Our story opens in a big clearing in the woods of the Pacific Northwest. Inside a ring of apple trees, protected by a thick coverage of bramble, lived a mass of fluffy families who knew no trouble. They lived their days playing amongst themselves, building friendships, and taking care of their many babbehs. For them it was the only thing next to the sketty land they told their children of.
The fruit-bearing trees dropped enough sustenance that even as the population grew and grew they would need not worry about rationing. The thick bramble may have kept them inside but prevented anything but small bunnies and cute squirrels from coming in. A visitor was always such a joyous occasion, the friendly animals being quite the sight for their babbehs to learn that nature was harmless.
The community hadn’t even considered the need for a smarty amongst them. There were wise members of their community of course but with the plenty and splendor of their land there was no need for a leader. The last time the fluffies had to feel strife was when a slightly aggressive wasp had wandered in.
At the time most of the fluffies were taking drinks of the stream that cut through the clearing. Wide enough to provide plenty of water to the large herd but shallow enough that even the babbehs had no fear of drowning in the water. Even the fluffy’s hydrophobic nature had gone away in the delightful stream that they could sip from or play in.
Not all was peaceful however, some of the fluffies could hear a distant rustling in the bramble. Yet even this got the fluffies excited, running to the edges of their little garden of eden to see who would get to be the first to see whichever creature wanted to share in their life.
“Babbeh hope it thumpy munstah. Chasies so fun wiff thumpy munstahs.” A sky-blue filly commented on one corner.
“Weafy hope it am chirpie munstah. Wan sing mummah song wiff chirpie munstah.” A staggeringly pregnant mare cooed in excitement.
“Wocky jus hope it nu buzz buzz munstah~ Stiww wemembew stingy huwties~” A maroon stallion said, having been the sole victim of the great wasp attack from last year.
The fluffies wishes were not right on the money yet their curiosity was answered none the less.
“AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH” A grown human man covered in lacerations from bramble screamed out in agony as he wrenched himself free of the thorny bushes.
This was Simon.
Simon had spent the last few days in the woods with nothing to consume but Bath Salts and just recently had eaten several fist-fulls of magic mushrooms. He had been imagining things and did his damndest to run through the bramble to escape his imagination. He wasn’t sure where he was now but seeing a bunch of tiny technicolor talking ponies was not the best environment for one of his current mental faculties.
“SKREEEEEE MUNSTAAAAH!” Daffodil, a yellow heavily pregnant mare screamed as she was the first of the fluffies to see Simon.
Simon meanwhile had grabbed the mare to try and pull himself out of the bramble. She offered no leverage of course, simply feeling the painful squeeze of his fingers around her bloated body as she was brought up to his face.
“EEEAAAAUUUUGGGGH!!!” Simon screamed so hard into the mare’s face that his eyes started to water from the effort.
Between the horrid wailing, the blood coming from his face, and the gnarled gapped teeth of the man Daffodil for thr first time in her life had felt abject terror. Her brain didn’t even know how to properly react to the situation. The mare simply started twitching like a spastic and violently shitting herself.
“BIGGEST POOPIEEEEES!!!” The mare shouted as her brain was slightly brought back to reality. Her panicked state caused Daffodil to eject her premature foals onto the feces she just laid. Weak chirps started to come from the foals underdeveloped mouths however they didn’t have time to be comforted by their mother.
Simon had flung the mare back into the bramble with the force of God backing him, the mare embedded at least three feet deep into the bramble. Shortly after Simon managed to tear himself free of the thorny vines only to find himself stepping on, crushing, and then slipping on the premature babies under foot.
He skidded a few feet and landed chest first onto two fluffies who were shitting and pissing themselves in horror at the sight. The two fluffies were paralyzed from the waist down and their lower halves mangled by Simon. The new lack of feeling was a fresh hell for the fluffies to endure.
“GE OFF MUNSTAH STAW NU CAN FEEW WEGGIES!” A cream colored stallion protested, trying to drag himself from underneath the man.
“NU CAN BWEATHIES! NU CAN BWEATHIES!” Popcorn screamed in repetition, having had his lungs collapsed from the impact of the man.
“WWWWWWOOOOOUUUUUUGGGGGH!!!” Simon wooped and hollered at the feeling of the fluffies underneath him.
The grass he landed on felt like knives against his cuts and he needed a way to stem the pain. His first idea was to start rolling back and forth like he was on fire. Loud crunches and snaps nonetheless drowned out by his retarded wails erupted from the fluffy’s bodies as they were crushed by the man rolling on top of them like a log.
It took only a few moments before the fluffies were at death’s door. The only course of action they could do was spastically flail their destroyed front limbs to try and pull themselves away from Simon who was now on his hands and feet.
Once on all fours Simon broke into a sprint towards the multi-colored blobs he could see on the opposite end of the clearing. Him taking off like an Olympian sprinter made his back legs kick the two fluffies like a mule. Both were left as stiff-legged broken bodies groaning like any capacity for higher thought had left them.
“WUN AWAY BABBEHS!” Pumpkin shouted as he saw Simon approaching.
Six fluffies and about a dozen foals were pinned between the bramble and the rapidly approaching Simon. They all took off running to the left and to the right of the man so he couldn’t get them all. He only focused on one however, scrambling towards it and tackling it teeth first like a lion to an injured gazelle.
Without pause Simon started to violently shake the fluffy in its teeth like a rabid dog with a hamster. The fluffy however was much softer than a hamster so after around a minute of shaking limbs started to fly off the fluffy. The shaking didn’t stop until the fluffy was a pile of mush inside of Simon’s mouth.
Back on two feet this time Simon descended upon the fluffy who had frozen in fear a mere ten feet from him. The quivering fluffy was pinned down by Simon and had its mouth pulled open despite the fluffy’s meager protests.
“HHHRRRGBLLLUUUURGHH!” Simon vomited out the putrid mix of bile and fluffy chunks into the fluffy’s mouth. It tried to wriggle out of Simon’s grip but couldn’t overpower him and soon found itself drowning in Simon’s vomit.
“HAAAAAGGGGHHH” Simon shouted in rage at the drowning fluffy before letting it go. In a swift few movements Simon started to rain down hammer arms onto the fluffy until it was just a body and a pile of brain matter and skull splinters that had once been a face.
The next targets in the whirling maelstrom of misplaced fury were two foals that were “hiding” in the stream.
“Huuuhuuu nu wowwy bwuddah. Dummy munstah wiww dwown in puddew~” Snapdragon tried to calm his fellow brother with huggies and idiot logic.
Without ceremony both foals were torn from the other and taken into the man’s hands. He outstretched his arms and while the fluffies wailed in terror Simon started to furiously windmill his arms with the fluffies in his grip. The foals vomited from the Gs and their screaming stopped as he gripped on tight enough to stop then from breathing.
“KAABLAAAAAAH!” The man shouted before getting down on both knees and shoving one of the fluffy foals into the mud on the bank of the small stream.
He managed to get shoulder deep into the slop and let go of the fluffy in the divet he made. One that of course quickly started to close back up before the foal’s very eyes.
“NU WAN DAWKIES! GO WAY DAWKIES! FWUFFY WAN SEEEEE~” The foal’s protests were cut off as the mud had finally filled back in the gap. What followed was roughly a minute of absolute dread as the foal slowly suffocated inside of the mud divet. It was cold and wet and try as he might the foal was barely able to move. It was totally buried alive in the slop, alone and feeling its lungs slowly fill up with wet dirt.
“KAABLAAAAAH!” Simon said once again, forcing his face into the mud and repeating the process over again for the second foal. This time he really shook his hands in the mud now that it was trapped inside. He could feel the furious beating of a foal’s hooves at his hand and even light bites. Despite the rapid shaking Simon was giving it the foal was determined to fight tooth and nail at his chance at life. Another moment and he felt the foal stop fighting, letting go of it and keeping it in its grave of mud Simon had to move on to other targets.
A fluffy not too far from the stream was cowering in a puddle of its own piss and excrement. It’s hooves were pressed tightly against its own eyes while it repeated a mantra of “Tuu Scawy Tuu Scawy” to itself. Soon though it’s mantra was to be interrupted.
“HNNNNGGGRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!” Simon roared directly into the fluffy’s face, holding its arms apart so that it couldn’t hide away from him.
The fluffy’s look of distilled nightmare was replaced with a brief moment of blankness before its eyes rolled into the back of its head. Foam started to flow from the fluffy’s gaped open maw and it’s legs twitched uncontrollably. It’s whole body followed soon, shaking like possessed by a demon. Eventually the shaking stopped along with the fluffy’s breathing, the shock of the scare having sent him to cardiac arrest.
Still in the midst of his drug induced hallucinations Simon ran to the edge of the clearing once more. A group of foals were forming a fluff pile there for a semblance of protection. What little it offered mattered not to Simon who was feeling a rumbling in his bowels. Soon these foals were met with the sight of Simon squatting over them.
“HNNNNNNNG HRRUUUUNGGGH HHHHGGGRRRAAAAAAHHHH!” Steven roared in the way only a man trying to pass a football sized turd could.
The foals were coated in a miasma of putrid half-digested mushroom shit. Complaints about “wowstest poopies” and “nu smeww pwetty” were abundant among the foals. As were complaints of biggest hurties once they started to crawl over themselves to get away from Simon’s anus. The only fluffy who hadn’t managed to get coated in shit was a foal near the bottom of the pile. A foal that Simon wasted no time in picking up and using to wipe his ass.
What followed was around thirty minutes of Simon randomly running around as his high peaked. Some foals were crushed underneath his foot during his rapid sprinting but he was more focused on getting whatever he hallucinated off of him than to antagonize the fluffies further. Eventually he got to sprinting for an exit to the bramble bushes, no longer feeling like he had the situation under control.
As he left two pregnant mare’s were grabbed and pulled behind him by their tails. The screams of agony they cried out in none the less drowned out by Simon’s own roars. The poor mares were rhe only two viable breeders left besides the foals, most others having been killed or died of fright during the altercation.
The fluffies needed a bit to start moving again after Simon had left. Even as he disappeared into the bramble his wails were audible for a good few minutes after he had left. All they had to do now though was to survey the damage.
Their stream was ruined. A large pile of fluffy gore and human shit had blocked it off leaving it undrinkable. The change in the stream also caused their food storage area to become absolutely flooded through. It was too close to the cold tines as well, all the nummies had already fallen from the trees. There were still grasses to eat for now but snowfall meant that soon enough even that would be unavailable. And there was no where to go as the bramble that had protected them until now was too deep for any fluffy to power through.
“HUU HUU! MUNSTAH WUIN EBEWYFING!” A smarter of the fluffies screamed out.
Their little slice of heaven was now in ruin.