The Biggest Nap: Part 1

>You are a cruel fluffy abuser
>Decide to buy a pregnant mare from the adoptions center
>She babbles "Wuv new daddy! Can' wait fo' babeh! Wuv babehs!" the entire ride home
>You take her home and take care of her, feed her cheap crappy fluffy food, and let her play just a little bit, get her trust
>The day comes "Ooohh! Big huwty poopies!" she squeals, squatting in your living room
>You quickly get out a mat that she can give birth on and help her through the process
>She 'poopies' her first foal out, and she takes a moment to catch her breath before squeezing out another
>She does this one more time and turns around to cuddle with her three little foals, licking the fluids off them and babbling "Wuv babehs..." over and over
>You help her take care of the foals for a couple of weeks, she trusts you and loves you, thinks you're the best daddy ever
>One night they're sleeping in a clump together, all except for the little grey fluffy filly
>You silently creep inside and snatch the snoozing little fluffy, leaving the safety room just as quietly as you entered
>You carry the little filly back to your garage and place her on your tool bench
>She sleeps soundly on your bench until you reach your hand up and flick her in the face
>She squirms for a moment, flailing her head around and opening her eyes "Wha? Owies!"
>She looks up at you and then looks around "Whewe mama? Wan' mama! No wike scawy woom!" she whimpers
>"Your mother gave you to me, because she hates you." you lie to her, a wide grin on your face
>Tears form in her eyes and she whines "Wha? Mama no hate fiwwy! No give 'way!" she tries to tell herself
>"Nope! She said you're the worst little filly, and she doesn't want you around." you maintain your shit-eating grin
>She begins openly crying "Nuuu! Why no wuv? Fiwwy good!" she squeaks
>"She told me to kill you, so you wouldn't be a problem" you explain as you reach over for the power-drill
>Her eyes go wide and she begins to freak out "No kiww fiwwy! Fiwwy gif huggies and be best fwuffy! Pwease no huwt! Wan' wiv!" she begs desperately for her life
>You pick up the smallest drill you have and attach it to the power drill
>She shrieks for mercy as you pick her up by the fluff of her back, kicking her tiny legs as hard as she can "NUU! WET FWUFFY GO! FWUFFY WEAVE AN' NEVAH COME BACK! PWOMISE!"
>You shake your head and hold the trigger down on the power drill, she looks up at the drill and releases her bowels all over the bench "No kiww..." she whimpers
>You shake your head and slowly bring the drill down on to the top of her skull, she flails for a moment in protest, shrieking, but she eventually goes limp
>Wiping the larger blood splats off the filly's head, you take it's corpse back to the safe room and lay it back where it was once sleeping happily
>You go back to bed, not an ounce of guilt in your heart, you sleep soundly the whole night
>Waking up in the morning, you get up and head to the safe room
>The mother is awake, and so are the two living fillies, none of them seem disturbed by the dead fluffy
>"Hoow is everyone?" you ask in a chipper tone
>"Shhh... Babeh stiww sweeping." the mother points to the dead fluffy
>You get a big grin, you're plan is working. The stupid fluffy doesn't know her daughter is dead
>"Alright." you whisper before closing the door and heading to your kitchen, grabbing your breakfast and moving to the living room for some tv
>After a few hours, noon comes around you hear some whining coming from the safe room, and decide now is the best point to check on them
>There's scratching at the door as you approach, opening the door, the mother is sitting there looking a little concerned "Babeh no wake up! Won' wake up! Why no wake up? Hewp?" she says, asking for assistance
>Looking down at the dead filly, it looks like they've been nudging her around
>You shake your head "She must be sleepy from all the playing you guys did yesterday! Just leave her be." you assure her
>The worry vanishes from her face and she returns to her fillies "Is okay fiwwies! Babeh just taking big nap!" she says as she continues to play with her children
>You close the door and leave the safe room until you hear crying later into the evening
>You return to the safe room and the mother was scratching frantically at the door
>"Babeh no wake up! Why no wake up?! Been 'sweep aww day! Pwease wake babeh up!" she pleads to you for assistance
>You look the the dead filly and then look to her, making an irritated face "Stop being such a bad mother. You're baby needs it's rest. Let it sleep." you scold her
>Tears form in her eyes and she lowers her head "S-Sowwy... Fwuffy be good mama..." she whimpers before you close the door