On The Rocks, Part 6

Part 6

>You ... have Special Friends? Wed and Bwun are your Special Friends? Nobody said this happen to No-Name!
>Look around at the other Stallions, but they are all trotting off to their own Mares and Fluffy Mummas.
>No-Lips is giving you a strange look, then shuffles up to you.
>”No-Name not wike Mares?” He whispers. “No-Name wike Stallions?”
>”N-no! No-Name wike Mares a lot, but No-Name ..... No-Name is looking after Little Foal. Friends with Clover and her Foals.” You stammer, rocking back and forth on your hooves.
>”Mares not mind. No-Name is gentle. No-Name is Good Fluffy.” No-Lips says, then laughs. “Clover is Funny Fluffy. No-Name have much head-owies.”
>”Go sweepies!” Wed yells at you from the Papers, lying down next to Bwun, waving her front hooves at you. “Sweepies with Special Friend!”
>That got your attention. Been so long since Special Hugs. Look at No-Lips and give an awkward grin.
>”Mares weally not mind?” You ask, shuffling away.
>No-Lips gives a bark of laughter, then trots away to Old Fluffy Corner.
>Special Hugs! You had some with Peach, but she’s a Meany Fluffy. After what she said to Little Foal, you don’t want to give her any Hugs at all now.
>The Papers is almost full, with all the Fluffy Mummas and new Mares, but still room enough for you and a few more Fluffies.
>Go to give Hugs to Wed, but Clover is there too. She has her legs held out too.
>”Clover Best Special Friend.” She insists, grabbing you and dragging you away from Wed. “No-Name good Daddy to Clover’s Foals!”
>”No-Name has Foals with Clover?” Wed asks, a perculiar glint in her eyes.
>”Not ... No-Name’s Foals, but he Good Fluffy Daddy!” Clover admits.
>You have no idea what’s going on! Why are they hugging you back and forth like this! This is not Special Hugs!
>”Wed have Foals wit’ No-name then!” Wed says triumphantly, snatching you back off Clover and hugging you tightly. She’s trying to roll over and pull you on top of her, but Clover has a mouthful of your Fluff and is trying to drag you back.
>”Owies! No-Name needs Fluff!” You complain. Clover lets go to apologise, and you roll right on top of Wed, who starts to giggle and wriggle under you.
>All through the Papers, similar scenes are playing out. The Stallions that returned are getting pawed and nuzzled by the New Mares and the Herd Mares.
>Honey is hugging a Fluffy Mumma, and Wittles is trying to mount two Mares at once. Stumbles is already having Special Hugs with a Mare, while another one sits impatiently at his head and complains that she wants Special Hugs too.
>Clover has scooted over to you and Wed and is saying she loves you, don’t leave her.
>”No-Name wike Clover!” You manage to get out before gasping as Wed wiggles underneath you again, bumping your naughty place against hers. “T-this no Special Hugs!”
>”Pink t’ing! Pink t’ing!” Wed is singing to herself as she wiggles underneath you. You can feel something smooth and warm pressing against you, and your naughty place is getting very warm ...
>”Clover wuv No-Name!” Clover whispers, her face contorted with sadness. “Clover wan No-Name! No-Name Nice Fluffy! No give Clover Owies, wuv Clover’s baybehs!”
>”No-Name ... wike Clover!” You grunt as Wed’s wiggling gets more intense, making your naughty place feel very funny. “But Clover get big Owies from Zodd. No Special hugs, Clover have more Owies.”
>”No, is good, no more owies, see?” She turns around and lifts her tail, presenting the evidence right in your face.
>Something snaps inside you. With the young Mare underneath you, and the desperate Fluffy Mumma pressing herself into your face, you go wild.
>Pulling away from Wed, heedless to her complaints, you turn and mount Clover, connecting with a low groan. Clover gives a startled ‘meep’, but starts to mewl and rock beneath you.
>”Why No-Name hug Fluffy? Wed wan Special Hugs!” Wed whines, butting your rapidly pumping rear, but you’re lost in a fog of lust and hormones.
>”C-clover wuv No-Na-a-ame!” Clover grunts beneath you, gasping and panting as you move desperately back and forth behind her, your front legs desperately grabbing her hips.
>It’s over all too soon. Clover mewls happily, and you let go, dropping onto your backside and gasping for breath, watching with a sense of satisfaction as Clover rolls up into a ball to lick her Naughty Place clean.
>”Good work, No-Name wuvs us!” She says to the Naughty Place happily.
>You’re trying to collect your breath, when you feel a sharp tug, and you fall onto your back with a muffled “Wah?!”
>It’s Wed! She must have yanked on your Fluff, and is staring at your Naughty Place with a very intense look on her face.
>”Why give Special Hugs to other Fluffy!” She asks, nuzzling your tummy and sniffing your Naughty Place. “Wed your Special Friend! Wed young Mare, make good Foals.”
>Then she turns and gives a nasty look to Clover, who has turned to nuzzle her Foals, and Little Foal, who have all wandered over, whimpering that they’re hungry, and the other Fluffies are making too much noise.
>”Old Fluffy have Foals. Special Hugs no good wit’ her. Only Wed, have Foals wit’ Wed!” She insists, nuzzling your Naughty Place and making the blood pound in your ears again.
>You can’t agree. Special Hugs with Clover felt ... like nothing else. Peach was your first real experience with Special Hugs. Special Hugs with Clover made you feel warm in the heart too.
>Then Wed climbs on top of you, and you can’t think of anything at all.


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>Your face hurts. No-Lips is old, but he mean. Bucked you right in the head, but it’s not your fault! Told Stupid Fluffy Mummas to be quiet, but they won’t stop complaining!
>”Is dark! Is scawy!” One had complained loud enough to make echoes.
>”Wan go back! Wan Special Friend!” The other had shouted when Sissy had tripped, and the Fluffy Mumma had rolled forwards on her own and nearly fallen into the dirty water.
>”Quiet!” You told them “No noise, or Rat Munstas find us!”
>That only set all three to wailing louder, and Sissy had tried to force him to take them back.
>But if they went back, they would have seen the ruined Fluffy Markers.
>You know the way around the Underground. You are Blue-Horn, Smarty Friend, after all, but they also Unicorns, they also be able to figure it out, and they tell No-Lips and Herd, and then you get Biggest Owies!
>Was only a little Rat. You had run back to ‘Check for Friends’, but in truth to knock over the Fluffy Marker in hopes of the other Stallions getting lost.
>If you were the only one to come back, you’d be the only Stallion who went on the Raid to come back with Mares. You would have proven once and for all that Unicorns alone should be Smarty Friends.
>But no. Stupid Fluffy Mummas kept on squealing and whining, and dirty Rat Munsta had leapt out of the dirty water and bitten one on the ear before Sissy had startled the Munsta with a stream of sparks from her horn.
>Couldn’t tell No-Lips you were knocking over the Fluffy Markers. He would have demanded the Herd push you into the Bad Fluffy Pit and be fed to the Dragon on the spot!
>Now those Stupid Fluffies were sleeping in the Papers, hugging each other and the other Mares, and you can see stupid Earth Fluffy No-Name with two Mares fighting over him.
>You were the only Fluffy to come back with three Mares. You were the first back as well. And two of the Mares were already Fluffy Mummas, so they’d have foals sooner.
>But No-Lips made a big fuss over one little owie, and then a bigger fuss over the other Stallions. Made you sleep outside of the Papers, and wouldn’t let you take your Mares with you so you could stay warm.
>Why No-Lips not die? You ask yourself, shivering from the cold as you hear the low murmur of ‘eenf!’ from the stallions and the happy babbling of the mares. If No-Lips die, Blue-Horn could be Smarty Friend. Blue-Horn is Smarty Friend, could lead Herd, could make Herd strong.
>You’ve waited and waited, but No-Lips just won’t lay down and die like an Old Fluffy should. He’s too smart for the Munstas to catch, and still too strong and mean to fight....
>But maybe he’s not too fast to outrun ....
>Closing your eyes, you dream of ways to take your rightful place as the Smarty Friend of the Herd.


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>It still dark when No-Lips come and start kicking Fluffies awake. You’re sandwiched between Wed and Clover, and both have their hooves over your chest and tummy, hugging you tightly. Clover keeps mumbling ‘No-Name’ in her sleep.
>Bwun is asleep at your head, Clover’s Foals and Little Foal deep asleep and buried into her Fluff so only their hooves are poking out.
>It makes you smile. You miss being so small that your Fluffy Mumma could do that. Miss being wrapped in Fluff, and that sense of complete love and trust that made everything alright.
>”All Fluffies, up! Time for Nummies!” No-Lips barks, bumping Mares with his nose and kicking Stallions who don’t get up quick enough. “Must get up! Nummies before Sun gets up!”
>There’s a lot of complaining. A lot of Special Hugs last night, but a lot more tummies are empty and making owies.
>Foals are nuzzled awake and given a chance to feed, then hustled over to the entrance of Haven and told to make Poopies. They cry, because it’s cold and dark, but eventually they do as they’re told.
>”Fluffy Markers broken!” No-Lips yells to the Herd as they assemble behind the barrier of old Poop, Old Paper and Mushrooms. “Blue-Horn show he Good Fluffy, and fix Fluffy Markers. Drips, Stumbles, you go too. Eat Nummies at Under-Lake, then go back to Haven and guard.”
>Blue-Horn looks unhappy but nods. Drips and Stumbles whine, but a harsh glare from No-Lips makes them be quiet.
>”Herd has new Mares! New Fluffy Mummas! All Herd hewp, show way to Park!” No-Lips commands as the Herd starts to get ready for the daily trip to the Park.
>The smallest Foals are put onto the backs of their mothers, and the Fluffy Mummas who haven’t given birth yet are rolled into the middle of the Herd with them, and the whole group starts to move out.
>”Cold! Wan sweepies!” Wed yawns, shuffling along at your side. Clover is just behind you, her two foals asleep on her back, half-buried in her Fluff, and Little Foal is trotting along at her side, excited for some reason.
>”Get nummies now, Two-Legged Munstas have sweepies when Sun not up.” You explain as the Herd starts to pick up speed, the Fluffy Mummas rolling faster and faster as their momentum picks up.
>Thankfully, the Fluffy Markers here are undamaged, a fact that No-Lips seems to find comforting, as he stops and sniffs, then marks, each Fluffy Marker before rejoining the Herd.
>Soon, the air in the Underground not smell so bad, smell of trees and grass and clean water. It’s also getting slightly brighter.
>”Park soon, park soon.” You hear some of the other Fluffies chanting as they run, and soon every Fluffy is saying those words as they run, pushing the Fluffy Mummas around the corners so they don’t roll into the Dirty Water, until finally ....
>It’s a Tunnel to the Overground, a different tunnel than the one the Herd used the day before.
>Another one of No-Lip’s rule. Never use the same tunnel twice. Two-Leg Munstas set traps if Fluffies are lazy.
>No-Lips starts telling Stallions to go out and check for Munstas. You get called, and start to go when Wed starts crying and pulling on your fluff.
>”Nuuu! No wan’ Special Friend go!” She squeals around a mouthful of your fluff, digging in her hooves so you’ll have to rip the fluff out to get away.
>”No-Name! Hurry!” No-Lips shouts, obviously unhappy. “Mares must eat, Fluffy Mummas must eat!”
>”Coming! Wed, pwease wet go!” You shout, then turn and ask Wed as nicely as you can.
>”Stupid Fluffy!” One of the other Mares grunts, and bites Wed’s ear, making the younger Mare whimper and let go. “Stallions go first, look for Munstas.”
>You run up to the front as quickly as you can. No-Lips is giving you an unhappy look.
>”Not No-Name fault! Wed not wet go of No-Name’s fluff!” You explain.
>”No-Lips talk to Wed. No go!” He commands, giving you a not-so-gentle push.
>Other stallions are sniffing the alleyway the Tunnel to the Overground leads to.
>Smells bad. Smells like Rat Munstas, but smell is old, some days ago. Smells of Two-Leg Munsta food and water and mushrooms.
>You peer under the big metal boxes Two-Legs store their food in, and see plenty of dirty water and dirty paper, but no Rat Munstas.
>”No Munstas here!” You hear Wittles say loudly, and the call goes back amongst the Stallions and is repeated down the Tunnel to the Herd.
>No-Lips leads the Herd up and out, and the Stallions stay at the front of the Herd with him.
>Tunnel not lead directly to the Park like last one. Big ugly things everywhere, Noisy Things, Shiny Things, Cold Things. Two-Leg Munstas leave lots of Things lying around.
>”Where Park?” “Nummies?” “Waaah, coldsies!” The Mares being to whine, looking around nervously.
>”Park there.” No-Lips declares loudly, pointing a hoof between two of the same big ugly things on the other side of the road. Between the two run-down buildings, there is an old fence with a hole big enough for two fluffies to squeeze through together, and beyond that.
>The Park. Grass. Nummies.
>But it’s not that simple.
>Sometimes, Metal Munstas on the road. Have bright eyes that can stun Fluffies, big nasty black hooves that hurt Fluffies, make lots of owies-wawa come out of Fluffies. No-Lips, Honey and Wittles have to head-butt some of the over-eager Mares back into the Herd when they start to rush over to the Raod.
>Feeling bad that you made the Herd wait, you step forwards and move several meters up the road to watch for the Munstas, earning a happy grunt from No-Lips.
>”See! Good Fluffies wait for Herd to make safe!” No-Lips is saying as the other Stallions follow your lead and position themselves to watch the Road. “Good Fluffies know wat do, not need No-Lips to say.”
>Thankfully, today doesn’t seem to be bad. No Munstas on the Road.
>Like a packet of cotton wool balls scattered across the floor, the Herd shambles across the road, apologising to the Fluffy Mummas as their soft bodies are rolled across the hard, sometimes pointy Road before being bumped up and over the curb.
>You’re the last one across when you hear the dreaded noise.
>”Munsta!” No-Lips hisses. “Lie on Mares, on Foals! Keep safe!”
>The Stallions leap to obey, throwing themselves on top of more vulnerable Mares, Fluffy Mummas and Foals as the Munsta comes past.
>Has it’s glowing eyes on the Road, looking for Fluffies to give Owies to. Must have seen Fluffies, because something came flying at the Herd, bouncing off Wumm-Wumm and making the Unicorn yelp with pain.
>But it keeps going. Sometimes Road Munstas stop, and Two-Leg Munstas get out, try to catch Herd.
>You don’t understand how Two-Legs can be inside other Munstas, but apparently it’s the truth.
>The Herd has bottle-necked at the fence, several Fluffies arguing over who should go first. All are claiming to have the biggest Tummy-Owies, and that they should be first.
>No-Lips forces his way through the Herd and starts kicking Fluffies aside, yelling at them to stop being Silly Fluffies. He yells that Fluffies must line up, two at a time, to get through the hole.
>Grumbling, the Herd tries to comply, but some Fluffies try to stay between other Fluffies to stay warm, so sometimes it’s three trying to squish through, but the pressure of the Herd forces them through, although with a lot of complaints.
>Fluffy Mummas have to be rolled through on their own. You wave to Bwun as she goes rolling through, and smile as you hear her shout “Gwass! See Gwass! Cowd Gwass!”
>Clover and Wed pass through, glaring at each other, with Little Foal trotting at at Clover’s heels. Clover has to duck down to get through without scraping her Foals off, and Wed gives her a little bump with her hip before running off onto the Grass.
>You don’t understand why they don’t like each other. No-Lips say Mares not mind Special Friends ...
>Finally, after several fights and then make-up Huggings, the Herd squeezes through, and the grazing can begin.
>Not for the Stallions yet. Lost Zodd, lost Snook and Waggs, lost Bewwy and Spots. Need new Scouts. Check in bushes, under benches, behind trees.
>Is going to be Good Day! No Munstas! You sniff around the bases of the Trees, looking for Fluffy Scents, but there’s too much dirt and Squirrel fluff to tell.
>You’re about to turn back and see if you can make Clover and Wed get along when you spot it under a half-dead bush.
>Hamburgher!
>Mouth watering, you advance on it, sniffing cautiously. Smells alright, not smell bad like most Two-Leg Munta food.
>Small bite not bad, right?
>Tastes sooooo good!
>Take back, share with Herd! No-Lips be happy, maybe give No-name proper name?
>Grabbing the Hamburger, you slowly start to drag it away to where the Herd was when you first left to scout, but now, something’s wrong.
>There’s another Fluffy Herd creeping out from the trees around the Lake in the middle of the Park, too far away for you to make out anything more than a tightly clumped pack of brightly coloured fluff ambling around just outside of the tree-line.
>They don’t seem to be aggressive, but No-Lips is standing on the edge of his Herd, facing the new Herd, his Fluff standing on end.
>Stallions are looking at each other, worried. Will Mares stay if other Herd tries to Raid?
>Mares are not paying attention, too busy eating grass and feeding foals. Fluffy Mummas too busy as well.
>By the time it takes you to drag your prize back to the Herd, the Other Herd has stopped their wandering and spread out, grazing as well. A couple of Fluffies are standing just like No-Lips, facing No-Lip’s Herd and not moving.
>No-Lips doesn’t move, even when you drag the Hamburgher up to him.
>”No-Lips wan’ bite?” You offer, nudging the top of the Hamburger off to expose the red stuff and green stuff and yellow stuff. “Ham-bur-gher so nummy!”
>”No-Lips watching Other Herd.” He grumbles, glaring at the multi-coloured Herd with naked mistrust on his face. “No-Lips eat later. Honey, Tricks, Bandit, you stand with No-Lips! Make Other Herd keep distance!”
>There’s some grumbling, but the Stallions have Last Night’s Raid fresh in their minds, they don’t want to lose the Mares they only just caught!
>You shuffle around the Herd, grazing as you go, looking for Clover, Wed and Bwun as you go, but before you can finish your fifth mouthful of grass, the cry goes up.
>”Fluffies!” No-Lips shouts, rearing on his hind legs and pawing at the air. The other Stallions mimic him, trying to look scary.
>The Other Herd is advancing. Slowly, bunched up together, they are moving towards No-Lips’s Herd, their Smarty Friends out the front, cheeks all puffed up.
>It looks like the Smarty Friends are going to try to challenge No-Lips for control of the Herd...