The rain begins to poor on a dimly lit alleyway sandwiched between a Fluffmart and an old and closed pizza place. An ad plays out on a small screen in front of the Fluffmart “All fluffies live happy lives!” It was an old ad before fluffies became the most hated creature to exists. They still played it none the less. However it was a lie not all fluffies lived happy lives, actually almost none of them did be it from starving in the streets or just being beaten to death by an abuser. Happiness was in short supply for fluffies and these cases are no different.
In the dim lit alley, hidden inside a turned over cardboard box is a fluffy mother with a handful of foals. She sings a crude song to her young lulling them to sleep as she feeds them. The cold months have made finding food difficult but due to the location she is still well off by most feral standards. As her babies were fed and drifting off to sleep she snuggled them close and closed her eyes for the night.
CHEEP PEEP
That awful and annoying noise again the mother thought as she rose from her slumber.
“Shaddup dummeh poopeh babbeh! Mummah an pwetty babbehs sweepin!”
“Cheep!Peep!-CRACK- CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!”
The mother kicked the source in the face hard possibly breaking its shit caked muzzle. This didn’t shut it up, in fact it was even louder than before.
“SHADDUP SHADDUP SHADDUP! DUMMEH POOPEH TU NOISEY GUN MAKE MUNSTAHS CUM!”
The thing the mother didn’t expect as it lifted its hoof to strike again was that this foal would be the first to open its eyes and see the world it was cursed with. What she didn’t know was that it was the only one to open it’s eyes.
“M-M-MUMMAH!?BABBEH HAB HUWTIES MUMMAH HEWP HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES EBA!!”
“Nu! Yu am dummeh poopeh babbeh mummah nu wub ow gib huggies!”
-CRACK-
“SCREEEE! MUMMAH WAI GIB BABBEH HUWTIES AM OWNY WITTWE BABBEH NEE HUGGIES AN WUB!HUUU HUUU HUUU HUU HUU HUU HUU!”
“SHADDUP DUMMEH POOPEH UGWY BABBEH MUMMAH HATCHU HATCHU HATACHU! MUMMAH GIB POOPEH BABBEH FOWEVA SWEEPIES NAO!!!”
“NUUUUU MUMMAH PWEASE WUB BAB-CRUNCH-“
The mother was right about something her now deceased foal would indeed attract monsters but not from the screams of agony and betrayal but from the scent of blood and viscera.
In the distance predators, or rather feral dogs and the occasional raccoon or rat, roam the streets looking for scraps of food. As they hunt they pick up a scent a small amount of blood and then they hear the screams of agony. The hunt has begun, the predators going at a break neck pace to indulge in their first meal for the past few days. As they get closer to the scent the screams only got louder pinpointing the position of this wonderful dinner.
-BARK-
-BARK-
-BARK-
The hungry mutts are upon her in a second.
“SCREEEE BABBEHS SAB MUMMAH FWOM BAWKIE MUNSTAH!” The mother screamed at the top of her lungs. She ran for her foals hoping to use them to possibly hide from the monsters. Two of the three dogs rip the dead foal in half and swallow their halves whole. The last rushes in to the mother’s box to grab the first thing it can clench it’s jaws on. A foal beautiful and young screams in pain as the dog whips it head snapping the foals neck.
“BABBEH NUUUU MUNSTAH GU AWAY!”
The two dogs fight their way into the box and start snapping to fill their maws. The mother is grabbed by her leg and another foal is bit by the head killing it instantly.
“SCREEEE WOWSTEST HUWTIES SCREEEEEeeeEEEEeee!” The mother was being thrashed by the dog holding her leg she was unable to see what was happening as her body was whipped back and forth until…
-RIIIIIP-
Her leg and body separate laughing her back into the box, she breaks through the back and hits the wall shattering her spine as she slumps to the ground unable to move barely breathing, she watches as the dogs rip and tear her brood apart then leave after getting a healthy fill all that remains is the headless corpse of her favorite foal.
“Huuu -wheeze- huuuu -kaff- bab-wheeze-beh -wheeze- mummah -kaff- nu wan -kaff- wose bestest -wheeze- babbehhhhh-.”
Unable to breathe properly she passed out tears in her eyes as her once home collapsed from the weight of the rain falling above burying her underneath. Later in the night she was picked apart by rats. Nobody ever saw or would of cared for her scenario and she isn’t the only fluffy to suffer a similar fate.
This next story is about a fluffy with bad luck plain as could be. Born with desirable colors from a good breeder this fluffy was destined for a loving home. Alas an incident while playing left them with two missing front legs, a constant reminder that fluffies can’t fly. This fluffy has lived a otherwise peaceful life with its fellow foals and nurse mares until they were of age to be put in the adolescent pin. This breeder was well known for their wonderfully trained fluffies with low incident rates all across the board, so nobody thought the worse could happen to such a unlucky fluffy.
In the pin the fluffy was quick to make some friends always jovial despite their handicap. Friends would come and pass a ball to them from time to time or play hugpile a modified version of huggy tag that could include them, it was all in all wonderful. Now a month later things have started to change.
“Fwen? Fwen! Wan pway baww?”
“Sowwy bu nu wan pway wite nao. Thinkie-pwace feew funny.”
“Oh, otay. Huuu huuu.”
This continued for a while none of their old friends wanted to play anymore, but those same friend could never take their eyes off them. It wasn’t long before the fluffy noticed their friends gazed but it was something else more alarming was their erections. Unbeknownst to the fluffy at this coming of age these fluffies have reached adulthood and are about to be sold for easy home lives. The fluffies are kept apart from opposite sex so many of them have child like innocent when sold but having a fluffy that was always presenting warped their minds just enough to see their once crippled friend as an easy ticket to relief. It took one night for every fluffy to attack.
“-zzzz- Wha? Fwen wha am doin bee-hin fwuffy?”
“Shaddup dummeh enfie-toy!”
“Wha nu am enfie-toy am fwen an stawwion.”
“Shaddup nu cawe wumps huwtin!”
“Wai- SCREEEE NU AM MAWE NU AM MA-hmmph- -GLICK GLUCK GURGH-“
Two fluffies had their way with them. The fluffy tried screaming but was to blocked off to even breathe. Filled in both ends by fluffies that until now we’re his only friends.
“ENF ENF ENF ENF ENF DUMMEH NU WEGGIE ENFIE TOY FEEW SU GUD!”
“ENF ENF ENF MOUFIES FEEEEW WEAW GUD!”
They humped away as a crowd of horny fluffies surrounded the defenseless fluffy. The first two finishes in unison smashing their hooves together to make a Eiffel Tower out of the poor thing.
“-KAFF KAFF KAFF- HUU HUU WAI GIB FWUFFY BAD ENFIES NU AM MAWE PWEASE NU MOW-hgglk-“
The next group came in. It was the most ruthless fluffy gangbang in history. After 2 hours of nonstop abuse the fluffies worn themselves out and left the fluffy alone finally. Drenched and filled with enough fluffy jizz to start a mill off of the fluffy sat there choking on the sin of his once friends.
“ Huuu huuuu huuu wan die wan die.”
This plea was met by a fluffy near by that was awoken by his pleas. Angrily getting up they head over to their toy and begin mounting in frustration. Putting their hooves on the neck of the fluffy. They begin humping with such force that they snapped the neck of the fluffy.
“Huuu huuuu pwease nu mowe pwease jus wan die wan die wan-glck-“
The fluffy didn’t realize til they finished that they killed him. He didn’t care of course and went back to bed. It wasn’t til morning that the employees found the horrid display and by then the corpse was violated a few more times for good measure. The first employee described the smell of shit blood and sex as so pungent they threw up and almost passed out it took a few hazmat trained cleaners to dispose of the fluffy carefully.
Almost every fluffy ends in a terrible life cause it can only get worse once it goes bad if you’re a fluffy.
Went in a different direction than I originally intended not really sadbox like I had hoped but oooooh well. Let’s call it warm up for enfie babbehs. Sadboxish is for the little poopeh babbeh since it was my og plan.