The day was new, the sun was still set over the cold mountains nearby. Kyle had just exited his car and exited his car to get to his job. Kyle was a manager at a nearby supermarket in a small town called ‘Freshies’. Kyle didn’t hate his job, but he certainly didn’t like it. He got paid well for his work, and some days were better than most, but today wasn’t one of those days. Kyle fumbled with his keys as he locked his car door and crunched through the snow to the side entrance into the store. After a little bit of more key fumbling, Kyle opened the entrance, walked into the slightly warmer building and flipped on the light in the breakroom. Before the alarm could go off, Kyle disabled it, and turned the heat up in the building. Kyle took his jacket off, and put it on a chair. He stretched, and began his motions to brew a pot of hot coffee. As he waited for it to brew, he began to do his rounds.
He started to walk around the store. The alarm was untouched, so the camera feed could wait. It was a small town after all, a break in at the local supermarket would have made news fast. Kyle yawned and opened the door to the floor of the store. The lights were off except for a few, so Kyle flipped them on, illuminating the shelves filled with chips, cans, produce, etc. He walked to his right to the stock room. The pallet racking was full, the forklift was charging, and the pallet jacks were all stored in the correct place. Good. He was getting sick of telling night shift off about cleaning up their equipment. He grabbed a clipboard off the wall and marked off all of the stock in the back, checking to make sure it was all still there. As he did his rounds, he noticed the garage was left opened slightly. Snow gently blew inside of the storage garage under the gap. “You’ve gotta be fucking kiddin’ me.” Kyle muttered. “That’s why its so cold in here today.” Kyle walked over and closed the garage door. He made a mental note to tell night shift about it. Once he finished he made his way back to the break room. His coffee should be done by now.
Kyle poured himself a hot mug of coffee in a clean mug in the break room. Kyle left and continued his sweep of the store. As he did, he heard something, which was already out of the ordinary. Around the kid’s toy section, there was a slight cooing noise. If it was what he thought it was, Kyle was going to have a fit. He rounded the corner and saw what he expected. A family of fluffies, five foals, and a mare. The stallion must have abandoned the mare, or is somewhere else looking for food in the store. Kyle facepalmed. This meant so much paperwork, stock checks, and loss reports sent up to corporate. “Fucking night shift…” Kyle was surprised the family didn’t respond to the bright lights when they were flickered on, so they must feel safe. Surrounded by food, warmer than the freezing weather outside, and plenty of toys to play with, which were scattered about, carboard from the toys littered the ground and made a nest for them to lay in, as well as a destroyed, shit covered blanket. They all cuddled in a fluff pile, cooing softly. Kyle hated the sight of them. Abominations of man, filthier than rats, and more destructive. He was happy when they were declared toys, but he wished they would declare open season on them all, and eradicate them from the face of the Earth.
Kyle breathed in to calm himself down. Today he decided the regular morning store problems would have to wait. This little fluffy family would pay for all the extra work he would have to do. First, find out if there is a stallion, then dispose of it before it can wake the family. Then Kyle could have some fun stress relief.
Kyle moved on from his rounds and finished sweeping the store, making sure nothing else was amiss. He did find what he was looking for. A forest green fluffy with a dark blue mane. It was currently gorging itself on the carrots in the produce section, and putting stuff into a pile. By the looks of it, he had been there for a while. Shit covered various parts of the ground, and leftover leaves and scraps littered the whole produce section.
“Mmmm! Fwuffeh fin su many nummies. Famiwy be suuu happeh when wakies. Speshew fwend make su many gud miwkies fo babbehs so babbehs gwow up big an stwong!” The stallion monologued. He crunched loudly on another carrot. So loudly he didn’t notice Kyle approach from behind. Before the stallion could react, Kyle was pushing the stallion’s head into the foot of the produce section, jamming the unfinished carrot down it’s throat. “HURK!!!” The stallion shouted as it tried to scream out. Before it could, Kyle reached his freehand around and grabbed it by the throat, lifting it up. The thing was super light. It looked up to Kyle with pleading eyes, still choking on the carrot.
A few moments later, Kyle was in the breakroom in front of the cameras, bringing up the camera for the toy section. The stallion was squirming in Kyle’s hands, trying to escape. The carrot still jammed into his throat, but just enough room was left so the fluffy could breathe. Kyle grabbed a spare jacket from one of the lockers and makeshift tied the stallion up. He needed supplies for his plan. He went around the store, and gathered small bits of things. A cutting board, a litter box with litter, a knife, and some produce rubber bands. He returned to see the fluffy had managed to spit out the carrot and had thrown up in the process, all over the desk which contained the cameras. Kyle rolled his eyes.
“You caused me an awful lot of trouble.” Kyle said, looking the fluffy in the eyes.
“O-ou am munstah! Nu wike! Hatchu!” The fluffy cried in its pre-programmed responses.
“I don’t care. You lead your family here, and now you’re gonna watch what happens to bad fluffies who go into places they’re not invited.” Kyle said. He pulled the jacket off of the fluffy and put the cutting board underneath him. He got to work. He strapped five produce bands around the fluffies, snout, preventing it from screaming out. It began to cry and kick its legs rapidly and Kyle held it down and forced his punishment onto the abomination. He cut each leg off, pillowing the fluffy, the muffled cries filling the breakroom. If this wouldn’t wake up the fluffpile, he didn’t know what would, but he continued his work. He cleaned up the mess with a few paper towels, and slowly began to cauterize the wounds. The Fluffy cried and tried to move desperately, but was unable to. Kyle finished his work, cleaned up the rest of the mess, and turned the fan on in the break room. It wreaked of shit, blood, and burnt fluff.
Kyle then took the full litterbox he gathered, put the stationary fluffy in it, and showed him his family. They were up now, but groggily coming to. The mare looked like it was happily greeting each one of the foals, unconcerned with life. Kyle used a new feature of the cameras and tuned into the camera’s built in speaker. He heard the fluffy clear as day after turning the volume up to max.
“Babbehs am su good babbehs. Soon daddeh com backsies and bwing suuu many numsies an mummeh give su many nummy miwkies fo babbehs!” The mare proclaimed.
“Yay! Mummeh am bestest mummeh ebah!” A yellow foal chirped.
The rest cheered in their respective tunes and Kyle smiled. He usually didn’t abuse the fluffies that begged at the store front, but these ones. These ones made his morning so much worse, so he would take theirs.
“Enjoy the show, retard.” Kyle said, walking out of the breakroom with his coffee, and closing the door behind him. The last sight he saw was of the stallion crying. Kyle laughed as he made his way to the kids toy section. He heard the fluffies chirping and laughing as they played. The mother was singing her mummah song out of tune, which grated on Kyle’s very soul. Soon, he rounded the corner of the shelves and saw them. Foals shitting everywhere, the mother clapping her hooves together while singing for a dancing foal on the destroyed blanket. Amazing how much mess they could cause in one night.
“Hewwo nice mistah!” A pink foal said. Kyle looked down and saw a small foal looking up at him from his boot. “Be nyu daddeh?”
The speaking foal drew the attention of the rest of the family.
“Nyu daddeh?”
“Yay! Nu mow dawksies!”
“Babbeh nee miwkies mummah!”
“Babbehs, it am nyu daddeh!” The mare excitedly said. She was a pink mare with a purple mane, earthy. “Wub nyu housie daddeh! Wots of toysies an nummies, an woom fo babbehs to make gud poopsies an peepees!”
“Yeah.” Kyle said flatly. “I’m you’re new dad. I’m glad you like it.” Kyle walked past the cheering pink fluffy which followed him and right to the mare. “Lets play.”
“Yay! Daddeh wike pway! Owd daddeh wiww wike nyu daddeh!”
“What am doin’ daddeh?” The mare asked. Kyle walked right up to her and crouched down to get closer to her.
“Giving you great nummies.” Kyle said. Before the fluffy could respond he took his whole mug and forced it down the mare’s throat. The near boiling coffee burned her throat which caused her to scree in agony. Kyle laughed as her scree turned dry and faint.
“Babbehs! Wun!” The mare cried desperately, he voice raspy. “Nyu daddeh am munstah daddeh!”
“Oh no you don’t!” Kyle said, grabbing all of the foals in one fell swoop. They cried individually for help. The mare finally recovered from her shock at drinking scalding water, that she finally stood up and tried to headbutt Kyle. A feeble squeak left her mouth as she fell back on her ass. Kyle laughed.
“Gibe babbehs back! Too widdow fo upsies! Nee huggsies!” The mother cried out desperately.
“Not before I teach you not to enter places you’re not supposed to! As your new daddy, that would be bad!” Kyle stood up and grabbed a bat from nearby. “First lesson.” Jason threw up all of the fluffies in the air, and swung. He managed to glance one and hit another right on. The rest fell to the ground, breaking various bones.
The yellow fluffy was the one that managed to get glanced. It rocketed towards the nearest shelf and got split in half by said shelf. A teal foal was the one Kyle managed to hit right on. It turned to a fine mist, pracitcally atomizing upon impact. The blood coated Kyle’s face, making him look more fierce.
“NUUUUU!!!” The fluffy screamed out in fear. “BABBEHS!” The mare stood up and ran to the split corpse of her yellow fluffy. "Nu fowebah sweepies… it am otay… mummah gib ou huggsies, pwease come back babbeh!’
“Nope!” Kyle swung hard on the fluffy, and hit it in the top of the head. A loud clang resounded through the store, as the fluffy bit down hard on it’s tongue. The tongue flopped lifelessly from the mouth of the mare, her eyes showing that she’d been derped. Perfect. Kyle checked his watch and saw he had a half an hour before opening and the rest of the workers got there. “So much for enjoying this…” Kyle said. He gathered the remaining foals and mare, walking out to the back of the store. He tossed them out into the cold snow near the trash cans. He returned to the office and saw the stallion crying sadly, closing his eyes and looking away from the mess that was the toy section of the store. Kyle smiled and picked up the fluffy. The litter box was near full from how much shit filled it from the one stallion. Kyle rolled his eyes and walked outside, ripped the rubber bands off of the snout, and tossed the fluffy next to the rest of his family. Kyle wiped his hands off in the snow, and walked inside, beginning to clean up the mess, and go about his day.
"Babbehs! Babbehs! It am otay! Daddeh hewe! Why weggies nu woksie! Pwease weggies wet me walk tu babbehs, dey nee huggies an wub! Speshew fwend, pwease! Hewp babbehs!. What am wong wit speshew fwend? Huu huuu! Wan die!!’ The stallion cried out. This continued for hours until the foals peeped their last agonizing peeps, dying of their wounds. The mare continued to make random noises, while the stallion cried, chanting wan die.
Kyle exited the store halfway through the day, taking the trash out. He saw the family, the two adults barely clinging to life in the snow. The mare’s legs had frostbite, and both of their ears had it too.
“Wow, still kicking huh? I guess you learned what happens when you go into other people’s housies without permission. I’m such a good daddy!” Kyle laughed, threw the trash away, and went back into the warm building. The fluffies a long and cold agonizing death.
Just a quick story inspired by the Fluffy Squatters comic by Wasp, you can find here
Hope you all liked it! I certainly enjoyed writing it lol.
