Title:           Gar vs 4 Chickens
Author:          Linkeh
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/GbeckqK5
First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of February 2016 11:17:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 26th of February 2016 10:45:55 PM CDT

>Your name is Gar.
>And you’ve been out here quite a while now.
>Ever since that whole Shade thing blew over, you and Ast got married.
>The two of you moved out to the country and lived off of the land.
>It’s a simple life, but it comes with a lot of work.
>For example, you have to grow your own food.
>And not wanting to go entirely eggless, you have a few chickens in a hutch out back.
>But this morning’s eggs tasted pretty bad, rancid even.
>Ast somehow convinced you to go check on the chickens, make sure they were okay.
>So here you are, standing outside the chicken coop, ready to make your daring entrance.
>If you’re honest, chickens always scared you.
>Those short and ruffled feathers, nothing at all like the pegasus feathers you secretly adore.
>Those weird claw-like feet, perfect for gouging out brains through eye holes.
>That horrifying face with soul-piercing wide eyes.
>It… It makes you shudder just thinking about it.
>Not to mention the last few times Ast made you check on the chickens, you got a nasty scratch on the snootle.
>It bled for at least 3 minutes.
>You mumble to yourself as you approach the hut of doom.
“Please God, don’t hurt me,”
>The hut remains silent, taunting you.
“Emily, Henrietta, Regina, it’s me, you alright in there?”
>You receive no response.
“O-okay, I’m coming in. Just, no clawing please…”
>Taking a deep breath, you walk up the plank to the hutch.
>You squeeze your eyes shut and slide your head inside, waiting for the inevitable scratching.
>But it doesn’t come.
>You risk it, blinking open one of your eyes.
>Three empty seats sit where the chickens should be.
“Guys? Where did you go?”
>Using your magic, you turn over the three pillows in the hut, looking for the chickens.
>No, they’re definitely not here.
>But where could they have gotten to?
>Guess you should tell Ast that they’re gone so you can get looking.
>You pop your head out of the chicken coop.
>Turning around, you trot down the plank, but freeze as you reach the bottom.
>Three chickens stand in front of you, blocking your path back to the house.
“H-hey guys, what’s going on?”
>You take a step back, and the chickens advance, clucking menacingly.
“No need to get rash, girls. Whatever you’re mad about, we can talk about it!”
>The chickens keep advancing, their feathers ruffling as they put one claw in front of another.
>Your flank hits the chicken coop, blocking your retreat.
>Guess you have no choice.
>You must engage in combat with not one, but three chickens.
 >Could it get any worse?
>You hear another cluck behind you.
>Looking to the top of the hutch, you spy a rooster glaring down at you.
“Cluxton?”
>The rooster flaps off the roof of the hutch and glides towards you like a bat of death.
>Panicking, you gallop away from the incoming rooster-
>Right into the waiting chickens.
>Your world turns into a mess of feathers and claws as the chickens surround you, fluttering around your head.
>You swing wildly with your hooves, but hit nothing but air as the chickens blind you.
>A stray claw scratches your ear, and you yipe as you try to hit it.
>You charge your horn, trying to teleport away.
>A stray chicken slams into your forehead, breaking your concentration.
>Claws scratch your back, face, and chest as you try to defend yourself.
>You’re losing, you have to do something!
>Swiping near your head, you manage to catch a chicken with your hoof.
>It flutters off of you and onto the ground.
>You whiny and rear up on your hind legs to stamp at the chicken, trying to finish it off.
>As your hooves come down, it dashes between your legs, towards your rear end.
>You stamp at her with your hind legs, but only succeed in weakening your balance, slipping on a piece of mud.
>Recognizing your slip, the chicken slams into your other leg, knocking you off of your hooves and onto your belly, letting out a little oof as the wind leaves your lungs.
>You try to get up, but the rooster lands on your snout, slamming it back into the ground.
>Your vision fades quickly due to your numerous scratches.
>With your last seconds of consciousness, you manage to mumble,
“Cl-cluxton… why?”
>You get no answer as your vision fades to black, the last thing you see a smug-looking rooster.
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>Coming to, you feel something yanking at your tail.
>You try to let out a groan, but a piece of cloth in your mouth prevents you from making anything beyond a mumble.
>Going into full panic mode, you realize what happened before you passed out and try to get to your hooves, but find that your legs are bound together.
>You look backwards to find the three chickens pulling you towards the hutch by your short-cut tail.
>Oh God, you don’t wanna go in there!
>Your eyes begin to water and you desperately cry for help, but it only comes out as a groan.
>The scratches are too much for you, you couldn’t possibly fight back against those three!
>Not in your current state.
>You try to cause some drag with your two bound front legs, digging them in the dirt.
>All it does is prolong the inevitable.
>Your flank bumps against wood and you begin to slide upwards towards the coop, tears streaming down your cheeks.
>You could be stuck in there for days, maybe even weeks before Ast notices you!
>Your body continues to drag up the slope.
>Your stomach hits wood, then your chest.
>Oh no, your flank is already inside the chicken coop!
>Desperate, you use the backs of your front hooves to latch onto the bottom of the wood plank, holding on for dear life.
>You feel yank after yank on your tail, but you hold fast, willing Ast to come find you and save you.
>But your eyes widen as Cluxton casually hops in front of you, a smug smirk plastered on his beak.
>He places one claw on the rope tying your hooves together.
>You desperately try to keep your grip, but he’s just so strong.
>Yelling through your gag, you try to plead with him, shaking your head violently, but he’s just too strong.
>The chicken shakes your grip, and you slowly slide backwards into the hutch, tears pouring out of your eyes.
>Your head and hooves finally get pulled into the coop, and you look around in panic.
>One of the chickens holds a bottle of paste in her wing.
>And over in the corner…
>It’s a pile of feathers.
>No, anything but that. You’ll do anything!
>You close your eyes and thrash around in panic, bumping your hooves on the walls of the coop.
>Two chickens land on your hooves while Cluxton places one claw on your snout, stopping your struggles and holding you in place.
>You feel claws walking on your back, and soon, the liquid paste begins to drip over your coat.
>Here come the tears again.
>But you can’t do anything, not with three chickens holding you down.
>Soon, you’re covered head to hoof in paste, and you’re sure of what comes next.
>You cringe as you feel chicken feathers being spread all over your glued form, covering every bit of your coat.
>This is bad! What if Ast comes in here and doesn’t recognize you since you’re covered in feathers?
>She’ll just think you’re another chicken!
>Defeated and hopeless, you flop to the ground no longer resisting.
>The chickens flip you over and do your other side, but it’s no use, you’re just going to be a chicken forever.
>W-will you have to lay eggs too?
>The chickens look over their work, satisfied at the mess they’ve made of you.
>Then, they turn and leave.
>Wait, they can’t leave you here alone!
>Reaching out with your bound hooves, you try to call out for them to wait, but they just walk out, shaking their tail feathers mockingly at you.
>Moments after the last leaves, the plank slams up against the door, trapping you inside and flooding the hut with darkness.
>It reminds you of… Oh no…
>A final tear drops out of your eye.
>This is your life now.
>Laying eggs, eating seed, living in a cramped hut…
>You’ll be just another chicken forever now, and even your own wife will never know the difference.
>It’s all over for Gar Iceon.