>walking home from your job at the fluffy breeding center
>it's a tough job, not because of the work, but because of the fluffies
>the crying becomes unbearable
>some find the only way to deal with the annoying little shits is to become callous and cruel to them
>beating them when they are disagreeable, cutting off their legs if they misbehave, the kind of stuff that makes you sick to your stomach
>when you started working there you vowed to yourself you wouldn't be like them
>you were so naive back then
>you didn't realize its the only way to maintain your sanity working in a place like this
>everyday you see more and more travesties carried out against the poor wretched creatures and yet, you feel empty inside
>no pity, no mercy, just empty
>contemplate if this is what serial killers feel like
>oh well, pay is good, and that's what matters
>arrive home and start to fix dinner
>that's when you first heard it
>a little "oopsies" from the living room
>you know the voice all too well
>doesn't even surprise you to find a little slime green fluffy in your living room
>must have crawled into your bag at work or something
>it looks as if it's already shat on your rug
>you're not mad, why would you be, it's a fluffy pony, it's what they do
>"sowwy ne daddy..." it says sadly, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, eyes that once might have elicited a daw from you, now cause nothing
>you grab the wriggling creature as it tries to get out of your grasp
>open the window
>toss him out
>don't even bother to check if it survived, doesn't matter
>go back to your dinner preparations
>prepare a nice lasagna for yourself, nothing to fancy but not bad
>as you cut yourself a slice, the doorbell rings
>go to check and find a package for you
>check what it is later, put it by the door for now
>as you walk back to the table, you are surprised by what you find
>its another slime green fluffy pony
>couldn't be the same one, must just be another from the center
>seems to have brought a friend as well, as their are now two fluffy ponies noming away at your meal
>you sigh as the fluffies look at you shouting "new daddy make us sketties!" triumphantly
>cut a small chunk out of the lasagna and lure the fluffies to the window with it
>fluffies instinctively waddle after you for the hope of more sketties
>set it on the windowsill and lift them up so they can get to it
>just as they are about to dig in, you push it over the side
>they yell "sketties!" and dive after it, not even stopping to think about their own safety
>dumb creatures
>go back to your partially eaten dinner and finally eat
>with dinner done you attend to the package
>as you recall you ordered a new speakers for your computer, must be those
>you open the box to be greeted not by speakers, but by an all to familiar sight
>"Hewwo daddy!"
>the slime green fluffy looks up at you from inside the box, hooves extended in preparation for a hug
>it must be a fourth fluffy from the center, damn things must have come in bulk
>grab the stupid puff ball out of the box, only for a veritable wave of fluffies to burst forth from within
>some joker at the center must have packed them in there as a gag
>probably Steve
>shake the box expecting a few dead fluffies to fall out, but strangely, all the fluffies that came out still live
>search around to see how many pests you have to deal with now
>after a quick estimation you find 15 fluffy ponies waltzing about your house, hugging, eating, shitting, generally being aggravating
>enough is enough
>take a trash bag and start gathering fluffies, popping them in by the handful
>"where we going?" "fwuffy wike wide" "new daddy, it dawk in hewe!" "poopies" "no poopie on me!"
>pick up the green one last
>"see you water daddy!"
>what did it just say?
>stupid fluffies
>shove it in the garbage bag
>decide not to take any chances this time
>smack it against the ground a few times as you hear the sickening crunch of bone and feeble cries for "hewp" echo through your apartment
>as the last cry sounds, you take the garbage and bring it outside to your local dumpster
>it's over now
>walk back up the stairs to your apartment
>hear a rambunctious noise in your apartment, probably Steve and your co-workers ready to get you with a video camera or something
>walk in to see a full herd of fluffy ponies waltzing about your apartment like they own the place
>a little slime green once walks right up to you
>"towd you daddy!"
>you can't handle this anymore
>rush over to your phone and look up the name of a good exterminator in the yellow pages
>get on the phone ready to ask for the biggest batch of pony pesticide they got when the line goes dead
>look over to see one of the fluffies has chewed the line
>your vision turns red
>you don't quite know what happens next
>all you remember is the smashing of fluffy bodies, the grinding of fluffy bones, and the cries of vermin as you cut a swath of destruction through the creatures
>as you wake up, you see the blood everywhere, the tiny green slime fluffy writhing in your grip as your squeeze it dead
>you watch it die just to make sure this is the end
>you hear the doorbell ring
>your blood runs cold
>you know what will be behind it
>you know its impossible but you know it will be there
>the slime green fluffy currently dead in your hands will look at you and cry for "hugs" or "sketties" and it won't be alone
>you don't know why and you don't know how but you know it will be there
>as you resolve to not answer the continually ringing doorbell the door begins to pound
>they're coming
>you drop to your knees in anguish and cry to the heavens but it does no good
>the door gives way and a deluge of fluffies rush in, flooding the apartment full
>you are lost in a sea of fluffies
THEY WHO SOUGHT SALVATION RECEIVED ONLY DEATH
>they speak in unison as you reach for help
THEY WISHED TO BE FREE OF THIS WALKING NIGHTMARE AND SO THEY EMBRACED ME
>can't keep your head afloat, the fluff is smothering you to death
THEY CAME INTO ME AND I TOLD THEM BREATHE IN! BREATHE IN! BREATHE IN!
>the last thing you see as your world goes dark is the slime green fluffy
BREATHE IN!
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>"You hear what happen to Mitch?"
>"The new guy?"
>"Yeah, bastard killed himself. They found him in the river tied to a rock."
>"Sure it was suicide?"
>"Yeah, he left a note and everything. Called the police and cried about how he couldn't take it anymore."
>"Guess the stress got to him."
>"Whatever dude. If you don't like your job just quit! It ain't rocket science."
>"You are one cold son of a bitch Steve."
>"Hey I'm just trying to be realistic. Now cmon, these stupid fluffies ain't gonna breed themselves."
>"Technically they will."
>"You know what I mean. Now go get that new fluffy we got in today, the little green one."
>"Fwuffy wuv new daddy!"
>"Stupid little fuzz ball." Steve responded to the fluffy outburst "And don't forget to take their water dishes away once they're done. We don't want any of them drowning themselves."