Werefluffy

>You're out one night doing your usual thing
>Looking for fluffy ponies to torture
>Sometimes you might gather some up and bring them home for quality torture, but tonight you just find them and beat them with your lead pipe
>You're just finishing up your latest victim, a little pink earth fluffy
>"No hurties new daddy! Fwuffy be good!"
>You're not even pausing to listen, just keep hitting them until they stop moving
>As you bring it down you hear one last "pwease..." and then silence
>Break out a smoke and have a nice long draw on it as you calm down
>You use the fluffy corpse to wipe the blood off your pipe and leave it in the alley
>'Time to find another', you think as you stroll on your merry way
>Suddenly, a there's a low growl coming from the front of the alley
>Sounds like a feral creature, maybe a raccoon or a rapid dog
>You ready your pipe for actual combat as you walk forward
>As it comes into view you start to laugh out loud
>It's just another fluffy pony, a tiny black one with messed up fur and a little scowl
>A little more angry than your usual fluffy pony but nothing to be frightened of
"Hey little guy. I got some spaghetti for you"
>You hide your pipe as you try to corner it
>He's having none of it as he rushes forward, prepared to attack
"Hey, what the-!"
>He's faster than your average fluffy
>Rushes strait for your outstretched hand and attacks with a furious bite
"Motherfucker!"
>It actually hurt
>You throw the creature into a wall
>Look at the bite
>It broke the skin
"Oh you're getting it you little shit!"
>You prepare to attack it as it scampers off, quick as a jack rabbit
>You've never seen a fluffy move that fast
>You try to chase it out of the alley but it's fluff color gives it perfect camouflage
>You're pissed
>Try to look for it all night, but all you find are a few other fluffy ponies
>You beat them up to vent your aggression but it's just not the same
>You go home disappointed
>Fucking Fluffy Ponies
>When you get home you take wash the wound and bandage it
>You've been bitten plenty of times thanks to your habits but none have ever actually needed any kind of medical attention
>The wound doesn't look like any fluffy pony bite you've had before, like the fluffy pony actually had canine teeth
>You clean it and stop worrying about it
>You're focused more on vengeance
>Over the next month you start a campaign to try and find the fluffy that bit you
>Hang up flyers for 'Lost Fluffy' with the description you got of him
>Act as if he's your lost pet and you're his owner
>You ask local shelters if they've found any fluffies that were unusually violent
>Sometimes they ask what his name is
>You give about twenty different answers out, never the same one twice
>Even revisit the alley you met at, putting out plates of spaghetti and hiding in the trash waiting for him
>Nothing. Nada. El Zilcho.
>It becomes an obsession for you
>You've given up hunting normal fluffies, its just not the same
>You need to find that little black fluffy and get revenge
>Monthiversary
>You're once again in the alley, waiting for your 'white whale' (Ironic in that it is a black pony)
>No traps or plate of spaghetti this time
>Just you and your lead pipe
>You plan to fight this out like men
"I know you're here! Come on out! I'm waitin' for ya!"
>Bang the pipe around the alley trying to get its attention, if its even around anymore
>You're about to pack it in and give up for another night, when you see it
>Right at the front of the alley, it's the little black fluffy again
"So, you finally came back!"
>Fluffy stares you down
>You rush it with your pipe
>As you bring it down you just hit asphalt
>Turn around and see the pony perched on a trashcan
>"No come hewe to fite"
"Too bad!"
>You rush it again but just hit the trashcan over
>Fluffy pony is once again gone, standing at the front of the alley
>"Jus want to see show."
"Show? What show?"
>Fluffy pony smiles at you
>Not a happy 'wanna pway' smile. A malevolent smile.
>It points up
>"Moon!"
>You look up
>It's a full moon tonight
"What moon do?"
>Did you just say that?
>Why did you just say that?
"Why me... no speak... good."
>"It begins"
>You feel sick, you start to keel over
>Your fingers contort like they're possessed
>You hear bones cracking and reforming
>You can't help but mewl in pain
>Your skin starts to expand and puff out like a balloon
>It feels like something is trying to escape from it
>You violently scratch at it with your spasming hands
>You skin comes off like tissue paper revealing... fluff
>Blue fluff starts to stick out of your body underneath your rapidly deteriorating skin
>Your face starts to warp into a snout and your ears point up
"Hurties!"
>You continue to mewl in pain as the world around you starts to grow
>The little black fluffy smirks darkly as you finish your transformation
>Two kids walk down the street in the afternoon
>They stop when they hear a mewling coming from the alley
>They enter in to see a little bundle of clothes shivering
>They peak into the clothes and find a scared little blue fluffy pony crying its little eyes out
>It looks up at them
"Fwiends?"
>"Yeah, we're your friends."
>One of the kids picks up the little fluffy
>The other picks up the conveniently placed lead pipe next to it
>"Okay let her rip Mitch!" the kid with the pipe cries
>Mitch winds up and tosses the fluffy towards his pipe-wielding friend
>*Crack*
>Home run!