Chapter Text
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the playground.
The swings swayed gently in the cool evening breeze, a soft rustle the only sound to break the silence.
"One, two, three, four..." Flippy counted,his eyes closed as the bear was turned against a tree trunk.
Flaky, Toothy and Petunia quickly ran to find a place to hide.
The air was filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.
Flippy was happily conting and didn't notice a woodpecker on a branch right behind him.
When the woodpecker hammered against the tree trunk, Flippy' eyes shot open and he began to breath raggaedly as the bear saw death, war and destruction, his mind transported back to the jungles of Vietnam.
In a flash he turned and threw his knife at the unsuspecting woodpecker killing it.
Then he went in search of his prey.
The first Fliqpy found was Toothy who was giggling behind a tree trunk.
Fliqpy appeared behind him taking his head and twisting it with a sickening crack.
Then he heard a noise and saw Petunia staring at him hyperventilating before she ran.
Or she tried to because as soon as she put her left foot on a pile of leaves behind her she fell down a trap hole he had dug a few days prior.
Fliqpy smirked as he watched the sking getting impaled on the wooden stakes on the floor of the hole.
" Hehehe... and the skunk bitch is dead," he whispered to himself " now I only have to find the porcupine bitch...
I want to have a little fun with her befor i kill her!
Hehehe" he then searched for his last victim.
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The adrenaline coursed through Flaky's veins as she saw everything Flippy had done to her friends, before running to hide.
Her heart pounded against her chest, the thumping echoing in her ears like the beating of a drum.
She had hidden herself in the hollow of an old oak tree, surrounded by the prickly comfort of her own quills, which stood on end in a natural defense mechanism.
Flaky could hear Fliqpy's twisted laughter growing closer, his heavy footsteps crunching through the underbrush like a predator stalking its prey.
Her eyes darted around the cramped space, desperately searching for an escape, but all she could find was the musty scent of decay and the feel of rough bark against her fur.
"Where are you, my little pincushion?" Fliqpy taunted, his gruff voice carrying through the forest. "You can't hide from me forever."
Flaky's breath hitched as she tried to stay as still as possible, her quills trembling with fear.
She could feel the cold sweat on her forehead, trickling down her snout.
Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest at any moment.
Fliqpy's footsteps grew closer, and she heard the rustle of leaves as he approached the oak tree she was hiding in.
Her mind raced with the horrors she had just witnessed. She had to find a way to get out of this, to save herself.
Flaky's eyes widened with terror as Fliqpy's shadow loomed over the entrance to her hiding spot.
She could almost feel his hot breath on her neck.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
Using the last of her strength, she pushed herself deeper into the hollow, her quills scraping against the wood.
The darkness enveloped her, but she knew she had to make a move.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Fliqpy's voice grew louder, his breathing ragged with excitement.
Flaky's thoughts raced as she tried to formulate a plan.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she noticed a small knothole at the back of the hollow.
It was tight, but she thought she might be able to squeeze through.
With trembling paws, she began to wriggle backward, the sound of Fliqpy's approach growing ever closer.
The knothole was a pinprick of hope in the abyss, and she pushed with all her might, her quills bending and snapping as she forced her way through.
The pain was intense, but fear was a powerful motivator.
The knothole was tight, too tight, and she felt her body stretch to the point of breaking.
She gritted her teeth, ignoring the tears that welled in her eyes, and pushed harder.
With a final surge, she broke free, her body popping out the other side like a cork from a champagne bottle.
Flaky landed in a heap on the cold, hard ground.
Her quills were disheveled and a few were missing, but she was alive. She took a deep breath, tasting the metallic scent of fear in the air.
The rustling outside the tree grew louder, and she knew she had only seconds before Fliqpy found her.
Panic set in, and she scurried into the underbrush, her paws moving as fast as they could manage.
The moon was high now, casting eerie shadows through the forest.
Flaky's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Fliqpy's roar of anger followed by the sound of the tree being uprooted.
"You think you can escape me?" he shouted, the rage in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Flaky didn't dare to look back, her eyes fixed on the uneven ground ahead as she dashed through the forest, the moonlight playing tricks on her vision.
Branches slapped against her face and thorns snagged her fur, but she ignored the pain, driven by the instinct to survive.
The sound of Fliqpy's pursuit grew fainter, but she didn't let herself believe she was safe.
She knew all too well the cunning and speed of the monster that had once been their friend.
Her lungs burned with the effort of her sprint, but she couldn't slow down, not yet.
The forest was a blur of shadows and moonlight as Flaky zigzagged through the trees, her eyes darting in every direction.
The crunch of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath her paws were the only sounds she allowed herself to focus on, pushing aside the screams of her friends that echoed in her mind.
Fliqpy's taunts grew distant, and hope began to flicker within her like a candle flame.
But she knew better than to let it grow too strong.
She had seen the crazed look in his golden eyes, the twisted grin that promised nothing but pain and death.
The forest floor grew rocky and uneven, forcing Flaky to slow her pace.
She stumbled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she didn't dare stop.
Every step was a battle against the pain and the fear that threatened to paralyze her.
Then pain shot through her ankle and she turned seeing a bear trap had snapped shut on her.
Flaky let out a scream of pain and terror as she looked down at the steel jaws clamped around her ankle, her leg trapped in a vice-like grip.
She could see the glint of Fliqpy's eyes through the underbrush, his twisted smile growing wider as he approached.
"Looks like I found you, my little pincushion," Fliqpy sneered, his voice thick with malice. "You can't run from me forever."
Flaky's eyes widened with horror as he emerged from the shadows, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Her body trembled with fear and pain, the steel trap biting into her flesh.
She tried to pull away, but the metal held fast, digging deeper with every move she made.
Fliqpy stepped closer, the ground shaking beneath his massive paws.
His breath was hot and foul, a mix of rotten meat and the stench of blood.
He towered over her, his grin widening to reveal his sharp, triangular teeth.
"Now, now, no need to be scared," he said, his voice a sinister purr. "We're just going to have a little fun, you and me."
Flaky's eyes searched desperately for a way out, but she knew there was none.
Fliqpy had her cornered, his massive form blocking any escape.
She could see the sadistic glee in his golden eyes as he reached down with one clawed paw, the other holding a wicked-looking knife.
With a swift move, Fliqpy grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, yanking her up and forcing her to look at him.
"You know what I've got planned for you, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath fanning over her face.
"You're going to scream so sweetly, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
Flaky's eyes were wild with terror, but she found a shred of defiance deep within.
She spat in his face, the saliva landing on his snout.
The move was reckless, but she had nothing to lose.
Fliqpy's grin turned into a snarl, and he tightened his grip on her neck, lifting her off the ground.
"You're going to pay for that," he growled, shaking her violently.
Flaky's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her paws clawing at his fur in a desperate attempt to free herself.
But Fliqpy was too strong, his grip unyielding.
With a snarl of his own, he tossed her aside, sending her rolling into a bush.
He advanced on her, the knife glinting in the moonlight. "You're going to be so much fun," he said, licking his lips. "I've missed this feeling."
Flaky's eyes darted around, searching for anything she could use to defend herself.
Her paws brushed against something cold and hard, and she realized she had landed near a discarded metal pipe. Summoning the last of her strength, she reached out .
But Fliqpy had expected that and took the pipe out of her paws, "That's not going to save you," He chuckled, tossing it away.
Then he knocked Flaky uncoscious with a swift punch to the head.
Flaky's world went black, the sound of Fliqpy's crazed laughter ringing in her ears.
When she came to, she was on her back, her ankle still trapped in the bear trap, the metal digging deeper into her flesh.
Fliqpy was straddling her, his heavy weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She felt his clawed hands fumbling at her clothes, ripping them away to reveal her soft, vulnerable body.
Her eyes filled with tears as she saw the madness in his golden eyes, his mouth twisted into a sadistic grin.
He leaned down, his hot breath against her cheek as he whispered, "You're going to love this, I promise."
With a grunt, Fliqpy pinned her down, the weight of his massive body making it impossible for her to move.
She felt his claws dig into her soft fur as he ripped away her clothes, exposing her trembling form to the cold night air.
Flaky's body was a canvas of fear and pain, each touch from his claws leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"You're going to suck me like you've never sucked anything before," he leered, pulling out his engorged member.
It was thick and covered in a sheen of excitement, and the sight of it made Flaky's stomach turn.
He forced her head towards his crotch, but she clamped her mouth shut, her teeth grinding together.
Flaky's eyes were wet with fear and desperation as she stared up at the monster that had once been her friend.
Fliqpy's smile twisted into a snarl.
"Open up," he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
He placed the tip of his knife against her throat, the cold metal sending a chill down her spine.
"You don't want to make this messier than it has to be, do you?"
Tears streamed down Flaky's face, but she remained defiant, refusing to comply.
Fliqpy's frustration grew, and he squeezed her throat with his other hand, cutting off her air.
Her eyes bulged as she choked, and she felt the world spin around her.
The pressure grew unbearable, and with a gasp, she opened her mouth, his cock pushing past her teeth.
He chuckled, his grip on her neck tightening as he began to pump his hips.
She could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, and she gagged, her throat burning as he forced himself deeper.
Flaky's eyes watered, her mind racing for any way to escape this horror.
As she felt the knife pressing against her throat, she realized the grim fate that awaited her.
With a vicious snarl, Fliqpy plunged his cock down her throat, choking her as he began to fuck her mouth like it was a warm, wet pussy.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gagged, the taste of his filth filling her mouth.
She could feel his excitement growing, his movements becoming more erratic.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and pain, but Flaky knew she had to survive.
With every ounce of strength she could muster, she reached up and grabbed Fliqpy's wrist, trying to push the knife away.
He responded by slamming her head into the ground, the impact making stars dance before her eyes.
He laughed, the sound echoing through the trees like the cackle of a madman.
"You think you can fight me?" he spat. "You're just a helpless little slut, aren't you?"
Flaky felt the bile rise in her throat as she tasted the blood from where she had bitten her tongue.
Her eyes searched for the pipe, the only hope she had of escaping this nightmare.
But Fliqpy stabbed her shoulder with the knife, pinning her down.
"You're going to take my cock" he sneered, the blade digging into her flesh.
Flaky screamed and felt her strenght diminish as blood leaked from the wound.
She was completely powerless and soon realized she couldn't fight anymore.
Fliqpy's weight shifted and she felt his cock leave her mouth with a pop.
He was panting heavily, his eyes wild with desire.
"Now, for the main course," he growled, moving down her body.
Flaky's eyes went wide with horror as she felt his cock brush against her pussy, which was already wet from fear and pain.
With a sadistic chuckle, he pushed himself inside her, tearing through her hymen with one brutal thrust.
The pain was unbearable, and she screamed out, her voice echoing through the forest.
He began to pound into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of agony through her small body.
She could feel his claws digging into her thighs, leaving deep gashes in her flesh.
Her eyes searched for the pipe, but it was just out of reach, a cruel reminder of her futile attempt at escape.
Flaky's body trembled as Fliqpy's rhythm grew faster, his grunts and snarls filling the air.
Her thoughts grew fuzzy with pain, and she felt her consciousness slipping away.
But Fliqpy had other plans.
He grabbed a handful of her quills and yanked them out, using them to bind her wrists to the ground above her head.
Tears were now running down Flaky's cheeks, mixing with the blood from her shoulder wound.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in close, whispering, "You're so good at taking it, you little whore."
The pain was unbearable, each thrust feeling like a knife tearing through her insides.
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her ear as he whispered more degrading things, his words like acid on her soul.
Flaky now had abandoned any thoughts of rebelling and lay there, accepting her fate, her eyes glazed over with pain and fear.
Fliqpy's paws wrapped around her throat, squeezing tightly as he thrust into her with increasing ferocity.
Flaky's eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel the darkness closing in.
Then Fliqpy let her throat go and she breathed in a gulp of fresh air, only for him to cover her mouth with his, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting of blood and sweat.
Flaky felt the bile rise in her throat, but she had no strength to push him away.
He broke the kiss, his teeth flashing in the moonlight, "You're going to come for me," he growled, his voice low and demanding.
"You're going to love every second of this."
With a sadistic grin, Fliqpy reached up and grabbed her quills, twisting them cruelly.
Flaky's body arched in pain, a silent scream escaping her lips.
He then reached down and began to rub her clit with his claws, the roughness sending shocks of pleasure through her body despite the horror of the situation.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt herself begin to respond to his touch.
She didn't want to, but her body was betraying her.
Flaky could feel the pressure building within her, and she knew she was going to climax.
Her body tensed as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around Fliqpy's cock.
He roared in pleasure, his grip on her tightening.
Flaky's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: fear, pain, and a twisted form of pleasure that made her feel dirty and ashamed.
Fliqpy's eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched her body shake beneath him. "That's it," he whispered.
"You're going to love being my little fuck toy."
He then began to pound her pussy even harder and the pleasure began to rise again in her.
The sounds of their frenzied coupling filled the clearing, the slap of skin on skin and Flaky's muffled cries of pain mixed with unwanted pleasure.
Flaky felt a part of her die with each thrust, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to the painful stimulation.
Her eyes searched the night sky, looking for anything to focus on, to take her mind off the horror that was happening to her.
Fliqpy's strokes grew faster, his grunts more animalistic as he approached climax.
"You're going to take all of me," he snarled, his grip on her tightening.
Flaky felt her body tense again, another orgasm ripped from her against her will.
He roared in victory, and she felt the warmth of his cum fill her up, his cock pulsing inside her.
With a final, brutal thrust, Fliqpy released himself inside her, his seed mixing with her blood and the tears that still stained her fur.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices and blood, and Flaky felt a mix of pain and relief as he finally lifted his weight from her.
But then he smirked taking the knife and ripped it from her shoulder " well this was a great fuck but now is time to die, bitch!"
He growled nd with a swift movement he plunged the knife into her stomach.
Flaky's scream was muffled by the hand over her mouth, but her eyes widened in agony as she felt the warmth of her own blood gushing out, soaking the earth beneath her.
Her consciousnes slipped away and as the world turned dark the last thing she saw was Fliqpy's face as he cackled maniacally, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
And then everything went black