Fwuffies Sketties

 Remember !eCHaRm9b0Q 08/07/12(Tue)21:02 No.3742976

>it's 6:00 am
>you hear the door bell ring
>you stumble out of bed, to the door and answer it
>you see a nervous looking girl scout with a flat rectangular cookie box in her hands.
>what is she doing here at this ungodly hour?
"hello there, are you selling goods for charity?" you say, trying to help her out.
>the girl scout shyly nods
"how much will it be for one box" you say.
>she stares at you for a few seconds.
"f-five dollars" she mumbles.
>you buy a pack, hand the girl some money and a tip and send her on her way.
>It's still quite early in the morning so you put the cookies on your kitchen counter and head off back to bed, still wondering why on earth a girl scout knocked on your door this early.
>you wake up to the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen.
>fearing that this may be a thief you grab a the first thing you can find, a cane, and sneak into the kitchen.
>to your utter horror you find 4 fluffy pups crawling on your kitchen surfaces.
"fwuffy hungwy nuu wike"
>you lay the cane on the kitchen floor and approach the 4 rascals.

>one of the little guys notices you and looks at you with eager eyes.
"hi fwiend haf nummies? gif big hugs!"
"sure little guy I have nummies, you just give me a while to prepare them" you reply
>one of the other little fluffies crinkles up his nose
"nuuu need nummies now!"
>the others follow his actions and an adorable tantrum begins to unfold
>you pause for a moment to gather your thoughts.
"now little guy, if I'm rushed I won't be able to make the spaghetti"
>A surprised expression spreads across the faces of the four little... siblings you assume.
"sketties!" they say almost in unison.
>by their expression alone you can tell you've won them over.
>you gather them up in your arms and put them down on the floor by your feet.
>as you begin to cook the little pups chirp joyfully and nuzzle at your shins with their soft white fur.
>the fluffies watch you with eager eyes as you prepare their meal.
>their mouths water when you add the spaghetti to the pan.
>their stomachs growl ferociously as you add the chopped peppers to the mix.
>by the time you add the tomato puree they are in heaven.

"Nearly done" you say with a big grin on your face "almost time for a taste, who wants to go first?"
"ME PWEASE!" yells one of the little fluffies
"alrighty then"
>the little guy beams at you.
>you pick the fluffy up and put him on the chopping board
>while holding him on his back, you grab a large knife
the dumb fluffy is completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
>in one fluid motion you slide the knife through the fluffies soft belly, shearing off the creatures skin
>it's expression turns from delight to horror in the split second it takes for him to realize what just happened.
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh downt huwt fwuffy!"
>not listening to the small creatures pleas you continue the peel away his skin.
>the other fluffies gasp loudly.
>they take turns pleading for their sibling's life
"nu don't huwt fwiend"
"why huwt fwiend?"
>but you aren't finished there
>you continue to hack off the vermins skin with your bloody knife.
>you hear the other fluffies scurrying away to other parts of the house
"I'll deal with them later" you say.

>as you hack more and more skin off the creature it's screams become more and more desperate.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"
>eventually you remove all of the little bastards skin.
>an impressive pile of skin peelings lie on the side of your chopping board, the look like little bloody towels.
>blood from the fluffies exposed innards drips on to your kitchen counter
>the fluffy is still alive and shaking profusely, it covers it's eyes with its hooves and wimpers incoherently.
>you decide that the most humane thing to do is to give it a quick death.
>using the knife, you slit the creatures throat.
>A surprising lack of blood comes out, though, you suppose there wasn't much blood left to come out.
"time to find the other 3"
>the three remaining fluffies appear to have run off and hidden in other areas of your house.
>you spot a trail of urine leading across to your bed room
"stupid little shits"

>as you creep inside your room you hear a faint muttering.
"p-p-pwease b-be qwuiet so m-munsta wownt find fwuffies"
>you see two shaking mounds under your bed sheets.
>you have a funny idea
"I wonder where those bad, bad fluffies are" you say in a scary voice, psychologically torturing the fluffies.
>the wimpering gets louder.
"When I find those fluffies I'm going to kill them in the most painful way possible"
"n-nu" one of the ponies squeels under the sheer pressure of the moment.
"AHA" you shout while grabbing your duvet and whipping it away.
>The pure look of horror on their faces is priceless, they don't even dare scream, they just shake.
>you pick them up by their fur and drag them into your living room
>you tie a rope to their hind hooves and hang them from your chandeliar.
"now it's fun time"
>you grab the cane from earlier begin to whip them mercilessly.
*CRACK*
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH DAT HUWT FWUF-".
*CRACK*
"AAAAAAAHH PWEASE STOP SOWWY STIC-*
*CRACK*
>by the time you are finished the fluffies are a mess.
>their once soft, white fur is ragged and blood stained.
"lovely and tender" you say
>you walk back into the kitchen with the two dead fluffies to finish making your meal.

>when the meal is done you serve it out onto your plate and take it into your dining area.
>you pull out the chair to sit down and find a shit stained, terrified fluffy cowering in fear.
"pwease nu hurt fwuffy!" cries the little guy
>you take a deep breath
"ok I promise, I won't hurt you"
>the fluffy looks a little relieved though still incredibly distressed
"if you eat the spaghetti"
>tears well up in it's eyes.
"b-b-but"
"no buts, if you don't eat the spaghetti I'll kill you, you bad fluffy"
>clogs turn inside it's mind and it realises it's between a rock and a hard place.
"are you going to be a good fluffy?" you say.
>it looks up at you and whimpers-
"y-yes"
>you place the fluffy on the floor and lower the plate down to it.
>using all of the will power it's little mind posseses the little fluffy chows down on the sibling bolognase.
>it's whole body shakes, snot trickles out of it's little snout.
>you are surprised at how much self the little guy has.
>it's nearly finished now
>with it's last mouthful it begins to urinate uncontrollablym then curls into a little furry ball and cries.

>you decide to honour your promise to the now emotionally damaged fluffy.
>you adopt him and name him hannibal.
>hannibal lives a miserable life with you.
>every time he mispronounces his complex (for a fluffy) name, you whip him brutally with the sorry stick.
>you keep a packet of spaghetti in view upon a high shelf in his room but you only feed him brocoli.
>he spends every hour of every day, when you aren't abusing him, hiding in his duvet wimpering softely to himself.
>you keep your word.

THE END.