Title:           The Fluffy Show
Author:          BadFicWriter
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First Edit:      Friday 16th of November 2012 10:22:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 16th of November 2012 10:22:34 PM CDT

>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!