Sweet Fluffies

Chapters

Sweet Fluffies Part I: The Gentle Heart
Sweet Fluffies Part II: The Temptation Grows
Sweet Fluffies Part III: The Enveloping Darkness
Sweet Fluffies Part IV: Soft Fluffy, Warm Fluffy...
Sweet Fluffies Part V: Furai Special!

Sweet Fluffies Part I: The Gentle Heart

You are Greg. You're certainly not the most fortunate, or well off of fellows. You are overweight, recently lost your job, currently no girlfriend, and you live in a small apartment, but you do have a heart, if that counts for anything. If there's one thing in your life that you're proud of, it's your fluffies. You always make sure to give each of your fluffies all the care, attention, and hugs you can give each day, as you get their "wuvs" and cuddles in return. Some of the fluffies you own you bought from pet shops, and others that you've rescued from shelters or the streets. You love fluffies. A lot. Often you are called "hugboxer," "part of the problem," "fluffy-fag," "weirdo," "man-child," "virgin," "faggot," "loser," "dipshit" for your obsession, but you don't care. You proudly take ownership of the term hugboxer, and your love of fluffies has gotten to the point it has ruined your social life as well as financially. You don't care about that either. Who needs friends, money, or a lover when you have fluffies!

So what if the city is dealing with an overpopulation of fluffies to the point that shelters are being filled with ownerless fluffies, and that there's a rampant "feral fluffy problem." The more fluffies the better, you say. They are just so full of love and cuteness, so why does everyone hate them so much? People should give these fluffies more love and better care so they don't have to suffer in shelters, or starve in the streets. They're not a pest problem. People should stop treating them as pests, and stop the fluffy violence, abuse, and killing. "People are just so, so cruel... thank god there's a nice guy like me to save them from their troubles!" you think to yourself as you're happily skipping along, humming the My lil' Fluffy tune from your favorite FluffTV show out loud. The people on the streets are giving you looks of disgust or disapproval as you pass by them. You might have even heard a "DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND KILL YOURSELF YOU FAGGOT!" or two, but you don't care.

Today is a shining bright sunny day, and a great day to be a fluffy lover. You have your most comfy sweatpants on, your favorite "Fluffiest Pink Fluffy" shirt showing the fluffiest pink fluffy ever, and a skip to your step. As you're skipping along happily, you notice an enticing and salivating smell. You take in a deep waft of it as you inhale this deliciously exquisite aroma. You've never smelt anything this appetizing before. You lift your nose up high to get in as much of the scent as you inhale again with the biggest grin on your face. People give you shocked and extremely weirded out looks as you stand on your tippy toes and bring your hands up close to your shoulders, both your hands pointing outwards on each side, your elbows tucked in as you flutter your hands like wings, just like your favorite fluffy pegasis from your favorite FluffTv does when she flaps her wings to fly. As you prance your way down the streets following that delectable smell, people go out of their way to avoid contact, children looking terrified and confused, hiding their faces behind their parents as they shield their children at the sight of a fully grown, neck-bearded, fat man in sweatpants, socks with flip flops, and a t-shirt with a picture of a pink cartoon fluffy prancing down the streets flapping his hands, while cracking a wide and unsettling, childish grin.

"Mmmmmmm..." You go as you stop in front of the source of the mysterious smell. In front of you is a small restaurant with Japanese letters and the cutest, most cuddly looking yellow cartoon fluffy mascot with an apron and chef hat, ever, on the sign, and a statue of same cute, happy yellow fluffy by the entrance. The one thing you love almost as much as fluffies, are sweets and Asian food. You go in, taking in more of the aroma, while closing your eyes and moaning pleasurably from the pleasantness of the food's scent. The restaurant is small, with a couple small tables, and a bar and stool setup at the back. There is a cheesy Asian theme playing in the background that almost sounds like it belongs in a Japanese Sentai show or something, but you ignore it. You also notice a couple feral fluffies, one a color of a beautiful bright green, with light minty green fluff, and the other a color of sunny yellow fur and bright red fluff, both walking around calling for attention,love, and food, but are ignored by the costumers. You see the yellow one carrying three tiny infant foals, one the same colors as the mother, the other jet black with a deep blue fluff on its head, and the other a bright red, all resting on her back and under her fluff, which makes you feel especially sad at the site of their neglect. Perhaps you'll adopt them later. You walk up to the bar and sit on one of the stools. Behind the bar is a middle aged Japanese man in a chefs hat sporting the cute fluffy mascot. and white apron, with a sharp stare in his gaze. "Konichiwa! My good friend! I am Greg-san, and I would like to order some food from your fine establishment." You say cheerfully, making a strange emphasis on your pronunciation of the Japanese words. People around you look at you with disaproval as they turn their heads towards you before turning back and eating their food.

"What you want order?" The Asian man says in a very foreign accent and broken English. His serious gaze now on you.'

"Well, what do you recommend to a new customer, such as I?" You say with a smile.

"We have Teriyaki special today."He says in his strong accent. "It popu'rar choice right now."

You smack your lips and think for a second. "Hmmm... Alrighty then! I'll take the special today! And a Mountain Dew, if you have available, Arrigatougowzaimashu." You say, trying to impress with your shoddy pronunciation of the Japanese language.

The Asian man's expression stays stone cold serious and unchanged as he says "Alright, one second."

He yells out in the back in Japanese with clear anger in his voice towards the staff in the back.

"Geez guy, no need to be stressed... He could use a fluffy pal to mellow himself out..." You think to yourself as he heads out to the kitchen in the back, and more yelling happens.

You think you might have heard a screech or two in the kitchen, and crying, but that might have been in your head as it quickly stopped.

You sit impatiently waiting, listening to the cheesy Asian music in the background, your anticipation for your food growing by the minute, as you are surrounded by the appetizing aroma of the food around you. Finally after waiting what seems like an eternity, the middle aged man comes back with a tray holding a warm steaming bowl of vegetables and the most delicious smelling meat you've smelt in... well EVER! He puts the bowl down and hands you chopsticks.

"Here. Your order ready." He says calmly. before serving you a glass of Mountain Dew with ice.

Your mouth salivates at the site of the food in front of you and you eagerly dig in with your chopsticks. You notice the Asian man staring at you intently as you put the first slab of meat into your mouth. You are immediately taken aback. If you thought the food smelled amazing, it was nothing compared to the flavor. The meat is so tender, and all the right amounts juiciness. This meat practically melts in your mouth in a strange yet perfectly done blend of delicious meatiness, soy, and sweetness. If Nirvana had a flavor, this had to be it. You eagerly wolf down the rest of the food into your mouth, chewing the meat down, tearing into it like a voracious carnal beast. This meat is so tender! So savory... It's too good!

"I take it you enjoying your food?" The Asian man asks.

"Yes! Oh my god, this is so good! I would like to order seconds! and thirds maybe! What else do you have on the menu!?" You ask eagerly.

The asian man then smiles, content at your compliments of the food, then offers you the full menu. You then order the "Teriaki Special" again, as well as the "Micro Special Gyoza Extravaganza," since you looooove dumplings. He goes in. More angry screaming in Japanese as the asian chef goes into the kitchen. You could swear you heard another shriek, and more crying, but it's hard to hear over the loud clanking of the kitchen, and all the noise from customers and the outside.

As you wait for your food to arrive, you hum the My Lil' Fluffy tune while sipping your Mountain Dew. One of fluffies from before gets kicked hard off the leg of one of the customers it was harassing for "Nummehs" and "Cuddows," knocking it down, before getting up, saddened. It then starts walking towards you. You also notice the yellow mare with her litter on her back walking towards you as well. They both look up to you nuzzling your cankle as you turn towards them.

"Need nummies and home fow babbehs... You be new daddeh...? We pwomise to wuvs nice mista foweva and eva!" The mare says in a voice you could never say no to as her foals chirp on her back.

The other one looks up at you and says "Me wun away fwom mean daddeh who hit with sowwy stick and give meanie owwies erryday. Me need new daddeh who give wuvs and cuddows and huggies aww day to Pooface, not ouchies..."

Their eager, begging eyes melt your cholesterol filled heart. "Aww... Of course I'll take care of you guys! I'll be your guys' new daddeh, and you can have all the 'wuvs' and hugs you want!" You say with a big warm smile.

"Yaaaay! New daddeh! New daddeh! Wuvs new daddeh!" Both fluffies say in unison as they look up at you with their big bright eyes.

At that moment, your food arrives and you thank the asian man as he serves both bowls of food to you. You eagerly dig in, starting with the gyoza soup. The gyoza soup exceeded your expectation, in particular, the dumplings. The outside of the dumpling was perfectly soft, while the inside melted in your mouth, exploding with exquisitely delectable flavor. It has an extremely juicy savor, but with a perfect blend of a subtle sweet aroma into the flavor and a pleasantly sweet aftertaste. It's so DELICIOUS!

As you are eagerly gulping down your dumplings, the green fluffy begins to impatiently tug on your socks and cheap sandles, while the yellow one looks up at you.

"Daddeh, Pooface wan nummehs... Pooface wan go home!"

You turn to him and patiently tell him "Hold your horses, little guy! After I'm done here I'll give you all the yummiest nummies you'll ever have, okay? I promise." You laugh a little, before asking "By the way little guy... Pooface is a sorry name for a cute lil' fella like you..."

Pooface looks up at you and says "Fiwst daddeh, before meanie munstah daddeh, gibs Pooface name."

You look down shaking your head, thinking how some cruel jerk-faces can't appreciate the cuteness and adorableness of a fluffy and how dare they to treat such a beautiful thing the way they do, while stuffing your mouth full with the dumplings.

" H'as' a h'erriboh name.... You nee' a be' er name. Lemme h'ink..." You say with your mouth filled to the brim with dumplings that you just can't stop yourself from stuffing into your mouth. As you finally finish the last of your dumplings, you turn back to see both fluffies looking at you eagerly. "Alright, I decided, little green guy. You're not 'Pooface,' your name is now Minty."

The green fluffy jumps up and down excitedly "Yaaay! Minty wikes nyu name! Me ams Minty now!"

You then look at the yellow mare and ask "You have a name lil missy?" You smile.

"Nu name. Aways been just fwuffy..." She says sadly.

"AWw that's no good! You and your babies need names!" You say shaking your head before loudly thinking. Hmmm....Lets see here... You'll be... Sunshine! And your babies will be... The red one will be Cherry, the black one will be... Hmmm... Blacky! And finally the lil' yellow one will be Sparkle!" You smile, satisfied with the names you've given them, and by the overjoyed expression of Sunshine, The yellow mare, so is she.

"Wuvs nyu names! Nyu daddeh, bestest daddeh, evah! Wuv nicest, bestest nyu daddeh!" She exclaims happily.

You smile as you turn to eat your Teriyaki Special. As you put the first piece in your mouth, you groan pleasurably. It's so good... You can't contain your gluttonous desire for this food fit for the gods as you ravenously slurp and chew down the food.

"Look at him. What a disgusting fucking pig." You hear one of the customers say in revulsion as they look at you, appalled at the sight of your eating mannerisms. You don't care about them, you don't care that there are pieces of food dripping down your chin and onto your shirt as you eat this heavenly food. You are in Nirvana right now. While you are eating your Teriyaki, you see the asian gentleman from before, looking at the costumers, and probably waiting for someone else to come in and make an order.

You call out to him, "Excuse me, good sir. I must know. What is this teriyaki made of? I've never tasted anything as good as this teriyaki, or these dumplings."

He gives you the same serious look. You look back as you thoroughly enjoy the slab of delicious meat you have in your mouth.

"Teriyaki made of f'ruffy meat, Dump'ring from gyoza soup made with micro f'ruffy meat. All meat on menu, f'ruffy meat. All killed and cooked fresh in kitchen."

A few seconds pass as you stare the chef, trying to process the information that was just given to you. "W-what..?" Is all you can say, your face contorted in a state of horror, shock, and disbelief.

"F'ruffy beaten on chopping board with tenderizing stick right before killing. Beating f'ruffy makes meat sweeter. Micro f'ruffies thrown in pot of boiling water. Boiled alive keep freshness and taste. You seem like gentleman who not shy about his f'ruffy meat. I suggest you try 'Furai Special.' Foal stuffed inside sliced belly of mother freshly killed on cutting board, and fried alive right after being battered in mother. Most delicious, but we only offer for true f'ruffy meat lovers. You try." The chef says as he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

You get up slowly, cold sweats now all over your body as you look down at the bowl containing the meat, that you now know is made from the cutest, most innocent beings on the planet. You feel ill in your stomach as you realize what you just ate. You put down on the counter the money owed for the check, your hand trembling as you set the money on the table.

"N-no thanks.... I think I'm good." Your voice is shaky as you speak.

"Okay... come back again anytime." The chef says, sounding a little displeased, as you walk away.

Your stomach feels queasy. You say nothing as you leave that dreaded fluffy killing hellhole. You feel horrible, sick, disgusting. In one instant your day went from magical to a nightmare. You ate your favorite thing in the whole world AND ENJOYED IT. You contributed to the suffering of cute innocent creatures to satiate your gluttonous desire for food. You're a monster.

You run, crying, trembling uncontrollably, as people get out of their way looking at you with alarmed and uncomfortable looks on their faces as they watch a sobbing, sniffling, weird neckbearded man with food and sauce dripping down his chin and on his shirt, awkwardly run past them, covering his face with his hands, and loudly bawling like a frantic child. In the distance, Mint and Sunshine are chasing screaming desperately "Wait! Don't weave us! Daddeh!"

You finally reach the front of your apartment building and curl up into a ball then you keep crying uncontrollably. A few moments later Mint and Sparkle show up in front of you, nuzzling at your leg.

"Daddeh make sad wawa's.... Minty nu wike seeing daddeh make sad wawa's... it make Minty wanna make sad wawa's...."

Sunshine stares at you with the saddest eyes you've ever seen. Her infant foals chirping and peeping as they lay against her back "Nu make sad wawa's Daddeh..."

You smile at the support of your two new buddies. "You guys are the bestest... I wuvs you both! I want to introduce you guys to your new friends in Daddy's house." You smile.

The both of them now showing excitement as they follow you into your apartment. "Yay! Nyu fwiends! Nyu Fwiends!" They both cry out in excitement.

As you smile from watching their enthusiasm, you then notice, to your horror, that in the back of your mind, you are picturing how the both of them would taste, picturing their succulent meat, flavored with teryaki sauce, in your mouth. You can't get that divine taste out of your head, you realize. Your mouth begins to salivate. You even catch yourself thinking of how much more tender the foal meat of Sunshine's babies must be, than that of an adult fluffy. You can taste it... You then shake your head, thinking to yourself "No! Get that out of your head, Greg! Fluffies are FRIENDS not FOOD! They're not food... They're not food... Not food..." You tremble as you feel a moment of weakness, before clearing your head.

"Everyone!" You call out as you, Minty, and Sunshine with her foals all enter your home. "We have new guests that are going to be staying with us. I want you guys to give them a warm welcome since they'll be part of our family!"

As you say that, you hear a scurrying of feet running across from all different rooms in your apartment, and excited voices.

"Nyu fwiends?"

"Yay! Nyu fwens!!"

"I wan' meet nyu fwiends!"

"Sweet Fluffies Part II: The Temptation Grows" coming next.

Sweet Fluffies Part II: The Temptation Grows

While you, Minty, and Sunshine are standing inside the entrance of your apartment, you are ambushed by a flurry of fluffy little creatures eagerly crowding you and your new friends. You giggle like a crazed schoolgirl at the sight of these little guys crowding you. These little rascals in front of you, seven adults and adolscents, and a bunch of little foals, are as follows: Oreo, a deep brown, dark chocolate colored Fluffy with white on her head; Twinkie, a soft yellow pegasus mare with, a yellowish white fluff with three foals, a black and white speckled foal with black fluff named Twinkly, a blue foal named Blueberry, and a red foal with white fluff named Sundae; An adolscent unicorn with baby blue fur and even lighter blue fluff, Baby Blue; A white mare, Cream, who's expecting; A white stallion with the softest white fur and fluff ever! Cotton; A purple mare, Twilight, with four little babies that only started speaking a few days ago, Creamfluff, Moonshine, Strawberry, and an alicorn named Sugar; and Berrytop, a blue alicorn with red fluff whose special friend, Cherrytop, had suffered a very unusually violent, unexpected, and sudden fluffsplosion right when they were in the middle of their "special huggies" a week ago. None of the newborns inside the mother survived the fluffsplosion, sadly.

The aftermath of the fluffsplosion was rather gruesome too. You had to spend all week scraping the gore and blood off the carpet, wall, frames, and even the ceiling, picking up pieces from the dead foals and whatever parts you could find from the mare that were still intact. Berrytop didn't take the whole experience well at all... At least it's nice to see the little guy slowly getting over his trauma and devastation of losing his special friend and babies. Of course these aren't your only fluffy pals! You have two pillowfluffs that you rescued from the nearby shelter, Minny and Limey, who are napping in the playroom, most likely. You also have a large container housing a nutri-gel habitat of micro fluffies in your room, Chip, Dip, Ship, Fluffs and her brood, Cookie, LilBlackberry, and LilBooberry.

"Aww you guys!" You keep grinning as you reach down with your bloated, fat hand to tenderly pet each and every one of your fluffy pals. "You guys are all the cutest wittle fwuffy pals, ever!"

As your fluffy pals all greet and cuddle with their new roomies, you notice something stained on top of some of your friends' fluff and fur. As you walk over to inspect them, Cream turns to you "Daddeh make sketties today! Be mummeh soon, so Cweam wan' sketties ow Cweam gib sowwy poopies!" She says in a demanding and pouty voice.

"Oh alright, whatever my Creamie wants! Hey hold on a second... There's something on your fluff." You reach down and scoop the gunk that is stuck on Cream's fluff, and inspect it. You immediately recoil as you realize that it's the sauce and bits of "food" from that horrible place. You look at your hands and your face grimaces. Your palms and fingers are still stained with... with. You begin to let out a whimpering noise. Cream looks up at you, tilting her head, confused.

"Daddeh? What wrong, daddeh? Daddeh smeww nummeh. Daddeh habs nummehs for Cweam?" She begins to lick your fingers "Daddeh's fingows taste nummeh!" She smiles.

You immediately pull your hands back as you flinch. You see more sauce on Cream's fluff and fur and your lower lip trembles. You can already taste the meat. "Grilled maybe, or Teriyaki again..." You wipe the drool from your mouth as you begin to salivate excessively. What you see before you is no longer the cute fluffy you love, but the bearer of the most delicious meat you've ever tasted. You can almost hear the pots and pans of that kitchen sizzling that sweet delicious fluffy meat. You hear the cheesy 80's asian synth music in your head so fresh in your memory from that hellhole... that hellhole with that meat whose taste must have come straight from the heavens, bestowed upon mere mortals by the grace of the gods themselves. Angels sing to praise this divine, forbidden meat... This piece of Ambrosia, this heavenly nectar of the gods. An experience of heavenly revelation and ecstacy only the most blessed of mortals have the privilege of experiencing, as that sweet, juicy flavor enters the mouth. Whoever shall be lucky to taste this piece of godly bliss will achieve Nirvana.

"Daddeh?" Cream says with concern in her voice as she looks up at you, trembling as her eyes look at you with a begging and confused expression. You notice the other fluffies looking at you too, clearly concerned and uneasy.

"Daddeh?"

"What wong, Daddeh?"

"Why Daddeh making scawy face...?"

"Cotton scawed...."

"Huu huu... Daddeh scawy..."

You hear, as a unison of anxious fluffies voice out their concern, while they look at you with uncertainty. You break out of your trance and shake your head repeatedly. You can't even look at them right now. You accidentally kick Oreo over as you desperately run away to the bathroom. "S-Sorry!! I'm sorry!" You scream and cry pathetically.

"Owwie! D-daddeh! Why give Oweo huwtie...? what Oweo do? Oweo good fwuffy... Huu huuu..." You hear Oreo whimper, as you slam the bathroom door behind you.

You are hyperventilating, your back to the door before you walk over to the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a fat disgusting pig monster of a man. Your eyes wide with panic and distress, your entire chin and mouth covered in teryaki sauce and fluffy meat. Your favorite Fluffiest Pink Fluffy shirt ruined, stained by sauce and the "blood" of the one thing you more than anything in the world. Your fat bloated belly filled with the death and suffering of fluffies. A protruding belly that is fairly exposed by a shirt that is slightly small on your generous frame and can not cover the entirety of your fat slob belly. You look at your hands, and you find yourself unable to stop from licking your chubby fingers, which are coated in that... sauce. Soo tasty... You then curl up into a ball on the floor and cry yourself to sleep in the bathroom.

You awake to hear scratching and thumping on the door.

"Daddeh? Oweo hungwy... Wan' nummehs" You hear Oreo beg.

"Baby Bwue want nummehs too..."

You then hear more thumping on the door, and soon more begging for food from the other fluffies.

"J-just a second... Let daddy clean up first, then I'll get you guys your nummies" You try to say cheerfully.

You step into the shower and turn on the water. You scrub your body vigorously, but matter how many times you carefully scrub each fold of fat in your body, and how many times you wash your hands, you just can't seem to feel any cleaner. Nothing can wash the shame and fluffy blood. Nothing can wash away the guilt. You want to be free of these dark temptations. You get dressed with spare clothes you find lying around the bathroom and throw your meat defiled Fluffiest Pink Fluffy in the hamper.

"Minty wan nummehs..." You hear, as your hungry fluffies get more impatient. "Tummeh making huwties. Me wan nummehs now!"

"Hold your horses, guys. Daddy is coming out soon! Then I'll make you guys some sketties! How's that sound?" You say cheerily.

You hear all of your fluffies outside the door cheer and jump around in excitement and a collection of "Sketties! Yay Sketties" being shouted over and over. You find a clean enough shirt on the ground, with a picture of baby fluffs on it that star in a show called "Fluff'n'Pals!" then put it on. You step out of the bathroom to have fluffies jumping up on your leg and a few looking up at you eagerly.

"Daddeh! I wan' sketties! Make sketties!" Cream whines as her front legs rests on your leg.

"Cotton wuvs sketties! Want sketties! Sketties!" Cotton sings cheerily.

"Hee Hee, oh you guys are too cute!" You smile and reach down to pet the fluffies on your leg, and then run your hands through their fluffs as they giggle. "Come, lets get you guys your sketties."

You see Twilight and her babies, Sunshine with her infants, and Mint looking at you eagerly as you walk to the kitchen.

"Sketties! Mint not hab sketties in foweva's!" He says excitedly as he follows you.

"Sketties! Twiwight wan' sketties too! Make good miwkies fow babbehs!" You hear twilight say as her brood cheep and cheer excitedly for sketties.

"Sunshine awso wan' good nummehs fow babbeh's miwkies!" She says as she tags closely behind your legs as you walk.

As you pull out the boxes of raw spaghetti, sauce, and other ingredients, you see some of the fluffies up on the stove top. Berrytop, Twinkie, and all her baby foal playing around right on the stove. They all look at you with anticipation for "sketties" as a fluffy head pops out of one of the pots on the stove top. Who else, other than that little trouble maker, Baby Blue?

"Baby Blue wan' sketties!" He squeaks in excitement.

"Hey you guys! You know you're not supposed to be up there! You gotta get off of there if you want daddy to cook them sketties for ya! And Baby Blue, whatchu doin in that pot? That's where the sketties and nummies go! Not cute wittle fwuffies like you!" You laugh.

"Hee hee Sowwy daddeh!" Baby blue laughs, "Make sketties! Pweeease?" He looks at you with the cutest eyes ever!

SKREEEEEE!!!!!

Some of Twinkie's foals, Twinkly and Blueberry, were curiously playing with the knobs and had accidentally switched on the stove burning the mother and Sundae, one of their siblings. It was quite a horrendous scene. Twinkie's fur caught fire from the flames, and one of her hind legs were blazing as she kept screeching and running around, accidently knocking Twinkly off the stove top. There was an audible "UUUH HUUU HUUUU!" as Twinklie rolled around the ground crying out, clearly hurt as tears come out. Sundae's entire backside was caught by the stove top flames as she screamed out "EEEEE!! MAMA! MAAAAMAAAA! SCREEEE!!!" while trying to crawl away from the stovetop. Blueberry ran from the scene of the chaos that he could barely understand he helped cause, and hid behind a box of Kibbles, trembling and crying. Berrytop shrieked, spooked by all the sudden pandemonium, and jumped off the counter, scurrying away from the kitchen.

You gasp and immediately jump to the scene. You scoop up Sundae with one hand, as a flurry of fecal matter shoot out from her, and with the other arm you pick up Twinkie, her mother. You put out the flames on Sundae, before desperately patting out the slowly spreading fire on Twinkie's hindleg. You then pick up Twinkle from the ground carefully, as he cries in your hand and inspect him carefully. One of his front legs is swelling, he might have broken it when he fell...

You look sadly at the group of fluffies on the kitchen table you set them on, all crying, all hurt.

"Mammeh... uuh huu huu... Haves buwnie owwies... bad huwties... Daddeh! Huuu huuu." Sundae cries out

"Huuu Huuu.... huwties... owwie.... Daddeh.... Twinkie habs buwnie owwies...Huu huuuu..." Twinkie whines loudly

Twinkly just rolls and squirms around crying and moaning "Weggie huwt.... Huu huu.... huwties..." over and over.

You hear a sizzling sound and another loud "SCREEEE!!!" behind you. You turn around to see Baby Blue struggling to climb out of the pot as he screams out "EEEEE! Buwnies! Daaaddeeeeh!! SCREEEEEE!" His eyes show a look of desperation as the pot wobbles from his terrified attempts to escape being cooked alive.

"Noo! Baby Blue!!" You scream as you rush to pick him up and rescue him from the pot.

The pot falls down as you do, making a loud *CLANK!* as it hits the ground, narrowly missing Sunshine, and making all the concerned fluffy onlookers to flinch back and shriek from surprise and fear.

You put down Baby Blue on the kitchen table next to the other injured fluffies as he lays on his side and whines out loud.

"Huuu huuu huuuuuuu! Babeh Bwue weggies hab buwnie owwies... Huuuu!" He cries out.

You inspect Baby Blue's injuries. Both of his hind leg leathery hooves seem to be pretty badly seared. You pet him slowly, then the others, while sniffling out loud.

"Poor guys.... i'm sorry... I wish I was a better daddy... then I would have been able to stop this..."

"Nuu... Daddeh best daddeh, not daddeh's fauwt..." Mint and Sunshine say, their eyes looking up at you sadly, before others join in with them, saying the same.

You are about to open your mouth when you notice something... Something smells heavenly... You sniff and loudly snort as your nose greedily takes in this pleasant aroma... It's coming from the kitchen table. That smell, it smells like... Your mouth drools as you walk over to the table. Yes... that divine smell, it could only come from one source. As you look at the little pieces of angelic meat that squirm and moan before, you think to yourself, "NO! They're your friends! How could you think this way about them!?" You break in cold sweats as you suffer this intense, internal emotional turmoil. You feel great despair, fear, and temptation, as you repeatedly smack your lips. You quickly lick your lips over and over. You can taste it... They're helpless... It would be over soon, and then you can taste that piece of heaven again... They love to make their daddy happy, right? That's what fluffies live for, right!? They have something that daddy wants... NEEDS!

You then fall down to your knees, placing both your hands on both sides of your head in a show of manic distress, as you scream out "NOO!!!" The fluffies who were watching all run in terror from this sudden outburst, and hide. You spend the next few minutes hyperventilating, looking down on the ground, sweating profusely. The temptations are getting stronger... You don't want eat your fluffy pals, but you don't think you'll be able to resist the temptation much longer. "Oh god..." You cry in despair as you already are picturing the flavor of that meat again. No! They are the sweetest cutest most beautiful things on the planet! They're so sweet and gentle and loving, colorful... tender... juicy... flavorful... so succulent... and delicious!!! Your mouth drools.

You hear a collective "Daaddeeh.... Huu huu!" from the fluffies laying injured on the kitchen table, and you snap back to clarity. This is not the time for this! Your fluffy pals need you right now! You get up and look at Baby Blue and the others.

"Hold on, my babies, daddeh is gonna make those boo boos go away... I promise!" You say as you then rush to the bathroom to look for the fluffy first aid kit.

You run back with kit in hand, and open it up on the table next to the crying fluffies on the table. You take out the burn treatment ointment and bandages, then carefully inspect the burn wounds on Twinkie, Baby Blue, and Sundae. Twinkie's wounds seem to be moderate, but still bad enough that it has to be treated. Baby blue's hooves are clearly singed. He might not be able to walk on them for the next week or so. Sundae's wounds are the most serious. Over half her lower body is covered with burn wounds and some of the wounds look pretty bad... the fur and fluff from the bottom half of her body is almost completely burnt off. You're worried about Sundae. She might not make it. She needs serious medical help.

You fill up a container in the kitchen with cool water, then get to work. After what feels like an hour of treating each fluffy carefully for their wounds, applying the burn wounds with ointment and gauze, then bandaging them up, and carefully applying a cast for Twinkly, you wipe your brow from sweat. Normally a vet should have been the ones to check them out, but no way are you taking any of your fluffy pals to one. You know just as much about treating fluffies as any vet, and they don't care about fluffies the way you do. Plus you've even heard horror stories of how some fluffies are given unnecessary procedures that end up with them amputated, or neutered even. No way are you subjecting any of your fluffy pals to that.

As you run to get beds for your injured fluffy pals and come back, you hear while you put each fluffy on their beds "Daddeh? Is mummeh okay? Bwoobewwy feew bad..."

"Aww don't worry little guy! Your mommy is gonna be just fine! Here! Let daddeh get you down from there..." You reach out and help Blueberry to the floor.

After you finish carrying each fluffy to their nap and play room, with Blueberry tagging right behind you, you hear "Daddeh! I haewd scawy noises! Limey scawed..."

Two pillow fluffs laying in their respective pillows, Limey, a green pillowfluffy with yellow fluff on his head, who was turned into a pillowfluff at birth, and Minny, a dirt brown pillowfluff who sometimes gets the blues, missing his leggies, as he was a victim of an abuser that had all his limbs amputated not too long before you rescued him.

"Don't worry guys... there was a little accident, but daddy took care of it... Now we just be quiet for a little bit because some of our friends have to rest off their boo boos, okay? Lets watch some FluffTV together." You say as you move in front of the mounted TV, sitting indian style. You pull both pillow fluffs onto your lap. They both wiggle around excitedly. "Wuvs daddeh!"

A show about baby fluffs is on right now, but in the back of your mind you're thinking about that savory taste. You're thinking in the back of your mind about how Minny and Limey taste. You try to block those thoughts out with loud humming. You don't think about the tune, you just hum whatever song that pops up in your head. As you hum, you don't immediately realise that the tune you're humming as you pet both your pillowfluffs sounds very similar to the 80's asian tune you heard in that that Japanese restaurant.

Part 3 Coming next: "Sweet Fluffies Part III: The Enveloping Darkness"

Sweet Fluffies Part III: The Enveloping Darkness

A few hours pass. You had given everyone Kibbles to the objection of most of the fluffies objected, either crying or throwing a tantrum because they wanted sketties instead, even though you promised them sketties first thing next morning. You even had to spend a solid half hour cleaning a big dose of "sorry poopies" that Cream left around the house and on your bed for you, which is never a fun to deal with. Plus, you had to change your pants as she had also struck your legs with her "sorry poopies" rampage. You've just finished putting Limey, Minny, and most of your other fluffy pals to their beds for their sleepytimes. You check up on Baby Blue, who's fast asleep, then Twinkie, and her injured foals. Blueberry is nuzzling his mother's cheek as you check her bandages.

"Weggie huwts stiww... Huu huu..." Twinkie moans in pain as tears fall from her face while she looks up at you.

Blueberry snuggles up next to his mother as he yawns before slowly closing his eyes.

"Hope Mammeh feew bettow..." He says sleepily.

Twinkly twitches a little and whines, "Huuu Huuu... Weggies huwts baaad... It huwts... Huuu... Daddeh..."

You let your blubbery fat fingers run through his fluff and his fur then you gently cover his body with a blanket "Shhh... Rest little guy. You've had a tough day but daddy wuvs you..."

Twinkly closes his eyes after sniffling a little. You then check up on Sundae. She doesn't seem to be doing well. Her breathing seems very labored, and she doesn't seem to be responsive to your calls. You don't know what else you can do other than give her a blanket to cover her so she can sleep more warmly. Hopefully she'll feel a little better tomorrow.

You let out an exaggerated stretch and a big yawn. Taking care of fluffies can be hard and tiring work, and you've had a tough day yourself... plus it's getting close to your sleepytimes anyways. You head back to your room and check on your nutri-gel tank. The micro-fluffies in your tank immediately take notice of you and jump up and rest their front hooves on the glass tank, clearly excited to see their daddeh. You reach one hand inside the tank and let your micro-fluffy pals make their way up their tunnels to jump up at your very plump hand.

"Hee hee, daddeh!" Squeaks Chip, a micro-fluffy with yellow and white fluff, as you start tickling Chip, as well as Ship, a black micro-fluffy with white fluff, and Dip, a tomato red micro-fluffy . They giggle from your tickles.

You join in with their laughter, giggling like a crazed little girl as they roll onto their backs and you tickle their tum tums.

"Daddeh, stawp it! Hee hee, it tickows!"

"Hee hee hee, nuuu! not da tummy tickows! tickowwy!"

How could anyone ever want to hurt these innocent fluffy angels, you think to yourself. Fluffs, a pink micro-fluffy, walks up one of the nutri-gel tunnels with her weanling brood resting on her fluff, and looks up to you.

"Daddeh!" She licks your fingers, her babies sound asleep on her back.

"Aww! Hey Fluffs, hows you and your cute wittle babbehs doin?" You say cheerfully, while petting the other fluffies in the tank, before moving your hand to stroke Fluffs' cheek.

"Hee hee. Babbehs good babbehs. wuvs dewe mummeh and daddeh, and smawt stwong babbehs!" As Fluffs talks, you hear the cheesy asian music play in your head again, and for a few moments what you see is not the cute lil fluffies, but delectable, steamy gyoza dumplings with legs that your hand is playing with. They are right there... within your grasp. Your mind immediately conjures up the image of you crushing them with your mighty molars, their fragile bodies being smashed and ground down to unleash a beatific taste experience in the mouth. Your mouth waters. The little dumplings sense something is wrong and slowly back away from your hand, quivering in fear.

"Daddeh...?" One of the dumplings ask with anxiousness in its voice.

You grin, as you reach towards one of them, your mouth dripping with drool. The little dumplings back away further, trembling more.

"Daddeh is being scawy!"

"Huuu huu huu.... Stop it daddeh! Daddeh Scawing Chip..."

It will soon be over... You forcefully claw at one of those dumplings and it evades your grasp. You growl in frustration.

YOU WILL NOT BE DENIED YOUR PLEASURE!

"EEEE!!" The little dumplings go, as they tremble and run down their nutri-gel tunnels to escape the fat blubbery monster that is no longer their daddeh. You catch one of them before they make their escape.

"Huu huu! Nu! dun eat babbeh! Dip wuvs Daddeh! Pwease! Dip good fwuffy! Nu eat fwuffy!" cries the dumpling you hold firmly in your hand.

As you are about to move the dumpling into your demanding mouth, you snap back to reality at the last second. You take a second look at your hand. A crying, squirming, tiny Fluffy is trying to fight desperately out of your grip.

"Pwease! Nu eat Dip! Dip good fwuffy! Daddeh!!" Dip shrieks in your hand, bits of fecal matter splatter down your arm as he lets out a chunk of "terror poopies."

"Oh god! What am I doing!?" You cry out as you put Dip back in the tank.

Dip sprints down one of the tunnels crying frantically after the ordeal he just experienced. As you look in the tank you see every other micro-fluffy in the tank trembling and shrinking away from you as you lean onto the tank.

"I-I'm so sorry...!" You cry as you gently place your hand on the tank. The micro-fluffies jump back and run from your hand as you press it against the glass. "Please forgive me Dip... I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm sorry for scaring you guys..."

The fluffies in the tank slowly come out of their hiding places. They hesitantly come towards your hands resting on the glass with uneasy looks on their faces. After a few moments, they crowd around your hands and press their front hooves on the glass to reach out to you.

"D-daddeh..." You hear from in the tank.

"You forgive me...?" You ask, your voice trembling from crying. Tears fall down your face.

"Daddeh bestest daddeh... Wuvs Daddeh!" You hear.

"Wuvs daddeh... Daddeh scawe Dip... but Dip wuvs Daddeh!"

"Huu! Huu! Huu.... Daaaaddeehh..."

You hear crying from behind you. "Twinkie wokes up to give babbehs miwkies... and Somefing wong wif babbeh!"

You turn around to see Twinkie crying desperately as she pushes Sundae across the floor near you with her muzzle. You look down to inspect Sundae. She's not moving, not breathing, completely still. You check to feel her heart beat. Nothing. Sundae is dead. You place one hand on the back of your head as you feel a crushing feeling of helplessness. You don't know what to do... You stand up and pick Sundae's body up and cradle her in your arms. Poor thing... Memories of you feeding, cleaning, and playing with Sundae rush to your head. Twinkie jumps up on your leg.

"Pwease hewp Sundae... Sundae bestest babbeh... Huu Huu..." She cries. Your cholesterol pumping heart can't take the sight of Twinkie crying for her baby. You don't know how to break the news to her.

You sniffle and cry a little as you look at Twinkie's begging eyes. You can't find the strength to tell her. You walk over out of the bedroom and onto the hallway, Twinkie following close behind you. You don't know what you're going to do, Sundae's dead, and there's nothing you can do about it. As you walk by the kitchen, an idea pops up in your head. She's dead right? She can't feel anything. It wouldn't matter what you do with her... You'd be making good use of her. It'll be economical, and it'll keep those bad urges away, right? In the end, it'll be good for everyone. Yes... You should eat her... You'll think of something to say to Twinkie about the disappearance of Sundae. She'll believe anything. She doesn't need to know anything, and everything will be okay... Fluffies can be pretty gullible, anyways.

You speak in an expressionless tone to Twinkie, "Twinkie... Go back to the napping room. I'll take care of Sundae, okay? Everything will be fine."

"Pwease hewps babbeh..." Twinkie whimpers.

"I will... Now go back to your room, Twinkie." You say as your expressionless tone now starts to betray a degree of irritation.

"Huu huu... Okay... Twinkie go sweepies now..." She says as she slowly treks back down the hallway to the nap and playroom with her head down low. She looks back at you one last time, her eyes showing that she's on the verge of crying again before she goes inside the room.

You look down at the dead fluffy in your hand. Now you can finally taste it again, after all this time, you can finally be free... Your mouth waters from anticipation, as you take a pan out and turn on the stove. How shall you cook this fluffy? With Teryaki sauce? Maybe. You have some in the cupboard now. "Nahh, some other time" you think to yourself. You decide to put some butter on the pan as you take out some knives and a grater. You cut off Sundae's head with the kitchen butcher knife you took out. You cheerfully hum to yourself as you start using the grater to grind the fluff and fur off of Sundae's corpse. Your hands slowly get drenched in Sundae's blood as you shred pieces off the foal's corpse with the grater. The butter sizzles on the pan, melting, as you finish shaving off the fluff and fur from Sundae's dead body.

You place the dead, defluffed, partially skinned fluffy onto the pan with melted butter. You lick your lips. You can't wait. You take out a spatula and pushing around your meal on the pan to get it to cook evenly. You flip the dead thing over onto its other side. You need to make sure it's cooked properly after all. Mmmmmm.... That smell.... You take in a generous whif of that delicious, mouthwatering smell, letting it take you to your happy place.

"Daddeh...?" Twinkie is standing behind you. "Whewe Sundae go?"

"Twinkie!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? I TOLD YOU TO GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM!" You scream, as you lose control of your temper. You glare with fierce intensity as you look down at this stupid creature that stands before you.

"EEEE!" screeches Twinkie as she runs out of the kitchen. She hides behind the corner of the entrance of the kitchen, and the hallway it leads out into. Her head pokes out of the corner as she looks at you, trembling as her eyes show terror and confusion. "Huu huu... Why daddeh yeww at Twinkie? Twinkie good fwuffy... Twinkie wanna know whewe babbeh go... Is daddeh cooking nummehs? Twinkie smeww somfing tasteh..."

You sigh, then take a few deep breaths to try to regain your composure. You run your hand across your face, clawing it with your fingers, as you raise your chin up and look down at this irritating thing before you. A fierce gust of air escapes through your nostrils as your upper lip twitches. You really want to kick the crap out of this annoying, stupid fluffy shit in front of you right now. Maybe you should eat her. Stupid fluffies who don't listen to their daddy should be eaten. Twinkie senses something wrong as she flinches from your gaze and hides behind the corner again before cautiously peaking back out to look at you. You take one last deep breath and hold out your other hand up in front of you, as if to ask for a moment, while you look away momentarily, to give yourself more time to calm down.

"Listen, Twinkie. Daddy's not mad, just he needs a moment alone, okay? If you love your daddy, you'll go back to go sweepies, okay!?" You finally say after a few seconds pause, trying to sound as calm as you can. "Trust daddy to make everything better." You force a smile.

Twinkie looks at you with uncertainty "Daddeh being weiwd... Twinkie scawed..."

"Shh... Come here, girl... It's okay... No need to be scared... Everything will be alright..."

You walk towards her to pet her and calm her down, when Twinkie suddenly lets out a screech. Her terrified eyes fixate on something on the countertop. Her eyes stare at the very recognizable, but decapitated head of Sundae, whose blood is dripping down the countertop.

"SKREEEEEEEE!!!! BESTEST BABBEH!!!!" Twinkie screams at the top of her lungs. Her terrified eyes dart back between her dead baby's head and you as she backs away from you.

"NO WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN!!" You call out, clearly agitated. Your aggressive tone scares Twinkie more as she starts screaming and running down the hall away from you.

"NUU!! SUNDAE!!! YOU MUNSTAH!!! NOT DADDEH!!! MUNSTAH NUM BABBEH!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" She screams, crying as she runs from you in terror.

You groan in frustration. Great. It was supposed to be simple, just eat Sundae when nobody is awake, nobody would have to find out, and everything would be okay. Now the situation has gotten a lot more complicated than it had to be. Why did Twinkie not stay in her room!? Why did she have to get back up when you were in the middle of preparing your... medicine? She could never understand why you needed to do this. SHIT!

"Wait Twinkie! I can explain everything if you just stop running!! Come back here!" You scream in frustration as you run into the nap room that Twinkie bolted into.

As you walk in the room, you see Twinkie in her bed hiding under her blankie, trembling at the sight of you. You also notice the other fluffies looking up from their beds looking uneasy and scared.

"Scawy noises... Hu hu hu..."

"Oweo scawed..."

"D-daddeh... Cotton heaw scawy noises..."

"Huuu Huuu!"

"Twinkie... Daddeh has a problem okay? A sickness that makes daddy do certain things he doesn't want to do... Sundae was dead anyways. There was nothing daddy could do to help her, okay...? Daddy had to do what he did for reasons you can't understand... He did it because he loves you..." You speak as you walk closer to a now crying Twinkie. "Daddy would never hurt you guys... You know that right? Daddy wuvs you all..."

"Nu! Twinkie no wuv MUNSTAH!! M-MEANIE MUNSTAH STAY AWAY! ...OW TWINKIE GIBS BIGGEST OWWIES!" Twinkie shrieks as she shrinks away from you. You notice her hiding a confused and terrified Blueberry underneath her. She's shielding him from you like you were some sort of threat to him... like you are some sort of monster...

"Listen, you piece of... WHO WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK YOUR UNGRATEFUL FUCKING ASS AND BABIES IN!? HUH!? YOU - AND YOUR FUCKING LITTLE BABIES OVER THERE WOULD BE DEAD - STARVING OR KILLED ON THE STREETS! YOU'D ALL DIE UNLOVED AND FORGOTTEN IF IT WASN'T FOR ME!! OR DID YOU FORGET THAT!?" You scream at the top of your lungs, now losing complete control as you stomp over to Twinkie, who flinches, jumping up from her bed and backing away from you until her backside is pressed firmly against the wall behind her.

Blueberry cries out "Maaaameeehhhh!!! Huuuu! Huuuu! Bwoobewwy scaaawwed!" as he hides behind his mother's front leg, hugging it tightly for protection.

You see Twinkly cry out as he crawls in and hides completely under his blankie. Baby Blue whimpers and cries, "Eeee! Daddeh scaaaweeeeh! Huu huu...!" He tries to awkwardly get up then run and walk as best he could with his bandaged feet away from you, stumbling over, and over.

You here a collective "Huuu! Huuu!" from all over the room. You pause to take a look all around you. all around you as you see all the fluffies in the room crying in fear from experiencing the spectacle that they just saw. You're scaring them.

"... Umm, Daddy has just been having a rough day... So... I'm sorry if daddy scared you all... Please understand... I would never hurt you guys... Ever..." You cry a little. You hang your head down in shame, "Please forgive me..."

You hear collective sounds of crying and whimpering. You look at Twinkie who's still shaking and looking at you with extreme fear. "I'm so sorry Twinkie... I wish you could forgive me..." You say as you reach out to her gently.

"Meanie Munstah!! Stay Away!!!" She shrieks, then, in a flash, her teeth bare down on your hand as she bites down hard.

"AHH! FUCK!" You recoil from the pain and try to pull your hand away, but Twinkie seems determined not to let go. She bit you. She actually BIT YOU! "You fucking pony PIECE OF SHIT!"

You scream on top of your lungs and begin repeatedly swinging your free arm at the fucking fluffy. you strike her head over, and over, and over, making dull thud noises as your blows hit the fluffy in the face. "FUCKING LET GO!!"

Twinkie finally lets go as the last strike sends her reeling onto her side, her face bleeding from your blows. You look down at the damage on your hand as it trembles. That little SHIT left bite marks! She's going to pay, oh she's going to PAY! You stomp towards her with your fists tightly curled up, ready to dole out punishment, you look down at this little pony shit who's crying and and squirming on her side. Blueberry presses back against his mother's stomach, bawling loudly as he sees a fat lard monster whose face is so contorted with rage it looks more like a hideous alien mask than a person's face. He scampers around his mother with terror induced haste, and hides behind her as you approach her.

"Hu Hu Hu Huuuu! Pwease dun huwt Twinkie no mowe, Pwease nu huwt babbehs...!" Tears and snot run down Twinkie's face as she looks up at you beggingly, "Twinkie Pwomise to be good fwuffy... Hu! Hu! Hu!"

"You've been a bad fluffy, Twinkie..." You speak in a low, raspy growl. You raise your foot above her, ready to bring it back down. "I have shown you NOTHING - BUT! - LOVE! - AND! - KINDNESS! - AND! - THIS! - IS! - HOW! - YOU - REPAY ME!? With each pause in your speech, your heel drops down to administer justice to the ungrateful shit in front of you. You finish by kicking her repeatedly in the stomach, which causes her to cry out in pain. "You ungrateful SHITTY FLUFFY PIECE OF SHIT!!!" You scream in rage.

"EEEEE!!! OWWIE! OOWWWWIEEEE!!! HEWP!! HEWP!!! HUUU!! HUUUU!! OOOOWWWIEEE!!" She cries out desperately, jerking and wincing from each blow.

You stop kicking to look down at a shaking, hysterically sobbing fluffy, with a foal behind her crying in a shaky voice "Mummeh... Hu hu..." Your breath is raspy as you hyperventilate. Your fists balled up tight, your teeth tightly clenched. You frantically look around the room.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!?"

All the fluffies scream out in terror, at the outurst aimed at them. Minty, Oreo, and Cotton burst out of the room screaming, along with Sunshine with her loudly peeping brood. You take notice of one fluffy trembling at the far corner of the room, and you briskly walk over to her. It's Cream, that bratty little cunt, You think it's about TIME daddy gives Creamiepie her due for all the times she's given you attitude, for all those times you've had to deal with her "sorry poopies." She squeaks from fright as you walk over to her. You tower over her as she hides her head under her blankie, her visibly trembling hindquarters being the only visible part sticking out from the blanket. You pull the blanket off of her in which you are greeted with sobbing. Her eyes are tightly closed as you reach down and grab a good portion of her fluff and yank her up to off the ground.

"EEEEEE!! Nu scawy uppies! Nu scawy uppies!!" She shrieks.

"Come on girl, I think you and I need to have a good talk about your bad behavior... in the kitchen" You say with a now very gentle voice. You drag Cream across the room and out the hallway towards the kitchen as Cream begs and protests.

"Nu! Cweam be good fwuff! Pwease nu huwties! Cweamie sowwy!! Hu! Hu! Hu!" Tears fall down Cream's face as she squirms around while being dragged by you. She leaves a trail of feces across the carpet. "Hu hu hu... Cweam scawed..."

You notice some fluffy heads trembling in the living room to the left of the kitchen, but you ignore them. You'll deal with them later... You turn right towards the entrance of the kitchen, pulling in Cream with you, who's sobbing pathetically.

"Shhh, girl... Everything will be fine soon..." You say as you trail off at the end.

Part 4 coming next. "Sweet Fluffies IV: Soft Fluffy, Warm Fluffy..."

Sweet Fluffies Part IV: Soft Fluffy, Warm Fluffy...

You are humming to yourself as you cheerfully stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the night air outside. Tonight is a crisp moonlight night. The air isn't too chilly, and the moon is shining bright. Yes, Tonight is a great night to be a fluffy lover. You skip along the sidewalk breathing in that beautiful night air. You stop a and let your arms reach outwards as you take a moment to stretch yourself out. Yup, a pretty great night, you think to yourself as you look up to the sky.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Did you eat someone!?" You look back down and notice a fairly skinny looking man in a coat and skullcap looking straight at you with a very alarmed look on his face. His eye brow is raised up high as if what he is seeing is completely alien and disturbingly bizarre.

"Huh..." You look down at yourself. Your clothes are entirely drenched in blood, gore, and excrement. You look back nonchalantly at the anxious man before you. "Oh. I *BRAAAP!* ate my bestest pals." as you respond unemotionally to the man, You burp out chunks and bits of your fluffy pals. Bits of their fur, meat, excrement, and blood fall out of your mouth.

"What the fuck man...!?" Says the gentleman before you as he takes a few steps back. He's clearly spooked by the appearance of a very obese man whose clothes and arms are soaked in blood and chunks of gore, with the entire bottom half of his face drenched in blood, gore, and bits of shit, not to mention said blood and shit dripping down his chin and neck as well.

You stare at him not saying anything for a while. He shakes his head and raises both his fists up. "You fucking don't try anything man! Or I swear to fucking Christ..."

His face has the exact same expression of fear that your fluffy pals had right before you ate them. You stare intently with a deranged expression entirely devoid of any discernible emotion. The man takes a few more steps back into the street as he distances himself from you. As he looks at you with the same look those little traitors did, in a moment of insanity you begin to wonder what this man would taste like cooked with teriyaki sauce, or deep fried.

"I-I'm not fucking around, bro! You try anything and I'll fucking deck you man!!" His eyes are so wide at this point that you can see the entirety of the shape of both his irises and the whites around them.

After a few moments of you staring at this terrified thing before you, the cold expression on your face doesn't change as you finally turn your head forward and look straight in front of you, now ignoring the man. "It wouldn't taste as good as fluffy meat, anyways... Probably." You say in a monotone. "Maybe some other time."

As you walk further down the street, humming to yourself, you hear cursing and idle threats behind you. Tonight is a great night to be outside.

An hour earlier

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"Pwease!! Hu hu... Pwease nu huwt Cweam! Cweam be good fwuffy fow daddeh!! Huu huu huu!"

Cream kicks around and struggles helplessly as you pull her into the kitchen by her fluff. You ignore her wailing as you toss her up her onto the counter top on the center of the kitchen. She squeals out loud and backs away when she sees a gory mess of blood, fur, and fluff left on the counter right in front of her. You pin her down and grip her fluff tightly to restrain her.

"You know how many fucking times I've just been so sweet to you? I give you fuckers EVERYTHING! I abandoned EVERYTHING FOR YOU PIECES OF UNGRATEFUL SHITS!" You glare down fiercely at a very timid, trembling all the while defecating Cream. " My money, my social life, any future girlfriends... I gave it all up for you all, AND DO YOU FUCKERS EVER SHOW GRATITUDE TO ME FOR ALL THE SACRIFICES I MAKE FOR YOU!!? DO YOU!? All you do is EAT, AND SHIT, AND DO NOTHING!!!" You howl with rage as you slam on the counter right in front of Cream, sending bits of blood and gore everywhere.

Cream yelps in fright and tries flinching back, but you hold her down on the table. She lets out another ear piercing scream as she notices the decapitated head of Sundae. Her eyes widen as she looks at you.

"Don't you worry your pretty fluffy head about her. She was already dead before I got to her..." You say with a suddenly calm tone as you pick up the kitchen butcher knife. You then realize there's a sizzling sound in the background that you hadn't notice at first. You smell something burning on the frying pan. OH RIGHT! YOUR FOOD! You let go of Cream for a second, and start walking over to the stovetop. You turn around and point the kitchen knife at Cream, who's sniffling and backing away slowly from the fluffy gory mess she sees before her.

"Don't you go anywhere. You don't want to make me angrier than I already am." You tell her sternly, as you wave the knife in her direction. "There's nowhere for you to go, anyways."

You hear "Hu hu... Cweam scaaawweeed.... Hu hu huuuu...." but you ignore it. You take the pan out of the stove. SHIT! It's fried to a crisp. It's burnt. You set the pan down by the counter top, then you take out a fork from a cupboard nearby. You pick up a plate from one of the kitchen cupboard and dump the well fried foal corpse onto it with the fork. You casually walk over to the table and sit down. Cream looks at you as you stare at the fried remains of the foal, before you viciously tear into one of the legs like a ravenous pit bull. You bite down on the leg with your molars, and with a powerful twisting motion of your head, you tear a good chunk of fried flesh right off of the corpse. It's burnt, but there are still parts of it that's not half bad. It's still enjoyable. Cream squeaks, trembling at the spectacle of her former daddy eating the fried corpse of a headless foal. She lowers her head and hides her face in between her forelegs as she starts crying harder.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to enjoy my food." You say with irritation as you turn to her.

"Hu hu.... Cweamie scaaawed..." Cream sobs.

You put down your fried foal snack, then pick up the kitchen butcher knife as you walk towards Cream. She flinches and tries to run off the counter but you are quick to slam her head down against the countertop, and pin her down by holding her fluff again. "Don't run away. What would daddy do if his precious fwuffy pal ran away from him? You're making daddy sad, Creamie. That's not okay with daddy." You say, sounding almost betrayed.

"EEEE! Dun huwt Fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv daddeh! Cweamie Sowwy! Pwease!" She cries out hysterically, her eyes wide with fear.

You flash the knife in front of her face which makes Cream writhe and jerk around. She's helpless to your overpowering strength, as you hold her head down firmly. You push Cream down until she's laying flat on her belly, then you quickly hack at her front legs with the butcher knife.

"SCKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! BAD HUWTIES! EEEEEEEEE!!!! HUUWWWTIES!!!" She squeals in agony as you repeatedly hack off one leg, then the other one, with blood pouring all over the counter top from her stumps. She doesn't stop screaming and jerking around in your grip even as you finish hacking off her back two legs as well.

"Shh... Don't cry sweetie... daddeh will make the boo boo juice stop coming out... You'll feel all better soon..." You say in a suddenly gentle voice as you yank up Cream by her fluff, who's wailing and moaning in pain and terror.

"Huuuu! Huuuu!! Huuuuu!! B-baaad huwties!!! OWWIE!! OOWWCHIIIEEE!" She squalls pathetically, as her legless body dangles around in your grip.

You put the knife down and walk over to the stove top. The flame is still on. Good. You casually toss Cream onto the stove top and meticulously take time to press each of her bleeding, legless stumps against the fiery coils of the lit stove top. An ear-piercing scream of agony comes out from Cream as you cauterize her wounds with the stove top. After you finish you pat out any flames off her body as she squirms and wiggles around desperately in your grip. She pants and trembles, her eyes are now looking more dull. She's delirious and barely conscious from the pain. The sides of her furry body are covered in burnt, black coil shaped marks.

"There we go! All better!" You say encouragingly as you smile and pet the side of Cream's face with your free hand. You put Cream down on the counter next to the stove tenderly.

Cream lets out a trail of excrement as she whimpers softly, tears streaming down her half closed, unfocused eyes. "Hu huu.... D-daddeh.... Pw-pwease...." She moans pitifully. "It huwwts...."

You gently stroke Cream's mane, letting your fingers play with her fluff as she sobs miserably. "Don't worry, girl daddeh's here..."

Cream stirs around and begins to let out a long, anguished wail, before her eyes widen, and she screams, "B-big poopies!!! EEEEEE!!"

After a few moments, a spray of blood shoots out from behind her as she groans loudly, and soon enough, you hear peeping and chirping. You look behind Cream and see an infant jet black foal laying on the table wiggling around, as Cream pushes out two more foals, one bright green with wings, and another one snow white with yellow fluff. They're so cute when they're small. You pick them up and hold them in your blubbery hand. The newborn foals wiggle around and chirp loudly for warmth, and food.

"Look Cream... You're a mommy now!" You say excitedly with a blank smile.

"B-babbehs... gibs babbehs to Cweam... huuu... huuu..." She says weakly, as she sniffles.

"AREN'T YOU HAPPY!?!? YOU JUST GAVE BIRTH YOU FUCKING PONY BITCH! WHY ARE YOU FUCKING WHINING!? YOU ALWAYS FUCKING WHINE AND DEMAND SHIT ALL THE FUCKING TIME!! I HATE IT!!" You scream furiously at Cream. She trembles and flinches.

Your stomach grumbles. You're still hungry... You look down at the foals in your hand. They're so cute... but you're so hungry... You then stare coldly at the crying ungrateful shit mother in front of you. She'd be a horrible mother anyways. They'd suffer and probably die from her negligence anyways... Yes, you'd be saving them, while getting something you need from them in return. A twisted grin creeps across your chubby face. You open the cupboards and pull out a griddle pan, then set the loudly peeping and crying foals down on the countertop next to Cream, who wiggles and jerks around, trying to reach her babies.

"Babbehs...!" She calls out softly. Tears stream down her face as she's unable to reach them.

You take out some butter, put it in the pan, then you place the griddle on the stove top, waiting for the butter to melt. You hum noncholantly to yourself as you scoop up the foals in your hand.

"Nuu! Nu touch babbehs! Gibs back babbehs! Babbehs nu nummies! Babbehs need hugs and cuddows!! Nu make babbehs foweva sweepies!!Pweeease!!" She cries pitifully as you drop the chirping foals into the sizzling griddle pan, Who begin shrieking and peeping loudly in distress as they fry in the pan. "NU!! BABBEHS!!!"

The foals scream and cry out desperately as they suffer and endure their hellish fried fate. They writhe and convulse in torment as they keep constantly chirping and screeching out for help. They wriggle around, trying to escape from their burning torment. They won't have to suffer much longer... They'll be quiet soon and everything will be alright.

"I'm saving them from suffering in the long run... You'd be a terrible mother anyways, Creamie." You speak bluntly. "You know, If you want to be with your babbehs so badly, I can help you with that." Your tone becomes more aggressive.

You pick up Cream, who's now crying miserably for her babies, and then press her rear down firmly against the fiery coils of the stove, to burn her rectal opening shut. She makes a howl and squirms in your grip desperately, as a loud hissing noise comes from the burning coils searing her flesh. You wouldn't want her ruining the food with her sorry poopies. You then place her onto the sizzling griddle pan along with her babies, her belly resting on top of the butter and her crying foals. She lets out a miserable, wailing scream as she becomes reanimated with pain. You hold her down onto the pan as she struggles. Bad fluffy mothers need to be punished anyways.

"SKREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!! WOOWWWSTEST HUUUUWWWWTIEEEESS!!!!!!!" That annoying bitch, Cream goes, violently jerking her body around as she takes her punishment in the frying pan.

Mmmmm.... That heavenly smell... You inhale deeply, smiling contently as you take in that sweet aroma. Your mouth is watering again in anticipation. You slowly lick your lips. Maybe next one you cook will be with teriyaki sauce...

"EEEEEEE!!!! BUUUUUUWWWWWNIIIIIIIEEEEESS!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Cream's continuous outbursts are getting really distracting and really fucking annoying now.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!" You howl wildly as you pick up a metal spatula and strike Cream repeatedly on the head and body over and over. She doesn't stop screaming.

You quickly run to pick up the butcher knife and start repeatedly stabbing and hacking at Cream's body. The screaming finally stops when you partially hack off Cream's neck. Her head dangles a little bit in front of her as she now only half a bloody neck to support it. Finally she shuts up...

One of the foals weakly manages to crawl off of under its mother's belly and partially off of the frying pan. Its skin is mostly seared red and pink and peeling off. it's squealing and crying wretchedly. It falls off of the pan and you're quick to try to put it back in the pan with its mother and siblings. In your haste, you carelessly touch the side of the pan while picking up the very toasty, twitching foal.

"FUUUUCK!!" You scream in anger and frustration. You baseball pitch the foal in a display of misplaced rage. "You fucking PIECE OF LITTLE SHIT!" It squeals in confused terror as it flies and slams against the wall, before landing on the counter top, rolling across it.

It convulses, then stops moving entirely. It's okay... You still have the other ones, and the mother. You have plenty of meat. After some time, you pick Cream's corpse off the pan, then you serve the fried foals onto a new plate. The foals seem all pretty decently cooked, though you probably should have put Cream in the stove instead of the griddle to make sure she was more evenly cooked. You set the plate and Cream onto the table in the center of the kitchen. Oh well, hindsight is always 20/20.

You sit down to enjoy your food. You pick up one of the foals and tear off its head. Mmmmmm.... That taste.... Yes... It's so divine... You let your gluttonous desire for the fluffy meat take over as you rip and tear chunk after chunk of the foal, greedily gulping it down. You're in heaven right now as you swish that perfectly succulent, juicy, supple meat around your mouth. The fried tender texture of the meat is exquisite with the fried, slightly sweet flavor. You viciously attack the meat with your mouth, growling a little with each bite. It's sooo good... even their soft bones are delicious with a perfect amount of crunchiness. As you finish eating the fried foals, you take out the butcher knife and start cutting into Cream's stomach. Her eyes stare out blankly up to the back of her head, her mouth open with her tongue out, her face frozen with an contorted expression of suffering. Obviously her last moments alive wasn't the most pleasant. You cut a piece of her tummy off and pull it out, taking a bite out of it. You spit it out. You shake your head thinking to yourself, "Fuck, I should have grated off the fur before I cooked her. Now I got fur in my mouth..." You sigh. Next time you know better.

You then decide to cut at her meat and her insides. Parts of it are cooked well, while other parts aren't properly cooked, or completely raw even. The meat is still pretty good... The fried parts are pretty delicious, and the raw parts aren't too bad, soft texture to it, though the inconsistency of the texture and flavor is off-putting. You definitely should have cooked her in the stove. It's still enjoyable so you can't complain too much... It's also with a nice subtle sweetness... That Japanese chef was right, they do taste sweeter if you beat them before killing them. You rip her stomach wide open with your hands to scoop out her intestines with your fat hands to eat them. You tear and chew at Cream's intestines with animalistic enthusiasm. Mmmmm so tasty... Just like the meat, but slightly sweeter, more mild, with a pretty chewy texture. As you keep eating her intestines, tearing at them with your teeth and the jerking motions of your head You suddenly gag from an extremely unpleasant taste that catches you by surprise. You throw up a little, and chunks of partially digested excrement along with pieces of intestine fall out of your mouth. You chewed on a part of the intestines that had poop in it... You work your tongue around your mouth to find and spit out whatever pieces of feces you could find that that got stuck in your mouth. You are left with an unpleasant aftertaste of fluffy excrement in your mouth...

You let out a generous burp as you get up. You look down at the carnage before you. There isn't much left from the foals aside from bits and pieces of fried meat and small chunks of their bones, and Sundae's half eaten over-fried corpse. The mother's corpse is completely disemboweled. Her stomach is cut wide open, and most of the uneaten parts of the intestines are hanging outside the limp corpse of the dead mother. You walk away from the kitchen, and see, in the darkness, four fluffy shapes huddled in the corner, trembling and hiding their faces behind their hooves. They whine and cry softly, before squeaks and squeals of fright come out from them at the site of you.

"Nuuuu! Dun num Oweo! Oweo good fwuffy..."

"Cotton scaaawed...! Hu hu hu..."

"Pwease nu huwt Minty! Minty is good fwuffy! Minty nu wan foweva sweepies! Huuu huuu huuu!"

"Scawy! Nu wan' munstah to num Sunshine and babbehs... Huuu huuu..."

Seeing your fluffy pals terrified of you fills your fat filled heart with sadness...

"Cream was a bad fluffy... so daddy had to punish her, but he still loves you guys... because you're good fluffies... You love your daddeh just like he loves you, right?" You say sweetly.

All of your fluffy pals whimper and back away slowly at the site of you until their backs are pressed against the wall.

"Scaaawy..."

"Huuu huuu... Munstah Daddeh scawy..."

Your fluffies just cry and whimper, Sunshine runs and hides by the side of the couch. Your bloodied chubby hands quake as they slowly roll into fists.

"You love your daddeh... don't you!?" Your voice cracks as your emotions begin to rise. Tears fall down your chubby face as you see the fluffy pals that you've given your entire heart, soul, and everything to making them happy give in return nothing but fear. It hurts... They're traitors, every single one of them.

"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME!!?!?"

Your outburst sends Oreo, Minty, and Cotton bolting. Sunshine trembles in her corner with her brood now peeping loudly on her back, trails of fecal matter is left on the floor by your terrified fluffy pals. You manage to forcefully grab Cotton and Oreo in each hand, pinning them down, as Minty runs around you bolting towards the entrance of your apartment. Cotton and Oreo squirm and scream as you pin them down with all your weight. They squeal in terror as they pointlessly try to fight your superior strength to theirs.

"You're all traitors!! I gave you fuckers everything and you betrayed me emotionally!! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL!?" You scream with anguish.

"EEEE! Nu huwt Fwuffy! Fwuffy good fwuffy!! Oweo nu wan foweva sweepies!!" Oreo cries out in desperation, her terror filled eyes looking pitifully at you.

"Nu wan be nummie... Nu huwt Cotton... huu huuu...." Cotton sniffles and cries woefully as he squirms around in your grip.

You look at the two of them for a moment, your expression now cold. "I won't punish the one who proves they still love his daddy..." You speak in a very hostile tone.

Cotton and Oreo both quake with fright as they look at you with begging eyes.

"Huu huu... Nu huwt Cotton... Daddeh...! PWEASE!!" Tears fall down Cotton's face as he sobs pathetically.

"Oweo wubs daddeh... Nu huwt Oweo!! Huu huu huu!" Oreo bawls hysterically.

You look at them for a few moments. They seem sincere, but they could be lying. You're not that naive... You sigh and shake your head before glaring down at them.

"I don't believe you." You say coldly "You're lying."

"Pwease dun huwt Oweo! Oweo wubs daddeh!! Oweo nu tewwing fibbies!" Oreo's eyes are now wide with terror

"Buuhuu huuuu.... Cotton nu wan foweva sweepies. Cotton wuvs daddeh... Pwease nu huwt Cotton!"

You tremble with a sudden onset of rage. "If that's true... then why are you afraid of me...?" You speak softly, restraining your increasingly turbulent emotions. You grip both their fluffs tighter, which makes them squeal in pain as you speak in an almost apathetic tone of voice, "You're liars, the both of you. Traitors to the love I have given you all."

"Owwiee!! Daddeh huwting Cotton... Daddeh huwt- SKREEEEEEE!!!!!" You interrupt Cotton by suddenly biting down and savagely gnawing at the side of his face in a display of uninhibited animalistic rage. Cotton screams and convulses in terrible agony as you viciously chew and tear at his face, growling like a mad beast as you do. Oreo hides her face and wails in despair of her situation. After a few moments, you break out of your rage and regain some form of control of yourself. Cotton's face is covered in blood, half his face is missing its skin, parts of his skull is exposed, and his left eyeball is completely chewed off. He's not responsive, but he is twitching and seizing. Oreo cries out uncontrollably. You pet her with your now free hand, as you keep holding her down with the other.

"Shhh.... It's okay... Don't Cry." You speak sweetly as you pet her gently. She suddenly look at your hand and bites down on it. "AHHH FUCK!!"

You scream in shock, then, in outrage,you pick up Oreo and throw her against the wall as hard as you can, which makes her squeal in terror as she soars through the air and slams loudly against the wall with a dull thud. She squirms around the ground when she lands on it, sniffling and sobbing as you stomp angrily towards her. That fucking cunt is going to fucking regret that. You fume as you tower over the fluffy bitch who's writhing in pain on the floor crying.

"That didn't feel good... That wasn't nice at all, OREO!" You raise up your foot then bring it down full force on her ribs. "HOW DOES THAT FEEL!? HUH!!?" You shriek with unbridled fury, as you begin to repeatedly stomp and kick her body.

"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! NUUUU!!! OWEO SOWWY!!!!! HUUU!! HUUU!!!" snot and tears flow down Oreo's face as she lays helpless to your rampage. She flinches from each kick, and she screams in pain as her ribs crack and break. You start stomping on her neck and her head, over, and over, and over. "HUUU!!! HUUU!!! DAAAADDEEHH!!! PWEEEAAAASEE!! OWWWWIEEEE!!!"

"CUNT! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE BEING AN UNGRATEFUL SHIT TO!? YOU FUCKING THINK YOU CAN BITE ME!? YOUR DADDY!!?" Your rage is uncontrollable at this point as you keep kicking the head and body of Oreo in, even long after she finally stops moving or making any noise.

You look down at the motionless body of Oreo, as you hyperventilate. Her body is deformed and misshapen, parts of her body is swollen, and other parts as sunken in as well as bleeding. Her head is completely bloody and kicked in. She's not breathing. There is no movement. She's probably dead. You turn around to look at Sunshine, who flinches as you approach her.

"D-dun huwt Sunshine and babbeh's...! She says, as her body shakes from fright.

You pause for a moment. What should you do with her? She's no different. She's afraid of you just like the rest of them. You punt her in her stupid fucking face, which sends her reeling off to her side. Sunshine's babies fall off of her and onto the floor as she hits the ground crying. They begin crying and peeping for their mother as they crawl and squirm around in the ground. They're too young to understand what's going on.

"buuhuuhuuu..." Sunshine whines, tears falling down her face as she looks up at you.

You pick up her fluffies and hold them in your arms.

"Nuu! Babbehs!!" She screams with extreme angst and fear. She gets up, but you punt the side of her face, knocking her back down again.

"The entire lot of you! You take advantage of MY KINDNESS -" You baseball pitch Cherry, the red foal, hard onto the wall which makes an audible dull thud as she hits the wall with force. "- AND MY GENEROUSITY!" You grab and pitch Blacky with all your might against the well as well, who squeals as he flies. Another dull thud is heard as he slams the wall hard. Black and Cherry stop moving after writhing and twitching on the ground for a bit. "You're ungrateful for all the gifts I've given you all. YOU'RE ALL UNGRATEFUL!!" You shriek at the top of your lungs as you start to foam at the mouth.

Sunshine hides her face behind her front legs and trembles while sobbing. "B-babbehs... Huuuu.... Huuuu... Dun huwt Fwuffy..."

You hold a peeping, crying baby Sparkle by the back of her neck in front of Sunshine, who screams, "NUU!! NU HUWT BESTEST BABBEH!!!" Her eyes wide with horror.

You glare down at Sunshine and forcefully thrust Sparkle, her baby, down her throat. Sunshine gurgles and chokes as Sparkle gets stuck deep in her throat. She gets up and stumbles around for a bit before finally collapsing and losing consciousness. Her eyes roll to the back of her head then she stops moving. You're still not satisfied, you're still angry, and... hungry.

You get up slowly. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you are sweating heavily as you pant loudly. you notice Twilight with her crying foals, and Baby Blue watching you from the hallway, whimpering and crying. You walk over down the hall to them. Twilight bolts to your bedroom, and Baby Blue stumbles around trying to clumsily get away from the bloody morbidly obese, fat monster foaming at the mouth coming at him. He can't get far with his injured, bandaged legs.

"EEEE! Nuuu! Munstah daddeh gun num Baby Bwue!!" He falls down as you catch him and kneel down over him.

You flip him over onto his back, as he lets out a flurry of terror poopies, and you tear at his stomach with your teeth. He squeals as you rip his soft, tender tummy wide open with your molars and canines, exposing his entrails.

"SKREEEEEEEEEE!!!! SKREEEEEEE! WOWS-WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!! EEEEEE!!!!!" He lets out a tormented scream of fear and pain, as you chew at and pull out his intestines using your teeth with a carnivorous fury.

Baby Blue squirms and screeches pitifully as he uselessly struggles against the obese predator eating him. You chew and tear at his bloody entrails voraciously like an enraged beast, growling and snorting as you lose yourself to the act of eating this prey in front of you. You black out to the bestial fury and hunger as it overtakes your mind completely. When you come to, you look down at Baby Blue whose eyes are staring blankly up to the ceiling. His body isn't moving as his bloody corpse just lays there with most of his entrails pulled out. You need more...

You get up and lumber over to your bedroom. You see Twilight hiding under your bed, shaking, as she looks at you with fear and despair. Her foals whimper and cry as they hide under her mother's fluff. She really thinks you can't see her? You walk over to the bed, kneel down, and forcefully grab her by her front legs making her scream in terror. Your sudden pull and lift send her foals reeling off their mother.

"NUU!! BUUHUUUHUUUUUU! NUUU HUWT FWUFFIE!! NU HUWT BABBEHS!!!!" She screams, tears flow down her face as she struggles against your grip.

You hear a collection of "Mummeh!!!" and crying from the foals as they huddle near their mother and hide their faces against her tummy.

"Dun huwt Twiwight! Twiwight good fwuf- KEHH -!!" You kick Twilights face in with stomps while she's in the middle of begging.

You keep kickin her face in until it becomes severely swollen and deformed. She goes quiet and stops moving. Her foals scream and cry for their mother as they nuzzle their face against her fur. In your cold fury, you stomp at two of the foals, Strawberry and Sugar, then scoop up the other two, Creamfluff and Moonshine as they fight and squirm in your hands. Strawberry isn't doing much aside from rolling around occasionally and twitching, with her eyes staring blankly outwards. Your stomp really did a number on her. Sugar is screaming in pain and agony, her tears are flowing freely, as she awkwardly limps and crawls around aimlessly on the ground.

"HUU!!! HUU!!! WEEEEGGIIIES!!" Sugar shrieks. Her back legs look completely twisted and bent in a very unnatural manner.

"MAAMMEEH!!!" Cries out Creemfluff and Moonshine as they uselessly struggle in your hands. "Huu huuu! Wan Maaammeeeh!!"

You quickly shove Creamfluff's head into your mouth, and with a mighty crunch of your molars and a powerful jerking motion of your head, you tear her head clean off. Her headless body twitches in your hand as you try to chew on her head, while drinking her blood that flows in your mouth. You toss her body and then spit her head out as Moonshine looks at you with terror and panic. His eyes are wide open.

"EEEEE!!! NUUUU!!! MUNSTAAH NU NUM BABBEH!!" He yells out in fear as you move his body closer to your cavernous, open mouth.

You chew off his leg, which makes Moonshine let out a high pitched squeal of pain. and chew on it. Mmmm... Soft and crunchy. There's bits of fur but you don't care. you swallow his leg after you finish chewing it to paste, then you bite off his other legs. After you finish eating them, you notice Moonshine is whimpering softly and staring off with unfocused dulled eyes. He's barely conscious from the pain. You decide to end his misery by ravenously chewing off his face, and eatin his eyeballs. When you are finished, all that is left of his face is a bloodied faceless skull with chunks of meat still on it. You toss his limp body to the side and look down. Strawberry stopped moving and breathing. she's definitely dead. Sugar is still wailing pitifully and crawling around aimlessly on the ground. You stomp her head, crushing it flat. She's not moving now, just like the rest of them.

You look over at the micro fluffy tank. Your micro fluffies are scurrying around in terror, and hiding in their nutrigel tunnels. You walk over to the tank, kick it to shatter it open, and scoop up the crying micro fluffies in your hands. As you hold one of them dangling over your wide open mouth you hear shrieking and protest from the terrified little fluffies.

"Nu! Dun num Dip! Dip Good Fwuffy!! EEEE!!!" It screams as you drop it in your mouth and begin making short work of it with your teeth, but not before it lets out a small outburst of terror poopies on your face, which you ignore.

The other fluffies squeal and wriggle around desperately in your grip. You drop each one into your mouth, one after the other, each one squealing and crying, unleashing terrorfilled bowel movements, before meeting their fate inside your gluttonous mouthhole.

As you drop Fluffs, the tiny fluffy, into your mouth who shrieks "Huu Huu! Fluffs wubs Daddeh...!! Nuu num Fwuffs!! Babbehs need Mummeh!" you notice her little squealing litter underneath you all trembling in fright, squealing "Nuu! Mummehh!!!" as you eat Fluffs. You scoop them up in your hand and swallow them whole as they squeal. Your stomach grumbles a little. All that raw fluffy meat seams to be making your stomach in not the most pleasant of moods... You might have diarrhea later tonight, but you don't care. You need more fluffy meat... You get up and pick fur and shit from your teeth with your fingers.

You notice Berrytop trembling at the hallway, hiding by the corner of the entrance to the fluffy nursery room, and Twinkie, who's clearly injured wobble and clumsily run down the hall with her foal riding on her fluff, Blueberry. Berrytop squeaks in terror as he notices you approach and grab him by the throat.

"Nu huwt Bewwy -" SNAP! you forcefully wring Berrytop's neck, and carry his now limp body with you as you walk into the nursery and play room. You see Limey and Minny both laying on their pillows, looking at you with scared and wary eyes. You drop the body of Berrytop and briskly walk over to your two favorite pillowfluffs in the whole wide world.

"Aww.. You guys still love me don't you? DON'T YOU!?" You scream with manic instability. "Let's go watch some fluffTV guys..." You say with sudden calmness.

Minny and Limey both shudder and cry as you pick them both up, sit down in front of the flatscreen TV in the room, and have them both sit on your lap. You turn on the TV, your eyes wide and bulging out with a demented expression as you have soft smile on your face. Minny and Limey both sob quietly in your lap as you pet them, smearing some of the blood and gore of their former fluffy friends onto their fur and fluff.

"Good fluffies... You'll never betray Daddy..." You speak in a lifeless, almost distant tone.

There's a show about baby fluffies getting ready for sleepy times. It's a show that centers around fluffy lullabies, and simple-to-follow bedtime stories for fluffies. Even though your eyes are planted on the TV screen, you're not really watching it... and judging by the fact that both your fluffy pals are too busy crying in your lap, neither are they. Minny lets out a blast of terror poopies on your lap, mostly hitting your shirt.

"Huu huu... Minny scaaawed..." Minny whines softly.

"Minny... How many times have I told you not to go poopies on daddeh's lap? You speak sternly. "You're supposed to tell daddeh when you have to go use the litterbox, silly."

"EEEE!! Minny Sowwy! Dun num Minny!!! Huu huu..." Minny starts to sob more.

In the sudden excitement of things, Limey gets terrified and bites your hand, leaving teeth marks on your hand.

"OWWW!! YOU LITTLE!" You suddenly scream furiously, as you stand up, knocking both fluffies to the floor. You're no different than they are... ALL OF YOU ARE TRAITORS!!"

You stomp Minny's face in as he screams! "Nuu! DADDEH!! MINNY SOWWY!!! NU HUWT MINNY!!! OWWW!!! OWWWWWW!!! HUU!! HUu!!!" His begging and crying goes unheard as you repeatedly stomp and kick his helpless body. You finish by stomping his neck in, making Minny convulse and seize on the floor as he makes gurgling noises. You look at your hand, then you look at Limey. "Daddeh is going to have to punish you for being a bad fluffy..." You speak in a low raspy voice.

"Huu.... Hu.... Wimey Sowwy...." He whimpers, as he wiggles his stumps around helplessly as he lays on the floor.

You pick him up forcefully by his fluff and carry him out of the nursery, stepping over the corpse of Berrytop. Limey cries and begs to be not eaten, but you ignore him. You almost trip over Baby Blue's dead body, kicking it to the side in frustration as you walk across the hallway. When you reach near the entrance to the kitchen, you notice the door to your apartment is partially open. That damn door has been giving you problems for a while. You'll talk to your landlord about this tomorrow, but not before you finish your business here... Minty and Twinkie might have gotten away from you, but oh well...

You walk into the kitchen, which makes Limey scream in terror as he sees the blood and gore that decorates the kitchen. He begins to sob uncontrollably. You place him on the countertop, when you suddenly have an idea... You look in the cupboards and pick up a meat tenderizing mallet. You walk up to Limey who's crying desperately.

"Nuuu! Dun Huwt Wimey!! Wimey wuvs Daddeh...." He whines.

You raise the mallet and look up and away from Limey. You bring down the mallet full force. Limey screams as you feel the mallet make contact with something soft. You start humming that asian tune to try to drown out Limey's screams and cries of pain. You swing down as hard as you can

"Owwiee!! Why Daddeh do dis...? Huu huu... Daddeh nu wubs Wimey No mowe...." Limey cries out pitifully.

Precious memories of you and Limey spending time together, laughing, giggling, and having fun together swarm into your head. Tears fall down your fat cheeks, but you smile and begin humming louder to drown out the memories as you swing the mallet down again hard.

"SKREEE!!!! Daaaddeeehh.... why...? Daaaddeh! Huuu... huuu..." Limey screeches and moans in pain.

More memories of when you first found Limey in a fluffy pet shelter. They were going to put him down when they said they couldn't find any owners for him. "His puke green colors are just too unpleasant to look at." They said. You told them off for how horrible they were treating fluffies and you remembered how you demanded to give Limey to them, whose name was "Bean" back then. You hum louder, more tears fill your deranged looking eyes as you smile wider, thinking about that sweet succulent flavor. You swing down again

"Oooowwwiiieee!!! Daddeh think Wimey bad poopy fwuffy... just wike mummeh and mistahs at owd pwace say befowe daddeh... Huuu huuu..." He lets out a grief stricken wail of anguish.

You ignore his cries, as you keep humming louder and louder to drown it all out... You keep swinging that mallet, over and over. Each time, Limey cries out, each time you hum it out. You then get the kitchen knife to finish your former fluffy pal. You take the grater and begin to scrape off the fluff and fur from Limey. He was your friend so he deserved better than your other fluffy pals... who betrayed you. He'll be eaten with dignity... He's in a better place now anyways. You then carefully cut his head off, and slice out slabs of skin and meat onto a new pan you pulled out. You begin cooking several slabs of the fluffy meat onto the pan for a few minutes, before taking out some teriyaki sauce and glazing the meat with it. Mmmmm.... It smells heavenly... Almost like that restaurant. Memories already flood back into your head when you tasted that delectable Teriyaki Special... It was so delicious...

When it finally finishes cooking, you take out the cooked fluffy slabs of meat glazed with teriyaki sauce and put it in a plate on the table. You could hardly wait to no longer contain your desire for this slab of divinity. You tear at it and chew it down with a vicious passion. Mmmm... the teriyaki sauce goes so well with the fluffy meat, which is so soft, juicy and tender... with a nice but subtle dose of sweetness. As you finish the slabs of meat, you hungrily lick the plate clean. This was so delicious, but it still didn't compare to the Teriyaki Special of the Japanese fluffy restaurant. You need to go back... Hopefully they're still open... It's not that late at night anyways.

You get up and start walking over to the entrance, when it all suddenly dawns on you... What have you done!?? You look around at the mayhem you've cause and collapse in despair. You hug your knees tightly as you curl up into a fetal position to sob quietly to yourself. You killed them. You killed and ate the one thing you love more than anything in the world. Your stomach is home to the suffering and torment of fluffies... All for your sick hunger for them. You're a monster... You designed the interior of your apartment to be as friendly to fluffies as possible... Colorful walls... Minimal furniture for less chance of your fluffy pals to get themselves hurt... toys... It almost looked like a nursery school... but now it looks more like a morbid nightmare... The whole place littered with disturbing fluffy corpses, and stained in their blood and gore. As you cry and sob pitifully. A small black figure crawls across the ground whining pathetically.

"Mummeh... Whewe's mummeh...? Hu... Hu...." It's Twinkly, one of Twinkies foals. She must have left him behind when she ran away from you. "Daaddeeh... What happen...? Whewe's mummeh... Twinkwy scaaawed... Munstah gone...?"

You look at Twinkly, who looks so sad and pitiful as he crawls around with his broken leg from his accident before... You stare at him for a second and hold out your hand gently. He looks up at you, he somehow doesn't know that you were the one who caused all of this... He thinks it was a monster, not daddy... He crawls up to your hand, nuzzling agaist it, before climbing onto it. You gently raise him up to close to you, before you suddently let out a raspy growl and tear off his head with your molars and the jerking movement of your head. you hiss and growl as you tear and eat away at his head and his body.

When you finally finish, you feel free. You get up and think. "You know what? Tonight looks like a great night for a walk! Why am I trapping myself in this dingey stupid apartment?" You smile and think to yourself, "I'll just get new pals later! All this stressin is just no good for ya, Greg. Life is too short." You walk out of the apartment, humming to yourself cheerfully. Yup tonight seems just like your kinda night. Your stomach grumbles in discomfort, but you ignore that.

Part 5 up next. "Sweet Fluffies V: Furai Special!

Sweet Fluffies Part V: Furai Special!

You cheerfully hum to yourself as you happily skip across the sidewalk. There aren't too many people walking around tonight. It's a brisk, beautiful moonlit night. It's cool but not too chilly. Yup, a perfect night for walking. You notice people deliberately going out of their way to avoid being anywhere near you, some even going out of their way to walk into the middle of the street to evade being close to you. They look at you like you're a monster or the Devil or something. It might have to do with your appearance. You're covered, drenched in fluffy blood and gore. after all, but you don't care. It's such a nice night out and who cares about haters anyways.

You stop for a moment to look around. What do you feel like doing tonight...? Hmmm... Maybe you'll take a couple stops at your favorite local Chinese restaurant? Or perhaps you'll go back to that Japanese place... with the delicious meat. Your mouth waters as you grin, your eyes roll back and you groan pleasurably as you reminisce about that succulent sweet taste... Yes your night won't end until you taste that piece of heaven again.

As you keep walking down the street, you notice a store around the corner, Fluffco, a moderately small petstore for fluffies and fluffy related things. This was where you bought most of your fluffy's toys, food, bedding, and other things for your fluffy pals. You remember also buying and rescuing some of your fluffy friends from this place, namely all your micro pals....

As you walk by, you see, in the corner of your eye, a horrific apparition. You turn in fear to see a bloody, shitty, freakish, monster with terrifyingly blank eyes staring rght you. It only took you a couple seconds to realize that you were staring a reflection of yourself on a window. Is this really you? What happened...? How did everything fall apart so fast? This is what fluffies did to you. You gotta clean yourself up. You don't look presentable. There's Fluffco in front of you, maybe you'll use the bathroom there to clean yourself off there. You decide to walk in through the opening glass doors.

As you enter the building you notice Anton working the register, and Lisa stocking things up on the shelves and aisles of the store. Anton is a fairly built, athletic looking young guy, but he's always a jerkface to you. He clearly doesn't care about his job at all. You remember how you would always look down on him because he doesn't care about fluffies nearly as much you do. Too busy being a meathead jock, really. How he ever got the job to work in that store instead of you is a wonder. Lisa, on the other hand, is a rather beautiful young redhead with amazing emerald eyes, the softest voice you've ever heard, and she's got a rather curvaceous body if you do say so yourself. That bitch, however, publicly shot you down the other day, much to the very evident amusement of that jockface douchebag, Anton. Yeah, that was one painful moment you'd rather forget. Just remembering it brings back the same feelings of humiliation...

"Welcome to Fluffco, How may I- HOLY JESUS!" Anton started saying unenthusiastically, not even looking at you at first , but recoils then freezes for a moment, his whole upper body snapping back from the recoil, as he finally sets eyes on the morbidly obese man in front of him that's covered in blood, with an unsettling blank stare, and over half his body soaked in blood. He yells out, "JESUS - FUCKING - CHRIST, GREG! What the fuck is up with you, man!? Did you fucking eat a kid, bro!?"

You stroll on by, completely ignoring the startled douchebag looking at you from behind the counter. Lisa looks over to see what the commotion is about, and she lets out a high pitched squeal at the sight of you. As you walk around the store, you notice a tank of micro fluffies for sale. You bend over to take a closer look at them. They look like delectable little gyoza dumplings... You keep bending over further to get an even closer inspection of them until your right cheek is pressed against the glass, and your hands rest on the tank for support. Mmmmmm... They'd make good dumplings. The micro fluffies notice you and begin frantically running around their nutri-gel tunnels to try to hide from the bloody lard monster pressing against their glass habitat.

"EEEEE!! Nu huwt fwuffy!!" One of them yells, as the fat gore-drenched horror in front of them smiles at them, as he smears a bit of blood on the tank with his hands. "Fwuffy scaaawed!!"

You look at the little dumplings with gluttonous desire, you claw and scrape at the glass a little with your hands, spreading more blood across the tank. A sickening, twisted grin betraying your carnivorous intent for these creatures slowly spreads across your face.

"Mmmmm... Gyoza dumplings..." You groan pleasurably. You want to eat them so bad... "They look soo good..."

"G-Greg, Are you okay...?" Lisa speaks gently as she looks at you with discomfort. You ignore her for a few moments as you intently stare at your potential meal.

"I'm fine, Lisa." You finally say unemotionally. She doesn't really care about you anyways, "I just came in here to wash myself off in the bathroom"

"O-okay... umm... yeah... Greg, I think you need help..." She says, OBVIOUSLY faking concern for you as she speaks with her soft, breathy voice. She apprehensively keeps her distance from you. "You're umm... covered in blood... And.. I wasn't going to say anything... but you smell like shit, Greg... Umm..."

"Yeah, I got dirty rescuing a mare from... a pack of wild dogs. It was a really struggle, as you can obviously see. That's why I'm so bloody" you say bluntly.

"Um... Yeah...Greg you're scaring me..." Lisa looks at you uneasily.

"I just want to use the bathroom." A hint of aggression slips through your otherwise stoical monotone. You look at her with a cold, blank stare which makes Lisa flinch and bring her trembling arms up tight against her chest for protection, as your eyes look straight through her as she avoids eye contact with you. Wow, She looks so cute when she's scared. You turn your gaze away from her and get up slowly. You shouldn't be wasting your time like this...

"Hey! Greg, dude. What the fuck are you doing? Just- just get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak."

You hear an annoying voice of a certain familiar, ANNOYING douchebag behind you, but you ignore him and keep walking. "Didn't you fucking hear me bro!? I said get your fat, fucking, fluffy loving, useless ass out of this fucking store. I WON'T tell you again."

You feel a hand grip your shoulder strongly from behind. As you stop in your tracks you feel a certain emotion of rage building up inside of you, the same rage you felt with Cream and the others... Yes... These are bad people. They're assholes, pricks...

"HEY! FUCKER! I'm fucking talking to you! Don't you fucking ignore me, you piece of shit." You feel the back of Anton's hand slap your head from behind. "Didn't you hear me!? I'm about to kick your fucking ass, if you don't get up and - "

You suddenly turn around and let out an enraged howl worthy of a cornered beast, as you swing your arm out full force like a crazed gorilla. Anton is caught off guard and sent reeling backwards crashing onto the shelves in the aisle behind him. He was obviously not expecting that. You lose control as you bludgeon Anton's bloodied face with your heavy blubbery arms again.

"FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU ANTON!!! YOU FUCKING DOUCHE!!" You scream out, losing complete control.

Anton manages to shove you back, sending you stumbling backwards before you finally catch yourself. He wobbles on his feet, trying to regain his unstable sense of balance. His face is bleeding, and his nose is crooked.

"Wha-What the FUCK!? What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Anton cries out, holding his face, Lisa looks back at you with fear as she goes to check on Anton and hold him as he leans against her. Anton looks at you with shock and rage, "THAT'S IT! I'M FUCKING CALLING THE POLICE ON YOUR FAT LARD ASS. THIS ISN'T OVER, MOTHERFUCKER!"

You growl menacingly at the two of them before you run out of the store. They were both looking at you like you're some demon or unwelcome monster! Those judgmental PRICKS! You should do something about it, but Lisa already was dialing up her phone, most likely calling 911. You don't want to go to jail. Fuck them anyways, Anton was always a d-bag, and Lisa's a cunt anyways. You pout indignantly as you walk down the streets for a while, kicking whatever rock or refuse with your foot that happens to be in your path, when your stomach suddenly grumbles loudly. Oh no, your tummy is really cramping up, and you doubt that Anton and Lisa are going to be fine with you using the store bathroom after that incident. You start to run down the street desperately. You need to find a bathroom.

"Oh boy! It's coming! I can't hold it!" You scream in pained distress as you hear your bowls growling like a beast and feel your ass preparing for the oncoming onslaught.

As you keep running, blasting your way threw pedestrians blocking your way, the shit that's yearning to come out keeps pushing against the the dam that is your ass cheeks harder and harder. You can't remember the last time you've clenched so hard in your life. Your running posture becomes more strained, your upper body leans back as your hips push in forward, You desperately press your hands against your ass to keep your cheeks tightly closed, all in an effort to make full use of your gluts to stall the imminent flood waiting to happen. You can't make it to the next open store, you need to make an emergency stop, NOW.

You see an alleyway. That's your ticket! You run into the alleys and find a dark spot. You immediately squat down and desperately pull your pants down. You scream loudly as the dam that was holding back the torrent of shit is unleashed. It started rather quiet and not so violent as you'd first anticipated, but it picked up quickly. a loud, continuous "FFFPT!!" sound echoed throughout the alleyways as pressurized liquid fire escaped from your asshole. "Uuuuggh...! I think those little shits gave me food poisoning..." You groan pitifully as your ass is punished by the hot, steamy, volatile shit that flies out of it, defiling the walls and alley streets with your unusually rancid liquid feces. After you finally finish after what seems like minutes upon minutes of nonstop shitting you slowly get up. It smells awful in here... You notice a stack of papers by an alley door and decide to use them as toilet paper.

After doing a good enough job cleaning yourself, you notice a group of feral fluffies hiding from you under various boxes and piles of trash in the alleys. They must have been spooked by the sounds. Your curiosity is piqued. You go over to one of the fluffies you see hiding underneath one of the boxes in the alleys, kneeling down over it as you lift the box away.

"EEEE!! Nuuu! dun huwt fwuffeh and babbeh!" A crying, trembling orange fluffy with white fluff looks up at you, while holding a chirping tiny yellow foal with red fluff close to her body. "Pwease nu huwt fwuffeh and babbeh..."

You push over the fluffy and pick up her foal. She desperately tries to reach for her baby, but you smack her hard with your free hand, making her fall over, as you sit back on your knees. It's these motherfuckers that ruined. It's their fault that your life is hell right now.

"SCREE!!! MAAAMAAA!! MAAAMAAAA!!! -PEEP- BABBEH SCAAWED!! NU WET MUSTAH HOOMAN NUM BABBEH!!!" The terrified foal screeches as it squirms in your hand.

You grin sadistically at the foal as you move it closer to your slowly opening mouth.

"Dun huwt babbeh! Pwease, ish wastest babbeh!" The stupid mother cries helplessly as she looks at you with begging eyes.

" -PEEP- -PEEP- MAAMAA!! HEWP BABBEH!! HUU HUU!!!" The foal cries desperately as its head is now in your mouth. "Nuu Wan' beh nummeh!! -CHEEP- Nu wan' munstah hooman num babbeh!! -PEEP- Maamaaa!! -CHIRP- Babbeh Scaawe-"

You bite down hard with your molars. The foal instantly goes silent as you feel its skull give way to the power of your bite. A loud, audible crunch is heard as you chew down on its head. Its body twitches then goes limp as blood and gore is sprayed all over the place from your mouth as you chew down on the foal's now mushed up head. The mother screams and cries desperately for her now dead baby, but she keeps her distance from you. Strings and chunks of gore hang from your mouth and the foal's headless carcass as you hold the body over your mouth and squeeze the dead foal with a tight grip to squeeze out more blood from it. You chew and tear out pieces of its tender raw meat from its headless stump. Raw but still so good...

"Hey... What the hell is that guy doing!?"

"Eww! That guy is, like, oh my gaawwwd! He's soooo gross!"

"Haha! Ohhh man, You guys see that!? That dude took a massive, nasty shit over there, and he just fucking ripped the fuck out of that shitrat, mayn! Hahaha! This is one of the crazier shit I've seen all fucking day!"

"I think he's homeless, I wouldn't get near him..."

You look over and see near the alley exit are a group of people crowding around to see the spectacle in the alley. They are looking at you like you are some freak show in the circus... You feel shame, and outrage. You're not a fucking display for people's entertainment!

"What the fuck are you all looking at!? I'm a person with feelings, okay!? Just like the rest of you assholes, okay!? EVERYONE HAS THEIR BAD DAYS! FUCK OFF!!"

You scream with unbridled emotion as you squeeze out more blood from the foal carcass into your demanding mouth and all over your chin. They are looking down at you, judging you... They're judgmental motherfuckers. Like they're any better than you!

"You're all ASSHOLES! EVERY ONE OF YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!! STOP LOOKING AT ME!!" You scream with uncontrolled ferocity.

You bare your blood soaked teeth and hiss at them with savage hostility akin to a wild, rabid animal. Fluffy blood oozes out freely from your mouth like a waterfall as you hiss and growl with vicious intent, making everyone jump at the sight of you. Your eyes are so wide open that they practically bulge out of your eye sockets. You get up, still looking back at those motherfuckers staring at you. You stand still, with the dead foal in hand, before you finally start to walk out of the alley. You give one last hiss at the onlookers as they more than gladly move out of your way. You toss the dead foal over the shoulder, and you hear the mother run over to her baby.

"Huu huu... Wastest babbeh... habs Wowtest heawt huwtehs... Huu huu huu..." she cries desperately.

You shake your head. Why are you letting yourself get the blues over all this commotion? Tonight's a beautiful night and you should enjoy this walk to the fullest! You tuck in your arms and bring your elbows to your side and let them swing as you begin walking more energetically, with a skip to your step, and humming cheerfully. You then smell something... Yes... That pleasing aroma from that place... You lift your head up and being greedily snorting in that smell over and over. Your loud, pig like snorting makes all nearby onlookers clearly very uncomfortable and unnerved, even though your appearance alone is probably unnerving enough as it is. You're clearly an effective human repellant right now, judging by the empty circle that opens up around you as incoming pedestrians go out of their way to avoid contact with you you. You don't care, they're all haters anyways. All you care about is getting to that restaurant, and eating that delicious food again...

You find yourself standing in front of that familiar restaurant with the cute yellow fluffy mascot in its sign. You notice a sweet looking little Asian girl who's probably in her 20's standing in front of the entrance, and politely greeting passersby and any customer entering the store. She also seems to be selling t-shirts that display the yellow, happy fluffy mascot of the restaurant with the chef hat. You walk over to the restaurant entrance.

"Kon'nichiwa! Hello! Please try our foo-UGH! BLEH- AACH!" She started off cheerfully with a big smile at first, even cutely bowing at you with courteous enthusiasm, but she immediately tenses up with fright and disgust, gagging at the site and smell of you. She doubles over and covers her mouth and nose as your offensive odor overpowers her. She looks away, coughing. "-cough- ACH! Ugh.. U-um..." She seems at a loss for words as tears fall from her tensed up face.

"My! Aren't you the most KAWAII little thing on the planet!" You say, smiling sweetly.

You then look down at yourself. Oh right... You're still filthy and covered in blood and shit... Great first impression you're leaving here...

"Hey lil' missy! How much money are one of those shirts? I would like to buy one." You ask earnestly, as you look back up at her.

"U-umm.. Twenty-five dollars..." She says, she looks at you with uncertainty and fear for a second before looking away. Her face is strained as she holds her nose.

"Alrighty then! Hold on..." You reach into your pockets then you pull out two ten dollar bills and a five dollar bill from your wallet and hold out the money for her to take. "Here ya go!"

She looks at the dollar bill, clearly uncertain about and afraid to take money from your hand, before she finally, and very cautiously reaches out with a trembling hand to take the bills from your hand. She then picks out a shirt, obviously of the largest size they have, and hands it to you without saying anything. You take off your shirt, put on the shirt she gives you, which is a little small on your generous frame, then you toss your old shirt away. It lands near the Asian girl, and she squeals as she looks at the discarded shirt with wide eyes. She jumps away from the shirt like it was tainted with something evil that you shouldn't be near. She then looks back at you clearly afraid, with her arms tightly tucked in against her chest in a gesture of fright.

You smile at her sweetly and say, "Arrigatougouzaymashu, little lady!" She doesn't respond to you as she then nervously looks down at the ground, but you ignore that rude gesture.

You walk into the restaurant and look around. You are greeted by that familiar cheesy Asian music, and that savory smell... Still the same as before, a few customers here and there are sitting at the tables, and that same middle aged Asian man is standing behind the bar at the back of the restaurant taking an order from one of the patrons. You decide to make a quick stop to the bathroom. With the way your face is right now, you'd probably be kicked out.

You find the bathrooms by the rear corner of the restaurant and go in. The bathroom inside is moderately well kept. The white floors and walls are pretty clean and nice looking. You walk over to the sink and turn it on. Before you in the mirror is a miserable looking fat man staring back at you, with dried up blood caked down your mouth and chin. You spend the next few minutes meticulously washing out the blood from your face and neck. By the time you're done, you look pretty presentable, and thankfully, the shirt you're wearing right now is mostly black, so any bits of blood on most of your body won't show through. As you feel content with your cleaning job, you walk out the bathroom.

You briskly walk over to the bar in the back and take a seat on one of the stools. You look at the Asian chef standing behind the counter and you hail him.

"Hello, my good sir! I'm sorry for the abrupt departure earlier! I've come back to order some of your fine food from this fine establishment." You grin cheerily at the man.

"Hmmm..." The Japanese chef stares at you with an uncertain look as he closely inspects you. You feel paranoid that you might have not done such a good job cleaning yourself as he doesn't say anything for a while, while staring intently at you. He finally responds, "Okay. What you want order?"

"Hmmm... I think I'll go with a Teriyaki Special.... and what else do you have on menu? I'm feeling a little adventurous today, good sir." You say enthusiastically.

"Today, we also have Sea Sashimi Dynamo Roll, Sea Fin Udon Soup, Sea Super Tempura Special, Micro Gyoza Special Extraveganza, and Furai Special... We have menu fo' various refreshments as well, if you 'rike." He says with a serious tone.

You smack your lips as you decide what to order, "Hmmm... You know what? For today... Lets just go with Teriyaki, and... Furai Special, why not?" You finally say.

"Okay. Be there with your order soon." He says in his thick accent, as he goes back towards the kitchen. Angry screaming in Japanese fills the kitchen, "Guy is as stressed as ever I see..." You think to yourself.

You hear screeching and screaming, and then out of the kitchen runs out a familiar green fluffy. It's Minty... One of your pals that ran away from you...

"EEEE!! Hewp! Hewp! Minty nu wan be nummeh!!" He screams out, crying as he looks around desperately.

Angry screaming is heard as one of the chefs from the kitchen chase after Minty, a younger asian chef. He picks up Minty by his fluff, as he uselessly kicks and struggles in a vain effort to try to escape the grip of the man holding him. He sounds almost angry, but amused with Minty as he says something in Japanese. He walks back into the kitchen with the fluffy in hand. Throughout this whole incident, no one else bothered to look for more than a few seconds before going back to enjoying their food.

"Nu!! Pwease! Nu wan be nummehs! Huu huu!!" Tears flow from Minty's face as he keeps struggling pitifully. He lets out a blast of terror poopies as he's dragged back into the kitchen.

The young Japanese chef pauses to inspect the trail of shit that Minty, the screaming and crying fluffy, had left behind. He sighs and shakes his head, obviously displeased. You hear the chef start to speak in Japanese with almost playful mock displeasure and amazement to Minty.

"Wooow.... You left a big mess, you shitting rat!" is all you can translate before he starts laughing and saying a bunch of Japanese to his coworkers that you can't pick up with your subpar grasp of the Japanese language. You hear laughter in the kitchen from the chefs, as Minty is pulled inside kicking and screaming desperately for someone to save him. Soon after, a petite Asian lady starts mopping up the poo left behind by Minty. You hear screeching and crying in the kitchen, before it abruptly ends. More shrieking and crying follows a couple times soon after, then sudden silence every time, aside from pots and pans clanking in the kitchen.

You hum, tapping your fingers on the bar impatiently, as you sit idly by waiting for your food to be ready. The delicious aroma of the restaurant doesn't help make the time go any faster.Each time, the chef comes out wit a dish, you look up eagerly, but are followed with disappointment as he passes the dish to another customer on the bar or have the waitress bring the dish to one of the waiting customers sitting in the tables behind you. You pout quietly as you listen to the background music, then let out a sigh.

"Your order ready" You hear, as the middle aged chef from before walks out of the kitchen looking at you.

You see the chef come back with two dishes, one in each hand, as he walks towards you. YES! You've been waiting too long for this moment! You raise your hands up in front of you with your fingers wiggling around excitedly as you are eager to grab and dig right into those dishes containing your much needed delicious sustenance. Your mouth drools in anticipation as you intensely stare at the delectable aromatic dishes placed in front of you.

The middle aged Asian chef looks at at you for a moment, then goes off to do other things behind the bar. You look down at your two plates. Mmmm.. They both smell sooo good... The strips of teriyaki are glazed with a perfect brown, almost gold color. Bits and pieces of sesame seeds are seasoned on top of the strips. The Furai special has a fried and battered, headless fluffy, with most of its stomach cut open. Inside of it, though, is clearly where the prize is. Melted cheese lies in the interior cavity of the fried fluffy, with a defluffed, fried and breaded foal resting inside. It looks so good...

You grab your chopsticks and eagerly dig into the Teriyaki strips, deciding to save the furai dish for last. You wolf down and tear at the perfectly tender and succulent pieces of meat like a crazed beast overcome with a gluttonous passion. You moan pleasurably as you take each perfect little strip of teriyaki-flavored nirvana into your mouth and let each savory piece unleash its heavenly juices into your drooling mouth. This is definitely better than the meat you cooked back at home. Bits and pieces of the meat falls out of your mouth as you chew with your mouth open. You notice people staring at you in disgust. You don't care how it looks when you're eating... you're enjoying your food too much.

After you finish your Teriyaki Special, you look at the Furai Special and eagerly fish around the plate. You want to save the best parts for last, namely the fried foal. You pull out bits of cheesy meat from the interior... It's so tender with a subtle hint of sweetness... and the cheese accentuates the flavor... Its soo good! You restrain yourself from just forcing your head into the dish of fried perfection. It's so delicious, but you should try to eat at least with a little class... Pieces of melted cheese fall down your mouth. Mmmm, Even the cheese is amazing. You finally look at the fried foal and eagerly reach in for the fried little piece of gold in the center. You recoil back in shock as you see the breaded thing twitch slightly.

"H-hu... hu... m-maammeh... why... munstah... hoo-hooman g-give... buwnie huwtie... to Bwoobewwy.. and... mammeh...?" The foal weakly speaks. It twitches slightly again, hardly able to move due to it's breaded predicament....

Its Blueberry one of your former pet foals...! and the fluffy he's stuffed inside must be... Twinkie, his mother... Blueberry was conscious when they fried him inside his mother... He must be so terrified... Poor thing. He smells so delicious though. It's best you put him out of his misery. You pick up the barely conscious foal with your chopsticks and fit him inside your mouth. You bite down on him to end his suffering. Mmmm... Mercy and compassion never have been so tasty... and crunchy! The stiff, very breakable, bready exterior gives the perfect contrast to the soft, juicy, tender, succulent interior. This is definitely one of the best meals you've ever had in your life. You eagerly tear into the rest of the cheesy meat of the mother. By the time you finish, your face and your shirt are covered in fried grease and teriyaki sauce. You're so full right now. Your ravenous hunger is satiated. You feel liberated.

You turn to the chef and ask, "Excuse me, but I must know, how do you make these dishes so tasty? I tried getting into the world of cooking fluffies, but I can't make my dish turn out nearly as well as yours do."

The chef looks at you and smiles, clearly flattered by your question, "Years of cooking experience and practice, also some trade secrets. You seem 'rike nice gentleman so I 'ret you know some trade secrets. It is important to always press colon or use suction tool to force out all feces from f'ruffy, otherwise everything get hit by feces when you work on them. You must beat f'ruffy right after shaving off their fur and f'ruff, then once again right after skinning them." He makes a downward swinging motion with his fist as he speaks about beating them. "This ensures their meat has the right amount of sweetness. " He looks at you, then continues, "Do not kill f'ruffy until right after you add spices and are ready to cook them. Cooking f'ruffy while alive also add different f'ravor for dish as well. Try both to see what taste best."

You think hard on the information the chef told you. "Ohh... No wonder my dishes didn't turn out as well..."

The chef nods at you then says, "Also very important to cook f'ruffy well. F'ruffy meat easily tainted, and can cause illness if not cooked properly."

You look down uncomfortably, and bite your lip for a second, as you remember the alleyway shit you took. No wonder...

"Wow, thank you for the information, my good sir. Anyways, I have to get going, umm..." You try remember whether the chef told you his name or not.

"Eiichi" The chef responds.

"Well Eiichi, it was nice knowing ya! I'll certainly be coming back to try some more of your delicious food!" You say optimistically.

You get up and pay the check, bidding Eiichi, your new Japanese pal, a good night, before heading out towards the exit. As you walk out to the street, you notice a feral golden yellow fluffy with orange fluff walking around, looking eagerly at passerbys who ignore her. She has four sleeping foals on her back; a black foal with red fluff; an especially puffy, fuzzy looking blue foal with white fluff, a violet foal with darker purple fluff and a horn on its head, and a white foal with wings on her back. She looks at you, takes a few steps back as she is scared at first. She eventually approaches you cautiously and looks up at you with begging eyes.

"Nice Mistah be nyu daddeh fow fwuffy an' babbehs? We pwomise to gibs nice mistah wotsa hugs an' wubs!" She says, her eyes lighting up with hope.

You pause for a moment, then grin slightly. "Of course I'll be your new daddeh... What's your names?"

The golden fluffy looks up at you and smiles at you with the sweetest smile ever. "Yayy! Nyu daddeh fow babbehs an' fwuffy! Fwuffy hab nu name, fwuffy just fwuffy!"

"Hmmm... That's no good! You guys need names! You'll be... Goldilocks, your babies will be... let's see... The black one will be Blackie. The blue one will be Fluffles. the purple unicorn will be... Raspberry, and the white pegasus will be... Snow!"

"Yay! Wuvs nyu names! Daddeh bestest daddeh! Wubs new daddeh! Fwuffy habs nyu wawm home fow babbehs!" Goldilocks says cheerfully.

"Of course I'm the bestest daddeh, I always give everything for my fwuffy pals." You smile. "By the way, you'll have to wait till I clean up my house until I can get you guys inside... There's a bad meanie munstah inside, and I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost my newest fwuffy pals to the big bad meanie munstah..." You say with exaggerated sadness.

"EEE! M-mustah!? Scaaawy!" Goldilocks cries out, her face looking like tears are ready to start flowing.

"Don't you worry your fluffy head about it. Daddeh will take care of that meanie munstah, but you have to stay outside of daddeh's house until he does, like a good fluffy... kay?" You say with a sweet smile.

"O-okay... Gowdywocks be good fwuffy and wisten to nyu daddeh." She says looking at you with concerned eyes.

"Good girl..." You laugh a little. "Don't worry, your new daddeh will take great care of you! Just trust in your new daddeh, kay?"

"Weawwy!?" Goldilocks' eyes light up as she smiles at you.

"Of course! Now lets go home!" You say with optimism in your voice.

"Okay! Wubs nyu daddeh! Gowdywocks awways be good fwuffy fow daddeh!" She says as you both walk down the street going home.

"Alright... We're nearly there!" You say cheerfully as you see your apartment complex coming up.

END OF SWEET FLUFFIES PART V

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