>you've recently lost everything
 >well, not everything; you still have your house and your money, but material positions mean nothing to you in the grand
 scheme of things
 >what's really bothering you is the fact that you lost your daughter
 >your wife, she couldn't give a shit about her, but she won custody, just because she knows you wanted her
 >in court, they testified against you; you heard your daughter say, with a completely straight face, that she didn't
 love you anymore
 >The look in her eyes while she said it; there was absolutely no emotion at all; it was haunting
 >You haven't been able to cope properly; alcohol and cocaine have become your new family
 >Eventually, as with all of these sorts of situations, they don't become enough; the loneliness always finds a way of
 coming back and haunting you
 >You don't want to get rid of the loneliness, at least, not right now; right now, you're determined to do something
 about the anger first
 >The anger is what started all of this; if you can do something about that, you can cope with the rest; “cut off the
 head and the body will die”, as it were
 >You know exactly how to go about doing this: fluffy ponies
 >Fluffy ponies, all they know how to do is love
 >All you knew how to do was love; this shitty office job, all of the overtime, that second job you had to take for a bit
 when your daughter was in the hospital, it was all for them
 >Now they're gone, and so is the love
 >Those fluffy ponies, they need the love sucked out of them too
 >They were created in a lab, specifically engineered to be showered with love and affection and doing nothing whatsoever
 to deserve it
 >What a way they choose to show gratitude too; destroying heirlooms, shitting everywhere, whining and stamping their
 hooves when they don't get their way; absolutely lamentable behavior
 >These fluffy ponies, they remind you of an animal version of your wife
 >You don't like your wife that much right now
 >After work in the next few days, you stop by a fluffy pony shelter
 >Specifically ask if they have any pregnant fluffy ponies
 >Smirk while the lady behind the counter comments about how kind of a soul you are to want to take care of a family
 >Apparently you're in luck; they just got one in that day
 >A pretty orange dam with a red mane; she doesn't look very far along
 >You fill out the necessary paperwork and pick up all of the necessary accoutrements
 >Your new fluffy is over the moon; babbling and squeeing with delight at the prospect of having a home to raise her
 family in
 >According to one of the workers, that one was dropped off by a concerned woman who found her rummaging through garbage,
 crying and yelling something about “needing a home for her babies”
 >Given the shape she was in and the way she was acting, she was a pet that was raped; her owner barely wanted to care
 for her, let alone a whole family of fluffies, so she was abandoned
 >You just had to shake your head at how perfect all of this was
 >You get your fluffy pony home and instruct her on all of the basics
 >Where the litterbox was, her safe room, all of the usual stuff
 >It shouldn't take her that long to adapt to everything
 >You name her “Flu”, short for “superfluous”
 >It's good to know that, even through all of this, you still have a sense of humor
 >You two start becoming acquainted; her constant kisses and declarations of “Fwoo wuv daddy!” would be adorable
 under any other circumstances
 >She becomes more and more pregnant, getting to the point where she can't walk on her own
 >At the end she just sort of lays by your feet, watching TV with you
 >You look down and smile, patting her on the head and thanking her for keeping your toes warm
 >Of course, the moment of truth finally arrives
 >”Uh oh daddeh! Fwoo need make big poopies!”
 >You pick her up and squeeze the foals out over the sink; there's no sense in letting this take more time than it has to
 >With momma and her foals nice and cleaned off, you put all of them in an old dog bed you had in your basement
 >You haven't seen anything this happy in a very, very long time
 >You're all a big happy family for a while
 >You help Flu love her foals, and they in turn love you back
 >You make sure they always have enough food and water
 >They get all of the hugs and attention that foals need
 >With how much love you're showing them, it's beginning to rub off
 >These fluffies are remarkably well-behaved, playing well together, actually sharing toys
 >There's a bit of conflict when it comes to their mothers' milk, but that's totally natural
 >Everything's smiles, love, happiness, hugs, and spaghetti
 >It's time to pull the fucking plug
 >Before starting the transition, you re-listen to the last voicemail message your daughter ever left you
 >She sounded cold and distant, not unlike you at that particular moment
 >At the end, you could hear her mother calling to her from the distance
>Everyone sounded happy; there might've even been a hint of laughter
 >This was enough to send you over the edge
 >You leave your bedroom and go over to the living room where it was currently feeding time for the happy family
 >You pat Flu on the head and sit on the couch, waiting patiently for everything to get started
 >She had 3 foals in total; two females and one male
 >They were only a little over a week old, but thanks to your care, they had been developing slightly ahead of schedule
 >They had already taken to talking and, while they couldn't do it for long distances, even walking
 >The male was slightly bigger than his sisters of course, always protecting them against any potentially scary lamp
 posts and remote controls that may cross their path
 >He would puff up his chest and stamp his hooves at whatever it was and whenever they didn't get a response, they would
 all hug and cheer
 >You don't have much experience with fluffy ponies, but you suspect that you'd enjoy the brave ones; the crushing
 disappointment in their eyes whenever they realize that they're completely worthless and weak must be a joy to witness
 >After they're all done feeding, they all either go back to playing or taking a nap while Flu watches over them
 >You hadn't put much thought into how you were going to torture them, but it couldn't be that hard to figure out
 >As long as it happened in front of Flu, that's all that really mattered
 >You decide to test the waters first, see what happens when one of her fluffies was out of her reach for the first time
 >You pick up one of the female fluffies, telling Flu that she's dirty and that you're just going to clean her off
 >Flu starts panicking, sitting up and stretching her arms out, tears forming in her eyes
 >”NUUU! Babbeh need mummah! Mummah cwean babbeh!”
 >Despite the fact that you've always shown her and her foals love and affection, she still doesn't trust you with them
 >This is the exact response you were looking for
 >You take the foal over to the sink and pretend to clean her off
 >She only seems to be upset about everything because her mother was, whining and fidgeting in your hand
 >”Fwuffy no wan' wawa! Wawa bad fo' fwuffy! Fwuffy nee' mama!”
 >”It'll be OK, you have nothing to worry about!” At least, not yet...
 >You set the foal back down, she waddles over into her mothers' arms
 >Flu gives her a big hug
 >”It's OK babbeh; daddeh dun' mean huwt...”
 >Hurt? All you were doing was giving her a fucking bath!
 >Whatever; it's not worth even thinking about
 >Everything goes back to the way it was for the time being
 >Flu was a bit wary of you after that, but you redeemed yourself in her eyes when you gave them some spaghetti that
 night with cheese melted over the top of it
 >Such a delicacy is completely unfathomable to the fluffy pony, they treat it like it's the highest honor they could
 receive
 >That night, while you're trying to sleep, you hear crying from the hallway outside your room
 >You turn on your bedroom light and pick her up
 >It's the fluffy foal you tried to wash; I guess you forgot to shut the safe room door all the way
 >She's crying her eyes out about how she needed to make poopies, but she got trapped in the “scawwy dawk”
 >I guess she got scared to the point where she forgot how to poop
 >You bring her over a trash can and gently squeeze her, helping her out a bit
 >Afterwards, she's all smiles; she even tries to hug your thumb
 >”Fank yoo daddeh! Fwuffy wub yoo! Hewp fund momma?”
 >You smile and you take her back to her safe room; similar cries tell you that Flu had woken up and decided one of her
 children was missing; why are fluffy ponies so possessive? It's not like they can do anything about it...
 >You set her back down; Flu, yet again gives her a big hug
 >This time she looks up at you lovingly
 >”Fank yoo daddy! Fwoo can' wuv babbehs wifout daddeh!”
 >Let's put that to the test, shall we? Tomorrow, they all die
 >To prepare for all of this, you've taken on a project that allows you to work from home
 >This of course allows you to spend more time with your fluffy ponies
 >They really are adorable; always full of smiles and the kind of innocence you yourself wished you could possess
 >Even things as simple as traveling across the floor to retrieve a toy was a life-changing experience to them
 >Today, as if it were any other day, you let your fluffies play in the living room
 >The male plays in the corner by himself, acting as the great hunter he so desperately wishes he could be, pouncing
 after balls and curtains
 >The other female, the one you're not as familiar with and the only one with wings, decides to try and take to flying
 >She's still a baby so her wings aren't even fully developed yet, but she's set on not letting that hold her back, even
 though it's been scientifically proven (in that they did it deliberately) that fluffy pegasi aren't able to fly
 >Eventually she tires herself out and gives up, usually starting to cry out of exhaustion
 >Her big (by virtue of the fact that he was born first) brother sees this and decides to try and help her out, all the
 while the baby of the family is cuddling with her mother
 >What a great life Flu has had; it's probably better than anything she could've ever imagined
 >She can die happy now, knowing that she's accomplished literally everything a fluffy pony mother could
 >She's not going to die ha-well, you know
 >You walk over to Flu and the foals and sit down on the ground
 >They waddle over to you, looking for huggies
 >The one with the wings hugs your knee; you pick her up first
 >She laughs at first, thinking you're about to play a game
 >You pet her for a bit until you pretend to look concerned
 >”Oh oh!”
 >”Wut wong, daddy?”
 >”Your wings are crooked!”
 >Fluffy pony looks terrified
 >”NUUU! WUT WONG WIF FWUFFY!? HEWP FWUFFY!”
 >Everyone else starts crying and hugging; it's like a misery orgy up in this piece
 >You pick her up and try to comfort her
 >”Don't worry little one! I can help you!”
 >You show the fluffy some fishing hooks and line your brought up from the basement
 >She looks apprehensive at first: “Wut shiny fing fow?”
 >You ignore her; you're done being nice to these things
 >You dig a fishing hook into each wing, causing the fluffy to yelp out with pain
 >”OWWIE! WY HUWT FWUFFY!?”
 >Flu looks on; she's a bit concerned, but she trusts you
 >You tie some fishing line to each end and grab on, pulling until it looks like she's an Olympic gymnast performing the
 rings
 >Fluffy is still crying in pain and Flu's still tensing up
 >All 4 of her hooves are off the ground at this point; she's almost thrashing in pain
 >”NUUUUU! NO MO' HUWT FWUFFY! WANT WINGIES!”
 >Again you offer no response as you continue to pull, her fluff starting to stretch with the actual wings
 >Flu's in tears at the point, but she hasn't tried to stop you yet
 >Finally the ripping sounds you were looking for show up as her wings give, coming clear off
 >Flu and the little one run to her aid, the stallion puffs up his cheeks and tries to attack you
 >”Wy daddy take fwuffy wingies!? Fwuffy need wingies to fwy! Giv fwuffy back her wingies!”
 >He bucks you in the knee, trying to get his point across
 >You grab him by the scruff of his neck and look at him sternly
 >”Now fluffy, what did I tell you about trying to hurt others? You could've given me a nasty bruise!”
 >He looks up at you, confused
 >”But yoo take fwuffy wingies! Fwuffy no huwt!”
 >You shake your head
 >”First you try and hurt my knee, and now insubordination! I'm sorry fluffy, but this can't go unpunished!”
 >His front has completely crumbled, going from trying to look intimidating to now peeing everywhere
 >”NUUUU! FWUFFY SOWWY!”
 >”It's too late for that now!”
 >You pick up the fluffy stallion; he has his hooves over his eyes before you ever get him in the palm of your hand
 >The beautiful part about pampering fluffy ponies is that they don't know how to respond to punishment, should it ever
 come their way
 >You so much as look at them sternly for a split second longer than you normally do, they crumble; it's glorious
 >You walk with the stallion into the kitchen; Flu follows you, sobbing and begging for you to give you back her son
 >”NUUUU! GIV MOMMA FWUFFY BACK! MOMMA MAKE FWUFFY SOWWY! PWOMISE!”
 >These things are just about the worst negotiators you've ever been made privy to; maybe you would've fared better if
 you had one as a lawyer
 >The kitchen, for whatever reason, is the only room in your house with a fan in it; you tie some fishing line to one end
 and the other to the fluffy pony
 >You let go; you can't help but chuckle watching him kick his hooves desperately
 >”FWUFFY WAN' DOWN! PWEASE WET FWUFFY DOWN!” HUU HUU HUU!”
 >You turn the fan on on its lowest setting; as it starts spinning, the fluffy lets out another blood curdling scream
 >Flu, at this point, finally catches on that this isn't your average discipline; she used to live in a house before
 this, she somewhat understands the ropes
 >She decides to try and do something about it
 >As you're watching the fluffy stallion fly (and eventually puke everywhere), she comes over and tugs on your pants
 >She tries to look as stern as a fluffy pony can; of course, she's as intimidating as a hug
 >”BWING FWUFFY DOWN! YOO NOT DADDY, YOO MUNSTAH! FWOO WAN BABBEH BACK NOW!”
 >Now you have her stamping her hooves; jeez, such malevolence
 >You shrug and grab a pair of scissors; “Like this?” you say as you cut the line
 >The fluffy flies into a wall with a thud; Flu lets out another yelp and runs over to him
 >She hugs him, doing everything within her power to try and make him feel better
 >He yelps in pain; you must've broken some bones
 >With Flu subdued, you go back to the living room; the smallest one is now tending to the now wingless pegasus
 >You pick her up, she looks at you right in your eyes
 >She's too scared to move
 >You tell her to stick out her tongue; not sure if she's refusing, or just too scared to respond
 >Regardless, you force her mouth open and grab her tongue
 >You jam a fish hook into her tongue; her screams are muffled by your hands
 >Flu's still a sobbing mess at your feet, pleading for you not to hurt her babies anymore
 >After tying some line to the hook, you dangle this fluffy off the ground
 >She's too small to even kick her hooves properly
 >You walk with her dangling through the house, prolonging her suffering; tears are streaming out of her eyes
 >Once you make it to the kitchen, you pull an Indiana Jones and spin her around your head for a few revolutions before
 smashing her on the kitchen table
 >You drop her in front of Flu so that she has a nice view of her foal bleeding to death
 >At Flu starts to hug the dying fluffy, but then she remembers the unattended one in the living room
 >She dashes as fast as she can to the living room, picking her up by the scruff of her neck with her mouth and sprints
 to the safe room
 >She tries desperately to close the door, but it's no use, there's absolutely nothing she can do to stop you
 >Despite this, you play along for a bit, pretending that you have no idea where they went
 >When you make it back to the safe room, you see a big puddle of piss underneath the overturned dog bed
 >You turn on the light, pretending to do your best “Jack Nicholson in the Shining” impression
 >”Now where did Flu and Worthless go? I've checked all over the rest of the house, they've completely disappeared! I
 have no idea where to look!”
 >Miraculously, you hear a faint voice from the bed: “Dun wowwy babbeh, munstah can' see us; we'll be fine.”
 >Is...is she actually trying to reassure this thing? Are these things really that fuckin' stupid? Oh my God!
 >You turn on the light, Flu lets out a tiny, frightened yelp
 >The Shining gives way to Jurassic Park as you wander around the room
 >You make it over to the bed and stand over it; you count to three before flipping it over
 >You hear the loudest sound to ever come from a fluffy pony as they try to get away
 >Fluffy ponies can run, but not very fast, and not for ver long; their hooves are just too prohibitively stumpy
 >They make it to the doorway before Flu trips and knocks herself silly, sending the foal flying
 >You calmly walk over, taking a screwdriver out of your hand and picking up the foal, kneeling next to Flu
 >She knows what's happening next; she's crying softly
 >Regardless, she tries one last time: “Pwease dun' huwt babbeh; babbeh dun' huwt hooman.”
 >In one motion, you sink the screwdriver into the right eye of the fluffy foal
 >One ear piercing scream later, you drop the foal on the ground in front of Flu and walk away
 >Walking back into the living room, you pretend that nothing happened
 >Eventually, Flu walk into the room, looking at the ground
 >”Pwease kiww' fwuffy. Fwuffy wan' die; see babbehs.”
 >You shake your head
 >”Why would I kill you? You're worth so much more to me alive.”
 >Grabbing Flu you walk outside and throw her into the street
 >She limps down the sidewalk, not making a sound
 >You go back into your bedroom and listen to that answering machine message one more time
 >Smiling and shaking your head, you delete it
 >You go to clean up all of the blood and corpses