The Mill Part 4: The Fluff Matches

>you are Rick

>you return to the Fluff shack with your haul

>3 pegasus, 2 unicorns, 2 earth

>you put them in their respective pens as Hans fills out their paperwork

>looking at the clock yo see it’s 5, clock out time

“Yo Mark, I’m taking off”

>”See ya later gansta”

“Mark man that’s’ racist”

>”ok, quit picking on the white guy and get out”

>you chuckle and head to the van

>time to make some cash

>you are Isaac, and two new fluffies were just dropped in your pen

>they are still whimpering and clinging to each other

>here’s where your job comes in

>”hewwo new fwiends! Am Isaac! What yo names?”

>they look at you but still whimper

>”is ok! You safe hewe!” you are lying through your teeth but it’s the only way calm them down to avoid Rick

>slowly one opnes up

>”….f…fwuffy…nu haf name”

>”f..fwuffy don’ haf name….eithew”

>”is ok! You get name soon!”

>this seems to make them feel a little better, theyre on their ways to their new lives

 

>you are Rick

>driving back you send the text to your buddies

>fluffy match tonight @ 8, $15 entry, byob

>when you get home you begin to set up, you place the cages out and set up the “shop”

>the cages sob, beg and threaten you as you whistle and continue to set up shop

>at around 7:30 the crew arrives

>you give your regular how-do-you-dos and they pay entry

>around 17 people are there as you head upstairs to the fluffy matches

>the fluffy matches are the business you run off of Fluff shack rejects and misbehavers

>it’s a fluffy fighting operation, you feed the fluffies and take care of their shit but that’s the length of your good graces

>you tell them the only way to survive is to kill

>they have no idea what any of that means so you had to degrade yourself by telling them “give hurties or get hurties”

>those who didn’t learn then learned quick

>later on you began to reward the winners with spaghetti, further motivating them

>this is how you pay to keep the whole building running, this and your job, plus and fluffy that isn’t set aside from betters can easily be sold to any abusefag for $2

>they could easily find some off the street but some cops actually protect the damn things so some don’t want to risk it

>plus theirs the risk of killing a runaway that is still loved by its owner, getting the killing traced back to you and then court so some just go to you

>business is booming and business is good

 

>the matches work like this, a fluffy is bought for $1

>next it is modified by a bet placer or bet group

>by modified you mean a tool rack, tool chest and a box of assortments that people use to buff up their fluffs

>the gamblers buy the parts and use them to create their armor clad fluffy warriors

>the 3rd of the top 3 fluffies that have survived has been around for 2 months

>the top 3 are as follows: #3 is Shank, a cyan with golden mane Pegasus with switchblades strapped to his legs. They are made so when he swing a hoof or kicks at another fluffy the blade pops out, when his hoof returns to the ground the blade folds in, preventing Shank from walking with the blades out and dulling them

>#2 is Robin Hood, a unicron with dark red fluff a purple mane and a self-reloading crossbow on his back. The crossbow sits on his back like a saddle, and in front of his mouth is a lever hooked to the trigger. All Robin has to do is pull down on the levers handle and it fires 1 of the 10 bolts on his back. It used to be an insta-kill for him, but now he likes to play with his victims. Gets more spaghetti that way

 

>And #1 is your fluffy, but youre about to meet him, because he’s up in the first round

>some new upstart has challenged you and bet $50 on the match

>what an idiot

>it looks like he took a bowl, drilled a holle through it and put some kind of spike through it. Its attached to the fluffy’s head by leather straps. The small bowl fits snuggly on the fluffy’s head, assuring a no-slip grip

>”gentlemen I give you…….the horse of death!” says your opponent

>the new to the ring fluffy wanders around terrified “whewe fwuffy? Whewe fwiends?! Pwease fwuffy wan out! Get thing off head pwease!”

>you smirk a little and step forward with  your cage, hooking it up to the Octagon

“Now ladies and gentlemen, I give you everyone favorite, the one, the only…….Misteeeeeeeeeeer Hammerrrrrrrr!!!!!”

 

>you are one scared fluffy

>some man just strapped this thing to your head and called you “the howse of deaf”

>that’s not your name, your name is fluffy!

>another scary voice just said something about a “mistah hamma”

>what is going on?!

>you look over to see a terrifying sight

>out of another cage like your comes a huge orange fluffy and with a boo-boo juice colored mane,  he’s like, twice as big as you! Maybe three times as big!

>your eyes become pinpricks when you see his most terrifying feat

>he only has 3 legs, and one has been replaced by…..something scary

 

>you are Rick

>your fluffy pony “Mister Hammer” has just stepped out and he looks pissed

>his names comes from the little sledgehammer you fashioned to replace his right front leg

>it weighs no more than about a 15 pound dumbbell, but to a fluffy its feels like a sledgehammer

>when you first picked him you were drunk and felt like wasting money, so you picked a scrawny 3 legged fluffy you found earlier that day

>when you put him out you were yelling “miracles can happen!” as you placed a $100 bet for your fluffy to win

>the whole match is a blur but at the end, the starved 3 legged earth fluffy stood victorious over his now dead opponent

>you immediately loved this thing, and after remember playing an awesome video game earlier, you name him after a bad guy from the game and game him a similar sledgehammer to replace his arm

>and his size now? No fat, all muscle.  This is one buff fluff, towering a 2 times the size and average fluffy

>you also saw him toss a fluffy as if it were a foal

>this match will be easy money

 

>you are the scared fluffy again

>people are telling you to charge the big fluffy

>you see now that you are a ‘horn friend’  like your smarty friend was

>he used to use his horn to give ouchies, maybe you can do the same

>you put your head down and charge the huge fluffy screaming, and hoping for the best

>you watch as mister hammer picks up his hammer “Mista hamma gif biggest ouchies!” he says and sideswipes the charging fluffy

>theres a huge crack and the fluffy goes flying as hit hits the side of the cage

>its lays there making noises that cant be heard over the “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH” of the crowd

>Mister hammer waddles over to the fluffy that is now struggling to stand

>further sounds of disgust and amusement come from the crowd as the fluffy’s jaw is now hanging limply, comepletly open, as if it were about to swallow another fluffy whole

>”ay ouf no ork?”  it tries to say but with no bottom jaw it makes noises

>Mister hammer cracks his hammer  against the fluffy’s face again and sends it skittering across the floor

>the fluffy’s right eye is now angled at a weird angle as the other darts around in fear, knowing that this may be its end

>Mister hammer waddles up to the fluffy

>”Hmmmph, sowwy poopies” it says as it aims its backside to the fluffy

>He buries the fluffy’s body in a mountain of shit causing the crowd to go in a frenzy before he turns around and swings the hammer down on the fluffys head

 

>you are rick and just made a killing tonight

> some legends were knocked down while others rose up

>its 1 in the morning and youre making spaghetti but hells, its worth it

>you distribute the spaghetti to the winners and stroke you Mister hammer behind his ears

>he smiles then goes back to eating

>you  wait for everyone to finish then dump them back in their cages

>guess fluffy’s are worth something after all