Part 1: Smarty's Bad Trip - Part 1 (Faggot)
When we last left off, a green smarty male and his herd had broken into the backyard play area and started bullying your pets. As revenge, you gave him enough LSD to make his entire herd trip, and now you’re letting his mind do all the work.
His herd stands around him trying to comfort him, but in his mind they’re all monsters who want to hurt him.
“Scawy munstahs nu huwt smawty! Smawty nu wike cowowfuw scawy pwace!”
“Wha swawty tawking about? Hfuffies am fwiends!”
They’re too dumb to even understand what drugs are. Time to get the party started.
“Look out, smarty, those evil monsters will tear you apart and eat your bones if you don’t run!”
“EEK! GU WAY!”
You’ve never seen a fluffy run so fast. Usually they just basically waddle since their pudgy bodies don’t really accommodate for anything else, but this time he was actually catching some air. He could probably outrun a predator at this moment if he could.
After sprinting around the backyard squeaking in fright he finally slams headfirst into the wooden fence, knocking himself out.
You walk over and stand over his passed out body. His herd stands around watching. He opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is you.
“Wakey wakey my drugged out little friend.”
“EEK! MUNSTAH!”
He repeats the process of attempting to run and smashing headfirst into the wooden fence again. Once again, he’s KO’d.
You go in the house and bring out a lawn chair with some fishing line and hooks. Connecting the lines with each leg of the chair and shortening them to fluffy size, you attach a hook to the end of each one and plop the bastard under the chair.
The hooks go through all four of his hoofpads.
“EEEEEEEEEAAAHHHH! NU HUWTIES! SMAWTY PWOMISE TO BE GUD FWUFFY FWUM NAO ON!”
He’s now restrained by the hooks. To top it off, you break out an old demon halloween mask and a mirror. You put the mask on him and give him a nice view of his own reflection.
“Look in the mirror, now smarty is the scary monster.”
“AHHH! NU! NUUUUUU! SMAWTY AM MUNSTAH! AM MUNSTAH! HEWP! SQUEEEEEEE!”
His herd has backed to the corner of the yard in fear. Mothers coddling their babies, adult fluffies tapping on the fence in an attempt to climb up. You’re not going to physically hurt them since they weren’t messing with your pets, but they still continue to follow their smarty around. You’ve got a gift for them.
“You all are going to leave my backyard and never come back. And before you go, you’re not leaving until you all get a sample of what your smarty got. He’s staying with me.” You pull out the bottle of LSD. “This is the drug that will make you all feel weird and scared.”
“Nu wan, nu wan! Weave fwuffies wone!”
You make sure all adults and even the few foals get their fill of a single dose of acid, a little less than their smarty friends but enough to give them a shitty time. You wonder if they’ll even survive the trip or get themselves killed during the ordeal. Once they’re all dosed up, you move the box and telk them to leave.
“Nu wan weave smawty behind! Smawty am fwiend!”
“You’re all going to end up just like him if you stick around. Now leave and never come back!”
They take one last look at their former pack alpha, still held in place against the hooks terrified of his own reflection, then slowly leave one by one. In half an hour they’ll wander off somewhere and start tripping balls. Whatever comes next is someone else’s problem. After the last one leaves, you recover the hole with the box.
“Your herd has abandoned you, smarty. You’re in my domain now. Nighttime is when the REALLY scary monsters come out. Have fun being alone out here all night.”
“EEEEEAAAHHHH! TU MUCH BAD THOUGHTIES! SMAWTY AM IN HEWW! MAKE STAHP MUMMAH! MAKE STAHP! SQUEEK SQUEEEEEK!”
An average acid trip can last up to twelve hours. It’s only been twenty minutes since the drug kicked in. No way he’ll be getting any sleep tonight. And the first thing you plan on doing tomorrow morning is dosing him up again. It’s twilight outside now and you’re pretty tired, time for bed. You leave smarty in the backyard with his wracked mind and hooks holding him in place.
Upon entering your bedroom, Grape and Strawberry are there to greet you.
“Daddeh make meanie smawtie an hewd gu way?”
“Yes, Grape, that mean smarty and his herd won’t bother you guys ever again. What do you say we all go to bed now?”
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What a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, Grape and Strawberry are enjoying their breakfast kibble, and best of all, the little bastard smarty is still suffering in the backyard. Or so you think. You open the back door to something unexpected.
Smarty isn’t where you left him. The bloody hooks with a few chunks of meat and fur attached are still there, and there’s a trail of blood zigzagging around the backyard. It leads to a tall patch of grass in the corner.
As expected, smarty is laying in the grass. There’s massive holes in his hoofpads where he ripped them out. He’s dead. His face is frozen in a state of pure terror, the last emotion he ever felt. He must’ve gotten so scared of his reflection he physically tore himself from his hook restraints, then crawled around the backyard looking for an exit until he succumbed to blood loss. Damn, you were gonna have more fun with him today, too. Oh well, at least he won’t be a problem for your pets anymore. You get to work on cleaning up his body and equipment and hosing all the blood away.
As you cleaned, you thought back on that bottle of LSD. It’s been a while since your last trip, and you wonder if you want to do it again. Then you consider Straw and Grape. They’ve been good fluffies ll their lives and deserve something nice. Maybe you could help give them a good trip?
“Grape, Strawnerry, how would you like to try some of daddy’s medicine? It’ll make you feel good all day, but only if you think happy thoughts.”
“Suwe, daddeh! Fwuffy wuv feewing gud!”
Only half a dose for each of them, that’s all they need. You set up their playroom to be as comfortable as possible. Soft music, comfy TV show, toys and stuffed animals to keep them occupied. You kept an eye on them all day to make sure their trip never went sour. They mostly played around and got lost in their thoughts while staring at the pretty colors and patterns on the walls, thinking about things most fluffies never do. By the time they reached the comedown, they’re both happy and hugging each other.
“Gwape wuved dadde’s medicine! Gwape feew wike kno the secwets of univewse!”
“Stwawbewwy feew wike he met fwuffy god! Fank ou su much daddeh!”
“Glad you enjoyed, guys. To celebrate your good trip, how about a nice spaghetti dinner for the both of you?”
“YAAY! DADDEH AM BEST DADDEH EVAH!”
“Appreciate it, guys.”