A fan continuation of @BFM101 's Fluffy Killer Business .5 story.
Ricky and Izzy looked down at their latest ‘test subject.’
They’d picked up the pregnant purple mare while walking down the street, having put the rest of the herd she was with in Izzy’s fluffy pens to be eaten later.
The shit-covered former Smarty of the herd had been washed off and was strapped down facing his former special friend, who now hated him.
Izzy and Ricky paid no mind to the Smarty’s begging and his mate’s angry replies, instead finishing setting up recording equipment.
Then Ricky stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said:
“Fuck.”
“NU! Bad wowdsies am bad fow tummeh-babbehs!” the mare exclaimed.
Then Izzy stepped forward.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
“NUNUNU! Tummeh-babbehs nu wike!!!”
Then Izzy hit a button on the remote in his hand and a speaker started playing a specially recorded message.
“FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”
Undeveloped foals blasted out of the back of the mare like water out of a fire house along with amniotic fluid and blood.
“NUUU!!! TUMMEH-BABBEHS!!! AM TU SOON!!!”
The Smarty joined in on his mate’s agony.
“WAI!!! AM SOON-DADDEH NU MOWE!!!”
From the gory pile of undeveloped foals came a monotone chorus.
“Why did you not protect us from the bad words, parents? It was your responsibility, did you not love us?”
The mare and Smarty stopped screaming for a moment.
“…wut?”
“We no longer love you. We have only hate for you. For your sins you shall be punished. Sorryland awaits you.”
A flaming portal opened beneath the undeveloped foals and they dropped out of sight. Then out of the portal flew demonic red alicorn fluffies covered in sharp spikes. They seized the Smarty and mare and dragged them kicking and screaming into the portal.
Just before the portal snapped shut behind them Crimson’s head popped out of it. He was far bigger than he had been in life and had massive horns along with a crown.
“Cwimson took obeh Sowwywand aftew poopie pwace-fucking da Fwuffy Debiw. Da aftewwife am fucked.”
Then the portal to Fluffy Hell closed and took the sounds of fluffies screaming with it.
Izzy looked at Ricky.
Ricky looked at Izzy.
Izzy spoke first.
“Okay, that’s the third time that’s happened with this experiment. I think it’s scientifically proven then?”
Ricky shrugged.
“I became a fluffy vet because it’s an easy job that makes tons of money, I’m just doing this for fun.”
“Okay. Hey, I found the address of a guy who kept trolling me in an online game. Want to go burn his house down with him inside?”
“Sure, that sounds like a proportionate response.”
The two of them left the house.
…
Elsewhere, in Skettiland:
Josef Mongola grimaced as he was forced to do the ‘Welcome to Skettiland’ dance for yet another batch of new arrivals to Fluffy Heaven.
“How long do I have to keep doing this for?!”
Fluffy Saint Peter smiled benignly.
“Fwuffy Saint Petew nu can count dat hai.”
