From deathproofpony’s tumblr. One of three different hibachi stories. This one was also made into a comic by FillialCacaphony.
be a guy at a Hibachi restaurant.
the new delicacy is live baby fluffies cooked on the grill right in front of you.
you’re a trendy dick, so you’re always the first in line to try something new.
your hibachi chef is chef yuri nagako
his real name is chuck and he’s from omaha, but he doesn’t tell you that.
chef nagako does a little show with some knives and oil dispensers. you applaud politely.
he plucks a fluffy from a container. it’s small, only a few inches high.
predictably, it cries for its mother.
“mumma… mumma… wan mumma! fwuffy scawed!”
before it can shit on the hibachi, chef nagako squeezes it over a bucket next to him.
his shoe shine bills must be astronomical.
he pops a pepper into the fluffy’s butthole, then with two deft strokes of his knife he cuts off its legs.
not very much blood - you’re surprised. the legs are thrown out.
“eeeeeeeeee! mumma! mumma! wan mumma! weggies huuuuuuuuuuuuwt! poopie pwace huwt!”
chef nagako makes a small slice along the fluffie’s back and peels away its fluff and top layer of skin.
damn, this guy’s good.
sprinkle some spices on it. the fluffy squeals from it stinging its raw flesh.
“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! huwtieeeeeeeeeeeees!”
it probably would have shit itself sideways by now, were it not for the pepper in its ass.
he then places the fluffy on the grill and squeezes some more cooking oil around it.
the grill sizzles as the fluffy foal rolls around helplessly on the hot metal, its skin getting singed on every side.
you take a picture with your brand new cameraphone. you’re fascinated.
chef nagako flips the fluffy around with a couple of spatulas, making sure it gets evenly browned on all sides.
add a little more spice.
the fluffy moves its little stubs, trying desperately to crawl off the grill.
not today, fluffy!
chef nagako flips the fluffy onto its back. it’s now in shock from the hot grill cooking its skin.
he makes a quick incision down the belly and quickly yanks out the intestines with a small pair of tongs
fill the fluffy’s chest cavity with sauce, which is lit on fire.
the fire cooks its remaining internal organs just enough to make them edible.
chef nagako plops the fluffy onto your plate, garnish with a sprig of parsely and some vegetables.
you dig in… sampling the tender, spiced flesh of the foal.
delicious. it’s like tender rabbit meat but a bit heavier.
use your chopsticks to pull out one of its lungs, then its liver.
the fluffy, still barely conscious, watches you eating its internal organs.
it tries to mouth something at you. it looks like “wan mumma”
you jam a fork into its face. you don’t like your dinner watching you eat it.
finish stripping off its flesh and eating its organs, dipping it into the spicy sauce.
amazing. chef nagako is a master.
“How you like fruffy pony?”
“Excellent. How much is that, by the way?”
“Fruffy pony fifteen dollah each.”
“I’ll take two more.”
