At the psychiatrist

>Forced to go to psychiatrist because of my Fluffy Pony abuse issues
>Normally I'm very kind and nice, especially to small animals. I never smash bugs, I just relocate them
>There's just something about Fluffy Ponies that really pisses me off at the core
>Started off by me just kicking the occasional stray Fluffy Pony but quickly got worse
>I started capturing the strays and locking them in cages
>Then I cut off their wings and legs, took images of the legs and wings, and put the photo in front of the Fluffy Ponies so they'd never forget
>Soon start making Fluffy Ponies compete in all sorts of horrible games, for the ones who've lost their limbs and wings, to get them back, and ones who haven't to not lose theirs
>My favorite was when one of the Fluffy Ponies exploded into new babies I'd put all the Fluffy Ponies who'd lost their legs and wings into a cage with the newborns and said this was their big chance to get them back
>All they had to do was crush all the newborn Fluffy Ponies within a given time limit
>Pure ecstasy as the Limbless Ones don't take any action because they're confused until one of the newborns comes up and asks "why noe weggies?"
>Watch in awe as the Limbless ones start beating the newborns with their heads, and smothering them to death with their fluff
>I take the Limbless ones to where there "legs and wingies are"
>My Incinerator
>Eventually get found out by meddling kids and their dog
>Psychiatrist says "Pway?"
>Fuck my life