In a local fluff-mart, lies a pegasus foal, he was red and yellow, he was about to open his eyes for the very first time but… once the little foal opened its eyes, he was gonna have the LONGEST trip to hell, a painful trip… (for the foal atleast)
The foal had finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was its favorite huggy-friend and his milk-feeder. The foal crawled up to the feeder, hungerly suckling onto the rubber nip off the feeder, after 2 minutes he was done having his fill and the foal tried to walk for the very first time of his life, he stood up on all of his leg, his legs started to shake and the foal took one step, then another and another… till the foal learned how to walk, the foal was happy and chirped in joy, then the foal played with the red tiny ball in the little box he was in, after 10 minutes, one of the workers of the fluff-mart found the little foal and picked him up, the foal chirped loudly and cried from the tight grip of the workers fingers on the back of the foals neck, the worker looked at the crying foal and said “this foal has opened its eyes!”.
The worker walked to the other part of the fluff-mart and dropped the foal into a bigger box, it has a litterbox, some huggy-friends, some milk-feeders and some bean-bag beds. The foal crawled to his new huggy-friend and hugged it and suckled his hoof, the foal was scared. It has been an hour and the foal was fast-asleep, with shit and piss covering its ass… ugh… one of the workers came up to the box and decided it was time to litterbox train the little sleeping foal, the worker gently tapped on the foals back with his finger, the foal woke up, still half asleep, the foal walked up to the finger, chirping and with a confused-tired look.
The worker picked the foal and took the foal into the litterbox training room, the worker dropped the foal onto the soft carpet floor and started to speak to the little foal “Ok lil guy, ya see that box over there? WHENEVER you need to make poopies or peepees, go into that box and do it in there to make good poopies or peepees, got it?” the foal walked over the litterbox and pissed in it, the worker just assumes the foal understands what he said to the foal, so he put the foal back into the box with all the other foals in it, still sleeping.
Its the next day, and the foal said his first word “m-m-m… m… mu-m-ah…?” the foal said while looking at a big mummah plush toy that sings songs to foals to calm them down, the foal smiled and hugged the plush, wagging his tail, after he walked up to one of the milk feeders, but when the foal tried to suckle on it, he was pushed away from the rubber nip by another foal, the foal was a pastel blue and red maned unicorn, the foal snorted at the little pegasus foal, the little pegasus foal started to cry “huuhuuu… m-mean-ie…” the unicorn foal was bigger and taller than him, the unicorn foal starts to laugh “hahaha! dummeh! miwkies am fow smawty babbeh! nu fow dummeh weak babbehs wike 'OU!” he said, kicking the pegasus foal away and then suckling on the rubber teat greedily, the little foal cried and walked away, one of the workers saw the little foal crying and went up to him “hm? whats wrong little foal?” the worker asked, the foal pointed its hoof to the unicorn foal “huuhuuu… m-mean-ie big babb-eh h-huwt babbeh…” the worker sighed and went up to pick the unicorn foal.
She walked away with the now squirming foal, and the pegasus foal was left in the box. It has been an week living in the fluffmart, the foal grew up a bit, the foal can now speak like most of the foals in the fluffmart, but nobody brought the little foal, everyone else brought all the other foals that the little foal was with, the foal was always sad when another foal was picked up and brought… it wasnt fair for him. The foal would play with the blocks it had and play with the stuffy-friend the foal had, the foal was starting to get hopeless, it doesnt help that the foal was being ignored by all the other foals in the box, so the little foal wasnt even able to make new friends. The foal would cry and stomp his little hooves against the ground “huuhuuu! NU AM FAIW! WAI TAKE OTAH BABBEHS BUH NU TAKE BABBEH?! …am gud babbeh… HUUHUU” which made buyers avoid the foal at ALL costs even more.
It has been 2 months now, the little foal was now an adult, he got jealous of every fluffy and foal near him that got adopted, he would cry everyday in the fluffmart, he just wants a new home, because now he is in the last chance box, and he heard that he would be thrown outside, or even worse… be fluffy pony kibble! So he tried his hardest to seem very cute to buyers, but noone paid no attention to him, they all want the other fluffies… but not him… It was going to be the next day… and that day… the fluffy would get thrown outside or be turned into kibble for fluffies to eat… he doesnt want to meet his fate just yet though, he tried to hide underneath his fuzzy bed so by the next morning he wouldnt be found, he fell asleep trying to stay awake for the whole time.
It has been the next morning now, he is still sleeping under his fuzzy bed, a man wearing a oversized hoodie came into the fluffmart and looked around to buy a new fluffy, he noticed the red fluffy pony sleeping underneath its bed, he decides to pick it because it was gonna be the day the fluffy would be fluffy pony kibble or be thrown into the cold, snowy streets to freeze to death, he went up to a worker and asked “Uhm, hello, may i get that red and yellow pegasus last chance fluffy?” the worker turned around looking at the man with a smile “Oh! sure, even since its his time to go out of the store.” she said, walking up to the last chance box, gently picking up the fluffy from underneath its bed, the fluffy woke up, realising that he is being picked up, he starts to freak out and shakes his legs “NUUU! NU WAN FOWEBA SWEEPIES!! HUUHUU PWEASE GIB MOWE TIME!” he yelled in fear, crying so hardly his face is covered in his tears, the worker tried calming him down “shhhh… shh… chill! im not gonna kill you! someones finally gonna adopt you!” after hearing this, the fluffy stopped crying and starts to wag his tail with a huge smile on his face “w-w-weawy!? YAY FINAWWY!!”
The fluffy was put in a box, then he was put on the cashier desk “Ok, that’ll be £1.00!” the worker said, the man took out his wallet from his pocket, then took out some money, and placed it on the table, the worker took the money “Ok the order is complete, have a wonderful day!” she said, as she waved at the man with a smile on her face, the man waved back and took the box that had the fluffy in it, the man then put the box in the trunk of his car and shut it close, he then went onto the drivers seat and started the car.
When he finally got home he took out the box with the now sleeping fluffy and place it on the table, he then took off his oversized hoodie and threw it onto the couch, he took off his shirt and wore his white tank shirt, he opened the box, the fluffy woke up from the bright lights and looked up at his new owner “nyu daddeh?” the fluffy asked the man, the man looked at the fluffy and held it in his arms “yeah, im your new “daddeh”, whatever, your new name with be… punching-bag.” he responded to the fluffy, the fluffy loved his new name, being to stupid to even know what his name even means to him, the man walked up to the fridge and got some achohol, then he walked into the basement.
The man then put punching-bag onto the table, putting duct-tape onto punching-bags limbs so that he cant move them, the man got an axe, punching-bag looked at the man, then looked at the axe hes holding “umm… wai punchy-baggy nu can m-move weggies…?” he said in a fearful tone, shaking a bit, the man grinned and looked at punching-bag with an evil look on his face “well… your gonna be something special for daddy…” before punching-bag could say anything, his owner chopped off his left arm, he screeched in pain and shat himself “SCREEEEEE!! huuhuuuu… wai take p-punchy-baggies w-weggie?! huwties!” he wailed, pissing himself from the extreme pain he is feeling, his owner chopped off his other arm, and then chopped off his leg… until he chopped all of punching-bags legs off his body, leaving a bloody mess.
He quickly got the stitches and stitched punching-bags stumps so that he wouldnt bleed out, once he stitched up his stumps, he picked up the crying fluffy by the back of his neck and walked up to a anchor hook thats hanging from the ceiling, then he put punching-bag onto it, he screeched in pain, crying and begging his owner to stop “p-pwease daddeh… punchy-baggy nu wan m-mowe o-owwies… huuuuhuuu… nu wan mowe… reee…” his owner grabbed the bottle of achohol, and grabbed punching-bag by his neck, shoving the bottle down punches throat, he started to choke on the achohol, but he couldnt do anything but be force fed achohol, after his owner was done forcing the liquid down his throat, he felt very dizzy, his owner drank some achohol for himself too, then he put on his boxing gloves, he then tapes some pillows onto punching-bag so that he doesnt punch out all of punching-bags insides out of him.
He started to punch the drunk fluffy, punching-bag screamed in pain, crying and pissing himself, he felt too dizzy, the room was spinning for punching-bag, his owner is having some fun punching him, he gave a few bruises to punch, and a black eye, after he was done punching the drunk fluffy, he took of his boxing gloves and removed the pillows from punch “huuhuu… hic hab o-owwies ebywewe…” punching-bag said in a tired tone, he hicced again and some vomit came out of his mouth, his owner got two buckets, one for peeing and one for shitting, he placed the buckets infront and behind punching-bag and said “we will have round 2 tommorrow… yawn” as he walked out of the basement, shutting the lights off and shutting the door closed.
(note: sorry if the writing is a bit weird, also images coming later.)