“Wewcom tu Gawm Dae! Fwuffy name am Gabin. Gabin hewp fwuffies wern tu pway ‘Biggiest Taggie!’ It wike taggie, bu many fwuffies am it! If yu am taggie afwa bad noisy, fwuffy woese!” With the rules now explained, Maxwell had all the fluffies create a circle around five others whom he claimed were ‘it’, his choice of fluffies being a pregnant pink mare with a yellow mane, a blue stallion with a red mane, a fat purple stallion without any mane who was his mother’s ‘sensitive baby’, a malnourished brown male pegasus, and finally a female yellow unicorn. With everything set, Maxwell shouted the word ‘GO’ into his megaphone which caused everyone to scatter.
The pregnant pink mare would not chase any of the other fluffies, instead making her way over to Maxwell whom nearly tripped on her making his way back to his stage “Daddeh, Spwinkle nu can pway. Spwinkle am soon mummah.” She explains only to have Maxwell take a knee and pet the fluffy’s head “Just try your best my dear, it’s okay if you don’t tag anyone.” he says with a smile ‘Yay! Tank yu daddeh! Spwinkle mak bestest bebbehs fo bestest daddeh!” She says happily as she makes her way back over to the housing area.
Meanwhile, the loud shout from the megaphone had the opposite effect on the mentally stunted purple foal, causing him to curl into a ball in a pile of freshly produced piss and shit whilst letting out a series of scaredy chirps. Of course, his aging mother would come rushing to his side, licking him clean as best she could whilst singing to him in order to help him calm down. After some time, his chirps finally subsided and the greedy foal latched onto his mother’s teets to suckle what little milk she could produce due to them beginning to dry up since by now he should have fully converted to solids.
The brown pegasus and the blue earthie stallions were the only two actually playing the game properly, running around and tagging fluffies with mixed results. For the blue stallion, it was more like a game as he and the ones that he chased, didn’t put forth their full effort into the game. Some even stopped to allow younger fluffies to tag them and give them a chance to run away rather than being stuck as the tagger the entire time. For the brown pegasus though, the game was played much more seriously as due to his fluff color people actively avoided him by putting every bit of energy they could into their legs whilst also shouting to alert others of where they were.
Finally, there was the yellow unicorn whom just straight-up didn’t want to play, claiming that the game was for ‘dummeh bebbeh fwuffies’ as she made her way as far away from the other fluffies into her home. As it turned out, she was not the only one that felt that way as a light grey stallion with a dark blue mane came over to her home “Fwuffy wite, biggest taggie am for wittle bebbeh fwuffies. Swate nu wan pway.” He huffed “Swate am su smawtie. Wan be Mawwy’s Speciaw Fwiend?” She asks, scooting over for her new partner as the two remained inside of the house for the rest of the game.
After roughly five minutes of play, Maxwell announced the end of the game and had the guards bring the ones who were it to the stage. One by one, the ones whom were it were brought to the stage, Sprinkle being grabbed by her mane whilst she screamed ‘BAD UPPIES!’ before being dropped right onto her stomach, forcing the underdeveloped foals out of her stomach whilst the others were crushed to death from the impact. This sent the cotton-candy colored into full-on panic mode as she tried scooping up her stillborn young while sobbing ‘NUUHUU BEBBEHS NU MAK CHEWPIES! WHAI MEANIE DADDEH GIB BEBBEHS FOWEBA SWEEPIES?! SPWINKLE AM NU MUMMAH NU MOWE UHUUHUU HUU…”
Next there was the purple stallion’s mother whom was grabbed in a similar fashion by her bright pink mane“Nuu! Nu tak mummah! Bebbeh ne mummah fo miwkies an wub! Bebbeh am sensitib! Ne Mummah! Ne Huggies!” she pleads whilst her mentally handicapped child once again proceeds to piss and shit itself whilst crying. Thankfully, another mare would come to take care of him a few moments after hearing it but this did not calm the mother down in the slightest as she saw it as some other fluffy trying to steal her baby.
The next two on the metaphorical chopping block were the brown pegasus and some random orange male earthie with a blue mane, the orange fluffy flailing about wildly due to the pain of having its hair pulled whilst the brown pegasus could only let out a soft wheeze and panting due to it being too exhausted to care, let alone move.
Finally, there was the yellow pegasus and the light gray stallion she had mated with, the two expressing their pain and mal malcontent though insults rather than pleads of mercy “Dummeh hoomin, wet Mawwy an Speciaw Fwien gu nao o git sawwiest poopies!” “Wet Swate gu! Nu wan pway dummeh bebbeh gamsie! Swate gib wowstest sawwie hoofsies!” Needless to say, they wouldn’t be let down similar to the purple stallion’s mother.
With all the ones who were tagged rounded up, they would be dropped onto the stage and kept in place by a single boot which was applying only enough pressure to ensure that they didn’t run away. “Well done everyone! You all played very well but sadly not everyone could be a winner. These five little fluffies you see here tried their best but it just wasn’t enough, so it is with a heavy heart that was must say goodbye to them as there is no room in this estate for losers. Isn’t that right Gavin?” Maxwell asks, a sinister grin forming on his lips as he turns to the fluffy whom flashes one of his own in return, one that only a smartie fluffy could replicate with the sheer amount of smugness and malice it had behind it.
Slowly the boots began to apply more and more pressure to the bodies of the losers, each one going at a different speed to ensure that their deaths were as slow and agonizing as possible. The first to go was Sprinkle, her already bloodshot eyes bulging from their sockets as her bones popped and snapped under the weight “Nu! Nu hewt wast tummeh bebbe- GAK!” was all she was able to get out before the last bit of air was forced out of her lungs and she was reduced to a fluffy pancake.
Now properly frightened, most of the others attempted to either fight against the pressure of the boot or try to wriggle away from it, the former being the preferred method of the purple stallion’s mother whom pushed as hard as she could against the ground which only resulted in her legs snapping like toothpicks and the jagged bone piercing into her flesh. Her last request before finally passing on was for someone to save her baby followed by the sickening crunch of her skull under a guard’s heel.
Unlike the others, the brown pegasus openly accepted his fate, he had tried his hardest to tag someone, to take that one step closer towards a life full of huggies, nummies, and love, but for him the game was rigged from the start. He was weak due to a lack of food and his drive wasn’t nearly as strong thanks to a lack of love. With a somber expression, the brown pegasus took his final breath and closed his eyes as his body failed and he became nothing but a brown and red stain under someone’s boot. Also the orange fluffy died too but no one really cared, he wasn’t important.
Last but not least, there was Marry and Slate, the two whom had witnessed the public execution of the other losers and due to no one knowing who was it last, they opted to just kill both of them just to be sure. During the few moments they had before their death, the two tried to convince their captors that it was the other one who was still it and not them, Marry even pulling the pregnant card for sympathy points whilst Slate tried to make the outlandish claim that his ‘no-noe stick’ didn’t work so there was no way she could be pregnant. Regardless of what either of them said, they were still crushed all the same, attempting to skitter away like the shitrats they were up until the very end.
Of course, the ‘audience’ weren’t exactly keen on what they were seeing either as they all fled to their homes thinking that they would be next or running straight into the electric fence which fried them to a crisp instantly upon contact. The only exceptions were a yellow stallion with a curly pink mane and a forest green male unicorn with a white mane whom were the special friends of Sprinkle and the Sensitive Baby’s Mother respectively.
Sprinkle’s special friend could do very little during her execution, attempting to wade through rows upon rows of fluffies to go and try and save her and his babies but he was too late and the fleeing fluffy herd only made getting to her that much harder. All he could really do was lay there on the grass balling his eyes out with his tail tucked between his legs and hooves over his eyes “Huuhuu…Cuwytawp nu sabe spaciaw fwien o tummeh bebbehs! Cuwytawp bab wowstest hawt hewties huu…Wan die…Wan die…”
The other stallion was far from sad however, instead he felt a scalding rage boiling up inside of him. Ever since he saw that his son was still sucking on his mother’s teet whilst his other foals shifted to solid food, he had a resentment towards him for being a ‘dummeh bebbeh’. This coupled with his smarty syndrome, created a rift between the two parents which eventually resulted in him leaving her to take care of her ‘sensitive baby’ alone.
Immediately he tailed behind the mare whom now fostered him, her speed being greatly reduced due to the extra weight she was carrying until finally her back gave out and a spurt of blood shot from her mouth. She could not move nor could she speak outside of raspy gurgles as blood quickly filled her lungs and the sensitive baby tumbled off to the side.
This was his chance, his chance to finally do what he should have done to that fat purple fuck the moment he laid eyes on him! His tiny hooves pounded against the ground, his stumpy sparked to life with the power of a potato clock, and just as he was about to jab and shock the fucker he was plucked from the ground along with his son.
Guards scrambled to gather the fluffies again, issuing threats of violence, punishment, or having their foals stripped from them if they failed to comply. For those that didn’t heed their warnings, they were physically and roughly removed from their homes, causing shit, piss, an foals to stumble out either crying for their mother or trying to clumsily crawl through the grass to find them only to either be accidentally crushed or stumble further away from their home.
Once again the fluffies were rounded up, the threats of ‘forever sleepies’ for them and their foals being more than enough to keep them in line and playing the game “Now now my friends, we have played only one game today and there are still so many of you! I am hurt that you all would try to run from me after I have given you so much…I know that most of you came from the streets, hungry and abandoned with no way to provide for yourself or your families! Besides, have you forgotten what you are playing for? Imagine; a safe room bigger than your home now with all the sketti you can eat and a special friend that will give the bestest huggies and babies you have ever seen!” He proclaims, keeping his plastic smile all the while which did get some of the fluffys’ heads to turn. Some of them already had special friends and didn’t mind the kibble, but some of the nights there were cold, especially when it snowed so the idea of a warm house and sketties would be more than enough to make even the most devour partner at the very least consider the offer that was being presented.
Game Day (GAME 0 - SETUP ) [ By Paincil ]
Game Day (GAME 2 - TUG O’ WAR) [ By Paincil ]