Stray fluffy stallion

1/4
>Come home from work.
>Aww shit...flower bed is all torn up.
>Garbage in the driveway.
>You hear a noise coming from your trash cans.
>"Hewp! Hewp fwuffy! Dawk pwace nu smewl pwetty!"
>Look inside.
>It's the same fluffy pegasus stallion you chased away yesterday.
>This time he was raiding your garbage and fell in.
>You should just slam the lid on and send him to the dump.
>Nah...trash collection isn't until Monday.  He might escape.
>You need to do something more drastic.

>Fluffy pony looks up at you and cries.
>"Fwuffy wook fow nummies! Fwuffy fawl get owwies! Hewp!"
>He holds up his front legs, begging to be picked up.
>Oh, you pick him up alright.
>Grab fluffy by the mane...yank him out roughly.
>"Owwwiiieee! Huwt! Huwt! Owwwiiee!"
>Use your loudest, scariest voice;
"What did I tell you yesterday!? Keep off my fucking lawn!"
>Fluffy cries and thrashes his little legs.
>"Fwuffy sowwee! Pwease stawp huwt fwuffy! Wet fwuffy down!"
"Fuck no, bad fluffies who don't listen get punished!"

2/4
>Carry crying pegasus to the back yard.
>There's a little loop of wire hanging from the tree.
>You've done this before.
>Flip fluffy upside-down.
>"Whhaaaa! Nu wike! Pwease wet fwuffy go!"
>Slip the wire around his little fluffy balls.
>Pull it tight...drop fluffy.
>He falls, and stops with a hard *twang*.
>Fluffy screams and thrashes, making it worse.
>Leave him hanging by his balls.
>Fluffy cries for help "Nu weave fwuffy! Pwivate pwace huwt! Whhhaaaaahhhh!!!"
>Go inside.
>Get some Icy-Hot from the cabinet.
>Go back outside, fluffy is still screaming and crying.
>"Fwuffy be good...fwuffy go 'way...pwease hewp!"
>Smear Icy-Hot on his butthole.
>Screaming intensifies.
>"WHHHAAAAHHHH, Poopies pwace huwt! WHHAAAAAHHHH!!!"
>Fluffy thrashes in pain.
>Tiny wings flutter furiously...nothing happens.

>Leave him there, clean up the garbage.
>Fix the flowerbed.
>Okay...done...that didn't take too long.
>Fluffy cries for help...hoping you'll release him now that his mess is gone.
>"Pwease, pwease wet fwuffy go...fwuffy be good."
>Break a flexible stick off the tree.
>Strip the leaves off.
>"WHHaaaahhh! Pwease nu sowwee stick!"
>Whip the shit out of fluffy, all over his little body.
>About 24 whacks.
>Fluffy hangs by his nuts, screaming and bleeding.
>Go inside.
>Have some spaghetti for dinner.

3/4
Next morning.
>Go outside to check on fluffy.
>He's still hanging.
>Exhausted, sobbing in horrible pain.
>"Pwease...pwease hewp fwuffy...wet down...stawp owwies."
>Pick up the stick, give him two dozen more whacks.
>He screams and begs for your forgiveness.
>That's enough...untie his nutsack.
>Fluffy weeps in relief.
>Filthy animal actually tries to hug you.
>"Fank Mista...Mista stop owwies"
>Smack him across the face.
"Bad disgusting garbage fluffies like you don't get hugs."
>Lift him by his sensitive ears.
>Fluffy screams and flails.
>"Nu mowe owwies pwease!"
>Oh you're not done yet you little shit rat.
>Smear another glob of Icy-Hot on his butthole.
>"WHHAAA! Owwiee! Poopies pwace buwn!"
>His fluffy nutsack is stretched twice its normal length.
>Yank his nutsack tight, cram his nuts up his butthole.
>Icy hot burns his already swollen nuts.
>His sphincter tightens, squashing his nuts.
>Fluffy squeals in pain, little legs thrash.
>You're almost done with him.

4/4
>Drop fluffy on his face.
>"Owwwie! Whaaahhh!"
>Tries to lick his horribly painful butthole & nutsack.
>Kick him...he rolls off your lawn.
"Now get the hell out of here and never come back."
>The final insult.
>Get last night's leftover spaghetti.
>Put it on a plate...set it on your front steps.
>Fluffy sees it...whimpers and cries in hunger.
>"Pwease...pwease sketties fow fwuffy?"
"I said get out of here or I'll hurt you even worse."
>Fluffy is starving.
>He was scavenging garbage before...and he's been hanging by his nutsack all night.
>Perfect mental torture.
>He gazes at the spaghetti as tears run down his fluffy face.
>"Pwease...pwease sketties..."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
>You chase him and give him a painful whack with the stick.
>Crying his eyes out, fluffy runs in terror.

>It's been 2 months since he was your housepet.
>2 months since you got sick of his shit.
>2 months since your threw him out of your house.
>He still hangs around, thinking this is his home.
>This is the 5th time you've tortured him for coming back where he's not wanted.
>At least he doesn't call you "Daddee" anymore.
>Honestly, you're having more fun with him now than when he was your house-fluffy.