Honeydew witnesses what became of her last foal from one of her recent good litters. She always wondered why humans were so desperate to buy orange foals more around Halloween. John decided to take her on a walk around the neighborhood, where her orange foals made up more than half the Fluff-o-lanterns on the street.
John paid a local smarty and self appointed cult leader in spaghetti to psychologically torture his mare for an afternoon. It was a good thing John came back when he did.
If you’re interested in what was to become of her. Honeydew was going to be pillowed, dehorned, her breasts cut off and her vagina burned with a hair curler, before John dumps her on the side of the road.
She would later be brought to SAFE, a shelter that finds abused fluffies and gives them another chance at life by training them to be service and therapy fluffies.
He continued to be the exact same person he has always been.
First his abused Billie (his ex), then Honeydew, then probably a few more fluffies and a few more women, until he either dies of organ failure from drinking or getting shanked during one of his many visits to prison.
I suggest B. ascaris, the raccoon roundworm, because then John can have been hoist on his own petard. Up to 70% of adult raccoons and 90% of juvenile raccoons carry the eggs in their feces, which can pass into dirt or into water supplies. From here they can be ingested in contaminated water (or by not washing your damn hands after handling dirt in a raccoon latrine-).
We can have the worms be capable of reproducing inside of Fluffies as well as raccoons (something something Fluffies have raccoon DNA or something-)…or he feeds fluffies to raccoons, perpetuating the cycle and contaminating his garden with eggs.
The idea with Salem is that he’s a smarty but also a product of religious abuse, so he believes that all unicorns are witches, while all pegasi are angels.
His personality is meant to be like a bizarre mix of one of those TV televangelists and Charles Manson.
