Title: Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat vs Charcoal Author: BadFicWriter Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/kHaMTxpE First Edit: Wednesday 18th of July 2012 10:56:14 AM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 18th of July 2012 10:56:14 AM CDT >You are a maroon fluffy unicorn with a light green mane. >You and Charcoal are lying next to each other. >You look at the empty pen, you are the only two in it. >She is babbling happily while you look at the other pens. >Suddenly a two legged monster is at your pen, “Need some filler tonight, you’ll do!” >He leans over and grabs you. >You are carried by the skin on your back to the arena. >The silver furred monster is speaking, “Well seems that they have pulled one of our modified fluffies!” >”This one is special folks, he has survived many bouts in the ring, but will he survive tonight!?” >”We find out in the pot luck!” The crowd is mumbling excitedly. >”Ok! Send the next one!” >He faces the crowd, “Totally random folks! The one right now is looking for another combatant not knowing who is out here already!” >”Two fluffy ponies with no pairing at all, this one is modified, the next one can be a total new arrival doomed from the start!” >”Right now even odds!” >There is a pause, “And here comes the next one! Wow! A crowd favorite!” >The audience hoots in response. >”Ok put on the vest, she’s fanatical! One of the fastest we got! Our number one hugger! This will be a match to remember!” >You look on in horror as Charcoal is lowered into the arena. >She is wearing a spiked vest. >She looks over and sees you. >Her face drops, “Nuuuu! NUUUU! Charcoa no gif bad huggies speshul smawty!” >She backs into to the side of the ring. >”Ok folks, the combatants are in! The odds are set, minutes to place your bets! Who will live? Who will die?” >The two legged monster behind you starts to talk, “Hey big guy, if you give her big owchies I’ll be your daddy.” >”I’ll take you home and give you lots of spaghetti. All you have to do is give her big owchies and daddy will love you.” >You turn and look at the monster, “Go way! Yoo no Deadmeat daddeh!” >You hear Charcoal yelling, “No wan sketties, no wan hewt spechul smawty!” >”Go kill her you little fuck! I’m getting fucking tired of your goddamn attitude!” The monster is starting to glare at you. >You start to puff your cheeks when you hear Charcoal again. >“Pwease…  hewp fwuffy... no wan hewt spechul smawty… fwuffy wan hewp…” She begins to cry. >You turn and see her sobbing in the middle of the arena. >You run to her and nuzzle her neck. >”Deadmeat keep spechul fwen saf.” >She looks at you with tears in her eyes, “Charcoa no wan gif bad huggies no mo…” >You turn and puff your cheeks, “Musta go way! Gif big owchies!” >The silver furred monster speaks again, “What the hell is this? You suppose to kill each other not fuck.” >”Hey, where did you get the modified fluffy from?” >”Pen ten.” Says the monster who brought you out. >”Where did the hugger come from?” >”Pen ten, saw she was the last one so figured just empty it out.” >The silver furred monster looks at you, “Well fuck me running, you two are a couple!” >He looks back at the audience, “What are the odds folks! Maybe I should have made that a bet, someone would have cleaned up!”” >”This is why we keep our pens numbered so we don’t fight fluffies that know each other.” >He points at the two of you, ”I mean look at these lovebirds folks, we can’t force them to fight.” >”I’ve seen this before, they will just sit there for hours never doing anything.” >”So that’s it folks, love conquers all!” >”We’ll send these two back and get two more! How’s that sound?” >”We’ll let these two have a happy ending! Should we do it? Should we send them back?” >The crowd answers in unison, “No!” >The silver furred monster looks back with his slithering smile. >The two dead eyed monsters at the arena edge start to laugh, “Heh… heh… heh…” >”Sorry guys, bets have been placed.” >He faces the two of you standing together, Charcoal quaking behind you and your cheeks puffed. >”I’m curious, which is stronger… the power of love… or the sorry stick!” >The two monsters jump into the ring, one is holding a broom and the other is holding a hard rubber car antennae. >Charcoal starts to steps nervously as she sees them approach. >Sheer terror is in her voice as she begins to scream, “NUUUUU!!! NUUUUU!!! NUUUUU!!!” >You charge the men lowering your horn. >”Careful, that one has an alloy horn now.” >The man with the broom swings it like a baseball bat hitting your side and sending you rolling. >”Got him, you get the bad ass, I’ll take spikes over here.” >Charcoal screams, she turns and runs away crying. >The man closes the gap quickly slamming the broom onto her body knocking her flat. >You stop rolling, you jump up and start to run to Charcoal. >The antennae swats hard down on your nose making you plow into the dirt, some of it goes into your mouth. >”Ok guys, don’t kill them! If you do that forfeits the match, and I don’t like giving refunds.” >Charcoal starts to plead, “Pwease! Nuu sowwy stick! Fwuffy sowwy nuuuu!” >The monster doesn’t listen, he drives the bristles into her eyes so hard it pushes her back with each hit. >She lets out a painful wail as the broom almost blinds her. >You stand up and start to spit out dirt. *Whsst* >Your front legs are knocked out from under you, they are filled with a burning pain. >You can’t help but to start yelling in pain as the man starts to swipe your sides. >You force yourself to stand and stare at the man, “Deadmeat… gif owcies!” >The man laughs, “Bring it on big guy!” >The silver furred monster addresses te crowd again, “Sorry folks, we are have some technical difficulties at the moment.” >The monster with the broom brings the blunt end of the handle down hard on Charcoals nose. >She backs up in pain, tears streaming down her face, “Waaahhhhh! Waaahhhhh! Wa-wa-wahhhhh!” >”Are you ready to kill yet bitch!” the monster stats to drive the blunt end into her body viciously. >”Yea folks, just have to make a few adjustments to the equipment, the show should start soon.” >You start to charge the man. >He gives a quick sweeping kick that catches you under your jaw. >You fly backwards feeling like your entire head is rattling. >You land with a thump knocking the wind out of you. >Before you can move it feels like your skull is getting twisted and the man steps on your horn forcing it on the ground. >”Wet Deadmeat go munsta!” >”The secret is in the follow through” He is giggling at your struggles. >”wet Deadmeat go! Deadmeat gif-“ *Whsst* >He swings hard hitting your pee pee place with his weapon. >You freeze as the liquid pain fills your belly. >Your mouth open in a frozen silent scream broken by a small cough. >”Well that shut you up!” He continues his assault on your genitals grunting with each swipe. >The other man grabs up Charcoal by her tail and starts to swat her head with the handle of the broom. >Charcoal starts to scream, “Fwuffy wan no mo sowwy stick! Fwuffy huggies fwen! Wahhhhh!!” >”That’s more like it! You better goddamn hug bitch or it will be worse when I get back in.” >The man takes his foot off your horn leaving you laying in pain. >The silver furred monster runs back and forth excitedly. >He is laughing, “HA HA HA HA ! You hear that folks! The sorry stick made love its little bitch!” >You force yourself to stand, the two legged dead eyed monsters are not around. >You start huffing,”Deadmeat sowwy, twy pwotect fwen...” >You turn and look at your friend. >Charcoal is standing there crying, one eye is bloodshot and the other is almost pure red. >Boo boo juice is dripping from her nose and mouth, the side of her head is swelling. >”Charcoa no wan sowwy stick no mo…” She chokes back tears and she starts to walk forward. >You start to back away, “Deadmeat no hewt spechul fwen...” >”Yoo gudest fwuffy. Charcoa wan be wif yoo… but no wan sowwy stick…” >You keep backing up. >”Charcoa gif spechul smawty huggie now…” >You back into the side of the arena, you can’t back up any further. >Charcoal starts to run toward you. >You close your eyes and cringe before feeling a shove on your head. >Her hooves are squeezing your shoulders. >You feel her hooves slowly let go and your nose feels warm and wet. >You open your eyes to see she has hit your horn with her throat impaling herself, blood seeping from the wound. >The spikes from her vest are below your chin dangling harmlessly. >You twist and back up pulling your horn out of her neck. >She falls to the ground lifeless her eyes closed forever. >On her face is something you don’t ever remember seeing on her, a smile. >Tears blur your vision as you stand over your dead friend, “Nuu.. Deadmeat no wan hewt fwen…” >The silver furred monster grabs you up by the skin on your back and picks you up. >”What kind of cold blooded mother fucker would kill his own girlfriend to save his own worthless ass!?” >He holds you high, “This cold blooded mother fucker right here!” >You scream in frustration, “Nuuuu! NUUUUU!” >”Listen to that war cry folks! Give it up for the lady killer here!” >The crowd is cheering stomping as you continue you frustrated screams.