I want to test puting the parts together as I go updating the post so I can have them all in a single place and save any reader the need of looking for individual parts, anyways I hope you like it and I’d like to improve my beginner writing so feel free to leave feedback and recommendations.
Your name is Bryan, you’re a 20 year old man who lives alone in the limits of one of the big cities of the US, well not so alone actually because you have your fluffy Coconut, is a mare that you adopted from a feral herd that treated her as a litter pal since she was a filly, it was almost winter so you decided to give them some bitchy karma taking the little foal with brown fluff and white mane both darkened a bit by the filth and dry shit from her former litter pal enslavement, of course winter whipped them out and because of your filly’s colors you named her Coconut, that was about two months ago, she’s now a really cheerful fluffy with no other worries other than making good poopies and peepes and being a good girl for you.
Note
I won’t give a specific name so you can immerse yourself more and giving more space to your imagination to interpret where you want to be and because I don’t know anything about US cities
You’ve mauled several smarties with herds included in order to protect her, she knows you do it for her and isn’t scared of you ever doing the same to her, she still holds a grudge against feral herds and she sometimes goes apeshit on smarties that being the spoiled shits they are stand no chance, this is more easily triggered when they have a “poopie babie” as a litter pal or enfie pal, but most of the time she goes to you for protection.
You are in your house relaxing with Coconut watching some YouTube and eating some fruit, it was a good way to start a day, Coconut cooed and snuggled with you in the couch with a slice of apple in her mouth, you scratch behind her ear and pet her mane Coconut wobes wawm house an’ tee-bee an’ bestes’ dewicious fwuits an’ daddeh’s huggies an’ wub, coconut am dah happiest fwuffie ebah, you couldn’t help but hug your cute fluffy, even if other fluffies called her poopie she was still your lovely girl.
You were an abuser for a long time and yet she grew on you like an addiction, a good addiction to say something, it was already 8:30 PM and coconut began to yawn while still cuddled with you Coconut am tiwed, can daddeh take coconut to safewoom su Coconut can make gud poopies to go sweepies? sure thing.
You took Coconut in your arms delicately and you walked towards the saferoom and put her on the ground near the litter box, she takes care of her business and heads to her bed, she got herself comfortable and ready to sleep you pet her head and she nuzzles your hand Gud dawk time daddeh good night Coconut, sleep tight.
You go to your bedroom and get ready yourself to sleep, you decide to browse the news a bit for some reason, the first article “sanitary authorities find growths of unknown fungi on city alleyways” the article said there was a fluffy herd beneath the growth, all dead but there where no signs of injury, pregnant mares still bloated but lifeless, a cleanup team was sent to take care of that alleyway, those damn ferals bringing weird shit from god knows where, already having enough news for tonight you go to sleep, it was a relaxed day and yet you were tired.
maybe
The fungi should have been the least of their worries
end of part 1
You woke up to a whisper, you were sweaty but not tired or stressed, you felt energized and did some stretching to start the morning relaxed and ready, you stepped out of the warm of your bedroom and went to check the cameras in case there was some herd out there looking to eat your flowers, after some checking you confirm everything is in order.
You head out of the camera room and into the hallway, you look at the clock and it’s 7:30 AM, looks like a good time to go wake up Coconut for breakfast, you go toward her saferoom and silently open the door, you are received by the sight of Coconut on her side asleep and smiling, you sneaked close to her and pat her head wakie wakie sunshine you said, waking Coconut Gud mownin’ daddeh ready for breakfast Coconut? Yes daddeh, Coconut wan’ to num wiff 'ou ok girl, I will make breakfast, why not you go make good poopies and play with your blocks? Otay’ daddeh with that you headed out of the saferoom and into the kitchen, you made egg with bacon for yourself and a salad for Coconut, once you both are finished with your meal, it’s time to start the day outside.
You return to your bedroom to get changed while Coconut went to her saferoom to play with her ball, you got a pair of leggings and a grey t-shirt and a black hoodie, you take your keys and Coconut’s carrier, okay Coconut, get in your carrier, we are going to get some groceries such a good fluffy, every day you thank to the fate that she was no smarty.
one uneventful car trip to the store later
There’s something off
You park your car on the parking lot and take Coconut with you, a sign in a really visible spot reads “Balmart does not take responsibility of stolen property or cars, any fluffy without a collar, leash or in a carrier can be killed in sight” you are heading to the store when a smell of filth and garbage reaches your nose a feral you say in your mind and a malevolent grin breaks in your face.
Dumb human this is smarty land now said the fluffy, he stopped and sniffed the air feral and smarty, I’m here for groceries so I’ll make it quick and your grin grows wider, you even let out a small chuckle filled with malice, Smawty smewws mawe, gib mawe to smawty ow get sowwy hoofsies, dummeh hooman gib sketties an’ toys an’ house an’ enfie babbehs too ow get fowebah sweepies, as the fluffy made it’s ridiculous demands and threats you noticed he had a weird pattern of fluff, textured pattern? You never heard of something like that even in designer fluffies, until you take a good look and realization hits you, it isn’t a pattern, those are patches of that fungus in the article, it looked like the patches on the margined poopie that was on one of the photos, carrying fungus and into the Balmart parking lot? He must have got in recently.
You were planning to get a bit of fun from that fluffy, but you can’t just leave it there agonizing, it could be eaten by an animal and spread that stuff to a house or something, ok smarty, follow me you return to your car and open the driver’s door, you put the carrier in the seat daddy has to take care of the meanie ok? It will be quick just wait Coconut be gud fwuffie an’ wait fo’ daddeh isn’t like she could go anywhere but it’s good she is willing to do what you say without complain.
You close the door and go behind your car, open the trunk and take out a long harpoon-like tool with a head that looks like a meat fork you made in your abuser time designed to pierce through the fluffy skin and get a hold of their vertebra come here smarty you examine the fungus layout to see where you would strike, you don’t want to risk getting some sketchy street fungus into your car or house, once the smarty is close enough you quickly take your strike before it can even react, jackpot you got one of the upper vertebra, you twist it really hard and the fluffy goes limp, it isn’t dead but you successfully paralyzed it, you take a zip tie out of a black bag on the trunk and put it on the smarty’s mouth careful as to not touch it’s fur, you call the sanitary department and report the fluffy with the fungus patches, police is deployed to make sure no one touches the fluffy, you open the driver’s door and take Coconut with you to the store.
If fluffies are carrying that stuff this might get out of control before authorities even consider it a threat, hopefully this won’t go any further.
end of part 2
After you get the groceries and some spaghetti flavored snacks for Coconut, you head to your car where there’s no trace of the paralyzed fluffy, at least there’s one less vermin roaming the city you think opening the back door of your car and loading the groceries, you return the shopping cart to it’s rack on the parking lot and putting Coconut’s carrier to the front passenger seat, you set a little spare bowl you have for her snacks and empty the bag in it.
You’re on your way home when you notice something on the side of the street, a fluffy with fluff and mane, just like an orange, it’s weird and feels odd to stare at, it wasn’t the brightness of the color or the filth, it was like if something was missing and off with the fluffy’s behavior, it was just standing there with mindless eyes gazing into nothing, it had something smeared around its mouth, it looked like shit, too dark to be that so you might find out what it is tonight.
new target
You’ll visit this place for some fun… Or so you hope.
You go into your room after getting everything off the car and get Coconut to her saferoom, she’s already asleep so you just carefully put her on her bed where she cuddles her soft blankets and coos.
You go to your bedroom to get your hunting outfit ready, you are having fun the old way tonight.
on the city
It’s 1:48 AM and you’re wandering in the city streets looking for the sound of foraging fluffies, you’re accompanied with your trustable sledgehammer, you hear something, it’s coming from a nearby alley, this zone looks familiar.
remember
You’re near the place with the weird fluffy.
You get closer to the source of the sound, you can hear it clear now, it’s the sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart from something wich is weird because the fluffies here relay on the trash and don’t usually cannibalize, you’re where the alley starts, there’s blood, too much to be from a single fluffy, you can tell something was dragged into the alleyway, and you can see something strange about it, it looks like someone dragged their hands through the blood.
realization
You’re in front of a murder scene, and the fluffies are feeding from the corpse, you hurry in to smash their skull, if you were to call the police you would be arrested as the first suspicious, specially with your sledgehammer so at least you will keep the fluffies off the corpse.
smart bastard, kill your target and get the fluffies to eat it you think, you step in the alleyway careful to not step on the blood, they’re in the deepest part of the alleyway, something is wrong, the blood goes all the way inside the alleyway and you can make signs of… Fightback? But it looks weird, as if the victim couldn’t control their movement properly.
You finally reach the depths of the alleyway and you’re received by a horror movie sight, a fluffy herd is viciously devouring a human corpse, the fluffies rummage in his gut, the place has a stench of blood and cheap alcohol, so he was drunk, you take a step towards them and step in an envelope, making a crunch noice.
One of the fluffies notice you and turns to face you, as you look at it turn you can see it’s eyes, they stare into the void and you at the same time, it looks rabid and doesn’t speak like a normal fluffy does upon finding a human, it only growls menacingly, more menacingly than a normal fluffy could ever do, something within your mind triggers, a prime part, your survival instinct.
RUN
You see the fluffy start charging at you, this isn’t the speed of a fluffy, it’s like it’s muscles were working at their max capacity and needed no resistance, it wasn’t breathing heavily but wasn’t a normal pace either, this takes you out of guard and the fluffy snatches your leg with its mouth, luckily it got a part of your high boots, the grip of its jaw was strong, too strong for it’s joints and bones to keep up, you hear a muffled pop and the force of the grip lessens, it’s still trying to get through the boot even with the dislocated jaw, you can see how it tries to tighten the grip.
You kick a wall with the fluffy, no whimper, but it let go of your boot, looks indifferent to the broken ribcage, it only growls and it’s eyes focused on you now, you’ve been recognized as a threat rather than a treat, too late, you smash the fluffy into a pulp, it’s still trying to get you, it isn’t suffering or pleading, it doesn’t look sentient anymore die already you fucker and the skull of the fluffy explodes under your boot.
The other fluffies kept feeding from the body, you don’t risk it by trying to yank it with your hand, you take your machete and impale the fluffy with it, not a sound came from it, you elevate it and quickly strike the air launching the fluffy at the same time the blade opens it’s stomach, still no pleading or crying, it starts dragging itself and now outside intestines to the body it was previously eating, you smash it’s head with your sledgehammer, you already have enough blood on yourself.
You look around and notice a cardboard box, there was a former soon-mummah, it had been torn apart, the foals where nowhere to be seen, the amniotic fluid was still in the mare, it looked like a twisted soup, the mare’s face was eaten but the expression of true terror was still burnt on her face, there was a whole herd that now was nothing but fluff, skin and bones, everything else eaten.
It’s time to get out of here, you’ll get sick if you keep staring at this, this wasn’t another abusers job, there was a dead human and that’s enough to tell you something shady is going on.
wait
The weird orange fluffy wasn’t here.
end of part