The Final Piece

>Everything is set.
>The cute fluffy pony is tied to the table and it can’t move.
>It stares at you with fear in its eyes, “Fwuffy no wike dis game… pwease wet fwuffy go…”
>”Shut up you little shit bag!” You yell at it before smacking its nose.
>It starts to cry a little.
>You bring out the hooks and meticulously attach them to her hooves.
>”Owwie! Owwie! Owwie! No hewt fwuffy! Owwie!”
>It whimpers and mewls with each insertion.
>You the pull the cables stretching her legs out.
>She screams in agony as you do this.
>You tap her legs.
>”Oh this will not do, this will not do at all!”
>You slam down on her leg crushing the bones in it.
>”WaaaaaaHHHHH!! Fwuffy sowwy! Pwease! No hewt fwuffy no mo! Waaahhhhhh!!”
>You lean over and lick the tears from her face, delicious!
>You look right in her eye, “Cry some more you little cunt! CRY SOME MORE!”
>The fluffy is non-stop crying as you continue to crush her other legs.
>”Pwease no hewt fwuffy no mo… fwuffy wub yoo… fwuffy be gud fwuffy…”
>You laugh, “You’ld be a good fluffy? What, as a pet?”
>You start hitting the fluffy in its back feeling its spine give way.
>”You are nothing! You want to see a real pet bitch!?”
>You bring out your cat and sit it in front of the fluffy’s face.
>”This is a real pet, you are useless.” You hiss.
>The cat rears up and starts to swat the fluffy’s face repeatedly.
>You believe you broke all the bones you need to.
>You bring out the pot of boiling water.
>”Why do dis to fwuffy? Fwuffy gud fwuffy.”
>”Shut up you worthless piece of trash! There is no such thing as a good fluffy! None of you deserve to live!”
>The fluffy cries at your torment.
>You pour the boiling water over your helpless victim.
>”EEEEeeeeEeeEEEEeeeeeeEEE!!”
>It screams and wriggles as the boiling water sears its entire body.
>You move the table so you have access to its belly now.
>You bring out your knife and start to cut the skin along the legs.
>”Aaahhhhhhh! Hewt! Ahhhhhhh!”
>You continue to cut long the legs then down the belly.
>When it is sufficiently lacerated you grab the skin and start to pull.
>The fluffy’s skin comes off easily.
>After you remove her skin she is just a mass of quivering bleeding muscle.
>She just whimpers, her broken body dangling in the air.
>You snap her neck, you are done with her, you have her skin.
>The suffering is the key.
>You had just bought one of those new machines that will cure leather fast.
>When it’s done you carry it over to your master piece.
>You sew it into place…. Perfect!
>You hear a bell ring and you run to the front of the building.
>”Oh Twilight! Are you here for your saddle?”
>”Yes I am. Is it ready?”
>”Yes, just finished it.” You bring out the saddle you just sewed the fluffy skin to.
>Twilight put is on, “Oh Rarity, you make the softest most comfortable clothes, what is your secret?”
>”Oh thank you most sincerely Twilight, but I can’t give away trade secrets.” You wink at your good friend.
>”Oh and tell the princess I’ll have her robe and cloak ready next week.”
>”Ok, I’ll tell her. Thanks again, your clothes are worth every penny.”
>Ah yes, the princess.
>You start to pack to head to the Everfree Forrest.
>You walk in back and take down the broken fluffy’s carcass and put it in Opal’s food dish.
>”Opal! Eat up dear. Mommy’s heading out for a bit.”
>Time to harvest more fluffies.