My story for @Virgil contest named Twist Their Knickers
(This story probably not good as im writing it with a headache and my body burns like hell)
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO OUR NEW SHOW!”
The announcer said this loudly with a microphone so everyone could hear, the spectators hold their breathing to see the new subject of the show:
“TODAY WE WILL PRESENT YOU 5 DIFFERENT FREAKS!”
“LONG AND BEHOLD! THE DEFORMATION!”
From the curtains with a slight creak, showed up a cart with pet taxis in it, stopping near the table, carriers were laid out in a elegant and stylish manner, presenting the squad of 5 deformed from births fluffies like a main food in a fancy restaurant.
Quiet whispers and whines came from the “sorry boxes” some were almost grunting, moaning of the cow in a bad way.
The lady which rolled the cart to the table, picks them two at the time, now three of them laid straight to the spectators, at the far edge of the table while other two were opened.
In left taxi: deformed slab of meat(stallion sbs fluffy), legs looked like stumps, the fat wiggles with every movement the colossus makes, peeping heavily, like vacuum cleaner was attached to the lungs, sucking any air leaving a itty bitty of space, the blue colored shaved fur, exposed many and many of skin acne’s and diseases, some spots were nail white or rotting with pus and sweat mixing in unholy aroma of despair, peeps were made with a delay, shuddering like a loud boom just flied through his ears, his eyes were cut off, sewed shut with a aristocratic elegance, he got a eye infection when two blocks struck him but the perpetrator was, surprisingly his mom, she got tired of nursing him even from start, playful nature with energy leak showed that she didn’t had interest to nurse him forever.
In right taxi: alicorn mare fluffy, creature’s fur was shaved to appear shorter and narrower, but the mane was seemingly groomed by a professional animal hairdresser, giving her a curly bob, from many spots were crystal white horns, 20 of them poking out like fluffy was scared fugu fish, trembling from fear, and weight of the sumo grappler, the horns were too sensitive to the touch, giving a fluffy an unbearable electric shock if it touched any-even soft ground, too abnormal, horns were not only poked out of any direction, some of them were girthy and short like a trunk of a young tree or narrow like her nose, giving it a icicle long look, the announcer didn’t notice but one of the horns were dangerously close to her teats.
“I PRESENT TO YOU THE FIRST PAIR! ITTY BITTY AND THE FUGU!”
Announcer poked his fingers to the two, sbs wasn’t phased at all, his hearing got dull throughout the undeniably long 3 years of his painstaking life, while fugu was covering herself into the ball, “fwuffy nu see munstah babbeh… Am munstah babbeh nu see fwuffy” thoughts like that rumbled through her head.
“FOR THE SHOW WE WILL SEE HOW CLINGY ARE BABIES AND THEIR MOTHERS!”
Announcer switched to the other side:
“You will have to feed him, he is very hungry. Can you do that for me? Please? Pretty please?”
That man sure is a actor, she didn’t had any hesitation to confront the sumo grappler, slowly wobbling as horns near the teat was touching the ground, and from realization of how tiny she is compared to itty bitty sbs, when she did approach him:
“Mummah..wub babbehs… Babbehs wub mummah”
She said with a can of impending doom, itty bitty sniffed till he senses the ambrosia of sketti flavoured milk, grudging a big to the ears smile with a small pro runner athlete difficulty hoof waddle resembling a happy clap, wiggling his whole lard of a body to his prize before meeting an end via horn which messes up his movements, he almost stabbed himself with it before continuing his journey.
Slowly but surely, with loud thuds, itty closen up to reach for fugu’s teats, before sniffing cautiously, he was tricked once by her mom, which was a simple “babbeh cam tu mummah” and repositioning away from her foal, to let him have run a marathon before he could get his supper.
Fugu shivered, the mountain catching her by the teat, greedily sucking the milk, holding her with his two fat rollers, she felt like a damsel in distress but without a Prince on a shiny white horse, just a big abomination resembling a chirpy, eyes shut, disgusting acne riddled skin, many booger pimples, rotting spots with exactly one scavenger fly, without any fur to cover the horror.
She twitched before the satisfied pop sound came up, before the “chirpy” could even coo in pursuit of hugs from her foster mom, he would get impaled right into his frontal lobe:
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HEWP FWUFFY NU MOWE! NU MOWE! NU WAN HUWTIES! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK; HEWWWWWPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”
Blood pumping scream roared through the every corners of the stage, spectators and announcer just covered their ears, before the assault abruptly ended by the fugu pain shock fainting to the ground, with one horn poking out of chirpy frontal lobe to the nape of his head, itty was impaled right in his brain, damaging the disabled “thinky place” even more till he just turned into the living vegetable.
“OH! LOOKS LIKE THE PARTICIPANTS WERE KNOCKED OUT COLD!”
Lady reside them apart, shoving two lifeless bodies into their respective carriers.
Other two were placed instead of fugu’s and itty bitty’s, upon opening, the door slammed inward with dashing figures closing in to hug eachother, just to meet the announcer palm, blocking them from contacting each other.
“Buh fwuffy wan huggies”
“Yea fwuffy wan huggies nice mistah”
Two in question were surgery separated conjoined twins, they had a prosthetic limbs to compensate for their lack of any to begin with, as they had to be pillowed.
“TWO SIBLINGS! LET SEE HOW STRONG THEIR LOVE IS!”
Upon turning to the lovely pair, announcer would ask them questions:
“What will you do for you sister?”
“Fwuffy wiww du anything fow sistah”
“Do you wanna be forever with her?”
“Yus!”
“Very well then”
“Assistant give me that cart”
“Okay Mr. Jenkins”
Lady brought the cart with collection of used knifes, cleavers, one bone crusher axe, medical sews and wraps and box of pincushions.
Mr. Jenkins brought them together, fluffies hugging each other, didn’t pay mind to the meat clever flying directly into their flesh, the splats of blood staining the fancy table with filth and scaredy shit, one of spectators who was a surgeon who would compliment the art work of Mr Jenkins, his accurate and swift cleaver swings fascinated him.
After one successful surgery, fluffies would wake with a strange lightness, spectators were seeing a rather amusing sight, two recently separate now conjoined in one body fluffies were trying to find eachother.
“Sistah? Whewe am ou’?”
“Bwuddah?”
Straining their neck to make a full rotation, to see two heads, one at the front and one at the rear near the anus of the brother.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
They couldn’t believe their eyes, struggling to keep the eyesight because of their weak necks, just screaming like they would wake up from a bad dream.
“LOOKS LIKE THEY HATE EACHOTHER!”
Lady shoved them in one carrier, stallion tried to bite her but his teeth just broken down upon impact, babbling nonsense in defeat while his sister was softly crying, putting her head down, not that low since she didn’t want to see the asshole of his brother, it’s filthy.
If calculations are right, sissy will live up to 2 hours before malnutrition and septic shock as she was not connected to stomach or waste system.
But some really talented fluffy vet’s (underground of course) can make you a chimera of a fluffy, even though they are already by genetic code.
The last carrier which had a name tag: purple grape, was put Infront to present the main show:
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I WILL WARN YOU TO BE PREPARED FOR THE NEXT FREAK!”
Mr. Jenkins facing to the audience, opened the carrier and forcefully slammed the freak that was still in it.
It was a fluffy, not just a regular fluffy, he had a alternating ballsack, 17 balls poking through his crotch, swollen up, the bigger balls were at far end, away from his dick while smaller, lined like a vines of a tree, slugging and pulsing whenever he had taken a deep breath, audience didn’t like him so they protest to start already.
The pincushion box and a torture rope platform, that people use to restrict any movement, stood like a omen, even dumbass like him would put 1+1 and start to run away.
But it was too late, he could only fathom in fear of what will happen to his scrotum, bollocks poking out like a forbidden fruit (not that kind, he’s one is rotten grapes) small connective tissue starting and ending at his rollers so they’ve wouldn’t die from insufficient blood flow.
Fluffy turned away till he felt a sudden twist, he held his tears, not daring to make a single squeal, before something poked him, pincushions stabbed him so fast, with precise motion like a darts.
“.huwties…huhuhuuuu”
He shuddered as other bollocks were twisted and stabbed by pincushions, he thought it was over when fillet knife slowly protruded through the tissue, cutting one end, to place them on a thin wooden board, where he could see them.
Weeping quietly, tears falling like from a leaking sink, having his hopes crushed even more, he was ugly to other fluffies so he couldn’t get a special friend, but now he wont have babies.
“Huhuuuuu huuuuuu wai?! WAI?! Fwuffy nu du anything wong?! Wai huhuhuuuuuuuuu huu…miss speciaw wumps”
“Wan…die…wan die…wa-”
The hand of mr Jenkins covered his mouth before he could finish his phrase:
“Shhh don’t cry… It will be okay”
“Assistant!”
“Okay Mr Jenkins”
Lady loosen up the platform, shoving “wan die” fluffy into the carrier, and like a middle finger, put him against the wooden board with his 17 boulders, his dick was untouched, but it was already devastating to lose any part to the fluffy.
Tears stained the plastic before the carrier was brought away from the scene.
“THE SHOW IS ENDING! PLEASE DON’T FORGET YOUR ITEMS OR ANYTHING ELSE!”
the microphone rubble ended the show night, everyone unscathed returned to their homes, while those 4 were quickly put down:
Itty was euthanized shortly after, Fugu was put down out of pity, two Siamese twins were put down after the sister died, and pink grape was adopted by someone who had an allergy for normal pets.
Only lucky was a pink grape, the one freak with manhood of almost 17 fluffies, the most traumatized by a big margin of the show existing.
Nightmares of his boulders being cut off, or dreams about being normal fluffy, haunts him till this day, up to the old age.
The end.