Sins of the Fluffy Ponies

Originally posted by anonymous author(s) on 4chan's /mlp/, thread 862065.

>Fire Burns
>Souls Scream
>There sit the damned puff ball, literally embedded into the rock itself at the mid-section.
>Rear-end exposed for torture
>front to let out the screams
>every hour (by our reckoning of time, for time is meaningless in this place of nightmares) a demonic form takes a hot iron and presses it into the fluffy one's genitals.
>the fluffy screams in agony
>"Why huwt fwuffie?! All fwuffie wanted was gwive hwuggies!
>The demon laughs
>"Maybe you should've asked them nicely first!"
>"Hey!" the fluffy one responds indignantly, "ifs they no wants hwuggies then they no dwess wike swuts!"
>the demon responds to this with the iron
>the fluffy sinner screams
>such is life in this place of many names, that for convenience, we will call
>hell

>smoke of sulfur
>sky of red
>the fluffy pony is submerged in water
>her lungs eternally burn
>she never drowns
>she never knows the peace of death, for she has already died and must now suffer for her sin
>she sits forever in the pain that precedes the dark
>the time come for her to ask to question, to be reminded why she is suffering
>a demon pulls her from the cursed water
>"It not my fwualt! Why fwuffie suffer?!"
>"Why did you drown five owners?"
>"Dey dwoned my fwiends!"
>"No, the first one did."
>"Yea! So I dwoned him back!"
>"And the next four? Who each cared and loved you?"
>"Dey had it comin'! Dey woulda twyed to dwon me! Dey all twy eventuawy! Stwike Fiwst! Stwike Hawd!"
>the demon sighs and throws the fluffy back into the abyss
>the limbo of pain where she forever tetters on the edge of death, and never knows her sweet embrace
>such is life in hell

>jagged mountains of crimson rock
>continent sized deserts of blood soaked sands
>a damned fluffy walks in an endless expands of hot coals
>every step he takes causes flames to briefly lick up and singe his fur and body
>he is yolked to a large cart in which a demon sits with a whip
>the demon cracks the whip to keep the fluffy advancing
>*crack*
>the fluffy watches the flames come and go as he moves on
>"Why pwetty fiwe go away? Why not stay?"
>*crack*
>"Fiwe vewy pwetty...full of pwetty cowors..."
>*crack*
>"make pwetty scweams..."
>*crack*
>"hole buidwing of pwetty scweams...."
>*crack*
>there is no destination, there is only this endless journey
>such is the life of the damned...

(Original author's note from part one: "I leave the rest to you, mighty anons. Remember, only sinful fluffies burn, their punishment cannot be mindless, it must reflect the crime or hell has no meaning.")