Title:           Curse of the Vampire Fluffy
Author:          BadFicWriter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/awHtWuij
First Edit:      Wednesday 31st of October 2012 06:27:35 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 31st of October 2012 06:27:35 PM CDT

>You are a monster.
>You feed off blood.
>You are a vampire fluffy.
>And tonight you are going to claim a fluffy pony for your meal.
>You are skulking along the sidewalk.
>Your little cape flutters behind you.
>Then you see her, a beautiful unicorn and her daddy.
>He is wearing a trench coat and holding a long leather leash attached to her neck.
>They walk to a large house and go through the door.
>You lick your lips at the thought of tasting her blood.
>You can almost taste it now and you smack your lips.
>You notice you taste it even more.
>You notice that you really are tasting blood.
>You have bit your tongue by accident.
>You run around yelling until your tongue quits bleeding.
>You focus back at the house.
>You turn into a fluffy bat to swoop in.
>You see her sitting in the middle of the floor.
>You flap your wings faster building up speed.
*WATHUD*
>You slam into the window and bounce off.
>You stagger in front of the home.
>You see that the house has a pet door.
>You change back into your fluffy form and tip toe inside.
>You look around and see that the man has taken off his coat.
>He is dressed in black wearing a clerical collar.
>He seems to be an old man and has taken out his hearing aid.
>Your fluff feels hot in this house.
>You see the man is looking down at his fluffy pony waving his finger.
>She has done a bad poopie.
>He points to a room and tells her to do atonement.
>She walks away crying with her head held down.
>You stalk toward where she went.
>you bump a stand.
>It starts to wobble.
>A gold plated bowl tips off the side and falls landing next to you.
>Liquid comes spilling out cover you.
>You feel like your body is on fire and smoke starts to roll off your fluff.
>You run around screaming in pain and roll on the floor.
>The old man walks back in carrying a plate.
>You look around and see a trash can.
>You hobble toward it an quickly leap over the rim.
>You wiggle and kick your way into the trash bin.
>The man sees the bowl on the ground and wonders how the holy water got knocked off.
>He looks in at his fluffy unicorn still doing penance.
>He shrugs then puts the bowl back on the stand.
>He walks over to the trash can oblivious to the smoke inside of it.
>He dumps the extra garlic in that he doesn’t need for cooking.
>There is a huge yell of disgust as the garlic goes in.
>The man looks around like he hears something.
>He doesn’t notice the trash can is now wobbling.
>He looks back, his fluffy hasn’t moved.
>He shrugs his shoulders and goes back to the kitchen.
>The trash can tips and you roll out.
>There are patches where your fluff is burned away and garlic cloves dangle on your body.
>You spit out a large clove that was in your mouth.
>You shake yourself getting the rest of the garlic off.
>You quickly run away from it.
>You turn and see the unicorn fluffy.
>She is in a little prayer stance trying to say a Hail Mary.
>She is sitting in front of a row of candles.
>She can’t remember what comes after Hail so is mumbling the same word over and over.
>You start to stalk toward her.
>>You see her neck and start to drool.
>You get right behind her your mouth open and your fangs out.
>You look closely at her collar.
>It is cover in crosses.
>You feign away from her.
>She turns hearing you behind her.
>You try to shuffle to where she isn’t looking keeping your eye on her.
>You walk into the candles and set yourself on fire.
>You start yelling and running in circles.
>The fluffy looks around but you seem to run around where she isn’t looking.
>You look and see a puddle on the floor.
>You run toward is and start to roll.
>You hear the sizzling as the flames die out.
>You give out a sigh of relief.
>You notice the sizzling is still going on.
>You put yourself out in the holy water.
>Skin is sloughing off you as you randomly run around babbling incoherently in pain.
>You fall out the pet door outside.
>There is a click behind you.
>You crawl painfully to the pet door and pad at it.
>The man has locked it.
>You shake your hoof at the door and weakly babble angry grunts at it.
>You crawl off trying to regenerate going another night without feeding.