Pwie wan be teebee babbeh nao!
That was the demand Prie had made on Wednesday and at first Millie hadn’t put much thought on the matter, but while scrolling through some of the abuse websites looking for ideas to use on Uphie once the mare’s legs had healed, she came across an advertisement. An announcement of the re-opening of Tally’s Playground, following the drop of the Cleveland Act. That was a familiar name. A brutal Fluffy abuse website that specialized in arena styled shows, offering people an opportunity to make quick money.
The concept was quite simple. Tally’s Playground would offer a series of competitions. Anyone could come in and have their Fluffy participate in these games, and viewers online would get to place bets on which Fluffy would win, which would lose or other such elements. Meanwhile, owners of participating Fluffies could win big money if their Fluffy won the contest, though there was a high chance that a Fluffy would die. For Millie, this was a perfect scenario. A way to make Prie a TV Fluffy. If she lost, she would die, and in the unlikely chance she won, well at least Millie would make some cash.
That was how she found herself in front of Tally’s Playground on this cold Saturday night. It was hosted in an old factory building. A smokestack type with reddish-orange bricks and tall chimneys, located in the middle of nowhere. Used to be a steel mill, but that was two decades ago, and for the longest time it had remained untouched, until one and a half years ago, where it had been purchased and renovated into this Fluffy-related entertainment establishment.
Millie was actually quite a fan of their show. She never bet, but the games were always top tier abuse. She had always wanted to watch one of the shows live, but as she remained sat on her car, she was now feeling rather hesitant. From afar, the building felt abandoned and up close, it looked just down-right seedy. There were a couple of lights that kind of illuminated the walls, and one bright light at the entrance, guarded by two large, intimidating men.
The inside of the building seemed poorly lit. Dim flashing colorful lights, occasionally shone through the tall glass windows, hinting that there was indeed activity inside. However, for a while Millie had to wonder if she had accidentally drove to some sort of rave club. That was until she saw a man walk by with a Fluffy carrier in hand. It only served as a small comfort. Not taking away from how dodgy this place felt like. She was just glad that she hadn’t told Lize, Grem grem or Hanny.
She knew that she was supposed to tell them. She had told them to keep them inform about this stuff, but if they knew, there was a high chance one of them would have accompanied her, and if they had come with her and saw this place, there was quite a strong possibility that they would have refused her going in. It was not just that. It took her forty five minutes just to get here from her house by car, if any of the trio joined her that would be an extra hour to their transit them, plus almost two hours back home. She could not imagine Prie lasting no longer than ten minutes. Imagine, a four hour trip just for a ten minute sight of Prie being brutally killed. It really wasn’t worth telling them about this.
“Am hewe dummeh munstah mummah mummah?” asked Prie rudely.
Millie said nothing, as she stared at the cardboard box on the front passenger seat. The box buckled to the seat and the lid slightly ajar to give Prie some air. She could see the fecal colored foal glaring at her from the gap. The smarty’s signature look of pure seething rage.
“Y nu say anytin?” Prie asked.
Millie sighed and looked at herself from the rear view mirror. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail and covered with a cap, with a surgical face mask covering the lower half of her face. She wore a large, black hoodie with a grey long sleeved shirt underneath, baggy tan pants and brown hiking boots. Her outfit choice had been purposeful. A desire to look incognito and masculine, born from a worry that this place would be filled with creepy individuals, specifically those of the opposite gender, but as she continued staring at herself on the rear view mirror, she removed the face mask, realizing that it just made her all the more noticeable.
“Dummeh munstah mummah mummah!” Prie cried.
Millie sighed and started at the foal. “We’re here” she responded.
Prie did not say anything. The foal merely glared at her, and Millie took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She got out of the car and took the box out, ignoring Prie’s complaints about how cold it was. She walked slowly and carefully. A simple straight walk, making no strange movements. Nothing that would garner the suspicion of the two intimidating men that guarded the door. Both men stared at her briefly, then one gave her a polite nod as he opened the door.
“Just a friendly reminder, miss. This is an abuse box venue.”
Millie offered a polite thanks, as Prie made another annoying whine, and they walked through the door. She found herself in a large room, which looked a lot more tidy than the exterior. On the opposite side of the room was a sort of ticket office or reception, where two women sat behind the glass. Both dressed in pop-punk style and both looking absolute bored. Millie approached one of them, and placed down the box.
“Participant submission?” The woman asked in a monotonous tone.
“Yes” Millie replied “Do…”
“ID please” The woman interrupted with a dead look
Millie stared at her blankly for a second, then regained her composure and provided the woman with her ID card. The woman stared at it and began typing on her computer, before handing the ID back to Millie.
“Name?”
“Uh… my Fluffy’s name, right?”
“Yes” the lady replied with a small frown.
“Prie”.
The woman nodded then typed more stuff on her computer, before staring at the box, specifically at Prie who was glaring back at her with cheeks on full pout.
“Hmm… Foal. We have three foal-related games today, miss. First one is, Temple of Doom. Second one is Running from Rolly. Third one is Battle Foals… Do you need a breakdown of each?”
Millie shook her head with a polite smile “It’s okay. I’m aware of the games. Running from Rolly please”.
The woman nodded. “Game starts in thirty minutes. Submission is one hundred. Payout for this game is three point five k. Win condition: Last to survive or survive for sixty minutes. If survive for sixty minutes, winnings will be split between owners of all surviving Fluffies. Remember that Tally’s Game is not responsible for the perishment of Fluffies. Please pay here and sign this.”
As she had said that, she printed out some paper and pushed it towards Millie. It was just a simple contract releasing them from any possible liability regarding the Fluffies. Millie briefly went over it, before signing and handing the paper back to the woman, along with two $50.00 bills. The woman took it, then gave Millie two thick plastic tokens. Both were a bright orange, and both had the number “16” engraved.
“Submission to the right down the stairs. Pass the foal to the submission officer along with one token. Keep the other token with your and make sure to keep your token at all times, if you lose it you will not be able to collect your winnings along with your Fluffy. Please note, if you do lose your token, you can still retrieve your Fluffy back using your ID. Do you understand? If so, have a nice day”.
Millie nodded as she picked up the box. Offering a quick thank you before heading down the stairs. She heard Prie make another low whine. This one sounded scared, but Millie offered her no kind words nor any gestures to keep her calm. Instead, she simply kept walking until she eventually arrived at a booth with the words “Submission” in neon lights. This time there was a man behind the counter, one with a cruel smile.
“Submission ma’am?” The man asked politely.
Millie nodded as she placed the box in front of him and one of the tokens. The man took both and put the box on the table, as he began inspecting Prie. Prie could only mange to look at him before shoving the box somewhere else and returning his attention back to Millie.
“Running from Rolly. That will be in Arena Two. When you go to the main area over there, turn left and it will be the first stage. Good luck ma’am… oh and don’t lose your token.”
Millie once again offered a quiet thanks before heading away.
- Yu namesie am Pwie
- Yu am Smawty
- Nu yu nut jus Smawty
- Yu am Smawtest Smawty ebah
- Y?
- Becaw ebreywan iz dummeh
- Yu kno dat
- Meanie munstah mummah mummah am dummeh
- Gib yu wostest heawt hurties n scawdies.
- Dummeh daddeh iz awso dummeh
- Gib yu owwies n scawdies tu
- Gwasess wady am dummeh n Oddah dummeh mistah
- Becaw caww yu dummeh n tink fake mummah Wookie am Pwie mummah
- Mummah mummah fwen am awso dummeh
- Becaw onwy mak Gweenie Wewe teebee Fuwffy bu nut yu
- Gweenie Wewe am dummeh
- Becaw am dummeh
- Mummah iz mostest dummeh
- Y?
- Becaw mummah bwing Pwie tu mummah mummah.
- Awso mummah gib heawt hurties n shouties.
- Worstest of aww, mummah caww yu worstes babbeh n Gweenie Wewe bestest babbeh
- Yu not worstest yu bestest.
- Yu be bestest teebee Fwuffy n show mummah yu bestest.
- So yu wet dummeh munstah mummah mummah put yu in boxie and vroom vroom munstah.
- Yu wet dummeh munstah mummah mummah bwing yu tu scawy pwace.
- Yu dun wike bu yu stwong n smawt
- Yu see mo dummeh hoomans, den dummeh munstah mummah mummah bwing yu tu hooman wit scawy smile.
- Yu dun wike.
- Dummeh munstah mummah mummah gib yu tu scawy hooman
- But yu stwon n smart su yu staw bwave.
- Scawy hooman put thingy wound yu necky
- Scawy hooman den put yu in woom wit oddah fwuffy babbehs.
- Aww dem babbehs awso hab thingy wound necky
- Aww dem babbehs am hab scawdies
- Some babbehs am cwying
- Yu scoff.
- Yu nu scawdy babbeh.
- Nuting happen foebah
- Yu bowed
- Mo nutings
- Suddenly aww bwights wights in woom cwose.
- Aww babbehs scweam except yu
- Dey aww scawdies.
- Yu nu scawdies.
- Yu puff cheeks tu show scawdie darkies yu nu fwaid
- Doorsie open n dey bwight wights
- Yu feww wawa faww fwom upsie
- Bu nu wawa wawa, wike spway wawa
- Spway wawa smeww weiwd
- Aww babbehs gu outsie of woom to big woom wit wights
- Yu awso gu
- Yu amazed by biggie woom.
- Bu yu awso kno someting wong.
- Many hoomans are wooking.
- Hoomans hab meanies smiles wike at meanie pawty.
- Yu heaw voice.
- Iz woud yu dun undewstan wat voice sae
- Den nother doorsie open
- Big scawy Fwuffy com outside
- Voice caww Fwuffy Wolly
- Voice teww aww babbehs Wolly am hungwy
- Wolly am wewy big and vewy scawy Fwuffy
- Yu dun wike dis
- Yu weally dun wike dis
Seated on the western spectator stand, behind a large glass window, Millie could not help but feel a little amazed by the sight of Rolly. She had seen him a couple of times on various livestreams, but this was the first time she had ever seen Rolly live and he did not disappoint. An orange Alicorn with a mane and tail of red and yellow stripes. Roughly twice the size of the average adult Fluffy, with his hind legs removed surgically, his eyes blinded by a laser and his teeth sharpened to a point.
A seemingly helpless creature, until one realized that Rolly had been trained specifically to hunt and kill foals. She heard that his hind legs were removed simply to give his prey a chance to run. His eyes were taken away so that he would never realize that what he was eating were Fluffy foals. His teeth were so sharp that they easily pierced a foal’s fragile flesh. A hunter who only needed smell and sounds to find his prey. The large Fluffy dragged himself to the center of the arena and stood on attention, ready to hunt.
“Wolly am weady tu wumble!” Rolly shouted out.
Millie noticed that his voice was coming from a speaker on the ceiling, and as the crowd erupted into cheers, she noticed that none of the foals inside reacted. She figured that the windows and walls were sound p roof and microphones were providing live broadcasts of what was being said inside, but her thoughts were interrupted by another voice from the speaker.
“Bets are now closed. Game will start in 3… 2… 1…”
The lights in the arena suddenly dimmed. Dark enough that the foals would erupt into a symphony of frightened squeals, yet not so dark that the audience couldn’t see what was going on. Millie smiled. It was interesting to see this live. The live streams always felt so artificial with the night vision, and it was sometimes difficult to see what was going on, because of Rolly’s light. Rolly’s light being a headlamp that Rolly wore, serving as the only bright light in the entire stage. Something like an Anglerfish, with the foals the fool attracted by the light.
Rolly let out his favorite battle cry “Yummy nummies go in tu Wolly’s tummies!” and the hunt began.
There were 20 foals in the arena. Each wore a collar that corresponded with their numbers. Prie was number 16. Number 13 was the first to approach Rolly. Millie watched as the foal got closer. It moved timidly yet seemed to think that Rolly was a good Fluffy, despite what he had said, probably as Rolly was the only one providing light in this dim room. Suddenly a man banged his fists against the northern viewing window.
“NO! NO! NO! YOU STUPID FUCKING SHIT RAT!” The man screamed.
Number 13 seemed to hear him and was briefly startled, but by then it was too late. Rolly had caught his scent and had picked up the foal. The foal let out a little chirp and asked for huggies. It did not even have time to scream as Rolly bit its entire head off. Rolly then spat out the collar, and all the other foals erupted into cries of terror, as they began scrambling in all directions. Their cries were only drowned out by the sound of Number 13’s owner, with the large, bulky man letting out his own pained scream, then proceeding to punch the glass, letting out a resounding thud, before storming away in a huff, amidst looks of disapproval and concern from the crowd.
“Gran’s a fucking nut case” Millie heard one man whisper to his friend.
“Well what do you expect from a roided out gym rat with no job” the other man whispered back.
“What the fuck does Tally keep letting that psycho in?”
“I think he owes Tally a bunch of favors, so Tally keeps him around.”
“Somehow I’m not surprised…”
Millie stopped listening in on their conversation, but made a mental note never to interact with that man. Instead she focused back on the show and looked around for Prie.
Prie was tucked away in one corner of the room, huddled with a couple of other foals. They seemed pretty safe, as Rolly was on the opposite side chasing after another foal: Number 8. It was actually quite riveting. Number 8 was running at full sprint and though Rolly was crawling, he was slowly getting closer and closer.
“Com hewe nummie!” Rolly cried out
“Am nut nummie!” Number 8 managed to cry.
Number 8 turned its head to face Rolly, only to realize that Rolly was right next to it. Rolly sunk his teeth into the foal’s side, tearing out a large chunk of flesh, and the foal let out a painful shriek before passing out from the pain. The crowd cheered, as another man quietly cursed the air and walked away.
After devouring Number 8, Rolly quickly heard the cries of another foal and followed the scent. Number 3 soon found itself chased by this Fluffy monster and tried to sprint away. Unfortunately it did not see Number 4 and Number 10, who had both collided with each other earlier, and Number 3 would fall on them. The three foals met an untimely fate. Rolly kept Number 3 and Number 10 pinned down with his hooves, while he devoured Number 4, then he devoured Number 3 and finally Number 10. The cheers of the crowd felt infectious and Millie found herself cheering to the carnage as well.
Rolly then began sniffing the air, trying to find the scent of more foals. He wandered around and began sniffing the ground like a dog, crawling closer and closer to the foal pile at the corner of the room. Millie watched with a sadistic smile as the all foals trembled. They all kept quiet and a couple even had their eyes closed. Amongst them was Prie.
“Wolly smeeeeeww yuuuuuuu nummies!” Rolly suddenly said.
This was met by panicked screams and the foals quickly ran in every direction. Unfortunately, there was no coordination. It was pandemonium and some foals found themselves knocked down. One was even trampled to death: Number 19 and another had run straight toward to a wall and had managed to knock itself out: Number 5. Number 11, who had twisted one of its ankles during the panic had started crying out in pain.
“Daddeh! Daddeh! Nu wike! Wogew pwomise nebah tu mak bad poo…”
Number 11’s pleas were cut short, as Rolly had bit its head off. Then Rolly spat out the collar, accidently hitting Number 2, who had also tripped during the panic. Number 2 began to let out a pathetic wail.
“SABE WEODORE!!!”
It was not saved. Rolly had bit it’s side and Number 2 could only let out a high pitched wail as it flailed about in a panic. Eventually it stopped moving and Rolly ate the rest of its body and spat out the collar. Then Rolly ate Number 19 followed by Number 5. There was also Number 12 and Number 18. These two foals paralyzed with fear, and only able to cover their faces as they pleaded for Rolly not to eat them. Their pleas fell upon deaf ears, as Rolly ate them one by one. Millie had been watching that intently when she heard someone say, “What’s Number 16 doing?”
Millie looked around the stage and found Prie at the center. Uphie’s wretched foal had run to a pile of feces made by some of the other foals, and had started rolling around the waste like a pig in mud. Other members of the audience made comments about Prie, questioning what she was doing. Some made fun of her, others were just confused, while one pondered aloud if she was trying to hide. It took her a few seconds, but Millie realized what Prie was doing.
“Shit keep the monsters away, huh?” Millie said to herself softly.
She had to admit. She was impressed. An actual smart move from Prie, and one that would pay off well. Prie laid down low amongst the piles of poop, rendering her practically invisible to Rolly. Meanwhile, Rolly had started to chase Number 9, when Number 9 reached the wall. Number 9 was able to make a sudden turn, but Rolly collided head first with the wall. Unfortunately, for the foals, the walls were heavily padded, so Rolly was completely intact and was now very mad.
“AM GONNA GIB DUMMEH NUMMIES WORSTEST HURTIES!!!” Rolly screamed.
This was met by more screams, as Rolly began wandering around sniffing for his prey. 15 minutes had passed by now. There were still 45 more minutes to go, but foals were such fragile creatures, and most were already very tired from all the running and screaming they had been doing, and amidst all the movement, one foal had managed to find its owner watching from behind the glass. Number 14, sat on his rump and stared at its owner, trying to dance.
“Pwease daddeh!” Number 14 pleaded “Pwease sabe Wally! Wook! Wook! Wally am danceh babbeh!”
Number 14’s owner tried to tell Number 14 to run, but the foal could not hear him. Unfortunately, Rolly could and Number 14 found itself violently crushed to death mid-dance, before being eaten, and the owner would facepalm himself before storming off. At the same time, a couple of the other foals had started to give up. Number 6 had started crying on the spot, desperately pleading for someone to save it and Number 7 was lying down and covering its eyes. Meanwhile Number 1 and Number 17 had started hugging each other tightly and both cried into each other.
Rolly killed Number 6 first. Stomped the foal to death. Didn’t even devour the foal, just walked away and said “nummie tu noisy”. Rolly then began sniffing the ground and walked past Prie in her poop pile, and found Number 1 and Number 17. In a sudden act of betrayal, Number 17 would fling Number 1 at Rolly then try to run away. Number 1 was crushed to death, as Rolly chased Number 17. In its panic, Number 17 did not notice Number 7 and tripped. Both would then end up getting eaten by Rolly.
“Hey Number 9 is doing the same thing as Number 16” Someone said aloud.
Millie looked around and indeed. Number 9 had seemed to notice that Rolly couldn’t sense Prie and would join Prie in the poopie pile, with the foal quickly rolling around the feces and then burying itself in shit the same manner Prie had done. Millie found herself smiling and secretly hoping that Number 9 would win this match somehow, as she really was hoping that she could show Uphie a video of Prie being eaten alive by Rolly, but her attention quickly turned to Number 15 and Number 20, who were for some reason now fighting.
“Yu gib munstah huwties!” Number 15 cried out.
“Nu yu gib hurties!” Number 20 retorted.
Both foals were shoving each other, and neither noticed Rolly slowly approaching. Number 20 noticed, when Rolly suddenly ate Number 15, but then he met a swift death under Rolly’s hoof. The crowd erupted into a cheer, as there were only two left, but then the crowd quietened as some began to question whether Rolly could even find the remaining two, given that both were quiet and well hidden amongst the Fluffy waste. Millie could hear a lot of chatter going on, when the speakers came alive.
“Two left, folks! Question is, does one of them wants to be the Bestest, as only ONE can be the bestest”
Millie knew what this was. An obvious bait to appeal to smarty brats. At first, it seemed that neither took the bait, but then Prie suddenly stood up.
“Am hewe dummeh munstah!” Prie suddenly cried.
Number 9 looked at Prie with horrified confusion, as Rolly began to approach them, but was suddenly ambushed by a kick to the face from Prie’s hind legs, and the kick sent Number 9 tumbling out of the poop pile.
“Wat yu doin dummeh!!!” Number 9 screamed.
Suddenly Number 9 heard the sound of sniffing and turned to it’s side.
“Ewww nu wike poopie nummies” Rolly said.
Number 9 was mortified. It saw Rolly’s hoof swiftly approaching it, but was too stunned to move, then felt its head hit the floor, and then splat. The headless corpse of Number 9 made a sudden spasm then stopped moving. Suddenly the lights turned on and the crowd broke into a rabid frenzy of cheering, as the speaker began playing a song. It was some song telling Rolly that it was time to go home and rest. Rolly did not argue, the Fluffy seemed to have quite a delicious meal today and was ready for some rest.
“Number 16 wins” came the voice from the speaker “Please collect your winnings and your foal at the prize counter. I repeat Number 16 wins.”
Millie watched some man enter the arena and pick up Prie, and she stared at Number 9’s lifeless body. She never expected Prie to do something like that. Where did she even learn to be so ruthless? Was this what Uphie was like out in the wild? She would have continued thinking, but she noticed a man staring at her. He looking at her rather intensely and it made her nervous, so she quickly made her way to the prize counter. As she walked by she heard comments from some of the other viewers regarding Number 16. Praise for the ruthless nature of the foal or its intelligence. She arrived at the reward counter and placed the token on the desk, pushing it towards the lady behind the counter.
“Oh? You’re Number 16’s owner” the lady said with a grin.
“Yes” Millie replied softly.
“Wow miss. Number 16 is kinda a boss bitch ain’t she?”
Millie nodded “Yes… She’s quite the psychopath”
The lady laughed, then coughed a bit as she tried to calm herself down.
“So… sorry” She said “Uh… cash, cheque or bank transfer?”
“I’m sorry?” Millie replied.
“Oh… uh… your winnings. We can give it to you in cash, or we transfer directly to your bank account.”
She was thinking of just doing cash, but that guy from earlier made her nervous.
“I see… um… bank transfer please”.
The woman passed Millie a form to fill out, as she made another comment about Prie’s badassery, then smiled as Millie passed her back the paper, as she began typing on her computer. She printed something out then passed it to Millie with another friendly smile.
“The money will be transferred tomorrow… Oh!.. uh… sorry we also don’t do clean up… so Number 16 is still covered in shit…”
“That’s fine” Millie replied with a nod.
The woman then passed her a box and Millie looked inside to see Prie glaring at her.
“Dummeh munstah mummah mummah twick Pwie tu pway meanie game” Prie cried out in anger.
“You said you wanted to be on TV Fluffy like your sister, so I did as you asked” Millie responded.
To aid her point, Millie pointed to a TV that was showing a rerun of Prie kicking Number 9 out of the poop pile. Prie stared at it then began to pout at her, yet made no retort. The lady behind the counter bursted out laughing, clearly finding the whole situation absurd, but quickly apologized, as Millie headed out. Millie walked out of the building silently and quickly got in her car. She buckled Prie’s box to the front passenger seat and stared out the car window. She had just won $3,500.00 and yet she felt empty.
“Dummeh munstah mummah mummah! Pwie wan gu hom! Pwie teww mummah yu twick Pwie!”
Millie shrugged.
“Okay. Go tell Uphie. Then I don’t have to bring you to another one of these games. Veve gets to be my cute little TV Fluffy and you can just be Uphie’s ugly worstest babbeh.”
There was no response. Millie stared at Prie and saw the foal glaring at her, but she also noticed tears in Prie’s eyes and the foal quickly turned away to look at the corner of the box. Millie herself also felt annoyed. She had won a lot of money, but there was just something irritating about Prie winning. It was the praise. The fact that people actually complimented this walking, talking turd. This wretched spawn of her vile pig rat. It just felt sick that Prie was worthy of praise.
“So you gonna tell Uphie?” Millie suddenly asked Prie
Prie offered no response. The foal continued staring at the corner of the box.
“Fine” Millie said with a tone of disdain “I’ll tell Uphie that you don’t want to be a TV Fluffy”.
“Nu!” Prie suddenly cried out “Nu wan! Wan be Teebee Fwuffy wike dummeh Gweenie Wewe!”
“Huh? But didn’t you say I tricked you?”
“Dummeh munstah mummah mummah twick Pwie!”
“Okay then. Tell her I tricked you, then I can stop bringing you here”.
“Nu!” Prie exclaimed angrily.
Millie said more stuff, but Prie refused to respond. It was the end of discussion. To be fair, Millie knew it wasn’t a big deal. If Prie no longer wanted to be a TV Fluffy, then she would continue living her miserable existence as Uphie’s new lesser child. If Prie decided to continue, she would eventually decease. More importantly, the more she appeared, the more chance the audience would eventually come to realize the truth. Prie was no boss bitch. No badass worthy of praise. She was just a whiny little shit who got lucky. Millie drove off. She did hope that Prie would continue being a TV Fluffy. She wanted to see the day that Prie realized she was fucked, and even if Prie won. At least the money was good.