Why the fluffy crossed the road

>Be a purple fluffy mare called lilac

>You live in a soggy cardboard box

>You cant remember very much but you used to have a daddy

>You remember getting hugs from him and being fed spaghetti

>One day he put you down in this alley and told you to wait here

>That was a long time ago, many scary dark nights have come and gone

>You have been living off what you can find in the nearby garbage cans

>Sometimes the restaurant next door spills their garbage and you can find rotting food

>It is usually burgers or grease and you can't stand the taste

>After a few days of eating nothing but the rotting food and puddles of grease you begin to feel sick

>You cry for your daddy all night while huddling in your box

>Daddy used to tell you where to poop and pee but now you have stopped caring and just go in the box

>The box has stopped smelling pretty and you have been throwing up icky yellow stuff all morning

>It is afternoon now and you have begun searching for more food

>The alleyway is clean and all you can find are a few dirty napkins to chew on

>The days are getting colder and the sky is getting darker as time goes on

>You have to stay here though, daddy must be coming back soon

>Feeling very unsatisfied you spit out the chewed up paper and venture out towards the street

>You are momentarily elated as you see a pile of spaghetti across the road

>At first you are hesitant to cross since daddy used to warn about the road outside your old home

>Eventually your hunger gets the best of you and the treck across the street begins

>Daddy used to let you ride in the big metals creatures that are running along the road but they still scare you

>You try and wait for a gap in the traffic but your timing is a little off

>The first car misses you but you failed to consider the cars going the other direction

>You take a tire to the nose and you hear a sickening crack as you are knocked spinning

>The pain hits you all at once as you look down and notice your nose is twisted

>"WWAAAAAAAAAAA" you howl as you toss your head about, throwing your broken and bleeding snout around loosely

>The blood is dripping down into your mouth and the taste makes you throw up onto the asphalt

>You try to continue your trek as more cars hurtle by but you slip in the puddle of vomit and blood

>Your momentum keeps you going into a roll and you end up on your back in the middle of the second lane

>A large truck blaring horrible music drives over you

>Your fluff catches on the underside and you are dragged along for twenty feet before catching a pothole

>The blood from your snout has dripped into your eyes while you were upside down and you have been blinded

>Luckily your fluff has protected you from most of the damage but as you try to roll back over again you feel severe burning on your back

>The drag has ground most of the skin off of your back and what remains is sticking to ground and peeling off

>You begin to sob as you try to move again only to find that more of your skin is removed

>"Hewp fwuffy, daddeh, pwease hewp" You cry to yourself as you hear another car approching

>Some long dormant survival instinct responds to the approaching sound and with a mighty effort you attempt to roll out of its path

>This effort half succeeds as your front hooves reach the sidewalk

>Unfortunately your back hooves and tail are less fortunate

>They are crushed flat by the oncoming vehicle

>You release a howl of pain as the new injuries begin to take their toll

>Using your front hooves, you drag yourself up onto the sidewalk and lie flat on your stomach

>You pant heavily and feel your bowels release as you attempt in vain to move your ruined back legs

>The agony you are experiencing is overwhelming and you begin to lose consciousness  

>Your tiny mind drifts far away as you remember how life used to be

>How daddy used to hug you and give you treats

>How he used to help you play with the blocks

>Your eyes tear up at these memories and the mixture of blood and tears forms a small pool beneath your ruined snout

>A deep rumble emenates through you as your stomach informs you of your hunger

>You think back to the spaghetti and turn your head in an attempt to look for it

>You can still see the long piece of spaghetti fifty feet down to road

>A primeval drive from deep within your mind urges you towards it

>You begin the laborious process of dragging yourself down the sidewalk

>A human emerges from the alleyway next to you and looks on in confusion

>He is dressed in a filthy overcoat and has a bottle of whiskey in his hand

>Something about his demeanor causes you to pause before greeting him

>"Stupid fucking fluffy" he drunkenly slurs before draining the bottle of its last remaining alcohol

>"Take this you gimp piece of shit" he mumbles before chucking the bottle at you

>Fortunately in his inebriated state he misses you and only succeeds in shattering glass all over the sidewalk

>The degenerate then chooses this moment to stumble to the ground and take a seat on a nearby pile of newspapers

>He looks on in disgruntles silence as you continue to drag yourself onward

>The hard concrete is beginning to hurt your soft belly and rub the skin near your teats

>Regardless you press on, the goal of spaghetti driving your every move

>The growing pain on your stomach increases as you reach the portion of the sidewalk covered in the shards of glass from the whiskey bottle

>The tiny pieces of glass penetrate your underside and begin to open up long shallow cuts

>You howl in pain and desperately try to lift your abdomen to little avail

>There is little choice but to continue in your mind as you press onward

>A long piece of glass starts to embed itself in one of your teats but in your single minded state you simply keep moving, driving it deep enough to tear the teat wide open

>You simply grit your teeth and think about the food

>If you can get the spaghetti you can eat, daddy used to make you spaghetti

>Spaghetti means daddy must be near

>If you can just reach it daddy will save you

>He will hug you tight and make all the pain go away

>The drunken vagrant is now laughing heartily at the trail of blood you are leaving behind you

>"Crippled little shit, where are you goin in such a fuckin hurry" he breaths between chuckles

>"Sss-s--sghetti" you stammer weakly

>He tries to stifle another laugh and withdraws another bottle from his coat

>"God speed" he says while lifting the bottle in the air

>You continue to drag yourself through the glass, enduring more and more long gashes

>After about five minutes you have reached the spaghetti

>Both of your teats have been made unrecognizable by the gauntlet of glass and a long sliver of the bottle has become lodged in your belly and has pierced your intestines

>The leaking digestive fluids burn your open wounds more and you release piss yourself once again

>You desperately grasp the piece of spaghetti with your front teeth

>It doesn't taste like spaghetti but in your reflexive hunger you begin to suck it into your mouth and down your throat

>The spaghetti can't be chewed and is tasteless

>You correctly guess that this may not be spaghetti but continue to wolf it down

>It is really just one long piece that was sitting in a coil and was emanating from a nearby pole

>The drunken degenerate is now doubled over in fits of laughter at the sight of you

>"God damn you are retarded, that isn't food shitbrain" he yells before taking another swig of his drink

>You ignore him and keeping sucking down the long yellow tube until you are no longer able

>The growling of your stomach has finally stopped but something feels wrong

>Your crippled body has given out by this point and for the next ten minutes you lay still on your side

>Your stomach keeps trying to regurgitate the meal you just had but the thread still sticking out of your throat makes this impossible

>As the puddle of blood you are lying in slowly grows larger, you begin to shit yourself once again

>This time all that emerges from your anus is the other end of the spaghetti thread

>As time goes by you slowly shit out more of the thread

>Some of it has formed into tight knots but once your anal sphincter has gaped wide enough the rest just slides out uncontrollably

>At this point the nearby drunk has become bored decides to help you pass the thread through you a little faster

>He callously plants his boot on your skinned back and grabs the end of the thread

>He then begins to pull on the thread

>"Since you are prolly too brain damaged to figure this out I might as well tell you what you've been eating is a wire" the vagabond informs you as he gets a good grip on one of the knots

>Your insides burn and your anus begins to bleed as more and more keeps getting reeled out

>The end sticking out of your mouth begins to be forced down your throat as you try to utter an objection

>Your tormentors inebriated mind comes up with a cunning plan and he cuts the mouth end of the wire by stomping on your muzzle and cutting it between your teeth

>The impact shatters your weak fluffy teeth along with dislocating your jaw

>You feebly try and speak but all that comes out is a bloody gurgle as the roof of your mouth has pierced your tongue

>The pauper then ties the two ends of the wire together in an intricate knot to make a large loop

>He then begins to pull the loop in the reverse direction out of your mouth

>A steady stream of stomach acid and later fecal matter is dragged across your tongue as the sadistic human starts reeling more quickly

>You pray silently for this to all end

>You wish for your daddy to save you

>You close your eyes for what you think is your last time

>"Stop right there criminal scum" roars a new voice

>The vagrant drops his apparatus and steps away from you as you turn to see the new arrival

>Your daddy stands before you with his bike

>The happiness you feel is overwhelming

>You begin to drag yourself weakly towards your only friend in the world

>He looks down at you and cracks a smile

>"Holy shit, you're still alive" he exclaims

>"It looks like letting you die in the wild wasn't much better than torturing you to death anyway" he says as he picks you up by your broken tail

>You gurgle up more blood and shit as you try and speak to your daddy

>"I was done playing with that fucktard anyway" remarks the drunk before staggering back into his alleyway

>Your daddy looks down coldly st you and begins to explain himself

>"I was never coming back to get you Lilac, I was sick of you shitting everywhere and was tired of listening to your stupid babbling"

>You try to open your mouth but your lower jaw goes limp and you throw up more of the wire

>"I never wanted to see your god damned face again but now you come back even uglier than before" he remarks as he drops you to the ground by his wheel

>The impact breaks a couple of ribs that pierce your already ruined intestines

>Daddy grabs two sides of the loop of wire and begins to attach them to the chain of his bike

>The wire loop is now runs alongside the chain, a concept your owner tests be peddling a few times

>The wire is dragged out further in a spew of blood

>Daddy now places you inside the frame of the bike

>"Hold on now you little cunt, we are going for a ride" he sneers before beginning to peddle

>The pain is worse than ever as you use your remaining functional limbs to tightly grip the frame on which you were placed  

>Daddy takes you on a long ride and pretty soon you are caked onto the frame by your blood and torn chunks of your stomach

>After five minutes, your digestive track has been completely straightened into a line at the cost of   many organs

>As the blood loss starts to you and your tiny lungs fill with blood, you shut your eyes again

>Your last thoughts are of your daddy, your killer

>You realize he never intended to come back for you

>You see now that he hated you

>You realize you were never loved by anyone