Deadmeat Chronicles: A New Day

>You are a maroon fluffy with a light green mane.
>You have been dropped after a long ride with the fluffy faced monster.
>He placed you at some place he called a park.
>It resembles your last home, you feel relieved to be here.
>You have found a bush with no fluffies in to make your new hidey hole.
>There are less two legged monsters at this place than your last home.
>There are other fluffies running around, some feral, some stray, some owned.
>You wonder the perimeter getting a feel of the area, this is much larger than your last home.
>Suddenly from behind you hear, ”Why yoo hewe, dis smawty awea!”
>You turn to face the challenger.
>It is a unicorn fluffy flanked by two earth fluffies.
>When they see your face their legs start shaking.
>”Deadmeat no stay, Deadmeat wooking awea.”
>The smarty weakly shakes his hoof at you, “Dat gud… no gif owchies den…”
>All three turn and run away.
>You keep exploring, there are still the leafy trees here but some are different, their leaves are long and then.
>You try some, they taste different but are good to eat.
>”Wahhhh! Fwuffy sowwy, pwease no sowwy poopies! Wahhhh!”
>You look over to see some fluffies holding another down while one poops on his chest.
>There seems to be plenty of smarties here.
>You hide in some bushes and spy on the two legged monsters.
>You see something new, it is a two legged monster with white fur and a long sorry stick.
>The end of the stick makes a circle and it looks like a net is dangling from it.
>The two legged monster looks bigger than most monsters, especially around his middle.
>He is walking around, “Who wants sketties!?”
>Several fluffies run out from bushes and from under trash cans.
>”Yay! Sketties!”, “Fwuffy gud fwuffy!”, “Daddeh take fwuffy home pwease!”, “Sketties!”
>All seem pleased by this word and run to the white furred monster.
>”Ok guys, hold on a sec.”
>He starts to scoop up the fluffies in his net.
>”Wha?”, “Pway game?”, “Why daddeh get fwuffy?”
>He then dumps them into a nearby box before scooping up the rest.
>He picks up the box and starts to walk, “Ok, we are heading to where the skettie is now.”
>Cheers rise up from the box.
>You watch him place the box in a van and drive off.
>Your eyes narrow thinking of when that happened to you.
>You see other two legged monsters, some ignoring wondering fluffies, others kicking and scaring them.
>You watch as one monster on a bike swerves to run over a stray fluffy.
>It shrieks as its back breaks.
>It crawls crying in agony before it slumps over dead.
>You hear laughing.
>You see two monsters holding crying fluffies by their back legs.
>They look at one another, “One… Two… Three!” They swing the fluffies smashing them into each other.
>They impact with a sickening crunch.
>They look down, “Welp! Mines still alive… kinda, he’s breathing.”
>The fluffy pony in his hands is still, its eyes staring at nothing while it gasps for breaths.
>”Fuck, “Mines dead.” The other fluffy’s limp body flops in the man’s hand.
>They both toss their fluffies to the side and the one who had the dead fluffie hands green paper to the other one.
>”Again?”
>”You bet!”
>You watch as the two monsters run and grab two more fluffies.
>The fluffies are crying and struggling, “Wahhhh! Dun hewt fwuffy!”, “Fwuffy wub daddeh! Nuu wike dis game!”
>You turn away as the monsters start to count again.
>You start to walk back to your hidey hole.
>You realize this place is dangerous as well.
>When you get back to your bush, you see four fluffies walk up to you.
>One looks and says, “Dis smawty pwace! You get swowwy poopies for be hewe!”
>The other three puff their cheeks and give raspberries.
>The leader turns and lifts his tail.
>You run past and buck him hard in his ribs sending him rolling.
>You boop one on the nose and push another one down.
>You turn to face the third body guard fluffy but he has already turned and started running.
>”Wahhhhh! Munsta fwuffy gif owchies! Munsta fwuffy get fwuffy!”
>The smarty friend is laying crying with a stream of shit behind it.
>“Why hewt fwuffy! Am smawty, smawty no get hewt.” Tears stream down its face.
>You walk to the crying smarty and poke his shoulder with your horn.
>He looks at his shoulder as the red starts to show.
>”Boo boo juice? Boo boo juice! Wahhh! Munsta fwuffy gif big owchies!”
>He lies cowering at your feet, the other two have since run off abandoning their leader.
>”Dis Deadmeat awea now… yoo go way or mo big owchies!”
>The smarty jumps up and runs away crying, “Smawty hewt! Smawty nee huggies!”
>You survey the area you just claimed.
>There is plenty of nummies and shelter.
>But you know there are plenty of challengers waiting too.
>You settle down to sleep for the night.