Fluffy Dash and Fluffyshy: Chapter 5 [Abusefag Mode]

>he scowls and crouches down next to you two
>he starts speaking in a low, scary tone
>”Look, I can’t have you tellin’ your daddy that I was here.”
>you back away
>”No teww daddeh.”
>”I don’t believe you one bit.”
>he picks you up by the scruff of your neck and you yelp
>and that’s Dash’s cue
>she runs over to him and starts biting at his legs
>when that fails to do anything, she starts swatting at him with her forehooves
>despite her best efforts, there’s nothing she could do to stop him
>Dash couldn’t give the monsters the “biggest ouchies”
>she didn’t even do anything to help
>you feel a twinge in your heart, and you let loose a few tears
>but you’ll get out of this
>you struggle and flail, but it only succeeds in pulling your fluff
>a little bit comes off, and you shriek in pain
>Dave looks down at Dash and laughs
>”You’re next. Better run while you can.”
>Dash runs as fast as she can away
>she didn’t even want to protect you
>”How’s it feel? Knowing that your only friend doesn’t love you enough to save you?”
>you cry, and this only makes him laugh harder
>”And what about your daddy? He doesn’t love either of you. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be happening.”
>you stop crying sad tears and start crying angry ones
>”Nu! Daddeh wuv Fwuffysii an’ Dasii! Yuu juss meanie munsta! Yuu dummy!”
>he smacks you across the face, making everything on the left side of your face go numb
>you cry and struggle some more, but to no avail
>you feel blood trickling down your neck, and your eye is beginning to swell shut
>”Fucking bitch!”
>he throws you as hard as he can, right into a wall
>you can only take ragged breaths as you hear your bones crunching and fracturing inside you
>you let out the loudest scream you’ve ever given
>it feels like your bones are turning into tiny toothpicks, stabbing into your flesh
>and then everything goes black

>you are now Fluffy Dash
>you begin to cry underneath the couch
>you couldn’t save Fluffyshy
>you couldn’t hurt Dave
>and now he’s coming for you
>”Come out, come out, wherever you are~”
>his sing-songy voice makes you want to scream or cry, but you manage not too
>you see him walk by
>you hope he hasn’t noticed you
>and, just like that, he flat on his stomach, grabbing at you
>how could he have seen you?
>you were so quiet
>but he holds you in his iron grip, now
>you close your eyes and wait for death
>Dave gives you several, rapid jabs to the gut
>the pain instinctively causes you to pee, poop, and vomit all over his hand
>his face contorts into one of pure rage
>”Dirty bitch!”
>he shoves your face into the poop pile, hard
>your nose slams into the hardwood floor, and everything goes blurry, then black
>it smells bad
>you vomit some more
>all this does is force you to open your mouth and swallow some of the nasty mixture
>right before you puke again, Dave heaves you up by your wings
>you spew a tiny bit more and try to plead with him
>”Daii! Nuu! Pwease nuu! Wuv wingies! No hewt Dasii! Dasii good fwuffy! Pwease no hewt!”
>he chuckles and looks at you, coldly
>”No, you’re a bad fluffy. The worst kind. Your daddy hates you even more than Fluffyshy. Christ, even Fluffyshy hated you!”
>normally, you’d get angry
>but Dave has broken you
>you feel your heart sink and you cry, hard
>what happens next is beyond your control
>you’re a bad fluffy
>you deserve to die
>Dave breaks both of your wings in one fluid motion
>”AiiiiIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
>he sets you on top of the TV
>”C’mon, little Dashie! Fly down! You can do it!”
>you flap your wings
>the pain comes in waves, coursing through your body
>Dave raises his booted foot high
>”Night, night, Dash.”
>”Nuuu! Nu hewt no mo-“
>is all you can say before you feel your skull being caved in
>you wish it would just go faster, but time is moving in slow motion
>you feel every last thing
>why did nobody love you?
>what happens now?
>why did this have to happen?
>daddy never loved you
>daddy never loved you
>daddy never
>daddy
>da
>

>you pull into your driveway a few hours later
>the door’s open
>oh no
>you rush inside and head into the living room
>the room’s been essentially stripped bare
>the TV is gone, some old heirlooms
>fucking Christ, they even took your mom’s urn
>and then you see Dash and Fluffyshy
>dead
>Dash’s head is splattered all over the walls, and Fluffyshy is laying in a broken heap by the stairs
>maybe you can still help her
>you check for a pulse, breathing, anything
>so such luck
>you rush to the phone and dial 911
>they come over fairly quickly, but they only care about the robbery
>they throw the two corpses into your trashbin and leave
>you need a stiff drink and some smokes
>you don’t even drink or smoke in the first place

>months later, you’re asked to testify against the culprit, a man named Anon Ymous
>he’s Swedish or something
>he begs and pleads, telling the judge that it wasn’t him
>he’s sentenced anyway
>of course, because of this, the real culprit is never found
>you go home that night, step past the dried bloodstains that you never cleaned up, and sit back in your lumpy chair
>why you?
>you lean back and begin to chug vodka from the bottle
>you inhale deeply, contemplating why this had to happen
>you shouldn’t breathe while drinking
>you cough up a storm, but it’s futile
>after falling to the ground, you black out and die
>fluffy pony owner drowns