Fishing for Fluffies became a popular pastime in in the bad cities were there weren’t enough measures to eliminate feral Fluffies. In this city in particular there was always a certain amount of Fluffies that were kept alive by the lack of trash etiquette, as a lot of people just threw their trash wherever or just near the garbage containers when they were full. Another reason was that there wasn’t really much done to groom vegetation, so most of it was overgrown, at least until Fluffies show up. The city wasn’t too far north, so it didn’t get too cold on winter, so Fluffies don’t get culled by freezing to death. Because there were so many Fluffies people began buying cheap fishing rods and used tasty food as bait, and began fishing for Fluffies from the windows that led to alleys or rooftops.
Today in particular had been a rough day at work for Dough, as he walked back home. He had light brown and short hair, purple eyes, a medium body, somewhat white skin, a tough but relaxed face, measured 1.74 meters and was 38 years old. He arrived to an apartment building, not too high. He went to his apartment and entered, letting out a long sigh. “A shitty day deserves some relaxation by fishing Fluffies.” Said Dough somewhat excited, going to his bedroom. There, he changed into some more fishing appropriate clothes. He now wore a light green button shirt and some brown shorts. He then went and took out his nice fishing rod out of his closet. Then he got a small backpack with things he used when fishing for Fluffies. After that he grabbed some haphazardly cut apples, their cores still in place, and put them in the bag. Dough went up the stairs of the building and out in to the rooftop.
A folded summer chair was resting next to the edge. Dough unfolded the chair and placed it facing the alley, making sure that below where the lure was going to descend was nothing in the way. He put the bag to his left and prepared his fishing rod. The rod had a double-sided hook, that way it was less probable that a Fluffy could get away biting the bait from the other side. He put a slice of apple in the hook and lowered it to the alley below.
In the alley there was currently a lot of trash bags, most around the filled garbage containers. There were also a few old different pieces of furniture. One where a lot bunch of Fluffies currently lived in was an old wooden chest of drawers. It was resting next to the wall, toppled on its side with only a few drawers remaining that were open, so Fluffies could use all the empty space inside to hide and sleep slightly warmer. There was also a ripped couch, from which some Fluffies had taken the filling and used it to pad the floor of the most interior part of the chest of drawers. Outside was currently a mahogany-colored unicorn mare with two weanling foals, one earthy the same color as her mother and the other an orange unicorn. The mare ripped a hole on the trash bag with her teeth and started searching for any leftovers or edible trash. The foals looked hungry and were looking around.
Dough extended the fishing rod over the concrete railing and slowly let the hook go down. After he felt it touch the ground he reeled it a little bit so it was hanging just above the ground. The mahogany-colored weanling colt saw the apple slice floating and admired it. “Uuuhhh. Fwoating tasty nummies.” Said the colt amazed. He walked towards the lure while his sister was trying to eat a banana peel their mother had found. The colt chomped on the lure, but immediately the hook went through the roof of his mouth and into his nostril. The other side of the hook was left on the air. “Screee! Moufh huwtieth!” Exclaimed the colt distressed. His mother and sister looked to where he was, looking surprised and consternated. Dough felt the tug of the weanling as well as the faraway scream and started reeling it in, smiling as he did. The colt suddenly was lifted up by the hook. “Nuuuu! Bad upthith!” Exclaimed the colt distressed, being lifted off the ground. He started to choke with the bit of apple he had bit off until he managed to swallow it. His mother and sister arrived, only to see the weanling lifting up to the sky. “Nuuu! Nu weave bestes bebbeh!” Said the mare miserable, extending her hooves towards the sky. “Bwudda! Nu gu!” Said the filly sad and somewhat distressed, looking at the colt. The colt started shaking his legs, trying to get free, but it was useless. He eventually disappeared from the sight of the other Fluffies because of the sun.
Dough lifted up the fishing rod and looked at the weanling colt. “Hmm, I haven’t seen this color on Fluffies in some time.” Said Dough curious. He then grabbed the foal. “Pweathe hewp…” Cried the colt sore and somewhat sad, looking at Dough. Dough took out the hook, not caring about the complaints of the Fluffy while he did. Most of the apple slice was still there, just splashed with blood. He placed the foal next to his chair on the right. The foal coughed out the blood in his mouth and looked at Dough. “T-Thank ou’ nice mistah…” Said the colt somewhat sore, trying to contain its tears. Dough ignored him while he took out of his bag a water sprayer. He used it to make the blood drip off the hook as not to scare other Fluffies. The piece of apple would still work again so he left it as it was.
Dough again let the hook down. The colt walked toward his hairy leg; still in pain; and hugged it adorably, a few tears streaming down his face. Dough couldn’t care less, still waiting for another Fluffy to bite on the lure. The mare was crying. “Huu huu! Bestes bebbeh is gon’.” Said the mother sadly, her hooves covering her eyes. Her other orange foal was trying to comfort her by hugging. “Nu wowwy mummah. B-Bwuddah wiww com back.” Said the filly hopeful yet slightly sad. After a moment she looked around and saw the piece of floating apple. “Yeah! Tasty fwoating nummies wiww make mummah bettah’.” Said the filly happily, letting go of her mother. She went to grab it instead of trying to eat it. Because of this, when she bit down, the hook went through right above her teeth and between the roots but not all the way. She screamed horribly, being the worst pain she had ever felt. Dough immediately sprang into action and reeled her up, making the hook finally go through her snout. The mare also immediately looked at her foal, again being taken towards the skies. “WOWETH HUWTIETH!!!” Screamed the filly sore and distressed. The mare jumped, trying to grab her foal back, but she couldn’t reach her, only being able to stare in horror as she got smaller and smaller. The filly tried to grab whatever was in her mouth but she couldn’t reach it. The filly started chirping between cries of pain. Eventually she disappeared from sight again and the mare started crying uncontrollably.
Dough lifted his fishing rod and stared at the crying filly in his lure. Her brother looked at her as well. “Pwease save sistah.” Asked the colt supplicant and somewhat sad, looking back at Dough. Dough again took out the hook, the filly screaming from pain. “There you go dude.” Said Dough nicely, putting down the filly next to her brother. She just cried while putting her hooves on her mouth. Her brother went and hugged her. “Huggies make owies bettah.” Said the colt sweetly. The filly stopped crying loudly, instead lowering her volume until she was just sobbing. The piece of apple was pretty roughed up, so Dough removed it from the hook and threw it down the alley. The he again washed the hook and placed a new slice of apple.
The mare was utterly depressed. “Am wowest mummah! Huu huu huu!” Cried the mare, lying down on the concrete. The lure with the new piece of apple came down. The mare heard the light clang of it against the floor and looked at it. “Maybe, maybe fwoating nummie wiww take mummah to bebbehs.” Said the mare somewhat hopeful. She then went and chomped down on the hook. The hook clashed with her teeth and then slid to the side, piercing through the top of her cheek. <Hab big owies, buh be stwong foh’ bebbehs.> Thought the mare, putting up with the pain. Dough once again reeled his catch. The mare lifted up, but after reaching about a meter in height her skin couldn’t handle her weight anymore and ripped in half, dropping the mare to the floor. She got distracted for a moment from the pain by the surprise of the fall, but then she screamed. “Wowest mouth huwties!!! Nu wan!!! Nu waaaaan!!!” Screamed the mare wallowing in pain, her speech sounding like if she had her left side of the lip pulled back. Her blood spilled all over the floor for a moment until it stopped gushing. Dough started laughing. “Damn, she had some bad luck!” Exclaimed Dough happily. Then he continued to laugh.
The mare managed to get it together after a few minutes. “Am sowwy bebbehs… nu can save ou’.” Said the mare sadly and somewhat sore. Her blood now only slowly seeping out thanks to the weak cardiovascular system Fluffies have. Then she left towards her empty wooden fruit box, a plastic bag used to cover the top, providing shelter from the rain. A black unicorn stallion walked next to the mare and gave her a weird look.
The black stallion took advantage of the hole the mare left in the plastic bag and started searching for food of his own. After a few moments he heard a light clang and decided to look at what had made that noise. He saw the floating slice of apple and smiled. “Tasty nummies. He he.” Said the Fluffy somewhat confident. Then he ran towards the lure and opened wide, chomping down hard on the lure. His eyes opened wide as both sides of the hook were in his mouth. One side pierced the roof of his mouth and came out of his nose, while the bottom of the other side got stuck between his teeth. “AH!! Wai moufh haf woweth huwtith?” Said the Fluffy sore and surprised. Dough reeled him in, causing him more pain. The stallion flayed his legs around, trying to break free.
Dough once again lifted his fishing rod and looked at his catch. “Hewp Toughie ow’ geth fowevew sweepith.” Ordered the Fluffy sore yet annoyed. Dough rolled his eyes while the foals looked surprised. He took out the hook, this time the apple slice being gone. “Nao’ gib mowe nummies!” Ordered the Toughie annoyed. Dough let down his fishing rod. Then he grabbed the Toughie’s head, making sure to keep his mouth shut. The Toughie tried to talk while Dough took out a knife from his backpack. Then he walked a few steps, making sure the foals couldn’t see what he was going to do even if there wasn’t really anywhere they could run off to or hide in the rooftop, but it was easier than trying to catch them. Dough sliced open the Toughie’s throat, blood seeping out quickly while he trashed in Dough’s hand. Eventually he fainted, as his heart wasn’t strong enough to keep him awake longer. This is why its an effective method of killing Fluffies even though they bleed slowly and heal quickly, since their brain dies before the body can fix the problem.
Dough placed the knife on the railing and showed the body to the foals. “How unfortunate, he died on the way up.” Said Dough discouraged. The foals looked at the body sad and somewhat scared. “Nu wowwy, yu twy…” Said the colt somewhat sad. Dough took out a trash bag from his backpack and put the corpse inside. The foals were still lightly bleeding but were now more curious as to what Dough was doing that in pain.
A blue pegasus mare came out of the wooden chest of drawers. She had 4 foals that still hadn’t even opened their eyes. “Nee nummies to make miwkies fow bebbehs.” Said the mare determined and cheerful. Then she went to explore the alley. Eventually she saw the floating slice of apple. “Uhh, tasty nummies. Dey make bestest miwkies.” Said the mare cheerfully. Then she confidently bit the lure and had her happen the same thing as the colt. “Wai nummith gib owith. Am gud Fwuffy…” Said the mare miserable. Dough reeled her in. She lifted up, her foals falling to the floor. “Nuu! Bebbehth thtay with mummah!” Said the mare distressed, caring more about her foals than her pain. “Uh?! Wingie Fwuffy am fwying?” Asked the mare amazed after seeing she was considerably high. “Weeeee!” Exclaimed the mare cheerfully, forgetting her pain. She vigorously shook her wings, moving her a little bit side to side.
Dough lifted the excited mare up. “Hewwo nithe mithtah! Wingie Fwuffy am fwying!” Exclaimed the mare cheerful. <Huh. I never expected that a pegasus Fluffy would be able to ignore pain just because it thinks its flying.> Thought Dough weirded out. The mare then remembered her pain. “Uhuu huu. Pweathe hewp Fwuffy an’ bebbehth.” Said the mare miserable. Dough’s expression immediately became a poker face. He removed the hook from the mare’s mouth. Most of the apple slice was gone. “Thank ou’ nice mistah. Nao wet Fwuffy downsies so Fwuffy can gu back tu’ bebbehs.” Said the mare cheerful. Dough grabbed her head and closed her mouth shut. Then he took the knife, facing the other way from the foals, and sliced open her throat as well, her eyes filled with treason. <Ahh, those eyes filled with broken hope are so enjoyable.> Thought Dough satisfied. The foals looked scared and sad. “B-Buh why wingie Fwuffy gu’ foweba sweepies tu’?” Asked the filly scared. “I don’t know. Might be a curse or something.” Answered Dough clueless. Then he placed her body on the bag again. This time he had enough of fishing for Fluffies on that side so he grabbed his stuff and went to the other side of the rooftop. The foals followed him, as they felt safe with his company.
Dough continued to fish for Fluffies. He cought a smarty stallion and curiously a smarty mare too. A smart enough earthy mare noticed what had happened to her fellow Fluffies and didn’t trust the flying apple anymore, so she didn’t get caught that day. Any of the weanling Fluffies he caught he let live, for now. A stallion he caught got an important artery ripped out of his snout when Dough removed the hook, so he didn’t have to do anything more as it bled to death. A pretty oblivious mare with foals that had barely opened their eyes searched for food right below Dough’s fishing rod.
Dough let the hook down once again, landing on top of the Fluffy mare. She didn’t seem to notice, maybe thinking it was one of her foals moving. The foal closest to the hook looked at the apple slice. It smelled sweet and tasty so it walked towards it. To reach it, it had to walk right over the other side of the hook. When it finally was close enough to taste the apple, it had the free tip of the hook right next to its hove and below its body. Dough could tell his lure had landed on top of something soft, but was waiting a little bit to see if something grabbed it. The mare took a few steps forward, and since the foal had a front leg on top of the hook it got pulled along. Dough felt it and immediately reeled it in. The hook stood upright and stabbed through the foal’s joint to its leg closest to the tip. It let out a small scream and started chirping in pain. “Mummah!!!” Cried the foal sore and distressed, getting pulled up from its joint. The mare looked at the origin of the sound only to see her foal lifting up to the sky. She seemed amazed. “Bai bai fwying bebbeh. Hab funsies in sketti wand.” Said the mare cheerful. The foal got pulled up until she couldn’t see her anymore. The she continued searching for food. The foal’s sibling didn’t even know where it went.
Dough lifted the fishing rod and smiled widely. “Oohh, this is so awesome. I never expected to catch a foal who couldn’t even eat solid food yet.” Said Dough amazed. He then took the foal out of the hook. “Huu huu, wan mummah…” Cried the foal sadly before continuing to chirp. Dough let it down next to the other foals he had collected. Then he stretched while the foals gave hugs to the chirping baby, trying to soothe it. “Well, this sure made my day better. Better get rid of the rest.” Said Dough nicely. Then he put all the foals on top of his chair, the foals seeming to enjoy the contact. Then he placed the trash bag filled with corpses below. Dough scooped the foals and they fell into the bag. They immediately started screaming in fear. Dough then closed the top; not tying it yet; and shook the bag. The foals and corpses rolled around until Dough stopped. Most of the foals were now trapped between the corpses and crying. Dough closed the bag as tightly as possible without overstretching it. Then he put all his things back inside his backpack and went back home.
Dough left his things inside his apartment and then went outside with the bag of corpses and distressed foals. He went to the alley, the remaining Fluffies trying to get his attention, but he ignored them. Then he opened the garbage container which was almost full and put the bag on top. Dough then slammed down the lid, making sure they wouldn’t be able to escape. The he returned to his apartment and had a nice bath.
The Fluffy mare that had her cheek ripped open went out again as she was hungry. Her skin had stopped bleeding and she looked sad. While trying to find more food she encountered the chirping foals on the floor and gasped. “Wai bebbehs hewe? Nu hab mummah?” Asked the mare worried. The foals chirped in distress, as they were hungry and slightly cold. “No wowwy bebbehs. Fwuffy take cawe of ou’.” Said the mare sweetly. The she grabbed the foals and put them on her back. The foals instinctively crawled to the top of her mane and nuzzled her. The mare searched for some food, luckily finding a half-eaten orange. Then she returned to her wooden box. She luckily still produced milk, and with the foals giving her teats stimulation they would continue to produce. That being said, who knows how many and how long will they survive.
The End.