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"