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- >You are a maroon fluffy with a light green mane and you have recuperated after your last ordeal.
- >You set on your little nest of hay looking over the other eight fluffies.
- >Charcoal is nearby resting, there is a break right now from fights.
- >She has become your special friend.
- >You have been directing play and food rationing.
- >Some are calling you smarty now.
- >Other fluffies have been approaching Charcoal to give her special huggies.
- >You boop the ones who try hard.
- >Everything in your pen is orderly.
- >Some of the other fluffies challenge you at time but you put down upstarts quick.
- >You are humming happily when you hear the two legged monsters approaching.
- >You get on guard as they approach.
- >The silver furred monster is here.
- >One of the fluffies runs up, “Daddeh? Wan pway?”
- >He leans over and pets the fluffy, “Not today.”
- >He then points at you, “That one.”
- >One of the monsters behind him comes over and quickly grabs you by the nape of your neck.
- >”Wet Deadmeat go munsta!” You are struggling in his grasp.
- >The monster has no emotion in his voice, ”Can’t do it, you should have died in that match.”
- >”You’ve been moved up to the big leagues now shit bag.”
- >You are carried into a room with a simple wooden table in the center.
- >The monster closes the door behind him and places you on the table.
- >”Don’t worry little guy, this is going to hurt like hell!”
- >He is looking down on you like a dog looking at a snack treat.
- >”Don hewt Deadmeat! Deadmeat gif owchies!”
- >You try to push up and get away but the monster pushes you down hard.
- >It feels like your chest will crush at any second, you are fighting to breath.
- >”Don’t fight it asshole, it will go faster.”
- >You see them bring a cone shaped thing forward.
- >”Don’t worry, it’s a composite, almost no weight.”
- >”It won’t hinder you too much and will stay sharp.”
- >You feel them start placing the device on your horn.
- >”Wha munsta do? Weave deadmeat awone! Go way!”
- >You renew you efforts to get away but the monster grind his knuckles into your back.
- >The pain is excruciating.
- >After they set the prosthetic on your horn the talk again, “The only real bad thing is it has to be put on with pop rivets!”
- *Pow*
- >Pain!
- >It feels as though your skull is splitting.
- >The pain shoots through you like a liquid cone hurting from your head to the tip of your tail.
- >You kick back in reflex pushing yourself out of the monsters hand.
- >You are pushing yourself backwards, your eyes shut from the torment.
- >You are still pushing with your legs even when you fall off the table.
- >You hit the floor with a thud still trying to get away from the agony.
- >”Fuck me! We still need to put in three more! Grab him.”
- >Your vision is blurry but you realize you are free, no monster has you.
- >You jump up and run blindly.
- >You run into a wall.
- >As soon as your horn makes contact pain shoots through you again.
- >”Ah…. AH.. AAAAHHHHH!!” Your screams of anguish fill the room.
- >”I got this!” One says.
- >”Put the bat down faggot! He’s got to fight, we can’t kill him! Fuck!”
- >You start running again, you feel the hands of a couple of monsters just miss grabbing your back.
- >You are desperately running around the room trying to find an escape.
- >Suddenly pain rips through your back legs.
- *Whisst*
- >”EEeeeeEEEIIIIIIeeeeee!” It is unimaginable the pain you are in.
- >”See, an antennae hurts but doesn’t kill or maim.”
- *Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*
- >You fall unable to move from the pain.
- >The monster continues his assault hitting any part of you that moves.
- >Bruises and welts are forming on your body from the car antenna whipping.
- >When you can struggle no more the monster once again grabs you up.
- >”Don’t worry, you seem strong. I give you a fifty fifty chance of living.”
- *Pow*, *Pow*, *Pow*
- >It feels like your skull has been shatter as the rivets piece and shatter your horn,
- >Blood trickles out from under the attached piece slowly flowing down the side of your face.
- >You want to move but can’t seem to move your legs.
- >You are picked up again and carried back to the pen, your body limp from the pain.
- >They drop you into it, you land whith a thud.
- >The other fluffies see you laying hurt.
- >”Yay, dumb fwuffy no say wha fwuffy do no mo!”
- >One runs up and starts to stomp on your body, “Fwuffy eat all the foodies fwuffy wan!”
- >All you can do is whimper at your treatment.
- >”Smawty no stop spechul heuggies now! Yay!”
- >You hear Charcoal start screaming, “Nuu! Stay way, nuu wan special huggies fwom dum fwuffy!”
- >”Fwuffy gif spechul huggie! Fwuffy feew gud!”
- >Charcoal is right beside you but you can do nothing.
- >She is yelling frantically, “Nuuuu! Nuuuuu!! Wahhhhh!”
- >”Emf, emf, emf, emf, emf,…”, “Fwuffy wan twy, fwuffy next!”
- >The pen falls into chaos quickly.
- >You try to get up but can’t, the hurt is too much.
- >It over rides the kicks and stomps from defiant fluffies.
- >You blissfully pass letting unconsciousness take over.
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