It was a calm and peaceful Saturday afternoon. A perfect day for William to sit outside his backyard and relax. He has a two year old baby boy named Michael. His only son. His rest was well deserved, as he was working and caring for his child. He loved him very much. Ever since his son was rushed to the ER to remove a ring he swallowed by accident, William had been overprotective of him. It was just him raising Michael alone, after all. Michael had learned to walk recently, so William let him out into the backyard to play with the slides and swing set that he spent all last summer making for Michael.
All of a sudden, Williamâs phone rang. He had to take the call. He picked up Michael and sat him down at the porch where he could see him. Then he answered the phone. It was work. The call went on for almost half an hour. William got bored with this call that he started pacing around his house, half focused on his baby. They finally wrapped up the call, and William was finally able to go back outside.
But as he went outside, he saw a bunch of shit smeared, multicolored pillows inching close to Michael. Here we go. Fucking fluffy ponies.
âDummeh widdow hoomin! Dis am smawty wand! Weave nao oâ get sowwy poopies and sowwy hoofsies!â
Michael just cooed and giggled, not knowing how shitty (no pun intended) a smarty can be. The smarty took Michaelâs laugh as an insult.
âDas it! Smawty gonâ gib widdow hoomin biggest owwies and sowwy poopies ebah!â
William rushed out the door, and ran to Michael as fast as he could. He quickly grabbed Michael before they tried to harm him. William got him out of danger and he received the brunt of the smartyâs sorry poopies.
âDummeh hoomin! Nu take âway widdow hoomin! Smawty wan gib widdow hoomin biggest ouchies! An afta smawty dun gib widdow hoomin fowebah sweepies, smawty gonâ gib big hoomin sowwy poopies tu! Put hoomin downsies nao stoopi poopie hoomin!â
At this point, William was seething with rage. If a fluffy even lays a hoof on the hair of his babyâs head, heâll make them regret even stepping foot on his property.
William kept his rage tempered so he can tend to Michael first. Heâs crying. He coldly ignored the fluffy herd and took Michael inside to make sure he had no scratches or any sorry poopies on them. Thank God there wasnât. William changed his dirty shirt. William then wiped Michael down and hugged him. Then, he brought Michael to the sweet elderly neighborâs place down the street to look after him for a few hours.
When William finished taking care of Michael, He went back outside and located the smarty. It was easy since itâs the only fluffy shouting and prancing around being a jackass.
William was absolutely livid when he returns.
âDummeh hoomin cum back? Dummeh hoomins scawed of smawty? Dat gud. Poopie scawdy widdow hoomin gon get fowebah sweepies su he am huu huu an wun way! Nao hoomin gib hewd sketties NAO! oâ get fowebah sweepies!â
William snapped. He didnât mince words, he didnât hesitate, he immediately marched right up to the smarty and callously kicked him onto his back.
âOwwie! Smawty nu scawed of hoomin! Hewd hewp smawty nao! Stoopi dummeh poop-â
William got on top of the smarty and just unloaded all of his rage on him.
He threw a hook, and the smartyâs stupid little proud face turned into a pitiful one. Lip quivering, sad, beady eyes, furrowed brow. One thatâs about to cry and plead for him to stop.
âF-fwuffy sowwy nice mistuh⌠Nu wan be smawty. Pwease nu hewt fwuffy nu moâ. Hab biggest mouf ouchiesâŚâ
But William didnât stop. He threw another one. And another. He kept going. Smartyâs teeth get knocked out.
âOWFFIES! FWUFBY SOWBY! FWUFBY SOWBY!!
NUF MOB HOOBT NIFE MIFTUH! PWEAFF! HU HUU HUUUU!!â
William didnât stop. He kept going. The smartyâs jaw is knocked off. Then his eyeball. Williamâs fists and face were painted with the smartyâs blood that splattered everywhere. His hands are red and swollen.
But he didnât stop.
William kept wailing on the smarty until all that remained of his face was a red gush.
His sorry excuse of a herd could only watch and quake in fear as William turns their leader into a bloody paste. After the deed was done, William turned around slowly to look at them. They immediately tried to run away.
âHEWD WUN WAY FWOM MUNSTAH! NU WAN GET FOWEBAH SWEEPIES!â
The dumb fucks forgot the way they came in. Thatâs unfortunate. William went into his shed. He took a sledgehammer in the shed and chased after every fluffy stumbling around with their stubby little feet. He walked up to them and bludgeoned every single adult fluffy.
He shattered their spines or bashed their brains in. Most were dead. The surviving ones were paralyzed and couldnât move.
âHu huu huu⌠Nu can move weggies! Nee weggies to wun an pway an gib huggies⌠Why hoomin hewt fwuffy? Fwuffy sowwyâŚâ
A chorus of Hu huus filled the backyard. He gathered all of the herdâs foals and placed them right in front of their paralyzed mothers and fathers.
The foalsâ begged their mother âMummah sabe babbehs!â But they couldnât. And even if they could move, they couldnât make a difference. Why is that? It was time for a demonstration.
William decided to do awful things to the foals of the group before he decided to kill them. He ripped their limbs off. He fed them their own intestines. He jammed sticks up their shit smeared assholes and straddled them on it like they were hand puppets.
"NUUU! NU HEWT BABBEHS! BABBEHS NU AM TOYSIE! BABBEHS AM AWIVE! PWEASE NICE MISTUH, AM GUD BABBEHS! WHY HEWT?!? WEAVE BABBEHS AWONE, NAO!!
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Pwease?"
What a feeling. William relished in both the foalsâ and parentsâ pain. The parents laid there helplessly as William gleefully tortured their offspring.
Now they know what it feels like to be a parent fearing for their childâs safety. The only difference is, William can protect his child from danger. The fluffy parents cannot. They can only cry and beg to an uncaring and unforgiving force or entity for them to stop, and watch in total helplessness as their whole world literally shatters into pieces. Thatâs how effective fluffies are as mothers or fathers. Utterly fucking useless.
The parents relented.
âBabbehs nuu⌠Mummah/Daddeh sowwy babbehs⌠Am bad mummah/daddeh⌠Pwease mistuh, jus gib mummah/daddeh fowebah sweepiesâŚâ
They now know that they are bad parents for doing nothing. William didnât even kill them. He tossed out the dead fluffies in a biowaste bin and brought the paralyzed mares to the nest that they came from. If theyâre not dead in a few days, theyâll be an enfie pal to passing fluffy stallions and knocked up with babies they obviously canât care for. William washed out the gunk and blood off his backyard, took a shower, and got Michael from the neighbors.
He had a good time. He watched The Price is Right with them until he fell asleep. After William picks him up, they watch Cocomelon on the TV until they both doze off.