Fighting Fluff Training

Anonymous 04/04/12(Wed)19:39 No.1042446

it's my first time doing this. someone has probably written something similar and better, but fuck it

>fluffy pony fighting has become a popular, if highly illegal pastime in your area
>you adopt a fluffy pony with the sole purpose of entering it into these competitions in hopes of earning megabux
>you chose a boy, a bright blue unicorn with green eyes who jumped around shouting "new fwiend!" when you entered the pet store
>fluffy ponies have barely any magic, but you thought maybe the stubby little horn could be useful for stabbing
>or at least poking
>you leave the store clutching the pony to your chest
>a pang of guilt strikes you as it burbles "hugs" over and over like some sort of adorable retard
>Mark stands outside your home, looking at his phone with a vacant expression, eyes half lidded and slack jawed
>he kind of scares you, but he's your only ticket into the fluffy fighting scene
>plus he offered to help train your fluffy for free
>he sees you holding the pony to your chest, unconsciously stroking it
>"gimme the fuckin' thing", he growls as he grabs a clump of fur on the fluffies back and tears it away from you
>it starts screaming, it's legs flail wildly
>it starts to piss
>Mark looks at you
>"let's get the thing inside for fucks sake"
>you fumble for your keys and open the door, leading Mark inside with the pissing pony
>you aren't about to complain to this nutter
>you quickly lead him to the empty room you've prepared for the training

>the room is completely empty except for a table and a wardrobe built into the wall
>Mark puts the pony on the table but keeps a firm grip on it
>he's staring it in the eyes and looks fucking furious
>he roars at the fluffy
>SHUT UP
>the pony looks to you pleadingly
>as soon as it looks away from Mark he squeezes the handful of fluff and jerks the pony violently until it meets his gaze
>it's whimpering and sobbing and shit on the table
>"don't fucking talk, right? if you do, you get this"
>he uses his other hand to pinch the ponies ear, twisting and pulling it
>it screams, he stops, it goes back to whimpering
>"do you understand?"
>your heart sinks as the pony responds yes
>more pinching, more screaming
>Mark asks again, the pony answers again
>you realize the true depth of fluffy stupidity

>Mark poses the question for the thirteenth time and the pony finally replies with a nod
>it closes it's eyes and shakes in fear, whining
>mark shouts loudly enough to make you jump
>FUCKING LOOK AT ME
>when the pony opens it's eyes it blurts out "sowwy!"
>herewegoagain.jpg
>you leave the room for a half an hour but can still hear the screams and roars
>you return as things go strangely quiet
>Mark is still glaring at the pony
>the pony is still as a statue, it's eyes wide open in terror as it stares at Mark
>you wonder if this is really happening
>he lifts the pony from the table, their eyes still locked
>the pony remains too scared to struggle or even squeak
>he opens the wardrobe and tosses the pony in, slamming the door loudly
>he turns to you
>"leave it in there for the night, right. if you hear it whinging go in and batter the little shit. i'll be back tomorrow."
>you show him to the door
>"and don't fuckin feed it!"

>you need to sit down for a minute to think about what you're getting into
>you're shaking
>animal abuse doesn't scare you obviously, otherwise you wouldn't have had this idea in the first place
>Mark, on the other hand, is fucking terrifying
>you collect yourself and clean up the trail of piss
>you stand outside the fluffy's room listening for "whinging" as Mark put it
>but all you can hear is quiet sobs
>you decide not to punish the fluffy

>it's 2 am and you're asleep when your phone rings
>as soon as you pick up a voice asks "has it been actin' up?"
>dude what
>"the pony, man."
>you tell him it hasn't made a sound
>"well go in there now and give it a kicking"
>yeah okay man
>a brief silence
>"well come on then, i want to hear it scream"
>there are no words
>"you there?"
>yeah man just let me put on my kicking boots haha
>oh god
>you go to the fluffy ponies room
>it's sobs stop when it hears your footsteps
>you open the door and see the fluffy walking backwards into the wall, it's eyes locked on yours
>a flicker of recognition crosses it's face and it goes still, tilting it's head slightly

>"fwiend?"
>"i wanna hear it man, come on", he breathes into your ear
>you reach down to the pony
>oh god

>the pony shrinks away from you as you reach down
>it closes its eyes as your hand approaches
>you scratch under its chin
>it opens a single eye, then both and looks at you dumbfounded
>you put on the most reassuring smile you can muster
>put a finger to your lips and hold the phone away from you
>shhhh
>"...pway?"
>you nod
>"tsssssss"
>good lord this thing is dumb
>"what are you fucking doing? hit the little shit!"
>here i go
>you put the phone on the table next to the pile of shit
>you begin banging on the wall and screaming like a fluffy pony
>to offset the distressing sound you wave your arms with a goofy grin on your face aimed at fluffy
>fluffy is looking at you in awe and starts screaming too, running around your legs
>"yeah, you little bitch, ungh, scream"
>fortunately you don't hear Mark in the throes of ecstasy
>NOW QUIET
>you put your finger to your lips
>fluffy freezes
>"tsssssss"
>Mark isn't on the phone when you pick it up

>that night you sleep cradling fluffy pony in your arms
>Mark calls around again but fluffy is playing the shhh game upstairs
>you tell him that you found the fluffy pony dead this morning and binned it
>"fuck it anyway, i'll get another one for us."
>you tell him that you can't do it again, you're going away to
>canadia?
>to see your sick uncle
>for a long time
>at hearing you wont be available to torture small animals he leaves immediately
>you get the feeling you haven't seen the last of this guy
>weeks pass
>FLUFFY PONY FIGHTING RING EXPOSED: 12 ARRESTED
>high five fluffy
>"hi'fi'!"
>live happily ever after