greedy fluffy

(this isnt going to be part of the Rox stories)

>Today you found a family of fluffies in your yard. 1 mother with are body and green mane, 1 father who has a black body and yellow tail, a filly with a rainbow mane and orange body and a colt which has a brown body with a purple mane.
>The wind is blowing and its getting dark and colder.
>you walk out into your yard to see a shivering pile of fluff.
>The family doesnt see you until you are a bout 3 feet away.
>"AAAHHH.." "NU HEWT FWUFFY FAMWY!" the father screams in fear while defecating on his family behind him which in turn elicits the response of "eeww" and "no smeww pwetty".
>They are so scared, you feel so bad for them and offer them solace in your home.
>The father isnt sure but the well-being of his family leaves him with no choice.
>You take them inside but the mother cant follow suit. It appears she is limping form an injury a while ago.
>As she struggle to get the foals on her back the father too tries to help but is too weak. It seems they haven't eaten today
>You kneel down and pick them all up. They aren't heavy. They weigh the same as a deflated basketball all together.
>The mother is worn out but manages to speak "Tank yoo mistah".
>"Polite little thing" you think to yourself
>You get inside and set them down on the table and fetch them some pillows to get comfy.
>Its just turned 10:30 PM and the foals are sleepy as are the parent and yourself.
>You put them in the sink and gently clean them off. They complain at first but start to enjoy it.
>you get some blankets and wrap them up and rest them on the pillows. As soon as their heads touch the pillow, they are asleep.
>The next morning you get up early to a god awful smell. "Shit" you think to yourself.
>Entering the other room you find the source of the smell.
>A small steaming turd on the floor, looks like it was done recently.
>You look at the table and see the pile of fluff sleeping soundly....but where is the father?
>You hear a faint sobbing behind the chair. Well, at least he is still alive.
>You go round the other side of the chair to see him in a pool of his own tears repeating "m..m..made b..b..bad p.p.p.poopies"
>"AAHH" he screams as he sees you. "Din' mean' make poopies on fwoor. sawy sawy sawy sawy".
>"Come here" you say to him in a soft voice.
>"Pwease no hewt. Fwuffy sawy" he says in a sad tone of voice.
>You pick him up and tickle his belly to make him more comfortable.
>His giggles wake up his family.
>"Where husban'" says the mother. "Where daddy?" say the foals in unison.
>"He is here" you say to them.
>You look back the smiling fluffy who still has some tears in his eyes "Why did you poop on my floor" you say in a voice that's non threatening but stern.
>"Couldn' fin' witter bow" replies the fluffy sadly.
>These fluffies must have had an owner before you found them.
>"Its ok" you tell him. "It was an accident this time. Just dont do it again"
>"Fank yoo fow not hewting fwuffy" he says in a modest tone
>Later on that day after another bath for the father the foals are nursing form their mother and  the parents are eating some cabbage you had in the fridge,
>"Daddy" the father speaks. "Can fwuffy famwy haff name"
>The mother and 2 foals come over and sit next to the father.
>"OK" you say.
"YAY!" "Daddy give fwuffies names" they cheer in unison with each other.
>"You can be strawberry" you say to the mother. "You can be Alex" you say to the father. "You can be skittles" you announce to the filly."And you can be Robin" you say to the colt.
>"YAY YAY YAY" they cheer and shout. "Tank yoo daddy" they all say



>Life goes well for the next weeks days. You give them spaghetti if they are good for 3 days straight and fluffy chow if they are not good.
>They learned how to use the litter box you got them in a week. And the foals now eat normal food.
>One day Alex comes up to you and says "Why no have sghetties evwy day?" he says with a sad tone.
>"You cant have it every day, because I dont have enough for you all everyday" you say with a smile in a lame attempt to cheer him up.
>"OK" he says in a dejected tone and continues eating his fluffy chow.
>Another few days go by with only one incident where Robin poop on the floor.
>You were heartbroken for him after you put him in the sorry box. Hearing his cries and sobs made you tear up as well. But life goes on


>One night you are are awoken by  by a scream coming from Strawberry.
>You dart into the other room to see Skittles and Robin dead on the floor and Alex bucking Strawberry in the face.
>You run across the room shouting and pick up Alex by the scruff of his neck and throw him in the sorry box. You dont care about his screams.
>Upon inspecting the younger ones, you find they nearly suffocated but are just alive. You turn to Strawberry and find she is missing a tooth and has sever concussions to her head.
>It takes all night to get her to calm down but she is still in pain. Poor thing.
>You rest her and her kids on your bed and tell them to go to sleep. The kids curl up in the mother fluff and hug each other until they are asleep.
>You take Alex to the basement so his cries dont disturb the others,
>"WHY DID YOU TRY TO KILL YOUR FAMILY?!" you shout at him.
>You get an unexpected answer. "No wuv famwy any mo" he says.
>"Why not?!" you say to him in an angry voice.
>"Dey stop fwuffy fwom havin' sghetti evwy day" he says trying to sound innocent
>You carry him upstairs and enter your room to find the mother and children awake and hugging.
>You throw him onto the bed with an "owies" coming from the bastard fluffy.
>You demand he says sorry for what he has done.
>He gets a big pout on his face and says "Nu wanna". He the proceeds to turn around and shit all over his family. This according to the cunt is funny and starts laughing at them.
>The mother doesnt take this well, and neither do you. Before you can do anything Strawberry has turned around and crapped on him and given the biggest kick she possibly could straight into his face.
>You make a mental note to burn the sheets.
>You tell Strawberry to look after the foals while you sort out the little shit.
>"Why hewt fwuffy" he cries as he holds his broken nose.
>He notices you standing over him to which he responds with "Pwease, wan' upsies".
>You go towards the basement but dont take him down. Oh no. That would be too good for the dick-munch. This time you throw him downstairs. He lands with a satisfying thud.
>You think you heard a couple legs break. You dont care.
>You sit him on your work bench and ask him why he thinks he is down here.
>"Fwuffy no care" he says defiantly.
>"Wet me have sghettis or make yoo sawy" he says in an attempt to be threatening.
>You just laugh at him. "You can't make me sorry, you little bitch".
>In retaliation he turns around and squats in order to release a turd so monstrous, it actually is bigger that the fluffy himself.
>You are taken back by this.
>You dont like this. You ram his face into it and force him to eat it. Despite his protests he manages to eat it without throwing up. And it only took him an hour.
>You find amusement in his pain because he found it in yours.
>"Fwu fwu fwuffy hate you" he says through his tears.
>You find this amusing. At the sound of your laughter Alex finally snaps..."Wan' die".
>You happily carry out his final wishes. But you want this to be painful.
>You look around and find what you are looking for. A mother fucking power sander.
>You show him the sound it makes in order to make his last moments worse for him.
>You raise his front leg and put the sander next to it. "NU!" you hear from the fluffy as he struggles, but you dont care. Despite his protests you turn it on and slowly move it closer to his leg as he watches in fear.
>"This is going to be fun" you think toy yourself.
>You put the sander on his hoof and start sanding it down. His screams and begging only fuel your rage.
>You go all the way down until his leg is no more. And the same with his other legs.
>By the end he is nothing but a screaming puddle of blood.
>"No wan' die any mo'" he pleads hoping for mercy.
>His cries do nothing for you other than make you furious.
>"One last thing" you say to him. He looks up and you spit in his face.
>You take the bloody sander and push it into his face. His screams turn to gurgles then to silence.
>You take the corps and the fluffy dust and dump it in the trash.



>Now your rage has calmed you go to see Strawberry and the kids to tell them its ok and Alex is gone.
>After a bath with lots of hugs and laughter they are finally clean.
>You take the sheets and put them in the trash along with the other piece of shit you used to call a pet.
>You settle down for the night but the mother and kids are still a bit upset. "Can we go to sweepies wiff  daddy pwease?"  Skittles asks.
>"come on then" lifting them up into your bed. You tell them that they can have spaghetti if they are good tomorrow.
>But the memory of what happened is still burned into their minds.
>You cuddle up with them and they manage to get to sleep.
>You drift off but are sure you heard some small whimpering.