Unfinished Business Part 9: Loves Me Not
They had no time to react as you plucked a green and yellow mare from the ground by her scruff.
“Bad upsies! Nu wike bad fwy!”
“I’m not going to throw you”
“Weawwy?! YAY wuv nyu daddeh!”
“You misunderstand me”, you respond quickly before grabbing her right back leg and holding her by it. With your free hand you brought my knife to her leg and began stabbing her thigh.
“SCREEEEE! Weggie huwtIEEEEES. huff EEEEEEEE”, she screamed with all her might but it was like the wind to you. You brushed it off and started sawing the leg off. With the multiple stab wounds already ravaging her tendons and bones it would be easy to sever.
“NU TAEK WEGGIES! PWEASE NUU!”
It was close, just a few more good movements and…
“EEEEEEEE- ouf, huuuu…huhuuu why taek weggie?”
She wasn’t going to die from blood loss. The fast clotting aspect of fluffy blood is a feature, not a bug. Some kids are violent, we were planning for what we thought was the worst case scenario. You held her down to the ground on her belly and began to work on her other 3 limbs.
“SCREEEEE! Why huwt fwuffy?! Am gud mummy-fluffy! Nu taek weggies pwease mista! EEEEEEEEEE!”
You hit bone, maybe you should have stabbed this limb more. Didn’t matter, you could solve that, you put your right knee on the mare’s remaining back thigh, as close to her abdomen as possible. Then you grabbed the other end of the thigh and pulled up hard. *crack * snap
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
You took the mare’s head and buried it in the ground, silencing her momentarily. Doppler was keeping the rest of the ferals busy trying to play with them, well playing for a cat. That meant taking swipes at foals and grown fluffies, nibbling on hooves, etc. Devastating for a fluffy to say the least.
You leaned some of your weight onto the mare’s back and addressed the right front leg first. You held the mare’s head down into the soggy dirt with your left hand and began stabbing her right thigh. It didn’t take long for you to feel some bone fragments with your knife. Her bones in that area had fractured to the point that the bone-shrapnel was almost equally distributed in the upper thigh. Your sawing was much easier this time around and you cleaved the leg clean off.
The last leg was easy, you held her face down with your right foot and used your hands to break and then saw through her last thigh. Keeping your foot on the mare’s head and making sure a nostril or two was exposed to the air, you took a quick break. All of this slaughter is honestly really tiring, maybe that’s why it’s so good for stress relief. Doppler was devastating the herd until one of the presumed “toughies” stepped up to oppose the rampage of the evil “kitteh-munsta”. He had a hot pink coat with a long white mane and a horn with swirled red and white coloration.
You were flabbergasted by this. You recognized that specific coloration, it was the result of a project under one of your co-worker’s purview. It was called project Valentine. The idea is that the guys upstairs figured that the cuteness and innocence of fluffies would be a perfect marketing tool. They chose Valentine’s Day in order to call specific attention to the color possibilities and huggable nature of the creatures. Easter was considered but quickly thrown out due to ties with a religious holiday. Didn’t seem like a big deal to you but upstairs it’s all about casting the widest net possible. A reliable holiday is a holiday tied to marketing itself. No demographic escapes marketing. Not many folks bought diamonds before ad campaigns told them they were the only acceptable way to propose. Valentine’s Day, like Christmas, may have religious roots for all you know, but the modern interpretations of these holidays are shells for mass consumerism. These Valentine Fluffies, as they were called, were just like our normal subjects but could only produce offspring of a few specific colorations. All of these colorations were in the general scheme of Valentine’s Day decoration, reds and pinks mixed with white accents was usually the way to go. The only other difference was their conditioning. They had a hardwired response to what could only be described as a “trigger phrase”. This Manchurian Candidate-style conditioning is present in all fluffies to some degree. That’s exactly why the average fluffy reacts so emotionally to basic words. These fluffies had a few extra trigger phrases that would be funny to mess with. You’re one of the only people in the world who even knows about these fluffies and how to manipulate them, the research notes were destroyed during PETA’s attack on the research center.
You were going to wait until he made an ass of himself and got your cat angry. Sure enough he moved closer to Doppler as the cat was batting at some foals on the ground. Passing their tumbling bodies back and forth for the hell of it. The valentine fluffy charged, horn pointed straight towards Doppler’s back. He was faster than you thought, maybe Doppler would actually get wounded. But both you and the unfortunate consumer good underestimated the abilities of a rural cat. Doppler turned, jumped, and kicked off the stallion’s face, dirt staining the hot pink coat. He fell backwards onto and before the poor thing could get his footing you made your move.
“Valentine! Greetings!”
The stallion froze and readjusted his position, now sitting on his back legs and waving to Doppler, the focus of his attention at the time. Then he began to talk.
“Happeh Vawentines Dae! Fwuffy wuv ou’! Am VAWENTIME FWUFFY!”, he shouted with the utmost gusto.
Doppler was not impressed and frankly upset at how loud the fluffy was being and the fluffy having attempted an attack earlier. What you knew about the cat was that he could survive in a rural area with coyotes pretty common in the area. That’s fairly impressive on its own, now you also knew it was terrorizing fluffy populations. That’s less impressive but it shows that he was a combat verteran. Doppler dashed up to the still-waving stallion and slashed his muzzle.
“EEEEEE why huwt vawentine fwuffy?! Fwuffy wuv ou’!”, he clutched his muzzle and tucked his body inward in an attempt to defend himself.
Now a question posed. I will let the audience pick the outline of the next events.
Should Dave
- Mercy-kill the stallion, he’s not worth anyone’s time. (Abuse-ish)
- Do nothing (optimal)
- Grab the catnip. (Abuse)
- Torture him (Abuse+)
- Congratulate him on his courage and assimilate him into your herd. (Hugbox)
- Return to the mare under your foot. (progresses plot)
If you want more interaction in the story let me know, but it will never be predominant in this project.
*Writing will commence on the 21st, expect a chapter soon after. Voting will end at noon on the 21st.