Title:           Cannibalism, Part 1
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
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First Edit:      Monday 3rd of September 2012 02:59:37 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 3rd of September 2012 02:59:37 PM CDT

>Be Anon, owner of a fluffy named Starsplash
>Starsplash is a Pegasus, with a gold coat and a white mane
>He was the best looking fluffy of his litter
>More importantly, he was the runt
>He was born about five months ago and has developed wonderfully
>His mother refused to care for him, and his father followed suit, so you decided to raise him yourself
>His parents have since been fixed and donated to a shelter
>His siblings have been sold as breeders
>You made sure to sell them to a good shop, you've heard the horror stories and you couldn't bring yourself to punish the babies
>Starsplash is the most well-behaved fluffy you've ever encountered
>That probably has to do with the fact that you saved him as a baby
"Daddeh, can haf nummehs, pwease?"
"Sure, little guy, it's lunchtime. How about some carrots?"
"Stawspwas wuv cawwot! Wuv daddeh!"
>He hugs your shin and you feel your blood sugar spike
>You make him lunch and heat yourself some leftovers
>You're always careful not to eat spaghetti when he doesn't have any
>You remember how Beavis reacted to that
>It wasn't pretty
>After lunch, you start cleaning the dishes
>You notice something out the window
"What the hell...?"
>You see what looks like a moving patch of grass on the horizon
>You write it off as the wind and play with Starsplash
>Hours later, after dinner, you go to clean the last of the day's dirty dishes
>That's when you see it
"Oh, no...ferals..."
>There's something about the herd that strikes you as...well, odd
>It's just, standing there
>Every single flufy is completely silent, just staring at your house
>Their eyes creep you the fuck out
>You'll call animal control in the morning
>You are NOT going to deal with a damned smarty
>You make sure to nail Starsplash's fluffy door shut
"Can't let those fuckers get in here..."
>You put Starsplash in his safe room and close the curtains on the window
"Why dawk? Stawspwas scawed of dawk, daddeh..."
"I know, buddy, but there's some very bad fluffies outside and I don't want them to see you."
>This frightens him, so you decide to move his bed into your room
>You gently squeeze him over his litterbox, and bring him in
>This seems to calm him down, and he falls asleep
>You, however, are too curious to sleep
"Never seen those guys so calm...something's wrong."
>You go back to the window and sure enough, there they are
>Standing, staring...smiling?
>Now that's just fucking creepy
>They're definitely smiling, looking right back at you
>Their teeth look...different from other fluffies'
>They look almost sharp
"Alright, that's fucking scary."
>They also seem closer than before
>You decide to play this safe
"Hello, animal control? I got a feral herd outside..."
>They ask you to describe the herd, any pregnant mares, any foals, the usual stuff
>It's illegal to exterminate certain fluffies
"Yeah...no dams, no foals...they're just standing there...MENACINGLY."
>They'll be there within two hours
>As far as your concerned, it may as well be two weeks
>You grab some coffee and continue monitoring the herd
>They seem a bit more active than before
>You walk around the house, making sure all your windows are secured
>You head back to the kitchen and peer out the window
"Oh fuck."
>The herd is nowhere to be seen
>This is a huge problem
>You grab your computer and research the herd's behavior
"Let's see...smarties...crop destruction...no..."
>You search for about 30 minutes and come across an article that piques your interest
>It describes a phenomenon known as a "cannibal herd"
>It describes fluffies that become carnivorous under certain conditions
>They also seem more intelligent than average fluffies
>You mind flashes back to that scene in Jurassic Park
>Yeah, the one with the raptors
"No, sir, no way in hell am I dealing with this."
>You check the clock
>One hour left until animal control arrives
>Then you hear it
>It sounds like scratching, sort of like a dog would scratch on a door
>Then you hear more of it
>And more...and more
>You hear the sound all around your house
"Oh, Jesus what is that?
>The scratching continues as you double check all of your windows
>Then you realize what it is
>They're trying to get in
"Alright...stay calm. They're fluffies for fuck's sake"
"Daddeh...wah noise? Stawspwas scawed..."
>Starsplash woke up
>You'll have to calm him down
"Hey, little guy. It's okay, the bad fluffies are just making noise outside. I need you to be a good fluffy and stay quiet for daddy."
"Otay, daddeh...am gud fwuffeh."
>You pat him on the head and move your dresser in front of your bedroom window
>You lock the bedroom door and walk back into your kitchen
>Then you see it
>A single fluffy is sitting on the outside windowsill
>Its fur looks like it was once green, but it looks dirty
>Its eyes light up as soon as it sees you
>It smiles with broken, jagged teeth
>It then starts biting the window
>It leaves marks on the glass, but there's no way it can get in
"Well, that is absolutely horrifying...."
>You grab a cutting board and prop it up against the window
>You don't want to be reminded that those things are out there
>You check the time
>Animal control should be here soon
>You turn on the TV and try to calm yourself down as you wait
>You hear the fluffies all around your house scurrying away
>Then you hear a car pull up your driveway
"Must be them..."
>You unlock your door and look outside
"Hello, Mister Anon was it? I'm the fluffy exterminator. Hear you got a feral herd"
"Oh hi...Dale, right? come on in I'll fill you in on the details."
>You tell him about the article you read and about the herd's behavior
"Can't say I ever heard of a cannibal herd...but that's alright. My poisons are great for any fluffy. Humane too."
"That's nice, but this herd is supposedly smart. Be careful man."
>He gears up and walks outside
"Hey, Anon...there's no fluffies out here."