Fluffy Mind Games

by Abuser

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Random, Sex, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 6976

A man adopts two fluffies and their babies, and soon thinks up a great plan to ruin their lives

A man adopts two fluffies and their babies, and soon thinks up a great plan to terrorize them in the future. But until that day comes, he has to rely on old fashioned punishment.

Published 2013-01-22 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-22 19:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

I had always been interested in fluffies and had finally decided to get a pair. I bought them last week, and as it turned out, I had gotten a breeding pair, one of which was already pregnant. I called the female Liffle and the male Rivet, given the horn on his head. The pair seemed happy enough to play with each other.

They had already been trained in bad poopies, which made my life easier, though a lot less fun. But I was looking forward to punishing the babies when they arrived. Liffle was due any day when I got her, so I was eager to get started.

Fortunately I got a chance to punish them within the first week. Rivet had been playing with Liffle when she ran into a table like an idiot. Rivet looked at me and blamed me completely for it.

“Dumb hooman, yu make Wiffle owies! I gif u big owies now!”

I grabbed the pair by their manes and took them to the kitchen. They both shit themselves in fear, making a terrible mess. Rivet would be cleaning it up later. As I took them to the kitchen, they both began crying and apologizing, even Liffle who had done nothing wrong. I took them to the freezer and opened the lid. It was deep and empty, perfect for fluffy punishment.

“This is the sorry box. If you misbehave you get put inside. Rivet, in you go. Liffle, you sit here and listen. If you ever misbehave, you also will go inside.”

I dropped Rivet in, who started shivering when he felt how cold it was. I slammed the lid shut and sat Liffle on top. She could hear him cry and plead for help as he got colder and colder. I left him in there for a good half hour, before pulling him out. His fluff was frozen and covered in ice, and he was terrified.

“Now, who is in charge here?” I asked him.

“Yu awe Mistah Daddeh! I be gud Fwuffy now!”

“Good. Pay attention Liffle, or you'll get the same treatment.”

She nodded, and that was that. I took them back to the living room, and rubbed Rivet's nose in the shit.

“You made bad poopies. Clean the mess up, now.”

“How Mistah Daddeh?”

“Eat it. If you don't, you'll go back in the sorry box.”

His eyes froze, and he began to eat and lick the carpet clean, frightened. I smiled. The fluffy was a quick learner.

After this, they both behaved and never said a word against me. About two weeks later, the birthing began. I was sat watching TV at the time, when Liffle got up and began running towards the litter box frantically, crying.

“Nuuu, nuuu, big poopies! Big poopies not wait, I no make bad poopies! No want upset Mistah Daddeh, no want sowwy box!” she yelled. I was glad to see the training had stuck.

She hurried to the litter box, followed by Rivet, who pushed her into the box, watching as she rolled onto her back. I knew what was coming and jhad thought up a great plan for one of the foals. I stood back and left them to it.

“Oooh, big poopies, make poopie pwace huwt, nuuuu” she cried. As she pushed one of the little fluffies straight into the litter box, who began crawling around blindly, chirping loudly.

“It's babbeh! Babbehs are here!” Rivet cheered as he prodded the tiny baby. “Hewwo babbeh, new fwiend?

The baby continued crawling blindly towards her mother, who was continuing to push as another baby appeared. The first baby had now crawled onto the mothers belly, and she looked upon it and smiled.

“Hewo babbeh!” she sniffed at the baby on her stomach, before smiling. “Is gud babbeh, hav nummies!” She licked the foal clean and watched as it latched onto her teat, sucking eagerly.

The second baby now crawled onto the mother as well and groaned, before also being given the seal of approval as it latched onto the second teat and began eating. The third baby soon appeared and fell onto the sandbox with a thump. It began chirping loudly and crawled to it's mother, while Rivet looked on, confused.

“Dis babbeh no wook good,” he said, as it clambered onto its mother. She looked at the small brown pegasus, noticing it only had one wing on it's back. She gave it a sniff and frowned.

“Eww. No smeww pwetty. Dis bad babbeh,” she knocked it off her stomach back onto the litter box. “Wivet, get rid of bad babbeh, it nu haf nummies”

Rivet nodded and picked it up by the fluff, carrying it away from the mother, who smiled at her foals chewing eagerly. He dropped it onto the floor and puffed his cheeks out, trying to appear tough, just as he had tried when he tried to exert his dominance over me.

“You bad babbeh. Go away or I gif big owies!” he threatened. The little runt kept chirping, before crawling towards his father. He reached a hoof out and kicked it away, causing it to cry louder.

“Tummy huwtie, wan nummies...huu huu wuv ou daddeh” it mumbled as it lay on the floor. He was about to step on it when I intervened.

“No Rivet. Give it to me, I'll deal with it.” he looked up at me and smiled.

“Otay Mistah Daddeh! I go pway wif new babbehs!” he waddled back to Liffle and began to smile at his new fluffy kids.

I scooped up the runt and inspected him, checking it's gender. A boy, perfect. He was missing one wing however, but otherwise was perfectly healthy. All four legs, not malnourished. Hardly a runt. But I had plans for him. I carried him to my secondary safe room, a safe room being a place for fluffies to play without injury. He looked up at me as I shut the door and smiled feebly.

“Nu Daddeh? Gif nummies?”

I nodded. “Yes Runty. I'll give you nummies, here, meet your new mummy” I put him down in the room, and introduced him to the feeding mare I'd bought yesterday.

She sat in the middle of the room and smiled when I came in. She rarely saw me, and I left her to her own devices. Despite only having her for less than a day, she knew how to make good poopies and was able to feed herself. She smiled when she saw the little runt.

“New fwiend?” she asked.

“Yes, this is Runty, he needs feeding though, so you've got to look after him. If you don't, I'll make you huwties.”

She froze at the mention of pain and instantly scooped up Runty and attached him to one of her teats. “Is gud babbeh, I gif him gud nummies. Hewe, haf miwkies!”

The runt smiled and began suckling happy. I left the two to feed and returned to see how the others were doing. Liffle was laying on her back, smiling as her two fluffy babies chirped happily, feeding. I bent down and inspected them.

“Wook Mistah Daddeh. New babbehs! Is gud babbehs, pwomise!”

I lifted one off and gave him a prod. Liffle cried out as I took him away, but I shot her a stern look that made her quickly change her tone. She returned to feeding her current baby. I held the new foal upside down and gave him a slight squeeze, causing him to cry and utter his first words.

“Nu huwties! Mummeh, gif hugsies!” I put him back down onto Liffle's belly, who instantly hugged her baby and reassured him. I repeated the same steps with the second foal, before putting it back down. I wanted their first experiences with me to contain pain, so they learnt their place.

“Make sure they learn how to make good poopies, or I'll hurt them properly next time.”

“Yes Daddeh, I make suwe they do gud poopies!” Liffle said tears streaming down her cheeks. I left the duo to it, watching as Rivet began to lick up Liffle's mess she made during child birth, like the good fluffy I raised him to be.

I returned to check on Runty, and found him nestled on Foody's belly, smiling.

“Wuv nu Mummeh, gif gud nummies!” he said, chirping happily in-between. I grabbed him by his one good wing and began to squeeze his stomach tightly. “Ahh! Nu huwties, mummah! scawed, wan hugsies!”

I squeezed him harder and dropped him onto the floor. Foody reached out to him. “Hewe Babbeh, I gif hugsies!”

I bent down and twisted her leg, causing her extreme pain. She squealed loudly.

“No. You do not hug this baby. You give him food and nothing else. If I find you hugging him, you'll get long sleepies.”

She nodded and cowered away. “I no gif hugsies, onwy nummies.”

“Good girl. Now feed him some more, he's only small.” I stepped out the room as the runt slowly crawled back to his surrogate mother, climbing back onto her belly. He smiled at her and held his legs out, only to cry when he didn't get a hug in return. I shut the door on the pair.

A week had passed since the new babies had been born. Liffle and Rivet had called their two babies Licky and Softy. I didn't care what names they got, they were just a means to an end. They seemed happy enough, and today was the first day they had played anywhere outside of the litter box. Liffle had done a good job training them that it was good poopies when they went in the litter box, so much so that I didn't think they needed any punishment from me. I felt put out by this, but knew it would be worth the end reward.

Tickle and Softy were running around on the floor with their daddy, while Liffle was sleeping in her safe room, tired out. Suddenly Licky stopped his running and started clutching his stomach. He crawled over to his daddy and started whimpering.

“Daddeh, tummy huwties, gif nummies? Gif miwkies?”

“Nu Wicky, daddeh can no gif miwkies,” he said, before looking to me. “Mistah Daddeh gif nummies?”

I shook my head. To my surprise the baby had crawled closer to his father and spotted his penis. He nudged it and said “fo miwkie?”

Before his father had a chance to stop him, he'd latched onto it and begun sucking. I had to laugh at the stupidity of such creatures, but more that Rivet wasn't stopping him as Licky kept on sucking on it. He smiled and started to push the baby down onto it, when Liffle trotted out and saw what was going on, she quickly pulled the baby off, placing him onto her teat as he ate.

“Nu! Nu gif speshal hugsies to babbeh! Mistah Daddeh, gif huwties!”

I raised my eyebrows at her request. She asked me to hurt the father of her children. Who was I to tell her no? He did try to rape his new born son, after all. I grabbed Rivet by his mane and took him to the sorry box. He had already begun pleading with me.

“Nu! Mistah Daddeh, no gif sowwy box! I sowwy, I nu gif speshal hugsies! Sowwy, pwease!” he pleaded with me, but I just ignored it.

I took him to the kitchen and opened the lid of the old freezer, and dropped him inside, watching him shiver as the cold penetrated his fluff. I slammed the lid and walked away, hearing him cry loudly. I went back to the living room and watched Liffle play with her babies, when the best thing could have happened. Softy shit outside the litter box. As soon as Liffle saw it, she ran over to grab her, but stopped when she saw me angry gaze.

“Well, looks like someone knows order. Come here Softy. You've done a bad poopies.”

The baby waddled over and smiled. “Pway wid babbeh?”

I grinned from ear to ear. “Sure. Let's play...”

“Yay, pway time!” Softy cried.

Licky saw and jumped off his mother, and tried to run over, when her mother stopped him. I grabbed Softy and carried her to her poop. I bent down and rubbed her face in it, reminding her what she had done.

“Bad poopies. Bad fucking poopies! You do not do this outside the litter box!”

She cried loudly and kept on moaning for her mummy, wanting her hugsies and the usual. I wasn't going to play ball. I picked her up and got a jar from the kitchen and put her inside, head first.

“Wah! Mummah, wan up! Wan up!”

I shook the jar to shut her up and took it back to the living room, putting it on the floor. I scooped up her shit and put it into the jar with her, slowly burying her head. She cried louder and louder.

“Wah, no smeww pwetty! Mummah, gif hugsies nau!”

I looked over at Liffle and smiled.

“Liffle. Come here for Daddy.” She nodded and trotted over, sitting down. “Liffle, go poopies into this jar and tell your baby off. Now.”

“Yes Mistah Daddeh, I gud fwuffy!” she obliged, fearing any sort of retribution. She straddled the jar and pooped into it, absolutely covering the baby. Her cries stopped as she was buried, but I knew I didn't want her to die. Once done, I handed the jar to Liffle.

“Take it to the litter box and empty it out, then tell her off.”

“Yesh Daddeh, I gud!” she grabbed the jar and carried it with her, before tipping it out, watching as her baby rolled out, gasping for air and spluttering as shit flew out of her mouth.

“Yu bad babbeh! Yu make bad poopies outside litter box! Nu do!” She struck her across the face and left her in the litter box, crying loudly.

“Mummah, need poopies!” cried Licky. His mother ran over to him and carried him to the litter box, watching as he pooped onto his sister's face, completely by accident. I bent down next to him and praised him.

“Good Licky, you do good poopies! Here, have a ball!” I handed him a small rubber ball from my pocket and watched as he chased after it.

“Yay, baww!” he cried, running around it.

Softy still lay in the shit, weeping. I checked the clock. Rivet had been in the freezer for ten minutes now. Should be long enough. I went and pulled him out, shivering and crying.

“I sowwy Mistah Daddeh, I no gif speshal hugsies nu mowe!”

“Good. Now, clean up your baby.” I threw him down into the litter box, looking at his shit covered daughter. He didn't protest and began eating the shit off of her eagerly, not wanting telling off any more.

I walked away to check how my runt project was going. I stepped into safe room number two and found Runty laying on his surrogate mother, sucking her teat. I pulled him off and put him on the floor. He moaned and began to crawl onto his mother again. I reached down and picked him up, holding him above Foodie's face.

“Nu Daddeh, I sowwy! I gud Babbeh!” he pleaded, while Foodie lay motionless, watching.

I gave him a squeeze and watched as he forcibly shit onto his mothers face, as she thrashed about and flicked it off.

“Huu huuu, Daddeh nu smeww pwetty” she pleaded, but I just ignored her, focusing on Runty.

“Good baby Runty, good baby! You shit on your mothers face, you made good poopies!”

He looked at me confused. “I did good poopies?”

“Yep. You pooped on another fluffy, that's good poopies. Well done!” I said, before putting him back down onto his mothers belly to suck at her teat as a reward.

Foodie began to cry and wail, spitting the shit out of her face. I needed to make one more adjustment. I bent down onto her belly and whispered to Runty.

“Runty, bite your mother.”

“Wa?”

“Just do it.”

He hesitated. I put my hand around his belly and began to squeeze, when he leant forward and bit hardly onto her stomach, drawing blood. Foodie squealed loudly. I released my grip and stroked his mane.

“Good boy Runty, good boy! Come on, let's go get you some spaghetti!”

“Yay, Sketties!”

I took him to the kitchen and fed him a bowl of spaghetti, watching as he ate eagerly and happily. He saw the other fluffies and looked angrily at them playing. I picked him up and grabbed a glass jar, putting him inside.

“Why Daddeh?” he asked, but I just screwed a lid on, poking some air holes in it.

I carried the jar to the living room and put it down in-between the sofa and the wall where they couldn't see him, but he could see them. He watched them playing, growing angry at being left out. After an hour I put him back in his safe room and let him out the jar.

“I pway wif Fwuffy fwiends?” he asked, smiling.

I struck him fiercely.

“No. They don't like you. You do not play with them. Now go drink some more milk, you need to be big and strong.”

He looked solemn and walked over to Foodie, climbing back on. He bit her teat angrily, drawing blood as he drank the milk. She cried out, and Runty let out a smirk as he continued drinking.

Looks like this is all going to plan.

Chapter 2

The next day I woke up to sounds of the fluffy family crying from their safe room. I got out of bed with reluctance and trudged downstairs, kicking the door open. Liffle had been stood by the door banging and went flying across the room, hitting the wall on the opposite side. She squealed loudly and fell to the floor, spraying shit everywhere. Whoops.

“Nuuu. Nu smeww pweety, got huwties!” she cried, as she slowly stood up and waddled off.

Rivet, who had been sleeping in the corner with the babies woke up and trotted over, already cleaning up the mess without question. That fluffy was an idiot, but it saved me so many jobs. His babies landed on the floor with a start and started whining.

“Daddeh, cowd! Gif wuv, wan hugsies! Mummeh, wan nummies!” they cried in unison, when they noticed their mother limping across the room, moaning.

They ran over and hugged her leg, crying. They then looked at me and saw me as the cause of their mothers pain, Licky ran over and did the usual foolish mistake.

“Dumb hoomin huwt mummah! I gif u big owies!” Licky spoke up.

He ran to my foot and bit my little toe. I pulled it away and yanked him off my foot, gripping him tightly in my hands. Before I had a chance to dish out the rulings, Softy followed suit and bit the toe on my other foot. I lashed out and shook her off, sending her flying a short distance. She landed in the litter box with a soft thump. Nothing broken unfortunately.

I rushed over and grabbed her out by an ear, pinching it tightly. She cried out instantly.

“Nu, huu huu huu. No huwties, I sowwy! Mummah hewp, munsta!”

Her brother on the other hand was still fighting and threatening my with owies. I took the pair to the kitchen, their mother running quickly after me, with Rivet in close pursuit. I headed to the kitchen, which caused Rivet to be the next idiot to try and fight.

“Nu gif owies to babbehs! I gif you owies!” he charged towards me, which for a fluffy is a slow waddle. I lashed out and kicked him as he grew closer, sending him flying across the room.

“Nu, Daddah!” the two babies cried.

Rivet stood up and ran back towards me, caring for his children. Time to make a stand. I grabbed Rivet and threw him into the freezer, slamming the lid shut. He instantly started crying fearfully. I decided to leave him to cool off for a good hour this time. That’ll teach the fucking idiot.

“Wet babbehs go nau? No gif owies?” I looked down to see Liffle looking up at me, smiling. I bent down towards her and twisted her ear.

“Nope. Going to give owies.” I said, smirking. I threw the two babies into the sink for safety, and picked up Liffle, putting her on the kitchen counter. She soon forgot all about the trauma that just occurred and smiled widely.

“Skettie time!?” she cheered, dribbling onto her thick fluff.

I grabbed a large clear plastic tub from the worktop and placed it over the top of her, before putting some heavy weights on top.

“Nope, no spaghetti time. I want you to watch this.”

I went to the sink and lifted her babies back out, finding them now soaking wet with their own urine and shit dribbled out of their asses. I turned the tap on and filled the sink with cold water, before turning to see Liffle scared, warbling on about “no huwties, no gif boo-boo's!” I grabbed an old frying pan down and put it on the stove in front of Liffle. I lined it with some cooking oil and then put her babies into it.

“Babies want to play?” I asked. They mediately stopped crying for their mother and cheered on.

“Yay! Pway, wanna pway!”

“Good, have fun. You skate around in this, see!” I nudged Licky and watched as he slid around on the oil, slipping about. The two babies started to giggle and soon slid back and forth on the pan. Liffle looked on and smiled.

“Gud babbehs, hav pways! Tank yu Mistah Daddeh for gif pways and nu huwties!”

I looked at Liffle and smiled falsely. I reached down to the stove and turned on the gas ring beneath the frying pan, setting it to a low heat. The babies continued to skate around, oblivious.

“Oohh dis wawms! I lik wawms!” Softy said. “Tank yu Daddah!”

After a few more minutes, they changed their tone however as the fat began to boil and spit. The two babies stopped skating around and tried desperately to reach the edge of the frying pan.

“Nu, too hot! Mummah! Hewp Babbeh!” Licky cried as he tried to climb out of the edge of the frying pan, only slipping back down the edge and sliding away. Liffle looked on, tears streaming down her face.

“Nu! Wet Babbehs go Mistah Daddeh, please! Dey gud Babbehs!” Liffle pleaded. I

ignored her, and left them for a few more minutes, watching as their matted fluff began to singe. After a few more minutes, I reached in and touched the fat, feeling how red hot it was. I turned the ring off and carried the pan to the sink, making sure Liffle could see. I turned the pan upside down and dropped the babies into the ice cold water in the sink, watching as the water steamed when their red hot bodies and the fat touched the water. The two babies screamed in agony and started thrashing about.

“Nuu, wawa! Nu swim! Mammah, hewp! Hewp babbehs, gif hugsies!”

I chuckled to myself and lifted them out of the water again, sitting them on the kitchen work top in front of their mother, who they couldn't reach. I sat watching them try to hug the plastic box, crying as they went unhugged.

Licky turned to me and said “Gif hugsies? Mak bewwa?”

I shook my head. “Why were you just injured? What did you do wrong?”

They looked at me confused, and then looked at their mother. “”Wan hugsies, wan nummies!”

I gave up. They weren't going to get it, I left too long between the crime and the punishment. Oh well, at least I had some fun and made them fear me. I lifted the box so Liffle could escape and hug her soaking wet babies. I left her to work out how to get down though.

I went to the freezer and lifted the lid to check on Rivet. He looked up at me and puffed his cheeks out.

“Gif Hooman biggest ouchies eva! I gif yu long sweepies!”

Surprising. A fluffy who is no longer phased by long term punishment. He must have heard me injuring his babies. I scooped some water out of the sink and threw it on him, before closing the lid. Maybe a deep freeze would cool him down. I went to check on Runty, while Liffle hugged her babies and gave them their precious food on the kitchen counter.

Okay, I couldn't help myself. She was laying on her back while her babies hugged her fluffy belly, sucking on her teats happily. I pushed her off the counter onto the cold hard floor, watching her land on her belly. The babies cried out loud and crawled out from under her, whining about owies. No broken legs, so all was fine. Liffle left them on the floor and waddled back to the litter box for her good poopies, not wanting a punishment like her babies just had. Good fluffy.

I watched as her two babies trundled after her, either still wanting hugs or needing a shit, who knows, but I wasn't going to wait.

I opened the door to Runty's safe room and found him laying on his own in the corner away from Foody. Good boy. I nudged him awake to see him smile at me.

“Daddeh! Gif huggies?” he asked eagerly.

I shook my head. “Not yet Runty, you've not earnt them. Go show your mummy what you think of her.”

He looked at Foody and nodded, before trotting over to her. He leapt onto her belly and walked up to her face, turning around so his arse was right in front of her mouth. He let one go and shit right into it, causing her to go wide eyed, retching and gagging with disgust. Runty finished up and trotted back over to me, looking up eagerly.

“gif hugsies nau?” he asked.

“Yep, good boy Runty, you made more good poopies!” I scooped him up and gently rubbed his belly and ears.

He was growing strong and big. Far stronger than Licky and Softy had. Maybe Liffle is an idiot and kept the runts, rejecting the healthy one. Or maybe she just has shit milk. I pried open his mouth and looked at his teeth. They were already getting big, strong enough to eat solid food, like my test with the Spaghetti had done. He was somehow growing quicker than the rest.

“Come on Runty, you go get your nummies, then get strong. I have a surprise for you.” I put him down on Foodies stomach, watching him latch onto a teat tightly. I went to Foody's bowl and took some kibble, dropping it into her open mouth. She needs feeding for a bit longer I guess.

I returned to the living room and found Liffle had helped her babies into the litter box to go the toilet and was now cuddling them on the living room floor, licking their wounds.

“See, is gud babbehs, do gud poopies!” she chirped happily, but I just ignored her and kept walking.

I opened a cupboard in the kitchen and pulled out a small electric sander and some nail files. I walked over to the freezer and decided it was time to let Rivet go. Lifting the lid, he was now a lot more subdued.

“Sowwy Mistah Daddeh, I bad fwuffy. Bad Wivet. I nu gif huwties.”

“Good. Now go check on your babies, and teach them to behave.” I lifted him out and put him on the floor, my hands going numb from touching him alone. Hopefully he won't get frost bite.

I returned to Runty's safe room and locked the door behind me. I grabbed Runty and tied him to the same wall as Foody, wanting to keep him still. He began to cry and wail.

“Nu huwties, I gud Babbeh! I wuv oo Daddah!” he protested.

I reassured him he was safe, and wouldn't be getting big owies. I then put a blindfold around his eyes and tied a piece of string around his mouth, forcing it open. I looked in and saw his teeth sticking out nice and cleanly. Good. I plugged in the electric drill and turned it on, causing Runty to flinch. I imagine he would have shit himself if I hadn't forced him to do it already.

Unfortunately Foody hadn't been forced, causing her to explode shit everywhere. I wouldn't bother teaching her a lesson, she was expendable. But her constant whining about her 'bad poopies' did start to get annoying while I was trying to work.

I ignored her and moved the drill into Runty's mouth, sharpening each of his teeth into fine points. He kept on flinching and began to cry, but I carried on. He had to suffer a little bit, to at least make him angrier.

After half an hour of drilling, filing and sanding, I was happy with the results. His teeth were now shaped into fine points, and in such a way that he couldn't bite his tongue. I put the tools away and untied him. He fell to the floor huddling in pain, whimpering. I picked him up and placed him onto Foody's fluffy belly, which calmed him a bit.

“Come on Runty, have some food. You've been very brave.”

He looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“why Daddeh gif huwties? Gif hugsies?”

I shook my head. “No hugsies Runty. You need to be brave.”

“I gud Babbeh...I no wike owies! Hate u Daddeh!”

I bent down and picked him up, squeezing his stomach tightly again. He soon remembered and started to apologize.

“Sowwie Daddeh, I gud Babbeh, I gud, no mowe owies!”

I smiled and put him back down, watching as he turned to face one of Foody's teats. He opened his jaw and moaned with pain, before latching onto the nearest one. He closed his mouth and leapt up in fear as the teat came clean off, blood spurting from the wound. Foody screamed loudly and began to weep and cry. I grabbed a rag and stuffed it into her mouth to silence her, watching as Runty sniffed at the blood and began to lap it up.

“Careful Runty, your teeth are sharp now. Try to suck one gently”

He nodded and moved to the second of the four teats and gently wrapped his lips around it, this time managing to suck the milk out without drawing blood. He smiled and nuzzled into the fluff, falling asleep. I went ahead and knocked Foody out cold to stop her whimpering and crying, before shutting the door to the room. The next stage would be the worst, but it needed doing.

two weeks passed since I sharpened Runty's teeth. I let Foody go hungry so her milk would dry up, then hoped Runty would perform as desired. I checked in daily to see he was still lapping up her milk and shitting on her face. What a trooper. Today, he got a surprise. I went in and picked him up, before shutting him inside a plastic tub again. I then took him out into the living room and put him under the coffee table to watch the other fluffies playing.

So I then sat down and made the fluffies play. They kept on passing a ball back and forth, only stopping to run to the litter box, desperate for their poopies, afraid they wouldn't make it. I made sure Runty was watching, growing jealous. I then forced Liffle to give her babies hugs and cuddles, which I knew infuriated Runty as he banged against the side of his box.

“Who wants Spaghetti?” I asked all the fluffies in the room.

“Sketties! Yummy, gif sketties!” they all cheered, happily dancing.

I put the plate down and let them gorge themselves on it, until they were full. Followed by a few more scenarios of near misses with bad poopies, it all went as normal. I returned to the table and got Runty.

I carried him back to his room and let him out, watching as he ran over to Foody and jumped on her. Instead of feeding he ran up to her face and started biting her all over, ravenously chewing her face off, snarling angrily.

“I gif huwties, stoopid fwuffies git skettie. Stoopid fwuffies get hugsies. I wan hugsies!” he snarled, ripping flesh off. Foody soon cried louder and louder, eventually stopping as Runty pulled her tongue out of her mouth, ripping it apart.

It was time.

Chapter 3

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.