Can’t believe it’s been four years since I first found this site. Been away for a long time but I had an idea I knew I had to share.
The Florida heat never fails to leave you wiped, I swear to God. Being on the outskirts of Miami gives you some gorgeous views, but you better be ready once spring comes. I just got back to my house from the grocery store and put everything in the fridge. After calling my mom in town to let her know I was still kicking, I was about to open up my laptop and play a few games on Steam when I hear something from my bedroom window.
Babbling. Like, kids talking to each other really fast.
And really scared.
I sigh and go check out the noise even though I’m pretty sure I know what it is. I was warned that Fluffies lived in the forest near here. I was told by the realtor that I needed to get locks for my trash bins to keep them from getting in and I needed to do checks of the property every once in a while.
I can already see a few of the brightly colored shitrats galloping out from behind the shrubs and between the trees, stallions and mares with a few foals. They look really scared by something. Maybe a bird spooked them. Opening my front door, I address the group.
“Hey,” I say calmly. “What’s the rush?”
“Run, hoomin!” a turquoise mare replies frantically. “Weird fwuffies am comin’!”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Weird fluffies?”
“Yeah, weird,” says an orange stallion. “Dey nom dees weird pwants and turned weird! Don’t tawk wike fwuffies do! Have pwants on dem! Dey happy no matta what too!”
Ok, I’m trying to picture what they’re talking about. Maybe some of them ate a plant that makes them hallucinate. But that wouldn’t explain plants showing up on their bodies.
“Used to be part of herd,” the mare says to me. “But dey not part of herd no mo! Dey want us ta nom pwants too but we don’t wanna!”
Another fluffy shrieks and the group starts to bolt again Two of them shit themselves from fright but keep moving… I can hear the plants ruffling too. Leaning a bit closer, I can see some other fluffies shambling through the brush.
I can see five of them, a stallion, two mares and three foals of various colors. Their eyes look glazed and they have these weird smiles on their faces.
But what catches most of my attention is the fact they have little mushrooms growing on their heads.
“Wait fwiends,” says a purple mare. She sounds like she’s just been sedated and about to fall asleep. “Come wid us.”
“Pwants am good fo fwuffies,” says the green stallion. “Pwants am so nummie.”
A yellow foal gives an off-key sounding chirp.
“Wanna have pwants wid bwuddas an sistas,” it says. I honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl from the way it’s talking.
The first bunch of fluffies weren’t lying at all.
These ones are definitely weird.
They continue to waddle after the ‘regular’ fluffies but the purple mare notices me and stops. So do the rest. They all look at me with these empty stares.
“Hewwo hooman,” the mare says. “You hewp us find west of herd?”
I decide not to give her a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. They don’t seem interested in going after me. I’m not sure if it’s my boredom or curiosity driving me to do this but I want to hear more from them.
“What are you gonna do if the other fluffies eat the plants?”
“We gonna wait till dey be like us,” says the stallion. “Den whole herd have pwants.”
“And den we make mow fwuffies!” says the other mare, a crimson colored one. “Hab so many speciaw huggies!”
“We enf an enf an enf an enf some mow,” the stallion adds. If I’m not mistaken, the stallion seems to have a bit of a chub as he says this.
I snort a bit in amusement. Now that’s some potent fungus, whatever it is.
I think back to the mare’s original question and think that I’d like to see how this whole process takes place. What did they eat that made them like this? How long does it take? And if they have foals, are they gonna be born like…this?
Are they gonna be these weird mushroom zombie fluffies?
Only one way to find out.
I have to help them infect the rest of the herd. Or if that doesn’t work, I can help them ‘turn’ a random stray fluffy.
“Sure,” I tell them. “But I’m gonna be the one who figures out how to do it.”
The shroom fluffies give me wide smiles. Looking in their eyes, it’s like something in them is missing.
And I want to see how that happens.
