Up next was Robin, the red Pegasus foal.
Fluffies can’t fly. Fluffy Pegasi are a genetic mistake, their fat bodies are too heavy to be lifted up by such tiny wings. As such, wings are generally nothing more than a stylistic choice for Fluffies. Most born with wings have them docked. Robin’s breeder was clearly proud of her genetics, so she chose to keep the wings. Good for her, just gives me more body parts to fuck up.
“Hey, wingie babbeh! Do you wanna learn to fly?”
“chirp chirp Wobin wan’ fwy! Wobin wan’ be speshuw wingie Fwuffy wike mummah!”
Poor thing, it was gonna have to learn the hard way.
We started with some drop tests. I would put her on top of a platform, and she would jump off and try to fly. We started with a dictionary, then an upside-down basket, then a chair, then a table. She landed on her hooves each time, but never got any momentum from her useless wings. I kept them close enough to the ground so she wouldn’t break any legs just yet.
One experiment I did with her was putting her in a bucket under the sink which would slowly fill with water, and she would have to use her wingies to escape.
“Hmmph! Wobin use wingies to fwy 'way fwom scawy wawas!”
Needless to say, she didn’t escape, but I pulled her out of the water before she could take her final breath. I had something much more special planned.
Initially, I was planning on tying her to a firework to let her experience flight for the first and last time. And then I had a better idea. One that I haven’t seen done before. I bought one of those T-shirt cannons that uses compressed air, and put some rocks around it to stabilize it, pointing it upwards.
“Alright, Robin, your training is complete. Once I shoot you out of this cannon, you’ll be able to fly around on your own!”
“Huh? But Wobin nu kno how to fwy! Wobin got stuckies in wawas an’ fawwed off tabwe!”
“That doesn’t matter. Once you’re up there, just start flapping those little wingies as hard as you can and you’ll be flying like a bird!”
“Otay! Gon’ fwy wike biwdy!”
After a countdown, I activated the cannon. POOF! That thing must’ve shot her 50 feet up into the air. I immediately grabbed my .50 caliber rifle, aimed it at her, and…
BOOM!
A red cloud formed in the sky as blood, guts, and fluff rained down from above. The little Fluffy’s entire body exploded from one shot. It would all be swept away with the wind by tomorrow, so cleanup wasn’t necessary.
“Dashie, it seems Robin has flown away.”
“Huh? But Fwuffies nu can fwy! Wingie things am jus’ pwetty!”
“That’s usually the case, but this was a miracle! I saw her flying through the sky all by herself!”
“Mummah so pwowd of wingie babbeh Wobin… mummah miss Wobin but am not sad, am so pwowd fo’ fwyin’ babbeh!”
Too easy.
==To Be Continued==
