Garage Fluffies

>Getting high in your garage, after long day of work.  

>Giant bag of Funyuns, can of Dr. Pepper, space heater at your feet.

>It's almost freezing outside.  Might start raining soon too.

>Halfway through your blunt, when you hear voices from the open door.

>COPS?!

>No, it's a fluffy pony...

>"Warm an' dwy in here!" it mewls as it walks inside.

>It's a dark green earth unicorn, very fluffy.

>You normally don't like fluffy ponies, a snake infestation would be less troublesome.

>But you're high, and you can only think of how cute it is.

>The fluffy pony spots you, and smiles as it runs up to you.

>"New fwend?  New fwend, pwese?  Pway?"

>God you're high... is it talking to you?  It's looking right at you!

>"New fwend?"

"Me?" you cough.  "You're so cute!  How'd you get in here?"

>"New fwend!" it smiles. "New fwend smews funny.  Fwuffy hungwy."

>It spots your bag of funyuns.

>"Fwuffy hungwy!" it whines. "Fwend give fwuffy foodies?  Pwese?"

>"But these are mine..."

>Its eyes are watering.  "Fwuffy hungwy!  Fwuffy tummy is ouchy!  Pwese, fwend?"

>Ugh.  You toss it a handful of funyun.  It's eyes go wide with joy.  "Fwuffy wuv fwend!"

>"New fwend?" another fluffy pony's voice comes from the door.

>"New fwend?"  "Warm in here!  Fwuffy wuv room!" "Fwuffy hungwy!  Smew foodies!"

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>At least a dozen fluffy ponies are coming through the door.  All different colors and races,  but they all look miserable and cold.  And they've all spotted you and the green fluffy pony.

>Green fluffy pony stands in front of the bag.  Is she trying to hide it?

>"Fwuffy was here fiwrs'!" she whines.  "New fwend is fwuffy's.  Go away!"

>"New fwend?" the entire herd of fluffy ponies is mewling at you.  "Fwuffy hungwy!  Pwese, new fwend?  Fwuffy cold!  New home?  New daddy?"

>Holy crapy, why didn't you shut the door?

>Suddenly, dark green fluffy knocks over giant funyun bag.

>Total chaos.

>Every fluffy stumbles over one another to swarm to the pile of chips.

>They're running over each other, crying out desperately for food.

>Legs are being broken.  Faces stepped on.

>You watch in horror as they swarm up to your legs and start eating as fast as possible.

>"Foodies!" "Fwuffy wuv new daddy!" "Owie!  Fwuffy weggies huwrt!"  "Fwuffy cant walkie!  Weggies no move!  Move weggies!"  "Foodies are tasty!  Wan' more!  More foodies, daddy?  Pwese?"  "More foodies!"  "Daddy no smew pretty!"  "Fwuffy need to poopy!"  "Daddy, more foodies?"  "Pway, daddy?" "Wan' be picked up!  Pick up!  Wan' hugs, daddy!"

>You have no idea what to do.

>Ten fluffies are trying to crawl up your legs, desperate for attention.

>A few fluffy ponies have broken legs and are still crawling across the floor for food that's already long gone.

>Some of them notice the heat coming from the space heater.  "Warm!  Box is warm!" "Fwuffy wike warm boxy!"

>And now they're fighting over that.

>"Fwuffy cold!  Can' reach warm box!"  "Move!  Fwuffy wan' warm box!"  You hear some sobbing already.  "Wan' warm box!  Fwuffy so cold!  Hugs, daddy?  Fwuffy wan' hugs!"

>The mob pushes the front fluffy ponies straight into the heater, and you hear one of them scream in pain.

>"Owie!! Warm box too hot!  Warm box huwrt fwuffy!  Oww!!"

>You smell fluff being burned, you see smoke rising from the poor fluffy pony being pressed into the heater grill.  "Hewp fwuffy!  Fwuffy huwt!  Hewp!"  Her face is melting on the grill, and the others are still just pushing harder to get closer.

>The can of Dr. Pepper got knocked over in the chaos.

>Soda spills all over the floor.  Fluffy ponies go nuts.

>"Sweetie wa-wa!  Daddy give fwuffy sweetie wa-wa!"  "Fwuffy wuv daddy!"

>The fluffies who haven't been injured or scaled by the heater drink it all up.

>"Daddy! Wan' more sweetie wa-wa!"

>You haven't moved an inch.  How the fuck is this all happening when you haven't even done anything?  What the fuck is wrong with these ponies?!

>You're way to high for this right now...

>"Owie!  suddenly they're crying.  "Tummy is hurty!"  The fluffies that drank the soda are inflating.  Can fluffy ponies burp?  You have no idea.

>"Fwuffy growin' bigger!  Tummy owie!"  "Fwuffy mommah?"  "Fwuffy haf' babbehs?  Babehs grow too fas'!  Owie!"  "Hewp, daddy!  Tummy hurty!  Hewp!"

>The gas buildup is too much.  One of them explodes like a balloon.  And then another.

>Fluff, guts, bone and flesh are splattering as their bellies keep popping.

>Some are lucky enough to die instantly.  Others look at you miserably, their bellies ripped open and bleeding out.

>"Daddy... hewp... tummy... hurty..."  "Daddy, need huggies... tummy need huggies...."

>After what feels like an eternity, there is silence.

>Almost a dozen fluffy ponies have literally exploded in your face.

>Another fluffy pony has been burnt to a crisp, her face melted after fusing with the heater grill.

>Two more bled out when their legs were snapped.

>The only one left.... is the dark green unicorn.  She begged you for 'pway', but you wouldn't respond.  She couldn't get her dead, mutilated friends to play with her, so she got bored and fell asleep beside your chair.

>You take one last hit off your blunt before its cached.

>"What the fuck..."