Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- FractalFluff, February 8, 2014; 20:51 / FB 17607
- =======================================================================================================================================
- (From an original idea by Madmartigan. Contains only horror and misery for fluffies. Ixnay on the ugboxhay for once.)
- Smarty Goes Into Advertising
- >Be a Smarty Friend
- >Light beige pointy with a neon-orange mane
- >Called Blaze by your dimly-recalled hoomin owner.
- >Sooo proud of your herd!
- >Sooo many big strong Tuffies!
- >Sooo many fat happy mummahs!
- >Sooo many bouncing baby foals!
- >You've led them wisely and well
- >Other Smarties let their herds get mowed down by metaw-munstahs
- >Or try to take land with too many two-leg munstahs.
- >Not you!
- >You've kept your Herd safe, kept them off the metaw-munstah-wocks
- >Only settle in fields or big Pawks
- >Places that hoomins won't defend with woof-woof munstahs or bangy-stickies.
- >Now you've found a HUUUUGE Pawk!
- >It's full of grassies, flower-nummies, berry nummies
- >And there are lots of quiet places where the hoomins won't come very often.
- >You and your Herd have settled down near a stand of raspberry canes
- >You're nomming nummies
- >Tasty red berries
- >Mummahs are happy and well-fed, nursing their foals, plenty of milkies.
- >Toughies are slouching around, keeping watch,
- >Fetching nummies for pregnant dams
- >Or just playing with their babies.
- >Everyone is happy
- >Everyone is full
- >You are the Best Smarty.
- >Suddenly there's a HISSS
- >Is it a snakey-munstah?
- >You look around, startled.
- >Something wet sprays across your facey
- >Sky-wawa?
- >No, the sky is blue and bright.
- >You hear more hissies
- >All the fluffies are fussing now:
- >"Nu wike hiss-hiss munstah!"
- >"Nu wike wet! Wawa bad fow fwuffy!"
- >The herd mills around nervously
- >Pretty soon, everyone has caught a blast of the spray.
- >The hissing subsides
- >The fluffies start to settle down.
- >Your nose wrinkles
- >What is that smell..?
- >One of the mummahs starts to lick her foal clean of the spray.
- >"Babbeh wetties wif nasty hissy-wawa? Mummah cwean yu..."
- >Her ears are suddenly flat
- >Her eyes are suddenly big
- >That smell...
- >It smells like...
- >Smells like...
- >"BAD BABBEH!"
- >The mare who was just about to give her foal a loving mummah-lickies bathie throws him aside.
- >"Bad babbeh! Yu twick mummah! Yu pwetend yu gud babbeh! Steaw miwkies!"
- >She kicks him away, then sniffs her other foal and does the same thing.
- >All up and down the raspberry canes, the same scene is repeated:
- >Foals ripped away from milkie places
- >Foals tossed into the dirt
- >"Bad babbeh! Yu twick mummah! Yu nu mah babbeh nu mowe!"
- >"Miwkies onwy fow gud babbeh!"
- >"Gu 'way, dummeh!"
- >And the cries of the babies:
- >"Whaa? Mummah! Why kickin babbeh? Why giffin hewties?"
- >"Huuhuuhuu... Mummah nu wuv babbeh nu mowe?"
- >Several mares bring you their babies, demanding that you give them forever sleeps
- >You're bewildered
- >They SMELL like bad babies
- >But... but they were all good babies before!
- >None of your mares has had a bad baby in many fat-moon-balls!
- >They were good babies...
- >Until...
- >Until the hissy-munstah!
- >"Hewd!" you shout.
- >"Nu hewt babbehs! Dey nu bad babbehs! It a twick!"
- >Frantically you run up and down among your Herd
- >Screaming, pleading, begging them to stop hurting the babies
- >They don't listen
- >Even when you kick and bite they just glare at you
- >Then stomp the babies anyway.
- >You're making the biggest saddies!
- >All those foals, all your prized fat babies
- >The future of your Herd!
- >They're all lying crumpled and bleeding
- >You see babies crushed beneath Toughie hooves
- >Babies having their heads twisted around
- >Babies drowned in sorry-poopies
- >You scream and beg
- >Threaten and curse and cry
- >But they don't listen.
- >Only when all the foals are boo-boos and messes do they stop.
- >Saddie-wawas pour from your eyes
- >You hunt frantically for any foals that are still alive
- >You gather them to you
- >You can see they have worstest-owwies
- >Soon they will take the forever-sleepies too.
- >You sink to the ground, clutching the dying babies
- >"Suuu sowwy, babbehs... huuhuuhuuhuu..."
- >The little chirping bundles fall silent, one by one
- >"Why... mummah... nu... wuv..."
- >"Am... bad... babbeh..."
- >"peep-peep... peep... peep..."
- >"Bwaze faiw Hewd... Bwaze nu cud saf gud babbehs... am wowstes Smawty..."
- >You sit like that, clutching the now-dead foals in your foreleggies
- >You make saddies until you have no more saddie-wawas left in you.
- >The Sky-ball moves across the sky.
- >A mare stands up, looks around her.
- >"Babbehs..?" she says. "Whewe babbehs gu?"
- >She finds the corpse of the filly she stamped to death only hours before
- >"Babbeh? Babbeh? Nuuuuu! Nu take fowevew sweepies, babbeh!"
- >All up and down the Herd, the same thing is happening
- >The meanie-trick-bad-baby-smell has gone
- >The fluffies find their babies stomped, bitten, drowned, buried in the dirt
- >They howl and wail
- >They are all making the biggest saddies
- >You see your most trusted Toughie
- >A mighty earthie with a battle-scarred muzzle
- >Cradling his day-old green twins in his great Toughie leggies
- >Sobbing "Huuhuuhuu... mah babbehs... wan die... wan die..!"
- >"Mah babbehs! Huuhuuhuuu! Wan die!" sobs everyfluffy.
- >"Hewd babbehs! Huuhuuhuuu! Wan dieee!" you sob.
- >Web cameras and microphones hidden in the sycamores pick up everything
- >Every sniff, stomp, and sorry-poopie
- >Every sob of remorse
- >Every "huuhuu!"
- >Every "wan die!"
- >Goes out live via the Web
- >15 Fluffy Liberation Front activists die from apoplexy.
- >You leave your fluffies and wander the Park alone, mumbling "wan die".
- >Unbeknownst to you, you end up starring in a new ad campaign.
- >The recordings of you sobbing "Bwaze nu cud saf gud babbehs... am wowstes Smawty..."
- >And "Huuhuuhuuu! Wan dieee!" —
- >These are used to great effect.
- >A cartoon rendition of you, holding dead foals
- >Crying floods of cartoon tears
- >Captioned "Wan die!" —
- >That becomes the RuntSpray logo.
- >Unwittingly, you help sell thousands of units.
- >"Likeness rights" are not a thing for fluffies.
- >Hundreds of farmers, park keepers and homeowners rush out to buy the system.
- >RuntSpray's stock goes up 500%.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement