you can’t remember exactly when was the first time you killed a fluffy
but you remember how it happened
you were a little boy once, in an alleyway, and you saw a feral walking by
There was a plank nearby. And with a little push, the plank fell
SPLAT!
your first dead fluffy
as you got older, you were able to catch feral fluffs
they don’t run fast, only managing a waddle
and so you’re able to catch the shitrats
and that’s when you did your experiments
“Please let Fluffy go…”
you ignore the cries of the shitrat as you stuffed it in the coca-cola bottle
you turn the tap on
“Nuu like bad wawa! Huu huu……”
as the water level rises, you can see the fluffy desperately trying to reach the top
“Nuu kind mistah! Fwuffy nu wan forevera sleepie!!”
its body submerged in water and its nostrils grasping for the opening, you placed the cap in the bottle
and tighten it
“Blub! BLUB!”
the water starts to get dirty as it shits itself
it moves about hurriedly as it tries to live
after a while, it grows weak
and lets out one last bubble of air
the deed is done
And just for good measure, you leave the bottle in the freezer. You remember that one Superman cartoon where a T-Rex was found in the ice
torturing unsuspecting fluffies and killing them has become your secret pastime
your parents do not approve
your father was caught you trying to cut open a fluffy
he hammered you, and continuously slapped you
you hate him. But there’s nothing you can do about it
so you keep torturing fluffies
there’s something so enjoyable in seeing something that only wants your love and attention suffer complete and utter abuse
~
you’re at a party for a relative’s birthday
there’s a girl. A friend of your cousins
its cream coloured. A beautiful showfoal.
she’s been talking about the many tricks she has taught her wonderful pet, and how obedient it is
the fluffy keeps smiling and licking her hand
the girl keeps showing her affection
you feel disgusted by the girl
but you’re even more disgusted with the expensive pet the girl’s family wasted money on
you want to west your hands on the showfoal, and choke the life out of it
then stamp on it
you usually get your fluffies from an unlicensed dealer
he sells them for cheap. About a dollar per foal.
they won’t shut up, the little fuckers
“Be nyu daddeh?”
“Wan huggies… wan love…”
“No smeww pretty….”
the dealer never suspects you. He does wonder why you buy so many foals from him
but you give him business, and that’s all that matters to him
that cream coloured showfoal has been pissing you off
you’ve been hurting a green colored runt you bought yesterday
you slowly pull away one of the legs of the fluffy
“SCREEEEEE!!!”
the pain has no effect on you
“Why take weggies away? Huu huu…”
pathetic little shits only wanting love from you
fuckers who only beg for love don’t deserve it
and yet, the memory of that cream-coloured showfoal keeps bothering you
as much as you torture the fluffy in your hand, its cries does not soothe your hatred
“Wan die… wan die.”
fuck, its starting the loop
fucking biotoys are so hard to keep alive in their torture
you try to keep it alive with your needles, poke it in places like an acupuncturist, based on what you read from a site on the dark web
you keep trying but eventually, it dies
fucking shits don’t last long enough
That felt good.
Buts its not satisfying.
You really want to hurt that cream colored showfoal
It’s the weekend
you’re at the dealer again
this time, however, the young homeless man who sells you the runts its not there
instead, you see a much older man at the same stall
he’s a hobo. Wearing a beanie. He’s got a full beard and long grey hair
he smiles at you
“Where Jake?”
“Jake’s sick today, and he asked me to sell these lovely little ponies today.”
he’s friendly. But he doesn’t know
you take a good look at the prospective victims
“Be nyu daddeh…”
“Wan huggies…”
‘Where mummah?”
the bags of fat, the same shit colours and ugly colours that no breeder wants….
“Hewwo mistah!”
you dart your eyes
a cream colored foal! It looks exactly like the one that girl owns
“Be nyu daddeh?”
excellent
you may not be able to harm that little shit’s expensive showfoal, but this fucker would do the job nicely
“How much is this one?”
“Same price as all the others – one dollar.”
you quickly pay the hobo
he keeps smiling at you
“Take good care of the fluffy! All fluffies need warmth and love.”
oh you’ll take care of this fluffy alright
~
“SCREEEEEEEEEE!”
this feels so satisfying
you’ve been slowy dragging the knife along the fluffy’s belly
you also slowly removed the hoof from one of its legs
on its exposed tissue you keep pressing it
“AAAAAAAAH!”
so satisfying
you raise a knife
the fluffy looks at left leg whose hoof you removed it
you lay the knife on the right front leg
it screes
“Hah, didn’t expect that, you little shit?”
you’re gonna spend an hour with this
it just feels so gratifying
“Please mista…. Nu more. Onwy wan huggies.”
“Go fuck yourself, ya lil’ shitrat. Daddeh gonna pway some more.”
as you’re about to reach the knife, it slowly whispers
“Stahp, please… huu… huu…”
why stop? We’re just getting started.
“I said, stop.”
you look at the fluffy again
its not crying anymore
the tears have disappeared
its looking at you. Dead serious
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
the thing repeats itself
“I said. Stop.”
it unnerves you
you’ve never seen a Fluffy speak in such clear English. Let alone in such a tone like that
“What will your father think of you? Your mother think of you? STOP IT.”
S-Shut the fuck up, shitrat.”
“Alright then.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
the fuck, this thing is making a scene
its too loud. Someone’s going to hear
you raise your hand, and cut off its head
it falls silent. That should do it
“I told you to stop it.”
the disembodied head stares at you
“The fuck, man?!”
the head fucking flies at you!
and you feel its teeth sinking into your neck. Its biting you!
“AAAAH GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF”
you trying to pull the demon fluffs head away from your neck but its no use.
you’re trying to feel for it. You know its there. But as you keep pressing your hands around the area, trying to wrest it off, you don’t feel it
but the pain….
the pain….
its making you dizzy
“Sleep….”
the last thing you remember is your room….
~
You wake up
“Ugggggh….”
you look around
the area seems unfamiliar. There seems to be some kind of stink. You’re sitting on some kind of hard material. You feel like you’re covered in some kind of slime. there’s blood all over you. The fuck? Did that shitrat really hurt you damage much.
you try to yawn
“Chirp…”
what the hell
you try to vocalize a sound. You say what
“Chirp….”
you look at your arms
you don’t see your human hands, or human arms. You’re not even wearing clothes
you have…. Hooves. Your body is not a human body
oh fuck… oh fuck
YOU’RE A SHITRAT NOW
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
you scream loudly for a few mintues
you keep screaming
you keep slapping yourself. This has to be nightmare. You try to wake up
its not working
you look around
behind you, you see the giant figure of a pink shitrat mother
“Huu……huu….”
its babies are coming out slowly
your brethren are on the floor, covered in blood, as they keep chirping
“Chirp…chirp…”
You want to get out
but you can’t
you’re a newborn. Your legs barely function
by right, your eyes shouldn’t be open. All your other kin still have their eyes closed
your “mummah” gets up after a while, still crying. Childbirth must be new to her
“Huu….hu… nu smeww pwetty.”
your ‘mummah’ picks you up
you try to fight her, but you’re weak
eventually, you feel her tongue on your body, removing the blood and the slime, cleaning you up
“Clean babbeh a happy babbeh,”
she says this in her stupid voice
you keep wriggling, you keep struggling, but its pointless
you’re just a newborn
no, you’re a teenager’s mind, stuck in the body of a shitrat
how the fuck did this happen?!
as you keep struggling, and trying to force yourself to walk, you see the giant hands of a human
Salvation at last! Maybe you’ll wake up soon.
“Chirp…. Chirp…”
oh right, you can’t talk
….as he picks you up, the mummah pleads for you
“Please mistah, let mummah have her babbeh.”
The man ignores the shitrat and silently shoves you aside. All you can do is chirp helplessly as you’re placed in a bin with the other fluffs
“Chirp…. chirp…”
the sounds of their chirping. The smell of their shit all over the place. Whatever this nightmare is, its not ending
~
it’s been a forever
fuck, you’re thinking like a shitrat. But you really don’t know how long its been
all you know that is that you are able to start vocalizing some of the words you want to saw
“Miwkies…”
Milk. That’s what you want. You try to say other words
“He- hew-…”
the fuck is this. Can something as simple as “Help” be so fucking hard to say?
the other fluffies are gathering around the ‘nipple’ of the milkbag
little fuckers think they deserve the milk
“Out of my way”, you think, “Only good milk for the actual human here.”
“Gu way! Miwkies onwy for bestest babeh!!”
you give sorry huwties to various foals as you suckle the milk for yourself
you can feel some of their pathetic hooves hitting you, but you don’t care.
that’ll show them
its been forever
you don’t know what is going on
this retarded little shitrat mind seems to hinder whatever thinking capacities you have
but you still have your memories as a human
if you can’t go back to being human, then fuck it. You’ll give these shitrats the worse time of their lives
the giant human has placed you in a container with another foal
both of you get candy
“Wuv candy!”
you eat faster than the other foal.
“Babbeh wan moaw candy”
you step up to the other foal
“Giv candy naow”
you hit at it
“Ow! Huu huu!”
you take the candy away from him
“W-why huwt babeh!”
Retarded shitrat!
“Dummeh babbeh!”
However, just as you’re about to eat the candy, the human hand hovers above you
“You little shit. You’re not being fair to your brother.”
hey fuck you, you think. I deserve it more than him
“Bwudda is dummeh babbeh!”
the human face looks at you disapprovingly
“Bad babbehs get the sorry stick.”
the sorry stick?
oh shit.
the human brings out the stick. Its no bigger than a pencil. He hits you with it
what the fuck- OWWWW
“SCREEEEEEE!”
you cry. How the fuck is it this painful? He keeps hitting you with it
“Huu…huu…. Nuu wan sowwy stick….”
He then places you in a container, and drops a few ice cubes on top of you
its unbearably cold
“C-coud…”
“You sit there and think about what you did!”
the human walks off
in the distance, you see the foal, eating his candy, blissfully.
screaming in anger, you punch the glass
but its useless
End of Part 1
