Deadmeat Chronicles: The Fluffy In The Cage

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>You are sneaking along a row of bushes.
>You have come to an area where the two legged monsters live.
>This isn’t a good area, the grass is short and the leaves on the bushes are small and hard to bite.
>You are trying to get through it as quick as possible.
>You have three followers now, Next Special Friend and two of her herd mates.
>They keep trying to go out from under the bushes.
>You have to boop them and threaten them to keep them in line.
>”Yoo dum dum fwuffies! Nuu wan munsta hewt fwens!”
>They always shake and say they will listen but soon they forget again.
>You sneak further along and you start to sniff the air.
>”Deadmeat sniff nummies…”
>”Yay! Fwuffy hungy!”, “Whewe nummies?”
>Next Special Friend starts to sing an out of tune song ,”Fwuffy wub her smawty fwen cause he de bestest smawty fo fwuffy!”
>”Smawty always hewp fwuffy fin de bestest nummies!”
>You edge forward and look out from under a hedge row.
>”Udder fwuffy haf nummies…”
>You look out from the bush and see another fluffy happily eating out of a bowl.
>It looks like she is in a fence but this fence looks different than any you have seen.
>It is much smaller than the pens you have seen and this fence actually goes over the fluffy.
>You walk out and approach the fluffy with your throng behind you.
>The fluffy stops eating from the bowl and looks up to see you.
>He waves, “Hewwo! New fwen? Wan pway?”
>Your little herd runs past you to the outside of the fence and pads at it, “Yay! Fwen! Haf mo nummies?”
>She sits up and claps, “Yay! New fwens! Fwuffy wub fwens!”
>Next Special Friend runs up to the fluffy, “Am hungy, haf nummies pwease!”
>The fluffy points to the bowl, “Nummies dere.”
>Your fluffies run around the device looking for a way in and can’t find one.
>”How fwuffy get in wif fwen?”
>You jump on top of the device and look it over.
>The trapped fluffy starts to look around, “Fwuffy no know…”
>She looks at the bowl, “Daddeh weave nummies fo fwuffy and when fwuffy start eating fwuffy hear scawy sound.”
>”Den fwuffy see nuu way ou’ of safe bawks.”
>You start to look concerned, “Yoo daddeh put nummies ou’? How fwuffy do dat?”
>”Nuu fwuffy daddeh siwwy! Hoomin daddeh!”
>You jump down and look at the bowl, “Two wegged munsta nuu weave gud nummies! Dat bad nummie!”
>The fluffy closes  starts to shake, “Nu! Dey gud nummies! Dat why daddeh weave dem!”
>You scowl at the fluffy, “Onwy fwuffy be fwuffy daddeh! Two wegged munstas bad! Come wif Deadmea-“
>”NUU!”
>She jumps on the bowl covering it, “Fwuffy wose daddeh! Fwuffy nuu haf nummies fo so wong!”
>”Fwuffy fin nummies dat onwy daddeh weave!”
>She screams at you, “Fwuffy fin daddeh! YOO GO WAY!”
>”Nu daddeh weave…. Wha dat?”
>You hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
>The fluffy in the cage sits up, “Daddeeeeee!”
>She leans up on the side with her tail wagging, “Fwuffy fin nummies daddeh! Am gud fwuffy! Ne’ huugies!”
>You turn to your small herd, “Wun! Hide in gween tings!”
>One of the fluffies looks at you, “But fwuffy wan daddeh … OWIES!”
>You jab him in the leg with your horn.
>You snap at him, ”Go gween tingies noa!”
>All your fluffies turn and truddle quickly to the bushes with you behind them.
>”Nuu wan owchies!”, “Smawty meanie!”, “Fwuffy am go! Fwuffy am go!”
>You get to the bushes and start to look for a path away.
>”Daddeh! Fwuffy wai’ fo daddeh wike good fwuffy!”
>”Oh shit! My trap caught something!”
>You look back seeing the two legged monster walk around the house and look at the fluffy in the cage.
>She sits like in a proper fasion, “Fwuffy wai’ fo daddeh! Fwuffy be gud noa! Gif huggies and- EEEEEEEE!”
>He walks up and kicks the trap sending it flying making the fluffy inside bouncing off the walls.
>”I am not your fucking daddy!”
>You hear on of your fluffies mutter, “Why daddeh hewt fwuffy…”
>The fluffy starts to cray, “Fwuffy sowwy! Wahhhhh! Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy daddeh! Wahhhhhh!”
>He picks up the trap and starts to shake it causing the fluffy to yell in pain every time she hits the sides.
>”Owie! OWIE! EeEeeeEEE! Pwaese – AhhHHHH! Dad- OWCIES! Ow!”
>He throws the cage down on the ground.
>There is a crunching noise from the fluffy as she hits the ground with the cage.
>“EEEEEEEEEEEEE! HEWT! Daddeh gif fwuffy big owies! EEEEEE!”
>The man growls, “I am not you daddy!”
>He Kicks the cage again.
>The cage rolls across the yard toward you.
>You watch frozen as it gets closer.
>The fluffy inside rolls along as well, her leg flopping unnaturally.
>It finally comes to rest about ten feet away.
>The fluffy pony just laid there and whimpered.
>Her front shoulder area was sunk in and her leg just forward unnaturally.
>The man turned and walked to his house, “Fucking fluffies….”
>You look at the hurt fluffy.
>You look at your herd and order, “Fwuffies stay!”
>You run out to the cage and look it over.
>”Deadmeat hewp fwuffy! Get fwuffy ou’ bawks!”
>You push on the sides looking for the gate.
>”Go… way!”
>The fluffy opens her eyes and stares at you with hatred.
>”Nuu! Saf fwuffy!”
>You jab at the wires with your horn.
>They bend but don’t break.
>The fluffy forces herself up, “Fwuffy… fin daddeh… go way!”
>You stomp in frustration, “Dat nuu yoo daddeh! Munsta hewt fwuffy!”
>”YOO WIE!”
>She tries to step toward you only to fall on her broken leg.
>She lets out a yelp of pain.
>You find the locked drop door and start to poke at it.
>It doesn’t budge.
>”Daddeeee! Saf fwuffy!... OWIES!... Meanie fwuffy twy … EEEEEEEE!!!”
>You push on the door as the fluffy inside wiggles trying to get deeper in the cage.
>”Deadmeat jus wan hewp fwuffy!”
>You hear the door open.
>”Fucking shitbags! Damn things shitting up everything!”
>You push a couple of more times and look to the house
>The door doesn’t move.
>The fluffy is still yelling for you to go away.
>You can’t wait any longer.
>”Yoo dum dum fwuffy! Munsta get yoo noa!”
>You turn and run to the bushes.
>Your herd is shaking.
>”Fwuffies nuu talkie… fowwow Deadmeat…”
>You turn and start to walkd down the hedge row.
>”Fwuffy wai’ fo yoo daddeh… fwuffy wub yoo!”
>You can’t help but to look back.
>The man is walking to the cage hunckered over carrying a stick and a bag.
>His words hiss out, “You fucking dumb piece of shit!”
>He stands over the cage.
>The fluffy looks like it is trying to stand.
>She never loses her smile and her tail is still wagging.
>The man takes the sick and starts to put in it the cage.
>”Have an arrow though your gut you useless fucking waste of air!”
>The stick pierces her body as she lets out a squeal of pain.
>”EEEEEEEE!!! Daddy pwease!!! EEEEEEE!! Nuu hewt fwuffy!! NUU HEWT FUFFEEEEEEEE!!!”
>He sticks the arrow through her body and flips the cage over.
>She is skewered and is dangling slightly in the cage.
>She is bawling and tears stream down her face.
>”Huuuu huuuuuuu! Fwuffy am sowwy daddeh! Huuuuuuuuu…”
>He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small container and starts to spray a liquid on the fluffy.
>She is blubbering as he pulls out a match, lights it and throws it into the cage.
>The fluffy ignites in a flash.
>”AHHHHHHH!!! BEWN!! EEEEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEEEeeee…”
>She flops as the flames roll over its body burning her fluff.
>Soon she is out and the man is huffing over her burned body.
>”Daddeh….”
>”It’s still fucking alive!?”
>”Fwuffy… hewt daddeh… pwease daddeh… nee … huggie…..”
>He lets out a howl of rage.
>You watch as he pushes a bar and opens the door.
>He lifts the cage and rips the arrow out.
>The fluffy falls limply out as the arrow leaves her body.
>She lands hard on the ground with her leg flopping.
>She lets out whines and cries as the man focuses on her, “Wahhhhhhhh…. pwease daddeh…wahhhh…”
>He raises his foot above her head, “I told you!”
>He stomps down hard over and over on her head.
>”I am not you mother fucking DADDY!”
>You hear soft crunches as you see her body become completely still.
>You turn away and start to crawl again.
>Next Special Frien sings a soft quiet song, “Sm-smawty am … bestest… sm-smawty…. He s-saf .. he saf h-hewdie frum m-m-unstas….”
>She is crawling next to you shivering in fear.
>You hear a thump.
>You glance back seeing the dead body of the fluffy bouncing across the road.
>You turn and crawl on.