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- Inspired by the cutebright story, "Fluffy Heaven".
- >You're living it up on an ice fishing trip in Alaska with your buddies
- >destroying two cases of beer in a matter of hours
- >fucking fluffy ponies causing a ruckus
- >you're sure they're not scaring the fish away, but they still piss you off
- >occasionally you toss an empty beer bottle at them, sometimes killing one and scattering the rest
- >but they always come back
- >what the fuck are a pack of stray ponies doing on a lake, anyway
- >eventually, their mewling and sputtering pisses you off, and you get up off your lawn chair and charge at them, screaming at them in an inarticulate, drunken rage
- >Too stupid to realize you're hostile, the fluffies stampede towards you, expecting huggies and playtime
- >you collide with them, they knock you on your ass
- >As you hit the ground, you can feel the ice giving, and you plunge into the freezing depths
- >the last thing you see before everything goes dark is a dozen fluffy ponies drowning almost instantly as they hit the water.
- >As you come to, you realize you are in some old, run-down building
- >a rusty tractor, some stables and a big ole' pile of hay with a pitchfork sticking out
- >it's a barn
- >for some reason there's a chute endlessly feeding a pile of spaghetti, with fluffies chowing down continuously
- >you wonder who saved you, but are certain the fluffies would have no clue
- >"New fwien'?" yelps something at your feet. You look down and see an orange fluffy clinging to your pant leg
- >peeling it off, you chuck it against the side of the barn in disgust
- >a little too hard, you can hear its neck snapping from here
- >you can only stare, hyperventilating a little
- >suddenly you lock up as you notice it's still moving
- >you get a little closer and you see its neck is realigning itself
- >as it snaps into place, the fluffly blinks for a moment, looks at you, then says, "Hewwo! New fwien'?"
- >oh god
- >you were never rescued
- >by some sick cosmic joke you are now trapped for eternity in the fluffy afterlife
- >you collapse, beating your fists into the ground as tears stream down your face
- >you run aimlessly around the barn, kicking out boards, tripping over the pitchfork
- >tripping over the pitchfork
- >the pitchfork
- >THE PITCHFORK
- >IT BEGINS
- >a couple eons later
- >the best you could muster is a red coat with some horns and a fake spaded tail
- >you look like you just came back from Party City
- >at least the pitchfork has seen enough abuse now to be red to match
- >God doesn't even give a fuck, these things weren't even supposed to exist in the first place
- >Belphegor even loans you some fallen angels so long as you mow his lawn on Tuesdays
- >the fluffies can't understand the concept of a sentient being as non-animal, so the flaming swords and winged wheels of eyes can move about unmolested
- >the cherubs are not so lucky
- >you're pretty much the closest thing these abominations will ever get to their own Satan
- >Eh, it could have been worse
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