Sweet Fluffies

  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!