Deadmeat Chronicles: The First Night

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>And you are sore.
>You thought you could get away from the man but he chased you down when it was time to go back into the house.
>You have to remember not to get cornered again.
>You rump is sore from being spanked again and your body is stiff from the sorry box.
>They gave you pellets to eat away from the other fluffies.
>You remember those from when the silver furred monster held you so you knew they were good to eat.
>They said bad fluffies don’t get spaghetti.
>You don’t care, if spaghetti means being nice to two legged monsters you don’t want any.
>And now you are in a large room with all the other fluffies.
>The monsters called this a safe room.
>There are a lot of fluffies here, more than you remember seeing.
>There are small squares of cloth lying around and the fluffies have taken these and made little nest.
>There are lots of these.
>There are lots of pet beds about.
>In each corner there is a poopie eating monster.
>You have spent a long time bucking the magic spot that was opened to put you in the room.
>Several fluffies asked you why you were bucking the “door”.
>You paid them no mind.
>After you realized you could do nothing about being shut in you start to walk around the room.
>Fluffies are giggling and talking with each other.
>They shy away when you try to get close to them.
>You notice you don’t see Princess Princess.
>You see the windows on one of the walls.
>You examine them and see no way to get through them.
>You stare outside for a few moments wishing you were safe in a hidey hole.
>You wonder to one of the sides of the room.
>You bite onto one of the cloths and walk to the edge of the wall.
>You start to bunch it up when Andrew comes running up to you.
>”Hewwo new fwen!”
>You force a smile, “Hewwo, Deadmeat make sweepie pwace hewe.”
>Andrew cocks his head to the side, why on hawd pwace when dey beddies?”
>You look at the orange unicorn, “Wha beddie?”
>Andrew runs to a nearby pet bed and jumps on it and starts to step around in it.
>”Dis beddie! Mommeh get beddies fo fwuffies to go sweepie time in!”
>You walk over to one of the pet beds and step into it.
>It is soft and comfortable on your hoofies.
>You step around testing surface.
>You sniff the floor, “Deadmeat smeww fwuffy.”
>You start to step out, “Nudder fwuffy aweady haf beddie…”
>Andrew giggles and runs to you, “Nuu siwwy! Mommeh put pwenty beddie fo fwuffies!”
>You look around, “Yoo mommeh do dis? How yoo mommeh do dis?”
>”Fwuffy sweepy in any beddie! Pwenty beddie fo aww fwuffy!”
>You tentatively step back into the pet bed.
>”Beddie nuu beweong to fwuffy?”
>Andrew runs off excitedly.
>You sniff and poke at the bed.
>Abruptly something covers your head.
>You start stepping back shaking your head getting it off.
>When it falls off you see that it is one of the cloth blankets.
>”New fwen nee bwankies fo sweepy!”
>You let yourself smile at the orange unicorns gesture.
>”Tank yoo.”, you say as you start to nose the blanket into a small pile.
>A fluffy hops up on the side and starts to sniff you.
>You look at her, “Why yoo smeww Deadmeat?”
>”Bad munsta fwuffy nuu smeww wike poppies.” She says while continuing to sniff you.
>You raise up and get into an attack stance, “Yoo meanie fwuffy! Deadmeat nuu smeww of poopie!”
>She falls of the side with a squeak.
>You run out and find her cowering on the ground.
>”Deadmeat nuu munsta!”
>She covers her eyes, “Fwuffy sowwy! Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy!”
>Andrew jumps back from you shaking, “Why fwen meanie…”
>You stare down at the cowering fluffy.
>You debate on giving owies when she looks up, “Fwuffy get bad munsta fwuffy mo bwankies!”
>”Deadmeat nu bad!”
>She backs away, “Get bwankies and bad munsta fwuffy be gud to fwuffy!”
>You look around and see fluffies nearby backing away from you.
>You stomp in frustration, “Deadmeat nu munsta!”
>You stomp back into the bed you claimed.
>You nose the blanket when your vision is blocked again.
>Then you feel several things falling on you.
>You kick around and finally get the blanket coverings off you.
>You look up and the fluffy that called you stinky as well as a few other fluffies are looking in.
>”Gif bad munsta fwuffy bwankies so yoo nu hewt fwuffy!” They are smiling and wagging their tails.
>You jump up and start to open your mouth to yell at the mean fluffies when Andrew jumps up and hugs your neck.
>”New fwen make mo fwens! Andwew happy!”
>The female fluffy hops into the pet bed and sniffs you closer, “Yoo stwong fwuffy.”
>The door opens, and the stinky water monster sticks her head in, “Ok babies! It sleepy time!”
>Most of the fluffies clamber to empty pet beds while a few run up to the monster and try to hug her.
>She just gently pushes them back and turns off the bright thing by hitting a button.
>You jump up in a defensive stance suddenly being in the dark.
>You are looking for any monsters but nothing comes out.
>You hear the other fluffies stumbling and chattering.
>”Why dawk?”, “Beddy bye time!”, “Fwuffy wan pway!”, “Fwuffy nuu see! Whewe wite goo?”
>Soon these are taken over by light coos and snores as fluffies drift off to sleep.
>Your eyes adjust and you see over the area of beds fluffies sleeping, some are in the floor sprawled out.
>You relax and start to nose your blankets into a soft loose pile and start to climb into it.
>You look up at the window and see it getting wet.
>You recognize rain from your time in the parks.
>You remember how it would matt down your fluff and how it could get you cold.
>There is a flash of light.
>You recognize the flash of lightening and wait for the rumblies to come.
>After a few seconds the windows shake and the rumblies sound loud as they roll by.
>”WHAAAA!! Munsta!”, “Hewp fwuffy!”, “Wha dat!?”, “Fwuffy scawed!”
>The sound woke up a few fluffies who yelp in terror at the sound.
>You start to smell poopies.
>You shake your head at how the fluffies are scared of something that you find common.
>You start to lay down as another flash happens.
>You stretch out as the thunder reverberates through the room.
>”Waahhhhhh!”, “Hewp fwuffy!”, “Munsta! Munsta get fwuffy!”, “Mommeh! Mommeh!”
>The smell of poopies gets stronger.
>Something shoves you aside.
>You get up in a huff, “Who push Deadmeat!”
>Another flash and you see Andrew shaking in your nest, “Pwease hewp Andwew! Wahhhhhh!”
>The thunder hits and he covers his eyes and starts to shake.
>Lightning flashes in time for you to see three other fluffies jump into your beddie place.
>”Y-y-yoo stw-stwong fwuffy…..PWEASE SAF FWUFFY!” the female fluffy grabs your neck shaking.
>The other fluffies lay down and huddle in fear.
>You push her off, “Yoo dum dum fwuffies! Dese sky wumblies! Dey nuu-“
>Thunder rolls in again and they all scream in unison and cry when it passes.
>Fluffies are running past your bed.
>Lightning flashes again as wind picks up at the windows causing a howl.
>More fluffies started crying.
>Cries of, “Munstas!”, resonance through the room.
>More fluffies start to clamber into your bed surrounding you and pushing in on you, “Saf fwuffy!”
>All fluffies are awake now running randomly around in a panic.
>Thunder rumbles the room again.
>”WHAAAAAAAA!!!”, there is a sweet screech of panic from the fluffies surrounding you and you feel the warm splatter on your hoofies.
>”Nuuuu! NUU! Yoo dum dum fwuffies make bad poopies!”
>You buck randomly knocking fluffies out of your beddie bye place.
>The stench of poopies now fills the air as the room is now littered with splats and piles of panicked fluffy poop.
>You stomp out of your now filthy bed to a wall.
>You glance behind you seeing a shivering ball of fluffies following behind you apologizing.
>”Fwuffy sowwy!”, “pwease saf fwuffy!”, “Yoo stwong fwuffy! Hewp!”, “Nuu mean make bad poopies!”, “Wahhhhh!”
>You find a safe place at the wall and sit down trying to avoid the panicked fluffies.
>The shivering frightened fluffies start to edge closer to you.
>You stomp at them, “Yoo stay der! Nuu make bad poopies at Deadmeat!”
>They keep coming until you step up and boop the closest ones nose.
>”Waaahhh! Fwuffy sowwy! Wahhhhhhahhhhahhh!”
>”Stay der!” you point to a spot away from you.
>They all run to the spot and huddle in fear.
>You don’t get any sleepies keeping an eye out for panicking fluffies.
>When the storm passes the room is filled with crying.
>You can’t sleep with the smell of bad poopies in the air.
>It stays like that until the next morning when the stinky water monster comes back in.
>”Good morning my little babies. How did you… What the fuck!”
>As the morning light starts to illuminate the room she and you see the total damage.
>The floor is completely brown.
>Fluffies are covered in poop and crying.
>Every few feet you see a dead fluffy, either from fright or tripping or running into things and getting biggest owchies.
>The woman gets on her cell phone, “Hey! Get some fucking hired help up here!”
>”The safe room is full of shit and some fucking peon needs to get up here and start fucking cleaning!”
>She lowers her phone and looks across the room, “It’s ok babies, momma is going to make sure you all get baths.”
>She gets back on her phone, “And hire some contractor to sound proof this house.”
>”These fluffies will not go through this again or I will fire everyone and buy the businesses their families work at and fire those missed chances of abortions too!”
>You try to flick poop off your hoofs.
>”Don’t worry babbies! Momma’s not going to let this happen again!”