Sins of the Daddy

Sins of the Daddy
>You have a pretty yellow-ish earth fluffy pony mare
>You've had her for two months now
>When you saw her for the first time, you knew you had found the perfect fluffy for you
>She's a quadruple amputee
>You got her from the local fluffy pony shelter
>Her legs had been removed only days after her birth, because three of them were paralyzed, some birth defect apparently
>There was no sense to remove just three legs, so the shelter workers removed them all
>She has accepted this well, doesn't ask where her legs are
>And she's an easy pet, sleeps like 90% of the time
>You have to squeeze the shit out of her, literally, but at least she doesn't soil herself
>She spends most of her waking time on your lap, while you brush and scratch her
>Often it's hoof tickle tiem
>And nose boops
>Her giggling is heart-melting
>She's now about four months old, an adult
>She keeps asking where babies are
>You realize she wants to be a momma
>Being a good fluffy owner, you decide to give her what she wants
>Her of having no legs is not going to be a problem
>And having foals playing around sounds adorable enough
>One day you come back home carrying an orange earth fluffy pony stallion you got from the shelter
>"New fwiend! Fwuffy wuv!"
>He smells her butt and then nuzzles her
>You leave them nuzzling and cuddling in the safe room
>About a hour later you hear the enf enf sounds coming
>You quietly peek in
>The mare lies on her back and giggles happily as the stallion lies on top of her and fucks her as hard as he can
>Which isn't very hard
>You let them do their thing
>Later you find them asleep while still nuzzling each other
>You bring them spaghetti
>They giggle and happily munch it down
>Life is happy
>Days pass, she slowly swells up
>They're both happy and excited about the babies
>Daddy fluffy keeps licking momma's belly
>He's very protective of her
>You've read about fluffies and in captivity, male fluffies rarely care about momma fluffies, so yours is an exception
>Only ferals look after the mares, but not always
>It's a cute sight, when he wraps himself around the mare
>Forming a protective sphere of fluff
>It's so cute!
>You take photos of this

>Several weeks pass, momma fluffy swells up more and more
>One day something bad happens
>As usual, you leave them in the safe room when you go to work
>But today the door lock failed and they managed to open the door
>Daddy rolled the momma into the living room
>Somehow he then managed to climb up in the bookshelf
>You're not sure how this happened as you were at work
>But you come home just in time to see him up there
>"Hey! What are you doing?!"
>He gets startled and without thinking anything (not surprising), he jumps down
>You can hear the bones cracking and breaking when he hits the floor
>He rolls over onto his back
>You scoop up, he's screaming at the top of his lungs from the pain
>You gently touch one of his legs
>He screams even louder
>Yep, it's broken
>You rush him to the vet
>X-ray confirms your worst fear, all four legs are broken
>Not only broken, but they're utterly demolished, almost twenty fractures total in four legs
>The vet says the legs cannot be fixed
>No matter what, he will never ever walk again
>There are two options: euthanize the fluffy, or amputate all four legs
>You pet the sobbing fluffy
>"I'm sorry."
>An hour later you're driving back home with a quadruple amputee fluffy pony sleeping in a basket
>Hey, it's a high-quality clinic, they don't just brutally cut off any legs without minimizing the pain!
>You don't see any leg stumps, they did a thorough job
>It's going to be hard for him once he wakes up
>Back at home, the mare is in panic mode
>You left her on the living room floor, all alone
>For the first time ever she has shit on the floor, just barely avoiding the carpet
>You can't blame her
>Clean the shit
>Pick her up
>Pet her and calm her down
>Daddy is still asleep on the couch
>You explain the situation to her as best as you can
>"Now you're both amputated fluffies. No legs."
>"No... daddy weggies?"
>"No daddy legs. You don't have legs and he don't have legs."
>"Whewe daddy weggies?" she keeps asking
>"They were broken. They had to be removed."
>She's trying to process all of this
>Daddy fluffy slowly starts to wake up, all groggy
>He tries to get up, but fails
>"Waah? Wheve... wheve weggie?"
>"I'm sorry, but you had an accident. Your legs are gone."
>"No... weggie? Wan weggie. Wheve weggie?"
>"They're gone. I'm sorry."
>"Weggie! Wan weggie back!" he's getting agitated
>"I can't. You will never walk again. I'm sorry."
>You pet him
>"WAN WEGGIE BACK! WEGGIE! FWUFFY WAN WEGGIE BACK!"
>You can feel the tiny leg stumps moving furiously under the fluffy
>"WAN WEGGIEEE! GIF DADDY WEGGIES!"
>"No weggies. Daddy wike mumma." she explains, trying to calm him down
>You put her down next to him and pet them both
>"Waaah! Wan weggiee! Waaaaaah!" he cries, tears matting her facial fluffs
>They both cry and nuzzle each other's faces
>It's all they can do
>They soon fall asleep
>This is going to be hard...

>Days pass
>You estimate the foaling to be less than week away
>Momma fluffy is too tired to do much, you swear you can feel tiny kicks in her belly
>Daddy fluffy mostly sulks and cries for his legs to come back
>You hope the foals will cheer him up
>He's been getting angry lately
>He even tries to bite you when you pet him
>"Hey! Stop biting the hand that feeds you!"
>"Gif daddy weggies back!" he demands
>"I can't. They're gone."
>You have this same discussion several times, every day
>"GIF DADDY WEGGIES!"
>Sigh
>Let him scream, he'll get tired eventually
>You let them sleep together
>But you notice something
>The momma isn't happy anymore either
>She looks at you angrily and tries to squirm away from you when you try to pet her belly or head
>"What's wrong?" you finally ask
>She doesn't respond
>They both are visibly angry at you
>Strange, fluffies aren't usually capable of holding a grudge like this
>"Wan daddy weggies back. Monsta gif weggies back!" daddy fluffy finally speaks
>"Gif daddy weggies back. Momma no mowe." she joins him
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>"What did you say?" you ask
>"Hooman take weggies. Hooman gif weggies back."
>Wait, what?
>"Gif daddy weggies back. Gif momma weggies back. No wan be momma" she says. "No weggies, no babeeh."
>Hold on
>"Wait, wait, wait. No legs, no babies?" you ask
>"No weggies, no babeeh."
>Now you get it
>They're blaming you for taking his legs
>They want you to give him his legs back
>Or there will be no babies
>"Uhh... I can't give you your legs back. I didn't take them. Your legs were broken. You broke them when you jumped down from the shelf."
>"Gif daddy weggies back!" he's raising his voice
>"Gif daddy weggies back. Gif momma weggies back! No babeeh!" she joins him
>This looks bad
>He has turned her against you!
>That stallion has turned your beloved fluffy against you
>They both want their legs back... something you can't do
>Momma is threatening to kill the foals, the foals you've prepared to love
>"This isn't happening... you can't be serious. I did NOT take your legs and I can't give them back! Ever!"
>"WAAAH! GIF MOMMA WEGGIES BAAAAAACK!"
>You're starting to lose your temper. Threatening to kill foals does that.
>"I CAN'T! AND YOU WILL NOT KILL YOUR BABIES!"
>Both fluffies are now crying and wailing, while demaning you to give their legs back
>"Gif momma weggies back!" she's screaming
>"FOR FUCK'S SAKE! YOUR LEGS WERE REMOVED WHEN YOU WERE A FOAL! AND I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!"
>You slap the daddy fluffy, who cries even louder now
>Leave them both in the safe room, not on the pillows, but on the hard floor
>Walk away, lock the door
>You need to think
>You turn up the TV volume so you can't hear their crying
>You have to use earplugs to sleep, their screaming and wailing is so loud
>Note to self: soundproof the safe room ASAP

>The next day is a public holiday, so no need to go anywhere
>In the morning you check the safe room, preparing for the worst
>They haven't moved at all, but are both asleep
>Maybe today will be better?
>There is no shit on the floor, strange
>Well, they didn't eat much yesterday and they both did shit then
>You wake them up by gently petting them
>Like you always do if they hadn't waken up before you
>The second they see you they start screaming again
>"Gif weggies back!"
>Apparently today won't be any better
>Ignoring their screams, you pick up both fluffies under your arms and carry them into the kitchen
>They scream and squirm the whole time
>"Come on guys. You need to eat. Your babies need milk and if you want to have milk, you need to eat."
>"No wan nommies fo' babeeh." she mutters
>"Tough love. You will eat even if I have to force feed you."
>Odd, the stallion looks slightly bigger than yesterday?
>Huh
>You have two large bowls with pillows in them
>Perfect places for amputated fluffy ponies to lay on
>What else would they do?
>Put them in their bowls
>You cook some spaghetti
>It smells delicious, but they don't care
>"No wan sgetti. No wan miwk."
>"Fine. Force feeding it is then."
>Wait... how do you force feed a fluffy pony?
>You grab her with you and go into the living room where your computer is
>She's on your lap while you google
>Ah... yes, so it can be done... okay... interesting... hmmm... okay, got it.
>"Okay. Time to eat."
>"No wan nommies!" she screams
>You see her lifting her tail
>You're too slow to react
>Prffffffth!
>A stream of more or less liquid shit shoots out of her ass
>It stains your computer, everything on the table, your clothes and some of it spills to the floor, staining the carpet
>It's everywhere. Shit!
>You quickly stand up, dropping her
>"Ouchie!" she screams while bouncing and rolling on the carpet
>It's not that dangerous
>Pregnant fluffies swell up due to excessive amounts of amniotic fluid
>The foals themselves are very small and fragile
>So the fluid and the fluff acts like two layers of protection
>And feral pregnant mares are rolled around anyway, without any harm to the foals
>Anyway
>She lies crying on the floor, some shit still oozing out of her ass
>You stand there, gagging from the horrible smell, not sure about what to do
>You grab the laptop and shake the shit off of it
>Power it off, just in case
>Then you can no longer hold it back
>You vomit
>The stench is so horrible
>You vomit again and again
>Exhausted, you strip yourself naked and carefully drop the shit and vomit stained clothes into a plastic bag
>Take every towel you find, every piece of toilet paper and everything that can be used to wipe
>You manage to clean off most of the shit from the table
>But the carpet is ruined, probably for good
>You open every window you can, the stench is dreadful, it burns your nose
>All this time, the momma fluffy has been laying on the floor, in a puddle of her own shit, sobbing and wailing
>Her coat has been stained in shit
>You look at her
>"Did you shit on me on purpose?!"
>"No gif weggies back! Made poopies!"
>"Yeah, you sure did! You did it on purpose!"
>You grab her by her mane and hold her in the air
>"Owieee!" she screams and squirms in the air, unable to do anything
>"Even if I could give you your legs back, shitting on me does not help!"
>She just cries louder
>"You held back the shit and waited just for the right moment, didn't you?!"
>Even more crying
>"Oh yes you did! Is this how you pay back to me?! I've taken care of you for months! I've given you food! Shelter! I've brushed your fluffs! Cleaned you! Everything! And now suddenly you turn against me!"
>"Momma... wan... weggies... back!" she sobs
>Suddently, more shit pours out of her butt, staining your legs
>"OH FUCK! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING SHITCANNON!" you lose your temper
>Drop her in a bucket, she barely fits in due to the swelling
>She cries unconsolably in it
>Go wash your legs, carefully avoiding spreading the shit any further
>When you come back and go to the kitchen, daddy fluffy is still laying on his back in the bowl
>He looks at you
>"Gif weggies back?"
>"I DON'T HAVE YOUR LEGS!"
>You pick up the daddy fluffy, you're going to squeeze him empty in the toilet
>But before you can do that, he lifts his tail too
>[DarthVader]Noooooooooooo![/DarthVader]
>A stream of shit shoots out of his ass, hits the wall and stains the microwave and the cupboard
>You throw up again, your stomach is almost empty so it's not a big mess
>You look at the shitcannon
>He's smiling. That fuck is smiling!
>"Hooman no gif weggies back!"
>He has returned to normal size
>He was, quite literally, FULL OF SHIT earlier
>Rage-o-meter: over 9000
>Somehow you manage to not eviscerate the animal right there
>You grab him by the neck and carry the screaming fluffball into the toilet
>You open the lid and squeeze him HARD
>Shit shoots out of his butt, into the toilet
>His tail gets covered in shit, you don't care
>Continue squeezing for a long time
>Ignore his screams of pain and repeated pleas to stop hurting him
>Finally he's empty
>At least you think he's empty...
>You drop him in the bucket with the mare
>They both cry in there and nuzzle each other's faces
>They're both covered in shit
>Resist the urge to fill the bucket with water
>Leave the bucket in the safe room
>Time to clean up
>It takes you hours to clean up the shit
>You first have to wash yourself
>Open all the windows to ventilate the apartment
>You wipe every surface clean with water, regular soap and antibacterial soap
>The carpet, you throw it away, don't even try to wash it
>The microwave might be salvageable, but you'll think about that later
>You washed yourself twice more and got clean clothes
>Your poor laptop might be destroyed for good, it does not power back on anymore
>You disassemble it, the mainboard is fried from the shit
>Fuck, it was expensive
>By some miracle, your couch and the drapes did not get shit-stained
>You decide to burn your shit-stained clothes
>Throw away some kitchen utensils that were hit by the torrent of shit
>Nothing you can do about the stench, though
>What a shitty day...
>And you haven't even eaten yet

>Finally, in the evening you have cleaned up everything and even ate something
>NOT spaghetti!
>You've calmed enough
>You enter the safe room
>The fluffies are in the bucket, asleep
>Both brown from shit and they reek
>You can see matted fluff in their faces, tears do that
>"What am I going to do with you two?" you ask aloud
>"Waah?" they wake up
>You kneel down and look at them
>"Are you now happy?" you ask, somewhat sarcastically
>"Fwuffy wan weggies. No happy." the momma says
>"Your shit attack caused a lot of damage. My laptop is ruined."
>"Gif weggies back."
>It seems their legs are the only things they care about...
>"You planned that shit attack together, didn't you?"
>No answer, only angry looks
>"Don't you want to see your babies?"
>"No wan babeeh."
>Okay
>You carry the bucket to the toilet
>Their colons are now empty, no fear of shitting
>You thoroughly wash the stallion despite his protests
>"Nuuuu! No wan wawa!"
>You're smarter now, he tries to pee on you but misses
>You handle him very roughty, hurt him on purpose
>After washing him, you leave him on the safe room's floor, hoping he does not soil himself again any time soon
>Gently wash up the mare, you don't want to hurt the unborn foals
>Not yet...
>Force-feed her, finally
>Glad you read on that before the computer was destroyed
>Oh, she IS going to deliver those foals
>You hate to admit it, but your love towards these creatures have decreased to almost zero during the past two days
>You more or less hate them
>It's wrong to blame all fluffies for the actions of two
>But they don't care about you, their babies or anything
>They just want their legs back
>Something that's out of your control
>What a selfish pricks they are
>They care only themselves
>No matter what you do, they won't stop asking for their legs back
>The momma will probably try to kill her foals
>You start to wonder something
>You love both of them
>But do they really love you?
>Maybe they love each other, but do they love you?
>You give them everything. Food. Shelter. Hugs. Play with them. Everything.
>But do they appreciate anything you've done to them?
>You recall reading on how the fluffies were created
>They were created as "toys" of sort... programmed genetically to love
>Love who? Themselves? Humans? Foals? Other fluffies?
>The more you think about it, the more you start to hate them
>They love only themselves and maybe each other
>They even ignore their own babies if it suits to them
>They'd kill their own foals if you promised them food for that!
>You shouldn't have gotten a fluffy pony for a pet
>A cat or a dog would have been a better choice
>You suddenly understand why some people hate fluffy ponies
>You understand why people abuse them
>It's still wrong to abuse them, but you do understand abusers now
>Aw crap
>Hate... rising...
>A devious plan forms in your head
>It's time to end this
>You estimate the foals should come out in a few days
>Until that, you need to keep them alive
>Not a problem, now that you know how to force feed them

>Several days pass
>You keep them separated
>Force feed them three times every day
>Squeeze the shit out of them every time before you feed them
>They can't do anything but lay on the safe room's floor, sob and sulk
>The big day happens to be a Saturday, three days after the shit attack
>You hear the mare screaming in pain
>Contractions hit her hard
>Let's end this
>You position the daddy so that he can see everything
>You hold the mare in a bucket and push her belly
>Water breaks
>Put her back down
>Put some towels and old newspapers under her to protect the floor from stains and liquids
>"Nuuu! No wan babbeeh!" they both protest
>She screams in pain, unable to do anything but lay on there
>"Owieee! Pwease no huwt no mo! No huwt fwuffyy!" she yells at you
>You're not really hurting her
>You keep pushing her belly and eventually, a foal squeezes out
>A tiny tiny thing
>You cut the sac open and sever the umbilical
>After the shit attack, none of this grosses you
>You examine the foal
>It's a filly
>"You sure you don't want this baby?" you ask the momma, holding the squirming and squeaking foal close to her face
>"Nuuu... waaaah?"
>She stares at the tiny creature
>"Ba...babeeh? Fwuffy mumma?"
>"Yes, you're a mother now."
>"Wan babeeh! Gif babeeh! Babeeh nee' miwk!"
>Well, look at that. Now she wants her babies?
>"But you said you didn't want babies."
>"Waah? Nuuu! Wan babeeh! Fwuffy wan babeeh! Fwuffy be momma!"
>She squirms on the floor, tears of joy (probably) flowing out of her eyes
>"Babeeh? Fwuffy be daddeeh?" the stallion asks while looking at the foal
>"Yes, you're her daddy. Be proud of yourself."
>He gets excited
>You can see his leg muscles twitch and move under his fluffs
>But he can't crawl closer
>He can't do anything
>You gently hold the foal close enough that he can gently nuzzle the baby
>"Babeeh so pwetty! Fwuffy be daddy!"
>"Oh well. You didn't want these earlier. You don't really want them now."
>"Waah? Nuuu! Fwuffy wan babeeh!" momma screams
>"Too late." you say
>You will hate yourself for what you're about to do
>But you need to make your point
>And you promised to end it here
>The foal is so impossibly tiny that it's hard to believe something so tiny, yet alive, mammal could even exist
>Adult fluffy ponies aren't exactly big either, but the foals are even smaller
>She fits entirely in your palm, her legs are only slightly thicker than matchsticks
>You so wanted to see these foals...
>So wanted to see them nursed...
>Growing up and playing...
>And just being adorable little fluffy ponies
>None of that will happen because of their daddy
>He made you hate these things
>You gently rub the foal's smooth, baby fluff -covered belly with your pinky
>The only love she will ever get in her short life
>She giggles gently and wiggles her tiny legs
>The sound starts to melt your heart
>What if you're wrong? The fluffies love their foals. Or do they?
>No. Too late to stop now.
>You gently twist the leg
>You don't hear anything snapping or breaking, but the foal starts to scream
>It's not a very loud scream
>But you just broke her leg
>"Nuuuuuu! No huwt babeeh!"
>"I'm sorry."
>You twist all of her four legs
>The foal screams as loud as her tiny lungs let her
>You set the foal on the floor
>It squirms, unable to walk with her broken and painful legs
>The foal screams in pain
>The sight causes the mare to go into labor again
>You push her belly and another foal pops out
>And a third one follows
>You free them from their sacs
>Two fillies, one colt
>Momma fluffy has been reduced to normal size
>You coldly ignore the foals' screams of pain and hunger and the protests of the adult fluffies as you break their legs
>All three foals writhe on the floor in a pile, in immense pain, unable to move, still wet and gooey after the birth
>Momma and daddy fluffy are close, but just out of reach
>Unable to move closer and help them
>You roll the momma sideways, so that her teats are exposed and visible to the foals
>They're bursting full of milk and swollen
>The foals squirm only 15 cm away from them, but that's 15 cm too far
>Doesn't matter, they could not get on momma's belly anyway without any help
>So close, yet so far away...
>"Nuuu! Gif miwk to babeeh! Hewp babeeh!"
>"No huwt babeeh! Pwease!"
>Momma and daddy fluffy are in full panic
>They know (maybe?) that the foals will die if they don't get milk
>The entire family has been immobilized
>"Well, have fun." you say in a very cold voice and leave
>Close the door
>It's Saturday, but shops are still open
>Time to go buy a new computer
>Take the old lappy with you
>You return a few hours later with a shiny new laptop
>Latest specs, top of the line model
>The friendly guys at the shop even managed to salvage your files from the old computer
>When you told them what had happened, they donned makeshift hazmat suits, masks and thick gloves
>But you all got good laughs
>You also bought a new microwave oven, you didn't want to touch the old one anymore
>You can still hear the foal squeaking and the adult fluffies consoling them
>"Nuu! No cwy! Daddy hewp!"
>You carefully peek in
>Daddy fluffy somehow has managed to squirm closer and has slightly pushed one of the foals closer to the momma
>Momma has not moved at all, just crying and looking at the foals on the floor
>Still too far away
>Leave them there
>Go play with your new gadget
>You spend a wonderful night playing games
>You can't hear the fluffies through the headphones
>Go to bed happily, earplugs again guaranteeing you a good night's sleep

>Next morning
>The foals lay dead on the floor, in small puddles of blood, urine and what looks like shit
>Momma and daddy fluffy have also soiled themselves
>Their face fluffs are all matted from the tears
>Their ears are flopped down
>There is a pool of tears on the floor under daddy fluffy, he has cried so hard
>They still sob when you open the door
>"Fwuffy sowwy... fwuffy wan babeeh..." she sobs
>"Daddy wan babeeh back"
>You gently pet their heads
>"Sorry. Looks like you killed your babies. You should have given them milk. But you didn't want them."
>"Nuuuu! Momma wuv babeeh! Gif babeeh back!"
>"I can't. They're dead. You didn't give them milk. You killed them."
>You pick up one of the foals and hold it close to momma's face
>"BABEEEEEEH!" she screams and starts to cry
>She tries to lick the foal, but can't reach it
>You take it away
>In addition to the computer and the microwave, you bought two muzzles
>Strap them on to their faces, reducing their cries to quiet whimpering
>Put on rubber boots
>Crush the foals
>Three ugly crunching noises
>They both scream against the muzzle and cry, but can't do anything
>You scoop up the foals' remains and drop them into a plastic bag
>You find the smelly afterbirth behind the mare, into the bag it goes too
>"And now, you two will die."
>Grab the daddy fluffy by his mane
>Hold the whimpering fluffy pony in the air
>Punch him right in the face as hard as you can
>"Oooooooooowwwwmmmmfh!" he screams through the gag in immense pain
>He pees
>"YOU CORRUPTED MY BELOWED FLUFFY!" you scream
>You throw at the wall
>Start kicking him
>"DIE YOU FUCKING SHITBALL!"
>His muffled screams get weaker after every kick
>You pummel him with your bare fists
>Punch him right in the face
>Punch him in the belly
>Punch him everywhere
>He panic shits the little he still has left
>Grab his tail and pull it off, leaving a short bloody stump behind
>Pick him up and throw him agaist the wall
>Again and again
>After what feels like hours, he finally stops breathing and moving
>You remove the gag
>You crush his tiny head under your foot
>Eyes pop, some brain matter oozes out from his ears
>Momma fluffy has seen this all and is crying and shaking in fear, unable to escape her imminent doom
>You gently pet her head for a minute
>"I loved you... I really did love you..."
>She gently nuzzles your hand
>"Mwmmwwffhh wwhff wwwffmm" she quietly mumbles
>None of this wasn't really her fault
>That other fluffy corrupted her, irrevocably
>But you're not giving her any mercy, you can't, not after all of what you've done
>You put your hands around her neck and throat
>Lift her up and hold him in mid-air
>You squeeze as hard as you can
>She looks at you with her large, bulbous eyes, now full of fear and panic
>"Mmmmmmmmmmfff!"
>She struggles for air
>You look her in the eyes
>Her leg muscles run furiously under the fluff, you feel her entire body shaking from the force
>Her tail wags
>You see her trying to open her mouth, but the muzzle prevents it
>She flattens her ears
>She's crying, you only hear quiet whimpering
>Slowly, you strangle her
>Shit oozes out, again, and piles on the floor
>Continue squeezing for several minutes to be sure
>Finally let her go
>Remove the gag
>Beat and kick the dead fluffy for a few minutes and crush her head too
>White milk oozes out of her torn teats
>Precious milk that will never feed a hungry foal...
>Drop their bodies in the plastic bag
>Clean up everything
>You get rid of the fluffy remains
>Burn your old clothes
>Cry for hours, looking at the old photos you took
>Never again will you get a fluffy pony for a pet
>It takes days for the smell of shit to finally disappear
>You wash everything thoroughly
>Remodel the safe room, it's now your own little library
>Sometimes, you miss your fluffballs
>Despite their annoying voices, you miss their giggling and laughter
>But it's better this way
>Months later you get two kittens
>They're better pets than fluffies
>You love them
The End