SATURDAY, JANUARY 10TH.
You were an abuser. You had never hurt a real fluffy but loved to watch others do it. Now, flufftv is a website which hosts livestream for anything to do with fluffy ponies, including abuse. Hugboxer campaign groups have tried to change this but flufftv won’t budge. Anyway, you were bored and looking through current streams with the abuse tag when you saw one that piqued your interest.
“Newly Purchased Foal Hugbox then Torture” being broadcast by “The Abuse Show.”
So was this streamer gonna treat a foal nicely then abuse it? You clicked to find out.
Connecting to stream…
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A small, but older than chirpy, red unicorn filly is in what looks like a closet saferoom, with pink soft carpet placed all over the wall and floor and a fluffy blue bed. Its standing on its hind legs while waving its front legs around and tilting slightly.
“Wook daddeh!!! Am dancie widdle babbeh!!! Mummah wubbed when babbeh danced!!!” says the foal, beaming a wide smile at someone whos off camera.
The tiny little foal with no mane yet but opened eyes is then seen munching away at a small bowl of kibble. The man off camera then declares to the red unicorn filly that its name will be strawberry, which it reacts with a soft cooing and “Wub namesie!” It then yawns, hugs the man’s knee and rubs it’s soft little cheek against it while cooing adorably.
“Peep! Wook daddeh coo! am soft widdle babbeh! cheep! Stwawbewwy wub daddeh su much, chirp chirp! Bigges heawt happies! coo”
“I love you too, strawberry. Now get some rest.” Replies the man.
“Otay daddeh.” Says the tiny red foal, while lying on its back and slurping it’s little hoof.
The man then shuts the closet and turns the camera on himself.
“So I purchased this dumb little shitrat from the second fluffy store in town, it’s smaller than the big one I usually get them from. Some nerd named Samuel and his friend sold me it. I’ve been treating it like a hugboxer but early next morning I’m gonna give the little fucker what it deserves! So come back tomorrow.” The stream then promptly ended.
Some of the chat seemed to be a bit pissed off that the man wasn’t gonna stream himself torturing the foal yet, but you were pretty tired so you didn’t complain. You went to sleep quickly, thinking about what will happen to the little red unicorn filly.
SUNDAY, JANUARY 11TH
The next day you went back on fluff tv at 4:00pm, because he seemed to always stream then. You logged in and checked your following list, The Abuse Show being right at the top. You clicked his live.
Connecting to stream…
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The stream began with the foal crawling around on a wooden table, its little eys full of joyful tears as it explored the new world around it, thnking it would be living a life of happiness and love saying small words like
“Peep! Babbeh spwowe! Daddeh wub wen babbeh spwowe! Coo!”
The man placed 3 wooden blocks on the table for the red unicorn filly to play with, it began stacking them up and knocking them down, giggling each time and saying “Wub!” The man then scooped the tiny red foal up and cradled it in the palm of his hand, which it fit into quite comfortably with lots of room still left. The man let the foal suckle from a bottle, it drank, made little coos and said muffled little words like “miwkies!” and “daddeh!” After it was finished it squeaked:
“coo Wub ou su much daddeh, bigges ebah heawt happies”
While the miniscule foal joyfully knocked around a little pink ball, hugged one of the blocks, and experienced “heart happies” a lighter could be heard off camera, the man turned the camera to show that he was smoking several cigarettes. The red foal still hadn’t developed a mane, but probably would have one in a day or twos time. The cameraman sprang into action. He took away the three blocks, making the foal react by saying:
“cheep! Wai take bwockies? chirp! Stwawbewwy stiww pwayin!”
The man poked the foal in the chest, making it fall backwards and go into a fit of chirping. He poked it around the table, watching it’s delicate little body flop around. He then used both his thumbs to slam the foals front legs flat on the table, causing it to make scaredy pee-pees on the table
“PEEP! Wai daddeh huwt weggies? Wai daddeh bein meanie? Stwawbewwy scawedies! chirp chirp”
“Because you just made bad pee-pees. I put a litterbox on this table for you and you ignored it! That’s what bad fluffies do.” replied the abuser.
“NUUUUUU! chirp chirp chirp STWAWBEWWY VEWY SOWWY! AM ONWY BABBEH! WIWW USE WIDDAHBAWKS NEX TIME! PWEASE NU MOWE MEANIE DADDEH! WAN GOOD DADDEH!” said the foal while helplessly staring up at the cameraman, its little back legs flapping up and down, trying to run away.
The man blew a large puff of cigarette smoke in the little red foals face, causing it to go into an awful fit of coughing, gagging, wheezing and chirping.
“wheeeEEEEEEEeeeze d-gag-daddeh COUGH COUGH WHEEZE dad-cough-deh”
Its hind legs were pointed at the ceiling and slowly rowing back and forth, in a pathetic attempt to escape. The man then took out two drawing pins, and shoved them straight through the cough fit recovering foals pinned-down front hooves, going through the weak cartilage like butter.
“SCREEEEEE! WAI DADDEH BEIN MEANIE TO STWAWBEWWY??? STWAWBEWWY FOT DADDEH WUBBED STWAWBEWWY!!! AM ONWY WIDDLE BABBEH!!! cheep peep cheep!” cried the tiny, delicate foal.
The man then took the 4 cigarettes and one by one put them out on the foal, on its nose, in its eye, in its “poopie pwace”, and in its ear. The foal shrieked with pain during each burning, and pleaded for who she thought was her loving daddeh to stop.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! BABBEH STWAWBEWWY NU CAN SEE!!! WHY DADDEH MUNSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! POOPIE PWACE HUWTIES!!! CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP!”
After it was over and the pins were removed from the foals hooves, it asked in a small voice
“s-suuu weak…wai daddeh m-munstah??? st-stwawbewwy fot daddeh wubbed…peep…heawt huwties…nee huggies”
“I never loved you. I just tricked you. Your mother never loved you either. She told me she thought your dancing was bad and you weren’t pretty.” laughed the man.
The little red foal with no manes face slowly transformed into an absolutely horrified expression, but then into an absolutely depressed one.
“huuu-huuuuu…HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! NEE HUGGIES??? MUMMAH??? WAI MUMMAH SED NU WUBS SOFT WIDDLE DANCIE BABBEH??? WAI DADDEH GIB BIG HUWTIES!!! STIWW NU CAN SEE!!! NEE WUB! NEE WUB!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“SHUT UP YOU LITTLE WASTE OF OXYGEN! IM GONNA TAKE YOU AWAY FROM YOUR SAFEROOM! YOU LIVE IN THE LITTERBOX NOW SINCE YOU COULDNT SEEM TO FIND IT EARLIER! GOODNIGHT!”
Bellows the abuser, as he picks the foal up by the tail, making it emit a shrill peep, and violently shoves its face into a perfect little spiral poopie it had made earlier. It goes into a fit of chirping, rubbing its face with its hooves and coughing, trying to get the poopies off. The man left it in its emotionally destroyed state, turned the lights off, and a faint “babbeh nu wike dawkies…” could be heard right before the stream cut.
MONDAY, JANUARY 12TH
Connecting to stream…
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After a long day at work you winded down and watched the next stream, eager to see what happened to the shitrat next.
The stream opened with the red filly unicorn, which had its first few little hairs of its brown mane, was crying and peeping in the litterbox, poop smeared all over its fur. The chat had a good laugh at it’s expense, when it suddenly said:
“Heart huwties…stwawbewwy wan good daddeh back…huuu-huuuuuu, nu smeww pwetty!” Wailed the foal, which was slightly bigger than a prune.
“Haha, your getting a poopy mane because your just a unwanted poopy baby!” Taunts the abuser.
“HUU-HUU! MEANIE DADDEH!!! AM NU POOPY FWUFFY!!!” protested the foal, bawling it’s eyes out, one of which was swollen shut from having a cigarette rubbed in it.
“Yes you are. You are a useless poopy fluffy. You live in a litterbox, your covered in poopies, and your getting a poopy mane to top it off!” Chuckled the man sinisterly.
“huuuuuu-huuuuuuuu…daddeh wite…am jus poopie babbeh…wan die…wan die…” replied the foal, accepting it’s fate.
“Yep. And poopy babies get lots of HURTIES!”
The man yanks the foal up by the ear, causing it to piss itself and protest about the “bah upsies” its receiving. He takes it through to the bathroom, the shivering, delicate little red unicorn dangling by its ear is instinctively crying for its mother. The man holds it over the toilet.
“NUUUUU! MUMMAH SABE BABBEH!!! SABE WIDDLE SOFT COO-COO DANCIE BABBEH!!! cheep NU WAN GO IN HOOMAN WITTAHBAWKS!!!” peeps the foal.
“Well, poopies go in the litterbox where they belong, and you’re a poopy, soooooo…also your mother won’t save you, she hates you, remember?”
“huuu-huuuu peep! Stwawbewwy pwecious widdle eawsie hab huwties fwom munstah daddeh bah upsies!” says the foal, ignoring the abuser.
The cameraman violently threw the foal into the toilet. It flapped its little arms to try stay afloat, but its head got pushed down when the man began to piss on the thrashing baby pony.
“gurgle gurgle splutter PEEEEEEEP!!! NU CAN SW-gurgle peep gurgle”
The foal manage to get on its back after doing countless loopdiloops in the toilet, and the man scooped up it with a piece of toilet paper in its hand, it was heavily breathing, chirping, and sodden with urine. It curled up into a tiny shivering ball in the toilet paper, trying to wrap itself up to get rid of the piss, but the man continuously flicked the head of the foal sending it into a hysterical tyrade
“STOH!!! splutter HUUUUU-HUUUUUUUU! WAI DADDEH PEE PEE ON BABBEH? AM GOOD BABBEH! PWOMIS! NU WISSEN TO MEANIE MUMMAH! PWEEZ DADDEH! STOH FWICKIN BABBEH WIDDLE HEAD PWEEEEEEEEEEZ!!! chirp chirp chirp”
Its pleas fell on deaf ears as it was stuffed into a dog poo bag and brought back upstairs. The man sat back down at the wooden table with ice cubes in his hands and took the still shivering red unicorn foals tiny tender little body and violently began rubbing it with an icecube all over its tummy.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NU MOWE COWDIES! NU MOWE COWDIES!!! SCREEEEEHUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! STWAWBEWWY JUS WAN WUB! JUS WAN WUB! cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chirp peep!”
After its brutal assault the foal was on the brink of death. It lay on the table not saying a single word for about 2 minutes, when suddenly it started repeating “wan die…wan die…wan die…wan die” over and over again. The man could be heard saying “ah fuck, well that’s-” Before the stream abruptly cut.
TUESDAY, JANUARY 13TH
You sat in your chair, anxiously awaiting 4pm to see why the stream had abruptly cut, and to see if the little shitrat had survived. You got a bit caught up in some other activities that it was actually 4:05 when you joined the stream, so you’d missed the first 5 minutes.
Connecting to stream…
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When you joined, the red unicorn foal had a partially developed brown mane and was repeating “wan die” in the litterbox it had been confined to. Somebody could be heard moving things about off camera when a hand suddenly pinched the foal up by the scruff of the neck, it cheeped and made scaredy poopies but still kept repeating wan die over and over. The shot reappeared with the once joy filled red foal, who liked to give huggies because it was a “soft widdle babbeh” was now lying on its side on a metal workbench in a puddle of its own vomit. It had been transported in the same black dog poo bag, but ice cubes had been put in it to make the journey even more uncomfortable. Dried feces and urine had made its beautiful rosy red fur now a mainly greeny-reddish-brown.
“nu smeww pwetty…nu wook pwetty…nu wub…am jus poopie babbeh…peep wan die…wan die wan die wan die wan die” states the foal, solemnly.
“Exactly. Know you’re place you disgusting piece of shit.” taunts the abuser, in an aggresive voice, causing the foal to cry and its tiny body to shake in distress.
The man then produces a miniature hacksaw, startling the foal and making it try to hug the floor. He slams the foals face down onto the metal table into its puddle of scaredy pee pees, making it produce even more! The man then slowly saws the foals horn off, making it snap out of the wan die loop
“PWEEZ NU! PWEEZ NU! NU TAKE BABBEHS HOWNIE! BABBEH NEE, BABBEH NEE!” blubbered the foal, whos legs began attempting to stand up, but were pushed down by the cameraman.
Obviously the mini-hacksaw was just for show. You could easily cut a fluffies horn off with a butterknife. Hell, you could probably scratch it off if you tried a little. Anyway, when the foals face was let up, moist with pee, it tried to use its front hoove to feel for its horn. Realizing it wasn’t there it began bawling
“BABBEH HATECHU!!! BABBEH HATE EBBYWUN!!! WAI NU WUN WUB BABBEH!!! BABBEH HAB NAMESIE, NAMESIE STWAWBEWWY!” shouts the foal in the loudest voice it could manage, one of its eyes still swollen shut.
The foals face was slammed down again and now the hacksaw was brought down on the little red foals legs, slicing through them like an apple. This was the “last straw” for the foal, as it totally flipped out.
“WEAVE WEGGIES AWONE! BABBEH NEE WEGGIES MOWE DAN ENNYFIN IN DA HO WIDE WOWD! NEE WEGGIES TU HUG, AN AN AN TU WUN! chirp”
Its frantic pleas were ignored and it then was left to lie on the workbench, looking like some type of deformed, bodily fluid stained bowling pin crying its heart out. The man then, for dramatic effect slowly pushed a beaker with a clear, bubbling liquid in it. Probably acid. The man proceeded to pick up the chirping foal, and slowly lower it, tail first, into the beaker. Your suspicions were confirmed when the lower half of the foal dissapeared, leaving red wisps floating up the beaker.
“SCREEEEEEE! BABBEH STINGIES! STWAWBEWWY STINGIES!!! NU CAN FEEW BUM-BUM!!! NEE HUGGIES!!! NU CAN MOWE!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHUUUUUUUUUUU!” cried the foal.
“This is what you deserve. You are a shitrat. A poopy baby. A useless waste of space that deserves NOTHING in this world. Fuck you.” replies the abuse in heartless, monotone voice. The foal nodded and huu-huued as it was lowered further with no mercy, until all that remained was a grey eyed, vomit covered, slightly brown maned, red foal head.
It was for sure dead, and what a painful death it had suffered. The camera went back and some tools could be heard working. A voice saying, “There we go!” could be heard when camera suddenly re focused to show a clean, wiped foal skull.
“Theres another for the collection. I’m planning to stream the torture of a full family next. Stay tuned!” says the man, as the stream fades to black. A masterpiece.
THE END
