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ANOTHER GODDAMN CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE THING

FLUFFY BREEDER MAN GUY PART XI:

CURRENT STATUS OF FLUFFIES:
ADULTS:
CHUMPO - Pink fluff, purple mane, earthy. Knocked up by HUMPO. Asleep.
HUMPO - Green fluff, blue mane, unicorn, but not a smarty to date. Has, to date, sired all foals. Asleep.
CHAPPY - Unrelated stud; Purple fluff, green mane, pegasus. To date, sired NO ONE. Asleep.

FOALS:
SLUTO - talkie baby 1; pure white fluff, blue mane, pegasus, female. Eaten a maggot.
NEON - talkie baby 2; neon green fluff, dark red mane, earthy, female.
ROUGE - talkie baby 3; black fluff, red mane, earthy, male, missing a leg. P
CUMDUMPSTER - talkie baby 4; red and blue fluff, white mane, alicorn, male, derped. Asleep.
UNNAMED UGLY GREEN FOAL: a derped dingy green unicorn, lighter green mane, male. In a failed attempt at un-derping, has his eyes dangling onto his cheeks by the optic nerves.

THE FLUFFPILE:
DUMPO - blue fluff, orange mane, earthy, female. Sewn to FLUMPO’s left side. Knocked up by CHAPPY. Asleep.
FLUMPO - red fluff, purple mane, unicorn, male; currently pillowed with his legs sewn to his back. Sewn to DUMPO’s left side. Stained and Bruised.


“SCREEEEEEEEE!”

Who was that? You think you see a grey blur out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look you don’t see anything.

In fact, you really DON’T see anything. Except a pile of vomit. CUMDUMPSTER’s vomit, in fact. Wasn’t CUMDUMPSTER still sleeping off his drunk? But you don’t see him there.

You glance around the safe room, you don’t see him anywhere.

“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!” You hear a soft thump.

You look in the direction of the scream and see that ROUGE has dropped dead. He has a scream of horror frozen on his face. Christ, it looks like he was scared to death.

It’s a weird day today.

“SCREEEEEEE!!!”

Christ, what NOW? You look over and see a bug crawling out of SLUTO’s stomach. That… can’t be good. You walk over and try pulling the bug out, but with it comes more of SLUTO’s organs. You decide to do the merciful thing and put her down. By stomping on her head.

Suddenly, you hear a bang and a crash in the living room. You run out and see… nothing. Strange. You look around to see if you can figure out what must have fallen. Crawling around, looking to see if you can determine the cause of the noise, you suddenly hear a chorus of screaming from the safe room.

You get up on your feet and run back in to the safe room. And you see NEON’s entire front half is gone. The ugly green foal is now just an eyeball.

And the fluffpile is catatonic. Well, FLUMPO is. DUMPO’s been asleep facing the wall, so she hasn’t seen anything. You roll the fluffpile over. DUMPO’s not asleep. She’s missing her face.

“SCREEEEEEEEE!”

DEAR GOD. You look over and you see HUMPO and CHAPPY mauled. Nothing looks to be eaten away. They’re just bleeding out from a number of cuts.

CHUMPO looks over at them and says “gwoss boo-boos” and goes back to staring at the wall.

You hear something happening in your living room again. Desperate to catch the criminal, you rush out there.

With all the horror of the day, you didn’t notice that it’d become night while you weren’t looking. Your lights are all off.

“HELLO? HELLO? WHO’S THERE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??”

The television snaps on. The soft hum of static fills the room. Gradually, a picture drifts into focus.

It’s…

a rat.

The rat starts chirping and squealing at you through the television.

It continues vocalizing and then ends with a strange series of plosives. If you didn’t know better you’d swear it was… laughing.

You start sniffing and it… smells like gas? But how? You don’t even have a gas oven!

You hear a couple of scratches and… then it’s the last thing you ever heard as your house combusted in a huge fireball.

CURRENT STATUS OF FLUFFIES:

They’re dead, Dave.

CURRENT STATUS OF YOU:

You’re dead, Dave.

CURRENT STATUS OF RAT:

THE VICTOR

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RevMe: AND i had a tense fail at the very end. GO ME!

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RandomMexican: wtf

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UltraKek: WHAT HAVE WE UNLEASHED

I was kind of hoping we would ally ourselves with the rat, but this works.

PRAISE BE TO THE RAT GOD. MAY IT HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS.
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Anonymous1: Are we sure you weren't just making meth in the basement, and all this wasn't some hallucination on your part?
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Anonymous2: It was all a dream.

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RevMe: When I started writing this, I'd planned one more scene where we disocvered the rat's motivation, but I decided that what I had in mind (some sort of rat reality TV show?) was stupid in the BAD way, and it was way better to leave the rat's motivations (and backstory like where he got a tv camera) unknown.

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Uncle_Yuri: NO! NEON!!!!! WHY!!!!
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Anonymous3: Will there be it's up to you story

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RevMe: @Anonymous: Nope, the story is over.

At least from me.

If anyone wants to write the continuing anti-Fluffy adventures of the Rat, go for it.
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gtv4me: Yet another successful fluffy breeding business
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Anonymous4: No I meant another story were you name a story and we build it up in the comments sorry if I got you confused

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RevMe: @Anonymous: Oh, I gotcha.

I don't know if I'll be doing another CYOA, at least not for a while. If I do, though, it won't be a breeder, though — too much downtime between things happening (even with the timeskip I did at part 5) AND too many fluffies to keep track of.

But I'm glad you liked it!
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Anonymous5: @RevMe: Is the rat a metaphor for all those poster that wanted your breeder to kill all the fluffies before he made any money?

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RevMe:

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RevMe: (but nah, that didn't bother me or anything. It IS fluffybooru after all. I had a feeling "you" weren't going to make any money off the thing. I had an idea for a much later one where you're finally able to sell fluffies and people see the fluff pile and are horrified, except for abusers who just ask you peel one off the pile and give it to them.)

I didn't have many long-term plans or anything for this though beyond vague ideas like that one. (perhaps this was the problem?) So I just went with what struck me as funny. And in this case, EVIL RAT struck me funny.
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