Fall of Cleveland 54 - Berry Bad Fuzzies

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Written by Vanner

Berry Bad Fuzzies
>You are a Blue unicorn fluffy mare named Berry, and you are a smarty friend.
>You've come from farther than you can remember over more dark times than you can count to the Promised Land. Spaghetti Land.
>It's all you've ever known. Your daddy and mommy, Lee and Holly, didn't make it to Spaghetti Land.
>The meanie stripey minister tried to eat you when you were just a foal, but Daddy Lee got to you first.
>The stripey minister gave him biggest ouchies and carried him away, but mommy Holly kept going as your smarty friend.
>The the hooman ministers came, and mommie got smushed.
>It was up to you to lead the herd to Spaghetti Land. It's all you've ever known, and you won't let Mommy and Daddy down.
>But when you arrived, Spaghetti Land turned out to be a lie.
>There weren't nummies everywhere like you were promised. It was like everywhere else: No nummies, meanie humans.
>Lots of fluffies believed in the myth of Spaghetti Land, and you are shoulder to shoulder with more fluffies than you can count.
>Smarty friends tug at each other's ears, and swat at each other with their soft hooves to assert their dominance.
>You don't have time for this nonsense; you've got to feed your herd.
>You've also got a litter of babies to feed inside you as well, but none of the other fluffies know that yet.
>Your herd follows you into a darkened inside place where you find a half a dozen white fluffies quietly nomming on a giant sack of nummies.
>These fluffies are bigger than you by a little bit, but your herd out numbers them, four to one.
>You could just give them ouchies and make them cry, but if you can get them to join your herd, then you'll have big fluffy friends to help the herd
>If you knew the word diplomacy, that'd be what you were aiming for
>"Hi new fwends!" you say. "Wan shawe nummies wif hewd? We gif huggies, and pway and..."
>The big white fluffies all stop nominating at the same time and turn to face your herd.
>Their crystal blue eyes stare through you with a half blank expression.
>Something deep in your brain says that something isn't right here, but the big fluffies approach your herd as if to give hugs.
>Hugs make everything better, and hugs mean that they'll join your herd!
>Your fluffy herd runs up to the big white fluffies and starts hugging them back. They roll onto their bellies as the big white fluffies hug them some more.
>"Howway!" you shout. "Big fwuffies fwiends wif Smawty Bewwy's hewd!"
>"You smawty fwiend?" asks one of the big white fluffies, stepping away from a green fluffy named Grassy.
>"Dat wight!" you say, puffing up your chest with pride. "Bewwy am smarty fwiend! Wan you big fwuffies join ..."
>It's then that you notice Grassy's tongue hanging out of his mouth.
>A pool of boo-boo juice seeps from underneath him, soaking into his fluff, and staining the ground red.
>His eyes, though still open, stare straight ahead in blank terror.
>Something else is wrong too, but it takes another second to realize it.
>Grassy's head is facing the wrong way. His leggies are on the ground, but his head is upside down as if he were on his back.
>The rest of the herd that the big white fluffies were giving huggies look the same way too.
>The big fluffies are getting much closer to you before it occurs to you what happened.
>"You huwt Gwassy!" you shout, pointing a hoof and backing away. "And Buttah! And Fawxy! And Iwis! And Dwagon! You meanie munster fwuffies!"
>The big fluffies say nothing; they only continue to walk directly at you.
>Were you not a smarty friend, you bowel would quake in fear.
>But you're Berry, damnit, and no one hurts your herd! Not after this long! Not after coming this far!
>"Dis ouw Sketti Wand!" you yell. "You no huwt fwiends! FWUFFIES! GIF MEANIE MUNSTER FWUFFIES AWW BIGGEST OWIES!"
>Your herd, inspired by your courage, lets loose a battle squeak and charges in for the attack.
>Two fluffies each grab onto the ears and short fluff of the meanie minister. The third bucks them in the stomach, trying to flip them on their backs.
>You charge in to the fight as well, shooting sparks from your horn at the meanie minister fluffies.
>As your three fluffies work together to bring down the big white meanie minister, you hear the sounds of fluffy combat going on behind you.
>"Git him!" "Gif him big ouchies!" "Fwuffy huwt!" "Boo-boo juice!" "Hewp fwuffy!"
>Your meanie minister is fighting back with more strength then all your three fluffies combined.
>Instead of you flipping him over, he's managed to pin Starry to the ground with a hoof.
>He lifts up his hoof and brings it down on Starry's horn with a distressing crunch.
>His horn has been driven deep into his head. The hole where it once was drips with boo-boo juice and some icky pink stuff.
>His sister, Sasha, runs to Starry to give him huggies, but a big white hoof catches her right in the eyes.
>She rolls on her back, covering her eyes with her hoofsies.
>"Owies! Fwuffy huwt eyebaww! No see! No see!"
>The meanie munster rears up, and brings his hoof down onto Sasha's chest with enough force that boo-boo juice starts soaking her fluff.
>"Bewwy... huwt!" she gurgles. "No... can... bweaf...." She rolls around on the ground, crying and coughing blood everywhere. "Pwease... hewp... Sa..."
>You can tell by the bubbling that she's drowning in her own boo-boo juice.
>There's nothing you can do for her
>Your last fluffy solider, a big earth fluffy stallion named Bean is trying to beat the meanie minister fluffy into submission with his hooves.
>The meanie minister fluffy spins and knocks Bean mane over fluff onto his back.
>Bean is stunned for a moment, which is all the time the meanie minister fluffy needs to press a back hoof to his throat.
>You, in the mean time, ram the minister fluffy with your horn, trying to give hint biggest owies for hurting your friends.
>Bean opens his mouth really wide and latches onto the minister fluffy's hoof with as much force as his jaws can muster.
>The munster fluffy doesn't even respond to the biting. Bean thrashes for a moment before he goes limp beneath the minister fluffy's crushing hoof.
>Now there is only you and the meanie minister fluffy.
>He's given biggest ouchies to your bestest friends, and you're going to make him pay for it.
>You stamp a hoof before you realize something terrifying.
>Every single fluffy in your herd lies broken at the feet of these big white fluffies.
>Some have broken leggies and are rolling around crying in pain. Other are leaking boo-boo juice and having bad sleeps.
>The six fluffies start walking toward you in cold silence.
>You've known fear before. You've faced down a rabbit and lived to tell the tale.
>But this... this is something else entirely.
>The big white fluffies keep moving toward you until they back you a corner.
>You're trapped, and your bowels empty themselves in panic.
>"Pwease dun huwt Bewwy!" you beg. "Jus wan foodies fow hewd! Jus wan be fwiends wif big fwuffies! Why huwt fweinds? Why huwt hewd?"
>They move in closer to you, and you feel their warm breath on your face.
>"Pwease! Do anyfing!" you cry, cowering behind your hooves. "Gif foodies! Gif spechaw huggies! Pwease dun huwt Bewwy! I gon haf bebehes! I gun be momma!
Dun huwt fwuffy!"
>The fluffy you were fighting approaches you and places his hooves alongside your head.
>As your tears stain his white, boo-boo juice stained hooves, his eyes lock with yours.
>You stare back into those crystal blue eyes, hoping to see that spark of love and kindness that lives in all fluffies.
>But it's not there. There's nothing there at all.
>Your world turns sideways.
>You lose feeling in your leggies and tail.
>After a moment, it's getting harder to breathe, and your vision is getting cloudy.
>As the world fades to black, the big white fluffies walk in silence over the bodies of your fallen herd.
>And resume eating the nummies you wanted to share with them.