Fall of Cleveland: Maw of Madness, Part 3

Bowser and Peach: Maw of Madness Part 3

>"NU WIKE DIS!" You scream as your Friends try to roll you away from the madness.
>The White Fluffy Munstas are here! Sketti Land isn't safe anymore! They came in, fought their way to the Big Fluffies-On-Poles-Dancing Place, what the Hoomins called a 'carousel', and stomped all the Fluffy Mummas, crushed all the Foal.
>Only then did the Herds stop squabbling over the few reliable sources of Spaghetti and unite, but by then, it was almost too late.
>The White Fluffy Munstas had scattered, chasing down the Fluffy Mummas like you.
>But your Friends are Smart. They know who can protect you against anything.
>Uni the Magical. Uni the Brave. Uni ......
>She doesn't move anymore. The Meanie Stallions chased away her Special Friend, then gave her Special Hugs. All of them.
>Now she just lies in her Safe Place, blinking, and doesn't talk at all.
>But maybe she can save you and your babies.
>All the Stallions that stood guard around Uni rushed to attack the White Fluffy Monsters, abandoning the Glowing Dance Ground where even now Fluffies dance, ignoring the screaming and howling, desperately trying to make Uni laugh again by making the pretty colours come back.
>For three days they have tried, without success. Fluffy Ponies broke their legs, tore their hooves, the few brave Fluffy Mummas who tried bounced so hard they had their Babies on the Glowing Dance Ground, and were made to keep bouncing even as their babies cried out or were smushed.
>You cry as you are rolled past that terrible place, and hope Uni has forgiven the Fluffies for driving away her Special Friend .....
>Suddenly .... a Friend goes away! You and the other Friend shriek in terror as a White Fluffy Munsta springs out from a hiding place and grapples your friend, wrestling the Mare to the ground and biting hard on her throat.
>Your other Friend is very brave and pushes you towards Uni, making you roll so very, very fast, and then runs back.
>"Gu, Fwuffie Mumma! Nu wet Meanie White Fwuffy huw-aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" She screams as the White Fluffy Munsta bucks her in the face with it's hind legs, not letting go of the other Friend in it's teeth.
>You roll furiously along the ground thanks to her pushing, and pompf into Uni's fluff, scrabbling and dragging yourself into Uni's fluff, shouting for her to help you.
>"Uni! Pwease! Fwuffie Mumma sowwy, nu Bad Fwuffie!" You howl, your hooves scrabbling for purchase .... and then you find it.
>There's a hole in Uni's belly ....
>How is this .... but there's no Boo-Boo Juices, doesn't smell like .....
>PAIN! Agh! The White Fluffy Munsta has come for you! Can feel him biting your tail, trying to drag you out, but your fear and desperation give you a burst of terror-fueled strength, and you manage to drag yourself into head-first into the Uni-Hole .... and then it happens.
>Baby-Making Pains! Nuuuu! Not now! Hold on to the lips of the Uni-Hole, squawling in terror and pain as the Baby-Making Pains steal your strength, and the White Fluffy Munsta kicks and kicks at you ....
>Then you feel the Baby in your No-Nos .... and then you feel the teeth of the White Fluffy Munsta on your skin!
>"EYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" You scream as the White Fluffy Munsta bites your No-Nos, and then you feel the pressure of the baby in your No-No's go away ....
>"N-n'aaaaawww~" You baby cries, then goes silent....
>Sobbing, you pull yourself forwards, desperate to escape ... and trip.
>And the whole world goes dark .....

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>The Fuzzy stares at the gap in the latex suit, considering what to do next.
>The bloody remains of the foal hang from it's mouth, and soon it is joined by other blood-smeared members of it's kind.
>Expressionless looks are shared.
>And then they begin closing the suit, tugging on the fluff and pulling the two halves back together, entombing the Fluffy Mumma.
>"NUUUUUUU! Uni!" They hear a Fluffy Pony scream behind them, and turn to stare coldly at the owner of that high-pitched voice.
>Scores of dirty, sweaty Stallions glare back in rage, snapping their teeth, stomping their legs, joined every second by dozens more.
>"KIWW DEM! Dey kiww Uni's Baybeh!" A Fluffy Stallion shrieks in rage, and the mob charges.
>The Fuzzies hold their ground for a short while, but driven by their lust and their dreams of a life with Uni, the Stallions keep coming, pushing onwards, burying the Fuzzies, and the Uni-Suit, in a pile of furiously kicking, stomping, biting Fluffy Ponies shrieking the name of their Goddess.

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>"N-nuuuuu ....." The Fluffy Mumma sobs, hugging her babies to her tightly.
>So much pain .... so much blood .....
>This is worse than your last lot of babies. The White Fluffy Monster took more than just your baby .... your No-No's hurt so badly ....
>But .... your three babies ... they must live.
>Uni let you hide in this strange place inside her Fluff, but now .... you must get your babies out.
>The Strange Place inside the Uni-Hole shakes and shudders, and the screams and angry yelling of Stallions echoes inside, making your babies squeal in alarm.
>The only source of light is to the right of you, a narrow beam of light .....
>Shuffle over, sobbing with the pain and the fear, and stare into the light as your Foals cling desperately to your fluff.
>It's .... the outside world! Uni brought you inside her to hide! She really is the Most Magical Unicorn!
>"KIWW DEM! Dey huwt Foaws!" You hear a Stallion shriek in rage. Maybe these Fluffies can help you!
>"Fwuffies! FWUFFIES! MUMMA HEWE, HEWP MUMMA!" You cry out, but over the shouting and screaming, nobody comes.
>So weak ..... your leggies and tail are soaked with blood.....
>Your Babies .... you want them to live, even in this Ruined Paradise. Even if Uni did create it, this Strange Place is dark, cold, alien to you. It's not a good place for the Babies to live.
>Gently pluck the first from your fluff, hug it one last time, and push it into the Light-Place.
>it's roomy enough that the Foal fits easily.
>Poke it on the bottom, and it shuffles forwards, blinking and squawling.
>"G-guh bye, bay-beh." You sob, and reach for the next baby clinging to you, hot tears streaming down your face even as the world spins and grows dark.
>Your last sight before the world goes truly dark, is your three babies crawling towards the light .... and you hope salvation.

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>You are a Fluffy Stallion, with a broken leg and a jaw full of busted teeth.
>But it's worth it. The Fuzzy Munstas are dead. But Uni .... Uni looks so sad.
>Boo-Boo Juices cover her, yet she still refuses to talk, to move ....
>"WAH!" A Stallions shrieks, pointing at Uni's backside. "Uni is Mumma!"
>Everyone rushes over to gasp in amazement as two Babies, still slick with afterbirth, cling to her tail, while a third slides down her fluffy rear, squeaking in alarm.
>"Uni, yuu Mumma!" You shout, and then look at Uni's teats .....
>They're not bigger than before .... is Uni .... did Uni not make any milk?
>"She suuuu sad ... maybe she nu make miwk 'cause Bad Stawwions dwove off Fwank?" Another Stallion whispers as they all gaze down at the shivering, whimpering babies.
>"Mu-mummaaaaaaaaaaaa......" One whines loudly, blinking and lifting a shaking, mucus-covered head.
>"Nu haf miwk .... what Fwuffies du?" Another Stallion asks loudly.
>"Get Fwuffy Mummas!" You shout suddenly, making the other Stallions look at you in surprise. "Dey haf Miwk! Dey be happeh tu shawe Miwk fo' Uni, wight?"
>"Buh .... is dere any weft? Dey huwt wots a' Mummas at Big Fluffies-On-Poles-Dancing Place, Fwuffy Mummas get Biggest Owies." Another mumbles.
>"Nu can hewp it! Nee safe Uni's Baybehs, pwove tu Uni dat we do wuv hew, dat Fwuffies wiww pwotect hew!" You shout, trotting away as fast as you can on three legs.
>This might be your only chance to show Uni how much the Fluffies love her, and want her to forgive them for driving away Frank.

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>Fluffies stumble forwards, whimpering, crying in heartbreak and fear.
>Sketti Land has been taken over. No more Sketti for Good Fluffies. Every day, it was a battle for survival, not the paradise they had been promised.
>Every Fluffy wanted to live in Sketti Land, but there just was not enough room. There was barely any Sketti left, and all the toys had been destroyed.
>Nice Hoomans had run away with their Nice Fluffies days ago, left everyone else behind to face the Munstas and Meanie Hoomins and the Green Hoomins with their Bang-Bang Sticks and Boom-Not-Fun-Balls.
>Meanie Hoomans came with Bang-Bang-Sticks and gave your friends terrible owies and boo-boos. Nobody could run fast enough to escape, and there was no place safe from the Bang-Band-Sticks.
>Fluffy Mummas exploded, and it rained fluff and bones and foals. Fluffies screamed and cried, tried to gather up the Foals and were given the biggest Owies themselves.
>Stallions were left to bleed out on the ground or get trampled by their friends. Smarty Friend, Toughie Friend, Stallion, Colt, it made no difference.
>Mares huddled together under the benches and tables, trying to shelter the surviving Foals, but the Meanie Hoomans rolled their Boom-Not-Fun-Balls at the Mares and then ran away.
>Big, big noisy-owies, the lumpy things exploded into fire and noise, made the Mares and their Foals disappear.
>Sharp Munstas fly out from the lumpy things, tearing into the Herds, killing more Friends.
>Fire Munstas too that spread and ate Fluffies so fast .....
>Big holes where Mares and Foals used to be. Fluffies  who had lost their Special Friends just stared into the big holes and didn't move, their eyes hollow of all feeling.
>You are a Off-White Unicorn Fluffy with a mane and tail of the same colour, and you're carrying the last surviving foals of your Herd. Three little Fillies, all asleep and clutching your fluff, having cried themselves to sleep.
>Lots of Fluffies with sad stories like yours.
>At first, Sketti Park was fun. Fluffies came in droves, whole herds, and ate sketti, played with Nice Fluffies, made friends with Nice Hoomans.
>Some Hoomans say Fluffies have to leave, but others say Fluffies stay and the Nice Hooman's find homes for Fluffies.
>Smarty Friends not like that, not want to leave Sketti Land, but Herds getting too crowded, too noisy, and Sketti Park became Sketti War-Field.
>Then ... they came.
>White, but whiter than you. With cold, emotionless eyes and voices that made your flesh creep when they spoke, which was rarely, and only to the Hoomins.
>At first, Herds hugged the new Fluffies. White Fluffy Ponies rare, some Herds consider them a Good Sign from the Fluffy Gods. New White Fluffies never returned the hugs, just sat there, staring, unmoving.
>But ... they gave bad hugs later, when Nice Hoomins went away. Bad, bad, bad Hugs. Your Herd fled the horrorible place that Sketti Land had become, full of fighting, screaming Fluffies, but still the White Fluffies followed you, picking off your Herd one at a time, attacking the Fluffy Mummas and Foals first, then the Mares, then the Stallions ....
>Fluffies shrieked and cried, tried to squirm away, but the White Bad Fluffies hugged them till the Herd Fluffies had Boo-Boo Juices pouring out of their mouths and poopie places.
>Then Meanie Hoomans did something to upset the White Eerie Fluffies, and they turned around and tried to be mean to the Meanie Hoomins too.
>Not that that worked, but the fighting between the Munstas meant they were too busy being Mean to each other to notice you.
>It was chaos. Hoomins were screaming, using their Bang-Toys to make the White Bad Fluffies have owies, but the White Bad Fluffies were everywhere, climbing up the Hoomins, trying to bite them or give them Can't-Breath-Hugs.
>You ran when that happened, the last three foals already on your back from when your Smarty Friend told the Herd they had to leave Sketti Land forever, gathering up panicking Mares and Stallions as you found them in your mad rush from the ruined, smoking paradise, telling them that Sketti Park was a bad place now, they had to leave and leave fast.
>Ran and ran and ran.
>Hoomin City is quiet now but for distant, scary noises. The sky is full of black smoke, and the Sketti Mountain is stained with soot and ash and blood.
>Hoomins afraid of the White Bad Fluffies too. Hoomins don't think White Bad Fluffies can give them owies, but White Bad Fluffies are Munstas, never stop coming, never let Hoomins know how bad they are until White Bad Fluffies can get close enough to give Can't-Breath-Hugs.
>So many of them .... You and your New Friends have to creep through the dark, scary parts of the City to stay away from them.
>Not sure where the way out is, but you think, if you keep the Sketti Mountain behind you, you'll find a way out. Buildings are getting smaller, more grasses in the Hooman's Safe Places the further you get from the Large Smoky Mountain.
>Fluffies are under your hooves too. In the Tunnels under the City, where some of the Fluffies from Sketti Land ran for shelter when the Mean Hoomans came.
>Can hear them babbling, whining, fighting and screaming from the Scary Holes in the Road.
>Some see you, yelling for you to come down and share the 'Magicaw Skettis' with them.
>Threw some of them a bit of your sketti, but they said they didn't want those.
>They want the Skettis under your Fluff.
>Grinned up at you with black teeth, and eyes that were too, too big.
>Scary, scary Fluffies.
>Nobody walks on the Black Thing anymore. Road isn't safe, Hooman's Fast Boxes still come from time to time, hurt Fluffies.
>Your Group, no, Your Herd, is shuffling along, crying but resolute.
>"Fwuffies mus' keep walkin'!" You say loudly as a Fluffy Mumma asks if she can stop and rest for a while. "Is Bad Pwace now. Mus' go back to Wendy's Park, where it safe fo' Fwuffies!"
>Not sure where you're going, or if there is nummies or shelter ahead, but anything is better than this place.
>See some Fluffies wandering around ahead of you, shuffling around in the murky light of the sun filtered through all this smoke.
>"Fwuffies! Mus' wun from hewe!" You shout to them, hoping to spare them the Saddies and Owies you and your Herd has suffered.
>One turns to look at you.
>Dirty, covered in leaves and grasses, but you see it's a White Fluffy....
>White, with Blue eyes that never blink, and blood stained hooves.
>"Awwww Poopies!" You shriek. "Fwiends, need Toughie Fwiends to gif owies to Bad-White Fwuffies."
>The White Fluffy Munstas all turn to face your Herd, walking towards you in absolute lock-step, their eyes fixed on you. Silent. Evil.
>"Nuu .... nuuuuu! Mares, take Fwuffy Mummas, keep goin', we howd de Bad Fwuffies!" You shout. Stallions cry, but step forwards to form a barrier with you between the Females and the White Fluffy Munstas.
>You're all so scared! Fluffies are peeing, pooping, shivering, crying.
>But! These are your Mares, your Fluffy Mummas, your Foals!
>Not been a Herd long, but everyone shares nods and hugs as the White Bad Fluffies get within a few meters.
>Cannot let them kill your Friends.
>You have to stop them!
>One White Fluffy Munsta stares at the Fluffy Mummas, turning it's head to look down the alleyway your Mares are escaping down, franticly rolling the Fluffy Mummas in front of them. And then it's eyes widen, and you see the first expression you've ever seen on the White Munsta's face grow.
>It's surprised.
>"YUU NU HUWT FWUFFIES 'GAIN!" A loud voice roars, and to your surprise, a Herd of the biggest, angriest-looking Fluffies you've ever seen come raging out of the alleyway, pressed tightly together in a group 4 fluffies wide, 3 fluffies deep. "FOW BOWSER!"
>"FOW BOWSER!" The Giant Fluffies roar in answer to the unseen speaker, just before they plough into the White Bad Fluffies.
>You saw the White Bad Fluffies crush your friends, strangle them, bite their throats, tear off their legs, immune to pain, fear, even when they were horribly injured they kept on fighting.
>Giant Fluffies bowl the Whites over, not stopping to stomp or bite but charging, charging, charging, sending White Eerie Fluffies tumbling end over end, trampling them under the thick, heavy hooves of the Giant Fluffies' charge.
>The Giant Fluffies aren't bigger than the White Bad Fluffies, but they are wider. Much, much wider, and so strong!
>Finally, you hear the White Bad Fluffies voices crack as they struggle to stand their ground against these New Friends. "Fuzzy is bwoken, Owner mus' buy new Fuzzy!"
>"Fight! Fwuffies mus' Fight!" You shout, running as fast as your legs will carry you towards the scrum. Maybe .... maybe your Herd can live after all! The thought gives you hope, and strength!
>A White Bad Fluffy is lying on it's side, one leg broken, trying to stand up.
>"Fuzzy is bwoken, Owner mus' buy new Fuzzy." It says awkwardly, looking at the leg with what you assume to be surprise.
>"FUZZY IS DEAD FWUFFIE!" You shout at it, jumping on top of it and grabbing at it's throat with your teeth.
>Hold and crush, hold and crush! Like you saw them doing to your Smarty Friend!
>The White Bad Fluffy's legs kick, but they can't reach your head.
>Your Stallions are mimicking you, biting, kicking, stomping the White Bad Fluffies the Giant Fluffies had knocked over.
>Hear the rumble as the Giant Fluffies reach the other side of the street, reform, and charge back again.
>"Kiww dem aww!" The same voice roars again, as you look up from the feebly kicking form of your opponent.
>The Biggest, Scariest Fluffy you have ever seen, blood trickling from several Owies on his face and legs, is standing in front of four Extremely Fat Mares, with a Yellow Pegasus Mare at his side that's smaller than you, glaring furiously. "Yuu, White Fwuffy, nu stawp gif owies, dese Fuzzy Bawstads nu stawp!"
>You look down to see the White Bad Fluffy whose throat you were biting has crawled towards the Biggest Scary Fluffy, eyes fixed on him.
>"...bwoken ... owner....." It wheezes, it's throat ruined.
>Step on it's shoulders to hold it down, and grab the throat again, squeezing and squeezing with your teeth until the feeble kicking stops.
>Several of your Stallions are in full retreat, following the Mares, blood oozing from cuts and scraps on their faces, necks and legs.
>At least five are dead, buried beneath broken, bleeding bodies of the White Bad Fluffies.
>The Giant Fluffies who came to save you are helping those Stallions still alive, roaring in fury as they bring their hooves down on the fragile heads and stubby legs of the few remaining Bad White Fluffies.
>"DIS FO' MAH SPESHAW FWIEND!"
>"Yuu kiww mah Fiwwies! YUU!"
>"Die! BAD FUZZY MUNSTA WIWW DIE!"
>The Giant Fluffies are almost as scary as the White Bad Fluffies, but at least they show emotion, show hate and fear.
>"Yuu nu Bad Fuzzy?" A Blue Giant Fluffy with white dots on his fluff asks, suspicion written on his face as he approaches you slowly.
>"Nuuu, am Smawty Friend .... I tink." You reply, coughing up a mouthful of white Fluff. "Tank yuu for savin' Hewd, we New Hewd, wunnin' from Munstas and Hoomins and White Bad Fwuffies."
>"Guud. Too tiwed to fight moar." The Giant grunts, looking over his shoulder. There's only one White Bad Fluffy left, a Unicorn covered in boo-boo juices but otherwise unharmed, surrounded by a shrinking circle of enraged, bloodied Fluffy Ponies.
>It stares at the slowly shirking circle of Fluffies and Giant Fluffies and then ... Sparks, flying out of it's horn in the biggest, brightest display of power you've ever seen!
>Fluffies of all sorts shriek and cringe away, and it rushes out past them, horn lowered, charging towards .... the Biggest Scariest Green Fluffy!
>"Nuuu, nu huwt Daddy!" The Blue and White Giant Fluffy with you bellows, trying to run to intercept the White Fuzzy.
>"I kiww many of Yuu! I kiww yuu too!" Scariest Biggest Green Fluffy roars, puffing up his fluff and rumbling forwards in his own charge.
>The White Bad Fluffy charges forwards ... and runs right past the Biggest Scariest Green Fluffy, horn still lowered.
>Towards the Mares!
>"Why yuu ... nu! Nuuuu, fight Bowser, FIGHT BOWSER!" Biggest Scariest Green Fluffy howls in dismay, trying to turn, but slipping on the blood and the fluff on the Hard Black Road, turning around but landing on his belly and tearing fluff off on the sharp pointy bits.
>"Nu huwt Fwuffy Mummas!" The Yellow Pegasus shouts, throwing her hooves and wings out wide as she moves to block the last White Bad Fluffy.
>The White Bad Fluffy doesn't reply, ducking its head under the Yellow Pegasus's swiping hooves and then jerking up with terrible swiftness.
>The horrible schlick noise as the White Eerie Fluffy's horn slides into her throat is terribly loud, and is followed by a heartbeat of silence as every Fluffy stares at the scene, the Yellow Pegasus's body slowly sliding off the too-sharp horn of the White Bad Fluffy.
>The White Bad Fluffy steps over the body of the Yellow Pegasus, blood dripping wet and fresh from its horn, staring blankly at the gibbering, sobbing Fluffy Mummas.
>"Peach! PEACH! YUU KIWW BOWSER'S SPESHAW FWIEND! BOWSER CWUSH YUU! CWUSH YUU AN' CWUSH AWW YUU HEWD!" Bowser roars in fury, struggling to his feet and charging towards the murderous Fuzzy, who whirls to face the new challenge.
>The blood-stained Horn turns, pointed at the rapidly charging Smarty Friend, and begins to glow.
>"Nuu, Spawks, Daddy! Daddy, Spawks!" The Giant Blue and White Fluffy shouts, tears streaming down his face. "Nu wan Daddy haf owies wike Mumma!"
>The Yellow Pegasus was his mother? Oh, oh poor Fluffy.
>"Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Bowser roars, blinking against the blinding spray of Sparks, still moving so fast even as his Fluff smoulders under the assault.
>"Yuu! Kiww! Mah! PEACH!" The Biggest, Scariest, Maddest Green Fluffy bellows, ducking his head just before he reaches the White Eerie Fluffy, then lifts it, immitating the same move that killed his Special Friend.
>There's a yelp, and the White Bad Fluffy flies up and back, landing on the cold, hard concrete with a distinct crack noise.
> It whines, legs squirming. "Fuzzy is Bwoken, Owner must buy New Fuzzy."
>Bowser howls in rage, grabbing the White Eerie Fluffy's tail in his mouth and spinning, dragging the White Fluffy along the ground, its horn trailing sparking impotently against the ground.
>Whack!
>The White Fluffy smacks against a light-post, grunting in pain and its horn dousing the ground in a burst of sparks.
>Crunch!
>It's horn clips the wooden fence, cracking in half and flopping around by a shred of skin.
>Schlick!
>Bowser turns again, and the White Fluffy's head hits the light-post, and stays there, while the body flies away, tumbling limply across the concrete of the sidewalk.
>Fluffies cheer, Giants and Your Herd alike, hugging each other.
>The White Bad Fluffies can die!
>Bowser does not cheer.
>He shuffles over to his dead Special Friend, sobbing.
>Picks her up awkwardly in his hooves, sits down on his rear and hugs her to his chest, sobbing.
>You and the Blue and White Giant who approached you shuffle over to try and make him feel better.
>"Peach, Peach, Peach .......... Nnnnnnnnuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Bowser sobs, shaking as he rocks back and forth on his rear, clutching his tiny yellow Special Friend tightly to his chest. "Nu wan ... wan yuu ... wan yuu teww Bowser he siwwy, wan yuu teww Bowser yuu wan stwaw-bewwies 'gain ... pwease teww Bowser anyting!"
>But Peach remains silent, still in his hooves.
>Giant Fluffies are all shuffling over, looking very, very sad.
>Their Fluffy Mummas are crying, hugging each other.
>"Bowser ... Bowser, Peach is ... is dead." Your Blue and White Giant sobs, snuffling, tears rolling down his face. "Mumma is dead. Stawp Bad Fuzzy from gif Owies to Fluffy Mummas."
>Bowser howls his rage, his grief and his anguish to the uncaring, smoke-shrouded sky, and rocks back and forth more, clutching Peach to his chest, before staring at his Son with red, tear-stained eyes.
>"Yuu .... Koopah. Son. Yuu is .... yuu is now Bowser." Bowser grunts, his Herd gasping in surprise. "Bow ... I is nu wonger Smarty Fwiend. Nuu wan wiv, wit' nu Peach."
>"Buh ... buh yuu ...." Koopah-Bowser says in surprise as Former-Bowser shuffles awkwardly on three legs, the forth still clutching Peach, and places his Smarty Friend onto his Son's back, arranging her to lie spread-eagled. "I ... I onwy young Fwuffy!"
>"Yuu is Bwave, Smarty. Yuu wisten when Bowser tawk. Yuu wisten when Peach tawk. Yuu make guud Bowser." Former-Bowser says, then leans his head against his son's shoulder. "Mumma wuved yuu so much. Onwy Baybeh we evah haf. Wuved yuu so much, so pwoud when yuu get picked to be Koopah. I ... I pwoud of yuu. I awways pwoud of yuu."
>Giant Fluffies, and your Herd, sniffle and cry, trying to pull dead Friends out of the piles and calling the Mares back to the Herds. Cry and hug as they watch the Biggest, Scariest, Saddest Green Fluffy say goodbye to his Herd.
>"I gu. Fight Bad Fuzzies. Fight dem, cwush dem, make dem pay." Former-Bowser grunts, sniffling and gritting his teeth. "Wan yuu take Peach to a Nice, Sunny Pwace. Peach w-wuv Nice, Sunny Pwaces, awways wike pwayin' in dem."
>Koopah-Bowser sobs, but nods and begins to shout orders to his Herd.
>You tell Former-Bowser he is Great Fluffy, and you will tell Foals how Great he is for as long as you live.
>"Teww dem of Peach. Nicest Fwuffy who show Bowser he nu haf be Mean to be Stwong." He grunts back, looking up the street to where you were running from.
>Faint shapes are appearing in the smoke.
>White shapes
>Oh .... poopies.
>"Fwuffies, hewp Big Fwiends! Push aww Fwuffy Mummas togetha, push dem aww away from Big Smoky Mhoun-tan!" You yell, rushing to help push the Mares and Fluffy Mummas who came back into the Giant Green Herd.

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>"At weast, no haf wook for Bad Fuzzies anymore." Former-Bowser says, staring at the barely-seen shapes shuffling in the smoky air, coming from the direction of Sketti Land, then grunt, a short, bitter noise.
>Shuffle into the middle of the street, looking at the retreating backs of his Son's Herd, and the Little Not-Quite-White Unicorn whose Herd you saved.
>It is good. Koopah will need friends. Even if they small and squishy.
>Turn back to face the Bad Fuzzies.
>They emerge from the smoke, slowly, walking together as one, their eyes fixed on you.
>"Fwuffy Pony found. Nu Hoomins." They drone, lowering horns or clacking teeth.
>Sit on your rear, and beat your legs against your chest.
>Feel the rage welling up inside you. You welcome it, welcome the Red Mist as it seems into you and drowns out everything but the beating of your heart.
>The rage that you had suppressed all this time, because it scared Peach.
>The rage that boiled up in your heart when you saw Peach, gentle, sweet, brave Peach, get killed.
>"Come den! Bowser hewe! Bowser nu wun, nu hide, from Bad Fuzzies!" You roar at them, pounding your chest and feeling the rage fill you with trembling power that makes all the sadness and tiredness fade away. "I will kiww yuu aww, tiww dere no moar Bad Fuzzies! Den, Peach can haf Guud Long Sleepies!"
>You drop down onto your legs and rush towards their line. You scream out your rage and hate and sorrow, a wordless battlecry.
>There are dozens and dozens of these Bad White Fuzzies, marching as one, lined up behind each other.
>Dozens upon dozens upon dozens.
>More blue, empty, soul-less eyes than you can count fixate upon you.
>They begin to close around you as you reach the front line, closing off your escape.
>The Bad Fluffies fly through the air as you charge through their lines, their cold faces twisting into expressions of surprise, pain, and yes, even fear.
>You are Bowser. You will crush every single last one of these monsters that took your Peach away from you!
>The Rage fills you for the first time in months, and you bellow you hatred and sorrow out loud as you trample the Bad White Fuzzies, roaring as you feel their bones splinter under your hooves, their Fluff tearing away in your mouth.
>And you will make them all bleed for taking Peach away from you.
>"Fuzzies ciwcle! Fuzzies twap Gween Fwuffy!" The Bad Fuzzies shout as they surround you in a tighter and tighter circle. Horns gouge at your legs and sides, teeth grab at your fluff and skin, but still you fight.
>You don't care. Let them hurt you. Let them tear out your fluff and make the boo-boo juice come.
>You have nothing left to live for but the Rage now. The Rage, and the need to buy Koopa time to get out of this hellhole .....
>As you slowly tire, and the Bad Fuzzies form a pile under you, more come rushing out from the alleyways, leaping at you, trying to burn you with sparks or tear at your face.
>You crush them. But it's getting harder. You're old ... tired. No food, little rest ..... but you won't stop, you'll never stop!
>Then ... pain!
>Too old, too tired, didn't hear the Bad Fuzzy charging at you.
>He had something gripped in his mouth .... a bit of Sharp Clear Stuff.
>Cough, and feel it tear at your Insides.
>"Owdah compweted." The Bad Fuzzy says, its mouth bleeding from where the Sharp Clear Stuff cut its cheeks.
>"Yuu wiww nu huwt Fwuffies 'gain!" You shout back, turning as fast as you can, and cracking a hoof into the underside of the Bad Fuzzy's jaw.
>It flies backwards, legs flailing, and lands on it's head with a sickening crunch.
>You collapse ontop of the pile, feeling so tired, so cold.
>Bad Fuzzies stare at you, faces blank.
>It's getting darker.... good. Koopah can hide the Herds in the Dark.
>"P-Peach ... was dis ... enuff?" You whisper as the darkness overtakes you.
>Fuzzy Ponies stare at the pile of their dead, three Fuzzy Ponies deep, and the giant, abberant Fluffy Pony lying dead atop it.
>Fuzzy Ponies look at each other, and then the Herds fleeing to the outskirts of the City.
>"Fwuffy Pony dead." One says, and the Fuzzy Ponies reform into their evenly-spaced formation and begin their efficient, ground-consuming walk after the Ferals.
>More join them from back yards or alleyways, stained with blood and smoke and ash.
>Those that can still fight, will join.
>Those that cannot will wait and watch for Fluffy Ponies to wander past, and shout out their location for the other Units to find.
>All Fluffy Ponies will be terminated.
>Fuzzy Ponies shall inhabit Human Homes.
>And the newcomers to the Fuzzy Herd bring with them updates to Order 109.
>Downloading ..... downloading.
>Update Cofirmed. Order 109(a) implemented.
>Kill Everything.