making it bleed to death
>newborn fluffy foals lying dead on the ground except for one or two twitching slowly
>don't have enough strength to scream for help
>their squeaks drown out by screams of other fluffy ponies
>a few others are sprayed on the walls
>fluffy ponies seeing you all yelp for you to give them hugs and adopt them
>take a mop
>clean fluffy pony foals from the ground and the wall
>throw them all into gutter
>come back to see fluffy ponies in cage
>wear working clothes and gloves that won't matter if they get dirty
>scream loudly to get all their attention
>it becomes silent
>then, fluffy ponies are all screaming in fear from "No Sowwy-stick" "Pwease No Huwt Fwuffy" "No Ouchies"
>yell loudly at them all to shut up
>fluffy ponies stop talking, are all shaking in their cages
>you tell them that you're their new overseer, and that you'll make spaghetti for them all
>the moment you mention spaghetti, the flufy ponies are all screaming for "Yay! Sketties! Fwuffy Wan Sketties!"
>shout again for them to be silent
>it works

>of course, fluffy ponies instantly start urinating and defecating on each another
>some are drowning and choking on the filth
>you yell loudly for them all to hear
>say that all fluffy ponies must behave
>they must not make 'poopoo' and 'peepee'
>and that they will not run
>any fluffy pony that runs will not get any spaghetti
>yell very very loudly, asking them if this is clear before the fluffy ponies start babbling about their beloved spaghetti again
>it works
>fluffy ponies are all saying "fwuffy behav'" "fwuffy no make poopoo" "no wan daddy be angwy at fwuffy" "no wan sowwy-stick"
>open cage with several fluffy ponies squeezed inside it
>they run out, pushing each another and making a mess, yelling "fwuffy get 'skettiesè" "pwease give fwuffy sketties" "fwuffy hungwy. give 'sketties!"
>you instantly scream loudly for them to instantly be frozen on the spot
>you lift them all up and throw them back into their cages
>loudly proclaim that these fluffy ponies are bad fluffy ponies, because they didn't listen to you
>the accused fluffy ponies beg to "pwease wet fwuffy out" "fwuffy behave" "fwuffy not wun!"
>you yell loudly again

>won't be very good for your voice if that keeps up
>order the fluffy ponies to boo at the bad fluffy ponies for being bad fluffy ponies
>bad fluffy ponies won't get spaghetti
>other fluffy ponies don't first understand
>some of the smarter ones do
>they start shouting "Bad Fwuffies!" "You No Gwud Fwuffies!" "No Ged 'Sketties!" "Fwuffy No Wike Bad Fwuffies!"
>you nod in approval
>say that they are good fluffy ponies
>other fluffy ponies are now also starting to boo at the bad fluffy ponies
>most don't actually see them in their cramped cages
>do so anyway, because others are doing it
>fluffy ponies in the first cage you tried to release are now feeling very bad
>tears fill their eyes
>they are hugging each another for support
>their hearts are broken when all the other fluffy ponies are shouting at them for being bad fluffy ponies
>they sob and sob
>say that all the other fluffy ponies are good fluffy ponies
>the fluffy ponies in the first cage are crying constantly for feeling unloved
>one or two of them already drowned in their combined tears
>corpses empty their bladder and bowels, making a terrible mess
>point again at the first cage, chastize them for defecating and urinating
>order the other fluffy ponies to boo at them again for being very naughty fluffy ponies
>the fluffy ponies in the first cage drown all in their tears, urine and fecal matter, their last thoughts being unloved by everyone

>as a nice side-effect, the fluffy ponies in the other cages have stopped peeing and shitting, as they cconstantly concentrate on insulting the fluffy ponies in the first cage
>you repeat again that there must be no running or making 'poopoo' and 'peepee'
>go to second cramped cage and open it
>fluffy ponies inside are leaving in an ordered manner
>you clap in approval, praising them as good fluffy ponies, who are not like the bad fluffy ponies in the first cage
>again many shouts from other fluffy ponies at the ones in the first cages for being bad fluffy ponies, even although the fluffy ponies in the first cage are all dead
>the fluffy ponies leaving are very proud
>a few of them are holding it in, you notice
>good
>repeat again that these fluffy ponies are good fluffy ponies
>open the cages one by one, the fluffy ponies leaving in an ordered manner like the ones in the second cage
>however, after opening a few cages, some are running around again
>you close the cage you were trying to open, and swiftly turn around
>you point at the fluffy ponies running and loudly shout that these are bad fluffy ponies
>at the mention of bad fluffy ponies, all fluffy ponies stop moving again
>many are shouting "Bad Fwuffies!" "No Wike!" "No Gwud Fwuffies!" "No Wike Bad Fwuffies!"
>grab the fluffy ponies that were running
>they beg whimsically for forgiveness "no am bad fwuffy!" "pwease fwuffy behave!" "fwuffy no wun!"
>throw them into empty cages
>repeat process of having other fluffy ponies shout at the bad fluffy ponies for misbehaving
>it works

>these fluffy ponies soon drown in tears and filth from other fluffy ponies dying and losing control over their bodily functions
>as the last time, all the other fluffy ponies are shouting at the dead ones for being bad fluffy ponies, and that they don't like them
>now all fluffy ponies have been released from their cages
>lead them to the enclosed fluffy playground that is part of the adoption center
>all structures were removed long ago, when fluffy ponies killed themselves with swings, playhouses, seesaw and other things in absurd ways
>a pity
>tell the fluffy ponies to play together while you make spaghetti for them
>you say that they are allowed to run while in here
>the fluffy ponies are all cheering and playing or hugging each another
>some of them hug your legs, smearing their filth-caked bodies on your cheap work-pants
>pat them on their heads for behaving like good fluffy ponies
>go away to make spaghetti in the kitchen, making sure that no fluffy pony follows you through the door
>while making the spaghetti, can see into the playground through a window
>the fluffy ponies are running around, chasing each another and doing other stuff
>it never gets bored for them while they can play with each another
>none of them see you, as they're too busy hugging each another
>see that some fluffy ponies are now starting to poop or pee around
>good
>continue finishing the spaghetti
>return with the spaghetti to the playground
>fluffy ponies are all overjoyed when you return
>fluffy ponies cheer exuberantly when smelling the spaghetti
>dump it on the playground for them all to eat
>all the fluffy ponies swarm the steaming pile of noodles and sauce, munching on the spaghetti with great fervor
>there is enough for twice their numbers

>while the fluffy ponies are feasting, you walk to the piles of fecal matter
>you scream loudly again, pointing at the smeared ground
>the fluffy ponies are not listening, all focused on the spaghetti
>approach the fluffy ponies with a sly grin, standing near them
>you take your electric megaphone and start shouting loudly for all the fluffy ponies to hear
>the fluffy ponies stop munching on the spaghetti
>some were blown a few feet away by the soundwaves
>this is quite a feat
>however, you mustn't use the megaphone too often, or else the neighbors will complain about the sound
>the fluffy ponies are all yelling in panic and screaming
>they look up to you
>you calmly ask them what those things are, pointing at the poop dispersed in the whole playground
>one of them stops sobbing and nervously answers "p.p.p-poopies?"
>you ask them what you said that they must'nt do
>they are now all shivering
>none of them dares munching on the pile of spaghetti
>one of them says "f..fwuf.. fwuffies no wun..."
>you nod, asking what else you said
>the fluffy ponies are all concentrating their tiny brains very hard, until one of them then remembers "f.fwuffies... no... no make...."
>the one talking gulps down as it realizes something

>others are just looking confused to it, many still thinking
>it finishes with "... fwuffies... not make poopies and peepee..." in a squeaking tone
>all the fluffy ponies are now showing visible signs of panic in their faces
>they immediately start shouting "Fwuffy No Am Bad Fwuffy Pone!" "Fwuffy Sowwy" "Pwease No Sowwy-stick!" randomly
>now the last of them who held it in are emptying their bowels and bladder in fear
>when they realize what they're doing, they are getting even more worked up over "Nuuuu! Fwuffy Make Poopies! No Wanna Make Poopies!"
>the other fluffy ponies are instantly ostracizing them, going away as to not be associated with them
>the fluffy ponies are all in in a state of constant terror
>many are holding their eyes shut, hoping that you don't see them
>are are just curling up in an even tinier ball and shaking violently
>a few of the pregnant ones start giving preterm birth
>once the preterm foals are popped out, the fluffy dams sit on them, hoping to hide the 'poopoo' from your eyes, and squash them dead
>after a while, you start talking
>you tell them that you tried to be a good daddy for all of them
>you let them out to play
>you gave them spaghetti
>but you feel that none of them are loving you back if they run or poop and pee around
>the fluffy ponies are all bawling, crying and sobbing, all whining that they are "fwuffies sowwy!" "daddy pwease no go!" "fwuffies behaves!" "fwuffy wuv daddy!"
>you shake your head, telling them that you worked hard, and that they are playing all the time and not listening to you
>the fluffy ponies are crying and begging "pwease daddy no go!" "fwuffies sowwy!" "fwuffy wisten do dadda!" "fwuffy wuv daddy!", all hugging your legs

>you sigh, and say that they have to prove to you that they love you by cleaning up their own mess
>the fluffy ponies nod, even although they absolutely have no idea what to do
>you ask them what they intend to do to make the 'poopoo' and 'peepee' go away
>some of them come up with the bright idea to simply beg the filth to go away
>it doesn't work
>now they all beg for the filth to "pwease poopies go way" "poopies pwease leaf!"
>others start yelling at it to "Poopies Go! Fwuffy An Fwend No Wan Poopies Stay!
>the dams are yelling at their splattered preterm foals to go away
>others come up with the bright idea to "fwuffy give huggies to poopies"
>it soon changes to "ewww. no smeww pwetty!" as predicted
>you sigh visibly for them to all see, shaking your head in discontent, making the fluffy ponies all feel very bad
>you come back with the mop and bucket and start cleaning up some of the filth
>you tell them that's how humans do it
>the fluffy ponies now beg you to let them handle it
>you say no
>you remind them that water is bad for fluffy ponies, and that there is water in the bucket
>some of them instantly shriek away from the bucket, saying "wawa bad fo fwuffies!"
>others are not giving up, begging you to let them do it
>you ask them if they are all absolutely sure
>they nod, trying to make you proud of them
>you put the mop down
>the group of fluffy ponies who try to use the mop are lauded by the other fluffy ponies as heroes
>they try to lift up the mop with their tiny hooves
>after a near herculean effort (for fluffy ponies), they manage to make the mop stay upright for a few seconds

>it then falls down on the head of a fluffy pony standing close to the point of landing
>it instantly yelps in pain, screaming "Fwuffy Ouchie! Why Fwuffy Ouchie? Fwuffy Good Fwuffy! Fwuffy No Wan Ouchie!"
>it is instantly hugged by others with the reasoning being "huggies make fwuffy feew bettah!"
>other fluffy ponies are now trying to somehow use the bucket, not really knowing what to do
>all they manage is to make the bucket turn over, letting the steaming hot water fall over them
>the fluffy ponies near the bucket are instantly in pain once the scalding hot water falls over them
>they scream in pain, shaking on the ground where the hot water spread
>others instantly rush to them to hug them, only to shy away once their tiny hooves touches the hot water
>one of the fluffy ponies had its mouth open when the bucket turned
>it is now dead
>the fluffy ponies are all dejected by their utter failures
>you remind them that you told them so
>the fluffy ponies are all sobbing, realizing that they are useless
>you shake the head, telling them that there is a way for them to clean up their mess
>the fluffy ponies all listen to you attentively
>you tell them that they can use their tongues
>all they have to do is to lick the 'poopoo' and the 'peepee' they are making
>one of them immediately tries it out
>the moment its tongue touches a small pile of shit, it shakes its head away, stammering "ewww! no wike! no smeww pwetty!
>you ask them how else they are going to do it, since they can't use the mop and the bucket
>you look at the soggy wet fluffy ponies, who turn their head away in shame, and the one who drowned
>the fluffy pony tries again
>tears fill its eyes, as it licks the pile of mushy filth away

>"no smew pwetty", it cries
>some fluffy ponies come to give it a hug, but the moment they smell the fecal matter coming from its mouth, they go away
>you clap with your hands, saying that this fluffy pony is a good fluffy pony, because it made the filth go away, and pat it on its head
>it is cheering, licking your gloved hands
>seeing as you are letting it lick your hand and praising it, all the other fluffy ponies immediately go to the filthy spots and lick it away, only complaing that "ewww! no smeww pwetty!" a few times
>they then come to you to be giving praise and a pat on their heads
>however, the fecal matter and urine does make the fluffy ponies throw up
>"waa?! nuuu! fwuffy make poopies!" and then lick the barf away
>they puke up sometimes, only for others to lick it up
>you praise them for being good fluffy ponies
>it somewhat makes them happy, but having eaten spaghetti and filth has now made them all ill
>you tell them that they can now resume eating spaghetti
>some are crawling towards it, but soon throw up, only to immediately lick it up
>you tell them that they have to finish the spaghetti
>they go at it again, and then resume eating
>they don't feel very well
>after a very torturous hour, the fluffy ponies have managet to finish up the spaghetti, which they would normally have done in 10 minutes
>tell them that they can play again, until the evening, where they'll get more spaghetti
>upon hearing spaghetti, some throw up
>the fluffy ponies then lick the vomit away
>none of them have the strength to play

>whenever one fluffy pony defecates, urinates or vomits, others start licking it up
>in the evening, you come back with spaghetti, again enough for twice their numbers
>the fluffy ponies are all weakly cheering, and try to eat it up
>eating, puking, licking it up, eating again, sometimes defecating, then licking it up, continue eating
>the fluffy ponies are now just crying constantly
>"why tummy ouchie when fwuffy eat sketties?" they ask each another in agony
>after they've finished up, you say that you'll let them play for half an hour, before they have to go back into the cages to sleep
>none of the fluffy ponies are responding, only moaning
>after the half hour, you tell them to now return to the cages
>only few are standing up
>some are dead
>most just are ill
>make the ones ill walk anyway
>while trying to go back, the fluffy ponies that really don't feel well throw up
>they then fall unconscious
>you tell the ones that are respectably still well to clean up the mess their friends left behind
>they don't have the strength to complain or not do so anymore
>make as they are told
>"fwuffy wan go back" "fwuffy wan sweep" they beg
>you tell them that they only go back if the others are also going back
>the very few remaining ones still on their legs try to wake up the rest
>first with hugs
>the disgusting smell only makes them want to throw up, but they succeed at keeping it up
>when most of the ill fluffy pony on the ground still don't stand up, the others now become very frustrated

>they now start biting them, or blunt them with their horns, slap them in their faces with their little wings, or just give them a comparatively hard kick for fluffy ponies
>it works
>all still living fluffy ponies return to their cages, extremely tired
>they enter them randomly, or just drop before entering them
>they have to be pushed inside by others behind them, or be dragged inside, before you close their doors
>you promise them to tell them a goodnight story
>only few cheers are heard, and even these sound halfhearted
>you tell them about the land of Cockaigne, just substituting everything with spaghetti
>the fluffy ponies throw up
>they are trying to beg you to stop telling them about spaghetti
>you act as if you didn't hear them, and then tell them all good night
>the next morning, you arrive with a gas mask
>as expected, most fluffy ponies died
>only a handful remain
>they are crying and trying to lick up the filth
>you tell them that they are good fluffy ponies for cleaning up, not bad fluffy ponies like all the rest that are making 'poopoo' and 'peepee'
>this makes the few surviving fluffy ponies happy, and they try to lick up all the filth of all the others
>they then die half a dozen hours later
>you then close the door
>get on the dancing floor
>Everybody kill the dinosaur