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- Bit & Smidget: Of Fluffs and Men Anonymous 04/04/12(Wed)18:31 No.1041206
- >you are now Bit, trying to be quiet
- >frankly, you feel way too cool as you sneak out your little pony door, and into the yard
- >you've been pulling on a plank at the back fence for about a week, and it finally gave this morning
- >despite your intellect, you still aren't used to being out by yourself, and you feel fear in your little heart
- >still... you are willing to face terror to end that mistake Hurples
- >while Smidget refused to tell you about the toxic berries, you think that you might as well grab any green berries you see, recalling that detail at least
- >so there you are, dragging a piece of tupperware by a piece of string
- >by the time you've filled the container, you're far enough from home that you start feeling that deep, primal fear that you don't know exactly where you are
- >luckily, you've been reading the street signs so you should be able to find your way back
- >however, during the return trip, you happen across a rather greasy looking man who seems delighted to see a fluffy pony
- >out all alone
- >at night
- >without a word he grabs you by your fluff, and you struggle to keep a hold onto the string
- >pulls it from your mouth and you're stuffed into a shit-smelling sack with a cock-eyed pegasus
- >"new fwiend?"
- >damn it
- >by the time you're let out into a pen with five others, you're more than a little upset
- >you choke back tears, because you guess by the familiar smell of blood and feces what's probably going to happen
- >the grinning bastard reaches down, and grabs a shivering pegasus that was trying to hug you
- >neither of them will stop giggling, but the other starts shrieking when the human starts ripping out tufts of fluff
- >...and turns on a mechanized cheese grater
- >hooves first, the pegasus is squealing about how "weggies huht" as they are scraped to ragged stumps, blood flowing freely onto the wooden bench
- >the other fluffies are crying and shitting themselves, but you stand where you are
- >he doesn't let up on the pressure, and the pony's soft belly is stripped away, spilling its organs onto the floor
- >he takes the shavings that's been collecting in a now gore slicked bucket upstairs, still giggling like a maniac
- >this may be your only chance, "Fwuffies! Wan' pway a game?"
- >they are still scared and sobbing, but you have their attention
- >"Pioh up in dat cornuh!", gesturing with your hoof so they don't fuck it up
- >the all bunch up, and you start climbing their fluffy bodies to freedom
- >once out, you try to take stock of what you can work with
- >frankly, you WISH your master had this many power tools, chemicals, and miscellaneous sharp things in his garage
- >of course, you also wish you weren't in some sadist's basement
- >for your plan, though, the jug of water in the corner and tazer shall be the first steps
- >after you've unscrewed the top and spilled it onto the concrete, you wait for the man to descend the stairs
- I got some very special spaghetti for you little guys!
- >the fluffies start freaking out at the promise of delicious pasta
- >even your mouth starts to water, but it's fucking obvious his going to feed them their friend
- >when he steps onto the puddle, you telekinetically press the trigger
- >he flops like a fish, the electrical discharge making him dump the scalding noodles all over his head
- >his screaming from the burns makes you feel... good
- >you tip over the can of lighter fluid, jumping on it to make it squirt farther before climbing the steps
- >it's slow going, but you're far enough up that you could spray sparks safely
- >the man is smearing the sauce and strips of horse meat from his eyes
- ...the fuck...?
- >"You know, I wike yo' wittew murderho', but dey's one pwobwem."
- >he looks up at you, a little weirded out by a fluffy pony speaking complete sentences
- W-what?
- >"I'm not a wetawd wike dem!"
- >you spray the sparks, lighting the fluid and you try to climb the stairs before the fire consumes you too
- >of course, this plan was very impromptu... there is no doggy door to be spoken of
- >you can't open doors because you're so small
- >...and you've set a fire in the house
- >"Shit."
- >you begin running around, looking for alternative exits
- >the house is small and foul, with old pizza boxes stacked atop one another, empty cans, and a bunch of MLP toys from MacDonald's
- >brow furrowed, you try to think of what to do
- >fortunately, there is a phone on a table next to the couch
- >with great difficulty, you dial in 911
- Hello, what is the nature of you emergency?
- >"Fiyah!" you practically shout into the mouth piece
- ...is this a fluffy pony?
- >you sigh, and try to work this to your advantage
- >"Daddy feww down, covaad in hot pwetties an' he's makin' scawey noises..."
- Stay calm and don't try to hug him. We'll be sending a
- >you wait, hoping that the firemen show up before the fire spreads too far
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