Generic Fluffy Claims Backyard

>You are an average man that works at a dead end job.
>You live alone, but honestly it is better that way.
>The sun is going down and you are settling in for the night.
>You hear a commotion outside.
>You hate this, it is about your bed time.
>You walk out and see a herd of fluffies in your yard.
>Some are in your garden, others have tipped a trashcan and are rummaging through it.
>You walk out and try to shoo them away.
>”Go away guys, I really need to get my rest.”
>A lone unicorn fluffy walks up and puffs his cheeks, “Yoo go way! Dis smawty wand noa!”
>You plead with them some more, “Oh come on guys… I have to get some sleep for work. Can’t you guys be a little quieter?”
>”Nuu! Gif dum dum hoomin big owwies!”
>Most of his herd of about ten fluffies come up and start to buck and ram you.
>Some bite at your legs, none doing any damage.
>”Guys come on… I don’t need this right now. I need some sleep for tomorrow…”
>The fluffies don’t care, they continue their attack on your legs.
>You sigh, and look up, you have never been good with confrontation.
>You really need to sleep and tonight is bad anyway.
>The light from the full moon makes it hard to sleep.
>The light from… the full…
>”AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!”
>You grab your head and lean down.
>All the fluffies jump back.
>The smarty is startled but quickly regains his composure, “We hewt dum dum hoomin! Gif mo owies!”
>The fluffies around your legs start to apologize and hug your legs.
>The smarty stomps and yells at his herd, “Nuu! Nuu gif huggies! gif owies!”
>Loud cracks start to come from your body as it starts to change.
>Your nails crow grotesquely, your fingers and hands elongate and change.
>Hair starts to grow quickly over your entire body.
>The smarty freezes looking at you with his mouth hung open and his little hoof still pointed out.
>The hugging fluffies jump back.
>Your face contorts and sharp teeth start to grow out and your nose and jaw jut forward.
>Your body twists and grows horrifically as your cries of pain rise up.
>After a minute it is over, your lupine form towers menacingly over the now terrified herd.
>You growl at the fluffies now shivering before you.
>You whip out your dick and start generally pissing around making sure to hit the smarty a few times.
>”Who’s goddamn yard is this now? It seems to have my mark on it!”
>You snarl at the cowering fluffies.
>The smarty starts to cry and gives a yell, “Whaaaaa! Munsta!”
>He turns and starts to waddle away as quick as he can with the herd following him.
>”Oh fuck yea! Your fear makes me hard!”
>You follow after them stroking yourself.
>The small herd of fluffies goes past a police car.
>The police watch as the group of crying fluffies goes bay with you in tow stroking yourself.
>They watch as you disappear around a corner.
>They look at each other and come to a silent agreement it is better to chase drunks and speeders that the random masturbating werewolf harassing fluffy ponies.
>The herd runs under a hedge row and start to huddle together.
>”Fwuffies keep smawty saf!” The smarty commands as he gets in the middle.
>The fluffies cower quietly as a bunch of whining and crying fluffies can.
>Suddenly your clawed furry hand shoots into the bush and rips one of the fluffies out.
>Its screams fill the night air as the smarty starts to scream, “Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy!”
>The screaming stops almost instantly and quiet takes over the night.
>The herd is shaking in fear even more furiously.
>”Up here asshole!”
>The smarty looks up and sees your pecker hanging down.
>”Wha dat? WHAAAAA!”
>You squirt the little fuckstick in the face with even more pee.
>”Hewp fwuffy!”
>He stammers out from the bush with his herd running behind him.
>He runs as fast as he can down the sidewalk with his crying herd behind him.
>”Smawty am sowwy! Pwease nuu hewt smawty! Smawty am haf speshul fwen! Hewt dat fwuffy!”
>You spring out from behind a tree in front of the herd.
>They scream and freeze at your hairy grotesque form.
>You snatch two fluffies in each paw from beside the smarty and give a mighty roar inches from their faces.
>Their quivering trembling lips cannot make a sound due to fear, but they send out sprays of shit that coat the smarty.
>”Nuuu! Smawty nuu smeww pwetty! Nuuu!”
>He turns and twaddles and stumbles away from you.
>”Hewd gif owies! Saf smawty! Wahhhhhh!”
>You run by grabbing up some more fluffies before disappearing.
>The smarty looks over his dwindling herd.
>”Wahhh! Hewp smawty! Wahhhh!”
>They run past a trash can that you leap out of and grab another of his herd.
>It gives a short yelp as you disappear with it.
>The smarty lets out a terrified yell as he continues to run.
>He runs under a tree that you fall out of and grab up more of his herd.
>”Wahhaahhaahhaaaa!”
>He keeps his futile run.
>He goes past a car that your claws shoot out from under and grab the remainder of his herd.
>He freezes.
>His little legs shaking pitifully.
>”Whats the matter badass? I thought you were taking my shit tonight!”
>The smarty turns and sees you walking down the sidewalk.
>”Pwease…”
>You laugh menacingly at the pee stained fluffy.
>”Am sowwy… pwease nuu hewties…”
>You get on all fours and crawl toward him, “You claws clicking on the concrete with each step.
>”He take a tentative step backwards, “Pwease… smawty go way… nuu owies..”
>You roar and leap forward making the smarty pass out.
>….
>The smarty wakes up.
>You giggle as he realizes his position.
>He Is on a table with duct tape over his neck holding him down.
>The cries of his herd permeate the room.
>He frantically kicks at the table unable to move.
>You stand up showing your full horrid wolfen abomination  form.
>You let out a piercing howl.
>A rain of poop falls down on the smarty from above.
>”Wahhhhhhh! Nuu smeww pretty! Wahhhhhhh!”
>He looks up seeing his crying herd dangling above him
>They are held up by a series of ropes and harnesses.
>”Yoo bad fwuffies! Nuu gif smawty sowwy-“
>You let out another howl.
>The smarty is cut off by a stream of shit shooting down on him.
>”Nuu smeww pwetty…”
>You lean over and look in his eyes.
>”How’s my fucking yard look now asshole!”
>”Smawty sowwy… pwease wet smawty go…”
>”Oh but you just got here! And we have all fucking night!”
>The smarty lets out a continuous shriek as you stand in front of him and lower your claws…
>….
>You wake up.
>It is morning and your alarm is going off.
>You think about hitting the snooze button but you don’t want your boss yelling at you.
>You get out of bed and stub you toe on one of your shoes.
>”Ow! Darn! Now I’m going to have a limp… what’s that noise?”
>You hear noises coming from the kitchen.
>You sneak in hoping it isn’t an intruder.
>You don’t want to get mugged in your own house.
>Again.
>You make your way in with your hands up.
>Then the smell hits you, “Uggg! Why does it stink like number 2 in there?”
>You look in and see the crying fluffies hanging from the ceiling and a motionless fluffy duct taped on the kitchen table.
>Darn it! Why does it seem like every month someone vandalizes your house!?
>You walk up and look at the poor fluffy on the table.
>He is covered in poop and what looks like glue all over his face and head.
>A bubble leaves his mouth slowly and pops.
>The poor fluffy pitifully mutters, ”Nuu taste pwetty… huuuu huuuuu…”
>He’s alive!?
>Wait, are these the same fluffies from last night?
>Oh great!
>You don’t want any more harassment.
>You quickly take the fluffies off the ceiling.
>You rip up the duct tape from the table.
>Well… pull with all your might for five minutes until it finally comes off…
>You carry the fluffies outside.
>They give a cheer and run away.
>The poop covered sticky fluffy crawls after them, “wha fo smawty…. Huuuu…”
>You are glad they aren’t being aggressive anymore.
>You really hate conflict.