Fall of Cleveland: Maw of Madness, Part 2

Bowser & Peach: Into the Maw of Madness (part 2)

Day 6 of Spaghetti Land

>Herd has had to cross many, many perils to get to Sketti Land, but now, you all have to cross the Hard Black Thing to get to the Mountain of Spaghetti at the Heart of Sketti Land.
>But there are Meanie Box Munstas on the Hard Black thing. Even now, after Hoomins started to leave in their thousands.
>They are loud, fast, scary. Some even throw Huwty-Things at the Herd!
>See a Mare squeal as a Huwty-Thing bounces off her head.
>The McDonalds Foam Cup still has some coffee in it, and spills it over a handful of Fluffies as the impact makes the lid come off.
>"WAAAAAH!" "Nuu, howt! Owies!" "Nu smeww pwetty nu moar!" "Nu wan, wan gu back!"
>"Stuupids!" Smarty Friend yells, glaring at the Fluffies who were splashed with the Hot-Smelly-Wawas. "Sketti Mhoun-tan wight dere! Sketti wand so cwose! Uni wight dere, waitin' to pway wit' yuu!"
>He's right. The Spaghetti Mountain looms over the Hooman's Houses, a glistening vision of paradise. You mouth waters, and your tummy rumbles unhappily at the very sight of it. You've never had this legendary 'Sketti', but you're sure it's delicious ....
>Fluffies from other Herds are creeping up to join your Herd, whimpering, crying, babbling. You feel nervous that they are so close, your Herd seems to be dwarfed by the sheer number of these 'Other' Herds.
>Some have had their fluff stained with things that smell terrible.
>Others have boo-boo juice leaking from their mouths, legs, ears and poopie-places.
>All are babbling and shouting about 'Sketti Land' and 'Uni an' Bruddas'.
>Creeping forwards. Creeping up behind you, their eyes fixed on your back .....
>Feel a rising sense of panic fill your little Fluffy Chest.
>Will there be enough Sketti for every fluffy?
>Will the other Fluffies steal your fair share of the Sketti?
>Nuuuuuu! They are touching you! Pushing you forwards, moaning about 'Sketti' and 'So cwose' and 'wan haf nummies'!
>They are pushing you ... no, your entire Herd, onto the Hard Black Thing!
>Smarty Friend shouts "CHAWGE!"
>You run, partly because you want to get to the Spaghetti first, partly because you've already been pushed half onto the Hard Black Thing.
>Fluffies behind you cheer and run too.
>Stupid Fluffies thing Smarty Friend was talking to them!
>Nuuuu, your Skettis!

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>Be an octogenarian driver. Fuck the government, they're not getting you to leave your house! Fluffy Pony Invasion, horse-shit!
>Your hilariously thick glasses give you perfect vision! You'd have noticed if those little fluffy abominations were around!
>Wait, did somebody spill paint on the road?
>Or did you take the wrong pills again?

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>Hear a horrible noise, and a terribly powerful gust of wind that nearly pulls you off your hooves as a Meanie Fast Box Munsta roars past, making it's horrible, blood-thirsty noises.
>Behind you, you hear Fluffies shrieking in pain and agony.
>Quickly throw a look over your shoulder, but keep running!
>Meanie Fast Box Munsta came and squashed a lot of Fluffies! Makes you scream in terror and run faster, but you can't take your eyes off the horrible scene.
>Some Fluffies are dragging themselves onwards, their eyes fixed on the Spaghetti Mountain, whimpering at the pain as they crawl on two legs towards the promised Paradise, leaving fluff and skin and boo-boo juices behind on the rough, sometimes-sharp Black Hard Thing that Hoomins call a 'Road'.
>Others are lying on the Hard Black Thing, holding themselves and howling in pain. Some Fluffies are in two pieces, others are just flat, still more and screaming about 'bwoken weggies' and other terrible injuries.
>More Fluffies than you can count are pouring out onto the road, yelling at the top of their lungs that they want 'Sketti' too! More and more and more .... how could there possibly be this many Fluffy Ponies?
>Fluffy Mummas being rolled franticly across the road, complaining when their faces, rear ends or sensitive teats get rolled across the sharp pointy bits of the Hard Black Thing.
>Foals being carried or dragged in the mouths of their parents or being hustled along by frantic Mares, crying that their hooves hurt, or that they are hungry, can't they have nummies yet.
>Stallions rushing forwards, trying to push everyone along faster, shouting that the Munstas will be back, everyone must run! Sometimes they even try to push each other along, which leads to squabbles as they push each other back and forth, and other Fluffies have to run around them, bumping into more Fluffies who also start to grumble at being pushed and shoved!
>Fluffies have to get off the Hard Black Thing, before it's .....
>Oh, oh no ... it is too late!
>More Meanie Fast Box Munstas are coming!

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>Idling behind a car full of young women, idly wondering if this really is the World Longest Red Light. Five hot chickie babes ..... maybe if the Red Light holds, you can run over and get their numbers?
>Wait, about thirty meters down the road.....
>The road is filled with Fluffy Ponies, franticly running as fast as their stubby little legs will carry them. Litterally a river of the little fluffy fuckers, waddling across the road, screaming and shitting and pissing everywhere at their top speed.
>Well, that's just under walking pace. The damn things were engineered to be cute, not fucking fast.
>Quite literally hundreds of them. And there's tens of thousands more in the City already, and millions more converging on Cleveland every day.
>It's because of these little fuckers your town is being evacuated. You waited till most people left, then snuck into an mostly-abandoned walmart and snatched some white-goods.
>Well, maybe the little fuckers were good for something ....
>Easily a mass three or four times as long across as a bus on the road now. Stupid little things keep spreading out rather than going across.
>Pull down your shades, reach for the Lucky Fluffy Dice and give them the Victory Pat.
>Time to get some blood on your undercarriage! For CLEVELAND!
>Green Light! YES!
>Young Women take off like a bullet, you sit there for a few seconds with your sunglasses put on at an angle, then gun it yourself.
>Bitches are gonna take all the fun!
>Easily reach close to forty miles per hour, but they're so far in front!
>Reach up to re-adjust your glasses, don't slow down ....
>Remove your hand....
>Oh shit, they stopped!
>Lights flashing, the young women have all rushed out of their car and are trying to set up a human-road block!
>No way you can slow down at this speed!
>"FfffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~!!!!!!!" You scream like a wounded schoolgirl as your souped-up hot-rod rams straight into the back of their little hatch-back.

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>Fluffies shriek and poop as the Nice Fast Box Munsta that stopped to let them go past is given Bad Special Hugs by a Truly Meanie Fast Box Munsta, and the Nice Hoomans scream too!
>Fluffies scream even louder as the Nice Munsta and the Truly Meanie Munsta crush Fluffies under their wheels, and then the Munstas are away, rushing towards the buildings, and then .....
>Fire! Bad! Bad Fire! It's shooting out of the building, the Munstas, falling from the sky!
>Nice Hoomans are running away, yelling bad words.
>Super Bad Special Hugs!
>Fluffies stream around their dead and dying companions, struggling mightily as the wounded reflexively hug the nearest Fluffy, the Uninjured yelling that they can't give Hugs now!
>You are almost to the other side of the Hard Black Thing when you hear more of the Munstas coming. No, this can't be happening, you're almost there!
>Look up and see one bearing down on you.
>Nuuuu! Nu get to eat Sketti yet! Nu fair! Nu wan dis! You scream in your mind as the world slows to a crawl. You can make out the brown-red patches on the underside of the Munsta, see the patterns in it's bizzare round black leggies, it's all so clear to you, and then ......
>It roars over you, and you shriek as the hot, hard underside hits you and tears you away from the road, battering you as you bounce and roll on the hot, hard underside of the Munsta.
>Blood splatters your fluff and face as those Fluffies directly behind you get squashed and squished. You scream in terror, but you can't hear yourself.
>Can't hear the howling of the injured, even though you can see their mouths open ... can't hear anything anymore!
>Fluffies panicking, running away from each other, away from wounded, but all still trying desperately to reach the Spaghetti Mountain!
>Must .... stand! Sketti Land .... and Uni! They're right there! All the nummies you could want, all the toys you can play with, a Goddess who loves you unconditionally .... just a short walk away!
>Struggle to your hooves, and stagger as your legs try to go back to sleep. But you force them to do as you say, and stagger towards the curb, the whole world blanketed in a loud, annoying high-pitched whine that drowns out all other noises.
>Where the Munstas crashed into the building, fire, bad fire, licking up into the sky. Bits of flaming stuff comes up out of the roof, climbs into the sky, and then comes crashing down, splattering Fluffies and Hoomins alike with Fire and Bad things.
>Munstas screeching to a halt as Hoomins and Fluffies scramble for cover, the Hoomins inside the Munstas fleeing themselves as their Munstas are pelted with fire and start to burn themselves.
>Hoomans yelling and shouting and kicking Fluffies who rush up to them to be saved. Why! Uni promised that Sketti Land would be a safe place for Fluffies! WHY ARE THE HOOMINS BEING BAD AND NOT BEING GOOD LIKE UNI PROMISED?
>Why is this happening? You just wanted some Sketti! You wanted to play with your Friends, and have Uni sing to you and make you feel all warm and fluttery inside again!
>Even the Fire is being Super-Extra-Special-Mean to the Fluffies.
>Some of the Bad-Bad Fire has jumped out and followed a trail of boo-boo juice from the Moving Fast Box Munstas that had Extra-Bad Special Hugs into a Hoomin Building, and that Fire is giving Bad Hugs to the Fluffies!
>Fluffies rushing around, shrieking silently to your ears as the Flames devour their fluff! But the Fire doesn't listen! It just eats at their fluff, burns their skin, makes them open them scream more!
>Fluff catches fire, and the little miniature fireballs toddle about, shrieking and yelling, seeking the only form of comfort they have ever known.
>Hugs.
>Fluffies Hugging each other, and spreading the Fire.
>Fluffies Hugging the Hoomans, who really don't like Fire. Or Hugs.
>One Fluffy rushes into a Hooman Building, squealing as the fluff on her tail and bum burns.
>You can read the sign, but you don't understand the words....
>What does "LPG Warehouse" mean?
>Suddenly, a clap of thunder!
>The Fluffy comes shooting out, covered in more fire and ploughs into a group of desperately waddling Fluffy Mummas just a few feet away from you!
>More Fluffies are burning! The Fluffy Mummas squeal and shriek, rolling helplessly as their Attendants are knocked away, and more than one Fluffy Mumma starts to expand, then explode into a Scaredy Fit!
>NUUUU! Poor Babies! So close to Sketti Land! You rush over to grab one and carry it in your mouth, but there are so many .... you can't carry them all! You'll have to save this one, and hope the Attendants can carry the rest!
>Meany Fire-Things are shooting out, clipping Fluffies in sprays of fluff and gore and flames, before shooting away into the trees or other buildings.
>One rushes past you, skittling a dozen Fluffies. It's a grey LPG bottle with flames shooting out of the nozzle, a gas-propelled missle that is covered in gore and fluff as it careens off the road and the abandoned cars like a demented, demonic bowling ball, and the Fluffies are the pins.
>NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
>Must get to the Spaghetti Mountain!
>Only Uni can set things right now! You must take the Baby to Sketti Land so Uni can care for the Baby!
>Fluffies are streaming past you, yelling, but you can't hear them.
>Only can hear loud, meanie ringing noise.
>Finally, off the Black Hard Thing .... it is so hard to jump over the curb, but eventually, you manage.
>The Spaghetti Mountain is right there, just beyond those buildings ..... Spaghetti Land .... where Uni and Pip and Eddy await the Fluffies who had the courage to come and .....
>......Why are Fluffies stopping now? HOW CAN THEY STOP AFTER ALL THEY JUST WENT THROUGH! Why are they sobbing like that? Wait, where did the Meany Droning Noise go?
>There's a fence! A meanie fence with small, diamond-shaped holes in it, so you can see Spaghetti Land and the Delicious Spaghetti Mountain, but not get to it!
>And there's Fluffies already inside! Thousands of them, running around, screaming and fighting and yelling at the top of their lungs, shouting "UNI! WHEWE UNI!" and "WAN NUMMIES! BAD FWUFFIES GET OUT OF FWUFFIE'S WAY!"
>You can see other Fluffies on your side of the fence ten rows deep and stretching on farther than you can see, shaking the Meanie Fence and begging to be let in.
>They were not part of your Herd or the other Herds who just came across the road, bawling their eyes out, or sitting on their bums, raising their hooves to the sky and opening their mouths, a chorus of misery and longing!
>"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" The Fluffies who just survived the Road scream, rushing over to the fence and begin climbing over the ones who sit at the fence.
>You are pushed along by the momentum as more and more Fluffies come streaming over the road. Squeal in a panic as you drop the slimy, squirming Baby, but you can't fight the desperate push from behind, and you know the Baby has been trampled as soon as you dropped it.
>You failed the Baby .... it never got to see Spaghetti Land or call Uni 'Mumma'.
>Some are still smoking even, but the Hugs seem to have smothered the flames now.
>Spaghetti Land is right there, but you can't get in?
>Smarty Friend is yelling. He looks absolutely furious.
>"AWW FWUFFIES! Sketti Wand is wight dere! Nu Fence gon keep us ouwt!" The Smarty Friend bellows over the din of Fluffies shrieking and crying, and the blaring of the fire trucks as they rush to the scene of a burning shop, and an exploding Liquid Petroleum Gas warehouse. "Yuu aww gun go 'wound dis fence, an' yuu gun go dig, dig, dig tiww we can eats de Sketti!"
>Fluffies sniffle, and rub their noses on each other's fluff. Fluffies who were fighting let go of each other and take deep breaths to calm themselves.
>Fluffies wipe the tears from their eyes with their stubby little legs and soft little hooves. Fluffies glare at the Meanie Fence, envisioning it falling over and their precious Spaghetti Land being open to them once again.
>Fluffies grit their teeth and try to ignore the pain of cracking hooves, burns, blisters, empty stomaches and aching ears. Soon, they will have all the Spaghetti they can eat, mountains of toys to play with, and Uni, Pip and Eddy to be their Leaders, the Smartiest of Smarty Friends.
>The Spaghetti Mountain is before them. Spaghetti Land is just out of reach, and even now, Meanie Bad Fluffies are defiling your Promised Land! This cannot be allowed to happen!
>Nothing, not even Hoomans or Munstas or Meanie Fluffie Ponies, will stand in your way.
>Fluffies charge towards the fence, and desperately start digging, spreading out until they are ten-ranks deep, dirt being shovelled back by those closest to the fence, and then being pushed back in turn by those behind them who are also 'digging'.
>All over Cleveland, similar scenes occur as the hordes of Fluffy Ponies all rush towards the massive fibre-glass Spaghetti Mountain, causing car-crashes, getting caught in electric fences and starting brush-fires, becoming wedged in revolving doors and gumming up the mechanism with their fluff and poop, falling into open sewers and clogging the water-ways.
>The Fluffies have come.
>Milions of Fluffy Ponies, all lured by the image of Paradise on Earth, a Mountain of Spaghetti, a place of perfect safety, mistakenly believing it is all for their own Feral Herds.
>Cleveland is fucked.

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>Be Bowser, the Smarty Friend of the Herd that bears your name.
>Be so very, very tired.
>And so, so angry.
>Your Herd is alone now, and has lost several Mares and a dozen Toughie Friends.
>Never should have trusted the other Herds. Never should have listened when Piebald asked for 'just one more day'.
>One more day became two, when one of Piebald's Mares stole half of your Foals, promising them a Ball that never emerged. You and the entire Bowser Herd charged off after her in pursuit, ploughing into Piebald's Herd in a panicked, infuriated mob, scattering the smaller fluffies and surrounding the Mare.
>"Nuuuu, onwy wan hewp! Smawty Fwiend say Bowser Hewd wan Lint wook afta Baybehs while dey find way to Sketti Wand!" She screamed as your Fluffy Mummas tore at her in rage, ripping off mouthfuls of fluff as your Foals sought shelter with the other Mares of the Bowser Herd. And she screamed out why she had done this terrible thing as your Fluffy Mummas threatened to stomp her Foals if she didn't explain herself when the Mare was plucked bald and bleeding.
>Piebald cowered on the ground, hiding behind his hooves as your Toughie Friends pushed through his Herd, and you saw the red mist at the edge of your vision as the blood thundered in your head as the Now-Fluffless Mare sobbed out her story.
>Piebald had told the Mare to trick your foals into following her, so you'd stay with Piebalds Herd. So the Bowser Herd's might could be used so Piebald's Herd could find this mythical 'Sketti Wand'.
>By the time you stomped over to Piebald, he was lying in a cooling puddle of pee, and his Herd had backed up as far as they could, half your Toughie Friends snarling at them, the other half forming a defensive ring around your Foals and Fluffy Mummas with the Mares of the Bowser Herd plugging the holes.
>"Yuu ....." You rumbled, glaring down at Piebald, trembling with rage. "Twusted yuu, Piebawd. Cawwed yuu fwiend. Hewped yuu and yuu Hewd when Uncountabwe Fwuffies come an' eat aww of Fowest Home behind us."
>"Now yuu do dis to Bowser. Yuu steaw Bowser Herd's Foaws, twick Bowser's Hewd into stayin' an' bein' yuu Toughie Fwiends ...." Growling now, you place a hoof on Piebald's head, just before his horn, pushing his head down hard against the ground. "Yuu wiww wearn to wespect Bowser and his Hewd."
>"Nuuuu, Bowser nu unnerstan'! Sketti Wand wite dere! Onwy need wawk wittwe moar, Bowser's cwush Bad Fwuffies who keep Piebawd an' Hewd fwom Sketti Wand, den Bowser can gu bawk wike he wan!" Piebald stammered, the puddle around him growing larger, and warmer. "Jus' need yuu stwength wittwe bit moar!"
>"Nu. Nu moar. Bowser twy be Guud Fwiend to otha Hewds, buh NU MOAR!" You roared, and the Fluffies circled around you and Piebald flinched. "Bowser say, Bowser Hewd is weavin' dis howwibwe pwace! If Fwuffies wan fowwow, dey can fowwow, buh Bowser Hewd nevah 'gain hewp otha Hewds."
>And then you kicked with your leg, and Piebald's horn snapped and splintered, flying away into the crowd of Bad Fluffies around you.
>Piebald screamed as boo-boo juices fountained from his head.
>The Piebald Herd screamed and pooped and ran away.
>And you left Piebald there to sob over his owies and his lost horn, and ordered your Herd to head to the East, where the Moon Fluffy Mumma comes out of hiding at the end of each day.
>You only got a few streets away before the Uncountable Herd caught up to you. There was no way to fight, so you just kept on running down the side-streets, snapping at the back of your Herd to keep the stragglers running as the Uncountable Herd shouted at you that you were going the wrong way.
>Sent Toughie Friends to 'help' you go the 'right way'.
>Gave them Boo-Boo Juices, and they screamed and ran away, shouting "Meanie Fwuffies nu wan gu to Sketti Wand!"
>But there was no end to their Toughie Friends, so you had to keep on running.
>Saw a few members of the other Forest Herds in the Uncountable Herd, their faces contorted with fear as they in turn caught sight of you and screamed for help.
>"Nu wan dis! Bowser! Safe Fwuffie!" They screamed at you before the Uncountable Herd carried them out of sight.
>You just let them go, because you swore you'd never trust another Fluffy from outside your Herd again. Your Herd is in terrible danger now, because of Other Herds.
>Finally, nobody could run anymore, and you yourself were winded and aching from all the kicking and stomping of the Uncountable Herd's Toughie Friends.
>Peach shuffled over and nuzzled you as the Bowser Herd set about trying to turn this alleyway into a temporary Safe Place, and you leaned onto her shoulder and sobbed.
>You had trusted Piebald. He had been a good friend.
>And you knew ... you knew that the Herd was going to have to fight every step of the way out of this Moon-Fluffy Forsaken Place.
>Almost everyone would have the Worst Owies by the End.
>"Yuu couwd do no moar dan wat yuu done now." Peach whispered as she supported your head as you crumpled to the ground, crying tears of frustration. "Koopa wives, an' Hewd wives tu. Bowser Hewd wiww suwvive, nu cwy, Bowser, nu cwy."
>Eventually the Toughie Friends come over with a piece of Hoomin Food that one of your Scouts tentatively identifies as 'Pice-ah'.
>It's yikky and greasy and tastes disgusting, but it's Nummies regardless.
>The Herd will have this 'Pice-ah', and then, at the very first glimpse of light tomorrow ... you will keep pushing West, until you leave this accursed place.
>But nothing was ever that easy .... you awoke in the night to screams, and saw luminous white Fluffies stomping on your Herd.
>You didn't know how they had gotten past the Scouts, but you knew the sounds of a Fight when you heard one! Whoever these White Fluffy Bastards were, they were not friendly, that was certain!
>Your Toughie Friends fought as hard as they could, but these White Fluffies moved like nothing you had ever seen .... They dodged, spun and kicked with so much force that your Toughie Friends could barely hold their own ...
>You rushed forwards to stomp them, and slipped in something.
>In the light of the Moon Fluffy, you saw it was one of the Fluffy Mummas, leaking boo-boo juices from her mouth, her Foals crushed into the slippery mess you had trodden in.
>And there were more unmoving shapes behind that Fluffy Mumma too...
>"NUUUUUUUUU!" You roared, staggering  to your hooves and pulling a White Fluffy off your Toughie Friends.
>It didn't shout, didn't scream, didn't complain, just kicked at you, it's face expressionless.
>The White Fluffy was strong ... but your fluff was tougher, had taken worse! You threw it to the ground and jumped on it's head, and though it took several jumps, you managed to make the White Fluffie's head go flat, before you let the Red Mist take over, and you charged forwards again, screaming your rage and horror.
>Toughie Friends fared badly against the White Fluffies, but if enough of them piled on a White Fluffy, they could hold it down and stomp on the White Fluffy's throat till it stopped moving.
>When it was all over .... seven of your ten Fluffy Mummas were dead. Of your Foals, thirty eight out of the total of fourty four were dead. All of your Mares had been slaughtered, and eight of your twenty four Toughie Friends were dead or would die of their injuries.
>You sat panting, amidst the carnage, gasping for breath as you took in the devastation.
>"Daddy ....." Koopa whispered in shock, hugging a terrified, shivering Peach to his chest. "Who were dose Bad Fwuffies? Dey no speak! Dey jus' fight an' gif owies an' kiww!"
>"B-Bowser .... nu knu .... who dey are." You panted back, staring at the bloody corpse of one of these White Fluffies, those cold, unblinking eyes staring at the Dead Fluffy Mummas with as much expression as they had when their owner was alive.
>But you do know that they are your enemy.
>And as you bully your Herd away from the scene, leaving behind their dead and carrying the wounded, you can't help but wonder if there will be anyone left from your Herd before this is all over.