Deadmeat Chronicles: Smarty Face Off

>You are a maroon fluffy unicorn, a carbon alloy horn adorns your head.
>You have just finished refilling your food stores and you are taking a walk smelling the air.
>Dammit and three other owie fluffies are behind you.
>You wonder out into a large field enjoying the afternoon sun on your fluff.
>”Bad fwuffy! Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>You look to see who is yelling and you see the smarty you gave sorry poopies to running toward you.
>You stand wide and puff your cheeks, “Go way! Yoo bad fwuffy!”
>Your owchie friends get in line behind you.
>The other smarty is still running toward you with a look of fury on its face.
>”Yoo bad bad bad fwuffy!”
>He runs in front of you huffing, “Gif dat bad fwuffy owchies!”
>The fluffies behind him start to shuffle nervously, “Dat munsta fwuffy….”
>You get ready to give big owchies but then you hear, ”Yoo go way! Dis Snuggle Wuggle awea!”
>You get surprised as you and the other smarty turn and see Snuggle Wuggle walking toward you.
>You snap at her, “Dis nuu yoo awea! Yoo awea dat way!” You point to where she came from.
>”Dum dum fwuffy wike dis pwace… Snuggle Wuggle cwaim it! Dis Snuggle Wuggle awea noa!”
>The other smarty looks at the female smarty and starts to wag his tail, “Yoo pwetty fwuffy, Smawty gif speshul huggies!”
>Snuggle Wuggle nips at the smarty forcing him back, “Nuu smawty speshul huggies till Snuggle Wuggle say!”
>The smarty starts to stomp, “Den smawty gif sowwy emfs! Dis noa smawty awea!”
>You stare down the other two, “Deadmeat here first, Dis Deadmeat awea!”
>The owchie friends start to puff their cheeks at each other and give raspberries.
>They can’t focus on one group and look around as menacingly as they can.
>The three of you are locking eyes, none wanting to back down.
>Finally Snuggle Wuggle stomps and whines in frustration.
>She points to the smarty and says, “Go way!”
>He lets out a scream and falls backwards, “Ahhhhhhh! Fwuffy hewt! Ahhhhhhh!”
>He wiggles his legs randomly and cries, his fluffies run up and start to give him huggies.
>You jump back surprised looking at the Pegasus with her hoof stuck out.
>Her jaw is agape as she slowly brings her hoof back and looks at it.
>She still has a shocked look on her face when she looks over at you.
>And evil smile crosses her face and she points at you, “Go way!”
>”Ahhhhhh! Fwuffy butt hewt! Wahhhh!” One of your owchie fluffies goes by you rubbing his butt on the ground.
>You hear one of your fluffies behind you, “She gif owwies wif her hoofie…”
>You get in a battle stance, “Deadmeat gif biggest owchies! Go way!”
>She looks hesitant but then points her hoof at you again, “Go way!”
>Something shoots past your ears and hits the ground between you and the female smarty.
>A splash of blue explodes from the grass and sprays her blue green fluff.
>You, Snuggle Wuggle and your fluffies turn and see a teen age boy lowering a paintball gun, “Fuck, I missed.”
>Two other boys are pointing and laughing at him, “You suck dude!” each have their own paint gun.
>You start to back up.
>It sinks in that you are caught out in the open.
>Dammit starts to run to the boys, “Gif owchies fo de smawty!”
>Snuggle wuggle is speechless and pees in fear.
>You run and push Dammit down, “Nuu! Dey munstas!”
>You see their toothy grins as they bring up their paint ball guns and start aiming.
>You look at your fluffies, “Efewy fwuffy wun! Wun fwom munstas!”
>You take off as fast as you can past Snuggle Wuggle.
>Snuggle wuggle turns and runs as well, “Owchie fwuffies wun!”
>She looks toward you, “And gif dum dum smawty owchies!”
>All fluffies take off in random directions as paint balls start to fly through the area.
>The boys start to walk up.
>The downed smarty starts to sit up, “Tank yoo, huggies make smawty feew betteh!”
>A boy walks up behind him and shoots him point blank on his head.
>”AHHHHH!! FWUFFY HEWRT!! EEEeeEEEEeee!”
>His fluffies start to hug him again.
>”These faggots aren’t fun… let’s get the runners!”
>You make it to some bushes and run under them.
>You look out across the field and see the boys shooing randomly around.
>You start to sneak back to your area.
>”Nnnnnnn! Bad fwuffy!”
>You feel a fluffy jump on your back and start to nip your ears.
>You start to shake, “Get off Deadmeat!”
>He falls to your side, it is one of Snuggle Wuggle’s fluffies.
>He jumps up and starts to nip at your nose.
>You give him a fast boop then push him out from the bush.
>He stands up with tears on his face, “Yoo fault nuu speshul huggies!”
>You see a burst of color from his butt.
>”Ahhhhahahaaa!! Wahhh!!” It screams and cries running back under the bush and past you.
>Color starts to spray through the bush as you hear paint balls start ripping through it.
>You take off again.
>You run from bush to bush hearing the high pitched laughter and hoots from the boys around you.
>”Bad munsta fwuffy!”
>You see another one of Snuggle Wuggle’s fluffies run toward you across an open area.
>He charges with a war cry and fury on his face.
>”Fwuffy wan speshul huggie! It yoo fault! It yoo- AHHHHH!”
>Almost immediately his side has splotches of colors explode on it.
>He staggers to a bush with paint balls painting the area he was standing in.
>You start to dart from tree to tree keeping an eye out for the two legged monsters.
>Dum dum fluffies!
>There are monsters attacking and they let their personal feeling interfere with their escape.
>You are close to home and your hidey hole.
>You are smarter than that.
>You look around hoping your fluffies are safe.
>When you get back you will-
>”MUNSTA!”
>The squirrel is hoping across the field.
>You take off with your horn lowered.
>The squirrel sees you and starts to chitter.
>When you get close it starts to jump around you while you nip at it.
>You almost got its tail!
>It takes off with you giving chase.
>It runs up a tree and you stand at the base shouting angrily, “Deadmeat get yoo munsta!”
>”Yoo bad! Bad munsta take Deadmeat stuff! Yoo- WHAAA!“
>You jump as a paint ball shoots between your legs and explodes on the tree.
>You remember the two legged monsters and run behind a tree.
>”Lucky son of a bitch!”
>You run under a bush and start to sneak back to your area again.
>You start getting closer.
>”Why no werk?”
>You look to your side and Snuggle Wuggle is waving her hoof at you.
>You look at her, “Deadmeat no cawe, dat yoo area. Deadmeat nuu wan.”
>She gives you a death stare and babbles and screams angrily unable to make words.
>She turns and runs back to her area.
>You are almost back to your area when you look back.
>The other smarty has got back up and is looking around.
>”Where bad fwuffies?”
>His fluffies are making a small circle around him.
>”Well guess those got away… Hey! Looks who’s up!”
>One of his fluffies perks up, “Yay! Yoo new daddeh? Take fwuffy home!”
>He trots up to the boys who kick him to the side, “Nope, not your daddy you little shit.”
>They walk on, the smarty puffs his cheeks, “Dis smawty awae! You go way dum hoomin!”
>The boys laugh and shoot the smarty between his eyes.
>He falls back screaming.
>The boys surround the smarty, “Looks like it’s just you asshole!”
>The boys eyes narrow to slits with grins slithering across their face.
>They start to slowly and methodically shoot the downed smarty.
>”Wahhhhh! Fwuffy hewt! Hewp fwuffy! Wahhh! Fwuffy wan daddeh! Hewp! HEWP! WAHHHH!!”
>The boys just laugh as they shot the smarty’s body randomly.
>His fluffies are laying off to the side crying at their leaders pain.
>”Why daddeh hewt smawty…”
>”You boys get away from that fluffy!”
>The man dressed in white carrying a net on his back is walking up.
>he is dragging a wagon behind him with a large box on it.
>The boys look at the man, “Ahhh, guess it’s the faggots lucky day. Hope they put you to sleep fucker!”
>The boys start to walk away giggling, one steps on the smarty’s tail making him wail pitifully.
>The man in white just looks down at the fluffy shaking his head.
>He picks up the smarty and walks to the box.
>He opens the top and puts him in.
>His fluffies run up and start begging the man, “Nuu take smawty way! Smawty nee huggies!”
>They are all jumping around the man in white’s feet, “Ok guys, hold on.”
>He opens the box again and starts to pick up the concerned fluffies one by one.
>”You give this poor guy all the hugs he needs.”
>He places them one by one in the box and shuts it again.
>Your heart sinks when you see the fluffy locked up.
>You run back to your area and see your fluffies made it back.
>Rose berry runs up to you, “Wosebewwy wan pway!”
>You cut her off with a hug.
>”Yay! Munsta smawty hug Wosebewwy! Wosebewwy gud fwuffy!” She hugs you back.
>You let go and walk back to your hidey hole to rest.
>Roseberry says, “Yoo bestest smawty!”