Special Treatment (7/27/12) (didn't read lol)

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This is based off someone else's story, but that one didn't have an ending, it just had a "Choose your own form of torture and write about it" ending. Was annoyed by that, it had a promising premise. So here it is reworked into a longer story.

> Be a guy who enjoys mind games and mental torture. Fascinated by the mind you usually experiment with fluffy ponies. Simple things usually, like Pavlovian conditioning and such.
> You've grown bored with that, you've now decided to embark on an ambitious fluffy pony mind experiment.
> Sneak into a fluffy pony shelter around 6:00 pm. It doesn't open 'till 8:00 pm, so you're fine.
> No alarms, good, don't want a repeat of last time where all the fluffies shat it terror at the alarm noises.
> Wrecked your shoes.
> You're looking for something very specific, not any old fluffy will do.
> Glance over at a cage with exactly what you're looking for.
> In the cage is a sleeping gray earth mare, with two little foals nestled in her fluff.
> One is pink with a red mane, the other red with a pink mane. Both old enough to walk and talk. Should be able to eat solid foods in a couple of weeks. Both have tiny little balls, indicating gender as male.
> Perfect!.
> Quietly oped the cage door and slip your hand inside. Almost have a foal in your grasp when the mare wakes up!
> "Nu! munst-" quickly snap her neck before she can cause a ruckus.
> Place the two sleeping foals into a shoebox with holes. Take them home.
> By the time you get home, the foals have awoken squeaking "Why dawk?!" "whewe mumma!?" "Mumma hewp, scawed!".
> You dump them both onto a table that has been remade into a little fluffy pen. Has walls so the fluffies don't fall.
> The little fluffballs are terrified and asking for their "mumma".
> "Your mumma's gone away to a nice place, I'm your daddy now" you announce in a soft voice.
> The foals cry in protest. "Nuu! wan mumma!" "Mumma haf miwk!" "Wuv mumma!"
> You feign disappointment, acting sad that they have rejected you. "Oh goodness, what do I do? You fluffies hate me! Now who will I give this delicious milk too?"
> The foals change their attitudes, having a natural (or built in) instinct to love humans. "Nu cwy mista! Babbehs wuv mista! Mista gif miwk?"
> You make an evil grin to yourself, it begins.
> "Nummies! You cheer as you set down a shallow little dish of fluffy milk. They waddle over excitedly, but you pluck the little pink one up before he can get there.
> "No no, little guy, those nummies are for your brother. Your nummies are over here".
> Set him down next to another bowl. He approaches it happily squeaking "nummies!" until he sees it's filled with ordinary tap water.
> "Wah? wawa? Why no miwk?"
> "Milk is for special fluffies, are you special?" you ask the pink foal.
> "Fwuffy spesheiw! Mumma say so aww da time!" he cheers confidently.
> "But your mother isn't here anymore. I'm taking care of you now, and I say that only your brother is special"
> The pink foal looks over at his red twin, who is happily lapping up his meal. "Bu.. fwuffy wan' miwk. Pwease gif?" he says, waddling over to the milk bowl.
> His brother pushes him away "Nuu, dis mah food, daddeh say you no spesheiw! Onwy spesheiw fwuffies can haf!"
> Perfect, the little red one has taken the bait, he already believes he's better than his brother. Fuffies are like kids, very open to suggestion. Fluffy babies are even easier.
> The pink foal waddles over to his water dish humbly and laps up his drink.
> After they finish, you tell them it's time for sleep. The pink one whines, saying that he's still hungry.
> "Waaah! Stiww hung'y! Wawa no make tummy fuww! Wan miwk!"
> You remind him that he's not special before setting down a little dog bed with a blanket. The twins waddle over to it, and once again, you pick up the pink one and direct him to an old cot.
> "Bu'.. dis no comfy, wan be in comfy wawm bed wif bwudda!". You lean over to him and say "Comfy beds are for special fluffies, you're not special". "Nu spesheiw!" the red foal echoes.
> You go tuck in the red one and kiss his forehead gently. "Wan kiss too!" the pink one squeaks. You say only special fluffies get kisses.
> "Hey little buddy, you're gonna need a name" you smile at the red foal who is snuggled like a child in his blanket. "Yaay! Wha' ma name!?" he cheers.
> Pick the name Teddy because it was the first thing you thought of, doesn't matter what his name is.
> "Yaaay! Teddy wuv name!" the red one cheers. Almost on cue, the pink one asks "Wha' mah name?".
> "Only special fluffies get names" you say coldly. "An' I no spesheiw" he says forlornly. Perfect.

> Three months later, your experiment is still on going. You treat the red foal, Teddy, with all the love a fluffy could ask for, while simultaneously shunning his "not special" nameless pink twin.
> Teddy get's brand new toys, while his twin gets old raggedy toys. Teddy gets spaghetti for dinner, while his twin gets regular fluffy chow. Teddy sleeps in a comfy bed with pillows and covers, while his twin sleeps on a thin blanket on the hard floor of the safe room.
> Teddy is slightly bigger than his twin, having been better fed. He is also a lot more exuberant and cheerful. While his twin always waddles slowly, in a constant state of humbleness. Rarely laughs and only smiles meekly when he plays with his ragged toys.
> It's Christmas morning, your fluffies are ecstatic over all the gifts. Every single one is wrapped in colorful paper. One by one, Teddy is given presents to open (with your help) while his twin just sits there waiting.
> After Teddy had opened his last gift, his twin speaks up. "Whewe mah pwezzies?" he peeps hopefully. You produce a small present wrapped in brown paper and twine from the back of the tree.
> He squeals in delight, opening the gift (without any help) after a few minutes he gets it open. His face goes back to a frown.
> "Wah?.. c..cowe? Bu' am good fwuffy! Why Santa Cwaws do dis?"
> "Why do you think?" you ask, Teddy snuggling on your lap with a new rubber ball in hoof.
> The poor little nameless colt frowns "'Cause I no speshiew" he sighs, looking at the black little rock.
> It's time.
> Later that night, during dinner, you sprinkle some iron supplements into the pink fluffy's chow. Phase two of your experiment has begun.

> Spring soon comes, the fluffies are now old enough to mate, and just in time for fluffy mating season. The twins are getting antsy, humping the air every time they see a feral mare walk by the window.
> You decide to arrange a breeding session.
> Picking up a pretty young mare from the kennel (legally this time) you bring her home, naming her Brenda.
> Brenda is pale yellow with a white mane.
> The twins are stoked, humping the air in anticipation when they see Brenda.
> You release the twins into the back garden, they thrust into the air, waiting for you to take Brenda out of her cage and set her down on the grass.
> The instant you do they rush over, and like always, the pink one is stopped.
> Placing him in Brenda's empty cage, he protests. "Nuu! Daddeh pweas don' put fwuffy in cage! Wan gif pwetty mawe spesheiw hugs!"
> "But buddy, special hugs are for special hugs are for special fluffies. You aren't special remember?"
> The pink fluffy is devastated. You've deprived him of love, attention, good food, now you're denying him sex.
> You place him down on the grass in the cage. It's just like one you'd put a rabbit or a ferret in.
> The fluffy is forced to watch in agony as his brother humps the living shit out of Brenda. Both Teddy and Brenda are having a grand old time.
> "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Wan' gif spesheiw hugs! Wan giwl fwuffy! WAAAAAAA!" the pink one cries as he thrusts his little fluffy dick in between the bars of his cage.
> Mating season passes, the nameless pink twin is never allowed to give special hugs to Brenda, whom Teddy declares to be his "Special Friend".
> Inevitably, Brenda becomes pregnant. She and Teddy coo about their upcoming litter. The pink twin just has more reasons to be sad now. "Wan' spesheiw fwen' and babbehs too" he weeps.
> Brenda is treated the same way Teddy is. A bigger bed is purchased so Teddy and Brenda can sleep side by side, though Teddy's twin is forbidden from using Teddy's old bed.
> Brenda is told that her mate's brother isn't special. She accepts this without question.
> Brenda and Teddy romantically share spaghetti dinners from a large bowl. It's adorable, like a fluffy lady and the tramp.
>Teddy's nameless twin is still given regular fluffy chow.. laced with iron supplements. You've been watching the twin, he's been getting bigger quickly. He's now the same size as his red brother.

> Two weeks pass and Brenda is all round and preggo like any fluffy mare with babies on the way would be.
> Finally the day arrives, Brenda yells about "big poopies". You and Teddy race to her side to help deliver. Teddy's twin is not allowed in the birthing area.
> Brenda gives birth to four healthy foals. Two unicorns, one blue colt and one pink filly. One purple filly pegasus, and one green earth colt.
> The family is happy as can be, Brenda is delighted to nurse the foals, and Teddy is happy also. The only one who isn't is Teddy's brother, who is forbidden to go near his nieces and nephews.
> Soon the foals are able to walk and talk, but still drink milk from Brenda. They're exactly the same age Teddy and his brother were when you first brought them home! Ah, memories.
> At first, the foals wanted to play with their pink uncle, and "no name" was happy to since he rarely got to play.
> You of course explained the status quo to the foals, that their uncle wasn't special and that he couldn't play. They obliged and peeped "Unca nu spesheiw!"
> The pink fluffy cried himself to sleep that night. You could hear him in the living room (he was no longer allowed in the safe room because there needed to be room for the foals) crying.
> *sob* "W-why evwy fwuffy spesheiw bu' mee-hee-heeee!? Don' wan name, don' wan sketties, onwy wan' wub, onwy wan hugs an' wub fwom daddeh!".
> You hear the whole thing and feel a pang of guilt. Despite all your neglect, the nameless pink fluffy still holds out hope for your love. Amazing, you were worried you had broken his spirit by now. It's time to begin phase three of the experiment.

> The weeks go by and you continue to slip iron supplements into the pink fluffy's food. You upped the dosage and it's worked like black magic. Pink no name has gotten huge! He now stands half a fluffy head taller than his brother.
> Teddy has taken notice "Why pink bwudda so big? Pink bwudda is giant!" the red fluffy remarks.
> The pink twin starts to get a prideful look on his face. NO! not yet! You chime in "Yes, but he's not special is he?"
> The pink twin frowns again as a verbal assault from the foals of "Nu spesheiw!" cascade down on him. Order restored.
> Later that night, you sneak oh so quietly up to the pink twin's cot. Placing a pair of headphones over his ears and pushing play on the ipod. A message is played.
> Your voice saying "Teddy isn't special, you are! It's the truth. You should have all the good toys, you should have all the good nummies. You're bigger than Teddy now, you're bigger than Brenda and her foals. Brenda should be your special friend, you're the special one. If you take what's yours... daddy will love you."
> Play this into his ears every night, and start to see it effect his behavior. He starts to walk around more confidently, he bumps Teddy and Brenda when they get in his way. He even sometimes takes new toys from the foals.
> Teddy tells you of his misdeeds, but you assure him that his brother isn't special like he is. You give the pink twin a stern talking to every time, but when on one is looking, you give him a small single pet on the head.
> Pink no name reacts to this with surprise, you'd never given him attention like that before.

> The foals have now been weaned off milk, their tiny teeth start to come in and you make a big show of it.
> "Hooray babies! You have teeth now! You get to have big fluffy food!". They all cheer in excitement and pride as they are given their first taste of spaghetti. They love it, naturally.
> You set down their water dishes, but inside they discover that it is not water, but brown milk.
> "This is special milk, babies! Since this is such a special day! This is called chocolate milk!"
> Teddy bursts into a cheer! "CHOCWIT!" he exclaims, waddling over to his bowl. He and his no name brother had been given Hershey's chocolate kisses back at Christmas when they were foals. They both loved it, but only Teddy was allowed to have more than one.
> The little foals all lap up their chocolate milk, encourage by their parents delight.
> Pink no name however, is given plain old tap water. He had never had anything else since he got here, so he was used to it.
> But now, all the other fluffies are having something that he KNOWS tastes good, something he's not allowed to have.
> You can see the pained look in his eyes, you can see him looking at Teddy and Brenda's foals drinking happily. You can tell they remind him of his brother who was always given milk when they were little, while he was given only water.
> You quietly crouch down and whisper in his ear "If only you were special, you could have that too" you say it as you pet him gently.
>"But oh well, I guess you'll never be special, not as long as Teddy and all his special little babies are around" you say retracting your petting hand.
> You watch your pink fluffy, the one you'd never given a name, as his face changed from one of sadness to one of rage. His little brow furrowing, his little muzzle scrunching up making him bear his little teeth.
> It begins.

> The pink twin rockets over to his brother, faster than you've ever seen a fluffy go. He rams Teddy in the side hard, sending him barreling into Brenda. The couple slides across the floor to the opposite end of the kitchen.
> "Owchies!" Teddy whines "Why bwudda do dat? Why hwt Teddy!?". Teddy looks over to see his twin stomping on the little purple pegasus filly who is sealing in horror.
> Teddy springs into action "Nu huwt babbeh!" he shouts as he rushes over, forgetting ow big his twin has become.
> The big twin raises up on his hind legs, and brings a front hoof down on Teddy, who slams hard into the side of the water dish, spilling milk everywhere.
> The other foals panic and squeal as they are drenched, the two unicorns scramble over to their mother who has now righted herself.
> "Is otay babbehs! Mumma hewe!" Brenda cries as her pink and blue babies huddle underneath her. She notices that two of her younglings are missing. She looks over to the water dishes and shrieks.
> The purple filly pegasus lies dead, it's head crushed in by her uncle.
> Pink no name turns his attention to the green earth colt, who in the panic, waddled the other way toward the table leg. The young foal is now pitifully trying to hide behind it.
> No name stomps over and grabs the foal by the tail, dragging him out into the open.
> "Nuuu mummeeee! Hewp Piwwow! Hewp babbeh!" oh yeah that's right, the babies have names now.
> The green one is named Pillow, the purple pegasus filly was named Cluddly, the blue unicorn colt is Wiggle, and the pink unicorn filly is Lemonade. The parents named them, go figure.
> Anyways, no name tosses Pillow into the wall, the impact isn't fatal but the fall is. Pillow breaks his neck. DEAD.
> Brenda howls in dismay. "Nuuuuuuu! Piwwow! Mamma wuv you!" she wails. You crouch down to her and whisper for her to run with her remaining foals.
> Opening the door for her she bolts, with the unicorns riding on her back. "Fank 'oo dadda! She says as she leaves.
> You look down on the floor to see that Wiggle fell off his mother's back. His little front leg is bent the wrong way. "Owie! Mumma don' weave Wiggwe! Weggie no wowk, no can' wun!"
> Brenda is too far away to hear him, she's bookin' it across the grass with Lemonade.
> Teddy has staggered to his feet, blood is coming out of his nose, he looks over at his two dead babies then to his brother who is already attacking Wiggle.
> The raging pink twin has Wiggle's head in his mouth, shaking the blue unicorn back and forth to muffled screams.
>Before Teddy can say anything, Wiggle's body drops from his uncle's mouth, a spectacular spray of blood follows. The pink twin spits Wiggle's little head out of his mouth.
> Teddy is in tears now "Nuuu! Why bwudda? Why kiww Teddy's babbehs!? Dey yo' famwee too!"
> The pink brother snarls "Nu! Nu ma famwee! Fwuffy haff no famwee! Haff no name, no nuffin! Not as wong as you wound!" he stamps his little marshmallow hooves, usually pink, now stained with blood.
> Teddy starts to cower a little. "P-p-pwease bwudda.. Teddy wub you! Teddy nevew mean make you feew bad.."
> The pink fluffy's eyes soften, he looks at his red brother and seems to be feeling some regret...
> Not if you have anything to say about it. "D'aaw Teddy" you smile "That's a nice thing to say about your brother, you're so SPECIAL"
> That's the trigger word. Teddy's pink brother screams in rage, he charges his smaller brother.
> Teddy squeals as he turns around to run from his berserker twin, but he's not fast enough. Teddy is tackled to the ground by his brother who pushes one mighty hoof down on his head.
> Teddy's face is submerged into his brother's water bowl. You watch in awe, irony and the symbolism making you almost want to cry.
> Teddy thrashes around for a whole minute, he pisses, he voids his bowels, he burbles and screams.
> He drowns.
> You've remained silent the entire time, and you continue to do so as Teddy's pink brother looks to the open door. He sees Brenda and Lemonade, who are cornered in the backyard (what'd you think you let them out the front door? HA!)
> Brenda is in a panic as her crazed brother in law approaches her. "Nuu! No Teddy's bwudda! No huwt me! No huwt wast babbeh!".
> The mad stallion approaches Brenda and Lemonade, he tosses Lemonade away from her mother. Leaping on Brenda, he stomps her back legs until they break.
> You watch from the window, curious to see how this next part will play out. You're pretty sure you know what he's going to do but.. oh well that's a surprise.
> Pink no name has actually mounted Lemonade! You expected him to mount Brenda, but this is a curve ball. Delightful.
> Lemonade struggles and squeaks in pain "Owwiiieee! Wemonade no wike huwties in pee pee pwace! Das spechiew pwace! No mo'!". Lemonade is just a filly, she wont reach breeding age for three more months at least.
> All the while, Brenda has been dragging herself feebly across the grass, trying to get to her last baby. Pink no name is meanwhile thrusting with all his might into the little filly with a series of "ENF ENF ENF" sounds synonymous with fluffy sex.
> Brenda reaches her baby, just in time to hear a very loud crack, followed by a dying squeal.
> The big pink fluffy finishes his assault with a loud grunt, and almost six months worth of blue balls is emptied out into Lemonade's deceased little corpse.
> He dismounts the dead pink filly, and backs away to admire his work. Brenda is wailing in agony as she cradles her daughter in her arms.
> Big guy isn't done yet apparently, he gets behind Brenda and pushes her down, causing her to flatten her dead, sticky daughter.
> The pink twin (formerly a twin I guess) bites Brenda's tail as he humps. She's too busy crying to protest.
> "Teww meh I'm spesheiw! Teww meh!" The stallion commands.
> *sob*.. y-y-y you spe-speshiew!" Brenda screams.
> "Das wight!" he grunts, finishing. Brenda has tears streaming down her fluffy little face, she looks up at the crazy pink stallion.. "Y-you finished? No m-m-mowe huwties?". Pink no name grunts.
> "Awmost" he says as he lunges down, stomping Brenda's head in.
> "NNNUUUUUuuuu-* ((CRUNCH)).

> You spend the rest of the night cleaning the mess made by the remaining fluffy. It's not too hard, but Teddy's poo stinks a bit. Teddy's brother flops down on one of the vacant dog beds in the safe room. Ny the time you've finished, it's 8:00 at night.
> You prod the sleeping fluffy awake. "Hey buddy, you're filthy, want a bath?"
> The pink fluffy looks at you with surprise. "Baff? Weawwy!?". He's excited, he's never gotten a warm bath before, he was always sprayed clean with a hose.
> Sure pal, let's go. You pick him up and cradle him, this is the first time you have ever done this. You draw a warm, shallow bath with bubbles and a rubber ducky.
> The fluffy has the time of his life, you giggle, you laugh, you boop his nose.
> After he's dried off, you offer him a hug. He's never gotten a hug from you, his eyes are full of happy tears.
> You give him the biggest, longest hug you've ever given. The rest of the night is spent playing with him. All the toys, blocks, balls, stuffed animals.
> He has a huge smile on his face, his eyes are full of life like they haven't been since you first brought him home.
> You serve him spaghetti and milk, it's the best thing he's ever eaten.
> At bed time, you tuck him in, read him a story, and hiss his forehead.
> The next morning, you wake him up with a hug. You tell him you love him.
> "Wub you too dadda!.. daddeh.. can um.. can fwuffy haf name now?"
> You smile "Yes you can, you're a special fluffy after all". He squeals with delight "Yaaaay! Tank you daddah! Wha' mah name!? Wha mah name!?.
> You reach behind your back for your stun gun... "Sparky".
> The stun gun's two nodes latch to the fluffy's head and shoot bolts of electricity into his brain.
> You do a mental count down.
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
...6
...7
...8
...9
... and 10.

>Total Memory Reset.

Epilogue.

> You are a fluffy pony, your fluff is pink with some red fluff on your head and tail, and you have no idea where you are.
> There is a human sitting in front of you giving a smile. Is he your daddy?
> "Whewe fwuffy?" you ask.
> "You're in your house. This is your safe room, these are your toys, and I'm your daddy" he says.
> Hooray! You have a daddy! This is wonderful!
> "Yaaaay! Wub you daddy! Huggies?!". He's hugging you! This is great!
> You spend your days eating spaghetti and playing with your toys. Your daddy lets you sit on his lap while he watches picture box. He calls you his very special fluffy. Life is good.
> At night you snuggle into your big bed with lots of blankets, and your little stuffed bear you call "Teddy" is always beside you.
> You love Teddy, he's red with a pink belly. Sometimes you look at Teddy and you feel sad.. like something is missing in your life. Then you hug him tighter and that makes you feel a little better.
> You curl up into your little bed, you love the bed, it smells good. Smells like milk and sketties, smells like babies... smells like.... Teddy.

The End.