Fluffy mark gone wrong

>You are a happy fluffy pony in your safe room.
>You and the other fluffies are in your rest time so daddy can relax.
>You and babbling to yourself and pushing blocks around when you feel strange.
>You feel your backside change and you see a faint glow come from it.
>You look back and you see you have got your fluffy mark!
>”Huwway! Fwuffy haf fwuffy mawk!” The other fluffies start looking at you.
>You look closer and see your fluffy mark is a bowl of spaghetti.
>”Yay! Fwuffy spechul tawent is eating sketties!”
>You sit back and clap happily proud of your new fluffy mark.
>”Sketties? Whewe sketties?”, “Fwuffy hungy, wan sketty!”, “Whewe nummies?” the other fluffies start to say.
>”Siwwy fwuffies, no sketties. Fwuffy haf fwuffy maw-“
>”Der sketties!” One say pointing at your fluffy mark.
>”Nuu, dat fwuffy mawk. Dat nuu…AHHHH!” You yell as the first fluffy runs up and bites your fluffy mark.
>You jump up and try to get away, “Nuuu! No sketties! Fwuffy haf fwuffy mawk!”
>The other fluffies surround you, “Yoo bad fwuffy! Yoo twy keep sketties!”
>You try to run to the blanket nest to hide but the others catch up.
>They ravenously start to bite your rear area trying to eat the bowl of spaghetti that magically appeared on your flanks.
>”See, fwuffy hide sketty. We get sketty juice now says a fluffy seeing red juice flowing.
>They continue to eat as the downed fluffy slowly quits fighting.
>The daddy comes in later and finds a half eaten fluffy in the middle of the floor.