Winnowing (3/27/12) (never finished)

> Go to fluffy pony adoption center, the man behind the grimy shitty desk is just as grimy and shitty as the adoption center he runs.
> Fluffy ponies are literally packed into their cages to the top, they die incredibly quickly.
> Fluffy ponies develop a social class somehow in this confined situation, the smart, clean, strong ones always rise and stay on the top of the pile, the dead, stupid, and weak get shoved to the bottom.
> pick the entire top layer from the seven cages, leaving the semi-filthy "middle class" as the new ruling class, untill the owner gets more fluffies anyway.
> The stench is unberable as you scrape the cleaner fluffies from the top of the piles, the dead and dying vomiting, defecating, and occasionally bleeding everywhere in the middle of the pile.
> Fluffies cry pathetically as you life the cleaner happier ponies from the 3rd cage " WAAAAH! LIGHT HUWT!"
>These fluffies have managed to survive with literally almost zero oxygen, zero light, and by feeding off the 'upper class' 's shit.
> grab two of them when the owner isnt looking.
"yay! Fwy! fwy awo pwane!"
> You play airplane, 9/11 style, drivign their faces repeatedly into the cage.
> Toss one of them mewling back into the pile, the fluffies are shitting and pissing in terror while screaming "NO PWAY! NO PWAY!"
> Grab the other fluffy, loop her back hooves through the bars, begin to pull with all your might using the bar as a incredibly dull and unmoving splitting device.

> Fluffy pony's face is swollen and its mouth is missing three teeth, other fluffies are trying to help her.
> They are biting her and trying to pull against you, some of the unicorns are even trying to use what pathetic amounts of magic they can.
> Pretend to loose out in this tug of war
> fluffies in cage begin to celebrate, yank back with enough force to shatter the fluffies pelvis and dislocate her back legs.
"WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
> The fluffy screams out as you bluntly rip the fluffy in half, right over the other fluffies.
> This fluffy was pregnant as you discover when ripping her in half, she was gonna die anyway.
> Rip out the four babies and leave the ruined near dead pony carcess.
> Slam lid and move to final cage.
> Scrape the 8 fluffies who saw what you did and are terrified of you, try to dig their way to the bottom of pile.
> Fluffy pony social structure fell into pieces in this cage after they all knew "the munster!" was coming.
> Shit caked lower class fluffies surfaced, to be instantly blinded by the light.
> Think for a moment and simply close the lid after grabbing the cleanest ones who wenrt shit caked.
> Your truck out front had all 55 fluffy pony cages filled with shitting, pissing, horrificly smelling fluffies.
> Time to leave.
> Drive off in your truck, the gore spattered holding area of your moving truck terrified the fluffies, screaming and crying the whole way to your home.

> Get home after a loud, hot, painful ride for the fluffies.
> unload all of the fluffies into a 'holding area'
> fluffy ponies from your last run all three of the survivors huddle in the corner, they no longer shit or piss in terror. they hold it in because they know whats happens to those who do either when "the munster" is watching.
> leave the three of them alone with the new arivals for an hour, enough time for them to share their horror stories and to kick away any new arrivals that approached them. They were the only smart ones, smart enough for sale.
> harvest the three remaining ones and sell them off to extremely wealth individuals for 4000 times the price of a normal fluffy, these fluffies are terrified to shit or piss anywhere but their litter box, or outside away from the sight of humans.
> Surviving ponies cry and scream in complete sentences for help, the beatings and remarks of stupidity have caused them to be terrified of using anything but fully understandable English, again another reason to jack up the price.
> One of them even begins to pray to the lightbulb in the ceiling, Holy shit. Write pony off as religious, and sell to incredibly wealthy conservative baptists who pay out the ass for a fluffy pony that is "civilized, and religious."
> the 50 or so new arrivals are all the biggest stupidest fuckers you've seen yet.
> It's time for the hose.

> You know what's coming, the fluffies do to at this point as the three survivors tried to warn them before being dragged off screaming, crying, or simply having lost the will to keep fighting.
> You round the corner, the long concrete building is already filling with puddles of unholy ammounts of shit and piss.
> One fluffy approaches you as you walk into the room looking like a member of swat with the ammount of gear you have on.
"Wan go..no mean munster! Go! no pway! no fwend! We no wike!"
> It's adorable as fuck, a single Pegasus had the gall to approach you after not only hearing the horror stories, seen it first hand and then more or less tell YOU to fuck off?
> She's funny. Ill kill her last.
> Grab the firehose off the wall, turn it to lowest power. The ones in front are going to drown anyway, how the fuck they manage it you'll never know.
> Spray down the entire crowd of fluffies like a 1950's riot cop against a crowd of black panthers.
> Fluffies in the front are actually smart enough to TURN THE FUCK AROUND so they dont drown.
> Actually impressed. Turn hose power up to send them flying to the back of the room.

> Turn hose off after you see one awkwardly smack his neck into the wall, they were clean 4 mintues ago. You just wanted to get them into the corner with the hose.
> Take off your mask and step over the pathetically short 3 foot fence that the fluffies couldn't get over.
> Approach the group, pick up the pegasus that adressed you and clean her off. She's yours now.
"There are RULES HERE!"
>you bellow in a deadpan voice. The little shits dont get the message if you legitimately sound angry or happy.
"You go pepe and poo poo THERE!"
> Your gloved hand points to a very large grate taking up about 1/16th the entire area.
> Turning back to the crowd, you smile as a sold 20 of them immediately run over to the grate and start shitting and pissing their brains out.
> The pegasus in your hands is squirming like crazy, a rough shake stops her.
"I am the commander around here and you are my platoon!"
> Fluffies huddle around twitching near dead pony.
"Weakness will not be tolerated! If you love your friends and you love me, you will be the strongest and smartest fluffy ever known to man!"
> Gota build their hopes up. They seem to be very open right now to suggestions on how to behave.
> You reajust your gas mask and look at the pegasus that appraoched you
"DISRESPECT! will NOT be tolerated to a commanding officer!"
>With that you turn and leave still holding the fluffy pegasus, screaming for help as the fluffies who were once the upper crust of fluffy society, are treated like the bottom fluffies.
> Rounding the corner you punch the automatic feeder and shout out.
"LINE UP FOR CHOW!"
> Fluffies literally HORDE the feeding machine.
> Typical, you press another button.
>The entire floor around the feeding machine starts to vibrate like a jackhammer is pounding on it.

> The fluffies were starving, that's why they had immediately jumped on the sudden offer for food.
> They freak out, and jump away from the feeder.
> face mask and bellow the order again.
"I said, LINE! UP!"
> some fluffies are crying, but the other fluffies who still managed to remember what the surviving fluffies told them held back their tears and tried to get into the best line as possible.
> still holding the pegasus fluffy and walk up to the biggest sopping vagina you've ever seen for a fluffy, and that's saying something.
> Grab him by his rear legs and put him in a box labeled "lonely box" it's the best way for them to understand what isolation unit means.
> Other fluffies finally get message and get into a propper line.
> walk up and down the line, kicking one here and there for not being in line or looking straight ahead
>Still holding the fluffy pegasus who by this time is having trouble breathing as you hold her by the scruff of her neck.

> Walk over to feeder button and shout.
"ONE AT A TIME! Grab your food and go!"
> press the button and the feeder drops a small easy open bag of food, first fluffy immediately grabs the bag and runs to the corner near a very shallow water trough.
> process repeats untill all fluffy ponies have their bags of food, one of them figures out how to open it. Rest follow by example.
> Squat down to sniffiling pegasus held udner arm now to prevent her from suffocating, placing her on the ground.
"Yo...you..yous a munster.."
> The pegaus manages to squeeze out, you cruely laugh as you pat her on the head.
" Im not a monster, If I wanted to I could have just spent this entire day horrifically killing you all. I need the smartest and strongest fluffies possible. Now go tell them that."
> Deep down you are a sick twisted monster, You thrive on watching each new group develop a working social structure to show just how smart they are, even if they know how pointless it is. you always bring their society crashing down.
> Check watch for time, 15 mintues past feeding time.
"TIMES UP! ALL FOOD BAGS, IN THE PIT!"
> Two fluffies manages to swallow the large plastic bags, and another had managed to suffocate in one.
> scrape their bodies up as the other fluffies throw their food bags away.

(Originally posted by "Fluffybuse" on 4chan's /mlp/, thread 862065, 2012 March 27.)