Myles stepped into Dick’s garage only a few paces behind him. It was climate controlled with a slick white tile floor and a recessed drain. Dick had parked the work Silverado in the driveway; the second bay of the two-car garage was occupied by a pristine looking C4 Corvette.
“Pwease! Wet Fwuffy out fwom scawie box! Nu wike! Wai take Fwuffy ‘way fwom Mummah?” said the feral Fluffy. In Dick’s left hand was a small Doskocil pet taxi with a feral Fluffy inside. It was cramped and barely fit inside its confines. “Pwease mistah, dis box am tu smaww fow Fwuffy!” Inside the other bay of the garage was a long wood-topped table lined with many cabinets and shelves. It was loaded with countless tools, objects, and devices to be used in Fluffy abuse. Dick slammed the pet taxi down on the table.
Myles rolled on his high visibility green gloves over his hands and fasted the face mask over his mouth and nose; Dick did the same. “Alright, kid, strap him down.” said Dick as he started to unlatch the pet taxi door. There was a quick struggle and the sound of hooves scuttling against plastic before Dick forcefully pulled a stallion out by his mane.
The Fluffy was turquoise with a basketball orange mane and tail. He was a unicorn and a fully grown stallion. Myles guessed he was about fifteen inches tall and thirteen inches long. The unicorn smelled like sewage and garbage. His fluff was dirty and matted and his testicles were caked with dried shit. Dick slammed the Fluffy down onto his back.
“Scweee!! Huwties! Back huwties!” Dick used the index and thumb of his left hand to push the Fluffy down against his back with some significant force by his barrel while his other pulled against the Fluffy’s left arm and pinned it straight out. “Okay, nail.”
Dick had given Myles a Milwaukee M18 12 degree framing nail gun off the tool board against the wall. Myles lined the gun up with the Fluffy’s hoof and squeezed the trigger. The tool made a loud mechanical sound and recoiled.
“AAAAAAAAAAHH! HOOFIE!! SU MUCH HOOFIE HUWTIES! MUMMAH! PWEASE TAKE THING OUTTA HOOFIE! FWUFFY WAN MUMMAH! MUMMAH!”
The framing nail punctured through the weak keratin shellac of the hoof, through the sensitive nerves and tender flesh behind it, before driving into the wood. The Fluffy immediately tried to retract his leg back in pain but couldn’t as it was now pinned against the tabletop. He shook his head and flung thick tears against the wood as his tiny penis started to windmill from a stream of piss that splattered in a spiral against the fluff on his barrel.
Dick readjusted his hand and laid out the right arm in the same fashion. It was short, chubby, and stubby, with a small knee bulging out from the middle. The Fluffy pleaded. “Mistah pwease! Nu mowe! Fwuffy nee weggies tu wun an’ pway an’ gib huggies tu Mummah! Nu wan mowe huwties!”
“Okay, nail.” said Dick. Myles repeated the process and produced a repeated effect from the Fluffy. He was now posed spread eagle against his back. As the nail was pushed through the thin keratin shellac of his second hoof the Fluffy grunted and screamed as a wet turd with the consistency of clay slithered from his asshole and onto the table. The Fluffy started to breathe heavily. “Waaaaaaaahuuuuuuhhuuuu-huuuuu! Huuuuu-hu-huuu-hhuuuu!!! Weggies hab wowstest huwties!! Pwease gib Fluffy huggies dat make evewyting bettah! Wewe am Mummah? ‘Mewe Mummah, Fwuffy nee oiu! Nee Mummah’s huggies!”
Dick tried to pin his legs down but the Fluffy struggled. He kicked his legs weakly at Dick’s palms. “Duin’ kickies! Duin’ kickies! Take dis meanie mistah, take kickies and huwties! Weave Fwuffy awone!” Dick rolled his eyes and balled a fist. He slammed his fist down with all his force on the Fluffy’s knee. It made a crunch like squeezing a bag of potato chips too tight and inverted as broken shreds of bone tore and sliced through muscle fibers inside. Before the Fluffy could even scream, Myles balled a fist and did the same to the other knee.
“SCCCCCWWWWWWWEEEEEEEW!!! HHHAAAAAAA! AHHHHHGGGF! NU CAN TAKE IT! NU CAN TAKE THE HUWTIES! PWEASE STOP! FWUFFY NU CAN TAKE IT!”
He cried thick tears that wet the fluff on his dirty face and slid over the acne riddled skin of his muzzle. His asscheeks clenched and his back arched as the Fluffy desperately tried to pull himself free of the nails in his front hooves. With every movement the nails tore away at nerve endings that caused him so much pain his eyelids twitched. Thin streams of blood pooled out from beneath the nails in a steady drip as they rolled over the cracked hooves and onto the table. The Fluffy felt his warm, sweet smelling blood against the fluff of his pinned down arms as two more sloppy turds mushed out of his asshole.
“Okay, nail.” said Dick. Myles was being a great assistant. First, he lined the nail gun up with the Fluffy’s crushed knee and pulled the trigger three times. With each recoil a spurt of blood splashed across Myles’ gloves. The Fluffy thrashed his head against the table and screamed as his glassy eyes turned bloodshot.
Dick glanced over at Myles. “Very creative! I love it. Now, nail.” he said. This time Myles did as instructed as the nail gun pounded a nail through the hoof on one of the Fluffy’s feet. The feral stallion could no longer choke out any high-pitched words between screaming, gagging, and crying loudly. “Was that good, boss?” asked Myles with confidence.
“Never pass up an opportunity to inflict more pain than necessary. What else do you got? This fucker isn’t going anywhere, impress me and I’ll let you drive the truck tomorrow.” Myles eyes lit up. “Do you have a Channellock?” Dick said nothing and simply pulled open a drawer with a neatly arranged six piece set of Channellock Griplock pliers in ascending sizes.
Myles grabbed the 10.5” from the set. The Fluffy was loudly breathing through clenched teeth that shot specs of saliva everywhere. Myles raised the pliers above his head and brought the metal jaw down square against the Fluffy’s teeth. They made a loud and shiver inducing “chink” sound as the jaws smashed several teeth into pieces. The Fluffy wailed a curdling, wordless scream and began to choke as several sharp and bloody fragments of teeth fell down his throat. Dick followed up and drove the last nail through the shitrat’s hoof.
The Fluffy was now painfully bound to the table in a full spread eagle with his arms pinned stretched out and his legs pinned stretched down. The Fluffy felt every nerve ending in his body pulsate at once in an unbelievable pain he had never thought was possible. “Huwties! Tu much huwties! Bwwuuhuhuhu! Fwuffy nu can take it! Nu can take it! Wwwwwaaaahuuuuhuhuhu! Pwease, am nice Fwuffy! Nice mistah pwease take huwtie shawpies outta wiw’ hoofies! Fwuffy nu can wun an’ pway wifout em’!”
As the Fluffy spoke blood and saliva shot through the gaps in his broken teeth and splattered on the fluff of his barrel. He had shit himself several more times and had now produced a small pile of turds beneath his asshole that was being squashed and flattened by his pinned down legs. Dick leaned in close to the Fluffy, so much so he could smell the cotton candy scented breath over the copper tinge of blood.
“Listen here. By the power given to me by the state government of Minnesota I am officially licensed to dispose of you and all your kind, shitrat. Do you have any last words?”
The Fluffy shook his head. “Bwwwwwaaahuhuhu, nu knu wat dat mean?! Wat nice mistah mean by gub..gubow..gubowment?”
Dick turned to his young apprentice. “Myles, show it what I mean. Get the other one.” Myles nodded. “Sure thing, Dick.” The young man made a hustling jog back over to the work Silverado in the driveway. Myles fumbled through the bed before finding what Dick wanted. He returned with a tiny pet taxi. Pastel yellow fluff was being waffled between the wide mesh of the door.
Myles set it down on the table next to the agonized feral Fluffy. He painfully turned his head to the side and widely flared his nostrils as he sniffed the air. “Nu..nu! Am dat sissy?! Nu pwease mistah! Nu huwt sissy! Am onwy wittwe babbeh! Pwease!! Nuuuuuhuhuhhuhu!
The pastel yellow and basketball orange foal covered her eyes with her small, dirty hooves. She sat in a foul puddle of diarrhea that had splattered everywhere and stained her fluff. Myles opened the latched door and roughly pulled her out by her neck scruff. She dangled limp, loose, and depressed in between his fingers. She was large for a foal, seven inches tall and six inches long.
“…brudda..wat happen tu brudda?” she said through tears. A stream of pee fell from between her legs and onto the wood. Myles grabbed one of her delicate, tiny legs and with a rough twisting motion easily pulverized the bones inside into dust. It made a powdery crunching sound and the leg deflated into a wrinkly, saggy tube that limpy dangled off the foal’s body. Purple swelling poked through the pastel fluff.
“SISSY!” cried the feral Fluffy. “Pwease! Nu huwt sissyyyyyyyhuhuhuhu!” Myles released his grip and the foal fell. She screamed. “Nuuuuu! Dis am tuu high fow babbeh!” With a sickening snap she landed right on the leg that Myles didn’t crush. The little foal’s knee bent backwards at a 90 degree angle and a brownish-white bone tore through the thin and delicate flesh with a shredding sound.
“WEGGY!!! WEGGYY!!!” she screamed. The baby Fluffy started to sputter out more diarrhea and thick tears welled in her eyes. “Nee hide! Nee wun way! Fwuffy am sowwie brudda! Am tu scawed and tu huwties!! Am wunnin’ way!!! Wunnin’ way!”
In a pathetic display the yellow foal started to drag herself forward with her front legs leaving a snail trail of shit behind her, all while uncontrollably crying. Dick leaned in close to the pinned down feral again. “This is what I mean, you piece of shit.” Dick pinched the neck scruff of the foal and picked her up. He placed her, rear legs first, into the Fluffy’s mouth. He shook his head and cried but Dick forced his mouth open.
“NUUUU!!! BABBEHS NU FOW NUMMIES!! NU! NU! NU! NU DU DIS!”. The mutilated baby Fluffy sat inside the puckered lips of her brother. Her lower legs and lower body were inside his mouth and his little pink tongue tried desperately with no effect to dodge his sibling. The foal leaked blood and diarrhea into his throat that made him gag. “NUUUUHUHU! SU SOWWIE FOW MAKIN’ NUM BAD POOPIES BRUDDAH! SISSY NU CAN DU ANYFIN’ TU STOP POOPIES!! WWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHUHUHUHU!!!”
Myles looked at Dick. “Man, this is really fucked up.” he thought to himself. Dick remained eerily silent but wore a wide, shit-eating grin across his lips as he reached into a cabinet above the Fluffy and grasped a jar of honey.
It was just a simple glass jar of natural bee honey Dick had got a few days ago at the farmers market. He tore the lid off and tipped the jar over in his hand. A slow, long, viscous waterfall on honey started to cover the traumatized yellow foal. She moved her front legs and hooves over her face as the sticky yellow substance coated her. It matted into her fluff, stung her eyes, and muffled her lips. The baby tried to speak, gasp, and yell, but could only manage to sputter out globs of honey from her mouth. Dick had poured the entire jar over her. There was such a thick layer of honey it was dripping all over her brother’s mouth and face.
“Now for the fun part!” said Dick with glee. Dick pressed his right pointer finger onto the foal’s sticky head and pushed down with force. The feral thrashed against his restriction and great globs of blood pooled from the nails on his hooves. With the honey as a lubricant, the foal was slowly but steadily shoved down further and further into her brothers throat.
The Fluffy’s eyes bulged so big they almost popped from his head. His baby sister was now just two front legs sticking straight up and a head poking out from behind his tongue. Her breathing was so rapid her lungs nearly burst and her heart nearly exploded. Through hazey honey vision the foal could see only the pink, ridged roof of her brother’s mouth and the backs of his broken teeth. Finally with one final push from Dick she slid into blackness.
The Fluffy banged his head against the table and made pained moans as his baby sister was working down his esophagus. She saw nothing, only pitch blackness, and could hear only disgusting squelching and gurgling from within. Despite how hard she struggled she couldn’t move. “NUUUUU!! AM NOT NUMMIES!!! SCAWIES! SCAWIES! SCAWIES!!!”
Myles put his hand over his mouth. Dick noticed his apprentice was growing uncomfortable but didn’t care. He rummaged through another cabinet and pulled forward a half empty bottle of Southern Comfort whiskey. Dick took a quick swig and pinched open the corners of the Fluffy’s mouth. “Did you hear that kid? I think it’s still alive!”
Just faintly a tiny voice was sounding from the feral’s throat. The foal’s crying and screaming was traveling up his esophagus and coming out his mouth. Her broken rear leg was painfully twisted back and pinned against her withers as the wet, constricting tube the foal was in gave way and she suddenly fell.
She landed in a shallow, soggy pit full of stinging, foul water. The inside of her brother’s stomach started to rapidly burn at her skin and eyes as digestive acid coated her and ate away the honey. She laid on her back completely limp, petrified with fear. Her brother’s breathing made piercing weezees that hurt her ears and his heart made a rapid thump that made her head pound from its noise.
The foal tried to close her eyes but the stomach acid burned her eyelids and the pain forced them open. The spongy feeling floor wretched as she uncontrollably voided a stream of shit and piss.
The feral Fluffy had become too traumatized to say anything. It quietly muttered “Sissy..sissy..sissy” and continuously cried without stopping. Dick forced a plastic funnel into his throat. The Fluffy didn’t even fight back. It just laid in extreme pain and agonizing mental anguish as Dick abused it with complete childlike happiness.
Dick tipped the opening of the Southern Comfort bottle into the wide opening of the funnel. Bubbles glugged as the liquor inside rapidly poured out into the feral Fluffy’s gullet. The sting of the booze made the Fluffy start to struggle again. Dick kept going, and going, until the whole bottle was gone. The Fluffy choked a few times but the funnel was relaxing its throat and the liquid flowed unhindered.
The little baby foal heard a pulsating rush of water and suddenly, was splashed with a massive waterfall of bad smelling liquid. The liquid started to flood her brother’s stomach. She screamed as she was limply thrashed and thrown about by the crashing waves of whiskey. She rapidly flared her three working limbs but it made no effect even close to swimming. Soon the stomach was almost entirely full of Southern Comfort. The foal took one last gasping breath and puffed her cheeks wide with breath as her body started to fall down into the liquid.
“Now, just wait for it.” said Dick as he motioned his hand. The Fluffy’s stomach was so full it was visibly distended and bulging. He looked completely sick. His eyes were glazed over and his lower eyelids expressed sadness with a downward tilt. The Fluffy made a painful sounding burp and a throaty gurgle.
“Spicy wawa no taste pwetty. Wowstest tasting wawa Fwuffy ebah had. Uuuuuggghhh. Feew su sickies. Ebey ting is duin’ spinnies! Spinnies! Wowstest spinnies! Fwuffy nu can moob weggies but ebwyting duin’ spinnies! Oh! Oh, ack! Gon’ be sickies! Oh, gon’ be wowstest sickies! Mistah, pwease, sickies comin’. Ahhh! Sickies!!!”
The Fluffy wretched, and belched again, before his eyes rolled back and his eyelids twitched. With a sickening slorp sound the Fluffy projectile vomited. He bent his neck forward to stop from choking and spewed a murky brown stream of whiskey, blood, vomit, shit, and piss all over the fluff on his barrel.
Splattered against his barrel in the filth puddle with her four legs spread out flat was the little yellow foal. She was dead, not from drowning, but from a severe cardiac arrest induced from extreme stress and fear. The murky liquid poured out from her tiny nostrils like a facet and seeped out from behind her eyes like tears.
“SISSY! WAI? WAI MISTAH DU DIS? MUNSTAH! NU HOOMIN AT AWW, JUS AM MUNSTAH DAT WOOKIES WIKE HOOMIN! HAYCHU! HAYCHU! FWUFFY HAYCHU MEANIE MISTAH!!! WAI MAKE FWUFFY NUM SISSY? WAI!!! HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUU!! HUUUU-HUUUU-HUUUUU! PWEASE DU WAKIES SISSY! PWEASE NU DU FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! HHHHUUU! HAYCHU MISTAH!!!”
Dick made an annoying grunt. “Christ all mighty your voice is fucking annoying. Myles, I’m gonna go wash up. Finish this fuckhead off, will you?”
Without another word, Dick casually walked over to the slop sink installed in his garage and started to wash blood and shit off his hands. Myles looked down at the Fluffy. He could no longer form words, just blubber and cry with bloodshot eyes. A mushy, wet stream of foamy diarrhea spluttered out from his asshole and pooled with the rest of the shit he had produced. The Fluffy looked at Myles. He fluttered his eyelids and made his pupils as wide and cute as possible.
“Fwuffy nu tink ou’ am wike Munstah Mistah. Fwuffy knu ou’ am dibwent. Am nice hoomin! Am nice mistah! Wet Fwuffy ouwt ob huwtie stickie things? Wet Fwuffy wun way fwom hewe? Fwuffy…Fwuffy nee bwing sissy backa hewd…su Fwuffy can put sissy in da fowebah sweepies pile wif da westa dem. Pwease? Fwuffy pwomise tu nebbah wun way fwom hewd gain’! Pwomise tu nebbah num on bewwies dat nu bewong tu Fwuffy! Pwomise!”
Something in Myles’ stomach churned. His teeth gritted and his cheeks turned red. “You…don’t you ever fucking think you know me! You fucking shitrat! Don’t ever fucking think I’m your friend!” Myles grabbed a ball-peen hammer off the tool rack and brought it down on the Fluffy’s left eye. The Fluffy screamed and pleaded with Myles. “NU! NU! PWEASE NU! NU MOWE HUWTIES! PWEASE MISTAH! FWUFFY TINK OU’ AM DA BESTEST AN’ NICEST! FWUFFY WUB OU’!!! FWUFFY WUB OU’!!
Myles brought the hammer down on his other eye. They both compacted into painful eight-ball fractures before Myles hit them more. The hammer smashed through the orbital sockets before Myles flipped the hammer over and pulverized the Fluffy’s nose into pulpy red cartilage with the rounded end. With one last blow Myles brought the round end down through the left eye again, mashing through the pulpy goo and into the frontal lobe of the Fluffy’s small brain. It made a sick squishy sound before Myles pulled it back out and set the bloody tool on the table. The Fluffy sputtered a final wheezy breath and his head fell limp to the side, his floppy ears drooped over his completely eviscerated face.
Dick grabbed the dead Fluffy’s mane and yanked hard. The lifeless hooves were shredded as the nail stayed in place while the squishy hooves were pulled through and up. “Damn kid, not bad. But too emotional. What do you kids say now? A crashout? You can’t be doing all that in a customer’s backyard. Save the rage for your day off, hahah!”
Dick opened the hatch to the wood burning oven he had installed in a corner of the garage and tossed the Fluffy’s corpse in before slamming it shut and wiping his hands off of blood and feces. The fire inside quickly went to work. The fluff singed off almost immediately and the pink flesh underneath started to crack, blister, and split as the flames licked it. Soon Dick’s entire garage smelled like fresh sugar cookies as the corpse started to char. Dick wiped his mustache with two fingers. “Well, that’s a wrap Myles. Let’s do lunch.”
Myles and Dick hopped back into the Silverado and headed out grab something to eat.