Rocket looked out of his no-see-wall sorry box and pouted angrily. He hated this place. So many dummeh Fwuffies and hoomans, so many not-daddehs and not-mummahs, so little time with toys and such no tasty nummies. He hated this shewtew and he hated daddeh for leaving him here. DUMMEH DADDEH! He still didn’t understand why daddeh left him here, he only made a couple of bad poopies and it was always because he was too busy playing. Why couldn’t dummeh daddeh understand that?! It was so frustrating having such a dummeh daddeh and he really couldn’t wait for a nyu daddeh. A daddeh who understood that Wocket would make bad poopies from time to time, because he was busy playing with toys. He really couldn’t wait for nyu daddeh to come.
There was one good thing with this shelter. One time in the Fwuffy pway woom, there were those two babbehs he got to pway with. The tightness on his no no stick. Best enfies ever. He wanted more, but the hoomans didn’t let him in the Fwuffy pway woom for so long now, and they all had meanie faces. He didn’t get it. He was just playing enfie with babbehs. His thoughts were interrupted. Three hoomans were staring at him from behind the no-see-wall.
“WET WOCKET OUT!” Rocket demanded like he always did.
He recognized one of the hoomans. It was the only who put him in the Fwuffy pway woom and let him play enfies with the babbehs, but his focus was more on the hooman with a smile. He didn’t like her smile. It felt scawy. Wocket gulped nervously and pissed himself slightly, but managed to remain strong and stood tall. He puffed his cheeks and gave his angriest glare, one that was sure to scare the hoomans to give into his demands.
“WET WOCKET OUT!” He demanded.
He managed to scare them off the hoomans. Two of them at least. They said something things about him being the trial run, then walked away, leaving him alone with the wady who had a scawy smile.
“Hi Rocket” said the wady with a scawy smile.
Rocket continued to puff his cheeks angrily, trembling ever so slightly in fear. In a bid to ease his terror, he stood strong and took a deep breath.
“WET WOCKET OUT WITE NAO!” Rocket screamed.
“Okay” the wady said merrily, with a kinder smile.
Rocket felt stunned. It actually worked!? Most of the time the hoomans actually ignored him. He felt pleased. Proud of himself. He actually managed to make a hooman listen to his demands. It felt good. He felt strong, and he could not help but smile as the wady opened the no-see-wall. Maybe this wady was not so bad.
“Upsie?” asked the lady.
A feeling of elation. He loved upsies and he began to nod his head vigorously.
“Upsie! Upsie! Upsie!” He chanted.
He practically squealed with delight as the nice wady reached in, holding him gently and lifting him up. He wrapped his front hooves around the nice wady. She was actually very pretty and she smelt so nice. So very nice. His no no stick began to get hard and he felt a need. A need to breed. Humping the nice wady with a perverted grin, he began to mutter the telltale sound of a Fluffy in heat.
ENF ENF ENF
“Oh my, someone likes me” the pretty wady said with a giggle.
Rocket did. He really did like the pwetty wady. Sure humping her didn’t feel as pleasurable as those enfie babbehs, but this pwetty wady really did smell nice, and her touch felt so nice on his fur.
ENF ENF ENF
Rocket wondered if this pwetty wady was going to be his mummah or maybe even his specaw fwen. He would like that. Really like that. He would give the pwetty wady the bestest gud feews.
ENF ENF…. Enf!?
The nice wady had suddenly pulled him away.
“Nu!” Rocket screamed “Wan gud feews! Wan gud feews!”
He had been laid on his backsie on something hard and cold. His weggies only able to shake about helplessly, as he desperately tried to get upright.
“Gud feews!” He demanded “Gib Wocket gud…”
He had suddenly stopped talking. Nice wady did not seem so nice. She had that scawy smile again and she was holding some scary pointy things.
“You wanna know something Rocket” she said with a smile “You weren’t supposed to have that little thing anymore…”
The scawy wady was pointing the sharp snippy thing at his no no stick and Rocket began to tremble, as he sensed that something very bad was going to happen.
“… but some dummeh hoomans said that we needed to have a doctor cut it off, but those dummeh hoomans are gone, so now we can cut it off ourselves”.
“Pwe… pwease nice wady. Fwuffy am sowwi. Fwuffy am onwy fo huggies n wuv, nu gib hurties!”
The scawy wady began to giggle.
“Wanna know what’s really funny? Those dummeh hoomans I mentioned earlier are the reason you and so many bad Fluffies still haven’t gotten forever sleepies, but you and I really do mean YOU in particular, you scared them all those dummeh hoomans away because you gave some babbehs bad enfies, and now I get to be a meanie munstah all I want”.
“Fwuffy sowwi!” Rocket screamed “Fwuffy sowwi dummeh hoomans, nebah enfie babbeh ebah gain! Pwease sabe Wocket! Sabe Wocket!”
Rocket could only watch as the scawy snippy things got closer and closer to his no no stick. This feeling of immense dread. He flailed his weggies about in a panic, as tears began to drop from his see places.
“Fwuffy sowwi!” Rocket cried out “Nebah enfie babbeh gain! Pwease nice wady, Fwuffy am onwy fo huggies n wuv”.
He felt the coldness of the scawy snippy thing press against his no no stick and in that instant he felt a spine chilling fear. His weggies went limp from fear as he evacuated his bowels.
“PWEASE!” Rocket screamed “WOCKET NEBAH ENFIE BABBEHS GAIN! FWUFFY AM GUD FWUFF AN…”
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SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The pain. A sheering, screaming agonizing pain. This was not just worstest hurties. This was worstest worstest worstest hurties and Rocket could only screech. His entire body convulsed violently, as the searing pain from his nether regions burnt through his entire body. His weggies flailed about aimlessly and his thinky place felt light. Lying his head back he felt dizzy and everything turned darkie.
Rocket awoke in a daze. Confused and tired. He was no longer on his backsie. Able to look around, but something was wrong. He could not make talksie and he could not make walksie. It soon became appearent why. His mouth was tied shut by something tight and his weggies were missing. He looked in horror and saw munstah wady. She was using one of those hooman toysie, the ones that had teebee and let hoomans mak talksie with each other. She looked bored, but as soon as their see places met, she suddenly made another scawy smile.
“Oh you got me in a lot of trouble” The munstah wady said with her evil grin “All that screaming you did earlier, really makes the nice hoomans upset, so they told me to stop you from making noise and just give you forever sleepies…”
Rocket looked at her in terror. He didn’t want foebah sweepies and he tried to run away, but his weggies were missing so all he could do was try to crawl, as the munstah wady stared at him with a smile.
“… Oh! But I don’t want to give you foebah sweepies. I want you to live and play, heck I even want to give you legs backs. Do you want that Rocket?”
Rocket looked at her in confusion. The scawy wady was holding his weggies. He began to crawl up to her, nodding his head vigorously. He really didn’t want foebah sweepies. He wanted to live. He wanted to run. He wanted to play. He looked at munstah wady with puppy dog eyes full of desperate hope.
“Oh if you don’t want forever sleepies and you want your leg back. You have to say Rocket wants to live, run and play. Do you understand Rocket?”
Rocket nodded his head. He understood that. It was going to be easy.
Wocket wan tu wive, wun n pway. He said boldly, or rather he tried to say it.
“Hwanmph wmm tmm Mhmmm mnn n hmmH” He muttered.
He didn’t understand. What was going on? Why couldn’t he say it? The thing around his mouth was stopping him. He looked to the munstah wady for help.
“Hwanmph wmm tmm Mhmmm mnn n hmmH” He muttered.
He was trying. He really was.
Wocket wan tu wive, wun n pway
Wocket wan tu WIVE, WUN N PWAY
WOCKET WAN TU WIVE, WUN N PWAY
No matter how much he thought about those words, he could not say it. The thing around his mouth left him only able to muffle, no matter how desperately he tried.
“OH? Nothing? That’s weird. I thought you wanted to live, run and play? Guess not?”
Rocket shook his head violently and began to crawl towards the munstah wady. He was saying it, or at least he was trying to. He was really trying, but no matter how much he shouted the words did not come out of his mouth. It was because of the thing around his mouth and he tried to show it to the munstah wady so that she would understand.
“HWANMPH WMM TMM MHMMMM MNN N HMMH” He tried to scream.
“I don’t understand” The munstah wady replied “Are you saying something?”
“HWANMPH WMM TMM MHMMMM MNN N HMMH”
“Ohhh you have a stomach ache?”
“HWANMPH WMM TMM MHMMMM MNN N HMMH”
“Oh well. Guess you really want foebah sweepies and you don’t want your weggies back. Okay. That’s fine with me”.
No. NO. NO! Why didn’t the munstah wady understand? WOCKET WAN TU WIVE, WUN N PWAY! He was trying so hard to say it, but the thing around his mouth stopped him. Why couldn’t the munstah wady see this!?
“HWANMPH WMM TMM MHMMMM MNN N HMMH”
“Okay okay. Look I don’t understand Elvish, but if you want to talk like that, who am I going to judge. Wan wum tum yum yum or whatever. Anyways. Time to give you forever sleepies that YOU want”.
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” Rocket screamed in distraught.
He didn’t want foebah sweepies. He really did not, but was helpless to stop the munstah wady from lifting him up by the mane. BAD UPSIES! He tried to screech, but all that came out were more muffled noises. He tried to wiggle out and break free, but the munstah wady was just too strong.
He was thrown onto something cold and hard and only now did he realize where was in. He was in a nummie making place, just like daddehs, but this one was much larger and felt a lot colder. In front of him was something he kind of recognize. The big bowl that his daddeh would use to make sketti nummies. Wait was he getting sketti?!
SKETTI!!!
He hadn’t sketti in so many foebahs. Not since daddeh left him in this dummeh shewtew and he felt a growing excitement, one that easily replaced his dread. The desire for that delicious nummie quickly overwrote whatever fear he had for forebah sweepies and he was able to ignore all the hurties, crawling up close to the nummie making thing.
“Wanna know what’s inside?” Munstah wady asked.
Rocket nodded, though he already knew what was inside.
“Hmm… what do you call it again? Oh right. Wawa”.
Rocket felt disheartened and lowered his head. He wanted to cry. Only wawa?! Just wawa!? This was so unfair. He was going to say something to the munstah wady but noticed that she was dangling his weggies over the nummie making thing.
Wawa bad fo weggies! He wanted to scream, but again he could only make muffled noises, reminding him of his current predicament and he tried to run away, yet all he could do was make a low whine as the munstah dropped his weggies in the nummie making things.
Weggies were for running and pwaying not numming, but he could not say anything. He could not do anything. He could only cry.
A rush of anger. This was so unfair. What did he do to deserve this!? He was a good Fwuffy surrounded by dummeh hoomans. A good Fwuffy who onwy deserves sketties, gud feews and huggies, but such thoughts were quickly pushed aside as the scawy wady stared at him with a cruel smile.
“Oh? Wanna know what makes this wawa special?” She suddenly asked
Rocket shook his head. He didn’t care, but he didn’t have much of a choice.
“It’s really hot wawa. The kind that would give you worstest burnie hurties and make all your fur fall out”.
Rocket felt another rush of dread and fear. He knew wawa was bad fo Fwuffies, but this wawa was nothing like the wawa his daddeh used to use. That wawa only made his fur wet and was used for cleaning, this wawa seemed to be meanie wawa. He missed daddeh.
He really did. He missed daddeh so much and wish daddeh would save him, but he could only cry, as the munstah wady removes his weggies from the meanie wawa. The munstah wady placed them in front of him and he stared in horror as the fur started to fall off his weggies. All his pretty fur. His beloved weggies. A horrible sight he could not describe, but one that filled his heart in terror, and he felts an instinct to try and run away.
“Hey wait. Do you want your weggies?”
The munstah wady suddenly put a weggie on his back. Worstest burnie hurties. Rocket writhed and screamed, trying to get his meanie weggie off his back and munstah wady began to laugh.
“Pretty hot, right? Yeah imagine that all over your body. So hot that your body would melt. It’s going to be really painful when I drop you in the hot wawa, so painful that you’ll have foebah sweepies”
Rocket broke down in terror, tears pouring down his see places so much. He didn’t want that! He really didn’t want that! He didn’t want the worstest burnies hurties that he would get foebah sweepies. He looked at the munstah wady with the most miserable puppy dog eyes he could make, trying to elicit even a crumb of mercy. It seemed to work, as the munstah wady gave him a pitiful look.
“Oh? You don’t want to go in the burnie wawa?” She suddenly asked.
A glimmer of hope. Rocket began to nod vigorously, desperate to avoid such a painful fate, yet the munstah wady gave him another evil smile.
“Tell you what. If you can reach your weggie before I reach ten. That’s one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. If you can reach your weggies before then, then no hot wawa. Understand?”
Rocket nodded and stared at his weggie, watching the munstah wady put it so close. Just a short walkies from where he was. This was going to be easy and no more burnies hurties.
1, said the munstah wady.
A rush of adrenaline. He needed to move, but suddenly remembered that he had no weggies.
2
A rush of fear. He began trying to move, but could only wiggle about aimlessly.
3
A desperation. He began to wriggle harder, but he was no closer than he started.
4
A feeling of terror. His back still reeling from the burnie hurties.
5
A growing dread. He was not getting any closer no matter how much he tried.
6
A frantic plea. Weggies com tu Wocket! He tried to scream, but all that came were muffled sounds
7
A realization. His weggies weren’t coming.
8
A tantrum. Why weren’t his weggies coming?
9
A breakdown. Tears and a pleading look to the munstah. He did not want the burnie hurties.
10
A hopelessness. A dread for what was to come.
“Time’s up!” The munstah wady said with an evil grin.
Rocket could only look in despair. He tried to shake. He tried to squirm. He tried so hard to escape, as the munstah wady liftened him above the nummie making thing. The heat from being held above was already giving him burnie hurties and if he had any poopies he would have already made them. Instead he could only look at the munstah wady. Tearful eyes, filled with a desperate pleading.
Wocket am sowwi. Nu mean tu be bad Fwuffy. Pwomise nebah mak bad poopies in daddeh housie n pwomise nebah mak enfies with babbeh. Pwease! Pwease! Unfortunately he could not plead and then he was dropped.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
The feeling of his body having the worstest burnie hurties evah. EVERYTHING was getting burnie hurties. His tummy. His head. His see places. He writhed and he shook, but that did not make any of the hurties go away. He felt his body melting as the burnie hurties continued to destroy his body and finally he felt his consciousness fade.
Zeri stared at her work. Boiled pillowed Fluffy. A rather disgusting sight of melted flesh and patches of fur. She ran the corpse under water, watching as the rest of the fur dissolved, then she began to cut at the flesh. Blood poured from the cuts and she drained it all in the sink, then she began to cut the flesh into tiny pieces, ripping it from bone and putting it in a large metal serving bowl.
Cutting the flesh was hard. She did not have much experience with a knife and the pieces varied in size, yet she managed to fill the bowl with reasonable sized Fluffy meat chunks for Shit Rat consumption. She admired her handiwork with a grin.
She then looked at the clock. Roughly 45 minutes. A quick look of the kitchen showed that Rocket had made quite a mess. Fur all over the counter. Puddles of excrement and blood. All this to turn a single Fluffy into a serving bowl of meat chunks, though to be fair, she had been sadistically slow with this one.
Nothing to do with Rocket being the babbeh enfer that got that Mayer shit head to report Entepott, but just a buildup of sadistic desires and a chance to finally release them in one go. The next Fluffies were going to be more efficient.
She started cleaning the kitchen and noticed Rocket’s cut off genitalia. She placed it on a tissue. It was bound to be useful in some way or other, but one step at a time. She called boss in with the bowl of Fluffy meat in hand. It was time to serve the bad stock.
I felt a desire to just write simple sadistic abuse
