An hour and a half passed before the guards returned and by that point all the fluffies were either taking a quick nap as an escape from their nightmare or beaten to death over spaghetti. In total, there were roughly 55 fluffies still in the running, some noteworthy ones being the sensitive purple stallion, his father, Sprinkle’s Special Friend ‘Curlytop’, and a random mare currently looking after the purple sensitive ‘baby’ after he accidentally killed the last one.
“Rise and shine my fluffy friends, I have a very special surprise for you!” Maxwell announced, prompting a few heads to poke out of the entryway of their houses before stampeding out towards Max and his guards. In the hands of each guard were one of the losers from the previous game whose limbs had been hacked off so close to the body that not even a nub remained. Despite this, none of the fluffies seemed to care as they begged for their friends and family to be let go, which Max obliged as he nodded to his guards and had each one gently set onto the ground.
From there, a massive fluffpile was created as friends and family reunited with hugs and peeps from their foals which were brought out to see their parents once again “I see that you’re all very happy to see each other again! Sadly the losers could not keep their legs but they’ll still be able to play with us regardless! Now, every winner pick a partner with a loser to be their partner, make sure to choose carefully since once you make your choice you can’t take it back!” He warns, though it was largely ignored as each fluffy chose their partner, child, or parent to be their partner.whilst those that didn’t have any family just picked at random based on color.
Once everyone was paired up, Maxwell flicked on the megaphone and allowed Gavin to explain the next game. “Dis gamsie is cawd ‘Sisifi-…Sisssyfe-…Sis-see-fuws-ses Wace. Gud Fwuffy wolls no-weggie fwuffy tu spawkie pwace. Nu git shawkies doe, o git biggest hewties” Gavin warns with Max shouting ‘GO’ moments after.
This was a turn that none of the fluffies saw coming as those with smartie syndrome or no real attachment to their partner got a headstart over the others. For those that had selected their partners, the now pillowed fluffs and whatever foals they may have begged not to be rolled into the electric fence.
“Huuhuu huu…Pwese, nu mowe owies!” Begged a pillowed mare, their partner being the sky blue stallion with the darker blue mane whom was currently being swarmed by their foals “Bebbehs ne miwkies an huggies an wub! Nu tak mummah fwom bebbehs! Am owny wittle bebbehs!” “Daddeh, nu take mammah. Bebbeh ne miwkies! Gwo big an swang!” A red foal pleaded, its mane not even having come in yet and their eyes having opened only the other day.
Meanwhile, the purple sensitive stallion just sat there sucking his front hoof and cooing to himself. The mare he was paired with, attempting to coax him into rolling the pillowed fluffy that was begging for its life, but neither one was able to get through to the oversized toddler. With her motherly instincts kicking in, the mare began rolling the fluffy for him using her head and trying her best to ignore their cries.
Of course, not everyone was crying and pushing, the stress of the last two games compounded with this one caused the minds of some fluffies to snap completely. They didn’t want to die, they just wanted what they had back and instead of retreating into their minds they instead began blurring the line between reality and fantasy. Visual and auditory hallucinations of their deceased family members overlayed onto other fluffies and objects in the area. Some ran back into their homes, thinking that it was the one that they used to live in before they ran away or mistaking the electric fence as the gate to Skettiland which they were technically right about.
However, in the case of Curlytop, the fluffy that he was assigned to push did not exist, instead what he was looking at was Sprinkle whom was currently laying down on her stomach “Shh, dun cwy speciaw fwien. Meanie munstah daddeh tak awwwww spwinkle an Cuwytawp’s bebbehs, bu Spwinkle an Cuwytawp mak mowe~” She coos, causing a derrannged smile to scrawl across the demented stallion’s face. Without thinking, he mounted the pillowed fluffy, who at this point was frightened and confused as to what he was doing “W-Wa am doin? Cowdy nu wan shawkies! Pwease, weave Cwody wone!” He wines only for Curlytop to stare him directly in the eye whilst still smiling “Nu wowwy spwinkle…Cuwytawp gib bestest enffie fo bestest bebbehs…”
Now it would be Cloudy’s turn for his eyes to widen as he heard the stallion talk in an eerily soft and calming voice “Wha?! Nu am Spwinkle! Am Cwody! Cwody nu am enffie mawe!” He says, trying to reason with the stallion but he was already too far gone. In his mind, he was humping away vigorously into his resurrected special friend whilst in reality he was getting his manhood covered in shit trying to pound the white stallion’s ponut
Finally, after ten minutes of sobbing, rolling, and begging, the first pillowed fluffy was shoved into the fence by none other than the purple stallion’s father, his drive to win now beginning to outweigh his hatred of his son. That being said, he did still hate him and looking back at the starting line he could see the fat purple fuck all alone, eyes closed, and cooing to himself as he played with a small ball.
Once again he saw his opportunity but based off his last attempt he figured that if he tried running at them he’d just be picked up again. Instead, he tried to sneak on him, carefully creeping towards him so that his hooves didn’t make too much noise and trying to keep his horn sparking down so that no one would notice the bright light it produced. Slowly but surely, he was making his way to his target, his vengeance just moments away from being enacted only to be dashed away once again, this time by the mare whom saw what he tried to do last time and assumed the he had somehow killed the mare before her and not the sensitive one.
Seeing the commotion, a guard was sent at the behest of Max whom had witnessed the journey of the purple foal and didn’t wish for it to end quite yet whilst more and more fluffies were pushed into the fence at long last. By the end of it all, the 120 fluffies that Maxwell had started with were reduced down to just a mere 15.
The purple stallion’s father had managed to complete his goal, but in order for his son to be saved the mare that was looking after him had to abandon her task and go after him, placing her in one of the losing spots and was thus thrown against the electric fence until she fried to death along with the fluffy she was tasked with pushing. Curlytop would also not advance any further, as he spent the entire game bottoming out inside of a stallion, resulting in his body now being as fried as his mind which for both him and Cloudy was more of a mercy than anything else. Lastly, there was the purple stallion, still blissfully unaware of the atrocities going on around him due to his eyes remaining shut and his brain so underdeveloped that it couldn’t even comprehend them if he could see.
Game Day (GAME 2 - TUG O’ WAR) [ By Paincil ]
Game Day (GAME 4 - PAC-FLUFF) [ By Paincil ]