The Fluffy Show

>You are an entertainer.

>No… scratch that…

>You are the best fucking entertainer around!

>You had a few bumps in the road.

>You don’t even want to think of that on back water shit hole where everything went to hell in a hand basket.

>But since then you washed the red neck off you and have picked yourself up.

>You have a new act.

>A new great and powerful act!

>A great and powerful kids show!

>Parents are quick to spend their bits to entertain their foals.

>And you have found the perfect thing to entertain them.

>Fluffy ponies!

>Foals just love these things cute and adorable demeanor.

>You have set up your stage perfectly.

>You have several lights set up so all the stage is visible.

>You plan on having a fluffy parade.

>You have a few dogs for a fluffy rodeo.

>You even have a little track for them to ride a tricycle over a little water tank.

>It is completely safe.

>It isn’t that you like these things but the crowds find them adorable.

>You have been able to buy another wagon and get some more pyrotechnics.

>And on top of everything else these things are easy to get.

>Just go by the Everfree and promise them food and you’ll have a herd in minutes.

>Oh well, it is time to start the show.

>You walk out setting off your fireworks.

>You do your taadaa stance.

>”Welcome everypony to the Great and Powerful Trixie’s fluffy extravaganza!”

>There are a few clops from the audience.

>You give a nervous smile as the crowd shuffles impatiently.

>You see a bunch of foals setting bright eyed.

>Better hurry up, the parents really don’t want to be here.

>You trot off to where the fluffies are waiting.

>”Ok guys, when I start the music you just walk across the stage ok?”

>One of them runs up and puffs his cheek, “Nuu! Gif smawty nummies noa!”

>Oh shit!

>You didn’t realize you grabbed up a smarty.

>The little fucker is going to ruin everything!

>”Its ok sweety, you have lots of food when we finish but I really need you to walk when I start the music.”

>”Nuu! Yoo dum dum meanie! Gif nummies noa or smawty gif big owchies!”

>Maybe you can bypass this asshole.

>You look to the other fluffies, “Its ok guys, I’m about to start the music and you walk out ok?”

>They give a stupid grin and nod.

>You hear the crowd shuffling.

>You quickly trot over to your record player and turn it on.

>You smile nervously at the crowd.

>”Nuu! Fwuffy goo when smawty get nummies!”

>You start to see glares from the adults.

>You are bombing!

>The smarty charges on stage and starts to ram your leg.

>”Yoo dum dum stinky meanie! Smawty gif yoo big owchies!”

>The crowd is starting to murmur and shuffle.

>Can this get any worse.

>You whisper harshly, “Not now!”

>You nudge the aggressive smarty.

>Maybe a bit too hard.

>He rolls back and hits one of the lights causing it to wobble and tilt.

>Oh dear!

>The smarty looks up and sees the teetering light.

>He takes off truddling yelling, “Hewp! Safe smawty!”

>Before you can move the light falls on top of him.

>The lamp burst open spilling oil all over him and quickly setting him on fire.

>”Hot! HOT! OWIE! FWUFFY BEWN! HEWP! AAAIII! EEEEEEEE!!!”

>He twawdles into the middle of the stage making a small fire trail behind him.

>His skin starts to fall off as he yells in agony.

>A small child in front stats crying as the skin falls off the fluffy’s skull leaving a macabre flaming form before the fluffy falls over dead.

>The crowd is silent.

>No! You can save this! You are a professional!

>You turn toward the other fluffies, “Ok sweeties… let’s do the parade…”

>You are trying to sound sweet but they are all staring at you in fear.

>”Its ok, Trixie will never let anything-“

>One of the fluffies backs up and bumps the wall.

>”Ahhhh! Munsta get fwuffy!”

>That is all it takes for full blown panic.

>All the fluffies take off screaming and yelling leaving giant trails of shit behind them as they randomly spread out on your stage.

>One runs out and steps in the fire trail left by the smarty and catches on fire himself.

>”Whaaaa! Fwuffy bewn! Ahhhhhhh!!”

>He runs and trips into one of your pyrotechnic cannons.

>It tips over as the flaming fluffy sets off the charge.

*BOOOOM*

>”WHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

>The flaming fluffy goes shooting over the crowd leaving a trail of smoke behind it.

>The fluffies have found the track over the tank and have started running across it.

>It probably wouldn’t be bad except they are running from both sides.

>You see the bunch up in the middle.

>Another light falls bursting sending liquid flame across the stage catching even more fluffy ponies on fire.

>They run around randomly knocking even more lights down.

>Their screams of pain and the smell of their searing flesh fill the air of the stage area.

>You look back at the track and see some fluffies dangling off begging for help.

>You are having several regrets at the moment.

>One is that you put sharks in the tank.

>You think this as one leaps from the water and bites one of the fluffies up to its midsection and pulls it into the water.

>Another regret is that you had the tank made out of glass to be transparent.

>The crowd can see the struggling fluffy under the water.

>The shark tries to swim off to keep its kill to itself.

*THWUNK*

>Right into the side of the tank.

>The crowd gets a good look at the pain and horror on the fluffy’s face as it is rammed into the side.

>The force makes other fluffies fall into the waiting pool below.

>You see bubbles rise up from the fluffy’s face as it goes limp.

>The other sharks have noticed the feast that is dropping in.

>They swim up biting off fluffy legs.

>”Hewp!”, “Ahhhh! Something hewt fwuffy!”, “Wa wa bad!”, “Wahhhh!”

>You watch helplessly as the sharks continue their feeding frenzy as fluffies are torn apart and drift down into the tank.

>The blood finally tinges the water red enough so the spectacle becomes obscured.

>You frantically call to the fluffies, “Its ok! Just calm down! We can do this show!”

>They don’t listen and keep running around screaming.

>You hear the dogs.

>One of the fluffies tripped and rolled into the dog pens and knocked the doors open.

>The smell of fear and the odor of cooked fluffies makes their instincts take over.

>They run out on the stage and start attacking the fluffies.

>One fluffy screams in terror and spays shit as one of the dogs runs right up to it.

>The dog puts its paw on its back and bites its head ripping it off.

>The fluffy was pointed to the crowd and its neck starts to spray blood out into the audience.

>Fluffies continue to run randomly and two fall into separate pyro cannons.

>Somehow they tip toward each other before going off splatting the two fluffies together.

>A mass of gore explodes out covering the stage and crowd.

>Now you see the stand for your fireworks starting to tip.

>You try to run to it but your feet start slipping on the blood and you get no traction.

>The stand falls and starts to fire.

>You have no clue how but every single fire work goes off and hits a separate fluffy pony.

>They hit them in their guts and explode blowing them in half.

>You can’t help but to notice how graceful the half bodies flying through the air look.

>And somehow they are popping up in tune with the music.

>You watch as the top half of a fluffy flies past your face with a trail of intestines fluttering behind it.

>It lands in front of your last canon that shoots off at that moment.

>The firework goes out hitting the tricycle sending it spinning.

>One last fluffy comes running out crying just in time for the handle bar of the tricycle to embed in its eye.

>It runs to the center of the stage crying as a stream of blood shoots from its ruined eye socket.

>It slumps over as the last of its life drains out.

>It falls but is propped up by the tricycle.

>A dog walks up and starts to lick the blood from its eye.

>It is over, every last fluffy is dead.

>You are now standing in the center of the stage, your neat little wizard hat cocked to the side.

>Your cloak is ripped and stained with blood.

>the crowd is staring at you with bug eyes and their mouths agape.

>You feel something slowly slide down your cheek and splat on the ground.

>You know it is some fluffy part but you don’t want to look down to see what it is.

>You do the only thing you can think of.

>You jump up and strike a pose, “Taadaaa!”

>Silence.

>Oh sweet Celestia, if you are merciful you will look down on me from your castle.

>And kill me….

>You try to maintain your breathing.

>Kids are hiding behind their parents looking out at the gore covered spectacle that is your stage.

>You hear a single pony start to clap its hooves on the ground.

>Followed by another.

>You look out shocked.

>The whole crowd goes wild.

>”That is the best show I’ve ever seen!”, “AWESOME!”, “More! More!”

>They start to throw bits on stage.

>You strike another pose, “Yes! The Great and Powerful Trixie always delivers a great show!”

>They like this!?

>Some of the kids are asking if they can come back.

>The bits keep piling up.

>”Come back tomorrow! Trixie will entertain again!”

>Look at those bits!

>You have just stumbled on a way to get back on top.

>It will take a bit of cleaning but that doesn’t bother you.

>And fluffies are cheap.

>You smile as you try to figure out how to set up again to do this tomorrow.

>Maybe sharks weren’t such a bad idea after all.

>And one more pose for the road!