On The Rocks, Part 9

On the Rocks, Part 9

>You are No-Name, and you are feeling much better.
>While you were asleep, other Fluffy Ponies must have dragged you to the Papers. Little Foal, her pale purple fluff tickling your exposed throat, has curled up between your head and chest, deep asleep.
>”Clover?” You whisper, feeling the scabs on your throat stretch and split as you swallow a mouthful of bloody saliva. “Where Clover, Little Foal? Where Clover and Wed and Bwun and Foals?”
>”Mmnnnngh?” Little Foal groans, uncurling slowly and blinking rapidly.
>She sees you, and laughs, leaning forwards to nuzzle your face.
>”No-Name wake up! NO-NAME WAKE UP!” She says loudly, her little wings quivering happily. “Clover-Mumma haf big saddies, think No-Name sweep forever. Wed hewping Bwun, Bwun haf baybehs soon.”
>You sit and blink a few times.
>”Bwun ... haf baybehs now? Now-Now?” You ask groggily, forcing yourself upright.
>Hurt, tired, but not as tired as before.
>Can hear Fluffy Ponies muttering behind you.
>Mares, clustered around the very back corner of the Papers.
>”Bwun there, No-Name! Clover pwaying wit Foals, I get her!” Little Foal chirps happily before scooting off, leaving loose bits of Paper fluttering in her wake.
>Bwun is your Mare. Went on a Raid, brought her and Wed back to Haven. Her Foals are your Foals. Want to be there for you Foals...
>Not your Foals, but still your Foals.
>Makes your head hurt thinking about it, so you decide they will be your Foals no matter what.
>Stagger up to the wall of Mares sitting around the groaning Fluffy, and poke one with your muzzle.
>”Is Bwun? Is haf baybehs soon?” You ask softly, partly because your throat hurts, partly because you don’t want to scare anyone.
>Everyone is sore, tired, sad from the fighting.
>A couple of Mares give you a surprised look, then shuffle out of the way, letting you see Bwun lying on her side, groaning, her stomach flexing.
>It’s strange, but the mere sight of her in this state fills you with a sense of panic and awe.
>Mares tell you to stand behind Bwun and try to make her feel better.
>Shuffle awkwardly around to her head, leaning down to lick her face.
>”Bwun be Mumma soon. Bwun be very good Mumma, No-Name know you be.” You tell her, working your way around to sit just behind her shoulders, putting one hoof on her and rubbing it back and forth.
>”No-Name ... good Stallion. Wuv Foals, Wu-uuuuuuuuuh!” Bwun begins to say, then groans, and a strange smell fills the air.
>”Wah! Wah! Wah!” The assembled Mares chant, rocking back and forth, the line reformed and blocking off all view of the rest of the Haven.
>”Foal is Guud!” One says loudly, before ducking down to the tail-end and doing something. You can hear her licking something, and then ....
>”N’aaaaaaaw!” A tiny little voice cries out.
>You want to rush down and see the foal, but Bwun looks so tired and scared.
>Give her a gentle Hug and hold her till the Mare shuffles up to Bwun with the Foal dangling from her mouth.
>”M-mah Baybeh...” Bwun whispers, tears in her eyes, as the Foal is placed in front of her.
>You let go to move around and sniff the foal with Bwun.
>You feel like you would remember this smell no matter what. The little Foal’s eyes are closed, and it weaves back and forth like it is very tired, but it’s so cute, so fragile, it makes your heart feel so big like your heart will burst!
>”Wook, Bwun, wook at yuu baybeh.” You whisper as Bwun gathers the Foal up to her chest in an awkward hug, tears in her eyes. “Bwun is guud Fluffy Mumma, Bwun haf wunnerful Baybeh!”
>”No-Name wike Bwun’s Baybeh.” Bwun coos happily, then groans again.
>”Wah! Wah! Wah!” The Mares chant again, doing their strange dance, and again a Foal is brought up for Bwun to cuddle.
>You get a quick cuddle of the foal, holding it awkwardly in your hooves and sniffing it all over as the tiny little baby whimpers softly, clutching at your muzzle.
>”Wunnerful baybeh...yuu be guud Fwuffy, be wuved, Daddy pwomise yuu.” You whisper as one of the Mares tells you to put the baby on one of Bwun’s teats, then pushes you back to Bwun’s head.
>Three more times, Bwun goes into labour, and soon there are five small, damp Fluffy Foals clinging to her much-smaller belly, suckling happily.
>”Oh, Bwun, yuu haf so many baybehs, dey all wunnerful.” You tell your Mare proudly, nuzzling her neck and face, your aches and pains forgotten. “Dey so soft, so cwute, so teeny.”
>”Bwun happy No-Name wike Bwun’s baybehs. Bwun scawed, tink No-Name not wake up, Bwun haf no Stallion to hewp wit baybehs.” She replies, tired but sounding so satisfied.
>”Bwun Fwuffy Mumma!” Little Foal says happily, shuffling through the papers to nuzzle the Foals, her eyes trailing to the heavy, milk-filled teats with obvious hunger on her face.
>”Little Foal no haf dat miwk, dat miwk fo’ Bwun’s Foals. Little Foal haf Clover’s miwk if she hungwy.” Clover chides the little purple Pegasus softly, her own two foals trailing after her and chattering loudly about how they haf ‘teefs’ now and can eat gwasses like a big Fluffy.
>”Clover, Bwun be Mumma now too. They Bwun’s first baybehs.” Bwun sighs as the Foals press on her with their soft little hooves, trying to draw more milk out of her. “Bwun ... not know wat do next.”
>”Is okay, Clover hewp. Clover haf many baybehs.” Clover points out, walking over to you to give you a quick nuzzle, before lying down in front of Bwun, covering the newborn foals in a double-layer of fluff. “Clover tewl Bwun wat do, how carry baybehs, how make dem do poopies outside Papers.”
>You sit there with Little Foal leaning on you and listen as Clover explains to Bwun all the things that a Fluffy Mumma has to do.
>It’s a lot. Your head spins at how much work Foals are for their Mummas.
>Have to feed them many, many times a day.
>Have to teach them to do Poopies where you want, not when they feel like it.
>Have to teach them to not steal milk from other Fluffy Mummas, and what is good things to eat when they finally get their teeth.
>So many, many things that you realise now that your own Mumma must have told you and made you do so often that it became a part of you, not something you consciously thought of doing.
>You want to be a good Fluffy Daddy, so you stay and listen.
>That’s a lot of work too, but it’s okay, you love Foals, you want them to grow up and be fat and happy and strong.


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>You are No-Lips, Smarty Friend .... and you’re dying.
>The other Old Fluffies tell you that you will be fine, that you’re just sore and sad and tired, but you know .... something tore loose during the fight.
>Felt it pull and tear every step of the way back to Haven.
>Feel like crying, but you can’t, have to be brave, have to be Strong.
>A Smarty Friend must always be brave, so the Herd can be brave.
>Some-Legs is using his stubby Horn to make Light as All-Mumma and Gnaff groom you, making you pretty again.
>Thank them and give them hugs when they come around to your front.
>Hurts too much to move.
>Gnaff doesn’t understand.
>All-Mumma does. You can see it in her eyes. She’s so sad as well.
>”You been guud Smart Fwiend.” She whispers, shuffling slowly to your head, touching her nose to yours. “All-Mumma so happy to haf been fwiends wit No-Lips.”
>”No-Lips happy too, All-Mumma. Yuu guud friend, hewp Hewd, gif smarty ideas to Mares an Fwuffy Mummas.” You sigh, then cough, feeling the tearing pain inside again and tasting blood on your tongue. “No-Lips haf make Choice soon. No-Lips haf pick new Smarty Friend.”
>”Nuuuu, nuuu, No-Lips wiv, No-Lips jus’ haf owies! We hewp, we gif Huggies an’ Nummies tiww yuu few bettah!” Some-Legs whimpers, the light from his horn wavering in his distress.
>Gnaff grunts in alarm, his mouth full of your fluff, and you feel him hug you.
>Ouch. More pain. You yelp, and Gnaff squeaks and lets go, whimpering.
>”No-Lips haf Biggest Owies...No-Lips haf owies-wa-wa leaking inside.” You try to explain, rising weakly from the ragged pillow. “Buh Hewd need Guud Smarty Friend. So before No-Lips goes to Long Sleep, No-Lips must make Choice, an’ pick New Smarty Friend for Hewd.”
>The Old Fluffies whimper and cry, but they understand.
>Give you hugs. It hurts. It hurts so much you can’t stop yourself from crying.
>But that’s okay. They are your friends. They love you so much they can’t help themselves.
>And Hugs help make you brave. Help you hide the tears you shed into All-Mummas fluff as she hugs you and lets you bury your face in her pale, soft white fly and let the tears come out.
>Soon, you not be a Smarty Friend no more, and then, it be alright to cry out loud again.
>And if you should go to the Long Sleep before Blue-Horn, Bandit, Wumm-wumm, Kook, Stumbles and Drips get back, One-Eye will see to it that your Choice is enforced.
>Herd cannot survive, otherwise. No other Fluffy is Smarty enough, Brave enough and Kind enough to be a Good Smarty Friend.


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>You are Bandit, a pale blue Pegasus Fluffy with a band of black fluff across your eyes.
>Blue-Horn is leading the Hooman-Nummies Raid, but he’s such a coward. Keeps trying to find Hooman-Nummies on the ground, or in the shadows.
>Left him behind. Drips and Wumm-wumm have their Horns glowing softly as you, Stumbles and Kook tear open a black plastic bag.
>Smells terrible but ... there’s Hooman Nummies inside, you’re sure of it.
>Yep, small yellow greasy things, nasty smelling veggies, even some small hard sweet things.
>Stuff them into Kook’s and Stumble’s fluff, and they stuffs some into yours, and you keep going.
>Blue-Horn keeps making comments that he should be leading, but everyone is ignoring him.
>He left Mares behind. He’s a Bad Fluffy. Only coming along because he is the one of the few Stallions who not be covered in Owies and Hurties.
>Find another black back to tear open. More fruits and veggies, these ones smell better.
>Not all wrinkly and fluffy. Not have black bits.
>Stuffing everyone’s fluff with the nummies when you heard a voice.
>”Yuu find Nummies fo Good Fwuffies?”
>Poopies.
>It’s a Dumb Fluffy.
>Scratch that, several Dumb Fluffies.
>All with that glazed, vacant look in their eyes that Fluffies who do nothing but eat Hooman Nummies get. They are being far, far too loud too, cheering that ‘Nice Strange Fluffies find us Nummies!”
>Everyone shares a look and trots away.
>The Dumb Fluffies whine, but soon start bickering as they guzzle the Hooman Nummies you weren’t able to pick up.
>Hear a bang, and then a Hooman shouts.
>Blue-Horn squeals and runs away behind a garbage bin. Kook and Drips hug each other, and Stumbles starts to shake so hard the Nummies fall out of his fluff.
>”SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!” The Hooman-Monster bellows, and he does something.
>Something large and heavy hits the Dumb Fluffies, and they shriek in pain and fear.
>Can see two are broken, Bones poking through their fluff, pawing weakly at the air.
>Their friends have run away screaming onto the road, and you can hear more Hoomans shouting.
>Hooman-Munsta threw a brick at the Fluffies, can see it broken in half next to the two Dead Dumb Fluffies it hit.
>”Fwuffies mus’ keep muuvin’, bad pwace now.” You whisper, and the Fluffies quickly gather up the nummies, stuff it back into their fluff and shuffle onwards.
>More black plastic bags, but less nummies now, or nummies so bad that even the hungriest Fluffy would think twice.
>More and more Fluffies around too, whining that they are hungry, that they are cold, please share Nummies, give hugs.
>Kick them aside, ignore their whining.
>Stupid Fluffies, should be in the Park, or in the Underground.
>Not safe on the Overground for long.
>So many Munstas, all of them wanting to hurt Fluffies.
>packing some more not-quite-yikky fruit into Blue-Horn’s fluff, with the Bad Fluffy whining all the time that his Fluff is getting sticky, when three Stallions creep out of the shadows.
>”Haf nummies?” They whisper, crouching on the cold, dirty ground. “Fwuffies wost, no can find Smarty Fwiend, so cowd, so hungwy.”
>Glare at them ... and hear Kook make a disgusted noise as the yellow thin things keep slipping out of his Fluff.
>Possibly a bad idea, but ....
>”Yuu can haf dose nummies ... if yuu hewp us find an’ cawwy moar Nummies back to owr hewd.” You grunt, kicking Blue-Horn in the leg when he starts to say ‘No Stallions, only Mares!’
>Stallions are overjoyed. They rush over and gobble up the stale, cold fries like they were the first bits of food they’d had all week.
>Judging from how loudly their tummies are growling, that’s possibly true.
>”Yuu be guud Fwuffies, nu gif owies unless we say, nu huwt owr Mares or Baybehs, maybe No-Lips wet yuu join.” You say as the Stallions look up from the remains of their ‘feast’.
>They gasp and whisper to each other.
>”No-Lips! No-Lips Hewd!” “Wah, bwavest Fwuffy!” “He gif Biggest Owies to Meanie Park Herd!”
>Order the rest of your group to keep moving ... and the Stallions shuffle after you, still whispering.
>Another black garbage bag, some more nummies, this time some small sweet hard Nummies, and one of the new Stallions rushes forwards and picks it up in his mouth .....
>You are going to give him the biggest owies of his life!
>No, wait, he’s stuffing it into your Fluff.
>”We be guud fwuffies!” He says happily, nuzzling your fluff.
>You hope so. They seem nice enough. You’d hate to have to push them into the Bad Fluffy Pit if No-Lips says they cannot stay.


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>You are Blue-Horn, and this is humiliating!
>A Unicorn Fluffy, reduced to carrying nummies for other Fluffies! Icky, Sticky, Smelly Nummies at that!
>Had hoped that Wumm-wumm and Drips would take your side, but they are Meanie Fluffies too, and only obey Bandit.
>Assholes, all of them. Keep leaving you behind, putting the stickiest, dirtiest Nummies in your fluff.
>Even Kook and Stumbles get nice, dry nummies stuff into their Fluff, and they not get any Mares on the last Raid.
>And now there three New Friends! Bandit not supposed to do that! And he gave you an owies when you tried to tell the New Friends they were not welcome.
>At least they are carrying more nummies now.
>Finally, everyone seems to have enough food. It’s all smelly nummies now, but it is nummies nonetheless.
>Shuffling towards a sewer-grate when you hear the sound of something big coming your way.
>Look over your shoulder.
>Great Steaming Piles of Fresh Hot Poop!
>”HOOMAN!” You shriek, shuffling forwards as fast as you can, the nummies in your fluff jiggling and rustling, dangerously close to falling out.
>The other Fluffies look back, see the Hooman coming and yell in fear too.
>Hoomans ... they worst of the Munstas. Hurt Fluffies just because they can, everything they do is to cause more suffering and pain for Fluffies. They even build City to trap Fluffies and keep them from escaping, fill it with other Munstas to eat the Fluffies.
>No other Munsta like Hoomans. No other Munsta walk on two legs, have so little fluff or hair, can speak words like Fluffies. So scary, because they always can hurt Fluffies, no matter what the Herds do.
>New Fluffies pee in fright. Bandit’s wings are fluttering furiously, and both Wumm-wumm and Drips are shooting sparks.
>”C’mere, you little shits. Old Tom’s hungry...” The Hooman sneers, revealing a horrible, cavernous mouth full of rotten, broken yellow teeth behind two thin, stained lips.
>His face is lined, filthy and covered in spots, and his eyes are a dirty yellow, flicking from one Fluffy to another in anticipation as his long, hideous fingers flex and stretch with popping noises that make your fluff stand on end.
>”Not too much meat on you lot, but that’s fine, there’s a lot of you.” The Bum chuckles, coughing suddenly, and the Group rushes as best they can for the sewer grate. Their only chance is to escape before the Hooman can snatch them up, break their legs, crack their necks and eat them alive!
>”Fwuffies, wun, nu stawp for nuthin’!” Bandit urges, leading the pack, shuffling desperately as he tries to keep the nummies in his fluff from falling out.
>”NO SHIWT, ASSHOWLE!” You shout back, feeling a rising tide of panic fill you.
>You’re the last one of the group.
>Hooman is advancing now, spitting curses at you, his long, filthy coat spreading out in the wind and making him look so big, he is blotting out the sky.
>Don’t stop keep running don’t stop keep running DON’T LOOK BACK keep running!
>Fluffies reach the sewer grate and squeeze through the thick, meanie bars, dropping some of their nummies, and the New Fluffies stop to try and pick them up.
>”Stuupid! Fow’get the nummies, wun!” You yell as you squeeze past them, losing several nummies in the process.
>Can hear the booming of the Hooman’s huge, ugly feet behind you. Can feel the ground shaking as he runs towards you.
>Two of the New Friends listen, grab a mouthful of the nummies and run into the Underground.
>Third one does not, panicking, trying to pick up all the nummies.
>Hear the Hooman laugh, see the Hooman’s terrible hand come down and snatch up the New Friend, hear the New Friend squeal in pain and fear as the Hooman’s terrible hand squeezes him in a crushing, unbreakable grip.
>His kicking legs knock a few of the nummies into the Underground, and Your Herdmates snatch them up, stuffing them into each other’s fluff.
>New Friends are sitting there, hugging each other and crying as they listen to their friend beg and plead.
>”Nu wan haf owies pwease nu be guud fwuffy gif hug gif many hugs hooman pwease nu huwties nu nu nu nuuuu~!” His pleading ends with a horrible crunching noise, and you all whimper as you see a trickle of red blood fall from up high onto the ground, dribbling into the Underground.
>”Fuck, only the one. Hell, he’s got some raisins on him ... little bastards, stealin’ an Old Man’s food!” The Hooman grumbles, stomping away.
>Can see the New Friend hanging limply in the Hooman’s hand, and there are other Hoomans waiting in the alleyway.
>Hoomans arguing, fighting, throwing punches that you can hear all the way across the road, punches that would kill a Fluffy Pony instantly just barely making the Hooman’s flinch.
>Kook and Stumbles are forcing the New Friends to move, pushing them onwards down the Underground to where Haven is.
>You stay and watch the Hoomans fight, the New Friend being snatched back and forth like a rock-ball between two squabbling foals.
>They are just so big, so fast, so strong.
>Nothing a Fluffy Pony can do can hurt them. They are the Munstas of all Munstas.
>Feeling very small, you follow the group, hoping that you never have to see another Hooman again for the rest of your life.


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>You are Zodd, Smarty Friend. Biggest Fluffy in the World!
>But! Stupid Herd not like you anymore! Mares say you too heavy, Stallions say you too dumb. After only one day, they say they not like you anymore!
>Pull your fluff, bite your ears, run away when you try to fight back.
>Even Sweet Mare be cruel to you. Tell you Special Hugs with you is not fun, that you too big.
>Says she liked the two Unicorns better.
>They drove you away, not with kicks and bites, but with words.
>Hurty words. Words that made you want to crawl up and cry.
>Shuffling through the mud and muck, you come to the Wooden Nest from three nights ago.
>Fluffies inside not making any noises anymore.
>Sniff the air, smells of bad things. Rotting bad things.
>But you’re soooo hungry. Can’t find your way out of Stinky Waters ... tried, but can’t find the path your Herd showed you.
>Got turned around so much when they were chasing you .... you have tried to go back to their Safe Place to ask if they will please show you the way out of Stinky Waters, but they keep chasing you and yelling bad words at you.
>Maybe there be something to eat in the Wooden Nest....
>Dead Fluffies glare accusingly at you from inside. Tongues loll out of mouths that offer you macabre grin, swollen and bloated bodies have burst open and terrible smells assault you.
>See the Mare you tried to help so long ago is still there ... and there is another Stallion too!
>But ... what is he doing?
>He’s ... biting her leg! He’s pulled off all her Fluff and is biting her leg!
>No, that’s not right .... he’s got blood dribbling down his chin.
>You stop and stare, feeling sickened even as your tummy rumbles unhappily.
>He’s eating another Fluffy. You think to yourself in shock.
>Then he sees you. Grins, revealing teeth that are jagged and stained black.
>”Who yuu?” The Cannibal Fluffy grunts, then tears off another mouthful of Fluffy Pony and swallows.
>Despite yourself, you feel drool forming at the corners of your mouth.
>”Ah ... I Zodd. W-why yuu gif owies to Mare?” You ask, trembling.
>Will being big be enough to save you?
>So scared...this is not right! Fluffies do not do this to each other! No-Lips would be so angry!
>No-Lips would be ... would ...
>But there’s no more No-Lips in your life.
>..........
>”I haf nummies. Stupid Fwuffies hide, but not dis Mare. I eats her weggies.” The Cannibal says between chewing, staring at you strangely.
>”Yuu wost, Big Fwuffy? Yuu wost in Stinky Wa-Wa’s?”
>”Zodd .... Zodd found Hewd, be Smarty Friend, be good Fluffy, but Hewd hate Zodd, say too big, too mean ...” You whisper, closing your eyes and letting a sob work it’s way up. “Zodd aww awone now. Nu haf fwiends, nu know way outta Stinky Wa-Wa’s.”
>You open your eyes ... where has the Strange Fluffy gone?
>Suddenly, blinding pain from your ear! The Strange Fluffy Snuck up from your side, and is biting your ear!
>”Waaaah! Nuu! Nu Huwties!” You shriek, and kick off to the side with you leg, feeling your hoof connect with the Cannibal’s chest.
>He tumbles away, and your ear throbs painfully. He tore off a great deal of Fluff, and even made you bleed!
>Why he do? He getting nummies from Dead Mare! Why?
>Makes you feel so angry!
>Stinky Waters ... hate Stinky Waters! Hate every Fluffy that lives here!
>Bad Herd tricked you, pretended to be your Friend until they didn’t need you anymore!
>No-Lips Herd abandoned you! But you were Best Fluffy! They needed you, but they abandoned you!
>Now this Fluffy is trying to make you Nummies? No! NO!
>”Yuu fwesh, yuu twaste bettah!” The Cannibal grunts, struggling to get up as you rush over to his side.
>”YUU NU HUWT ZODD NO MOAR!” You yell, rearing up and bringing your hooves down onto his side.
>Pomf! Pomf! Pomf! Smack! Smack! Smack!
>Slowly the Fluff parts under your attack, and your hooves finally start meeting his skin.
>”Naaah! Bad Fwuffie! Nuu, I not Nummies, yuu Nummies, stawp!” The Cannibal shrieks as your hooves pound against his ribs again and again until you hear something crack.
>He shrieks in pain, squirming away.
>No. He will not run away. Not from you.
>So much anger, so much hate for this place, all the stupid fluffies, your old herd, your new herd, everything.
>Hate for everything that is not you.
>Jump on top of the Cannibal and give him Bad Special Hugs. He screams and starts to yell about his poopie hole, makes your ears hurt.
>Push his face into the mud with your muzzle. Good, now he be quiet, making bubbles in the mud like a Dumb Fluffy!
>”Yuu ... eeenf ... bad an’ ... eeenf ... stuupid fwuffy! Eeenf! Eeenf! Zodd kiww .... eeenf .... yuu, make yuu .... eeenf .... nummies!”
>He stops squirming, stops kicking.
>Keep on having Bad Special Hugs. Even if he stops fighting, doesn’t matter.
>Hurt him. Hurt him and hurt him and hurt him till you don’t feel that blinding hatred anymore.
>Have the Good Feel, then roll off the Cannibal onto your back and pant heavily, your chest heaving, staring  up at the sky.
>Fluffy White Clouds. Sun is hiding behind them. Everything is quiet.
>Look over at the Cannibal.
>He’s not moving. Whole head is buried in the mud.
>Good. He can hide all he likes, you are going to have Nummies now, and he can’t stop you!
>Feel so nervous ... never done this before. But fear, aggression and the gnawing in your belly drives you on.
>Rip out the fluff, like he was doing to the Dead Mare’s leg. Rip all the fluff off his sides till you can see his skin, all pink and soft.
>Lips the skin, feeling something nagging at the back of your mind.
>This is wrong, I’m a Good Fluffy.
>Shut up, Zodd is hungry.
>Don’t do this! Go back, beg the Herd to be your friend!
>Stupid Fluffies lie to you, hurt you with words, trick you!
>There are other nummies! Moss, Hooman Nummies, stinky fruits! Eat those!
>But you have nummies right here! This Fluffy looks so fat, Fluffy Pony meat must taste soooo good!
>It takes several attempts, but finally your teeth break the skin, and you peel away a layer of flesh.
>Taste is .... blood tastes bad. Always has, but the meat .....
>After two days of no food, it tastes sooo sweet.
>Dive in for more of the Sweet Nummies, gore covering your face and chest.
>”Nummies nummies nummies.” You sing happily, until you hear a clatter behind you.
>Whirl around, teeth bared.
>This is YOUR NUMMIES! Nobody will take it away.
>There are dozens of Fluffies staring at you, their faces expressionless.
>Snap your teeth and make your fluff stick out, trying to look bigger, meaner.
>More clattering.
>More Fluffies climbing down off the mountains of garbage, their faces expressionless.
>”My nummies! Zodd nu be scawed nu moar! Zodd can kiww! Zodd can kiww an’ eat Bad Fwuffies!” You yell, running around and around your nummies as the Bad Fluffies encircle you.
>Then they grin, baring yellow, crooked teeth just like the Fluffy you just killed. They take a step forward, eerily in unison, and clack their teeth at you.
>”STAWP!” Somebody behind the pack yells.
>Their grins disappear, and the Bad Fluffies retreat several steps.
>A new Bad Fluffy appears, his face bearing a curious patchwork of burns across it.
>He looks at you, then the Fluffy you killed, then at you again.
>”Crump watch yuu, Big Fwuffy. Crump watch you cry and run and cry ...” He says, his eyes narrowed as he stares at you. “Tink yuu be jus’ moar meat fo’ Hewd. Den yuu kiww Crump’s Stallion, den eat him. But yuu nu Stinky Wa-Wa’s Hewd, nu haf enough marks on face to be Stinky Wa-Wa’s Fwuffy.”
>”Zodd be from Unnerground.” You grunt, glaring back. He’s almost as big as you are ... and has dozens and dozens of friends. Not good. “Zodd come to Stinky Wa-Wa’s on Raid, but aww Mares dumb or dead.”
>”Unnerground .... Crump hear of Unnerground.” Crump mutters, then grins, displaying a disturbing mouthful of jagged teeth. “Zodd be New Friend of Crump’s Herd, get to keep wivving ... if Zodd show way to Unnerground.”
>”Zodd wost ... but Zodd do know where Crump can haf moar Sweet Nummies...” You reply, grinning yourself.


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>You are Sweet Mare, and you wish the Stallion would hurry up.
>Zodd be heavy, make you squish, but he make Special Hugs fun.
>Just ... not like the squish. Stupid Big Fluffy forget to keep standing up.
>Had to get rid of him, eating too much nummies, too loud, too rough.
>But wait, he’s back again...
>Is that blood on his chest and face!
>”Nuuuu, Bad Zodd, we nu want yuu!” The Stallion giving you Special Hugs yells, squirming, but his legs won’t let go.
>Have to leave it to the other Fluffies to drive him off.
>Hope he gets the hint and leaves soon ....
>”Buh Zodd wan yuu. Zodd wan yuu aww to meet Zodd’s Friends.” He says, grinning oddly, his teeth caked in blood. His eyes are ... wrong. The pupils far, far too small. Is he ... giggling?
>”Zodd haf no Friends! Zodd is big meanie, too stupid!” Another stallion shouts back, puffing out his cheeks.
>”Yuu go! Yuu go, or we nowt yell, we gif owies!” Another adds, rearing up to display his hooves.
>Clatter.
>Everyone looks up.
>Scores of Fluffies creeping down the mountains of garbage, silent but for a single can they dislodged.
>Where .... where did Zodd get so many friends so quickly?
>And why does that one have a funny mark on his ...
>Oh ... oh no. Crump.
>Zodd is giggling, rocking from side to side on his hooves, his blood-matted fluff glistening.
>”Zodd now haf many Friends! An they aww wan ‘meat’ yuu!”
>”NUMMIES!” The Cannibals roar, charging down the slopes of discarded cans, white-goods and rags.
>Your Herd squeals in alarm, trying to rush back in to Safe Place, but the Fluffies all bunch up at the entrance, kicking and pushing each other.
>The Stallion finally let’s go of you, squealing in fera and biting at his friend’s tails in an effort to pull them away.
>You rush towards Zodd. Maybe you can convince him to spare you! He did say he liked you!
>Zodd gives you a big hug, pushing your face into his bloody fluff and giggling.
>Look over your shoulder.
>Cannibals are pulling your Herd out of the Safe Place, tearing off their fluff.
>Squabbling mobs of Fluffies, their faces and chests stained red, and the screams of your friends and family as they are pulled open and eaten alive.
>Other Cannibals surround you and Zodd, their teeth clacking, their eyes fixed on you.
>”Zodd, save Sweety, yuu wuv me, yuu say!” You whimper, clutching Zodd.
>”Zodd say, Sweety is Best Fwuffy...” He replies, nuzzling your head. “Zodd say, he save Sweety.....”
>Pushes you away with his hooves, and you trip and tumble back to land in the middle of the Cannibals, trembling with fear.
>”Zodd, Sweety wuv yuu! Nu wan make yuu sad, but otha Fwuffies make Sweety! Nu! Nu wan yuu go!” You scream as the Cannibals close ranks around you, nuzzling at your fluff.
>”Zodd say, he save Sweety fo’ Good Fwiends. ‘Cause Sweety is Best Fluffy.” Zodd giggles, rocking back and forth on his hooves again.


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>You are Zodd, Munsta-Fluffy, and you have decided that Raids are fun after all!
>Crump is at your side, chewing on a mouthful of meat that hangs half out of his mouth.
>”Fat fwuffies. Good nummies.” He grunts as Sweety starts to shriek and scream as the Cannibals prepare her for the feast, tearing out her fluff with their mouths and holding her kicking, squirming legs out of the way with their teeth.
>”Zodd happy Zodd show Good Nummies.” You say, feeling the giggling welling up again. “Crump is right! Nothin’ scawy when Fwuffy is Munsta!”
>Crump nods, gulping down his nummies and burping loudly. “Is twuth. Fwuffies awways wunning, awways hidin’. But Munstas nevah wun, nevah be scawed. We is stwong, we is bwave, we is meanie.”
>He turns and gives you a crooked grin, and pats your shoulder with one hoof.
>”An’ we find Unnerground. An’ dis ‘Haven’ you tawk about. Crump Hewd haf many Fwuffies, we can find. Den we haf Safe Pwace, and it aweady haf nummies fo’ us!”
>You and Crump laugh and laugh as Sweety finally stops screaming.
>There are tears streaming down your cheeks, but you don’t care.
>You aren’t Zodd anymore. You are a Munsta.
>And Munstas never get scared or feel sad.
>But they do get hungry ... and Haven be full of tasty Nummies just waiting for you.