Finger Paint [Short]

>You walk in to the living room and look around
>There are all sorts of toys scattered across the floor, and near the wall is a box of crayons spilled out onto the floor
>Surrounding the box is a group of four fluffies, each with a crayon in their mouth
>All over the bottom of the wall was a mess of crude drawings of fluffies and people
>You approach the group, looking down at them and the drawings
>They notice you and turn around, babbling happily “Hewwo! Wike dwawings? Fwuffy dwaw pictuwe!” as they hug your legs and proudly display their ‘art’
>You get down to your knees and examine the art, it’s absolutely fucking terrible
>”Great job you guys! You’re so talented.” You lie
>”Yay! Wuv awt! Fwuffies good at awt! Fwend wuv awt!” They all chant, bouncing in circles excitedly
>”Now… Who wants to try drawing with…” You pause dramatically and they stare at you with wide expectant eyes “…Finger paint?”
>Their eyes light up with joy, the idea of drawing with paint just excited them beyond all description
>”Wan’ fingew paint! Give fingew paint! Fwuffy wan’ paint!” they cheer
>”Alrighty then! Let me get the paint!” You say excitedly as you pick up the fattest of the four fluffies and cradle him upside down in your arm
>He giggles as you tickle his belly “Do you want to help me get the paint?” you ask the giggling fluffy
>”Fwuffy hewp get paint! Fwuffy wuv ‘ou!” he answers excitedly
>”Oookaaay!” you say as you grab some of the fluff on his belly
>Grabbing a fist full of fluff, you tear it off, the fluffy yelps in pain “Why ouchie fwuffy?! Give fwuffy fwuff back!” he shouts as he squirms in your grip
>You continue to tear the fur from his belly, he shouts in pain every time
>The other fluffies are now huddle against the wall, shaking violently “Why fwen’ huwt fwuffy? No fwen’! Big meanie!”
>The fluffy in your arm is now sobbing, his belly fully exposed
>You now hold him out over the floor and press all of your fingers to his belly
>Pressing down with all your might, your fingers puncture his belly “No mo’ ouchies fwuffy! Wan’ fingew paint! Why do dis to fwuffy?! Why hate fwuffyy?!” he shrieks in pain as he releases his bowels
>The other ponies are now screaming and sobbing “New fwen’ make fwuffy boo-boo! No wike! No wan’ fingew paint!”
>With your fingers inside the fluffy pony, you now tear him wide open, and he shrieks in the most unimaginable pain as his blood spills out onto the wooden floor “Pwease stop! No mo’ fwuffy huwt!” he coughs up, blood squirting from his mouth
>The three fluffies on the wall release their bowels, begging you not to hurt them “No huwt fwuffy pwease! Fwuffy good fwuffy!” they shout between hic-ups
>Wrapping your hands around the fluffy, you squeeze him as hard as you can, like some sort of fruit you were trying to get the juice out of
>He whimpers out his final words “Fwuffy… so… Sowwy..”
>There is now a large pool of blood in front of you, and a dead fluffy in your hands
>You discard the dead fluffy to the side and walk up to the sobbing trio
>Reaching a hand down, they whimper and push themselves against the wall as hard as they can, frightened for their lives
>They actually calm down when you gently pet them, leaving blood in their fluff
>”It’s okay little guys! He’s safe. Just taking a nap.” You assure them with a calm voice
>They look up at you, still shaking “W-w-weawy?”
>You nod to them and point to the pool of blood “See? I got the finger paint.”
>You reach a hand over and dip a finger in the blood before taking it to the wall over them and drawing a smiley face over their crude drawings
>They stop shaking entirely after a few seconds, letting their tiny brains process this
>Accepting it, they perk up immediately and run over to the pool of blood, forgetting about their now dead friend
>After wetting their hooves, they run over to the wall and start smearing the blood all over the wall
>Smiling at the sight, you get up and leave the room
>You step out the front door and head home
>Man is your neighbor going to be pissed