Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat's Worse Day

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>Today you are in a bad mood.
>You tried to make it better with special huggies but you are still ill.
>You have decided to walk it off.
>Snuggle Wuggle has moved her herd and you have lost track of her.
>You are seeing if you can find any new threats.
>The fluffy tailed monsters haven’t come out so you can’t pick a fight with them.
>The fluffy ponies that see you run and hide, they all fear the monster fluffy.
>There are no smarty friends nearby.
>Any fluffies are single strays looking for their daddies.
>You can’t figure out why they are looking at the two legged monsters.
>How can they think those can be a daddy?
>You could be a daddy… but she has disappeared.
>”Wahahahhhhh! Dun hewt fwuffy!”
>You hear a fluffy crying, you sneak over to investigate.
>You crawl under a bush and look out.
>You see a blue and white unicorn fluffy running across a grassy area.
>He is limping and crying.
>”Why daddeh fwuffy awone? Nee fwens keep daddeh fwuffy saf!”
>You turn and see Dammit run in behind you with four other fluffies.
>They must have sniffed you out.
>You look back at the limping fluffy, a man walks up and kicks his front leg breaking it.
>”WAHHH! Fwuffy weggie! WEGGIE HEW-!”
>The man stomps on its head killing it.
>He picks it up and drops it in a sack.
>You look around, seems to be more two legged monsters today.
>This isn’t helping your mood.
>Your fluffies start to jump around you, ”Munsta smawty wan pway?”, “Fwuffy bowed…”, “Get nummie!”
>They are making a bit of noise and shaking the bush.
>”Dum dum fwuffies be quiet! Nee get back to awea. Two wegged munstas, fwuffies hide!”
>Dammit stands to attention while the others look at you strange.
>”But fwuffy wan pway!”
>A bush a few feet away shakes violently, “Any little shit bags in there!?”
>One of your fluffies runs toward the bush, “Yay! Daddeh take fwuffy home! Daddeh URK-!”
>You hear the laughing and the screaming of the fluffy fill the air.
>You now feel fear.
>”Wun! Efewy fwuffy-“ you are cut off by a face looking under your bush.
>He is just a few feet away and you are eye to eye with him, a two legged monster.
>He has buck teeth and small eyes, a smile crosses his face, “What have we here?”
>”WUN!” You yell taking off.
>The man’s hand just misses you as he reaches in.
>You run as fast as you can, Dammit is just behind you but can’t keep up.
>”Wun and hide! Stay way fwom munstas!”
>Dammit gets a hurt look in his eyes as he veers off and runs a different direction.
>You take off hearing squeals behind you.
>You turn and see the man has grabbed one of your other fluffies up.
>The man behind him is hold the limp form of your other fluffy that ran to them.
>They are both snickering.
>You start to run through a hedge row and hear kicking of bushes in front of you.
>You stop and look around.
>You see a grassy area that leads to a sidewalk.
>You take off as fast as you can.
>Your fluff waves in the breeze and bounces with each leap.
>You make it to the sidewalk and start to cross.
>Two legged monsters jump back as you run across.
>You find a trash can and crawl under it.
>You look out seeing a few two legged monsters with blue fur covering their bodies.
>On the back is embroidered ‘exterminator’.
>They seem to be looking under bushes and grabbing fluffies.
>One man pulls up a unicorn fluffy.
>””Yay! Daddeh take fwuffy home! Gi fhuggies and sketties! Fwuffy wub daddeh!”
>The fluffy struggles to hug the man who silently pulls out a knife.
>He quickly stabs the fluffy in the side of its neck and pulls the knife.
>Blood starts to pour quickly from the wound.
>The fluffy lets out a shriek of pain and horror.
>”Wahhhh! Why daddeh hewt fwuffy!”
>The fluffy wriggles in a panic trying to cover its wound but unable to cover it with his hooves.
>”Daddeh… fwuffy hewt… gif huggies… fwuffy wub…”
>The man throws the fluffy in a bag and starts to look in the bushes again.
>They are walking away from your hiding area and your herd.
>You give a sigh of relief and try to find a way back to your area.
>You see a break in the flow of two legged monsters on the sidewalk and shoot through it.
>You start to run across a grassy area toward your area.
>You know you can be safe in your hidey hole.
>You feel the breeze flow through your fluff as you run.
>You see the hedge line that you use to spy on the area.
>You are close, you start running faster.
>You are just about-
>”EEeEeEeeEEE!!”
>A burning pain shoots through your front left leg and it jerks under your chest.
>You go shoulder first into the ground with an umf.
>You roll and launch into the air only to land hard on your belly and roll to a stop.
>Your whole body hurts.
>”Holy fuck! I got one on the run!”
>”Good shot dude!”
>You feel wetness on your leg, when you look at it you see blue paint dribbling down.
>You look over and see the teen age boys with the paint guns walking toward you.
>You start to jump up and feel three more impacts as paint balls explode on your tummy.
>You have a hard time catching your breath.
>You feel like you are going to throw up as your belly feels like it was reshaped.
>You start to scramble on the ground to get moving to get away.
>”AHHHHHHH!” You let out a painful yell as pain shoots through your body from your tail.
>”Gotcha faggot!”
>You glance behind you, one of the boys has stepped on your tail.
>”Wet Deadmeat guu munsta-“
>You try to lungs at his leg but your head is knocked to the side by a paintball hitting your cheek.
>A boy is walking up saying, “Shut the fuck up!”, before shooting you three times in the back.
>You try to crawl away but are held fast by your tail.
>”This one is a fighter! Let’s fix that!”
>The boys surround you and start to shoot your body.
>Pain rips through your body as the paint balls explode across it.
>It is like a constant punch sending waves of throbbing pain through every fiber of your being.
>You start to scream and beg, “Pwease! Pwee nuu hewt Deadmeat! Deadmeat sowwy!”
>They laugh and continue their assault.
>They are shooting your face, boo boo juice starts to leak from your nose and mouth.
>”Wahhhhh! Deadmeat nuu hewt munstas! Why munstas hewt Deadmeat! Wahhhhh!”
>”Pwee wet Deadmeat go! Deadmeat nuu wan hewt nuu mo! Wa-wahhhhh!”
>One of the boys bends down and shoots you point blank in the ribs.
>You spasm and squirm, your legs shooting straight from the pain.
>You start to roll around trying to get away from the paint balls onslaught.
>You feel a snap in your tail, “EeeEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
>The boys only laugh some more as they continue to empty their paintball guns into you.
>They are in a snarling frenzy.
>the pain overtakes you and you just lay there crying.
>”Wahhhhhhhh! Pwease… Wahhhhhhhh!! Dun hewt Deadmeat nu mo….”
>You lay there with tears streaking down your face, your fluff coated with different colors of paint.
>After what seems forever the boy takes his foot off your tail.
>They laugh at your misery, “This bad ass is done for… let’s find another one!”
>They run off howling looking for another hapless fluffy leaving you to lay and cry in your suffering.
>”Wahhhhh…huu huu huuuuuu….” You lay quietly crying letting your tears free flow to the ground.
>You slowly pull yourself to a nearby bush and lay there waiting for the pain to ease.
>When you feel strong enough you finally stand.
>Your tail is still throbbing, you look back and see the end now has a crook in it.
>You burst out crying again at the deformity in your tail.
>You slowly stagger back to your area.
>When you step out all the fluffies that see you scream out and start running.
>”Munsta! Munsta get fwuffy!”, “Ahh! Saf fwuffy!”
>You stagger to your hidey hole.
>Dammit runs in front of you, “Stay way munsta! Dat daddeh smawty pwace!”
>You just sniffle and continue walking.
>He puffs his cheeks then sniffs the air.
>”Daddeh smawty?”, he sniffs of you closer, “Why yoo wook difewent?”
>Roseberry runs up and sniffs you, “Yay! Munsat smawty back!”
>She runs up and hugs you, you fall over and let out a howl of pain and start crying.
>”Wahhhhh! Deadmeat hewt! Wahhhhh! Deadmeat nu wan hewt nuu mo! Wahhhh!”
>Dammit starts to run in place and look around, “Nuuu! Daddeh smawty hewt! Daddeh smawty hewt! Gif huggies!”
>Roseberry and Dammit both take turns hugging you trying to make you feel better.
>Dammit finally bites your fluff and drags you into your hidey hole.
>”Daddeh smawty saf noa! Dammit get owchie fwens, nuu bad tings get daddeh smawty!”
>Dammit runs out leaving Roseberry with you.
>She continues to hug you.
>”Pweae munsta smawty… get betteh… herd getting smawwer…”
>”Fwuffies go pway and neber come  back…”
>She hugs you again as you whimper.
>She runs outside, “Smawty nee feew betteh! Nee speshul fwens!”
>She looks around, the herd is sparse and no young female fluffies are nearby.
>She looks back at you, “Wosebewwy neber be speshul fwen, Wosebewwy nuu gud enough…”
>She walks in and looks at your bruised form.
>”Wosebewwy nuu see speshul fwens fo munsta smawty…”
>She sees you quietly crying and not moving.
>She stands tall then walks over and coos in your ear.
>As she learned from her last smarty.
>It is the herd’s job to make the smarty feel good.