Warning: This story is extremely fucked up 
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“ChirpyChastiser86 here and today I’m live from, you know the place: Honest Hearts Fluffy Shelter.” Oh yes. His 200 live viewers knew exactly what this place was. The brightly colored building was the setting for many of his dark crimes against fluffykind. These poor and innocent staff here had never cottoned onto the fact that Donald Evan was here to cause trouble. Sow chaos. Berate and destroy the hope of every fluffy within. Hefting up a basket under one arm and swinging the large glass door leading with the other, he gave a sinister chuckle. The phone strapped to his shoulder would be capturing every moment of his twisted motivations.
As he walked in, the nice young woman running the front desk gave him a sweet smile. Her name was Alicia and she happened to think very highly of Mr. Evan. Sort of a strange guy but, well, he volunteered all the time and all of the fluffies here really loved him.
“Donald! Hi! So good to see you again.” There was no need to instruct him of what to do: All Donald had to do was sign in on the volunteer log and go about whatever he had planned for the day. Cleaning, playing with the fluffies, feeding, whatever.
Signing himself in (as ChirpyChastiser86), Donald gave the kindly woman nothing more than a mere glance before he shuffled off to the community room where the fluffies were free to socialize when they weren’t put away in their cages.
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As soon as Donald opened the door to the community room, fluffies excitedly flooded over to him. Tails all a’wag, bodies primed and ready to perform bestest dancies, eyes shining with happiness. Those who had been here since his last visit knew Donald very well and had a lot of love for him!
“Donawd! Wook! Nyu babbehs!” A soft orange and purple mare named Heidi exclaimed, lifting each of her chirpy babbehs one after another so he could examine them.
A smug expression crossed over his features. “Oh wow. What great little chirpies. I’m so amazed and think they’re soooo special.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but guess what? Fluffies don’t get sarcasm. Heidi, of course, took each of his words at face value and gave a pleased gasp.
Letting them hug his legs for a moment, Donald shooed them away with a brisk hand flap. “Alright, you little reprobates. I’ve bought you a little gift.”
Setting his basket down, he would delight in knowing that this was the first step in ruining each of their days. Right before coming here he’d hit up the Dollar Tree and bought TONS of cheap toys. Balls, action figures, simple puzzles, sticker sheets. Not only that, there were oodles of candy within. Taffy, chocolates, candyfloss, gummies.
Like an excited tidal wave, fluffies seethed out over the box. Toys were grabbed up and pranced about with, candy got chomped up, a blue espowin’ babbeh got tried crawling into the star hole of a shapes puzzle and got stuck.
“Oh, you like that huh? See this, chat?” He queried to his phone. These fluffies had fallen right into his sadistic trap. Those Dollar Tree toys? Chinese quality standards were so low that they’d break in no time. Leave them in nothing but tears. Also, he’d only bought blue or green balls for them to roll around. Hasbio did a study that said fluffies greatly appreciated red balls the most. The last cruel thing about the selection of toys was the fact that he’d only bought GI Joe knock off action figures. No female representation to speak of.
Getting down on his knees, he focused his phone at a brown talkie babbeh trying to shove an entire chocolate bar into his mouth. “Tooth decay is the silent killer.” Donald whispered excitedly, having to stifle a snide laugh as the little fool looked directly at him. It didn’t know exactly what kind of trouble it was currently getting into.
Watching them get crazy with their new toys and high on sugar, he knew it was time for the next step in ruining their lives.
“Bath time.” He announced to the crazy fluffballs.
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Wrangling up one fluffy after another, he brought them back to the bath area. It was a clean white room with freshly scrubbed steel sinks laid out along the wall.
“Huuhuu…nuuu…” A green and yellow stallion named Deere whimpered, trying to crawl up one of the steel sinks uselessly. There was nothing for his hooves to catch on: Each time it thought it’d made purchase on a ledge, he went sliding back down.
Donald test the water with one finger to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. Let the basin begin to fill.
“Look at this little cretin, chat.” He murmured to his phone. “Water is a fluffy’s natural enemy. And look at this…” Holding up a bright pink bottle of bath bubbles, he dumped it into the water. Bubblegum scented bubbles frothed up to the surface, and he’d gave a cruel grin.
“That’s right. Bubblegum. Not a very manly scent.” Wrangling the fluffy into the water, Deere settled into the cozy warmth and giggled at the bubbles. Honestly, Donald was heaven-sent for the shelter for baths alone. Normally they’d be kicking around, screeching, and shitting everywhere. For ChirpyChastiser86, they were like clay in his hands.
Pulling on a thick bath gloved shaped like a monkey, he began washing the stallion. You might be thinking: What exactly made THIS horrific? Well, it’s because he didn’t use a silly voice for the puppet. That would have made it quite fun but he wouldn’t allow it.
Splashing around in the bubbles and giggling like it was the best day of his love, Deere exclaimed: “Wub baffies!”
This is how it went for all of the fluffies. Each got washed up with little to no problems, with the only difference between them being that he’d use an earthy scented wash for the females. Fluffies got rubbed off with a fluffy towel after being washed up and sent back into the community room to play with their new toys.
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If they thought the horror had ended, well, they hadn’t even seen how truly bad it could get. For you see, Donald had enlisted the help of his beloved sweetheart to really bring them to bear.
Standing in the community play room with a smug expression, Donald watched as the sickly looking young woman came into the room. She had a giant box cradled in both arms, and he’d step over to do the gentlemanly thing and accept it from her. Setting it down on a low-lying table, he’d give Emily a look of pure adoration.
“Thank you, my sweetheart.” Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he caused the mousey young woman to fan a hand at him. Her own fluffy, a pillowed mare named Penelope, was strapped to her chest with a baby harness. The romantic action caused her to giggle happily for her owner and flap her stumbs around.
Dumping the contents of the box to the floor, Donald reveled in just how evil this was. Emily happened to be a hoarder and had LOTS of fluffy costumes bought from online before Penelope had…whatever happen to her legs. So many ridiculous costumes. Silly things.
Wrangling fluffies up, he began squeezing different things onto them. A yellow filly was dressed up like a big fat bumblebee. There was an orange spaceman suit complete with a plastic bubble helmet for a mono red stallion. Deere found himself in a pair of overalls with a patchy straw hat shoved over his head and a corncob pipe to cluelessly chew on.
Emily was helping, too. Penelope had even joined in on the ‘fun’, dragged off the baby harness and dressed up to look like a piece of bubblegum in a wax-twist wrapper.
Almost all of the fluffies were dressed up. Just a few remained. It was Heidi and her chirpies, all backed off to a corner. Heidi had a wall-eyed expression as Donald got her fitted into a brown felt pot costume with little wires dangling off the edges. Rolling the chirpies into bright red cherry tomato costumes, he attached them to the wires where they dangled and bounced with happy little cheeps each time their mother moved.
“Look at you fluffies. Ridiculous. Oh my God…” Donald gave a guttural laugh, removing his phone from it’s shoulder strap and switching the photo mode. Getting to eye-level with the fluffies, he snapped pictures of them while they flaunted about showing off just how cute they were.
What was the end goal for this? To post the photos to all of the official social media for the shelter. He had access to the account, and posted each of the fluffies in their new drip.
“The whole world is going to laugh at you. How does that make you feel? To be the clowns for our amusement?” He asked a foal dressed up like a catfish. Poked it right on the cheek. Turning, the foal sucked on his finger before Donald pulled away with disgust.
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Hours passed by with relative ease. Emily was there of course, and when Donald wasn’t casting doe-eyes at her he was causing chaos around the place.
An overflowing litter box. A stallion named Bosco, dressed up like Godzilla, directed Donald to look at it.
“Suuu many poopies.” The fluffy lamented. Oh? Showing HIM good poopies? Dragging the trashbin over, Donald dumped the littertray in. Sanitized it with bleach. Looked straight at Bosco.
“Oooohhhh, how’s it feel? Knowing that now nobody’ll see your good poopies?” He asked in a mocking tone, dumping litter into the tray with a ‘fwoomp’ of grey particles. A bunch of fluffies flocked over in delight. None of them had cared about wanting someone to see their good poopies. It was just a matter of nobody wanted to get their hoofsies dirty!
Crossing his arms and turning away from the litter tray, he found a foal whimpering in the corner. This little purple idiot had been boohooing all day. Not that Donald had time to spare for his nonsense. Well, it’d make for good content, whatever his misery was.
Walking up to the foal, he tried to remember his name. Hmm. Ah yes! “Dino, what’s wrong with you? Why are you crying?” Donald leaned down and squished his finger into the foal’s tummy. “Is it because you’re a baby? A widdew ickle-wickle baby?”
Sniffling a bit, Dino nodded. Well, he was a baby. “Am omwy widdew babbeh.” He agreed. That’s not what was bothering him though. It was something far more serious.
“Nice mistah Donawd, Dino mummah am go fowebbah sweepies. An’, Dino miss mummah suuu much. Wry mummah weab?” It was true: The mare who’d been his foster mummah had went away just like the real mother he’d never known. Life was cruel to fluffies but seemed particularly menacing to this one.
Well well well. He’d had an unfortunate road and it just got even bumpier with Donald around. “Oh, little Dino. Don’t you know? Your ‘mummah’ is in Skettiland. A place where she gets skettis all day, and plays with the best toys, and gets so many hugs.”
This was said in the usual mocking tone reserved for when he was trying to mess with them but in typical fashion, it didn’t really stick. Instead Dino brightened up.
“Weawwy?” He asked with sparkling eyes. A nod from Donald.
“Oooohhh, of course! She’s even happier than when she was here! And one day you’ll go to this maaaaagical place in the sky and have so much fun! And you’ll get little wings and fly around! It’ll be sooo special!” All of this was nonsense but now Dino was running around excitedly.
“Mummah am in Skettiwand! She am suuuu habbeh! Dino nu am sad anymowe!” Oh? Not sad anymore? What nonsense. He’d just been fed nothing but a giant lie. False hope! Whatever. Donald knew that the only way to Heaven was through Jesus Christ…but he’d never let a fluffy in on that knowledge.
Something was happening in here. Something odd. There were more people in here than usual. Not shelter workers, but people from the public. Volunteers? No. They didn’t have the little sticker badges.
“Wow! These fluffies are so cute!” A young woman with a son gasped as a few of the lil critters gathered around her legs.
An elderly woman with a giant hairdo that looked like spidery cotton candy had scooped up a brown colt dressed up like a cheeseburger and was squishing his little face against her cheek. “My Lord, I never seen anything so dear!”
Donald scowled. What was going on? Why were they here? To laugh? Well, he saw merriment but no obvious laughter. None except from a mare who was getting her tummy kicked, legs kicking around as she broke into spats of giggles.
“Come on, Emily.” ChirpyChastiser86 murmured to his girlfriend who looked as geuninely confused as she did.
Donald’s nose crinkled. “The fluffy lovers have arrived and it makes me sick.”
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Every single last fluffy there was adopted that day. Like many things in Donald’s life, his attempts at getting them to suffer had failed. Those ridiculous photographs he’d uploaded to social media? Apparently people thought it was for an adoption campaign.
Not that news of the miracle he’d worked for them would reach his ears. Donald had a way of keeping himself extremely isolated from things. In living in a way that didn’t include reacting to what his actions actually wrought.
When he showed up the next day to volunteer at the shelter and was told there was no actual work to do for awhile, he brushed off any attempts at further conversation and left in a huff.
“You hear that, chat? All of the fluffies gone. No doubt having died in their sleep from sheer shame at looking so ridiculous in front of the world.” The two hundred viewers from the other day had ballooned to three hundred. Occasional chimes as donations were given reached his ears as he walked down the street and into an alleyway where an unsuspecting fluffy family waited.
“It’s summertime, chat. Watch as I give these fluffies the warmest blanket they don’t even need.” He chuckled to his stream viewers, unfurling a long plush blanket.
