Anguish had grown much larger since he had last been seen. With wings as wide as a school bus and fire as hot as a blow torch, he had purged six hundred twenty four thousand nine hundred and forty eight fluffies from the face of the Earth. He slowly crawled from the nest he built from fallen trees. Cheep cheep cheep. He recognized that sound. He’d recognize that sound anywhere. He smiled, revealing large ivory teeth. Slowly, he crawled from his nest as boiling saliva dripped from his maw. He peeked his head from the pile of wood and leaves, his antlers blending in well as he watched a herd of what must have been thirty or thirty five of the damned things, not to mention the innumerable foals waddling around among the foot traffic. Several had already fallen behind, or had been crushed by the hooves of neglectful parents. “Little fluffies, little fluffies. Where are you?” He hated speaking in such a cutesy voice.
Lolly was a lovely fluffy mare with a rosey pink coat and minty mane. Her collar hung tightly around her neck as the shiny brass pendant slapped against her throat. She had just run away from home with her special friend. Daddy and mommy wouldn’t let her have babies, how silly could they be? Didn’t they know that babies were the best? She felt her tummy scrape the ground as the babies incubated inside of her. Her special friend, a bright blue unicorn with no name, walked shoulder to shoulder with her as the herd trotted along. “Little fluffies, little fluffies. Where are you?” They all heard a voice sound out as the head of the herd looked around. “Dummeh daddeh, show sewf or get bigges huwties.” He shouted as his tuffies looked around.
“Over here, my darlings.” Anguish called out, now mimicking the voice of an old lady whose pie he stole. “Preparing a nice big bowl of SPAGHETTI, just for you!” He shouted, now mimicking an Italian plumber who tried to jump on him. He watched as the fluffies rushed over, trampling young, and any adult unfortunate to fall in front of the others. “Whewe?” “Whewe am sketti?” “Daddeh’s?” “Father, I desire pasta.” “Mummah?” Fluffies of every color of the rainbow straggled over to the entrance of the den. Anguish watched with sadistic glee as the woolly monsters approached, each foot step edging them closer to damnation. “Over here, in the pile of sticks.”
Lolly and her special friend ran towards the sticks as the smartie ran towards a hole in the stick pile as the rest of the herd followed. Smarty was charging face first, only to trip over a rock, breaking his teeth and shattering his horn. “Schmawtie, nee huggies, make oopsies.” He said as he spat out blood. A tuffie quickly hugged the fluffy as the rest of the herd funneled into the den. Her special friend winced as a stick scraped his side and drew blood from his sky blue coat.
Anguish watched with sadistic glee as the fluffies inched ever closer. “That’s a lot of spaghetti.” He said, now impersonating Andrew Zimmerman. Soon all of the fluffies were in the center of the den, waiting for their spaghetti. “Whewe sketti?” “Nee nummies fo babbehs.” “Guys, can you just get me a salad, I’m on a low carb vegan diet.” “Stop tawkies.” The fluffies all went silent. Anguish had started a small fire at the center of the den, where the fluffies were flocked. They had yet to notice.
Lolly smelt a bad smell, but not an unfamiliar one. “Fiwe!” She screamed as the fluffies scattered. Suddenly, the sticks they were under collapsed, trapping them. The fire spread, igniting several fluffies as it ate through the nest. Lolly felt a heavy branch crush her, causing her to shit and “BIGGES POOPIES!” She screeched as her spawn were squeezed from her body.
Anguish watched as the newly born fluffies fall into a small pile of cinders. Egg sized pink foals cried as red hot embers burned through their unprotected skin. Each foal has soon covered in pus and open sores as they cooked alive over the small pile. Their mother shrieked in agony as shit leaked from her anus, falling on her offspring. The babies cried as they boiled in their mother’s feces, drowning in liquid excrement as they suffered. Anguish saw several other fluffies in pain. One was unfortunate enough to be impaled by a burning branch, burning splinters embedded in his body as he screamed for his special friend. Another fluffy had it’s skin peeled off by burning branches, trying desperately to get out. One fluffy just so happened to be trapped under a sap rich piece of timber, the boiling red liquid dripping onto her face.
He had to escape, he had to get out before the burning monster ate him. He felt a sharp stick pierce his skin as he trotted, but he kept going. Skin sand muscle cut and peeled away as he managed to reach the outside. “Fwuffy make it.” He said, laying down to rest after escaping a life or death scenario. A large shadow fell over him, before a clawed hand grabbed him and threw him into the center of the fire. The fluffy saw what had thrown him, a large green maw and hot breath laughed as he landed on a burning pile of fluffies.
Anguish just loves cookouts, don’t you?