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..."