“You fucking shitrats! What did you do to my fluffy?!” The human was very, VERY angry.
Pumpkin, a dark orange earthy fluffy with a dark green mane, and Shadow, a black unicorn with a dark silver mane were in deep trouble. They’d raided a safe while a dummy human was out. They only had their open in between them and the nummies within.
Of course, the fluffy living their needed to taken care of.
But they couldn’t think about that! The humans were mad, and were chasing them. It wasn’t fair! They had little lights they could carry and shine around, while they had to run in the dark!
“Huuuuu wha’ we gon du, Shadow? Nu can hide foweba!”
“Just shaddup fo a widdwe bit, dummeh, shadow finkin’!”
They turned into an ally right as the beam of light passed them by, barely escaping it.
The two fugitive fluffies were hiding behind a garbage can as the humans ran right by the ally.
“Su saddies. Tu see a fwuffy gu foweba sweepies su yung. Yu was big meany do, ‘ou weawy hawd to feew bad fow”
The two stallions looked over to see a strange looking Black fluffy with a gray mane, unkempt and sticking up in various directions. His see places were open quite wide, and it was a little unsettling to the scared duo.
“Oh, hewwo! Nyu fwens?” The odd fluffy said with a wide grin.
“Uhhh wha happen to dat fwuffy? Wook wike he wa nummed” Shadow said with a shaky voice.
“Uw, him, I can teww ‘ou if ‘ou wan’” the odd fluffy said, his grin turning into an oddly expressionless frown.
Shadow looked at the forever sleepies fluffy. He was partially eaten, but even so, the expression of horror on his face was cemented and persistent.
“Nu wowwy.” The odd fluffy said. “Fowwow me, knu whewe ‘ou can hide. Come wif” the odd fluffy gestured, his overly wide smile returned, unnerving Pumpkin.
“Have we checked that ally yet?”
“No, I don’t think so. Let’s check. I’m gonna kill those fuckers!”
“Shadow, nu wike odda fwuffy, Pumkin fink we should gu odds way…”
The two desperate stallions saw a beam of light sweep by, and they knew they had to choose between this goofy fluffy and two humans with the biggest angries ever.
Well, there was two of them, if the fluffy tried anything, they could take care of him like they did that dummy in the human’s housie.
“Nu hab choice.” Shadow sighed. “Otay, fwuffies come wif. Fwuffy name am Shadow, and dis am Shadow’s fwen Pumkin”
“Pweasuwe to meet ‘ou. ‘Ou can caww me Bubby!” The odd fluffy replied.
Bubby led the pair to a loose board in the fence blocking the ally and led them through. Booted footsteps could be heard crunching leaves in the ally. Just in time!
“‘Ou kno whewe to fin big twashy piwe?” Shadow asked Bubby. Dat whewe hewd am.”
“Huuu Pumkin nu wan teww smawty dat nu fin any nummies…”
“Nu wowwy. I knu da wai.” Bubby assured the pair. “Dew am westawant neawby tu!”
“Oooooh westawant jab bested’ nummies! Bubby weawy hewp fwuffies?” Shadow asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Jus fowwow me!” Bubby turned and smiled his too wide grin.’ “Dos pwaces am easy tu fin!”
Pumpkin was still a little disturbed. “‘Ou knu foweba sweepies fwuffy fwom awwy? Am he Bubby’s fwen?”
That odd frown returned to Bubby’s face.
“Nu. He was bad fwuffy. Wowstes fwuffy I’ve seen in many fowebas”
“He dat bad?” Pumpkin asked.
“Yus.” Bubby said bluntly. “He was a housy fwuffy, he hab ebewyfing a fwuffy could wan. Weww awmost. His hooman daddeh towd him he could hab speciaw fwen wen he am owdew. He was onwy one an half yeaws owd”
“Yeaw an haff? How wong am dat?” Shadow asked, his fluffy brain trying to count how many forevers that would be.
“He was awmost weawwy big fwuffy. Buh it nu mattew. Jus knu he stiww bit tu yung fo speciaw fwen” Bubby replied.
The trio continued down the sidewalk on the other side of the ally fence, and looked for another darker area to seek some shelter in.
Bubby continued. “Su he decide he gun weabe his housy and fin hewd and be smawty wif wots of mawes. It was afta cowd times, and fwowas and weaves nu gwo back yet. He fin hewd, and since he had kibbwe nummies, he was stwonga dan da smawty.”
“Dummeh fwuffy! Dis Smawty Aawon’s hewd nao!”
“Huuuuuu why step on wumps? Huuu huu huuuuuuuuu” the purple ex smarty cried out
“Dis am Aawon’s hewd nao!” Aaron, the green and yellow usurper stated, puffing out his chest. “Nu need wumps nu mowe! ‘Ou am enfy toi nao!”
Smarty started pressing his erect member against the toppled leader’s anus.
“Nuuuuuuuu…… NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
“Enf, enf, enf gud feews!”
“Ouchies! Poopy pwace huwties! Stahp! Pwease!”
“Otay. Take sowwy hoofsies!”
Aaron began viciously assaulting the defeated smarty. After he was beaten bloody, Aaron, the new smarty. Demanded the herd move in search of nummies. The purple ex smarty followed behind the herd, ashamed. Fluffies are highly social, and he wanted to stay with the herd.
Some bright times pass. Smarty at as much food as he could and let his herd have scraps, gave engines to every mare in the herd(beating the objecting stallions and stepping in their lumps if they fought, and was generally abusive. But it wasn’t enough. Smarty’s lumps were having hurties. He had given all the mares tummy babies, and had to wait. One dark time, he was restless. Smarty was in the fluffpile sleeping when he woke up to make peepees. On his way back he saw a foal wandering about.
“Wat dummeh babbeh doin’? Why weabe fwuffpiwe?”
“Am spwowin babbeh! Mummah neba wet bebbeh see pwetty twee pwaces. Neba wet babbeh see wah am outsies ob hewd wand”
“Dummeh, ‘oh nu kno wat am out hewe. Gu back to fwuffpiwe!” Then, Smarty’s no nos began to itch. He gazed over the foal, his see places sizing her up.
“Smawty teach babbeh nyu gamesie. Wan pway?” Smarty was licking his lips.
“Nyu gamesie? Bebbeh wub pway gamesies! Wan pway, wan pway!”
Smarty turned to foal around, and pinned her down with his front hooves. If she cried, out after being penetrated, she’d get a hoof to the face. After the good feels were over, he crushed the foals skull under his foot. Smarty returned to the fluffpile, satisfied. Little did he know, there were eyes watching.
The next day, the entire herd was in chaos, All looking for the missing foal. When the corpse was found, the herd was shocked. A mare broke down into hysterics, and the smarty turned enfy toy tried to control her through his own sobs.
“Smawty uhhh, fwuffy mean Enfy Toy, saw Smawty gib bad enfies to bebbeh!” The eunuch stallion declared, his eyes wet with tears. “Dis was Enfy Toys fabowite bebbeh, too!” He yelled.
Rather than argue, lie, or try to smooth talk, Smarty scoffed at him.
“Am da Smawty, smawty du wat Smawty wan! Am tirud of dummeh enfy toy’s poopie pwace! Dat bebbeh dummeh anyway, am bad bebbeh fow being Enfy Toys bebbeh!”
The herd mumbled amongst themselves. They didn’t like the new Smarty, but what could they do? He was a tyrant, but he WAS smart, and they’d gone many bright times without losing a member of the herd.
Enfy Toy charged, shouting at Smawty.
“Hatechu! Take foweba sweepies!”
Bad move! Smarty tackled him mid charge, and bit him on the throat. He’d seen kitty munstuhs do the same to the animals they nummed, even smaller fluffies.
Unable to breathe, it was over. Andy Toy was out. Just to make sure, Smarty beat him, and beat him some more, then gave him sorry poopies as a final insult to the heartbroken stallion.
“Anyone ewse hab pwobwem wif enfy bebbehs?” Smarty snorted out as he puffed his cheeks.
The herd just cried to themselves and stayed quiet. Some even made scaredy poopies. Their ex leader had been so easily defeated twice. What could THEY do?
For many, many, bright times, the herd kept moving. Every now and again, when the mood hit Smarty, he’d take another stallion’s foal, and violate it. He would get bored with mares and lesser stallions, and sometimes he just got wicked thoughts in his head. Mostly, he seemed to enjoy the pain on the face of other stallions as their foal was killed. He’d rape the stallions too, just to break their spirit. He felt the lower males would stay in line if they were dominated so embarrassingly in front of the herd.
One day, though, 3 stallions, all three having their entire litters killed recently, and without special lumps(removed by the smarty, as the other option was forever sleepies), decided they’d have nothing to lose, and challenged him. Smarty was in the middle of beating a mare, shielding her foal from the smarty and his throbbing member.
The 3 stallions charged without a word. They barreled forward and tackled the smarty. He would gain the upper hand on one, only for the others to attack him from the sides, forcing him to release his target and address the backup. Things looked bleak for the smarty.
Several mares and foals were cheering, hoping against hope their abusive leader would fall.
But it was not to be.
Smarty had been eating more than anyone else in the herd, and the lack of energy caught up with the assassins. Smarty began to turn the tables. First, he violently beat in the skull of one, the second, he chocked out with his teeth, the third, he bucked and busted the jaw of.
The latter two were still clinging to life, but in that state, Smarty could finish them off at his leisure, finishing them off with violent and aggressive sorry hoofsies.
The herd was how submissive. The smarty could resume his reign of terror.
For a time
After many, many, bright times, all other stallions and their foals were gone. The herd was now Smarty’s harem. His favorite mare had given birth several bright times ago, and Smarty wanted to have a go at it again. He slept in a fluffpile with his mare and offspring, but was awakened by an icky smell.
Smarty looked in the direction of the smell, and saw another fluffy peaking in the nest, with a foal in its mouth.
Smarty exited the nest and tackled the fluffy. But something was off. Smarty quickly deposited the foal back with the litter, and its peeps were hugged away by the comfort of the fluffpile. “Good” Smarty though. He didn’t want the herd to panic. It was then he noticed the smell. It was decay.
Looking at the fluffy picking itself up off the ground with battered legs, he let out the scardiest poopies of his life.
The fluffy was forever sleepies. Well, except he wasn’t asleep.
The fluff was patchy, and missing in places. Wormy monsters squirmed in and out of his body, his leggies cracked and creaked with ever movements, and in place of his see places, which were a black mush full of wormy monsters, only 2 piercing red dots of light were there.
“Wh-who awe ‘uo? Wha’ ‘ou w-wan?” He said trembling.
“Wha wong? Scawed for ‘ou bebbehs?” The corpse asked with a wet rattle every time he spoke.
“N-nu huwt beb-bebbeh’s……” he said, failing miserably at sounding tough.
“Wha? Why? How many bebbeh’s hab’ ‘ou gib foweva sweepies and wostest huwties? Eggpwant wemembah ‘ou enfing bebbeh and gib wowstes’ stompies”
Smarty froze. It couldn’t be.
“O-owd smawty? B-buh hao? Gib ou foweba sweepies?”
“Befow smawty fwuffy was Eggpwant. Mebeh Eggpwant num bebbehs, make ‘ou watch! ‘Ou fink am otay when ‘ou do it! Wets see how ou wike watchin bebbehs get huwties!”
“Nu……nu NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Gu WAY!GU WAY GU WAY GU WAY! HUUUUUHUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
“Smawty, why be woud? Bestes mawe and bebbehs twyin to sweep!”
“M-mu-mu-m-m-munstuh fluffy! Obba dewe! Was MUNSTUH! Was foweba sweepies owd smawty! He come back to gib wowstest huwties! Nee’ wun way! WUN WAAAAAAAAY”
The mare looked over and saw nothing. By this time the whole herd was up, and several were panicking? Monster? Here? They had to run!
The mare sighed and after searching the area Smarty pointed to, she found nothing.
She breathed in deep. “SHADDUUUUUP! Smawty jus hab wowstes sweepie time pictahs! Wooked aww obah and nu munstuh anywhewe!”
The herd was restless, nervous and scared. Smarty couldn’t sleep. He could see the glowing red see places peeking into the nest, and grabbing for the mare and foals. Smarty would smack them away, but they were relentless. And Smarty was smart enough to see the pairs were increasing in number. Foals started peeping in distress and couldn’t be consoled. The mare had had enough.
“Enuff! Twyin to sweep dummeh!”
“Huuuuu bu-“
“Nu! Mummuh weavin! Gu wai!”
“Nu weabe Smawty! Pwease!
Smarty was terrified, and the mares wouldn’t let him in the fluffpile. He could see pairs of glowing see places in the trees. He’d have to leave the clearing the nest was in. Why deal with this? He could find more mares away from the monsters. After all, there were many mares, and they could have more foals. Special friends and babies are replaceable, he concluded.
Smarty ran into the trees and became exhausted. The monsters couldn’t move fast. He could rest. Or so he thought. He heard the rustling of leaves and looked around. Rather than an adult fluffy he saw something under the leaves squirming about.
“P-pwease nu huwt Smawty, am su sowwy!”
“‘Ou nu wisten when bebbeh cwied and asked fow huwties tu stahp”
Out from under the leaves, rotting, broken, and covered in dirt, was a fluffy foal. It drug itself forward in its broken leggies. The bones would make a creak and crack, pulling themselves back together to move the corpse forward.
Smarty could do nothing but run. Looking behind him, he tripped over something and face planted into the autumn leaves. He could smell rot on his leg. He had tripped over another corpse.
“Come hewe, smawty, wan Huggies!”
“N-nu…… NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
Other fluffies, foals and stallions were emerging. Smarty realized he had to leave the woods. The whole area was filled with graves. Smarty had seen his human family bury forever sleepy humans, and he figured it would be less likely to attract predators to the smell of dead fluffy, but they WERE graves dug by fluffies. Very shallow.
Smarty was surrounded. He plowed through the circle with the most foals and ran towards where he knew the town was. They couldn’t get him there right? He ran, and ran, and ran, finally finding an ally and collapsing in exhaustion.
He woke up shortly though, as he saw the glowing red see places entering the ally. They had followed him.
“GU WAY!!! PWEAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEASE!”
“‘Ou neba cawed bout ouw huwties!”
“Ou am the weal munstuh!”
Smarty ran down the ally and came to a fence. He poked and prodded the boards looking for a loosening plank. He found one that had just the slightest give, and rammed into it as hard as he could. Exhausted, and wracked with pain, his adrenaline pushed him on.
He bashed and bashed and bashed, with the un-forever sleepies hoard so close he could smell them. Finally, he bashed and got the board loose enough to squeeze though.
He was safe!
Nope. His back leg goes were almost out, but he was grabbed. The larger un-forever sleepies fluffies tugged and pulled, and countless foals latched on and bit him with everything the had, dragging him back into the ally.
“Ouchies! Pwease! Smawty nu am nummies! Skreeeeeeeeee!! SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST HUWTIES EBA!”
The un-forever sleepies kept ripping and tearing into him, ignoring his pleas for mercy.
Finally, he was still. The un-forever sleepies fluffies stopped their assault and looked over the mangled corpse of the smarty. Finally satisfied, the red lights in their see places flickered out, and they drug the corpse into the trashy pile.
“The un-foweba sweepies wewe abenged, and dey wen back to da woodsies, to deiw gwaves, finawwy abwe to west in peace.” Bubby finished up the story and paused. They’d been walking while he talked, and they came to another backroad leading towards the dump.
“Huuuuu stowy scawy, Pumkin nu wan be nummies……”
“Stowy and su dummeh, foweba sweepies am foweba sweepies, nu can wakies fwum dem” Shadow said, rolling his see places.
“Ou fink su? Nuffin ewse aftah wife?” Bubby inquired, the same blank faced frown.
“O’ couwse! Dey would nu be foweba sweepies if ‘ou wake up! Fwuffies jus’ scawed, make dis up!” Shadow replied.
Bubby chuckled. “Weww, I suppose we nu kno tiww ouw time come. Behind twashy can! Quick!”
The 3 fluffies hid as the beams of light swept around, and quickly moved on. Once it was safe, they ran along a fence behind a group of houses, coming across another dead fluffy, this one a brown and beige unicorn.
“Wh-wha happin tu fwuffy? He wook wike he hab wowstes owwies! Who du dis?” Pumpkin whispered.
“Nu hab time to tawk, nee keep mobin’!” Shadow replied.
“Nu wowwy! I knu dis fwuffy! I can teww ‘ou whiwe we wawkies!”
Bubby cleared his throat. “It nu was bewy many bwite times ago, he was an nummies findew fow hewd. He used tu be houwsie fwuffy dat wun way.”
Biscuit searched around for nummies at night. Most fluffiest were scared of the dark times, and so was he, but there were fewer humans out, and they usually took the trash out after dinner, meaning fresher trashy nummies.
There was a human housie with a shed in the grassy area behind it. And on the curb, he saw a bag of trash on the ground. The can was too full. Biscuit thought he’d hit the motherload of nummies and began tearing into the bag.
Another odd fluffy, this one a mare, approached. She was purple with a navy blue mane and tail. “H-hewwo? Huuu am suuuu hungwy! Nice fwuffy shawe wif Bwuha?”
“Nu! Biscuit fine dese nummies! Dummeh mawe gu get nummies somwhewe ewse!” Biscuit snarled back.
“Huuhuuhuuuuu pwease, just widdwe bit? Am jus one fwuffy, nu nee’ much! Dewe wots ob twashies.”
“Nu! Biscuit am hewd nummy findew! Nee’ bwing nummies back ow smawty hab bigges’ angwies! Gu wai, ow-“
“Hey, little fellas. What do you think you’re doing in my trash?” The strange human behind them asked in mock kindness.
Biscuit knew better than to try and reason with a human and bolted, but was too slow. The human caught his tail and lifted him up.
“Bad upsies! Pwease! Fwuffy sowwy! Nu mean tu make hoomin angwy! Pwomise to weabe an neba com back!” Was all Biscuit could think to say.
“Who do you think has to clean this shit up? Me, shitrats!” The meany human practically spit in Biscuits face.
The mare spoke up. “Pwease, nu wan nummies nu mowe, pwomise wiww weave and neba come back….”
“Nope, fuck you both! You’re going in my sorry shed!” The human laughed as he opened the door to the shed in his back yard.
The human entered the shed and strapped down Biscuit to his workbench, then threw Bruja in a cage hanging on the wall.
“I’ve been stuck here for days, and I’m bored as fuck. I have enough to deal with without you assholes making a mess!” The human was talking while opening up a toolbox. “What game should we play? Hmmmm. Ooooh I know! You’re a pony, right? I need to break you til you learn obedience!”
The human picked up a small whip and cracked it once. Biscuit let out a squirt of scardy poopies at the sound.
“Don’t worry, it’s smaller than a whip for actual horses. It won’t kill you. Probably.”
The cracking and screams were loud, and the man was afraid the neighbor might hear.
“Let’s try something else, how about fire? People brand ponies, right?” The human said as he pulled out a blowtorch.
“Huuu why hooman su meanie to fwuffy? Nu du anyfing tu ‘ou!” Biscuit cried.
Bruja cocked her head, curiosity on her face. “‘Ou fink fwuffies am nicey?”
“Betta dan hoomans! Dey gib huwties fo nu weason! Hate dummeh hoomans!” Biscuit shouted before blowing a raspberry at the man.
“Oho! Lively, aren’t we! This’ll be more fun!” The man chuckled.
“Den les put dis tu da test!”
The human and Biscuit both turned to Bruja, as her eyes turned solid black.
“Hoomans an fwuffies, which one am wowse?
Wet us fin ou’ as da woles am wevewse
Fo’ sebendy two howas thewe am a test
If ou faiw ‘ou get da huwties ‘ou gib to da west!
Su twy an be nicies, wawk in odda’s shoes
Fow when da cuwse am wifted, dat da way ‘ou won’ wose!”
A terrible wind rose up in the shed, and the sound of thunder was all around. Biscuit let out scaredy poopies, while all the man could do was repeat “what the fuck?!” Over and over. Bruja began to glow as space seemed to warp around them, then there was only darkness.
When Biscuit woke up, he was standing over the man, tied to the bench, holding a torch in his hoof. How was he holding it with one hoof? He supposed it didn’t matter. Suddenly, the door kicked in.
Several fluffies wearing police uniforms can in holding guns, pointed right at Biscuit. The ran in on 3 leggies, with their 4th holding their weapon. Biscuit wasn’t sure how they could hold a gun with their hooves, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“Ge’ down on da fwoow! NAO!” One of the fluffies shouted.
“Pwease nu huwt Biscit! Biskit sowwy!”
Biscuit collapsed to the floor and covered his face with his hooves, sobbing into them.
“Cuff his hoofsies an pat him dawn. Check fow weapin!”
“Siw!” The two fluffies behind the lead fluffy replied, slapping cuffs on Biscuit and leading him to a vroom vroom monster that had red and blue lights flashing above it.
“Chief! Dewe am two hoomans hewe, buh my weapon! Fink he just pwayin’ wif towchy! Da hoomans! Wha’ ‘oh wan us to do wiff dem?” One of the fluffy officers asked.
“Twow dem in cagies a take dem tu hooman shewter. I’ww take dis fwuffy tu da pwecinct! ‘Ou shouwd knu betta dan pway wiff fiwe! It am dangewous! Nu kno wha’ ‘ou wa doin’!”
As Buscuit was being led out, he noticed a human mare in place of the mare calling herself Bruja. She had long black hair, straight and smooth, and very long, wearing a black dress that looked to be made of leather. Her skin was a bronzish color.
He was quickly turned away and led to a police car.
Biscuit sat in a holding cell for what felt like, at least 100 forevers! Finally, a fluffy wearing clear class over his see places and wearing what humans call a “sweater” came in to speak with him.
“Hewwo, mistah Dabis, am cawwed doctew Mawtins” the odd fluffy said, adjusting his weird see place thing.
“Wha Doctah Mawtin wan? Whewe am Biscuit? Wan ou’, nu wike sowwy cage!” Biscuit whined.
“Ou’ am in jaiw, mista Dabis.” Dr Martins said with an incredulous look. “We hab some fings to discuss.”
“Dis whowe fing am weird! Nu unnastan wah happinin to Biscuit! Nu am Mista Dabis! Am Biscuit!” Biscuit whined.
“Ou’ fiwe say namsies am Biskit Dabis. Now be quiet fow a minute. We need hab tawky. Hooman aboose nu am agains’ da waw, but it AM viowashin ob’ou pawowe.”
Biscuit cocked his head to the side. “Wha am ‘pawowe’?”
The doctor’s hoof hit the bars. “Nu pway stupi! Dis am sewious! Am tawkies tu pawowe boawd an’ offesa wawta, and dey say dey oba wook dis if ‘ou du comoonity sewbise, and weaw ankwe moneeta. Unastan? ‘Ou wan gu tu sowwy pwison?”
Biscuit jumped in his seat. “Nu! Nu wan!”
“Gud!” Dr. Martins replied. “Offeesa take ‘ou homsies, buh nee’ be weady fow shewtew by 9am. Dey tempowawawy disabwe ankwe monitah fow 9 howas whiwe you wowk. It gon be of’ twee bwite times. If ‘ou du gud dew, dis whowe fing can gu way, an’ ‘ou can stawt gettin ‘ou wife back. ‘Ou yung, Doctew Mawtins get it. By’ pwease take dis sewiouswy. ‘Ou wife am on da wine hewe.”
With that. Dr. Martins took his leave, and Biscuit was returned to the human’s house. He felt something in his pocket- wait, pocket? When did he get that? He supposed it didn’t matter. He fiddled around and a little metal thing came out. He looked at it as it lay on the ground. What did humans do with these?
“Wai’ owd mummuh use to open doow!” Biscuit had remembered! He used both hooves to pick it up, but found he could use it with one hoof. He wasn’t sure how that worked. He supposed it didn’t matter.
He walked in the housie, and looked around. Seeing a rug in front of the tv, he curled up and fell asleep.
He was awoken by banging on the door. It was the toughie officers. They were mad he didn’t wake up til they got there. He was rushed through getting dressed and brushing his teeth. He wasn’t sure how he was able to hold a toothbrush with his hoof, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
The morning was a rush that just kind of blended together, until he got to the human shelter. Biscuit’s head was spinning. This whole thing was so weird! Small humans in cages? Big fluffies abusing them? He just sat down on a bench in the entry hall to the human shelter, rubbing his thinky place with his hooves.
“Hewwo! Mistah Dabis? Mistah Dabis!”
“H-huh?! Huuu sowwy jus, su weiwd bein’ hewe!” Biscuit replied, head still in the clouds.
The mare speaking to him checked him in to prove he did his time there for the day.
“Am heaw ‘ou am bigges’ meanie to hoomans. Am hope ‘ou can weawn dat dey nu am aww bad.” She replied, shuffling the paperwork and putting it in a folder. Biscuit wasn’t sure how she could shuffle paper with hooves, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“Aww hoomans du am be meanie to fwuffies an gib huwties! Onwy twy fin’ nummies, and dey get suuuuuuuu maddies!” Biscuit had to vent. “Twy say sowwy fow makin’ messies, nu twy make hoomans maddies, bu’ dey nu cawe!”
The mare scoffed, rolling her see places. “Dat attitude am why ‘ou am hewe.”
She began to walk, and beckoned him to follow. They walked up to a young stallion pouring kibble into trays and putting them on a cart. Biscuit wasn’t sure how he opened a bag of kibble and poured it with his hooves, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“Dis am Danyew. He show ‘ou woun’ da shewtew.” The mare turned and left Buscuit with Daniel.
“Hewwo! Am Danyew. Weady for get stawty?”
“Yus, Biskit nu hab choice…” Biscuit was still having trouble grasping what was happening here and why.
“Nu wowwy! Am easy. Hewe, fowwow Danyew, we gib kibbwe nummies tu hoomans!”
Daniel led Biscuit into a hallway with two doors. The one on the right said “Adoptable Humans” on it. Biscuit wasn’t sure how he knew what the door said, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“Otay, so we jus’ put’ wittwe bowl on tway an’ swide unda da cagey doow!” Daniel spoke as he lifted a flap under the door of the cage and slid a tray in.
The human woke up and yawned, sniffing the air. “Oh! Breakfast! Thank you mister daniel!”
“Ou’ wewcome” Daniel replied with a soft smile.
The smell and noise woke the other humans up from their sleep, and the chattering immediately began. “Yes! Breakfast kibble!”, “hey, new fluffy, please adopt me!”, “look! Look! I’m pooping in the toilet bowl!” We’re coming from every direction.
Daniel crinkled up his smell place. “Fiwfy fings. Why fwuffies wan dese dummehs?”
“Nu kno.” Biscuit replied. “Hoomans am big meanie dummehs!”
Daniel smirked. “Ou fink dey am bad, wai’ tiww ‘ou see dis”
The fluffies left the adoption hallway, food replenished, and entered the main hallway. Across from the door they exited, the door, “Last Chance Humans” awaited them.
They entered with the cart and were immediately greeted by threats and demands. “I don’t want kibble, give me pizza!”, “Fucking fluffies, let me out!”, “I’m the boss, you listen to me!” And similar shouting Came from almost every corner of the hallway-like room.
“Dis am da bes’ pawt wight hewe.” Daniel started sliding bowls in under the doors. “Dese hoomans am da wowst.”
“Hey! You fucking fluffies had better get me a burger and fries! I don’t want your shitty kibble!” A human with puffed up cheeks was shouting up a storm.
“We gu obah dis ebewy bwight time, ‘oh get kibbwe.” Daniel said sternly.
“Fucking fluffies, eat shit!” The human dropped his not fluff down to his feet, and with a grunt, produced a large log of poopies, picked it up, and threw it directly at the duo. Only for it to splat on the bars and fall into his bowl of kibble.
“Weww, hope ‘ou don’ mind numming poopie kibbwe!” Daniel was laughing hard.
“Hey! Hey! Get back here! I want fresh kibble! You can’t leave this shit in here, it stinks so fucking bad! Damnit, I’m the boss! You’ll listen to me!” The rant went on and on.
Biscuit stopped when he noticed one human in particular. It was the human that whipped him.
“YOU” “‘OU” they yelled in unison.
They were speechless as they stared at each other.
“‘Ou knu him?” Daniel asked.
“Yus! He am bigges’ meanie! Gib Biskit huwties!” Biscuit spat angrily. He noticed
“Hoomans am da wowst!” Biscuit huffed.
“Why anyfwuffy wan?”
“Siwwy Biskit, hoomans am smaww a weak, nu man huwt fwuffies!” Daniel said with a chuckle.
The cage door said ‘Kevin’ on it. So that’s his name. Biscuit was filled with anger.
“Dis hooman am da wowst!” Biscuit glared at Kevin’s as he quietly retreated to the back of the cage, not feeling like he had the right to say anything.
“Can Daniew twus’ ‘ou wiff sumfin?”
“Biskit teww nufwuffy”
“Ou soun’ wike ‘ou hate hoomans.” Daniel began to smile. “Wan see wha’ happen tu baddes’ hoomans? Mos’ jus’ ge’ needwe dat gib foweba sweepies wiff nu huwties. Bu sumtiems, we hab fun!”
“Biskit wike funsies! Wan see wan see!”
“Otay, we gon taek a few hoomans to a genewous donah dat hewp keep pwace open. Wets pick twee human stawwions and one mawe. We gon gu tomowwow dawk time.”
Biscuit knew his first pick would be Kevin. The second was a fat, smelly human with greasy hair and ugly red marks on his face. He was tugging on his no-no stick watching a human mare make good peepees in the toilet in the corner of her cage. Disgusting. But that human made had big milky places, and many of the human stallions were infatuated by her, so she was chosen. The third was a human that was on the shorter side, but with thick arms and legs and a barrel chest. He thought he was the toughest human there and always wanted to fight.
The next day, the humans were collected,
“Banessa! Am takin Biskit tu da hooman wehab centew!” Daniel shouted to the mare at the front desk.
“Oooh dat am su nicies! Hopfuwwy mistah Wars can shu Biskit hoomans nu am baddies!” The mare, Vanessa, was beaming.
The car ride to Mr. Lars’s house was pretty boring, but Biscuit couldn’t figure out how Daniel could drive with his hooves, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
“Am hewe! Am time fow fun!” Daniel and Biscuit walked up the a large, 3 story house surrounded by grassy yard surrounded by fence. “Wemembah, be wespectfuw, ‘ou am guest hewe.”
The duo arrived in the house, and were greeted by 2 large earthy fluffies wearing suits and ties, with little devices in their ears. A third fluffy, a Pegasus, wearing gold chain, a purple collared suit, weird shiny things in his teeth, a fuzzy purple hat, and with dark shades over his see places approached them.
“Weww, weww, weww, it am Daniew! How am ‘ou? An’ who dis fwuffy? He am itwestid in ouw gamesies?”
“Yus, dis am Biskit. He nu wike hoomans a wan see wha’ happen tu da wowst ones.” Daniel spoke as he gestured Biscuit to introduce himself.
“Am Biskit…” he said nervously. The large earthies made him a bit nervous.
“Nu nee’ be su newbous, nyu fwen! Jus’ keep wha’ happin hewe between fwens, an we am gud!” Mr Lars had a big smile on his face as he put his leggie around Biscuit’s shoulder. “Wets get wight tu it!”
The group went down a flight of stairs, and immediately the smell of boo boo juice hit Biscuit. In the center of the large basement, there was what looked like a playpen with humans giving each other sorry hoofs-er sorry handsies. They were smacking, punching, kicking and biting, but their hurties didn’t seem to be that bad. Maybe humans were just that weak here? Biscuit wasn’t sure.
Finally, one human, huffing and puffing, stumbled and fell over. The other human got on top of him and continued sorry handsies.
“Take this, you piece of shit! The pretty woman is MINE!” The human said while beating his victim.
“Dat am enuff! We hab winna!” A fluffy in the ring shouted.
“‘Ou see,” Mr Lars spoke up, breaking Biscuit out of his fixation on the fighting, “dese hoomans am neba be adopted. Dey gu foweba sweepies anyway, su why nu make monies? Some git donated tu shewtew, su it am win win!”
Daniel and a few of the toughies came in with the pet carriers. The fat smelly human was practically enfing the human mare with his see places. She sneered in disgust and looked at Kevin.
“You’d better win this! I don’t want to be that losers girlfriend!”
“Cmon, don’t be like that, m’lady! I’ll be a good husbando!”
“I will NEVER be your fucking “waifu” or whatever you smelly shit!”
“Don’t be a tsundere, m’lady!”
“Stop using words I don’t understand, creep!”
Kevin was quiet the whole time. The time in the shelter had changed him. He realized this was how fluffies got treated, and now he was getting it. Maybe this was karma.
“Am time to hab da fight!” Lars said. “Kebin vuwsis Ewic!”
Kevin and the fat human were dropped in the ring. Kevin didn’t want to fight, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. He got attacked by the grease man, and his college boxing skills kicked in, knocking the fatty out pretty quick.
“We hab winna! Nao, Kebin wiww fight’ Chad!”
Lars dropped the broad chested human in the ring, and again, Kevin won, but at least Chad took several hits to go down.
Biscuit was livid. He was hoping that Kevin would get destroyed. He pouted while the losers were abused. They were strung up on dart boards, and had here badly harmed by the darts. Biscuit was mad it wasn’t Kevin.
Conversation was lite on the way home. When Kevin was dropped off, Daniel promised more fun tomorrow. Biscuit wanted to think how he could convince Lars to let him have some time with Kevin.
A crash came from outside Biscuit’s window. He heard some chattering from outside, and went to check. It was 3 humans rummaging through the trash. Whatever. He didn’t really care.
“Escuse me siw.” A mare taking out her trash was trying to get his attention.
“‘Ou nee’ pick up dem twashies.”
“Am hoomans’ mess, nu Biskit’s”
“Bu’ am ‘ou twashy can. Dat mean it am ‘our wesponsibiwity” the mare was quite stern.
Biscuit sighed. He went to get the van picked back up.
“Otay dummeh hoomans, ‘ou nee’ weave nao. Nee’ cweanies fow nu get in twubwe”
“I don’t care, you stupid fluffy. My tribe needs food, and your trash has food in it! We need it, it’s autumn and will be cold soon!”
“Nu cawe. Weave nao ow git sowwy hoofsies!”
“Please, Mr fluffy, I have babies, and I need to eat so I can make milk for them!” A human mare stepped up sheepishly.
Biscuit walked inside, his hooves covered in boo boo juice. He felt…… odd. Like he went too far, but at the same time, he just didn’t want to deal with the humans and their poopies. It wasn’t like he killed them, or even given them BAD owwies. Just enough to make a point. Oh well. At least the trash was picked up.
The next night, Daniel and Biscuit went back to Lars’ place, and Biscuit had a mission.
“Mistah Wars, Biskit knu dat hoomin Kebin. He am bigges’ meanie dummeh. Can Biskit gib him biggest’ huwties?”
“Hmmmm.” Lars thought for a moment. “Weww, ‘ou am in wuck! Da odda fwuffies fink it am bowing tu see a hoomin win fight su easy.”
Biscuit walked up to the row of cages, and grabbed Kevin.
“Look, fluffy, I know I was wrong. I’ve seen what you live like and-“
“Shaddup dummeh!” Biscuit slammed the cage on the ground.
Kevin’s leg was broken. Humans were quite fragile, after all. Biscuit took him into the abuse room, where the losers too hurt to fight were used as the bio-toys they were.
Biscuit reached into the cage and grabbed Kevin. He wasn’t sure how he grabbed the human’s not fluff with his hoof, but he supposed it didn’t matter.
Kevin was strapped to a table. Biscuit smirked. He felt conflicted, but he wasn’t sure he’d get the chance again, and he wanted to fit in with the fluffies in the arena basement of mister Lars. He’d give this human hurties.
Biscuit began to beat Kevin with his hooves, breaking his arm, and probably a few ribs. Kevin was bloody, but alive. Biscuit was satisfied, and wiped his hooves off.
“‘Ou’re nu dun yet, awe ‘ou? Suuuuuuu bowing.” It was Lars. He was frowning. “Hewe! Some toysies!”
Biscuit was handed a box. He opened it up, and inside were scalpels, whips, lighters, and a taser. Kevin grabbed the whip, and began cracking it.
Again. Again, and again.
Kevin was pleading for mercy, saying he’d learned his lesson, and once again, Biscuit was satisfied, but was egged on.
He then grabbed a lighter and heated up the scalpel. He began slicing into Kevin, and the bleeding was slowed considerably by the hot metal, making it more agonizing. He then used his hoof to flatten the skull, and kill Kevin.
Then, in one of the cages, a human with long, black hair, wearing a black, leathery dress, and bronze skin spoke up.
“Time’s up” Bruja’s eyes turned pitch black, and the room began to swirl.
Biscuit woke up strapped to a table in a shed. Had it just been sleepy time pictures? No, no it was too real.
Kevin woke up on the floor and noticed the fluffies.
“Shit, what am I doing.” He quickly took Biscuit out of the straps, and held him down while he cleaned the whip marks.
“Pwease! Nu mowe! It buwns!”
“I know, I know, but it’ll clean your wounds up.” Kevin looked over Biscuit. “ not too bad, couple days, you’ll be all better!”
Kevin walked over to the cage and let Bruja out.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, house arrest had me agitated, but, damn, that’s hardly an excuse. I’ll-ill get you some food”
Kevin came from his house with a can of spaghetti-os for each fluffy. He opened it up and put it in a plastic tub, that he put in a a recyclable fabric grocery bag to help them carry their meal.
“Hands up, nice and easy” a hefty officer came in gun drawn barked. He had 2 younger officers behind him.
“Shit, what are you doing here? What did I do?!” Kevin blurted out.
“Just got a call of noises and some flash of light, caller thought a gun went off.”
“No, it was just my welding torch!” He pointed to the torch on his work bench’. “I made a homemade trap with it and bought these fluffies”
“Ah, ok, that makes sense.” The cops eased up. Kid called, must not have known what he was seeing” the cops chuckled. “Still, can’t be too careful.”
“You scared the shit out of me! I was just gonna let these fluffies go, I got mad and whipped one, but I know I overreacted and wanted to make it up to them.” Kevin sighed.
“Ah, well, we better take them to a shelter. Can’t just let ferals running about.” The husky police veteran said with a bit of annoyance. More paperwork.
“Nu! Nu shewtew! Wun way!” Biscuit ran out with his bag, followed by Bruja.
“Chief, should we chase after them?” One of the younger cops asked.
“Nah.” The old officer replied. “Chasing some fluffies around is too much trouble for me at this age.”
“And weight” the other young officer quipped.
“Watch it!”
All four men shared a laugh.
“Nu fink dey fowwow Biskit” Biscuit was panting.
He looked over at Bruja. “Nee’ ‘ou sketties, Bwuja. Hab whowe hewd dat nee’ nummies”
Biscuit puffed up his cheeks and tried his hardest to look intimidating. Bruja wasn’t intimidated.
“‘Ou can hab dem. ‘Ou gon be foweba sweepies in a wittwe bit anyway” Bruja was tugging her mane with her hoof as she spoke.
Somehow, Bruja was able to grab her mane with her good and tugged. As her fluff came off, a human part appeared under it. Biscuit was confused. He couldn’t understand how it happened. It wasn’t a transformation, but the human was so much bigger, it just……. Appeared? She tucked the fluffy pelt in a satchel at her side.
“Wha-OWEIEES WOWSTES HUWTIES!” Biscuit could only cry.
Hoof marks appeared on Biscuit, leaving bruises and gashes. Whip marks tore his fluff away. He bit and swung his hoof in every direction, but his assailant was intangible as well as invisible. Burning cuts appeared on his body. He desperately looked up to the now human Bruja for help.
“I told you” she said softly. “You’d feel the pain you inflicted on others. Fluffies ARE just like humans. Hubris, man thinking being like them is being good”
The woman pulled a jacket out of the satchel and put it on, walking away as Biscuit’s head was stomped by an invisible boot.
Kevin had heard the commotion and came running out, finding the fluffy beaten and bloody.
“Fuck, who did this” Kevin muttered to himself as he looked around. “ I ain’t taking the fall for this. Sorry little dude, I really am.”
He genuinely teared up, feeling like he owed the fluffy help. But none could be given now.
“Den, he take Biskit and twow him behind neighbah’s twashy can!” Bubby finished his tale. “If he been gud fwuffy, mebeh tings would be diffwent”
“Nu can hab huwties ‘ou gib anodda fwuffy huwt ‘ou, dat siwwy!” Shadow huffed.
“Nu fink dat we aww answa fow wha’ we do?” Bubby asked.
“Watch smawty gib mumma, bwuddas, and sissies foweba sweepies.” Shadow said with distain. “Nuffin happin. Shadow gu foweba sweepies tu if nu hab dawk fwuff and gud hidey pwace!”
“Hmmm. Hopefuwwy he pay fow dat.” Bubby said flatly.
“Huuuuuuuu” it was Pumpkin. He’d been pretty quiet during all the stories. “Nu wike scawy stowy, nu wan munstuh git Pumkin!”
“Nu cwy, dummeh, am jus’ stowy fow howwoween. Nu am weaw!” Shadow said with confidence.
Pumpkin sniffed the air and shuddered. “Smeww wike…. Wots ob foweba sweepie fwuffies. “
The trash heap the duo called home was just across a road, and behind a fence. They’d never been to this part of the dump before, since there was no way I’m from this side, and the highway had too many vroom vroom monsters. It was safer to go over it on an overpass. They’d really gone out of their way for finding nummies.
“Oooh dis am bio waste dispowswe!” Bubby said enthusiastically.
There were two bins, one red, the other orange. Bubby began arranging crates and boxes to get to the top of the orange bin, tossed some extra boxes into the bin, hopped in, grabbing a bag and throwing the onto the ground.
A heavy fog had set in, and it was making the trashy pile hard to see.
“Nu wan odda stowy, nee’ get back to twashy piwe!” Shadow was getting impatient.
Bubby pointed a hoof to the highway. There were many lights moving about, barely clearing the fog to reach their see places.
“Too many vwoom vwoom munstahs.” He said with a shrug. “Twaffic wiww swow down soon. Hab time fow stowy.”
“Pwease nu be too scawy……” Pumpkin mumbled.
“Hmph. Am just stowy, dummeh.” Shadow snorted. “Fine, Shadow wisten.
Bubby smiled his wide smile. “Mitsuwi was buwwy at fwuffy daycawe. Was bigges’ meany.”
Misturi was a wingy pointy fluffy. Humans called her an alicorn, but the fluffies at daycare called her ‘munstuh’. But she wasn’t a monster! She was a fluffy! A cream colored fluffy with a bright pink mane and wings, but turning to a lime green near the end of hair. Her daddy told her she was a “designer fluff” specially made to have the colors of a character from some tv show he watched. But other fluffiest were usually nervous around her at best, outright hostile at worst.
If they were gonna treat her like a monster, she’d act like one! Giving sorry hoofsies if fluffies didn’t give her the toy she wanted, were snoring during nap time, or called her a meany name.
Being an alicorn, Mitsuri was smarter than the average fluffy, and she was very careful to not leave too bad of a mark on her victims, always doing it when the daycare lady wasn’t around, or better yet, making it seem like the fluffy was hurt by accident.
Bruno had lost a see place when Mitsuri poked him with her head pointy, then toppled his block castle on him threatening she’d take the other one if he didn’t say the bock hit his eye. She’d tripped a soon mummuh playing huggy tag with some colts and fillies just big enough for the big fluffy room, that then preceded to accidentally trample her. To name a few. The accident cause the soon mummuh to miscarry, emotionally devastating her. Mitsuri didn’t care. Babies were the only thing her daddy ever told her no when she asked for them. If SHE couldn’t have foals, why should another dummy mare?
Today, another instance would occur. Spaghetti day was today. It was good spaghetti too. It didn’t come out of a can, this daycare was high class. The daycare worker went to the kitchen to prepare the spaghetti, while Mitsuri looked for something to do. She spotted a green filly with a black mane playing with a ball. That looked fun.
“Dummeh gib Mitsuwi baww nao!” Mitsuri ordered.
“Buh-buh, Esmawewda am pwayin’ wiff baww. Munstuh Mitsuwi nee’ wait tuwn! The filly declared, trying to sound like she wasn’t scared of a fluffy who’s head pointy and wingies she couldn’t comprehend being on the same mare.
Mitsuri was angered by this. She wasn’t a monster. “‘Ou fink Mitsuwi am munstuh? Weww, monstuhs num fwuffies!”
Mitsuri growled the scariest growl a fluffy could muster, and the filly ran away, scared. Mitsuri had the biggest angeries at being called a monster, so she wasn’t satisfied.
“Pwease, Esmawewda nu am nummies!” Esmerelda cried, running up a slide to try and hide.
“Mitsuwi see ‘ou up dewe, dummeh!” Mitsuri began tormenting the filly. When she’d try and go down the slide, Mitsuri would be at the bottom. If she tried to run down the stairs, Mitsuri would be there, too.
But Esmeralda had an idea. The gap on the side of the landing of the play slide was too small for a fully grown fluffy to fit though, but a filly, not yet fully an adult? She could make it!
Esmerelda pretended to dash for the slide end, causing Mitsuri to run to that side to block her, only for Esmeralda to force her head through the side of the landing, and brute force her way through. She tumbled down, and put her front leggies out to break her fall, only for them to both break with a horrible crack.
“SKCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ESMEWEWDA HAB WOWSTES’ WEGGIE HUWTIES! HEWP!HEEEEEEEESEEWWWPHUUUHUUHUUUU!” Esmerelda screamed as she rolled around on the floor.
“What in the world is going on- oh god, Esmerelda, sweetie, what happened!” The daycare lady rushed and scooped up the wailing fluffy.
“Mitsuwi chasey Esmewewda! Twy get way twu howe in swidey! And faww!”
“Miss Nowis, Mitsuwi jus’ pwayin” Mitsuri put on the sweetest face she could muster. “Didn fink Esmewewda wouwd nu use swide wight! Was onwy pwayin taggies!”
Mrs. Norris had a nagging feeling, deep, deeeeeeep in the back of her mind that Mitsur had been faking and playing sweet, but it barely registered to her consciousness, lost in the background. Blocked by her personal affection for Mitsuri.
When she had started coming here, she was only about 6 months old. The other foals in the foal area were so mean to her when she first came here. She was spoiled at home, yes, but they had worked on that together, and her behavior improved. Mrs Norris felt an attachment because of the way alicorns were treated.
“Oh, poor thing, I’ll call your momma. Mitsuri, follow me. We can talk once Esmerelda’s momma gets here.” Mrs Norris hurried to her office to get the emergency contact info.
“Hello, may I speak to Ms. Brunhilda? Yes, this is Bonnie Norris from Happy Stables Fluffy Daycare. I’m afraid there’s been an accident.-“
Mitsuri tuned out the part where Mrs Norris went over the story with the lady on the phone while reviewing the footage on the CCTV and tried her best to look concerned when Mrs Norris looked in her direction, then stared daggers and the poor fluffy. Esmerelda had been pushed around and bullied, but had never been hurt before. She was scared of Mitsuri for real now.
“Esmerelda dear, your momma’s on her way” Mrs Norris stroked Esmerelda’s fluff as she huuhuuhuued and cried, trying her best to comfort the injured fluffy.
Ms. Brunhilda arrived in a matter of minutes.
“Esmerelda, dear, mommy’s here!” She moved with urgency, scooping up her fluffy. “You poor thing, you’ll be ok, we’ll get you fixed right up.”
Brunhilda hurriedly made her way to the door, but slowed down as she locked eyes with Mitsuri. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. A fluffy’s perception of time is loose as it is, but still.
Mitsuri felt a bit uneasy. Something nagged at her for the rest of the bright time. She brushed it off as best as she could, and being a fluffy pony, she forgot about it after falling asleep.
The next day, Mitsuri was dropped off at daycare. She was playing by herself, as usual, with a set of blocks taken from another fluffy.
The door to the safe room opened, and Esmerelda was brought in with a set of wheels on, to allow her to walk without the use of her front legs, which were both in casts.
Brunhilda walked in, and locked eyes on Mitsuri. She approached the fluffy calmly.
“Hello, Mitsuri dear, enjoying your blocks?” Brunhilda asked with a fake sweetness.
“Y-yus……” Mitsuri couldn’t make eye contact. She was nervous.
“I’ll cut right to the chase. I’ve heard you’re quite mean to fluffies here.” Brunhilda stated coldly
Mitsuri was bout to speak, but was cut off.
“No need to deny it, I know.” The woman reached into her purse and retrieved an item from it. “Take this as a gift, in exchange for not bullying my dear Esmerelda.”
Mitsuri curled her lip in disgust. It was a not hoof like a human has, but the palm was longer, had more fluff, and shaped a bit different. On top of that, it was old and shriveled, as if dried to be preserved. The fingers were curled inward towards the palm.
Noticing the look of disgust on Mitsuri’s face, Brunhilda spoke up. “This is the Monkey’s Paw. It will grant you a wish for every finger. Five.”
“Yeah wite.” Mitsuri rolled her see places. “Am jus’ dummeh not hoofsie. Diwty an’ owd.’
“I assure you, it’s real.” Brunhilda handed the paw to Mitsuri. “ take it and see for yourself.
Mitsuri eyes the paw suspiciously, still doubtful it was anything but a prank. That being said, something compelled Mitsuri to take it. As soon as she did, the sound of old, creaking joints could be heard, and the fingers all opened up. Mitsuri let out a small “eep” and dropped it.
Mitsuri had heard similar noises from wrinkly humans. Her daddy told her it was “art wite us”. She didn’t know what that meant, and she didn’t care. The thing moved. That’s what concerned her.
Brunhilda chuckled. “Go on, it won’t bite. A wish alone is an opportunity few get, and you’ve got 5”
Mitsuri poked it and tapped it a bit, but it was still. However, something inside her compelled her to take it. She figured it was a joke, but what if it was real? She figured if it didn’t work, she could just throw it in the burny place in daddy’s back yard.
“Oh, and be warned.” Mitsuri was snapped out of her trance, and looked up at Brunhilda and she prepared to walk away. “Power like this is not to be taken lightly. Think through your wish. That is all. Now, do be nice to my darling Esmerelda.”
Mitsuri just nodded. She didn’t care about dummy Esmerelda anyway. Her human momma had learned that she was mean, and if it kept her in Mrs. Norris’s favor, it was a small price to pay.
When Mitsuri got home, she stared at the paw for a while, and thought. Daddy had wanted to throw it away, but Mitsuri wouldn’t allow it. Daddy didn’t argue much.
Feeling bored, Mitsuri got out her stuffy special friend, and 3 stuffy foals and set them at a small, fluffy sized table for a tea party. She wanted babies so bad, but dummy daddy said you were too young. Daddy was such a dummy. Mitsuri was 3 years old, And not getting any younger!
Mitsuri put that thought in the back of her head as she set each stuffy foal in a seat and handed them a little cup. The Monkey’s Paw sat on the table in front of her spot.
“Otay, babbehs, time fow miwkies!” Mitsuri pretended to poor a toy sized milk bottle into the cups. “Dwink up tu gwow big an’ stwong!”
Mitsuri looked up at the TV in her safe room. It was on fluff tv, airing a sitcom of sorts just a family of fluffies doing silly thinks living in a fluffy nesty that looked like a human housie.
“Hmph” Mitsuri began to pout. “Nu faiw. Odda fwuffies ge’ special fwend an babbehs, bu’ nu Mitsuwi?!”
Mitsuri looked away from the tv, and to the monkey’s paw. Daddy was busy in the yard, so she was alone. She was sure the Paw was just a joke, but with no one around to laugh at her, she thought about a wish.
“Hmmmm, couwd wish fow babbehs” Mitsuri looked at her darling stuffy foals “bu’ den nu wouwd ge’ speciew huggies.”
She debated it, and decided she’d want goals the traditional way. She felt like a big dummy for even thinking about it, but it couldn’t hurt, right?
“Mitsuwi wish daddeh wouwd wet Mitsuwi had speciaw fwen” Mitsuri pouted, not expecting it to work.
The crack and pop of old joints made Mitsuri flinch, and the littlest finger on the Paw curled closed.
Mitsuri could only let out a startled ‘eep!’ and stare at the Paw. After what felt like a forever and a half, but was likely half an hour, daddy knocked on the safe room door.
“Mitsuri, sweetie, I have a surprise for you!” Daddy practically sang at her.
“Nu enfing wai….” She mumbled under her breath.
Mitsuri was exited. Her body wanted special Huggies and babies, and she was gonna get em’
“Look, you’re right. You’re at an age now where it’s normal to have a special friend and foals.” Daddy opened an old looking box as Mitsuri hopped around ecstatically, “so, I met Rusty here, and thought he’d be perfect!”
Mitsuri had never been more disappointed in her life. Rusty was a dark red earthy stallion with a brown mane. He was quite unkempt, and had a face Mitsuri thought was stupid.
“Woooooow nyu safe woom am suuuuuuu pwetty, nyu daddeh!” Rusty looked around the room in awe. All the toys, all the kibble, the tv, and-his eyes turned to Mitsuri and went wide-the prettiest special friend in the whole world! “An’ nyu speciew fwen am suuu pwetty, tu!”
Rusty’s no no stick immediately got hard and unsheathed itself. Mitsuri could feel the ugly stallion enfing her with his eyes.
“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Daddy said with a wink. “Play nice you two!”
“Yus daddeh, Wusty be gud fwuffy fow nyu daddeh!” Rusty turned his face and said without taking his eyes off Mitsuri. We actually began licking his lips! Ick!
“Nyu speciew fwen am Mitsuwi, wite?” Rusty asked? “Am Wusty! Weady how speciew huggies?”
Mitsuri puffed up her cheeks and glared daggers at him. “If ‘ou twy hab speciew huggies wiff Mitsuwi, Mitsuwi wip wumps and nu-nus off!”
“B-buh am Wusty speciew fwen! Daddeh say Mitsuwi was babbehs!” Rusty protested.
Mitsuri stood her ground. “Not wiff dummeh ugwy Wusty!” She huffed and stomped off.
Seriously, did daddy just grab the first stallion he saw and call it a bright time? Daddy was such a dummy. Mitsuri might give his shoes sorry poopies later to express her disapproval.
Rusty was soooooooo annoying. Always wanting special Huggies, always telling the fluffies at day care that she was his special friend, and talking about the pretty babies they would have.
Mitsuri hated it. She hated him. The one thing that kept him literally off of her back was the Monkey’s Paw. It creeped him the fluff out. So Mitsuri hear it on her back.
“It been su many bwite times, and stiww nu speciew huggies! Wusty hab waited wong enough!” Rusty took an aggressive stance and puffed his cheeks. “GIB SPECIEW HUGGIES NAO!”
Daddy walked in, wondering what the racket was about.
“What is going on in here?” Daddy looked annoyed.
“Hab waited su, su, Wong fow speciew huggies, buh meanie Mitsuwi nu wan!” Rusty whined
“Well Rusty, I’m not going to force her if she doesn’t want to. But Mitsuri, why won’t you have special huggies with Rusty?”
Mitsuri huffed. “Am ugwy dummeh, Mitsuwi nu wan!”
Rusty let out a growl. “Wusty nu askin’! Wiww hab speciew huggies wight Nao!”
“Hatechu!” Mitsuri yelled. “Mitsuwi wish ‘ou gu foweba sweepies!”
The sound of cracking and popping joints could be heard as Mitsuri swatted Rusty across the face as hard as she could.
Rusty couldn’t so much as protest in time. His head was turned my the smack and before he would finish asking “why huwt Wusty” and turn his head back, there was a terrible jerk and a snap.
Rusty’s neck was broken by invisible not hooves, and he could only skreee in pain and let out his entire bowels out on the floor and she gobbled over, twitched a bit, then went still.
“Oh my god, Rusty! Mitsuri, what the hell have you done?!” Daddy yelled at her for the a first time in her life.
“N-nu mean tu! Nu fink hit dat hawd!” Mitsuri told the truth.
She had wanted it, but didn’t try for it. Then she remembered the Monkey’s Paw. Did it seriously kill Rusty? No, it couldn’t have. It was just a dummy toy a human gave her as a joke. Right?
Daddy scooped up Rusty and ran to the living room to try and check on Rusty. Mitsuri could only toss the Paw off her back, and stare. Two fingers were now closed.
A moment later, daddy came back into the safe room with a box. Her programming knew it was a sorry box. Daddy had never hit her OR used the box before, but every fluffy knows of the sorry toys humans discipline fluffies with.
Mitsuri grabbed the Paw in her mouth as daddy grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and put her in the sorry box. All Mitsuri could do was cry.
“You killed Rusty! How could you?” Daddy sighed. “This is partly my fault. I’ve spoiled you. Given you everything you wanted your entire life. Well, things are going to change. There’s going to start being consequences around here. So you can just sit in the sorry box and think about what you’ve done!”
“Huuhuuhuuuuuu daddeh, pwease, Mitsuwi sowwy l!” But daddy ignored her pleas.
Mitsuri was thinking like she’d never thought before. There had to be a way out of this. There just HAD to! Then it came to her.
“Mitsuwi wish-“ she paused, looking at the Paw. “Wish dat Wusty was awive and nu hab foweba sweepies!”
Another series of cracks and moans from old joints, and the third finger curled towards the palm.
“SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DADDEH, HEWP WUSTY! NU CAN MOVE WEGGIES! NU CAN FEEW WEGGIES! HUUUU WHY WEGGIES NU WISTEN TO WUSTY!” Rusty screaming devolved into just wheezing and huffing.
Mitsuri could hear daddy running around and cursing under his breath. She heard the door slam, and was left alone for, like, 7 forevers, at least.
Mitsuri was laying down in the sorry box, just rolling around the Monkey’s Paw as best as she could, wracking her brain on what to do with it, when daddy came in.
“Huuhuuuhuuuuuu daddeh, how time tiw weggies wowk ‘gain?” Rusty sobbed.
“Sorry buddy.” Daddy said softly. “Medicine just isn’t to a point where spine damage like this can be repaired.”
Daddy let Mitsuri out of the sorry box, but only to keep Rusty company. She hated it. All he did was cry and ask “how time tiw weggies wowk?” And “huuhuuhuu”, and on top of that, he had this annoying toy on his neck to help him breathe. Rusty was such a dummy he couldn’t even breathe without help.
The next day, daddy came into the safe room. As an alicorn, Mitsuri was smart enough to keep track of days and knew it was Monday. It was time to go to daycare.
“I’ve got bad news, you two.” Daddy said, rubbing his thinky place. “Last night I called the daycare and asked if they could accommodate Rusty with his disability, and when they asked what happened, I told Mrs. Norris. She reviewed old footage from the security cameras, and confirmed that Mitsuri has been a bully and hurt other fluffies in her care. Rusty can go, but Mitsuri, they said you’re not welcome there anymore.”
Mitsuri didn’t care. All the fluffies at daycare were meanie dummies anyway.
“Su, Mitsuwi gon stay homesies?” Mitsuri was a bit exited, although worried she’d feel bored and alone. “Mitsuwi gon be suuu bowed, but am otay wif stay homesies.”
“Oh, you’ll be bored alright.” Daddy had a scary look on his face. “You’ve been a brat and a bully, and things are going to change. You can spend the time I’m at work in the sorry box!”
“NUUUUUU nu wan sowwy boxie, daddeh gone fo su wong, wut Mitsuwi gon du?” Mitsuri was breathing heavily at this point.
“Well, because of you, Rusty can’t run or play anymore” Rusty ‘huuhuuhuued’ as daddy said that, “so you shouldn’t complain about 9 hours of sorry box time.”
Mitsuri stewed in her own anger all day. She said she was sorry! She didn’t mean it! So why was daddy being a meanie? The only good thing was that she could think about her last 2 wishes.
She considered another special friend, but that didn’t seem like a good idea based on last time. She thought about giving Rusty forever sleepies, but she didn’t want to get in trouble again. She still wanted babies, but without a special friend, how?
After what felt like forever, daddy was back from work and had Rusty with him. Mitsuri was let out and told to play with Rusty, so she did. She wanted to play tea party with her special stuffy friend, and stuffy foals, but daddy took the special stuffy friend away because it upset Rusty. Stupid Rusty.
“Babbehs wan mowe miwkies?” Mitsuri smiled as she held the teapot and poured it into their cups.
“Wusty wan tea!” Rusty almost seamed happy.
“Shaddup dummeh, am ‘ou fauwt wose speciaw stuffy fwen! Nu eben wan ‘ou hewe!” Mitsuri snarled.
Rusty just sulked and cried as Mitsuri started singing her mummuh song to her stuffy foals.
“Mummuh wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummuh, dwink wots ob miwkies, gwow up big an stwong” Mitsuri cooed to the foals.
Mitsuri held her foals and wished they were real. She thought about it, and decided to chance it. She looked at the Monkey’s Paw, picked it up, and with a gulp, made a wish.
“Mitsuwi wish stuffy babbehs wewe weaw babbehs” Mitsuri’s voice had a rattle. She was scared.
The fourth finger on the paw curled in and groaned as the joints were forced to obey.
“Peep. Mummuh. Wub”
“B-babbehs?!” Mitsuri looked down at the 3 stuffy foals in her arms and screamed.
The foals were all moving and peeping, even talking, and looking up at her with plastic, unblinking eyes. They were still stuffy friends, but somehow moving. Mitsuri threw them away from her and ran screaming to the corner of her safe room.
“Nu huwt babbehs! Bad speciaw fwen! Babbehs am fow huggies an wub!” Rusty yelled at Mitsuri from the table. “Come hewe babbehs, daddeh gib huggies- huuhuuhuuuuu sowwy babbehs, daddeh by can mobe ow gib huggies huuhuuhuuuuuuuuu”
Great, Rusty was crying again.
Daddy came into the room annoyed.
“Mitsuri, why are you hurting your foals?!” Daddy yelled at her, scooping up the seemingly possessed stuffy foals.
“D-d-daddeh! Am munstuh babbehs! Stuffy babbehs nu weaw!” Mitsuri looked in horror as daddy held a bottle up to one of them to feed.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Daddy yelled. “They’re just foals, not stuffed toys!”
“Peep! Daddy! Wub” the foals chirped as they were fed one by one.
“Now, you need to love and care for these foals, and I don’t want to hear anything about monster babies, or I’ll get a sorry stick and we can try that!”
Mitsuri was horrified. The foals squirmed and moved around, but the stuffing inside had become soaked with foal formula, so there was squelching as they moved about.
This was all wrong! Babies shouldn’t be made of stuffy fluff! Why was this happening?!
“Gu wai, munstuhs! Say wai!” Mitsuri was backed up as far to the back of the safe room as she could, but the foals finally caught up to her.
“Mummuh! Huggies! Wub!” The foals squeaked.
Daddy came back in and glared at Mitsuri, so she forced herself to hug them. It was disgusting. They were soaked and soggy from the formula, and as the day went on, they began to stink VERY badly.
What could Mitsuri do? Every wish she made bit her in the poopie place, and each one was worse than the one before! If only daddy would listen to her, HE could get rid of these monster stuffy foals and dummy Rusty!
That gave her an idea.
Mitsuri ran over to the Monkey’s Paw and made her final wish.
“Mitsuwi wish daddeh du watebah Mitsuwi say!” She practically pleaded with the paw.
The final finger popped and moaned as it closed, and went still.
Mitsuri was shivering. She called out to daddy.
“Daddeh! Come to Mitsuwi NAO!”
“Yes, sweetie, what is it?”
“Wan sketties. Make NAO”
“Yes, sweetie!”
This might work! Why wish for something when daddy could do it without bad things happening?
An hour passed, and still no spaghetti.
“Daddeh! Whewe sketties?” Mitsuri yelled, annoyed.
“In the kitchen, I made it just like you asked!” Daddy replied.
“Why nu bwing tu Mitsuwi!” Mitsuri growled
“You didn’t ask me to.” Daddy replied bluntly.
So this was the backfire. Whatever. Minor inconvenience. But the spaghetti was cold, so of course Mitsuri had daddy make a bunch more.
After stuffing herself, she remembered her monster foals.
“Daddeh. Start fiwe in buwny pit and twow babbehs in!” Mitsuri demanded.
Daddy left, got the fire going, and went outside, Mitsuri following close. The foals skreeeed a bit, but after the sogginess was boiled out, they quickly turned to ash.
“Gu gwab Wusty and bwing him hewe! Twow him in!” Mitsuri demanded.
Rusty didn’t even protest. He welcomed forever sleepies, his “foals” gone, and body broken.
Mitsuri felt like she won. But one more thing remained.
The Monkey’s Paw was tossed in, and after some sorry poopies, Mitsuri and daddy went inside.
It was time for a new special friend. She would have daddy go out and find stallions, bring them in, only to get rejected.
“Nu, dat stawion hab ugwy fwuff, Mitsuwi nu wan! Get nodda fwuffy!” Mitsuri demanded.
Daddy left, and Mitsuri went to play, but it quickly got cold.
Daddy had left the door open. She didn’t tell him to. Maybe this wasn’t such a perfect win after all.
After a few meals of spaghetti(Mitsuri regularly forgetting to tell her to bring it to her), she was ready for more stallions to come by.
“Mitsuwi hab daddeh bwing many stawions, but Mitsuwi hab to keep wookin!” Bubby stated dramatically.
“Wai’, dat it?” Pumpkin interjected “wha happin wiff monky paw? Wiff wishy?”
“Yeah!” Shadow added, a quiver in his voice, eyes narrowed. “ how she gu foweba sweepies?”
“I see ‘ou am cwose to figuwing ou’, Shadow!” Bubby said, with a wide, creepy grin. “Whiwe Mitsuwi daddeh bwing in stawions, doow nu cwosed wite.”
Mitsuri was eating her spaghetti when an orange stallion with a green mane and a black stallion with silver mane came in. She thought the black stallion was handsome, and went to talk to him.
“H-hewwo! Am Mitsuwi! Wut fwuffy namsies?” Mitsuri said, batting her eyelashes.
“Dewe su many sketties hewe!” Shadow was in awe, and ran to a plate and began to eat.
“Nu ignowe Mitsuwi!” Mitsuri pouted.
“Mawe am pwetty! Wan hab speciaw huggies?” Pumpkin asked.
“Nu wif, ou!” Mitsuri replied. “Wife him!” She pointed at Shadow.
“Why wan enfies wif Shadow and nu Pumkin?” Pumpkin pouted.
“Stawwion namesie am Shadow? Am nice namesie!” Mitsuri batted her eyelashes.
“Pwetty mawe wa-MUNSTUH! HAB WINGY AND POINTY!” Shadow shouted.
“Munstuh twick Shadow an Pumkin!” Pumpkin shouted. “Wan gib huwties to fwuffies!”
“Wets gib HEW wowstes’ huwties and take sketties!” Shadow yelled.
The duo began to viciously assault Mitsuri, giving her bad special huggies and beating her. They kept going even after she’d gone still.
They were tired from the assault and began to eat some of the spaghetti when a human walked in.
“You fucking shitrats! What did you do to my fluffy?!” The human yelled.
“Wun way!” The duo tried to escape, and made it to the yard, but were caught.
“I’m going to fucking KILL YOU!” The angry human spat at them.
The fluffiest were savagely beaten, battered, abused, and were hardly recognizable when the human was done.
The human put Mitsuri in a bag, and put the two stallions in another.
“I’m so sorry, Mitsuri. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I NEVER forget to lock the door.” The man was crying over his beloved fluffy.
He drove over to a building near the dump, the biohazard disposal building, and put a tag on Mitsuri’s bad, requesting a cremation. The stallions, to the incinerator. It was a good way for the city to dispose of fluffy corpses, while offering cremation services to fluffy owners.
The man, in tears went home.
Shadow and Pumpkin looked at each other in horror, and ran up to the bag Bubby had dropped and ripped it open, revealing an alicorn with cream colored fluff, a bright pink man and tail, with them ending in green tips.
They then looked to Bubby, who’s see places had turned dark amber, and had slit like pupils like a kitty monster. His hooves had also become cloven.
“‘Ou nu make it.” Bubby stated calmly, tossing another bag at their feet. “Wook. Hooman catch ‘ou wight aftew you awmost make it ou’ ob hooman’s wawn”
The pair of stallions opens up the bag, and found the corpses of fluffies that looked exactly like them.
“Wha-wha-“ was all the pair could say, as they looked to Bubby for explanation. He had risen to walking on his back legs, and his wild mane began to twist into horns on the side of his head, curling like a goat, wings on his back began to sprout, but unlike a normal fluffy, they were a leathery, veiny membrane with bones fanning them out.
The duo backed away, but felt the ground crumble behind them.
Pumpkin and Shadow looked behind them, but instead of the road and trashy pile, it was a mountain of brimstone, with rivers of orange and black wawa glowing red with heat.
“Who-who am Bubby? Wha-wha am Bubby?! Shadow dared to speak.
“Am cawwed many tings. Gu by many namesies. Jus hab fwuffies caww me Bubby. Am too hawd fow dem to say ‘Bee-zu-bub’” Beelzebub replied with an emotionless frown on his face.
Bubby tapped his hoof on the ground, and it split open, belching out smoke, ash, and sparks. A sorry stick with three points came rising out of the crack, and Bubby grasped it with his trodder.
“P-pwease……” Shadow squeaked.
“Am tu wait fow ‘sowwy’. Aawon, Biskit, an Mitsuwi came fwew hewe, am ‘ou tuwn nao”
Bubby replied coldly.
He swiped his pitchfork and tossed Pumpkin and Shadow in the burning abyss, their pleas and cries for mercy quickly drowned out by the skreees of the damned.
“Ge’ comftwobew. Am gon be hewe a whiwe”