Morning for our protagonist was tough, it was a sunday. Marcoh, black haired muscular figure with average height, was laying in his bed half asleep and halk awake, something was crying, wailing, beating in his door quietly.
The only comfort was his cat, black silver spotted tabby Savannah breed, laying by the side named Oliveira, purring as marco’s hand stroked his fur gently.
One time he would demonstratively sat on a chair opposite to marco and waited till he remembered that he forgot to give him food.
Marco would just tucked into the other side and doze off if whatever that was bugging him all day long would make last ditch effort slightly increasing volume of door nagging.
Long huff, marco petted his cat one last time and head to his wardrobe, wearing black sweat shorts and a plain black tee, descending from second to the first floor he noticed the day was cloudy, windy, shitty, all of sorts of words which could say that “i don’t want to get out of my bed today”
The door to the outside was slightly creaking to front and back, distant, muffled speech was heard on the other side of the door, who could that be?
Anticipation was killing marco, maybe it wasn’t worth it to deal with some kids or that way? And which parents would let their really young children on their own?
Door opened, to shock of marcoh it wasn’t kids or anyone else but some colorful dots with out of place colors compared to the background, they were babbling nonsense, oh well at least Oliveira was by his side.
Pegasus mare with a Yellow coat and orange mane sat her rump down on a concrete porch with three really fat foals by the side, one maroon red, second orange, third green, they all were more fat then their mom.
One big and three small dots, one would deal with negotiating and others were, for some reason, sucking their uhhhh? Hoofs?
“Nice mistah! Fwuffy nee’ wawm hausie and skeeties and toys-” said the happy mare till she was interrupted.
“Sorry, but i don’t need any pets right now” man leaned and squated to level of fluffies.
Three foals didn’t give a damn, continuing their hoof sucking, but the mare gasped with a wide mouth, being a former domestic which was a bundle of joy to her daddeh, meant that she was given anything her puny brain could think of.
Slightly twitching by the thought of getting rejected was too heartbreaking for her.
“Buh mummah nee’ daddeh fo’ babbehs” exclaimed the mare, puffing her cheeks a little.
“Sorry i can’t let you in, or those things in my house, those babbehs of yours look like they carry brain diseases” man stand up and put his hand on a door handle, intending to cut this dialogue short.
“Buh wai nyu daddeh wet meowy munstah in wawm hausie buh nut mummah wif babbehs” mare cried, wiping her tears like a kid, man was not impressed.
“Im not your daddeh, my cat lived with me more than your sorry ass could” man visibly frustrated crosses his hands,tension is rising.
“Nu cawe, wan hausie nao! NAO! N-” man let out a small frown of disgust and the door was sealed shut, the door almost grazed her muzzle, making out a small shriek and voided her bowels on a porch, how classic, bowel voids to really indicate that you are scared Shitless.
“Hu huhu hu nu can gib babbehs a nyu hausie, fwuffy am wostes mummah, hu hu hu” mare cried out and turned to her foals that were still sucking their hoofs ???
“Peep” exclaimed the maroon red one
“Cheep” exclaimed the green one
“Chirp” exclaimed the orange one
"Babbehs am nu angwy at wostest mummah? Su heawt happies. The mare sobbed and calmed down after realizing the efforts she put in negotiations tanked her relationship with another nyu daddeh to the rock bottom.
“Uff fucking hell” frustration he had before is now decreasing little by little.
Marco plowed down to his bed and tried to sleep, it didn’t work as expected, laying on a bed, phone in his hand, watching ideas for breakfast because he was hungry.
Sun brought its rays through the clouds, finally it’s sunny and soon the dinner would come, window was opened so even if it was most unpleasant scent of a food, fluffies would come either way.
That mare and 3 foals didn’t want to surrender now so they made a siege around the trashcan, to search for food or make an ultimatum to dummeh daddeh that doesn’t want to give fluffies a house.
“Smeww pwetty nummies?! Mummah nee nummies fo’ babbehs” mare almost shouted so loud that three babbehs shrieked and fall to their sides, unable to revert their position back to normal.
“Sowwy babbehs” mare tucked them to balanced position with her mouth, pleasantly to say she was gentle with being a mom but not a diplomatic negotiator.
Distinct sound of hoof touching the surface of a door and faint ones coming from 2 sides. Marco didn’t acknowledge what or who came to him again, he wouldn’t open his door or let any fluffy with arrogance like this in his house.
The dinner cooked in a big pot, it was Beshbarmak which couldn’t attract only those without a nose or any ability to feel the scents.
The perfect dinner was interrupted by someone calling marcoh on a phone, it was one of his friends, hoodlum nonetheless resorting to kill his time with hurting fluffies in most comedic way.
“Hey little guy what’s wrong? why so sad?” said the friend of marcoh while looking down to some foal whose mother abandoned him or got killed.
“Hu hu hu Mummah hab fowebah sweepies nu can hab miwkies nu mowe, wostes tummy huwties” said the foal looking down on the ground, unsuspecting that a big hammer is ready to be dropped on his head.
“Oh that’s so sad how about i take you in” hammer still in his hand, looming over his head
“Weawy?! Nice mistah wiww gib fwuffy a nyu haus-” foal’s head was crushed, scraps of brain and eye balls tainted the hammer with blood and gore, half of the upper body was a dismembered mess of flesh,guts,blood and broken teeth laying on a floor made it look like a crime scene.
“Ooh sorry my fingers slipped” man picked his hammer, cleaned him with a napkin he carries and fleas from the crime scene and head back to his house.
“Yo! want to kill some fluffies?” said the friend named “Greg” with enthusiasm, bugging him all week since monday
“No im trying to eat!” Marco Shouts at him, Oliveira twitched, keeps the distance by fleeing to farthest chair that was standing around the table.
“Ahh you a such no fun”
“Listen im not a weirdo and will never be one”
“Why? its funny when they scream for help, or when i guilt trip them into eating glass”
“Your mom couldn’t afford the therapist for you”
“Hey! … that’s … punch lower the belt!”
“Tsk.. wait… Say do you need fluffies to torture or something like that”
“Oh tell me then which fluffy is that?” Greg mood instantly switched the moment he heard a looming opportunity.
“Some mother and her 3 kids, she is thin as hell while the kids is fat as cheeseburger you ordered at that home cooking restaurant”
“Can you keep them somewhere for a while, i will come to you in a minute” in a worried tone
“Hmm i think i have a idea”
“That small barn in your backyard?”
“Yea and stapler to keep it clean”
“Stapling the sheets? They will shit right through it anyway”
“Better less than whole”
“K’ then, i will be here soon”
“Bye”
Sound of phone hang up
“Stupid dumbass” marco was clearly upset.
Now marco continues to eat, thinks how he would get those 4 Fluffies, there was a cardboard box in one of the closets for them that he could use, just needs some quick cleaning.
Upon checking the box, its not that dirty so he could go and focus on the sheets that would make after cleaning easier
The process was simple, stapling and shit, dunno how its that hard, he did it many times when he worked in a construction company.
“All set! Just need to get those bunch of cotton”
Cardboard box in his hand, marco opened the door to see that previous fluffies are still there, mare is sitting on her rump patiently waiting for answer.
“So uhmm… Get in this cardboard box if you want a .. house?” Marco scratched his head while thinking about how she should would answer to that.
“Nyu daddeh wiww gib fwuffy a nyu hausie?!??! Su heawt happies” mare almost jumped of joy that she was getting a house again.
“Yea.. get in..” uncertain tone of his would hint that he isn’t sure if what he does is good or something like that, mare and her foals were put in this box.
“Daddeh wiww gib skettis?! Wan sketties! Nao!! nao!! nao!! nao!! nao!!!” Mare almost broken the box by tapping and trying to jump.
“Peep” said the trio, hinting that mom needs to stop!
“Hey don’t knack the box will ya?” Mare ignored that and only listened to her offspring.
“Sowwy babbehs mummah nu mean tu maik shakies” leaning closely to their faces, apologizing as good as she could.
Marco head to the backyard, opening the door was quite difficult when your lead hand was busy holding big chunks of fat, but eventually it opens ignoring the mare complaints that she wants to eat and stop shaking the box.
Barn opened, it was dark and scary without a shed of light but worst of all nyu daddeh kicked them into the sorry box.
“Buhuhu wai nyu daddeh put gud mummah intu sowwy boxie hu huhu??” Question led after marco slammed a cover shut so they wouldn’t escape.
“Sit there. my friend will be happy to take you to his home. Maybe” marco closed the door, mare is left to think before nyu daddeh’s friend will come and take her.
Forevers passed and now mare is nursing her babbehs, they greedily sucked her teats, gulping milk and making a pop sound after they had their portion, peep’ing coo’ing and other sounds the degenerates like them could do.
Singing mummah songs brings comfort not only to her babbehs but to herself, joy of having babies for fluffy was like a drug, they were addicted the minute they become sexually mature but not mentally.
Knock on the door of a house and in a frame door was standing ginger haired skinny built man, in a black jumpsuit, upper was open and revealed a white tee with black japanese kanji that looks cool but he didn’t know the meaning, his friend greg is finally here.
They shaked hands and discuss their lives until greg remembered about those fluffies.
“Are they still there?”
“Yea in the barn i mentioned earlier”
Two pals head to the barn, sun sets down until getting cut shortly with dark clouds, seems like the rain would start, maybe even thunderstorm.
“Nyu daddeh wiww taik bestesh mummah an’ bestesh babbeh tu a hausie?”
Greg only nodded while marco rolled his eyes a bit.
The box was placed on a dinner table, fluffies sit patiently on theirs rumps in a box, they smell like shit so bath it is.
“Okay guys you all reek. We need to clean you okay?” Greg crossed his arms while explaining why do they need to get blasted with hot water
“Buh wawa am bad fo’ mummah an’ babbehs” mare glanced to herself and the three foals, maybe she needs a bath after all.
“You don’t smell pretty. right?” Greg noticed this.
Mare wants to say something but doesn’t have courage to do so.
“Okay. Just sit here, your babies will get a bath after you” greg placed the mare into a big sink
Water at first was cold, greg intentionally splashed it without warning,
“NU COWD WAWA BAD FO’ FWUFFY” shrieked the mare, hugging herself to accumulate tiny bits of warmth she could thus gulping some water along the way.
“Just stand still!” Growled greg while grabbing her front legs so she wouldn’t splash water everywhere.
When water finally heated up, mare started coo’ing and thanking greg for cleaning her.
Greg didn’t give a fuck, thrown her into the towel, dried her with it for a bit and gave her to marco.
“Marc can you look after her?”
“she just like my nephew, of course i can” marco held the mare tight and gently rubbed her with a towel
Trio was more cooperative, mainly while they were soaked in water, they wouldn’t gulped water, like they had tiny bits of survival skills, unlike certain someone.
10 minute dry session, trio and the mare sat down on a dinner table, the latter which was covered in sheets so they wouldn’t defecate or piss on it.
“What’s your name sweetie?”
“Fwuffy namesie am puffy”
“Puffy you say?. Hmmm”
“Marc?” Greg glanced to marco.
“Mmh?” Marc just hummed while he was on his phone checking something or texting someone.
“What do we do next?”
“The fuck do i know? You said you wanted to torture them or something!”
“I thought they weren’t retards”
“Tough shit man, ferals ain’t coming to you ever-”
The same weak and frail sound of hoofs touching the door were heard.
“Speaking of fluffies” greg heads to the door
“Jackpot?”
“Yea jackpot”
In the doorway was standing a ?..?..? Small fluffies
“Dummeh hoomin, tis is smawty hausie nao, gu away”
Said the micro fluffy, Unicorn stallion Piss yellow coat with Dark green mane, behind him sat down on her rump, presumably speshuw fwend this smarty had, pink coat with light blue mane, around her scruff were resting her 4 foals, pretty colors.
“Aha come in, i waited for you. Do all of you want sketties” greg said that to lower their guards.
“Sketties!?!!? MUMMAH WA-”
“Shhh” marco points his finger to a pan covered with a lid, presumably there were sketties in it"
“Otay daddeh” puffy turned her gaze to the trio, which were hugging themselves in a fluffpile
“Babbeh wan miwkies?” All of them were thirsty, crawl to mummah, and two latched to her teats, the last one was hugging his momma.
Greg places the smarty and his mare on a same table, stallion observes his surroundings.
“DUMMEH whewe aw sketties!?!?”
“Stupi babbeh nu can num sketties, tu wittwe” puffy recognized him as a baby but not a grown up stallion.
“WHU OU’ CAWW BABBEH, STUPI’ ENFIE MAWE” stallion puffed his cheeks and positioned himself to start impaling everyone he could graze.
“yus speshuw fwend, gib her sowwy hoofsie an’ sowwy poopies” mare murmured to her friend.
Stallion rushed in, he almost reached her but the hoof bludged his spine into the table
“SKREEEEEE WOSTES OWWIES! SPESHUW FWEND HEWP” liquid torrent of shit and small puddle of piss appeared on a sheet, stallion screamed for help, while trying to crawl away from puffy.
“Hmph Dummeh babbeh, ou’ am tu wittwe” puffy continues to nurse of her babbehs, ignoring screams and pleads of former “i can do it all” stallion.
“WAN MUMMAH HU hu hu huhu” Stallion pathetically crawled to his mare, halfway returning to embryo positioning, sucking his hoof to comfort himself, seems like he regressed to a chirpy.
“Stupi Speshuw fwend nu can gib sowwy hoofsie tu enfie mawe” said the mare, she turned back and let out a stream of liquid “sorry poopies” on his upper body.
“Eeekk Wai speshuw fwend gib sowwy poopies tu smawty nu du anythin’ wong”
“Dummeh ou’ du nothing, fwuffy hate’chu” mare filled with pride heads to greg.
“Nyu daddeh wen fwuffy hab sketties?”
“Just wait a bit” greg said as he cleanses the smarty in a sink.
“Nu waw-”
“Shut the fuck up” stallion did as he told
Now two of babies were full to the brim while third maroon red one wanted a bit more.
“Peep”
“Wat wong babbeh? Nee miwkies? Mummah sowwy nu hab miwkies wight nao”
“Peeep” maroon pointed his stubby hoof to the micro mare, puffy didn’t process at first but then.
“Daddeh?”
“Yes puffy” said greg while he was thinking, what should the micro mare get.
“Wed babbeh nee miwkies, can otha mawe gub miwkies tu wittow babbeh?”
“Wat nu wan! Eeek nu wan!!!” Mare Shrieked and almost fallen down from the table, greg luckily catch her down.
“Why not? You don’t like to sHaRe?” In a annoying tone.
“Nu wan gib miwkies tu dummeh otha’ babbehs, onwy fo’ bestesh babbeh” puffed her cheeks and started to nurse her foals.
“Sorry but you still have to share” greg said that while he clutches his arm on a knife,
“SKREEEEEEEEEEE” greg cuts her legs, mare wanted to thrash and writh but couldn’t, she was held tight, actively getting sewed and patched up
The foals that heard the sound of cutting muscle tissue and bone breaking, chirpies with closed eyes and no ability to talk, were peeping and chirping in distress, they wanted to mummah return, helpless crawling and looking back and forth, they weren’t important so they just were there, actively hearing their mom getting sliced.
Greg held the micro mare in a upright state so her teats could seen, maroon one slowly crawled to his reward.
“Nu.. gu away..” mare couldn’t do anything, only helpless rocking her head away from danger.
Maroon latched to one of her teats, greedily gulping, before unlatching with a distinct pop sound, mare thought that he was finished but he latched to other teat.
“huhu hu hu hu” mare didn’t fight back anymore, her morale hit the rock bottom.
“Greg” marco finally got out of his phone and stands up to talking with greg.
“Yea?” Mare still in his hands.
“What do we do now?”
“Just watch”
“Puffy!”
“Yus daddeh?”
“Can you eat them?” Greg placed all of micros, stallion was half dead while the mare quietly cried “wan-die”, foals included in front of her.
“Buh fwuffies am nu nummies” puffy rightfully said
“Then you are not getting sketties”
“Nu sketties? Otay ten” mare folded no pressure applied.
Menacing slow strut to micros made them realize how small they were, from a far they were relatively the same size.
“Pwease nu num fwuffy, nu du an-SKREEEEEEEE BAD UPPSIE” puffy catched her head with teeth, mare shouted but to no avail, she pissed and shitted herself.
Crunch muffled kaffs blood splatter
“Gud nummies fo’ bestesh babbehs” said the mare licking the excessive blood
Stallion from a shock, passed out long before he didn’t fight back, he was exhausted from just staying awake.
Crunch blood splatter
“Fank’su daddeh”
Marco stand still, jaw dropped to the floor, in disbelief.
“Did she just deadass ate this couple?” Marco turns to greg
“Yea”
“I was right they were sick or something”
“There’s even those who eat others on a daily basis”
Marco didn’t had an answer.
“Wait… Is she gonna eat those small ones?”
“Of course”
“I swear to god” marco turned his back to not see cannibalistic infanticide, i would too, because what is fun when victim doesn’t know anything about suffering.
“Hey you forgot the leftovers!” Greg points to the small colorful pile.
“Babbehs? Nu babbehs am tu wittwe tu be nummies, nu can hab miwkies fwom wittwe babbehs” bruh
“No sketties then”
“Nu fwuffy nee’ sketties” puffy turned to the pile and ate all of them, in 2 bites, they all didn’t had a chance.
Marco hit the table with his fist, puffy let out a scaredy poopies while trio was not impressed in the slightest.
“Fuck! …”
“Daddeh am sadies? Huggies maik daddeh feww bettah!” Mare stood on her hinds, expecting a hug.
Marco was silent, if looks could kill mare would be 6 feets under.
“Marco … are you okay?”
“Look at me”
Marco suddenly lunged at her, she fell down
“Daddeh nu gib huwties tu puffy am sow-” punch connected to her face, slight squeak followed it.
“SKRE-” and another one, marco grabbed the maroon one and shoved him, head first into the puffy mouth.
“SKREEEEEEE” shouted the maroon one
“ARE YOU FULL NOW! FUCKING BITCH!” marco continues to shove her babbeh into her throat
“Kaff cough kaff gasp cough” marco stopped, glancing back to the greg he asked:
“Give me that knife” growled marco while holding puffy, and deceased corpse of maroon one which died when puffy accidentally chomped a good chunk of his head.
Slow and steady cutting of her deceased and then shoving his piece’s into her mouth continues to 20 minutes.
“Pwease.. sob daddeh nu gib… huwties tu otha’ babbehs, babbehs am nu nummies huhu hu hu”
“Did you leave a chance to them?”
“Wat?”
“ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION” marco shouted, puffy couldn’t void her bowels, there were none to begin with.
“Daddeh pwease fwuffy nu knuw’ anywing” puffy cried more, tears staining her coat.
“Greg? Give me those 2 last one’s”
Greg silently grabbed them, latter was sleeping peacefully like nothing happened.
Marco sliced their heads first, they didn’t made any sound.
Sound of cutting, broken bones, muscle tissue, fat anything was chilling.
Mare huhuhu’d as marco shoved her offspring piece by piece down her throat, she will eat all of it no matter what.
“Did you… Leave them a chance? Huh?”
“Fwuffy nu knuw”
“Long sign seems like you don’t need any of your legs”
“Wah? NU! NU TAIK MUMMAH WEGGIES, NEE WEGG-”
Punch to the face, mare fell on her stomach, knife suddenly touching her legs,
CHOMP
CHOMP
CHOMP
CHOMP.
“SKRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” echoing through all corners of the house.
“Greg? Can you give me a bag”
“Umm sure i can” fast rummaging through the cabinets and a black garbage bag was found.
Puffy was placed into this bag, she pleaded to stop but marco grasp was stronger and increasing with every cry and apology.
He was having no one of it, those other fluffies no just the foals, they don’t deserve this.
Thwack sound of bottles and other garbage contacting the new bag
“DADDEH! FWUFFY SOWWY NU MEAN TU! NU WEAVE FWUFFY AWONE IN SOWWY BOXXIE hu huhu huhu” she cried and shouted but none were heard.
“Greg?”
“Yea”
“Can you leave me. alone for a bit?”
“Sure man, take your time” greg hastily leaved the house
Marco plowed down on his sofa, Oliveira in his hands, thought about all of this.
It was a rough day
