This one is also in very bad taste. You were warned.
>Tex, Pat, and Sue climbed the utility pole outside the house
>They cut the power line to kill the alarms and any cameras
>They couldn’t let anyone know who really did this
>People had to think it was abusers who did it.
>Charlie had told them to ‘Totally destroy these fluffies, as gruesome as you can’
>This would instigate the final ultimate war between the hugboxers and the abusers.
>When the smoke cleared, everyone would be gone but they family.
>They would be left with a new Eden.
>The three cultists climb from the pole to a nearby tree branch and descend into the grounds
>Halfway to the house, an orange stallion in a Cozy Coupe scoots up to them.
>“Beep beep” he imitates a car horn with his mouth, “Hewwo nice mistahs. Nyu fwiend?”
>Tex pulls out his .22 and levels it at the fluffy
>“We pway cops and wobbas?” says the fluffy
>The fluffy raises a hoof in Tex’s direction and makes gun noises, “Bang! Bang!”
>Tex rips the fluffy’s leg off and empties four rounds into its chest
>The seat of the Cozy Coupe immediately fills with fluffy shit as the fluffy makes scaredy poopies and dies
>The cultists push the Cozy Coupe away towards a remote corner of the yard, where it explodes cinematically
>Tex cuts the screen of an open window and the three cultists noisily clamber in, startling a red stallion with a white mane
>“Wha!? Wha dat!? Who dewe!?”
>Tex kicks him in the head, “I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work”
>Fluffy is knocked out cold
>Tex turns to his co-conspirators
>“Go find the others”
>In a brightly colored saferoom three fluffies sit happily rolling a ball back and forth
>A blue unicorn stallion with white and red, stripes rolls the ball to an earthie mare with fluff the sparkling brown color of instant coffee crystals.
>The coffee colored mare rolls the ball to Tater, a heavily pregnant pegasus with fluff the color of a red potato.
>The pregnant pegasus rolls the ball back to the striped stallion
>They don’t notice the three humans creeping up behind them
>“Screeee! Bad upsies!”
>They begin carrying the fluffies to the living room where they had thrown the first unconscious fluffy
>“Whewe you take fwuffies nice hoomans?”
>They gasp when they see the wounded fluffy sprawled out on the floor
>“Wha happen to fwiend?”
>On hearing his friends, the red and white fluffy slowly begins to stir
>“Wun!” he gasps, “Munstas am hewe fo munsta wowk!”
>He rises unsteadily to his feet and tries to take his own advice and flee, but Tex brings a foot down and crushes his head
>The other fluffies shit themselves in fear, then cry over the fact that they’ve made bad poopies
>The first one to semi-regain composure is the pregnant one
>“Nu huwt Tatew,” cries the pregnant fluffy, “Am soon mummah”
>“Pwease nu huwt soon mummah nice mistahs” echoes the strpied fluffy
>“I have no mercy for you,” Sue tells the fluffies
>To punctuate Sue’s statement, Tex shoots the stallion in the chest and then zip ties the stallion’s and the soon mummah’s necks together
>“T-Tatew… fw…fwy away!” gasps the stallion
>“Tatew am twying!” cries the mare, desperately flapping her useless wings
>Suddenly, the coffee crystal colored fluffy wiggles out of Patty’s grasp
>She’s off like a shot before the surprised cultists can respond.
>Patty picks up the chase and runs after her
>Nearly catches up to her near the house’s private pool
>She dives after the fluffy pony but misses
>It doesn’t matter
>Fluffy pony falls into the pool and drowns
>Patty dives into the pool with her knife and chops the fluffy into coleslaw just for good measure
>Meanwhile, Tex has hung the two zip-tied fluffies from the ceiling on a rope and he and Sue are taking turns swinging their knives at them like they were some sort of flesh pinata
>With the last of their strength the fluffies keep begging for Tater’s tummy babbehs to be spared.
>Eventually the foals tumble out of one of the knife wounds in Tater’s abdomen
>Tex and Sue stomp the shit out of them
>By the time Patty gets back, there’s more of the two fluffies scattered around the floor then there is hanging from the ceiling
>The cultists each tear off one of the former soon mummah’s legs and use them as markers to write “SHITRAT” all over the walls in blood
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>The next day they’re watching the news and Charlie is facepalming
>Turns out the guy whose fluffies they killed is a notorious criminal who everyone hates
>The hugboxers and abusers are less at odds than ever before
>This was all that the news had to say about the incident, because the coverage was interrupted by a breaking report that the president had been assassinated by a talking dolphin.