my entry for Octoberthon Marathon Prompt #8
Okay so I don’t know why but this- Trapped with a Dirty Butt Eater by Karn/Princess Purrpaws with a little doom patrol as well inspired what your about to read next. I just kept thinking what if it was LITERALLY a butt-eater.
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A small green and yellow maned pegasus colt laid on his stomach, his legs strapped down to the table he was on, tears rolling down his face.
“Subject 23-19 is being injected with the next dose of genetic supplements 45-k from project red smile.” Earl stated coldly in his phone.
Taking a syringe filled with a red liquid and stuck it into 23-19’s flank as the little colt cried and begged for him to stop. When he finished he was unstrapped and carried into a bare safe/observation room with several other fluffies.
-Hu, hu, huu… Meanie misuh gib fwuffy wostest poopie pwace owwies.- 23-19 wept at the door.
After a few moments the other fluffies comforted him and offered to play and give huggies to make him feel better. And for some time that seemed to do the trick but he had to stop every once in awhile to scratch his flank against the wall from the growing itch. soon he couldn’t leave the wall as he was constantly trying to relieve the itch grow in both sides now.
-Hu huu, pwease poopie pwace nu mowe itchy owwies. Fwuffy wanna pway wif fwends… Bewnie hewties!! Screeeeeeeee!-
The itching suddenly became an intense burning as he felt his skin move on its own then an even worse stabbing pain inside. He could hear bones pop and then he could feel his own poopie place stretch and widen on its own with the inside being filled with pins and needles. Then just as sudden it all stopped and he noticed the other fluffies had gathered around him, some looked concerned, others, near his poopie place, looked terrified.
-Munstah!- Screamed one fluffy and they all ran away to the far corner of the room.
The two way mirror in the room was almost floor length, standing up on wobbly legs he faced his backside to the mirror and looked behind himself, lifting his tail. Staring back at him on each side of his flank were a pair of black beady eyes and the hole itself contorted into a smile. It opened showing rows of sharp pointy teeth then his tail, moving on its own whipped and stretched grabbing the nearest fluffy by the leg and dragged her closer. Slowly, head first into the toothy maw she was pulled in kicking and screaming, blood squirting in every direction while 23-19’s face contorted in discomfort from the sensations he was feeling.
-p-p-poopie… pwace… am fow pooooopeeeees… huff huff…Not nummies!- He huffed and wheezed over the sound of crunching bones.
With a loud slurp the last of the mare vanished into 23-19’s poopie place then it burped as the surrounding fluff started to turn red. The pain of his back leggies bending in the opposite direction made him shriek again and the started to move, dragging him away from the mirror and to the corner full of fluffies.
-Pwease weggies, nu mowe hewties, poopie pwace nu am 'posed to be muntah! Pwease hewp fwuffy wun way fwom munstah poopie pwace. hu huhuuu… Nu mowe. Nu mowe!-
His wings began to change now becoming more bat-like and flipping over, growing big enough to fly with but instead lashed out at the fluffies with the thumb claws. The tail separated becoming several strands that latched onto the terrified fluffies whipping them or dragging them into the monster’s mouth. A terrible, terrible feeling started to well up in 23-19’s tummy and he instantly knew what was about to happen. Covering his mouth with both leggies he refused to let anything up as best he could but the pressure was too great to resist long. The burst of bloody poopies that shot out his mouth was the worst thing he had ever tasted and it just kept coming without end as his other side kept devouring fluffies. When the last fluffy had been swallowed did it stop soon after leaving 23-19 coughing, spitting and gasping for air.
-Hu hu huu… Nu mowe pwease. HACK! Hurk! Hmph! Nu more poopie sickie wawas. hu hu huu huu… Wan… Die-
The entire room burst into a wall of flame engulfing everything and did not stop on everything inside was reduced to ash.
“Test 23-19 of trying to isolate and control the Jellenheimer gene is a failure. We’ll begin to prop subject 23-20 with modified serum 45-L once sterilization protocols have finished.” Earl stated into his phone.