Fluffy Mind Games

The next day I went ahead and let out Liffle and the family, I was met with the usual cacophony of “Yay pway time, gif nummies, want sketties!”

I ignored it and let them run around with their balls and toys. Rivet gave me his usual evil stare, but I decided not to punish him this time. Today would be the last chance he got to act like he was better than me.

I went to Runty's room and opened the door, finding him curled up in the fluff of Foody, who was now long dead. He was covered in blood and had a huge smile on his face. I woke him up gently.

“Wha go on?” he asked. I gestured to the open door. “Can go pway?”

“Yep, go right ahead. Have a great time.” I replied, watching as he ran out into the living room, bounding along the way. I followed quickly, not wanting to miss the fun.

Runty soon saw the family playing and ran over to them as quickly as possible. He made straight for Liffle who was currently running around with a piece of string, laughing. He leapt onto her fluff and climbed onto her belly, hanging tightly to her.

“Mummeh! Mummeh, I wuv oo!” he cried, nuzzling his head into her side.

Well, this is unexpected.

Liffle turns to see him and rolls onto her back, thinking it's one of her babies already. She lays back when she looks down and notices his missing wing. She gives him a sniff.

“Dis is the bad babbeh, the smewwy one! Get wid of it!” she moaned, rolling over and knocking him off her belly. Runty looked up to her, tears in his eyes.

“buw I wuv oo Mummeh. Gif hugsies? Pweas?”

“No, stoopid Babbeh, go way!” she cried, kicking him away from her. Runty tumbled across the floor, landing next to Softy, who smiled at him.

“New fwien wan pway?” she said, hugging him tightly.

Runty went to hug her back, when Liffle hurried over and picked her up. “No, is bad Babbeh, leave alone!”

She turned to face Runty and puffed her cheeks out. “Nu gif hugsies. Nu gif nummies. Bad babbeh, if nu go way, I gif big owies and u go long time sweepies!”

She turned around and moved towards Licky, bending down to pick him up. Runty had had enough. He ran towards her and leapt onto her back, digging into her fluff, surrounding her vagina. She began to scream and ran around in a panic.

“Ahh, ahh munsta gif owies! Munsta gif owies in poopie pwace, poopie pwace owies! Hewp, hewp!”

I stood watching, not wanting to get involved. Liffle ran about and hurried to the litter box, screaming.

“Big poopies, owie poopies! No make bad poopies, no bad fwuffy!”

She got to the litter box but it didn't help. There was no shit to expel. She fell onto her back and began rolling about in agony, moaning. The babies however had no idea and thought it meant it was nummies time, so they just climbed onto her belly and latched onto a teat, sucking away contentedly.

“Mmm, nummies! Yay wik nummies!” Softy cheered.

“Wivet, Wivet hewp! Got owies!” Liffle continued, as she rolled around in the litter box, getting shit all over her fluff.

Rivet, who up until now had been playing with himself; since he was no longer allowed special hugs, got up and hurried over. He looked at Liffle rolling about and did the only thing a fluffy can think to do when they're in pain.

Hugs.

He leant in and hugged her tightly, unaware he was now crushing the babies that lay on her belly. But he was never that smart. He did try to rape the kids after all.

“Nu, nu hugsies! Babbehs git squish! Nu!” she began to cry, weeping uncontrollably. Under all the noise, I began to hear the babies crying out.

“Mummeh! Owie! Owies! Gif hugsies, pwease!” they pleaded, unaware that they were being killed by their precious hugsies. Meanwhile Liffle kept on writing and groaning as Runty worked his magic from the inside.

Soon Liffle cried out in great pain. There was a spray of blood and it began to run between her and Rivet. She soon stopped moving and grew quiet. Rivet smiled.

“Der, hugsies make bewwer! I gif babbehs hugsies nau!” he went to stand up, when he suddenly slipped in the large puddle of shit that had flown out of Liffle when she died.

He fell backwards and started to cry. “huuu, huu huu, got huwties!”

Runty was on his chest, biting him all over. A large gaping hole was now in Liffle's stomach, which blood oozed out of. Licky saw this and moved towards it.

“Yum, Sketties!” he cried and put his face into the blood filled wound. He soon fell in face first and began to drown, legs waggling about in the air. “No wike, sketties smeww nu pwetty! Mummeh hewp up, wan up!”

His sister stopped sucking her dead mothers teat and moved to help him, hugging his legs. “Der bwudda, hugsies make bewwa!” she said, hugging him.

Sure enough it worked, as his legs stopped moving. But probably because he just drowned in his mothers blood.

“Siwwy bwudda, no pwace for sweepies!” she said, before suddenly crying and running about frantically. “Need poopies! Poopies, nu wait!” She leapt off her mothers stomach and ran around in the litter box, frantically trying to find a corner that wasn't already covered in blood and shit.

“”Need make poopies! No make bad poopies, or daddeh be angwy”

She carried on running around, eventually pooping on the very edge. Meanwhile, Runty was still mauling Rivet and had moved down to his crotch. With one fell swoop he bit off Rivet's dick and swallowed it whole. The fluffy began screaming and running back and forth, panicking.

“huu huu huu, pee pee pwace huwt! Got owies! Softy, gif hugsies!” He said, running to his daughter, grabbing her and thrusting his crotch towards her. The fucking idiot.

Runty made one quick run up Rivet's body and onto his back, before ripping his face to shreds. Rivet fell down and gurgled as he slowly bled out, probably drowning in his blood as well. Runty jumped to the floor and saw Softy. The last survivor. He ran to her, when she looked at him and smiled.

“New fwien, wan hugsies?” she said, already having forgotten how all her parents had died. Or maybe she just never realised at all, fluffies are fucking idiots afterall.

Runty moved towards her and smiled, hugging her tightly. For a minute I was disappointed, until he ran behind her and mounted her. Good boy Runty. He began to rape her wildly, ripping her open with his thrusts alone.

“Huuu Huu Huu, no wike speshial hugsies, nu fer babbehs! Mummeh, mummeh hewp! Got owies, poopie pwace huwts!”

But of course no one was alive to answer. I watched on as he kept on, until he got bored and began chewing on her neck, while he was still going. He eventually finished both chewing her neck and raping her senseless, leaving her dead body laying on the ground. He lapped up some of the blood off the floor and then saw me. He ran over and jumped onto my foot.

“I wike pway with fwiens! Gif sketties pwease! Gif hugsies!” he asked, blood and flesh dripping from his mouth. I picked him up and carried him to the kitchen.

“Come on Runty, let's get you clean first.” I said, filling a pot with water.

“Thank yu daddeh!”

I dropped him into the pot of water and put it onto the stove, turning the gas ring on underneath. He smiled and splashed about, before feeling how hot the water had grown.

“Daddah, no wike wawa, too hot! Wan out, wan up!” he cried. I smiled at him and turned the ring onto full.

“No Runty. You may have murdered all the fluffies, and it was bloody fun to watch, but you made a fucking mess of my living room. So now you die.”

I put the lid on the pot and listened to him screaming.

“Nu, Daddeh I sowwy! I cwean, I cwean! Pwease no gif owies! Got huwties, gif hugsies!”

I ignored his pleas, feeling content with his suffering, when he uttered the dumbest thing possible.

“Pwease mummeh, gif hugsies! Wuv mummeh, I sowwy!”

I lifted the lid and looked in at the moulting foal, his fluff now floating around in the pot, as his skin turned a bright red, lumps of it falling off from his body.

“You fucking idiot, you murdered all your mothers. You deserve this.” I grabbed a bag of salt and poured it over his head, hearing him scream as it irritated his wounds, screaming as he boiled alive.

Fucking fluffies.