“I think you have everything. Lots of snacks, your tent is all set up, pillows, TV, games…” Sandra listed all all of the things which had gone on in preparation for the big sleepover. Her fluffy, Dot, had been wanting to have a big ‘to-do’ in the backyard for quite some time and being a white woman in the suburbs with too much expendable income, her mummah had agreed heartily.
“Dank yew mummah! Dot hab su many heawt happies! Teehee! Yaaaaaay!” The mare, purple fur with ribbons tied onto her yellow mane and tail, ran around in a circle out of excitement. A chime came as someone pushed the doorbell. Her friends!
As the front door opened, two more mares ran inside the house and started getting their hooves all over everything. There was Licorice and Vera. Both owned by two different women who were stuffed into black cocktail dresses.
“Hewwo Dot.” Licorice told her friend with a big smile, walking inside and giving a hug. She was red with a pink mane and tail, sporting a small plastic daisy on the top of her head.
“Dis am smawwest housie ebah. Hmph. Vewa am make poopies in da wittaboxs.” Dot didn’t particularly like Vera. She was fat even before becoming a soon mummah but now she was practically spherical. Also, her attitude was not great. White furred with a soft blue mane and tail, a collar with a golden tag, it was clear the mare found herself to be the cock of the walk. Sauntering in, she found the nearest litterbox and crawled inside of it.
“Alright, Dot. You know if you need anything, just call me on your Fluffy Fun Phone.” The phone was a toy. If there was an emergency, Dot would be out of luck. What kind of an emergency could three fluffies have in a backyard though?
“Teehee…Dot am know dat!” They would be OK! This was the suburbs. Even fluffies would be just fine. This back and fourth was punctuated by the loud shitting happening literally steps away.
“And no boys!” Sandra said in a warning voice though it was a joke. Loud farting.
“Dot am…” More farting.
“DOT AM….” Interrupted by grunts. The fluffy ran to the backdoor and began to scrabble her hooves against the glass. Mummah let her out, freed from the poopie munstah she could talk now.
“Dot am know dat! Teehee…”
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The backyard was a typical one in such a neighborhood. Not exactly the hugest but to a fluffy it likely seemed like an entire city park. It was early August and the crickets were out in full force, chirping their song happily. Mosquitoes would be bothering the little fluffers in annoying little clouds but their mummahs had sprayed them down with an icky spray before leaving. The yard had a nice flowerbed, something her mummah called a ‘she shed’ which is where her owner went to drink her funny wawa and fall asleep, and lots of plush grass to run through. A tall wooden fence enshrined the place.
In the center of the yard were a few things set up exclusively for the sleepover. A pink pop-up tent with various things like skettis and babbehs on the sides. An entire cooler which a fluffy could open by nudging at it with their hooves, stocked up with tasty nummies. There were several fun games, sleeping bags, a bulky pink plastic teebee which could only tune into FluffTV. To cap it all over, by the tent was a fake campfire which consisted of plastic sticks along with orange and red streamers. When it was turned on, a light shone through the base and a fan blew the streamers around to simulate a fire. It was all incredibly lame and gaudy but the fluffies thought it was amazing!
“Vewa am soon mummah.” Vera announced for the third time since she’d gotten her. Dot REALLY wished she hadn’t come.
“Otay…Dot am know dat. Wan pway gamesies?” Searching through the box of games mummah had brought out, she took out the Special Friend Fun Phone. Don’t you DARE get this confused with the Fluffy Fun Phone. This one happened to be a party device for mares where they could ‘call’ someone randomly on the phone and hear a prerecorded message along with see a grainy video of a stallion of their (hopefully) dreams.
“Teehee. Wan gu fiwst!” Licorice gently took the phone from her friend and pressed the ‘call’ button.
There was heroic fanfare and what popped on the screen was Captain Flufftastic himself!
“Hewwo pwetty mawe. Cap’in Fwufftastic am singie song ‘fo YEW!” He proceeded to sing what passed for a serenade. The device had horrible sound quality and the video was actually just a series of still frames. This didn’t stop Licorice from practically pissing herself.
“Cap’in Fwufftastic am wub Wicowish! Am hab supeh babbehs!”
Next was Dot’s turn. Pressing the ‘call’ button, she waited for the result to pop it. There was a few moments of waiting before a folksy MIDI tune played. On the screen was Dilldaddeh, a big dark green unicorn. The father to Cinnamummah’s foals, married to her (at least on her program), and generally not a fan favorite. He mostly only ever showed up on holiday specials.
“Howdeh, widdew pwetty mawe. Wub Cinnymummah, but yew am pwettiest ‘dan biggest pwate of skettis!”
This was not the greatest result but not the worst. Dilldaddeh was workable. Dot gently scooted the phone over to Vera who slapped a hoof down on the call button.
There was a sad crying coming over the phone. What popped up happened to be the WORST result. It was a brown fluffy crammed into a cardboard box, absolutely covered in poopies.
“Nuuhuuhuu…NU WAN BE ON GAMESIE! Nu wan num poopies! Hewp! Hewp fwuffy! DIS AM WOWSTEST EBAH, WAN DIE!” Mourned the voice over the phone. You would think this was a cruel joke or mistake on behalf of the Hasbio corporation, but no. It was advertised on the box. Vera puffed her cheeks out.
“DAT NU AM SPECIAW FWEND! NUU! NU AM TWUE!” Licorice and Dot had both raised their hooves and began laughing at her.
“Soon mummah wif poopie-nummie babbehs!” Dot teased her. She HAD been on about it ever since she’d gotten here.
“Yew an’ babbehs am wibe in poopie boxsie! Teehee!” Licorice blew a raspberry meanly at Vera who flopped onto the ground and flailed her limbs around.
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The teasing and temper tantrum soon passed though and the trio were huddled around watching FluffTV. There was a Dancie Babbeh X-TREME marathon going on, and they were all entranced. A foal dancing nervously in the middle of a hoop of fire was interrupted by serious sounding music and a sweeping camera zoom. It was the fluffy newsroom.
“Hewwo! Dis am Cozette!” Announced a rather serious looking pink & red mare. A tan and white stallion who was her co-host nodded. “An’ Pewsimmon!”
A graphic flashed on screen. It was of a scary looking shadow figure with red eyes and claws.
“Da Meanie Munstah is gibbin’ wowstest huwties tu fwuffies! He am da wowstest munstah! But omwy bad fwuffies.” Cosette said in a warning tone.
“Mummahs an’ daddehs, pwease keepsies fwuffies inside housie!” Where at? FluffTV was a national broadcast. Unless the Meanie Munstah existed everywhere. Persimmon knocked her out of the way and stood on top of the news table.
“WAN DANCIE BABBEHS!” The broadcast returned back to Dancie Babbehs X-Treme. The trio had missed what had happened. There was only a smoldering singe mark where the foal had been.
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“Huuhuu…wha Meanie Munstah? Hab scawdies!” Dot whimpered as she looked toward the tent. A munstah couldn’t get them in there, right? It had walls!
Just then, one of the loose planks of the fence lifted up slightly and in walked two different stallions. One was sandy brown & green. His name was Julep. The other happened to be a red & blue unicorn named Laser. Both sauntered up to the group of mares with the stagger one was only afforded when you had a brain the size of a pecan.
“Hewwo, pwetty mawes. Juwep ‘an Waser pway tu?” Asked Julip, Laser already getting into the cooler which contained all the nummies. Soon after he’d pulled out a bag of Skettis flavored Doritos and ripped the bag open, stuffing his face in and sending all tastebuds on a rocketship to Planet Delicious.
“Stawwions? Mummah say nu. Huuhuu. An’, an Meanie Munstah am git bad fwuffies!” Dot was still clearly scared about the appearance of what the flying fuck Meanie Munstah was supposed to be. Julep got in close to her and suavely licked her cheek.
“Nu wowwy ‘bou munstahs. Juwep am hewe naow.” To prove his worth in protecting the homestead, Julip disappeared beneath the fence slat once more and took a moment before dragging back a Backyard Explorers Kit. It was a satchel containing all the toys needed for fun out in the yard or the park, like a compass which pointed to ‘SKETTI’ or ‘HUGGIES’, a canteen that didn’t hold anything, and a net.
Giving a few sniffles, Dot already felt herself calming down. A Backyard Explorer Kit? They were truly ready for anything the world could throw at them now. “Dank yew fwend.”
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“Wan piwwow fite?” Licorice asked after they’d all settled in and became acquainted with one another. Laser gave a furious nod, face coated with sketti flavor dust.
Marching over to a large tub labeled with ‘Big Barrel ‘o Pillows’, the mare knocked the lid off. Crammed inside of the tub were a great many badly colored foals, all of them with plugged anuses and lacking tongues. You see, it wouldn’t be a very fun game if your toys could express the pain they were in and that they too were living things. An incredibly creative way for Fluffmarts to unload a bunch of unwanted product. Fluffies could have hours of fun with a Big Barrel ‘o Pillows!
All five of the fluffies converged on the canister of fluffies. No matter how much they begged with their eyes or gave silent cries, they would find no mercy. Pillowed babbehs flew through the air as they began tossing their helpless brethren around. When they hit a grown-up fluffy, it didn’t even hurt!
In the middle of the canister was one which hadn’t had it’s tongue removed. Fluffmart employees sure didn’t get paid to do a thorough job. As Laser removed it from the bucket, the foal gave a sob.
“Pwease nu gib huwties! Omwy widdew babbeh! Nu wan be nu weggie munstah nu mowe!” Laser seemed to consider this plea for a moment before one that couldn’t speak plapped right against his face. Giving a twist of his head, he threw his own pillow hard as he could! It went sailing through the air with a scream before landing in a bird bath over by the flower garden. There were several gurgles and choking as it drowned but they didn’t notice: Everyone was having a BARREL LOAD OF FUN!
Through all the merriment and innocent slaughter were a pair of dark eyes watching them over the fence.
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“Piwwow fite am su funsies but…wan enfies naow.” Getting close to Licorice, it was clear the stallion was pressuring her into something she might not even want. After all, Captain Flufftastic had been the one to answer her on the phone.
Looking from side to side, Licorice gave a bash scruff at the grass with one hoof. Was this really how she wanted her life to go? Babbehs with a stallion who had crawled under the fence and had Doritos on his face?
“Teehee! Otay. Wub babbehs.” Yes, this is how she wanted her life to go because fluffies are dumb as shit. The two lovebirds meandered back behind a rosebush for some privacy, Laser taking no time for sweet talking. Mounting up from behind, his neon orange colored tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. “Yissss! Bestest enfies ‘fo pwetty mawe!” His eyes rolled back, in pure ecstasy.
Laser knew things were amiss when Licorice wasn’t complimenting him on the size of his no-no stick. What the heckarino? Eyes fluttering open, he found himself face to face with…Meanie Munstah. A large man in a black rainslicker. One hairy, thick arm was shoved completely through Licorice’s mouth. All the way back to the elbow, grunting and breathing loudly. A pair of eyes met Laser’s own. Meanie Munstah wore a plastic Cinnamummah mask over his face, the cheap string digging into tightly to the skin on his face.
“M-M….” Trying to get out a warning to the others. Also, he was still humping. Call it dedication or instinct. Meanie Munstah had rooted through Licorice’s guts like someone carving out a Halloween jack-o-lantern, pushing through muscle and organs to find his prize. Cruelly long fingernails seized against Laser’s no-no stick, hand wrenching back.
“SCREEEEEEEEE!” The stallion raised his head to the sky and howled as loud as he could. He’d wanted to be deep inside Licorice and with a few cranks and twists, his little fluffy cock was ripped straight off and hauled right out of the mare’s mouth. Teeth, organs, and blood slick up the man’s arm as his arm exited with a wet squelch. Now dickless, Laser scurried back against the fenceposts by the rosebush they’d been fucking behind.
“Nuuhuuhuu…NU-NU STIICCKKK!” He wailed. With horror, he watched as the man shifted his raincoat. On his neck were a long strand of no-no sticks. Some dried and shriveled up, some far fresher. Taking the grisly necklace off, the Meanie Munstah threaded Laser’s on it before slipping it back on and turning his attention to the fluffy once more. No words were spoken as he advanced upon the stallion who had shit himself by this point.
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“Am Wicowice ‘an Waseh awite?” Dot asked with some concern in her eyes. The three of them had been sitting around eating marshmallows until being interrupted by Laser screaming about his no-no stick. Well, Julep had been his friend fowebba and didn’t seem all too concerned by it. Plus, Licorice hadn’t said anything.
That didn’t stop Vera from puffing out her cheeks and begin to march toward the rosebush. “Am hab tummy babbehs! Dey nu nee’ heaw ‘bout nu-nu sticks!” She said in a sanctimonious voice while proudly (and very stupidly) waddling toward the area the other two had wandered off to. Laser popped out from behind the bush and bobbed around!
“Wasew! Yew nu say bad wowds awoun’ tummeh babbehs! Dey am bestes’ tummeh babbehs!” Vera spat at him. Laser just stood there looking at her. Walking closer, she smacked him with a hoof.
“Yew wisten!” The belligerent mare scolded him before Laser rose up from the ground. Meanie Munstah had been there the whole time. Having figured his arm was already filthy, he’d decided to shove it up the stallion’s ass and use him like a meat puppet. Blood pulled from Laser’s mouth as he crumpled forward due to the effects of gravity.
“EEEEEEEEE! MEANIE MUNSTAH! NUU-HUU-HUU! BABBEHS, SABE MUMMAH!” Turning around, Vera lifted her tail and had an immediate birth. Apparently that was possible in times of great duress. Instead of receiving comfort, warmth, and miwkies an entire flood of chirpies and shit fanned out against the rain slicker clad man. They weren’t objects of love and care now, no no. Their fate had been relegated to one of a last-ditch defense.
Now covered in shit and peeping babbehs, Meanie Munstah gave a shake of his arm and sent Laser’s body flying into rose thorns where it hung there. Having fallen onto her back, Vera watched up in terror as the man bent down and seized her by the swollen teats with both filthy hands. Using her tits as handles, he began savagely beating her against the ground and fenceposts. Crack-thunk-SLAM! Hot streams of miwkies sprayed into the air as he became a whirlwind of brutality, plowing the failed mummah into objects with abandon. Eventually the milkbags tore right off her body and he’d start stomping her body until it was an unrecognizable stew of bones, fur, and minced organs.
By now it was pretty obvious that things were most definitely not right. Dot and Julep had both clambered into the tent where they should have been watching FluffTV right now all snuggled into their sleeping bags. Speaking of sleeping bags, Julep had stuffed himself into a pink one with his ass hanging out. Scaredy poopies plopped down to the floor as he squealed in utter terror.
Don’t worry though! Dot had her Fluffy Fun Phone. Hooves shoving down against the buttons, a litany of prerecorded messages chirruped through the shitty speakers.
‘It’s sketti day!
Want to go to the park?
You’re the best fluffy!’
None of these voices were mummah! Dot began screaming at the top of her voice.
“MUMMAH! PWEASE HEWP! DEWE AM MEANIE MUNSTAH! HUUHUUHUU! NUUUUU!”
It seemed as if nothing would happen though. Everything had gone quiet. Shadows loomed outside the tent, but no sound. Taking a few deep breaths, Dot squeezed her eyes shut. If she couldn’t see something, it couldn’t see her.
Julep gave a sob, a panic fart, and then one long arm burst through the tent flap and seized the sleeping bag he’d crawled into. Squealing and kicking around, Meanie Munstah curled his fingers into a fist and punched the fluffy right in the ass so that he was forced all the way into the confines of the bag. Twisting the sleeping bag around his fingers, he went on a similar rampage to the one he’d had with Vera. Twisting and rollicking through the yard, he pounded the sleeping bag into everything he could find. Fence posts, the concrete slab at the porch, the bird bath where the pillowed foal had drowned earlier. With guttural grunts and deep breaths, he continued pounding the fluffy inside until all he heard were wet squishes.
Dot stared up from the floor of the tent as the flap pushed open. Too scared to even close her eyes now. Trembling, urine spreading out all around her, she watched as the dripping sleeping bag which contained Julep was leveled over her. It tipped, a warm slurry of viscera washing out over her. There were no recognizable parts left. Only a warm juice of blood, pulverized flesh, flaps of fur. Covered in the stinking mass, Dot gave a terrified peep as Meanie Munstah lowered his head. She looked at the face obscured by the Cinnamummah party mask, what was left of a kidney plopping off her head as she shook so hard. Staring at her for the longest time, the man finally straightened up and stomped out of the backyard.
Of course, he shut the back gate. That was only proper courtesy.
