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- >There’s a small herd of feral fluffies in your backyard.
- >You don’t mind fluffies. They’re dumb, sure, but they’re cute. And easily scared.
- >You loathe smarty ponies with a passion, though. In your opinion, those arrogant little shits only exist to suffer.
- >You go out in the backyard, fully expecting a male unicorn to come at you with his cheeks puffed up telling you to go away “ow gif big ouchies”.
- “Nuuu! Meanie hooman munsta, go away! This fwuffy gwass now! Go away, ow gif big ouchies!”.
- >The smarty friend is a unicorn, yeah.
- >But a unicorn dam.
- >A deep red unicorn dam that looks like she’s going to give birth in a few hours. She’s bloated, her stubby legs wobble uselessly and she’s pushed by three stallions.
- “Smawty fwiend say this hewd pwace now! Need nummy gwassies fo’ bahbes!”.
- >God, she’s annoying.
- “Listen... I’m not gonna hurt you, but you can’t stay here. You’ll have to find another place to have your babies”.
- >You know it’s not gonna work, but whatever.
- >The dam wobbles hysterically.
- “Go away! Hewd gif big huwties!”.
- >The three stallion and a couple of mares try to buck your legs or poke you with their stubby horns. >You don’t even feel a thing.
- >Without saying a word, you come closer to the pregnant smarty friend, grab her and squeeze her belly.
- “Nuuuuuu! Wet smawty fwiend go! No huwt!”.
- >You ignore her and keep squeezing her. The rest of the herd just looks at you in awe.
- “Stop huwties meanie munsta! Smawty fwiend make big poopies!”.
- >Jackpot.
- >The dam expels four small foals on the grass. They start mewling immediately.
- “Whew bahbes? Wet down smawty fwiend, dum hooman! No cwy, bahbes, smawty fwiend gif hugsies and miwkies!”.
- >You put the now shrunken mare down, and she proceeds to lick the foals clean. The moment she tries to give them milk, however, you scoop them up quickly.
- “Hooman munsta, gif bahbes back! No huwt bahbes ow gif ouchies!”.
- “Shut up, you fucking fluff brain. I have no intention to hurt them”.
- >The smarty friends seems confused.
- “No… huwt bahbes?”.
- >The foals are mewling softly and hugging your fingers, trying to suckle them for milk.
- “Why should I? I want to take care of them, since they don’t have a mother”.
- >The mare is even more confused.
- “Bahbes haf mumma. Smawty fwiend bahbes mumma”.
- >You smile.
- “No, you’re not. You’re a smarty friend. A smarty friend is not a mumma, right?”.
- >You look at the other fluffies. They seem taken aback by your question.
- >One of the stallions that had pushed – a bright yellow pegasus - the dam finally says something.
- “Hooman munsta wight. Smawty fwiend is smawty fwiend. Mumma is mumma”.
- >You look at the mare.
- “See? You’re a smarty friend, so you can’t be these foals’ mother”
- >The mare’s eyes bulge. It looks like her brain is trying to explode.
- “Fwuffy mumma then! Gif bahbes ow hewd gif big owies!”.
- >You shrug.
- “If you’re a mumma then you’re not a smarty friend. This means your herd won’t listen to you anymore. As your friend said, a smarty friend is a smarty friend, a mumma is a mumma. Right?”.
- >The yellow pegasus nods.
- >The mare starts shaking with impotent rage.
- “Fwuffy mum… no, smawty f… mumm… smawt… mumma fwien… smawty mumm… DUM HOOMAN, GIF BAHBES BACK OW SMAWTY FWIEND GIF HUWTIES!”.
- >You smile again.
- “Sounds like you made your decision. Very well”.
- >You start going back to your house.
- “WHEW TAKE BAHBES! SMAWTY FWIEND WAN’ BAHBES BACK!”.
- >You enter in your house and slam the backyard door on the mare’s face with gusto.
- >While you clean the four babbling foals, put them in a blanket and start warming some milk, you can hear the smarty friend frantically pounding on your door with her useless hooves.
- “G-gif bahbes back!”
- >She’s clearly crying now.
- “S-smawty fwiend wan’ gif hugsies to bahbes! Wan’ wuv bahbes! P-pwease, gif bahbes back!”.
- >You ignore her and start feeding the foals. They squeal in delight while drinking their very first meal.
- >Outside, you can hear the voice of the yellow pegasus. He’s apparently talking to the stupid mare.
- “Fwuffy no mo’ smawty fwiend. Fwuffy dum fwiend. Fwuffy wet hooman take bahbes”.
- >You smirk.
- >Everything went better than expected.
- “I-if no smawty f-fwiend… Den fwuffy be mumma?”.
- >She sounds desperate and broken inside.
- >You almost feel pity for her.
- >Almost.
- >The stallion is clearly not impressed.
- “Hooman is mumma now. And fwuffy new smawty fwiend. No wan’ dum fwiend in hewd”.
- >You look outside the kitchen window: the herd is going away, leaving the sobbing mare behind.
- >That evening, after you put the foals to sleep in a blanket-filled basket near your bed, you go outside.
- >The mare is dead. She apparently drowned in her own tears.
- >You toss the corpse in your neighbour’s backyard.
- >His dog really deserves a treat.
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