Dave's Garage: Pumpkin (by Maple)

“Gooooooood morning shitrats!” You shouted, throwing open your garage door. Immediately your inmates started in on their threats and protests. You hadn’t fed them at all while you started preparation for the first punishment. You noticed the smarty lift it’s tail and just barely dodged a stream of liquid shit from the smarty. “Ooh, you’ll regret doing that, bud.” You grabbed his tail and yanked, forcing his ass against the bars of the cage. The smarty squealed, struggling to no avail. You rummaged through your bucket of plugs, settling on a medium metal buttplug with a jeweled base, and shoved it into him. His scream shut the rest of your caged fluffies up. “That’s much better!”

“Huu… Huu… Why huwt smawty??” The fluffy moaned.

You leaned in close to his cage, the fluffy pressing against the back wall to get away from you. “Because fuck you.”

You went back inside to grab what you’ve been working on, a modified mini fridge. You set it up in the corner, plugging it in and hooking up all the pipes and wires. “I hope you vermin appreciate all the work I put into this.” You said, standing and admiring your setup. “Honestly I’d say you aren’t worth it, I should just kill you all and be done!” You walked over to Pumpkin’s cage. “But that would be no fun, huh Pumpkin?”

“Nu… Nu huwt!” He puffed his cheeks, but his voice cracked.

“Oh, I won’t hurt you buddy!” You roughly pulled his cage off the stack, dropping it down in front of the mini fridge. “That’s what this special sorry box is for!” You popped the door open to display the features. “This box will get nice and cold for you, and stay that way!”

“Nu want cowd!!” The toughie shouted.

“I’m sure that’s what the fluffies you forced out into the cold said to you! And did you listen to them?” Pumpkin was speechless. How did this human know about that? “Now, these are usually airtight, but I didn’t want you to die too quickly, so there’s an air pump attached.” You pointed out the tubing attached to the side. “Also, normally these come with all sorts of safety features that keep anything from getting trapped inside, but don’t worry! I fixed that too!” You flipped the latch attached to the side, securely locking the door. You even gave it a few solid tugs to show that I would not open under any pressure. “You ready to try it out?”

“NUUUUUUUUUUU” pumpkin wailed. You opened the top of the cage and pulled the struggling fluffy out, roughly tossing him into the mini fridge. The door slammed shut behind him, and you latched it shut. His screams were just barely audible through the insulation, and you could hear his hooves beating on the inside. On the top there was the controls, you set the temperature to 25 degrees. The other fluffies watched in silence, save for the pregnant mares quiet sniffles.

Inside, you flipped on your laptop. There was one feature you didn’t tell him about, which was a night vision camera in the corner. You had a livestream of Pumpkin pounding his little hooves on the door of the fridge and sobbing. You set your laptop to record and set it aside. You’d check on him in a bit.

After two hours, Pumpkin was curled against the wall, shivering uncontrollably. He had pounded against the walls for quite some time, then frantically paced for at least 45 minutes. Now he was motionless, only the occasional shudder let you know he was still alive. You went out to check on him.

As the door opened, he blinked in the light of the garage. You pulled him out by the scruff. “Tank…Yu… Mistah…” He panted, shivering.

“Do you understand why you’re a bad fluffy?” He nodded. “Good. Cold is bad for fluffies, isn’t it?” Pumpkin nodded again, teeth chattering. You plopped him down in a bucket. “Let me get you something to warm up with okay bud?”

You set up a small camera pointed at the bucket, and pulled out a large canister. Donning a pair of thick gloves, you unscrewed the lid. “Wh-wh-whats dat?” Pumpkin asked.

“It’s warm, see the steam?” The canister had a ton of vapor coming out the top. “Now sit back so I don’t get this in your nose!” Pumpkin sat, expecting a wave of warm water to wash over him.

What he got instead was liquid nitrogen. It was difficult to procure, yes, but worth it. The fluffy screamed like you had never heard before as the liquid boiled around him. Frost built up on the side of the bucket as you slowly poured. Pumpkin’s screaming became hoarse as the level rose, eventually cutting off suddenly. You glanced over at your other captives, all cowering or covering their eyes. You capped the container and set it aside. The bucket continued to bubble, spewing steam. You couldn’t make out the orange fluff at the bottom so you had to reach in blindly to find him.

“Aw, frozen solid!” You held him by one arm, his body holding the pose it was in the bucket. You showed it to the camera, then to your captive fluffies. “Now he really knows what it feels like to freeze to death!” With that, you dropped the fluffy corpse, which shattered like ice on the concrete floor. Shards of hardened flesh scattered across the garage, sliding under the cages and causing their inhabitants to scream and try to avoid them. “Wow, that was even better than I thought it would be!” You picked up the severed head, forever frozen in a terrified scream. You admired it for a second, then dropped it and crushed it under your heel. One down. You reached over and clicked the camera off.


The video edited down to the highlights, you set it to render while you went back to feed your captives. They didn’t dare speak to you, only whining slightly as you slid trays with shit grade kibble in and refilled their water bottles. “I wonder which one of you I’ll play with next…” You smiled evilly, clicking off the garage light to leave them in complete darkness.

Video uploaded, you typed up a new post.


Here’s the video of the orange toughie getting what he deserves, the liquid nitrogen was an excellent suggestion, thankyou!

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Now, up next I’m feeling like taking care of the white bitch. She’s got a litter of foals I’ve got on the side, and apparently forced another mare to miscarry. I have a few ideas, but I’d love to know what y’all think!

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-Mantis2424

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Let her give birth normally BUT unless any are alicorns then they die right there on the teat. Bonus points if the ‘bestest’ is first (seriously HATE that mentality. Good thing that Arabica never had that to her foals.)

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Check the foals’ behavior, if any are salvageable give them back to Sam. If need be he can acquire smartie syndrome foals to act as replacements.

The rest need to go back in from whence they came and have her sealed up. Let her rot from the inside out just like her personality.

Extra points for putting her on an all dead foal diet.

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Forgot your username on the title fam

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Gave her parsley as a special treat with her kibble😈

Pumpkin now frozen and crushed pumpkin :smiling_imp:

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Dave is the man…tis.

Also I assume calling this one “Smashing Pumpkin” was too obvious?

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@LeroyLettering damnit, that’s really good.

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I concur. Sam indeed asked him to bring back any salvageable foals if my memory serves. Dave seems to be a good friend of his, so I wouldn’t be surprised if despite his morals regarding Fluffies he’d still honor his agreement with Sam.

He could have her choose one foal to save and decide the order the rest die in, only to reverse it in front of her. Whether the last foal lives or dies might depend on their behaviour.

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Rain’s foals should be tested to see if any of them have good enough behavior to go back to Sam. Tests could start off innocent enough like with sharing toys and food before looking into colors and alicorns. Mess with Rain’s mind and make her think she was actually a poopy fluffy all her life and have the bad foals around to make fun of her. Then color the bad foals poop brown and give them horns and wings to scare each other and Rain. Rain will most likely kill them and then she can be punished for being a monster herself. Make her look like an alicorn and force her to watch herself. Rain’s mind could break and she’ll die somehow or Dave can kill her in a drawn out version of how she killed her foals.

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My suggestion for Rain remains dying her brown and turning her into a milkbag but keep her eyes. Since her foals are already to one side, don’t have them watch this, instead introduce them to the ‘bad mummah’ and let Rain watch as her own babies reject her. Take the foals to Dave after that.

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Repeating my suggestion.

Convince her she killed her babies for all being Poopies but in actuality she’d just shitted on them and covered their colors, which all Fluffies thought were the prettiest ever.
That those babies are Lilac’s. Temporarily dye them brown, tell her that she stole them and convinced herself they were pretty colors. That all the other Fluffies only pretended so they could laugh at her.

Give Sam back her babies for Lilac to raise as justice. Tell Rain she asked him to give them back, but claim they are shedding their winter coats and the fluff underneath is pretty colors; they’ll be pretty adults and everyone will know that Lilac made such pretty babies. Rain will just be remembered for being stupid, pooping on a litter that was all Bestest then raising Poopies that got pretty when they weren’t hers anymore.

Then just keep going. She never had a Special Friend, just a string of males who had their way with her and she convinced herself they were a Fluffy who never existed. That Clover is her most frequent paramour.
Smarty probably shagged her, so convince her she was his son and also he was Derped.

Feed her something of poor nutritional value and drink to dehydrate, tell her she is a VERY old Fluffy and spent most of her life giving butt licking to the entire Herd. That they’re all dead because she lead them off a cliff and into water, and so on and so forth.

Just keep rewriting her life story to be as miserable as possible until she Wan Dies. Then finally convince her she has died, she’s a ghost but was too stupid for Skettieland so now she lives in her cage forever.

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Put something on her bestest and favorite baby to temporarily dye it brown and then when she kills it, wash it off to reveal the real colors.

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Use a pressure washer at its max and spray the babbhes when borned and let’s see what happens

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