Hewow again ovo ever seen those mlp infection aus? drops this and runs away
A horde of panicked fluffies came streaming from an alley, some darting through gaps in the parked cars and straight out under the wheels of passing cars as others scattered up and down the sidewalk, wailing and squealing at the tops of their lungs. A chorus of “MUNSTAH!!” “MUNSTAH FWUFFY!” “WUN WAY!” rang out through the empty streets as the colorful pests ran as fast as their stumpy legs allowed.
A handful came careening straight for Jimmy who froze, throwing out a hand to stop his young daughter, Clarabelle, in her tracks as he watched them, shocked and slightly bewildered by the desperate bio toys whose faces were wet with terrified tears. All of them threw themselves behind the humans for protection, their programming making them view their creators as the ultimate safe place. They ducked behind them, jittering about as they continued huuhuuing and screaming in tight, high pitched voices about some kind of monster. They looked beyond panicked and traumatized by whatever they were fleeing.
“What the hell is-” Jimmy started to ask as a bright, cherry red mare, still swollen from pregnancy, desperately waddled out of the alley, trying to keep her freshly born and peeping babies from falling off her back with each lurching step she took.
In the blink of an eye something was on her, throwing them head over hooves, throwing a few chirpies about as the creature’s body jerked and shuddered as it rolled to get up, thick, goopy clumps of fur hanging from it’s distorted frame. The thing’s legs were long and crooked, it’s front longer than the back, giving it an odd hunched posture that caused it’s joints to click with each uneven step.
The fat mare would squeal and plead as the distorted beast of a fluffy started to tear into her barely born litter, still slick with after birth and their mother’s blood as it’s jagged, broken teeth pierced the foals delicate bodies. Once it had gotten through the first obstacle the beast started to dig through the mare’s coat, thick red fur starting to slick into the black, rotten flesh coating it’s skull as bits of glimmering bone peeked through. The thing was bug eyed as the skin on it’s face had long since peeled away and sloughed off, leaving it with a permanent grimace of terror.
Once it had sufficiently mauled the quivering heap beneath it’s boney hooves it would swing it’s head towards the nearest fluffy. Pebble. Clarabelle’s fluffy, his pink, retractable leash still clutched in her little hands as the girl stared at the rotten monster with wide eyes. Jimmy’s heart caught in his throat as he saw the creature’s crooked gaze fix onto the small, grey and mottled tan foal that had sunk to the sidewalk in abject terror, ears pinned back and a small puddle of urine forming beneath him.
The rattling of teeth would spurn Jimmy into action as he grabbed Pebble’s leash from his daughter’s hands and yanked, starting to reel the foal in as a rapid clickclickclickclick set the man’s nerves on edge. That thing was galloping right for them, it’s body shuddering with each teetering step. Jimmy had heard rumors of a vigilante control method some crackpot basement scientist had cooked up, something that warped fluffies and made them gluttonously tear through herds of strays and eat it’s fill till it burst like a bloated whale carcass. He hadn’t thought it was real, some weird, edgy hoax maybe but as the fetid stench of death and rot started to surge around Jimmy the closer it got it cemented just how real and awful this abomination was.
As Pebble skidded to a stop Jimmy felt relief for three things, first, that he’d made the choice to switch the foal to a harness, second, that Pebble didn’t seem to be too badly hurt from skipping across the concrete, and third, that his shoe missed the foal’s rear by only a few inches as Jimmy stepped forward, his other foot swinging forward to collide with the beast’s squishy chest, a burst of thick, oily goo spurting onto his shoe and leg. It’s cold, slimy texture and the reek of infection and pus dragged a horrified gag from the man’s throat as he covered his mouth.
A pained sucking sound left the infected fluffy as it tumbled back, twisting in a tumbleweed of legs and gore as it splatted against the sidewalk twice before rolling to a stop. It threw it’s head back as it came to a stop, letting out a sad, mournful wail as it twitched and shuddered, scrabbling at the hard surface beneath it.
“I-in the car!! Now!” Jimmy said as he roughly nudged his daughter, ushering her a few vehicles back towards the van as he picked Pebble up, abandoning their plans for ice cream. The panicked strays would hurriedly scramble after the three, pleading to go with as they cast glances back to the twitching heap letting out contorted sobs and sputters.
Jimmy yanked the car door open so fast it almost bounced back on him as he twisted to scoop up his daughter, pressing Pebble into her trembling hands as he plopped her into her booster seat. A flash of yellow would catch his attention, a sunflower colored mare was shoving her big baby into the car and ignoring his frightened squeaks of terror as thick tears rolled down her cheeks.
“T-t-Take B-babbEH, pWEase!!!” The stray mother begged with big, dark eyes filled with worry for her baby as another feral tried to worm it’s way over her and into the car. At first Jimmy moved to swat them away but he realized just how terrified the group was and guilt washed over him. If he was freaked out by that thing he couldn’t imagine how the little things congregating around his feet felt.
“Fine! Fine! I’ll-I’ll give you a ride but you need to stay off the seats.” Jimmy snapped in a shaky voice as he helped the fuzzballs into the car and made sure all their little hooves and tails were in before he started to round the trunk of the car but stopped with a start as the rotted, distorted carcass threw itself on his hood, causing his daughter to let out a short, startled shriek. Protective anger flared in Jimmy’s chest as he heard how terrified Clarabelle was, he was growing tired and frustrated at the beast tormenting them. With the quick press of a button the trunk popped open and he reached in, yanking his son’s baseball bat from the duffle bag still stored there.
“GET OFF!!” Jimmy roared as he rounded the car, raised the bat high above his head and cracked down across the thing’s shoulders with a loud, metallic ping, causing it to squeal and crumple into the metal. He swung again with the bat, this time swiping across and sending the creature skittering under the wheels of a bright red car, splattering it’s shiny paint with rotten black insides.
A shiver ran through Jimmy’s body as he stared at the thing’s body, a puddle of ooze sliding around it’s finally still body. His eyes would drift down to the black stain on his shoe and a feeling of dread would ooze into his belly, the pang of fear that followed it made him nauseous. With trembling hands Jimmy would rip his sweat pants down and kick off his shoes, trying to get the clothing as far away from him before he hopped into the car and sped out of his parking space in a hurry, his wheels bumping over the thing as he made double sure it was dead.
