Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat vs Charcoal

>You are a maroon fluffy unicorn with a light green mane.
>You and Charcoal are lying next to each other.
>You look at the empty pen, you are the only two in it.
>She is babbling happily while you look at the other pens.
>Suddenly a two legged monster is at your pen, “Need some filler tonight, you’ll do!”
>He leans over and grabs you.
>You are carried by the skin on your back to the arena.
>The silver furred monster is speaking, “Well seems that they have pulled one of our modified fluffies!”
>”This one is special folks, he has survived many bouts in the ring, but will he survive tonight!?”
>”We find out in the pot luck!” The crowd is mumbling excitedly.
>”Ok! Send the next one!”
>He faces the crowd, “Totally random folks! The one right now is looking for another combatant not knowing who is out here already!”
>”Two fluffy ponies with no pairing at all, this one is modified, the next one can be a total new arrival doomed from the start!”
>”Right now even odds!”
>There is a pause, “And here comes the next one! Wow! A crowd favorite!”
>The audience hoots in response.
>”Ok put on the vest, she’s fanatical! One of the fastest we got! Our number one hugger! This will be a match to remember!”
>You look on in horror as Charcoal is lowered into the arena.
>She is wearing a spiked vest.
>She looks over and sees you.
>Her face drops, “Nuuuu! NUUUU! Charcoa no gif bad huggies speshul smawty!”
>She backs into to the side of the ring.
>”Ok folks, the combatants are in! The odds are set, minutes to place your bets! Who will live? Who will die?”
>The two legged monster behind you starts to talk, “Hey big guy, if you give her big owchies I’ll be your daddy.”
>”I’ll take you home and give you lots of spaghetti. All you have to do is give her big owchies and daddy will love you.”
>You turn and look at the monster, “Go way! Yoo no Deadmeat daddeh!”
>You hear Charcoal yelling, “No wan sketties, no wan hewt spechul smawty!”
>”Go kill her you little fuck! I’m getting fucking tired of your goddamn attitude!” The monster is starting to glare at you.
>You start to puff your cheeks when you hear Charcoal again.
>“Pwease…  hewp fwuffy... no wan hewt spechul smawty… fwuffy wan hewp…” She begins to cry.
>You turn and see her sobbing in the middle of the arena.
>You run to her and nuzzle her neck.
>”Deadmeat keep spechul fwen saf.”
>She looks at you with tears in her eyes, “Charcoa no wan gif bad huggies no mo…”
>You turn and puff your cheeks, “Musta go way! Gif big owchies!”
>The silver furred monster speaks again, “What the hell is this? You suppose to kill each other not fuck.”
>”Hey, where did you get the modified fluffy from?”
>”Pen ten.” Says the monster who brought you out.
>”Where did the hugger come from?”
>”Pen ten, saw she was the last one so figured just empty it out.”
>The silver furred monster looks at you, “Well fuck me running, you two are a couple!”
>He looks back at the audience, “What are the odds folks! Maybe I should have made that a bet, someone would have cleaned up!””
>”This is why we keep our pens numbered so we don’t fight fluffies that know each other.”
>He points at the two of you, ”I mean look at these lovebirds folks, we can’t force them to fight.”
>”I’ve seen this before, they will just sit there for hours never doing anything.”
>”So that’s it folks, love conquers all!”
>”We’ll send these two back and get two more! How’s that sound?”
>”We’ll let these two have a happy ending! Should we do it? Should we send them back?”
>The crowd answers in unison, “No!”
>The silver furred monster looks back with his slithering smile.
>The two dead eyed monsters at the arena edge start to laugh, “Heh… heh… heh…”
>”Sorry guys, bets have been placed.”
>He faces the two of you standing together, Charcoal quaking behind you and your cheeks puffed.
>”I’m curious, which is stronger… the power of love… or the sorry stick!”
>The two monsters jump into the ring, one is holding a broom and the other is holding a hard rubber car antennae.
>Charcoal starts to steps nervously as she sees them approach.
>Sheer terror is in her voice as she begins to scream, “NUUUUU!!! NUUUUU!!! NUUUUU!!!”
>You charge the men lowering your horn.
>”Careful, that one has an alloy horn now.”
>The man with the broom swings it like a baseball bat hitting your side and sending you rolling.
>”Got him, you get the bad ass, I’ll take spikes over here.”
>Charcoal screams, she turns and runs away crying.
>The man closes the gap quickly slamming the broom onto her body knocking her flat.
>You stop rolling, you jump up and start to run to Charcoal.
>The antennae swats hard down on your nose making you plow into the dirt, some of it goes into your mouth.
>”Ok guys, don’t kill them! If you do that forfeits the match, and I don’t like giving refunds.”
>Charcoal starts to plead, “Pwease! Nuu sowwy stick! Fwuffy sowwy nuuuu!”
>The monster doesn’t listen, he drives the bristles into her eyes so hard it pushes her back with each hit.
>She lets out a painful wail as the broom almost blinds her.
>You stand up and start to spit out dirt.
*Whsst*
>Your front legs are knocked out from under you, they are filled with a burning pain.
>You can’t help but to start yelling in pain as the man starts to swipe your sides.
>You force yourself to stand and stare at the man, “Deadmeat… gif owcies!”
>The man laughs, “Bring it on big guy!”
>The silver furred monster addresses te crowd again, “Sorry folks, we are have some technical difficulties at the moment.”
>The monster with the broom brings the blunt end of the handle down hard on Charcoals nose.
>She backs up in pain, tears streaming down her face, “Waaahhhhh! Waaahhhhh! Wa-wa-wahhhhh!”
>”Are you ready to kill yet bitch!” the monster stats to drive the blunt end into her body viciously.
>”Yea folks, just have to make a few adjustments to the equipment, the show should start soon.”
>You start to charge the man.
>He gives a quick sweeping kick that catches you under your jaw.
>You fly backwards feeling like your entire head is rattling.
>You land with a thump knocking the wind out of you.
>Before you can move it feels like your skull is getting twisted and the man steps on your horn forcing it on the ground.
>”Wet Deadmeat go munsta!”
>”The secret is in the follow through” He is giggling at your struggles.
>”wet Deadmeat go! Deadmeat gif-“
*Whsst*
>He swings hard hitting your pee pee place with his weapon.
>You freeze as the liquid pain fills your belly.
>Your mouth open in a frozen silent scream broken by a small cough.
>”Well that shut you up!” He continues his assault on your genitals grunting with each swipe.
>The other man grabs up Charcoal by her tail and starts to swat her head with the handle of the broom.
>Charcoal starts to scream, “Fwuffy wan no mo sowwy stick! Fwuffy huggies fwen! Wahhhhh!!”
>”That’s more like it! You better goddamn hug bitch or it will be worse when I get back in.”
>The man takes his foot off your horn leaving you laying in pain.
>The silver furred monster runs back and forth excitedly.
>He is laughing, “HA HA HA HA ! You hear that folks! The sorry stick made love its little bitch!”
>You force yourself to stand, the two legged dead eyed monsters are not around.
>You start huffing,”Deadmeat sowwy, twy pwotect fwen...”
>You turn and look at your friend.
>Charcoal is standing there crying, one eye is bloodshot and the other is almost pure red.
>Boo boo juice is dripping from her nose and mouth, the side of her head is swelling.
>”Charcoa no wan sowwy stick no mo…” She chokes back tears and she starts to walk forward.
>You start to back away, “Deadmeat no hewt spechul fwen...”
>”Yoo gudest fwuffy. Charcoa wan be wif yoo… but no wan sowwy stick…”
>You keep backing up.
>”Charcoa gif spechul smawty huggie now…”
>You back into the side of the arena, you can’t back up any further.
>Charcoal starts to run toward you.
>You close your eyes and cringe before feeling a shove on your head.
>Her hooves are squeezing your shoulders.
>You feel her hooves slowly let go and your nose feels warm and wet.
>You open your eyes to see she has hit your horn with her throat impaling herself, blood seeping from the wound.
>The spikes from her vest are below your chin dangling harmlessly.
>You twist and back up pulling your horn out of her neck.
>She falls to the ground lifeless her eyes closed forever.
>On her face is something you don’t ever remember seeing on her, a smile.
>Tears blur your vision as you stand over your dead friend, “Nuu.. Deadmeat no wan hewt fwen…”
>The silver furred monster grabs you up by the skin on your back and picks you up.
>”What kind of cold blooded mother fucker would kill his own girlfriend to save his own worthless ass!?”
>He holds you high, “This cold blooded mother fucker right here!”
>You scream in frustration, “Nuuuu! NUUUUU!”
>”Listen to that war cry folks! Give it up for the lady killer here!”
>The crowd is cheering stomping as you continue you frustrated screams.