Uni the Magical Unicorn, Part 2

Uni the Unicorn aka Two Lesbians in a Fluffy Pony Suit.

Chapter 2: On the Road (again)

>Be Natasha Googaluv, Animatronics Expert and the 'Front Half' of Uni the Unicorn.
>Just completed a live concert in front of a audience of close to a thousand Fluffy Ponies, and survived a near-mobbing of over-stimulated Fluffy Pony Stallions.
>And just dropped yourself in the shit in the process. One of the original Fluffy Ponies that used to 'star' with Uni managed to get on stage and, surprisingly enough, tried to apologise for having 'Special Hugs' with Uni against her will.
>Accidentally let him get so close to the new suit that the internal microphones picked up every word, and you had to ad-lib like a pro.
>Told him that 'Uni' was waiting for her 'One Twue Special Fwiend'.
>Immediately afterwards, every Stallion at the concert went into an absolute frenzy unlike anything you had ever seen.
>They screamed their 'wuv' at you, reaching with their stubby little legs, their faces contorted into frightening masks of love, lust and frustration as the Stage Hands pulled them off the set, and out of sight of the Cameras, and pushed them back over the barrier.
>The Mares, for their part, squealed and giggled and were overjoyed for you.
>Foals had no idea what was going on and just cheered like always.
>PR Department had several strokes on the spot.
>Finally, the Stallions have all been sedated, and the Mares and Foals are allowed to come up and have hugs with Uni and her 'Bruddas', Pip the Pegasus and Eddy the Earth Fluffy.
>Mares love hugging Uni. The design called for 'faux' silk, a fabric that is very similar in texture to silk, but is extremely resistant to stains. Fluffies crawl all over 'Uni', exclaiming how soft her Fluff is and giggling as it tickles them.
>Eddy is a massive hit. Can barely see the suit under a carpet of wriggling, panting Mares, although you can hear the two actors inside complaining over the short-wave radio about the suit 'leaking'.
>Hah. Looks like Eddy is to Mares what Uni is to Stallions.
>The 'Pip' suit also has it's share of problems, but nothing quite on the scale of poor 'Eddy'.
>There's one Mare that's determined to have Special Hugs, no matter what, ramming her backside against the sheath-like 'device' under Eddy's back legs, grunting and groaning like a Fluffy possessed.
>"Wan Speshaw Hugs! Eddy so wunnerful, Cawamel weave Special Fwiend, be Eddy's Special Fwiend!" She squeaks excitedly, banging her back-end on the sheath repeatedly.
>"Okay, that does it." You hear one of the actors grunt, and the other one starts to snort with laughter.
>"Don't you fucking dare!" You turn off the 'mouth-piece' and whisper down the radio-line.
>Too late.
>One of them hit the 'Swag' button.
>Can't see much past the press of eagerly babbling Fluffy Ponies, but you see this 'Caramel' make an 'O' face as she shoots out about two foot, her legs wiggling in mid-air.
>Fucking Great. The idiots just sexually impaled one of the 'Audience' on live television!
>There's a sudden crush of Mares around Eddy's portion of the Stage, all squealing and squeeeee-ing, with Caramel making gasping noises and flailing around like a fish out of water.
>"G-g-g-guuuuuuuud!" She groans, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
>Ah. The other Mares all hugging the 'shaft' are making it vibrate, which is making her feel good. Jesus, she's taking something as thick as your arm like it was normal .....
>Owner must be the Sickest Fuck on the Planet .....
>"Push the button again, PUSH THE BUTTON AGAIN!" You can hear the Director screaming in rage down the radio-line.
>Sure enough, Caramel retracts back, bowling over the other Mares ... and then shoots forwards again, making a 'Derp' face and squealing "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!".
>Back, then forwards, then back, then forwards, as the other Mares crowd around and angrily ask when their turn is.
>Jesus Eeeeeenfing Christ!
>"It's jammed, it's jammed, I swear to God, it's jammed!" The 'pilot' at the back of Eddy swears, while the 'pilot' at the front laughs hysterically as 'Caramel' rag-dolls around on the end of the furiously pumping latex horse-cock, squealing excitedly.
>Probably the fuck of her life-time. The other Mares who are thankfully blocking the Cameras from watching this debauchery are also getting quite excited, jumping up and down and leaving wet-patches on the stage beneath their rears.
>You quietly thank the sick fucker who came up with the idea of self-lubricating 'Organs' for the suits, as otherwise, this would be a PR disaster of an even worse kind.
>Pip is getting molested as well, but thankfully the pilots are not dumb fuckers and do not press the Swag Button.
>Sammy, your co-pilot and gal-pal, is giggling herself as she watches from the 'rear monitor' in her half of the suit as Foals run all up and down Uni's back.
>To help in the guidance of 'Uni, there's four cameras in the suit. Two up at your end, one at Uni's 'eye' level, the other at her chest, and two for Sammy, one at the back of Uni's 'head', the other hiding just above the suit's 'Equipment'.
>The Foals scoot along on their bellies, front legs splayed out, back legs pushing them along, giggling uncontrollably as Uni's silk-like Fluff tickles their so-soft bellies and throats.
>"Uni-Mumma, Uni-Mumma, Uni-Mumma!" They cheer and squeal happily as their Mothers watch with delight, tumbling down Uni's side to climb up her tail again and play the game again and again and again.
>Finally, every Fluffy that's not a Stallion has had a Hug, and Caramel has been prised off 'Eddy's' shlong.
>Pilot of the Back End had to manually reach down and grab the damn thing from the inside.
>Could hear him bitching about the damn thing now being impossible to keep a firm grip on because of Fluffy Pony Love Juices.
>Caramel just lays there, panting, her eyes half-lidded. There's a couple of other Mares there staring at her 'Naughty Place', then at Eddy, then back to Caramel and whispering something to the satisfied Mare.
>She will feel the down-side of that 'Speshaw Hug' later, you're sure. Right now, she's not going to ruin the show. Right?!?!
>Eddy has to leave the Stage, proclaiming he has to 'See Hoomins now' as Mares cling to his belly and flanks with uncanny tenacity, complaining loudly they want 'Speshaw Hugs!' right the hell now.
>Could today possibly get any worse?
>Mares are pried off the Eddy suit out-of-sight of the Cameras by the Stage-Hands, and in the case of the adorously determined ones, hosed off so they can cool down their libidos.
>Pip's dealing with his 'fans' well enough, but there's a trio of Mares rubbing themselves on his belly, right in front of the Cameras, making obscene faces.
>And the Stallions won't remain 'out' for long. The sleeping-gas dosage is only minimal, to prevent the Fluffy Ponies from actually dying and to stop their Owners from complaining about their Pets being hurt.
>Time to end the show and hit the road!
>"Fwiends, Uni wuv yuu aww!" You say loudly, switching Uni's 'Mouth-Piece' so that your voice will be picked up by her microphones. "Buh Uni and Bwuddas haf go on dere Jour-ney soon. Haf to weave yuu fo' wittle while!"
>"Aaaaaaawwww!" Mares and Foals whine unhappily, but 'Uni' has enough pull that the Fluffy Ponies don't complain too much when the Stage Hands gently usher them away from 'Uni' and 'Pip'.
>"Uni haf say, Fwuffies be vewy guud today! Fwuffies dance vewy guud! Uni happy to sing to Fwuffies!" You add, making the Fluffy Pony faces light up as you praise them.
>"Tasha, hurry up, the Stallions are starting to wake up!" You hear one of the Stage-Hands whisper down the radio-line francticly, as well as the faint "Whew Fwuffie?" and "Uneeeeeh...."
>"Uni an' Bruddas goin' now! Bye!" You say in your best 'Happy' voice, wave a leg goodbye, and then trot off-stage with the Pip suit close behind.
>The Mares have all been removed from the set, and Eddy has been 'groomed' as best the suit can be on such short notice, the barest hint of a latex horse-wiener appearing out the end of the sheath.
>"Okay, guys, to the Horse-Trailers." You say down the radio, and the three suits move to the back of the stage, towards the modified Horse-trailers in which all three suits will board, and then 'wave' goodbye to their fans before departing on the first leg of the journey.
>Fluffies Ponies have been brought around to watch as the three Super-Fluffies back up into their trailers, shouting and cheering, a number of distraught Stallions amongst them crying out for Uni to come back, they are her One True Special Friend!
>"Byeeeeee!" You say one final time as the door of the horse-trailer swings shut, blocking off the view of Uni from the neck down, and the cars slowly start to pull away.
>"Well .... that went better than I thought it would." You hear the director over the radio-line sigh heavily. "Team Eddy, you two, my trailer as soon as you decamp from that suit. The rest of you .... take a shower and get some food. We've got to be at the Barstow by the end of the day!"
>Fucking hell, it's going to be a long trip .....

Eight weeks from posting date.

>"An Uni happy to be hewe, at Wain-bow Pawk in 'Was Vegas', an' tawk an' pway with Fwuffies!" You cheer from inside the suit, sweat dripping off you. You can feel it collecting in the bottom of the suit's 'hooves', sloshing around your feet.
>Fucking Jesus on Toast, it is hot. If not for the water-pipes running around the inside of the suit, you and Sammy would both be steamed corpses right now.
>Thirty Fluffy Ponies cheer and dance at your 'hooves', and dozens more dance and hug Eddy and Pip, happy beyond measure.
>And not a single Feral in sight. Thank the Gods. Every day, you had to do several 'takes' at different locations, places or businesses that had paid big bucks to your new 'Boss' to have Uni stop by and spruke their business.
>Well, whatever.
>But the Ferals .... dear God they were everywhere.
>Many had never even heard of Uni before, but they quickly fell in love with the Suits.
>Had a Smarty Friend keep interrupting you during the first interview of your third day 'On the Road', demanding that you 'join mah hewd!'
>"Fwuffie Fwiend, ssssssh! Uni twying to teww about Nice Hoomin who wun Staw!" You shushed him but he just puffed up his cheeks and continued to insist until Eddy shuffles over and 'plopped' down on him.
>Didn't actually 'drop down on' the Smarty Friend, just crouched down low enough that the suit's belly pinned him to the ground and muffled his shrieking.
>Finished the shoot, thanked the 'Nice Hoomin' and shuffled off to the trailer, leaving the stunned Smarty Friend lying on the ground and his Herd whining loudly that 'Dumb Fwiend nut get Bootiful Fwuffie to be Fwiend!'
>Next day .... you'd only travelled fifty miles to the next place, knowing that the other ten-minute segments would cover the gap, and did more shoots at an large service-station just fifty meters off the highway, when two more Feral Herds came rushing out.
>"BOOTIFUL MAWE!" One had cheered.
>"UNIIIIII!" The other had Squealed.
>Then the two Herds collided and scrambled up Uni's backside.
>"Waaaaaaah! Uni nu wike!" You had 'squealed', rushing away as fast as the suit permitted with Fluffy Stallions clinging to Sammy's end of the suit, thrusting furiously, while you co-pilot yelled about getting poked in the ass.
>Cameras were turned off, Fluffy Ponies were hosed off, the Suit was hosed down and given a minute to dry out in the hideously hot sun before the shot was attempted a second time, the Herds corralled by the Stage Hands except for a handful of Mares and Foals, who were asked where they were, what their names were, and where they lived.
>It was ... quite informative, actually. The Fluffy Ponies even introduced 'Uni' to a natural Spring, where a crusty old hermit lived.
>He played along, amused as all hell, and explained he'd moved out here to get away from it all, found the Fluffy Ponies living in the dunes and gullies of the bad-lands, and decided to spend a few weeks out here seeing how they lived.
>That was ten years ago. Went in every week to pick up supplies, then go out and be a hermit again.
>When the shoot was finished, got out of the suits and spent a few hours talking to the old geezer.
>"Well, ladies, if you're heading to Las Vegas, do yourself a favour." The old Hermit has said kindly as you gave him a basket of goodies from the service-station. "There's a lot of Ferals in the town, and if you don't want to get the shit humped out of you, do your shooting during the middle of the day. Fluffies out here only move morning and night, and go hide from the heat during mid-day."
>Crusty old bastard got a big hug from both you and Sammy for that.
>Feral Herds wandered right past you, bleating for 'Uni' to come out.
>Stallions crying, whimpering, begging you to tell them where Uni was.
>Sammy sighed and told them that 'Uni' had gone away to Las Vegas, and they should forget about her.
>Half the Ferals immediately headed north-east, which was surprising. How the hell did Fluffy Ponies know where Las Vegas was?
>Sadly, it seemed that the entirety of the new 'Uni-Fanatics' were Stallions, leaving their Mares and Foals and a handful of Stallions too attached to their Herds behind.
>You knew that Fluffy Ponies went through Stallions like a fat kid went through pop-corn, but still ... they just up and fucking abandoned their wives and kids.
>"Fuck this, we're suiting up!" You told Sammy, full of righteous anger.
>Pulled up infront of the bickering All-Male Herd and stepped out in the Uni Suit.
>Stallions all popped boners and bleating Fluffy Pony love-cries at you.
>"BAD FWUFFIES!" You shouted at them, noting with satisfaction how they all cringed.
>"N-nu! We guud Fwuffies! Gu find yuu in Bwight Wights Pwace! Wan be wit Uni foevah!" One shouted back.
>"Yuu aww Bad Fwuffies! Why yuu weave yuu fwiends? Yuu Special Fwiends? Yuu baybehs?" You  demanded, making the suit's face into the closest thing to a 'glower' it could do.
>"B-buh! Fwuffies wuv Uni-Fwuffie!" One of the Smarty Friends bawled, reaching for you with his hooves.
>"Did Special Fwiends wuv yuu? Did Foals wuv yuu?" You demanded angrily, 'pointing' a leg at the Smarty Friend. "Yuu weft dem awone! Wun away to chase Uni! Why yuu weave yuu Hewd to chase Uni! Bad Fwuffies! Hewds wuv yuu, an' yuu wun away!"
>Sobbing, emasculated Stallions hugged each other and apologised profusely. Managed to get the majority to turn around and head back, but a dedicated score of Fluffy Pony Stallions swore they would follow Uni to 'dah ends o' dah wand!'.
>Drove off and left them eating your dust.
>Fuckers. Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers.
>Just like that asshole from college. All 'I love you baby!' till a hotter piece of ass came by, and left you hanging with a positive on your pregnancy test and a broken heart.
>Sammy hold you and keeps you from demanding the driver turn around and flatten the little bastards, but you can't help but feel the anger settle on your shoulders again like weights.
>Back to 'Rainbow Park'. Fucking stupid name if you ever heard one, but whatever.
>Fluffies are, for the most part, behaving. Only two Mares tried to jump Eddy, and you feel a growing sense of worry that the Pilots are beginning to like it.
>One Stallion keeps bringing you 'shinies'. For a Fluffy Pony, these are probably the greatest treasures they have.
>Bottle Caps, a few coins, even a piece of coloured lead-crystal.
>"P-p-pwesents fo' Uni." He stammers, shuffling from hoof to hoof, not looking 'Uni' in the eyes.
>"Uni vewy happy fo' Pwesents, buh Uni nu need dem." You respond softly, pushing them back with the Suit's 'nose'. "Uni happy to be wit' Fwuffies, nu need Pwesents."
>"Bwiefs ... wan gif Pwesents to Uni. Wan Uni teww Bwiefs if his is One Twue Special Fwiend?" The Stallion asks hopefully, peering up at you with giant, trusting eyes.
>Oh Fucking Hell.
>Make a show of sniffing 'Briefs' all over, and then noisily sigh.
>"Uni sowwy, Bwiefs, buh yuu nu Uni's One Twue Special Fwiend." You apologise, pushing the shiny 'presents' back to him a second time. "Buh yuu vewy pwetty Fwuffie. Uni sure dat Bwiefs find Special Fwiend who wuv Bwiefs vewy much."
>Briefs sighs and whimpers, but you 'help' pick up the Shinies and stuff them back into the Stallion's fluff, and tell him once again he is a very pretty Fluffy.
>See a couple of Mares looking at him, then at you, then at Briefs again.
>"Bwiefs, is dere any Mare yuu wike like yuu wike Uni?" You ask softly as the little Stallion gives himself a shake to check that the Presents don't fall out.
>"Bwiefs ... wike Panty. Buh Panty aw'ways wan' biggah, toughie Fwuffies." Briefs sighs again, on the verge of tears. "Why? Wat Uni ask fow?"
>"Bwiefs wan Uni to tawk to Panty, ask her to gif Bwiefs chance to be Good Special Fwiend?" You offer.
>Can hear the Director having hysterics over the radio.
>Fuck it. If you're going to deal with this 'One True Special Friend' crap, you're going to deal with it your way!
>It takes some time, but you finally find this 'Panty', a beautiful blond Fluffy with a white mane and tail, and her sister 'Stockings', a Dark Blue Fluffy with bright pink mane and tail.
>Panty is trying to sidle up to Eddy, while Briefs hangs back at your hooves, whimpering.
>"H-h-h-how Bwiefs get Special Fwiend when Big Gween Fwuffy dere?" He sobs, leaning against your leg.
>Hmmm, good question. "Panty? Uni wan' tawk to yuu."
>"Gu 'way, Panty busy." She shouts back, not even looking as she tries to push her snout into 'Eddy's' sheath. "Woooo! Biggest Pokey Ting ever! Hey, Eddy, wan haf wide on Panty?"
>Jesus Eeeeeenfing Christ, no beating around the bush with this one, is there?
>Okay, the hell? Uni was designed over weeks of testing to be absolutely everything a Fluffy Pony would want in a friend ....
>"Panty, Eddy is busy, pwease, tawk to Uni an' Bwiefs?" You ask again, trying to sound pleasant and kind.
>Now she looks over, sizes you up, and sniffs. "Wha' yuu wan? Panty is Queen of dis Pawk, nu wan' tawk to Fat Mare."
>Hmmm. Owner is that big guy, talking to the Director. Massive African-American with an Afro you could hide a Humvee in.
>"An Bwiefs! Panty towd yuu, nu wike wusses! Be Big Fwuffie, den we haf Hugs." This 'Panty' is saying, spitting at Briefs who is cowering before her, sobbing that he 'wuvs' her.
>"Pfffft, who wan wuv, gif sweet nummies, gif shinies, o' gu way!" the purple-fluffed 'Stockings' adds, greedily lapping up stale soda from a knocked-over soft-drink can.
>"Bwief, Uni tink dese are Bad Fwuffies. We fin' yuu New Special Fwiends." You tell Briefs, who sobs and shuffles after you miserably. Hmmm .... nice Mares, which ones look ... AH!
>There! Two of them, sitting at the heels of a rather scary-looking man in a suit, both of them brilliant scarlet-coloured fluffies, one with a pale green mane and tail, a pegasus, the other with a pale blue mane and tail, a unicorn.
>"Dey wook nice. Maybe dat Hoomin wet dem pway with yuu?" You whisper, then shuffle over with Briefs.
>"Hewwo Sir! I Uni! Fwiend Bwiefs hewe wan ask, can pway wit' yuu Fwuffies?" You ask the man, Briefs peering around your legs and smiling hopefully.
>"Oh, of course we'll play with him, won't we girls?" The man smiles, quite frankly creeping you out with the way his smile looks more like a grimace.
>"Yes Daddy! Is Wule!" The Red Pegasus cheers, flapping her wings and grinning at Briefs. "Yuu come wit' Scanty an' Kneesowks!".
>"Is Wule, Big Sis, is wule!" The Red Unicorn adds, blushing slightly. "Bwiefs be guud sehr-vent Fwuffie! Nu pway wit' twashy Fwuffies nu moar!!"
>Yeah, whatever. Briefs is happy to play with Fluffies, and you're needed back on set.
>Shuffle back to your position and find you have no more fucks to give, because, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

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>You're a Dirty-Grey Earth Fluffy with an even dirtier Black mane and tail, walking as fast as you can to the north, part of a massive Herd that stretches as far back as you can see and beyond.
>Back when you were part of your Original Herd, you were called Dirt, because no matter what you did or how many times you jumped in the Water Holes, your Fluff seemed to attract dirt all on it's own. Now you're just 'Fwuffie', like everyone else.
>Across the highway is another, equally massive Herd, full of Meanie Fluffies who say that Uni loves them more.
>You'd go over and give them owies, but the Desert Fluffies know that Biggest Meanest Monsters come roaring down the highway frequently, so it's best to conserve your strength for the day when the Meanie Herd is being incredibly Mean.
>As a Desert Fluffy, you know the surrounding regions quite well, but you've never had an adventure like this before....
>Follow the Black Hard Thing that Hoomins call the 'Highway', always follow it, never leave to follow down the smaller Black Hard Things, because they do not go 'North'. Find the Water Holes and have to stop Fluffies from pushing each other in.
>Have to force them to wait for their turn, and then have to make those who have had their fill of water keep moving. And with so many Fluffies, thousands of them, it's hard to make them stop fighting.
>The last water-hole, there was barely any water for the last few Fluffies, just very dirty water that they cried over, but drank anyways, because they were so hot and thirsty.
>These Cee-Tee Fluffies are real pains in your Poopie Place. They never work together like your Herd used to.
>And there's barely enough food for everyone now. Have to beat the Fluffies who try to eat everything, they are supposed to only have a mouthful of something and move on, so those behind them can eat too.
>You have had to beat a lot of Fluffies to get them to understand that if they eat all the nummies, then their friends behind them will have none.
>Then you had to keep driving them on when they tried to turn back and 'Gif Sowwy Huggies!' to their 'Fwiends'.
>Have to stay on your side of the road too, as there's a Mean Herd just as big on the other side, eating all the shrubs and grass and shouting that they love Uni more than you do.
>Want to fight the Mean Herd to prove you love Uni the most, but can't, Fluffies need to keep moving and go 'North' as fast as they can, and if you waste time fighting, then Uni might pick somebody else as her One True Special Friend.
>Fluffies whimper, some cry about being hot, about their hooves hurting, about wanting nummies, but nobody stops. Uni is waiting, at a magical place....
>Fluffies walk till it's too hot, then try to find shade to wait out the hottest part of the day.
>Some of the Herd's Cee-Tee Stallions say they have been walking for many turnings of the Sun, from a place full of Hoomins and Fluffies and Grass and Water, and it makes your head spin that they would abandon such a paradise.
>There's nothing out here but the blistering hot sun, the cruel, burning sand and small shrubs and patches of hard, bitter grass.
>And Snake-Munsta and Bug-Munstas and ... well, there's a lot of Munstas.
>Until She came along, you despaired of ever finding a way out of this hellhole.
>Uni ..... just remembering her makes your heart swell with longing, and you find the strength to push onwards just a little bit more.
>"Too wamm!" A Stallion near the front of the Herd shouts. He's right, the Sun is climbing so high it's nearly overhead ....
>Fluffies walk down into the bad-lands, and here is where you and you kin help these 'Cee-Tee' Fluffies find shelter.
>It's hard, there's more Fluffies than you can count, stretching back farther than you can see, but you try. Fluffy Mammas and Foals get the best shade, because they are the most vulnerable, then Mares, then Stallions.
>Everyone is so hot .... Fluff is bad when Fluffies get this hot, so everyone pants through their mouths to try and make the 'Wamm Bad Feww' to leave their bodies.
>Fluffies are warned about the Bug-Munstas and the Snake-Munstas, but some don't understand, or are too mean, and push into the rocks, looking for shelter.
>Hear them scream as the Munstas sting them. Fluffies flop about, howling and pooping and shrieking as the Bad Bites make them spit boo-boo juices and turn ugly colours.
>Fluffies cram in under shrubs, behind Tall Rocks, anywhere this is shade, and pant, flicking their tails and twitching their ears to try and make the Fly-Not-Friends who plague them go away.
>On the other side of the road, the Other Fluffies are shouting in dismay, apparently several of their Herd tried to take shelter behind a Prickly Green Plant, and got bad owies from the thin needles that cover it.
>Good. Don't like that Herd that is leading that mob of Cee-Tee Fluffies.
>Made it impossible for you to be with Uni. Were naughty, so Uni's Hoomins pulled you all away.
>You sigh and close your eyes, remembering how soft her fluff felt against your body, as the sun climbs higher into the sky, and the shade the Fluffies hide under shrinks ....
>"Yuu weft dem awone! Wun away to chase Uni! Why yuu weave yuu Hewd to chase Uni! Bad Fwuffies! Hewds wuv yuu, an' yuu wun away!"
>Whimper and try to forget the memory of Uni being so very angry with you. It's not your fault! She just .... you think of Uni, and then your Mares, but there's just no comparisson at all. Your Mares were small and scrawny and dirty, their ears ragged, their fluff full of dust and burrs.
>Touching Uni was like .... you don't know the words to describe it. It was like every good thing you ever wanted, and so many good things you never knew existed, all at once.
>Soft, clean, warm, pretty, good feels, nice smells....
>Sigh and try to block out the sounds of Fluffy Ponies complaining loudly, pushing and shoving each other as the shade shrinks and shrinks, forcing the hot, unhappy Fluffies ever closer together.
>But Uni is going 'North'.
>And you will follow her to the ends of the Land, you said so.
>You promised.

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>Well. Las Vegas....certainly more than you ever expected.
>Spent a week and a half here, doing 'adverts' for various businesses that think appealing to Fluffy Pony Owners is a sound business decision.
>Uni's getting the work out of her life here.
>Fluffies are brought out to meet her by their owners, get hugs, and 'help' with the adverts.
>Done everything from garages trying to sell fuel and repairs to specialty stores selling 'all natural' Fluffy Chow and even a Fluffy Pimp.
>Seriously?
>Don't think that one is going to see air-time.
>The three mares were quite beautiful ... and were wearing makeup, with ribbons tied through their manes.
>"How much yuu chawge?" They asked you, scowling at 'Uni'.
>That was surprising. Uni was designed to be adorable by Fluffy Pony standards, until you twigged that they saw Uni as a 'rival' for business.
>Only reason they weren't attacking was your size, otherwise you're sure that 'Uni' would have been showered with 'Sowwy Poopies!'
>Regardless, you're a professional, do the shoot, then BUG THE HELL OUTTA THERE.
>Prosti-Fluffies shouting at Pip and Eddy they can 'haf one on da howse!'
>Nononononono....
>Second-to-last Advert Shoot is ..... in a Casino.
>Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
>Well at least there'll be AC. Feel like a steamed dumpling at this stage.
>Whoever came up with the concept of a Latex Suit never worked in a desert, you're sure.
>'Uni' is given some chips, 'plays' some of the games and 'wins' bowls of Spaghetti.
>Big, heaped bowls of Spaghetti.
>Oh God.

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Set six weeks from posting date

>Be Natasha Goodaluv, again, and watch with bemusement as Eddy and Pip go out to meet the Fluffy Ponies and the Cows.
>Some wit decided to stuff a Feral herd with Bovine Hormones, and started to bottle Fluffy Pony Milk. Without the addition of specific foods, the milk has a tendency to have a very starchy taste, but with all the sweet, well-watered grass and high-sucrose fodder the Farmer feeds them, the milk is almost sickeningly sugary.
>Had a glass, can barely stand still. No wonder the little fluff-balls are so hyperactive if this is what they grow up on.
>Sammy has bought twelve bottles of the damn stuff. Swears it'll be better for everyone than the redbull they're going through. Might be healthier, but for fuck's sake, you feel like you're vibrating right now from the sugar-high.
>Oh God, the Mares in the fields have finally noticed Eddy and Pip are 'Stallions'.
>This ought to be good. Eddy is 'interviewing' the Mares, while Pip is having a natter with the Farmer who originally came up with the concept of Bottled Fluffy Milk, a scattering of Fillies and young Mares following in his wake and giggling loudly.
>In the fields outside the "Dairy Farmers of America" buildings, taking a well-earned break from the Uni-Suit as the madness starts.
>"Yuu big Fwuffy! Yuu haf Hewd?" The 'Smarty Friend' of this all-female Herd asks loudly, grinning at Eddy.
>Well, leering, but still.....
>"Eddy haf Hewd wit' Wittle Brudda Pip and Wittle Sistah Uni." Eddy rumbles at the Mares, who all squeak and squeal in delight.
>Seriously, did they have to build the suit so Eddy sounded like that? You understand the marketing pitch, to make Eddy sound as big and authorative as possible to make him popular with Earth Fluffy Ponies, but this is just ridiculous.
>"Wan join mah Hewd?" The Smarty Mare shouts eagerly, tail lifted into the air and waving back and forth.
>If you were closer, you'd bet you could smell the hormones flooding off her right now.
>Combination of a lack of males, rich food, constant hormone injections to make her produce milk all the time, and that has to be one ripe little Fluffy out there trying to be sexy as all hell.
>"For the record, if you two fuckers pop the suit's boner out there, I WILL beat you to death with your own fucking limbs." You hear the Director mutter into his head-set, and stifle the urge to giggle.
>"An yuu is nice Hoomin who gif miwk to Fwuffies at home?" Pip squeaks to the Farmer, who grins and nods, obviously only just resisting the urge to burst out laughing.
>Yes, the whole situation is absurd, just deal with it.
>"Aaaaah, yep, I started bottling Fluffy Ponies milk a few years ago when they wandered onto my property, thought there might be a market." The aging, balding man snorts and grins as he watches 'Eddy' desperately trying to outrun the Mares, who had all latched on to his belly fluff, squirming and wriggling.
>"WOOOOOOO!" You hear one Mare squeal in delight. Shit. SWAG has been launched...
>Director is making choking noises, and you swear you can hear the coffee mug in his hands cracking as his knuckles turn white.
>"Oh my God ... well, uh, focusing on the milk again...." The Farmer makes an half-muffled snort of laughter as Pip and he walk away from the train-wreck of Eddy and the Mares. "The milk is bottled and treated on my farm, filled with all the good things Fluffy Ponies need, and then sold all over the country. There's Fluffy Milk for Foals, Fluffy Milk for Adults, Fluffy Milk for the Elderly Fluffies. Hell, I even homogenize some for people too."
>"Yaaaaay! Nice Hoomin get Fwuffie Miwk fo' evewy Fwuffie an' dere Mummies an' Daddies!" Pip 'cheers', dancing from hoof to hoof, his wings flapping 'eagerly'.
>The Mares who followed pip also start dancing, delighted.
>"Yuu is Guud Fwuffies who make Miwk fo' otha Fwuffies!" Pip tells them, 'smiling' at them. "Yuu is wunnerful! Yuu is Best Fwuffies!"
>Mare cling to Pip's fluff and shout they love him, that they think he's 'wunnerful' too.
>Eddy has fallen over with much cursing, sending Fluffy Ponies flying.
>They rushed over to ask if he was okay, then saw the SWAG just lying there .... Fluffy Mares all crowd around, rubbing their back-ends on the exposed shaft, giggling and cooing, even as their Smarty Friend tries to back into the damn thing.
>"Nnnnnngh! So Big! Fwuffy gun' haf Best Speshaw Huggies!" She shouts loudly, grinding back as hard as she can, her face contorting hilariously as she tries to push all 2 feet of flanged latex horse wang into her tiny body.
>That does it. Everyone bursts into laughter or starts wolf-whistling.
>"Oh for the love of ... FROM THE TOP!" The Director yells, rubbing at his temples.
>Time till Spaghetti Land in Cleveland, Ohi opens ... 6 weeks from posting date.

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4 Weeks till Spaghetti Land in Cleveland, Ohi opens.

>Kansas City ..... By All The Gods, so many adverts.
>Uni's getting more mileage than you thought possible. Much as you  hate to admit it, the suit is incredible to hold up under this constant 'abuse' without the mechanisms failing.
>Doing a shoot at Saint Louis Lake, with the other two Suits.
>Redo of the 'Journey' song. Seems that Fluffies absolutely adore it.
>Apparently Las Vegas has had a surge of customers, with Fluffies in tow, and made a killing.
>Customers can either take their winnings ... or have free all-you-can-eat buffets for themselves and their Fluffy Ponies for a week.
>Naturally, people try to take the money, but the Fluffy Ponies break down into tears, and the Owners either boot the Fluffy, try to make it understand or give in to the Guilt.
>The other thing that's surprising is there's close to a million Fluffy Ponies following in your wake.
>Jesus Eeeenfing Christ. There's so many of them following the Freeway from Hollywood to Cleveland that satelites can pick them up.
>They're only just reaching Las Vegas now, according to the News Reports, a sprawling two-part Herd that shambles on morning and night, leaving a trail of weak or dead Fluffy Ponies in their wake.
>"We fowwowin' Uni!" One Fluffy Pony said on National Television, making the entire cast spit their coffee out in horror. "We fowwow Uni fow'evah! We wuv Uni! .... I wuv Uni mowst dou...."
>Cue the Feral Fluffies going into a screaming free-for-all as the Stallions jumped on the Smarty Friend, shouting that they themselves 'wuved' Uni more than anyone!
>Any complaints to the show get funneled down the line to the your Mystery Asshole Boss. Hope the bastard's ears are melting off from the enraged Fluffy Pony Owners whose babies have run away to follow their Idol.
>And there's scores of Abusers out there attacking the Herds, but apparently there were so many that a couple of flat-bed trucks actually went out of control when their wheels locked up with Fluff, and tipped over, crushing their inhabitants, who got 'Owie-Fixin'-Hugs' to make it all better.
>And promptly suffocated under thousands of Fluffies trying to fix their 'boo-boos'.
>Karma at work, ladies and gentlemen. You thought to yourself as you watched the police pry the Fluffy Ponies off the corpses.
>Las Vegas City Council apparently decided that it was a fantastic attention-getter, and has 'helped' the Fluffy Ponies by diverting them down the main 'strip' of road leading through town and blocking off the alleyways and side-streets.
>Show-Girls are holding signs saying "Uni went that way!" instead of working the tables, or under them.
>Lying bastards. They're just eager to see the Ferals leave, and possibly make their own Feral Fluffy Pony population disappear in the process.
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you can only imagine what the Ferals have had to go through .....

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>You hold up your son to the sky ... and weep bitter, bitter tears. The tears wash down into your dirty fluff, leaving two clean trails on your cheeks as the foal remains cold and stiff, despite your attempts to warm it with the morning sun.
>The Mare you had befriended on the way died, leaving you to look after the last of the babies you had given her one night when you couldn't stand the Hot-Naughty-Feels pulsing through you.
>Brandy died because the Mean Herd snuck across the road and ate all the nummies, marching all night long while your Herd slept.
>Your Herd kept following their side of the Road, too afraid of the Munstas to cross the Highway, too determined to stop and seek food further from the Highway's edge.
>Three days without food, and barely any water, and eventually she was too weak to move.
>Babies had been without milk for two days when the first, your daughter Gust, fell off her Mother's back and wouldn't get up.
>You and Brandy cried over her body so much, then left the Herd to take her and put her under a bush, where she could rest.
>You both knew she was Dead, but it made it easier to go on if you pretended she was just Sleeping.
>Then your son Brambles began to fall ill, and you tried everything you could think of to make him better.
>Hugs, half-chewed grass, some sweet berries you found and brought back for him to suck on, nothing worked.
>Bandy kept on telling you she was sorry, she was a "Bad Fwuffy Mumma". Told her she was the "Best Fwuffy Mumma evah, it not her fault if Meanie Hewd steaw nummies."
>Brandy didn't move the next day, still and cold even with you hugging her through the night, your son snuggled between you both, wheezing in his sleep.
>Now ... he's dead. He's dead. HE'S DEAD. You feel so hollow and empty inside as you bring his body down, staring at it and fighting the urge to break down and will yourself to join your Family in death.
>You made a promise ... not just to Uni, but to your Mare and your Babies that they would see Uni once again.
>Your heart breaks .... being a Fluffy Daddy was so .... so fulfilling! It made every day wonderful to be alive, to know your Babies were waiting for you to play with them, teach them to be Good Fluffies.
>You told them about Uni, the Biggest, Most Beautiful (after their Mumma) and most Magical Unicorn Fluffy who was leading Fluffies to a Magical Place.
>Fluffies who joined you from the Cee-Tees said it was 'Sketti Wand', a place of endless Spaghetti, where Fluffies could play all day with Nice Hoomins who loved them, ride on toys made just for Fluffies, even find homes for themselves with the Nice Hoomins.
>How the babies' eyes lit up when they heard that, how your Mare sighed happily, all their hunger and pain forgotten for a few blissful moments.
>Now ... you have but one child left. A small, pale brown Fillie with a shockingly bright-red mane and tail. Brandy the Second.
>She's the only one that has managed to hold on to life, the only one that didn't fall sick from the lack of nummies, even though you can feel her ribs clearly when you give her Huggies.
>She's sitting there, dry-eyed and staring at her Brother, her face inscrutable.
>"Baybeh ... we aww dat weft of Famiwy." You whisper to her, placing your boy reverently down under a bush, tears still falling from your eyes.
>"Fwuffie know. Fwuffie miss Mumma, miss Sissy, Miss Brudda." She whispers back, closing her eyes and sighing, sounding so much older than her single week of life could possibly suggest. "Buh we goin', Daddy? We goin' to see Uni, yes?"
>Sigh and sob and laugh all at the same time, and let her climb up onto your back.
>"Yes, Baybeh, we gon' see Uni. Daddy pwomise, an' Mumma wan' hew Baybehs see Uni too, pway with Uni and eats wots of Sketti." You whisper to her as you shuffle off to rejoin the Herd, leaving your son to 'Sleep' alongside his Mother under a prickly bush that will keep the Munstas from hurting them further.
>As evening falls, you are all but falling over from weariness, but your daughter has had some nummies, where a nice Hoomin had pulled up in a Fast Box Munsta and was distributing water and sweet nummies to the Fluffies.
>"You keep going, you brave little things." She said, her face all wrinkled, smiling down at you as she handed out buttered peanut-butter-jelly sandwiches, which the Herd dutifully broke down into bite-sized pieces, ate their share, and shuffled on after hugging the Nice Hoomin's ankles.
>There's a lot of Nice Hoomins coming out now, saying they love Fluffy Ponies, want to see them make it to Sketti Wand.
>Without them, you'd be dead by now, you're sure.
>Some have Fluffies living with them in their Moving Safe Places, who cheer at you as well, saying they are going on ahead, and will be waiting for you at 'Sketti Wand'.
>It's later that evening when you find the first of the Mean Herd, broken and bleeding, screaming about "Bad Hoomins who gif huwties!"
>They are quickly given Biggest Owies, and their bodies are rolled away from the road so that the Foals don't see them. They are Evil Fluffies who stole your nummies, and want to be Special Friends with Uni.
>You once wanted to be like that. To make Uni your Special Friend, and yours alone.
>Brandy changed that. Brandy filled your heart in ways that Uni never did.
>You still love Uni, but Brandy will always live in your heart. You want to find Uni still, but so that she can teach your daughter to be a Good Fluffy too.

TO BE CONCLUDED.....