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- >this was the final straw
- >you check the wound in the mirror later
- >shit, you don't need a doctor for this
- >the mother is watching her brood
- >she tries to wither you with her glare, but she has made a huge mistake
- >without a word and blood still on your face you reach down, gripping the back of her neck rather than the scruff
- >she squirms, shouting death threats
- A threat doesn't really mean much if you can't act on it
- >"Fwuffy kiww you!"
- >walking to the garage, you've placed newspaper on the concrete
- >on the ground next to it are a collection of tools
- >ball-peen hammer, pliers, iron, an electric shaver, and a space heater
- >you carefully position her under your foot, weight holding the furious ball of fluff on her back
- >grasping tightly, your whole body wrenches her forelegs upward
- >even on a fluffy pony, connective tissues are tough
- >she's screaming as her legs dislocate, and you repeat the process on the hind legs
- >her eyes are full of pain and hate as you grab the hammer
- >you bring it down on her useless limbs, bones shattering with each strike
- >every time you kept you cool when she pooped on the floor or broke a lamp is now mirrored in this act of brutal crippling
- >fluffy pony tries to bite you, but your hands force her mouth apart, far enough to dislocate that as well
- >setting aside the hammer, you rip out her teeth one by one
- >you plug in the iron and the space heater and begin shaving her
- >she's trying to make words but between the pain and the dysfunctional jaw its useless
- >the iron is nearly red with heat when you begin pressing it to her flesh
- >it blackens and cracks, her wails shrill and incoherent
- >you stand once she is a blackened, quivering pile of abused meat
- I have one final surprise before I leave you here to die.
- >you head in grabbing the cuddly little ponies
- >they are affectionate and adorable, and despite their mother they still call you "fwiend"
- There's a monster in the garage... I need you to get rid of it.
- >they ask what a monster is, and you explain it to them
- I want you to beat it up as best you can!
- >when you put them onto the garage's floor, their mother shudders, trying to worm its way towards them
- >four of them are clearly disgusted and crowd around your legs
- >the colt though has more fire to him
- >he smacks his little hoof into his mother's blackened, bloody snout
- >the others draw their own courage from this, and join in
- >after a minute of nonstop beating they are clearly tired, and you take them inside for a nap
- >when you return, the fluffy pony is as broken as a living creature can be
- There's something comical to all this. Even if I scared them, I'd
- never hurt them. I'm going to tell your babies that you left them
- because you didn't like them. You are going to wallow in this agony
- for tonight because you thought you could threaten me.
- >head inside, clean wound and bandage it
- >the next morning you check on bad fluffy pony
- >she has drowned in blood and tears
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