“Nu, munsta! Pwease wed fwuffy go! Fwuffy nee’ ged backsies to hewd! Hewd nee’ fwuffy wub an’ huggies!”
If fluffies knew how often the researchers heard variations of this logic, perhaps they would have changed their tune by now. Alas, they lived and died by their clichés.
Yet another number in the grand total of fluffy victims was plucked off the street. This time, straight from the herd of alley fluffies. This fluffy was the son of the herd patriarch, and was almost of age to seek a mate of his own to start a herd with. His father begged and begged as his son was taken away to the van, but to no avail. One moment the family was whole. The next moment was filled with screaming and crying.
“Pwease… fwuffy hab biggest saddies eba if nu can go backsies to daddeh an’ mummah! Bwuddas and sissies too! Fwuffies nee’ huggies an’ wub! Nee’! Nee’! Nee’!”
The fluffy hoped against all hope to convey the urgency of his request. Surely this was all just some big misunderstanding. If he could make the strange people see how much hugs and love were needed–
Black-gloved hands wrapped around the fluffy’s plump body, picked him up, and then slammed him onto his back onto the observation desk. The fluffy squealed and cried from the rough treatment. He tried to pull his limbs away as the operative started to handle them, but all he got for his trouble were the stinging jolts of a taser’s prongs applied directly to his anus.
The fluffy jumped and convulsed on the table. His scream of pain and horror was truncated to the frequency of the taser: “SCREE-EEE-EEE-EEE-EEE…”
After being tased on his sphincter, the fluffy stopped resisting. He was now breathless and terrified. “Wowstest poopie-pwace owwies! Poopie-pwace huwties, huu huu huu! Scawy! Too scawy fo’ fwuffy!”
For the first time in the fluffy’s life, it was actually too painful for him to defecate from fear! It burned!
All the while, the fluffy’s limbs were being fastened to the frame on the desk by the operative. As with all previous experiment subjects, the fluffy was stretched apart at the limits of his flexibility and made to assume a painfully unnatural stance.
His mouth was forced open and the pill was administered. A quick session of under-chin scratches coaxed the pill down the fluffy’s throat. After the pill deposited in his stomach, the fluffy-captive cooed.
“Huuu, scritchies ma’e fwuffy feew beddah. Fank ‘ou fo’ gud scritchies!”
The researcher said nothing and jotted down their observation. At this cold silence, the fluffy huu’d and started squirming against the restraints.
“Munsta nu am weawwy nicey! Wan’ oud! Wan’ go backsies to hewd! Meanies ma’e fwuffy feew bad! Heawt huwties an’ poopie-pwace owies nu gud fo’ fwuffy, huu huu huu huu!”
Unbeknownst to the fluffy, the drug was already being metabolized through his small body. The potent chains of compounds sped their way though the bloodstream and were lodging themselves in the receptors of the fluffy’s brain. His perception would be dulled first – moreso than it naturally was – to allow the drug to make its physical alterations without the fluffy being conscious of the process. This way, there would be no conflict associated with accepting the changes, and the fluffy’s subsequent behavior would be a matter of pure instinct, rather than choice.
The first symptom of the drug’s effect was an abrupt drowsiness in the test subject. The fluffy’s struggle against the restraints grew more languid in time, reduced to a lethargic rolling and half-hearted tugging at the knots that held him prone.
“Wan… oud… aftah… nappies. Nappies am… gud fo’… fwuffy,” muttered the fluffy as the dream-like stupor claimed his waking mind. Though he was mentally sedated, his body continued on with its natural processes; his breathing remained steady, as well as his heartbeat.
The captive was then released back into the alleyway, where he was pulled into the hugging forelimbs of his father. “Fank ‘ou munstas fo’ nu numming fwuffy! Fwuffy am soooo happies!”
At this, the rest of the feral family joined in for a wholesome, smelly group hug. While the fluffies showered the inert body of their fellow feral with affection, the researchers attached a discreet camera to a nearby wall and made a quick exit off of the premises. The herd was too busy celebrating the safe return of their family member to care about the activities of the 'monsters" conducting the experiment.
The drugged fluffy’s mind interpreted the cheering and happy babbling as a cacophony that was anything but cheerful. The noises were dragged out into a low frequency bellowing that was ceaseless in his ears, drowning out all sense in the deepest abyss of terror. Phantoms danced in and out of reality in this fugue state. Worms coiled around the twisted faces of the fluffies before him, leaving bloodied lacerations wherever they crawled. Giant flies buzzed about the alley. Whenever they landed on a fluffy, they deposited a filthy, slimy mass of writhing maggots. Shadowy rats clambered up and down the walls, letting out skewed cheeps and squeaks.
The fluffy’s body was inert, but this unfolding horror had him breathing heavily, and his heart racing, just the same. His only saving grace was that the aspirin included with the drug prevented an outright cardiac arrest. For the experiment to produce worthwhile results, the fluffy had to wake up again.
His bumbling family grew ever more concerned with the catatonic feral. They were in the middle of redoubling their cuddling affection when the fluffy started to regain control over his muscles.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins gave him considerable strength… for a fluffy. He easily broke free of the legs wrapped around him, battering and kicking the fluffies next to him as he screamed an incomprehensible fear-filled tone.
The rest of the family cried out from pain, their own fear, and betrayal. These sounds were converted into the hellscape ambience of the drugged fluffy’s mind.
“HATE’CHU. FWUFFY HATE MUNSTAS. NO MOA’ MUNSTAS FO’FWUFFY.”
In this hyper-elevated fear state, the fluffy became aggressive. Far more aggressive than even smarties and toughies were known to be, which was remarkable because the fluffy was a skinny pegasus fluffy. His growling voice was far removed from what normal fluffies sounded like. This made the other members of his herd bawl from grief and fright.
The fluffy did not care. He could not conceive of demons, but some instinct to protect himself gave him a good enough understanding that he had to destroy these creatures in front of him.
He charged.
The younger colts and fillies were accidental casualties. The fluffy trampled their horrified visages without a second thought on his way to tackle his father.
“WAI!? WAI DU DIS!? FWUFFY WUB–”
The fluffy started to pummel his father’s snout into grisly chunks of reddened flesh. At the horrible sight, the herd scattered. The drugged feral did not finish until his father’s head was a fleshy smear on the pavement. “STOOPI’ MUNSTAS GED FOWEBA HUWTIES.”
The fluffy juggernaut repeated this terrifying act on the other herd members. Their legs could not carry them far enough away, fast enough, to escape the wrath. Many tripped over themselves right before the end, and the thrill of the chase swallowed the fluffy’s inhibitions in a bestial high.
The fluffy gnawed on his victims with fervor. Their cries were pained roars against his eardrums and he wanted them silenced. He tore out their guts and scattered them outside of the mutilated skin, and watched the light leave their eyes.
His mother was the only one left. The fluffy barreled down on her, coated crimson. Bits of her family’s entrails clung to her oldest son. The tears she cried came from an abyssal grim as his form obscured more and more of her vision.
He reared up to bring his weight upon his grief-addldd mother. She expected the end.
But then, the bloodies beast yelped and hugged his forelimbs around himself. He flopped onto the ground next to his mother and wriggled.
Gasping for breath, he looked at the mare with pained fear in his eyes. “Huuuu! Nu! Heawt… H-heawt… Huwties…”
The fluffy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he foamed at the mouth.
The aspirin had worn off.
