“Tell me, fluffy, do you know what the meaning of ‘stupidity’ is?”
The inquiry was posed by a quaint young woman; her hair cut short and neat, her clothes a clinically white dress. Her audience was a plump blue stallion stray prone on his back on a table in the woman’s backyard. He was not restrained by any physical means, but it was clear from the quivering of his lips and his trembling hide, this fluffy was petrified.
So the lady asked one more time with a grave sternness in her voice to signal that she was rapidly losing patience. This caused the fluffy to whimper and stammer the following, “Huuu… stoopi am wike… w-wike… d-dummeh… huuu huuu–”
To bring the fluffy’s thoughts back from the plummet into despair, the woman lashed out with an arm and painfully squeezed the scruff of the stallion’s neck. He cried out and attempted to thrash the fingers clasping his skin off, but the fluffy only succeeded in hurting himself even more. He screamed and screamed until his captor was satisfied and released him. The pinch left a rapidly expanding bruise on his flesh. Feeling it throb and ache, the fluffy tucked his forelegs close to his chest and sobbed to himself.
“Do you think I am stupid, fluffy? Am I a ‘dummeh’?” The woman emphasized the silly word with a sarcastically childish sneer. A simple enough and brainless gesture, yet the fluffy shuddered from the sting of being made to feel so small and helpless. This woman made him feel just as dumb as her mocking voice conveyed.
“Nu! Fwuffy nu fink dat! Fwuffy nu–”
Another pinch, but this time it was the inner thigh on one leg. The woman pulled the skin between her forefinger and thumb and twisted. The stallion shrieked before clamping his jaws onto a hoof. His voice, muffled, carried through his hoof, and drool leaked from the corners of his mouth.
“Liar.” The woman stopped pinching the fluffy.
He pulled his leg from his mouth. He was bleeding, his jaw was sore, his throat stung, breathing was difficult…
“Am sowwy! Pweasies! Humies nu am dumb! Wet fwuffy go!”
The woman said nothing to that. She put her arms behind her and leaned forward, a scrutinizing scorn upon her countenance. The fluffy made no attempt to stand and leave-- he only bawled about how unfair the lady’s treatment was, and how scared she was making him feel.
“Why did you come here, fluffy?”
“Huu… fwuffy am hungies, an’… an’… wan’ homesies…”
The woman smiled a toothy, malicious grin that terrified the fluffy even more somehow.
“Nu wan homesies nu moa’! Wan’ go 'way! Wan go 'way from munstah wady! SCREEEEEEE! SCREEEEE!”
“You’re a pretty stupid thing, fluffy,” cooed the woman.
The stallion gasped a sob and buried his face in his hooves in shame. He huu-huu’d and complained about how mean the woman was. He asked himself, why was the lady so mean? What did he do to deserve this treatment?
“You think it’s okay to just help yourself to my garden, then? You cannot even fathom that this is something you brought upon yourself?” the woman asked with genuine intrigue.
“Fwuffy am onwy fo’ huggies an’–”
The woman laughed cruelly. It was always a treat to see the many forms of ignorant entitlement that these creatures embodied. So the woman, in her twisted amusement, took one of the stallion’s rear hooves in her hand and promptly flicked her wrist. The bones and joints came apart, and the hoof was ruined just like that.
As soon as the woman let go, the fluffy jerked his leg back and screamed.
“Do you realize how wrong you are, now?”
But the fluffy continued screaming incoherently. He tried hugging himself, but the pain shooting through his nerves in speedy waves was too much. With his only recourse employed to no avail, the fluffy simply cried.
The lady delicately took the false-pony from the table and set him down on the nice grass, right-side-up. The fluffy immediately threw himself to one side and continued to scream.
“I was going to let you go if you did a good dance, but it seems like you’d rather lie there and be hurt. Oh well.”
In a fit of passion, the fluffy twisted itself about to face the woman and blurted out with an impotent rage, “Fwuffy nu can do dancies! Am tu biggies an’ too huwtied! DUMMEH! DUMMEH MUNSTAH! STOOPI DUMMEH! DUMMEH DUMMEH!” With each repetition of the word, the fluffy crumpled and squinted his eyes. Soon words escaped him entirely and he returned to his miserable sobbing.
At this, the lady squatted down so that she could stroke the fluffy’s mane. In time, the fluffy’s crying slowed and the streaming tears abated. Puffy eyes looked upon the woman searchingly. “Munstah stahp huwting fwuffy?”
“No. I’m too dumb to be nice to you.”
Before the words could register to the fluffy’s small brain, she took his other rear hoof and subsequently destroyed its articulation with a merciless wrenching. The stray howled and threw his head back into the grassy ground. Then he started to pound himself in the face with his front hooves while squirming, wracked with torment.
"WEGGIES! WEGGIES NU WOWK NU MOA! WEGGIES NU WOWK NU MOA! HEWP! SCREEEEE! SCREEEEE!
The woman shook her head. “I mean, if you insist.”
So, she took the fluffy’s thighs in both her hands and forced them apart so far as to dislocate the bones from the hip sockets with a decisive pop. The fluffy fell unconscious from the excruciating agony. Urine dribbled down his fur and ropes of feces snaked out of his behind.
Unfortunately, the fluffy woke up again.
When he did, he was far from the woman’s property.
His lower body was crippled beyond healing.
His genitals were mangled.
And he was forced to live in this suffering for some time still before his body finally expired.