Tired of your fluffy being a little bitch boy? Step right into Weather’s house! He’ll probably fuck you up but it’s worth it to get your fluffy back to normal!
Weather held the iron whip. It was perfect for harming fluffies, rodents, literally anything.
“So today, we will be converting you into regular fluffies!”
He had strapped each smarty people dropped off onto a plastic board. He was going to teach them what to do, and what not to do.
“What do we call these lovely brown foals?”
The smarties were too scared to answer, Weather’s cold eyes staring at them.
“Dummeh hoomin! Dey am called poopie babbehs!”
“Wrong!”
Weather whipped the smarty across the face. Their owner called them Potato. Strange name for a fluffy that isn’t brown.
The plastic board snapped, sending Potato flying.
“Not again! Uh… You guys stay here, if you try to escape you’ll die.”
Weather picked up Potato.
“They’re called babbehs. Regular foals. Not poopie babbeh or enfie babbeh.”
Weather put potato in a sock and hung the sock up onto the ceiling.
“That’s the sock of shame. You’ll be put there and punished later.”
Weather continued the slideshow.
“What do you do if your owner doesn’t give you sketties?”
“Dummeh!”
The smarty called Riptide defecated on the foals he kept to torture the smarties.
“Why you!”
Riptide pointed his anus towards the sky, bowels ready to paint the world brown!
Weather sidestepped the blast of shit.
“Class, stay here.”
Riptide ran through the dog door, trying to make a swift escape.
Weather ran after Riptide, and grabbed him by the head.
He carried Riptide inside making sure everyone was watching.
“Class, this is what happens when you are a spoiled smarty.”
Weather threw Riptide into the air, whipping him wildly.
“You don’t do that! You don’t poop over foals!”
Weather kept going as blood covered the whip.
He finally stopped as Riptide’s stomach was forced open.
Weather turned towards the scared stallions.
“You don’t want to end up like Riptide right? Then start acting like regular fluffies!”
Weather sewed Riptide’s stomach closed as he passed out, probably from the pain.
“That’s all for today!”
Weather played a clip of their special friends getting raped by other stallions.
“Enjoy the show.”
Weather walked outside in the rain, watching the sky. There was a meteor shower tonight and he wasn’t gonna miss it for retarded, bootleg My Little Pony bastards.