Fall of Cleveland: Maw of Madness, Part 1

Bowser & Peach: Into the Maw of Madness

Day 3 of Spaghetti Land

>Be Bowser, Smarty Friend of the Herd that bears your name, leading a ramshackle group of Ferals and Forest Fluffies as you push onwards towards this 'Sketti Land'.
>Been walking for the better part of a day, now into the outskirts of a Hoomin Place. Ferals are leading, but they keep squabbling every few minutes and need to be reminded to keep leading and stop arguing over stupid things.
>Who gives the better Special Hugs, who Uni really loves, who will get the first bite of Sketti, who is the Smartiest Fluffy, who is blah blah blah blah ....
>Sometimes you have to remind them violently to keep moving. You dare not stop or slow. The .... Uncountable Herd that had begun to filter into the Forest early this morning is more dangerous than any Munster that ever lurked in the forest, even the Harvester-Hoomin Munster!

>They ate every plant in their path, crushed any Fluffies who didn't keep moving, babbled incessantly and when they came to the Fast Wa-Wa's that flowed through the middle of the Forest, the Fluffies in the back of the Uncountable Herd ended up pushing hundreds of their friends into the Fast Wa-Wa's and blocking it.
>They made a bridge out of their still-living Friends. You don't want to see what they would do to your Herd, or your Friends. Your rear-scouts claimed that the Uncountable Herd got lost in the Forest for a short while, but soon started heading North again once they decided on new Smarty Friends, and seemed enraged that the Forest Fluffies would find Sketti Wand before them.
>The irony that you had decided to not go in search of Sketti Land before the Uncountable Herd came and drove you out before them is not lost on you.
>You are now much, much further from your home, the Forest, than you or any member of the Bowser Herd has ever been. And you feel a great wave of sadness wash through you as you realise you'll likely never be able to go back.
>By now, the Uncountable Herd has probably devoured every last blade of grass, every mushroom, every clump of moss, every berry-bush. And they're probably still hungry. You mind reels as you try to comprehend how so many Fluffy Ponies could survive so close together outside of the Forest.
>How could they possibly find enough food? Clean, safe Wa-Wa's? Shelter to hide from the Munstas and the Cold and the Rain? Or did they just ... move from place to place, devouring everything in their path and replacing their Dead with Fluffies who couldn't get away from them fast enough?
>You hope the other Forest Herds who were too stubborn to abandon their territories are alright. But you can see in your mind's eye the stubborn, Florescent Green Gommez screaming in rage as his Herd is swallowed up and carried along by the Uncountable Herd like leaves that fall into the Fast Wa-Wa's.
>"Bowser .... yuu is nu tiwed?" Peach whispers from your back, where she sits just before your tail, watching over the six Foals you are carrying for your Herd's Mummas. "Been wawkin' aww day, nu west. Peach can wawk if yuu tiwed."
>"Bowser nu tiwed. Bowser can keep goin'." You rumble back at her, keeping your eyes fixed on the sidewalk. "Buh Fwuffies nee' find Safe Pwace soon. Fwuffy Mummas so tiwed, Cowts an' Fiwwies so tiwed tu."
>Hoomins are watching, some from within their safe places, others from the patches of grass and other delicious plants that have been cruelly placed behind barriers so your Fluffies cannot ease their tummy-owies.
>So many Hoomins .... just knowing their eyes are upon you makes your blood run cold. There's nowhere to run, and you don't know where to hide. If the Hoomins decide to be cruel, as they often do .... everyone will die.
>Your great strength would be next to useless against something as monstrous and fast as a Hoomin. Your teeth would barely dent their skin, and your hooves would just bounce right off their tough, fluff-less hides.
>But ... finally ... there's a place where you think you can find shelter.
>It's a Hoomin's Safe Place, but there's no Hoomin smells anymore. To a Human, it's the fire-gutted remains of a shed, but to a Fluffy, it's a Safe Place without the dangerous smell of a 'Hoomin' clinging to it.
>Ferals want to keep going. You and the other Forest Smarty Friends noted that they were all Stallions and frowned, giving each other knowing looks. Herdless Stallions are either just Unlucky or Rogues, and these Ferals are most definitely Rogues.
>Rogues ...... not good. Rogues give Special Hugs then leave, saddling your Mares with raising their Foals and lurk at the boundaries of the Forest Herds' territories, stealing food and setting the Herds' Smarty Friends against each other if they get the chance.
>"Fwuffies nu can see Biggest Skettis! Skettis wit thewe! Fwuffies nu wan?" One asks in surprise.
>"Dumb Fwuffies! Fowwow! Uni nu far! Skettis fo' ev'wy Fwuffie!" Another demands angrily before he notices you and the remaining Forest Smarty Friends glaring at him.
>"Mawes tu tiwed to walk nu moar." Piebald grunts back as the Stallions of the Forest Herds shuffle into the burnt out shed to search for Bad Things or Munsters that might be lying in wait.
>"Haf small sweepies, den wawk 'gain when it dawk. Moon-Fwuffy Mumma gif hew Fwuffies wittle bit o' wite so Fwuffies can see, an' we wawk 'gain." The Brown Pegasus Smarty, Clump, adds as the Stallions shout that the Safe Place is Very Safe.
>Ferals don't like that plan very much, and threaten to keep walking on their own.
>"Gu den. Can see Sketti Wand now, if Fwuffies wan gu, can fowwow dis 'Sketti Mouh-tain'." You growled at them, fluffing up and glaring at them.
>The Ferals ducked their heads and said they didn't mind, they would wait.
>The Fluffy Mummas of the Bowser Herd whose Foals you were carrying shuffle over to collect their Foals and let them have a long-overdue nursing session, with Peach  handing the Foals down off your back before she slides down herself.
>You shout for Koopa to come with you, and you inspect the Safe Smokey-Smell Place for yourself. Not that you don't trust the other Stallions .... but it's your Herd at risk, and you won't feel safe if you don't make sure the Safe Place really is a Safe Place.
>Thin corrugated steel walls, warped and buckled from the flames that originally burnt out this shed, with several large holes at the back wall that Fluffies could easily walk out through.
>The roof is mostly intact .... it's not likely to rain, but you feel safer with at least some cover over your head. And there's a big enough gap that you're certain you'll be able to see the Moon Fluffy-Mumma and ask her to watch over the Herd again tonight without having to leave the Safe Smokey-Smell Place.
>"Guud nuff fo' one Dawk Time." Koopa replies, even though his nose crinkles at the smell. "Buh Bowser, what Fwuffies du? Nu wan gu to Sketti Wand, buh Un-couh-tah-bell Hewd behind us."
>"Fwuffies haf gu fowawds tiww can see Twees 'gain, den go an' hide, wet Bad Un-couh-tah-bell Hewd gu past." You rumble unhappily, sneezing as the Smokey Smell of the Safe Place gets to you. "Bowser nu knu, Koopa, dis nu happen befowe. Bowser Hewd hewp Hewds who wan gu' tu Sketti Wand, buh maybe nu need hewp nu moar. Maybe Bowser Hewd can weave now, go over dere....keep Sketti Wand at backs and keep wawkin' tiww find New Fowest to wiv in." You mutter, pointing a hoof out one of the holes in the wall.
>More Hoomin places are visible through the bolt-hole, but it leads away from the Giant Sketti Mountain. If you can keep walking through the Hoomin Places without incident, maybe you can find another Forest, carve out another territory and give your Herd some saftey and normality once again.
>Maybe .....
>The problem is, how do you get the Bowser Herd out of this .... scrum of Fluffies without the other Fluffy Ponies trying to follow you?

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>Be the Director of the Uni the Fluffy Unicorn Show.
>You'd be tearing out your hair right now, if you had any left.
>This has been one fucking distaster after another. Natash and Samantha, your two 'star' performers, are currently trapped in Cleveland itself, barricaded into their house due to a press of Feral Fluffy Ponies clogging the streets of their neighbourhood, and right now all you've got at the pilots of 'Pip' and 'Eddy' helping you load al three 'Fluffy Pony Suits' onto the backs of three cheap-ass trailers.
>Because Fucking Migeual stole the Trucks you'd normally use to transport all the gear that the show relies upon to function, you're taking the Suits themselves and leaving the tools and repair-kits behind.
>Tarps over the Fluffy Suits so they don't stir the Fluffy Fuckers into a frency, and you're having to pull the cheap-ass trailers by hand, due to the park being flooded by Ferals.
>As things stand, you've already killed three-dozen Fluffy Ponies simply because the dumb little shits refused to move out of the way of the trailers while you and the other actors huffed and puffed and dragged and pushed them to the Service Gate.
>The Shit has hit the Fan at Warp Speed.
>Spaghetti Land has been over-run on it's third day by hundreds of thousands of Feral Fluffy Ponies.
>Some poor bastards took shelter in the service tunnels.
>Others are trying to take shelter in the relative 'safety' of the Fiber-glass shell of Spaghetti Mountain.
>But as you pull the trailer behind you, grunting and sweating and swearing as you head for the Service Exit, you see there's Feral Fluffy Ponies packed around the fence 20 or more ranks deep, screaming and howling.
>Screaming and Howling at the Fluffies inside, who, against all odds, managed to bypass the guards and their dogs, and those horrific wood-chipper-things.
>Fluffies go in, Fluff comes out. Jesus. The one time you saw a 'Fluff-Chipper' in action, it was a stream of Fluffies going in at the business end and a waterfall of fluff and gore spewing out at the other....
>Don't really want to think about how horrific it must be for the Fluffy Ponies who live long enough to feel the bite of all those blades tearing their bodies apart.
>The Technicians of the Uni Show are waiting at the  Service Exit with high-pressure water hoses. Should be enough to clear a path for your people to get to the hired van, stuff the suits inside and GTFO of Cleveland.
>Contract or no, you're outta here.
>Manage to get the trailers up to the arcade when you signal a stop for everyone to catch their breaths, and stare at the madness around you with a mixture of awe and frustration.
>The Carosel of G3	 Ponies has been 'converted' by the Ferals into an impromptu Nursery Ward, hundreds of Fluffy Mares giving birth or tending to their newborns, a squalling, babbling, squeeing maelstrom of noise.
>There's a circle of puff-faced 'Attendant' Mares around it five rows deep, glaring at everything that's not a mare with a look that promises death by being smothered in 'Sorry Poopies'.
>There's Stallions shouting something at the Bumper Car 'stall' somewhere in the next 'street', but you're too tired to go check.
>Judging from the screaming and the angry cheering, it's not something you want to be part of, anyways.
>The Pilots of the two 'Male' Suits have clustered around the trailer holding the 'Uni' suit, making sure that the tarp that is covering the suit remains tightly tied down.
>One glimpse of that soft, silky-white fluff and you'll be buried in Fluffy Ponies shrieking and screaming for their Idol.
>Death by suffocation is not the way you want to leave this world.
>"Fuck this, eh?" One of Pip's pilots groans, kicking at a Fluffy Mare that is angrily shouting at him to help her 'Find Hewd!' "Three days, and already the shit has hit the fan!"
>"So much for a steady job! Fuck! Do you think Edu-Max Studios will rehire us after this disaster?" The other Pip pilot replied bitterly as the Mare staggers off unsteadily.
>"WHY HEWD NU WISTEN! SMAWTY FWIEND HEWE, WHEWE HEWD GU?" The Smarty Friend shrieks at the top of her lungs, flailing at any Fluffy who gets too close ... which is every five seconds, considering the Park must be packed with easily over a hundred thousand Fluffies right now, considering the Park had the potential to have 80,000 Owners and an equal number of Fluffies at peak holiday seasons.
>"Honestly? I'll be thrilled if we can just get the suits out of here and to safety." You groan as you see one of the Technicians come running over. "If they've found that fucker, Miglue or Michael or whatever the fuck his name is and got our trucks back, I'll be over the Moon."
>"Direeeeeeeeeeector!" The Technician shouts, scooting his way as fast as he can through the brawl, screaming, laughing carpet of Fluffy Ponies, waving franticly at you. "We've got trouble! The Employee Car-Park has been over-run!"
>"You've got fucking fire hoses! FIRE HOSES! Use the fuckers and blow these little shit-stains out of the park!" You shout back, feeling your blood pressure spike. Fucking hell!
>"No can do! The whole system is offline! Fluffy Ponies got into the water pipes and clogged them up! The only things still running in the Theme Park right now is electricity and the Sewage Plant!" The Technician shouts back, looking panicked. "There's a bus-sized mountain of crap over all the cars and bikes! We're getting out of here on foot or not at all, but we did manage to get Natasha and Samantha on the phone, they're hiring 4-wheel drives and will be bringing them over as soon as they can get out of their district!"
>The Crew looks at you, and then the tarp-covered Fluffy Suits.
>There's just no way you'll get these things out and over a mountain of Fluffy Pony Crap without the pilots getting buried alive in Fluffy Ponies ....
>Wait, the Arcade! It's dripping wet, but also relatively free of Fluffy Ponies.
>Wet crap pushed up against the walls, but the structure is 'relatively' clean.
>"Alright! Get the Suits into the Arcade, and we'll make our escape on foot!" You shout, and the crew rushes to push the trailers into the Fluffy-Friendly 'gaming' arcade, kicking inquisitive or just plain bossy Ferals out of their way before they get crushed under the wheels.
>”ATTENTION SPAGHETTI LAND CUSTOMERS!” The announcement speakers blare out another burst of their recorded message.
>And every Feral in and outside of the park reflexively shits at the sudden loud noise. Jesus christ, the stench is unbelievable! How can the Ferals possibly be producing so much crap if they're all starving?!
>”DUE TO AN INFLUX OF FERAL FLUFFIES, SPAGHETTI LAND WILL BE CLOSING EARLY TODAY TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM.”
>"WE NOTICED!" The Crew shouts back with a mixture of anger and humor.
>”PLEASE GATHER YOUR BELONGINGS AND YOUR FLUFFY PONIES AND MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE FRONT GATE WHERE A PARK ASSISTANT WILL HELP YOU GET TO YOUR CAR. REMEMBER THAT FERAL FLUFFIES CAN'T HURT YOU. THEY ARE JUST FLUFFY PONIES, AFTER ALL.”
>"Jesus .... can today get any worse?" You mutter, rubbing your balding head as the first of the tarps come off the trailers.

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>Be Frank, a chubby brown Unicorn Fluffy who ran away from his Owner to be with Uni.
>You escaped your Mummy by hiding in a Hoomin Place full of Fluff and Hoomin Toys and Wires.
>Uni and her Big Green Brother, Eddy, came out, and you thought it might have been their Safe Place.
>Wasn't much of a Safe Place. You only had your heel of half-stale bread to eat, and no water to drink.
>Sobbed at how unfair it all was as you fell asleep under a table and dreamed about being Uni's One True Special Friend, playing all day in a field of grass that was forever green and bright.
>Then Uni, Pip and Eddy came back!
>Had to hide, Hoomins were with them, grumbling about 'Bad Fluffies' and about how those Bad Fluffies were being thrown out of Sketti Land.
>Wanted to be with Uni, but if the Hoomins thought you were a Bad Fluffy, you'd be thrown out, Mummy would find you and take you away, and Uni would never be with you.....
>For you are Frank, Uni's One True Special Friend.
>Eventually, Uni walked out of the room, then came back in, being carried by two Hoomin Mares and was placed on a low table on her side, deep asleep.
>She must have been sooooo tired after playing all day.
>You wanted to go out and cuddle her, but .... Hoomins were mean.
>Don't want to leave until you can make Uni understand that her long wait is over.
>Eventually Eddy and Pip went away, then were carried back in by Hoomins, Stallions this time, and the Hoomins shouted and laughed and eventually left .....
>It took forever to get your courage up, but you crept out and snuck up to Uni's face.
>She was just so .... you don't have the words to describe her beauty.
>She winked at you as you stammered through your lines, smiled softly, but never spoke.
>Eddy and Pip flicked their ears in their sleep, you couldn't see their faces.
>Maybe Uni was worried that if they heard, you'd be in big trouble for sneaking into their Safe Place.
>"Fw-fwank wuv yuu bestest of aww Fwuffies, Uni!" You whispered, cuddling her chest and sighing contentedly as the silken Fluff encompassed you. "Fwank come so faw, gif up su much, tu be yuu One Twue Speshaw Fwiend. Do ... do yuu wuv Fwank tu?"
>Uni was silent and still for almost a minute, and you felt your heart breaking. Did she not understand that you alone could ....
>Then she smiled and opened her mouth silently and made words without sound.
>You couldn't tell what she was trying to tell you, silently, so Eddy and Pip wouldn't hear, but you're sure it was the answer you had prayed for.
>"Uni wuv yuu tu." She must have pretend-said to you.
>So happy you cried, muffling your sobs as you rubbed your muzzle through her wonderfully silken fluff.
>You had no toys to give, no food to share, but Uni loved you regardless.
>"Fwank show Uni how much he wuv yuu. Fwank gif bestest Speshaw Huggies, Uni wiww wuv Fwank moar!" You whispered to her, crawling through her chest fluff, down between her front legs, across her belly, to her back legs.
>And beheld her glorious teats as you pushed between the fluff on her hind-legs, two wondrous, rockmelon-sized orbs of beauty, capped by pale pink nipples that protruded from her fluff so enticingly.
>Pressed on them with your front hooves, and they gave a little, a pliable firmness that made your blood boil and your naughty place burn.
>And just behind them .... the Plot.
>Uni's Naught Place.
>It took some crawling around to get into position, because Uni was so much bigger than you, but you found a way to hang on to her, grabbing her teats with your front legs and tangling your back legs in the fluff just above her Naughty Place, and then ....
>It was everything you dreamed, and more! Her naughty place was unlike anything, so soft and silken, and her teats wobbled and jiggled with every thrust, rippling in your face.
>All night long, you gave her Special Huggies, till you were both matted and exhausted .....
>Clung to Uni and sighed contentedly. You were sure she must be full of your Sticky Wa-Wa's by now ...
>And soon .... babies.
>Babies with your precious Uni.
>"Wait tiww Fwank's Meanie Fwiend heaw 'bout dis!" You laughed to yourself as you began to fall alseep.
>But then the Hoomins came back, and you had to scramble to cover, panic and longing filling your soul with conflicting urges.
>If you stayed, maybe Uni would speak out in your defence!
>But .... there is no food or nummies in Uni's safe Place! Only Hoomin Food, which Mummy said was bad for Fluffies.
>Uni, Eddy and Pip live with Bad Hoomins who do not give them proper beds or any nummies to eat or wa-wa's to drink.
>So you hid, and cried as Uni was taken away by the two Hoomin Mares again, who complained that somebody had made Uni 'dirty' (and reminded you of how angry and mad and scary your Mummy became when you did something 'Dirty'), and then she walked out of her Safe Place, head held high.
>She didn't look at you, but you knew she loved you. She had said so last night, and you'd given her the Best Special Hugs you ever had given, till your No-No's hurt and stung and Uni overflowed with your love.
>Her Hoomins didn't feed her or love her. Uni was a prisoner of these Hoomins. She was only happy when she danced and sang for the Fluffies, for her People. When she sang and danced for you most of all.
>If she let them know you were here, they'd drive you away, and both Uni's and Your hearts would break from the lonelyness.
>So you hide, and waited till the Hoomins went away, snuck out to eat the scraps of Hoomin Food they left behind and lick the moisture off a pipe, and returned to your lonely post under the table.
>Waiting for Uni to come back.
>And thought, and planned and dreamed of how you could liberate Uni from her Prison, and the Meanie Hoomins.
>You cuddled Uni all last night too, gave her Special Hugs in her Naughty Place, even tried to give her Special Hugs in her mouth and between her teats.
>She is such a good Special Friend! You fell asleep, so tired and full of love for Uni that you forgot you were supposed to hide....
>And then the Hoomins came back! They sounded so angry, so loud, that you panicked. They would take you away from Uni, and your wonderful life together would be over before it started!
>So you hid under Uni's tail and clung desperately to her fluff, a mouthful of her tail-hair clenched in your teeth. Her tail was so thick and luxurious, maybe you could hide under the dusky-pink tail and they wouldn't see you!
>But the Hoomins picked up Uni, and you as well, and put you in a cold metal thing without a roof, and then covered you both with a stinky cloth.
>You didn't know where you were, or where you were going, but you could hear the 'Bad Fluffies' the Hoomins had been grumbling about for the past two days all around you.
>"Whewe Uni! Haf teww her One Twue Speshaw Fwiend is hewe!"
>"Mumma? Mumma! Sketti ova dere! MUMMA! Why Mumma nu muv?"
>"I cwaim Sketti Wand! Smawty cwain Sketti Wand! WHY FWUFFIES NU WISTEN TO SMAWTY FWIEND?"
>"Ouw Skettis! Ouws! Yuu nu take Skettis!"
>"MEANIES! Meanie Fwuffies nu shawe nummies!"
>You hugged Uni and shivered together with her in fear as the Bad Fluffies screamed and howled and cried out for her, with the Hoomins cursing and grunting as they dragged you both to some strange place ...
>And then .... the stinky cloth was ripped off of the Hoomin's wheeled draggy-toy, and you stared into the face of a surprised Hoomin.
>"Fw-Fwank nu wet Hoomins huwt Uni!" You squeaked in fear and determination, wiggling around to point your rear at the Hoomin and tried to make Sorry Poopies, but your belly was almost empty from having so little to eat.
>"What. The. Fuck." The Hoomin grunted in surprise and then .... turned around and walked away.
>Hooray! You protected Uni! She'll love you forever now! HOORAY!
>"UNI WIWW WUV FWANK FO'EVAH!" You cheered loudly .... and the world went quiet for several seconds.
>"Oh shit! Run for it!" You hear the Hoomins shout, and then ....
>"Whew Uni? WHEW IS UNI?" You hear the Bad Fluffies scream, louder and louder, the sound of their hooves pounding on the ground surrounding you.
>"Poopies." You whisper, clutching Uni's tail for comfort.
>You wanted to tell the other Fluffies the news after you'd eaten. But that's okay.
>You love Uni, and she loves you. Surely she can tell the other Stallions on your behalf. They'll understand, right?
>Uni the Most Magical Fluffy Unicorn is going to have your Babies, after all!