The story of B.
Part 5/5
As soon as the blue fluffy realizes what happen, it starts shouting "KIWW DAD BABBEH! KIWW DAD STIOPID BABBEH! " It echoes a little in the room. The other moderately healthy fluffies in the room quickly start running towards B. B turns around. And swipes. B is too agile. He is small, and faster than the big fluffies. They have no chance against him. As long as B has a weapon.
slice.
slice.
slice.
slice.
slice.
slice.
Screaming. Loud screaming.
All the “toughies” in the room are now screaming on the floor. They just fell on the floor one after another. The blue fluffy is petrified. It doesn’t know what to do. The starving, suffering fluffies in the room don’t intervene. They just watch.
Slice.
The purple fluffy, the blue fluffy’s “special friend” falls to the ground screaming. It screams for the blue fluffy. The blue fluffy watches in horror, desperately trying to wiggle its legs in an attempt to run. The blue fluffy starts crying.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
The “bestest babbehs” are now screaming covered in blood. Some of their blood splatter on the blue fluffys face.
B looks at the blue fluffy. B looks at its eyes, as the blue fluffy screams. But nobody comes. The only ones not covered completely in blood and screaming in the room besides B and the blue fluffy are the malnourished adults and the foals in the corners of the room. But they kept quiet, and watched.
B smiles.
B has never smiled before. He never got to experience the same things regular foals would have. B never smiled while drinking milk, because the joy was suppressed by his mothers judging expression and harassment, and by the bad taste of poor food he was forced to eat. B never got to hug anyone, since his mother didn’t think he would deserve it. B never got to play and have fun with the other foals, since his mother didn’t allow the other foals to interact with him.
But now, here he was. Smiling.
“Tuck, Sh.”
In, and out.
The blue fluffy screamed in pain. It had a hole in its throat. The hole was big enough to hurt, but small enough to not let all of the blood pour out. But the blood still sprays. Some flew on B’s face. But B stared.
The blue fluffy screams. It wiggles violently, and manages to somehow flip itself on its side.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
Wounds on the blue fluffys face. the blue fluffy shouted and screamed. B watched.
Slice…
B cuts a long wound into the blue fluffy’s stomach. Slowly.
B watches as the blood sprays everywhere. A little of whatever was in the bottle that B’s weapon was made out of is now inside the blue fluffy’s stomach. It burns. B watches as the guts slowly fall from the fluffys fat stomach, while the blue fluffy screams. It screams for it’s mother, like a spoiled bestest babbeh, only for no one to come. Its screams sound a little like a tortured squirrel, screeching in agony, but still more like a pathetic fat pig hamster shitrat pussy screaming in an even more pathetic, almost child like voice, but wich is muffled with the fat on its body, and inriched with the well known fluffy talk. Those screams would get any abuser to turn their head around to look. The blue fluffy shits and pisses itself. Rapidly. The shit and piss shoot out like they would never end. It go everywhere. A lot of it strikes even on the blue fluffy’s “speshul fwien” and the blue fluffy’s “bestest babbehs”, who are still conscious, despite their blood loss. They are too weak to scream, though. The blue fluffy sees all of this with the corner of its vision. While the spoiled blue smarty fluffy screams and cries, it’s intestines glimmer in the faint light that shines dimly from the doorway of the room, just like it’s tears that drop down on the metal floor of the room from its cheek. B can see the blue fluffys veins among the intestines. The veins pulsate. Only to pour out the blood on the floor. The guts continue to fall, like lava slowly flowing from a volcano. The blue fluffy stops wiggling its arms in panic, and tries to roll itself into a ball, like a foal that has hurt its leg, like a little babbeh rolling into a ball in its mummahs soft fluff and warmth. Trying to seek comfort. But it fails miserably. Its fat is in the way. It reaches, but doesn’t succeed. Further more, as it tries to reach its arms in the center, it manages to look at the gaping wound in the middle of its stomach. Right after seeing it, the blue fluffy returns to swings its hooves radically in all directions its body simply allows them to move. The blue fluffy screams. But the best part has yet to come. As the blue fluffy Wiggles in terror, it manages to move a little. But in it’s panic it doesn’t realize that it has come too close to its own poo. The poo that was meant for B. The blue fluffy realizes this too late as it tosses its head left and right in pain that it has never even though could exist. “Sput.” It tossed it’s head in it’s own poo. The blue fluffy pulls its head out. The worst thing about that poo was that the blue fluffy never stopped screaming. As it pulled it’s head out, shit fell out from its mouth like shit would. Some even got stuck inside the blue fluffy’s cheeks. The blue fluffy’s face is covered in shit. It is humiliated. This is the first time the blue fluffy experiences the taste of shit. It has never had anything so disgusting in its mouth. The blue fluffy is in complete panic. As it pulled it’s head out, it reached the climax. The blue fluffy subconsciously gathered all of its remaining energy to try and flop back off from the shit. But it doesn’t succeed. It is just too fat, spoiled and weak to have the energy left to turn itself around. It just falls back, and continues the panic, slowly using all of its remaining energy.
There is blood everywhere. B keeps on staring.
Eventually, the blue fluffy’s head lowered down, and it fell into the poo. When the blue fluffy takes it’s last breath, it’s lungs are filled with clumpy shit instead of air. The blue fluffy dies. It died a long, painful, humiliating death.
B glances at the malnourished fluffies. They look at him petrified. B looks away, and turns around. B limps towards the exit. He smiles. Despite the immense pain that comes from a piece of glass penetrating deep into B’s bone, B smiles. The things B just did were against everything B had ever believed in. He had always been against giving pain. A pacifist. But this time he was the one who gave hurties. B smiles. He doesn’t know why. But he smiles. And he leaves.
He has “business” to take care of.
The malnourished fluffies stare as B leaves. They see the blood on the floor. it flows.
Like water.
Fluffy pony drowns.
The end of chapter 1.
Author: Eded_ted
