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- >being an evil shit named Scott
- >old man kicked you out of the house for smoking weed and not getting a job
- >been living on friends couches for a couple months
- >decided you wanted to get your old fluffy back from whatever breeder he was sold to.
- >picked the wrong place the first time. found a mare who was being teased by the other mares.
- >killed them all… all except for the bullied one. her name is Flame.
- >she hates fluffies, too.
- >you’ve sort of bonded.
- >your friend doesn’t know you brought her home. tell Flame to hide behind the couch when he’s around
- >she’s pretty clever for a fluffy. smarter than that other piece of crap you used to own
- >fucking bored. decide to walk up to 7-11 for a late-night burrito. maybe grab a salad for Flame.
- >being the Zodiac Fluffy Killer, aka Brett Hipster.
- >fucking hate fluffy ponies.
- >got caught setting up your last pony deathtrap, shot in the shoulder
- >you’re almost healed. another few days and they send you to county jail until your trial
- >fucking fluffy ponies. they shouldn’t count for anything. but you’re gonna get animal cruelty charges for torturing them
- >plus arson charges for trying to set that cunt’s ex-boyfriend’s breeding facility on fire
- >fucking conspiracy. fucking fluffy lovers. gay fuckers. stupid gay fuckers. everyone is gay. not you.
- >prison.
- >you’ve hired a good lawyer but he says the judge wants to make an example out of you
- >people get out of animal cruelty charges all the time… if it’s cruelty towards fluffies.
- >no.
- >not gonna fucking happen. you’re smarter than this.
- >and rich. you’ve made sure most of your money is in Switzerland. and you have stashes all over the area.
- >you’ll be goddammed if you’re going to federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison.
- >guard right outside your door. night nurse will come to give you a painkiller before bed.
- >bars on the window
- >but you have a plan. you always have a plan.
- >the night nurse comes in and feeds you your pill. hide it next to your gumline.
- >spit it out when she leaves
- >wet a couple of towels in the bathroom
- >tie them around the bars on your window. twist the wet towels to bend the bars
- >do it again.
- >good-sized space to squeeze through. good thing you keep in shape.
- >second floor of hospital. carefully manuever to a rain gutter and slide down.
- >not easy in underwear, hospital gown and socks but you manage
- >disappear into the night
- >burrito download: successful. polish it off with a Big Gulp. towelhead inside doesn’t want you loitering.
- >sit outside and eat. fuck that guy. keep flipping him off.
- >hear a noise near the dumpster. the fuck was that.
- >investigate.
- >it’s a fluffy pony. a yellow one with a bulbous head and a pink mane and tail
- >”fwuffyshy wuv you! squee!”
- >you immediately feel the need to curbstomp this retard
- >”Why is your head so fucking big? You retarded?”
- >”namwe is fwuffyshy! squee! wuv you! dadda wet out fo poopies but got los!”
- >”I’ll help you get home.”
- >pick up the retarded thing. it coos under your arm.
- >go behind the strip mall next door
- >find a 2 x 4. got a couple of nails in it, too. perfect.
- >”Hey… what’s up.”
- >swing around in terror. thought you were alone. it’s… a naked guy.
- >no, not naked. wearing a hospital gown. and socks. did he escape from the nuthouse? cause that’s like 20 minutes away in Ancora.
- >trying to find one of those clothing drop boxes. wait… there’s a strip mall up the street. there’s a clothing store.
- >maybe something in their trash out back.
- >well, this is interesting. some kid back here, with a 2 x 4 in his hand, about to beat some retarded-looking fluffy to death
- >say hello.
- >”Where’s your clothes? You escape from Ancora?”
- >”No… the hospital up the street. I was in the security wing.”
- >”What are you in for?”
- >”…”
- >”Huh?”
- >Scott is nervous. his hand still readying the 2 x 4 if the hospital guy goes off.
- >”Fluffy torture. I’m the Fluffy Zodiac Killer.”
- >”Dude! I love your work! It totally sucks that you got caught!”
- >”Yeah, I had this whole plan and I was dropping clues to the detective in charge but I got sloppy.”
- >”Maybe we should get you some clothes.”
- >”What’re you gonna do with that fluffy?”
- >”Bash it’s giant bloated head in.”
- >”Well, shit… where’s the fun in that. Grab two of its legs.”
- >Scott does as he’s told, an evil glint in his eye.
- >”And…?”
- >”Pull.”
- >you grab its other two legs. they pop off the fluffy like snapping into a Slim Jim.
- >the fluffy falls to the ground with a “plop”, crying
- >”wahhhhhhhhhhhh! why take weggies? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
- >”Rip it’s goddam wings off.”
- >Scott does so. She screams again.
- >”You’ll want to turn around for this.”
- >Brett jams his dick in the fluffy’s anus. it screeches but he holds her mouth shut.
- >”mmmmmmmmmmph!”
- >He finishes her off with raping her twat and tosses the crying, sticky fluffy to the ground
- >”And that’s how it’s done.”
- >”Not quite.”
- >Scott takes the 2 x 4 and beats the crying, mewling thing’s body with it. bones break. she poops herself.
- >”whyyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyyyy huwt fwuwwfyshy… squee...”
- >Scott finishes her off with one final blow to the head
- >”Hey - there’s a Goodwill not far from here. People leave shit outside all the time. We can get you some clothes from there.”
- >”What’s your name, kid.”
- >”Scott. Scott Tinderman. You?”
- >”Brett Hispter. Good to meet you.”
- >”So you really hate fluffies, huh?”
- >”Yeah… and I’ve got a lot of money stashed away. Enough to arm a bunch of people with similar ideaoligies.”
- >”Can I join you?”
- >”What about your parents?”
- >”I’m 18. And my dad kicked me out a couple months ago cause I just wanted to smoke weed and not get a job.”
- >”I can sympathize, my friend. Come. We have much to discuss.”
- >”Sweet.”
- >”Can I have a bite of that burrito?”
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