Princess Eighteen

>"WHY. WON'T. YOU. STOP. DYING!!"
>"Sowwy, daddy..." Princess Seventeen's eyes water as she bleeds out.
>"How did glass even get in your food bowl, you stupid bitch?!"
>Your precious fluffy pony doesn't reply.  She's gone.
>You add her to the pile.
>You need a new one.  NOW.
>As you climb in the car, you hurl the burlap sack in the trunk.
>God it reeks.
>Back to the woods.
>The herd of ferals must be catching on.  They move further and further into the forest every night.
>After hours of following the atrocious smell of their waste, you find them in a cave.
>All huddled together for warmth.  There isn't a single one not touching another.
>Crap, this will be a tricky catch.
>You look for a unicorn, any unicorn.  You picked the last pink one a long time ago.  Now you can't be choosy.
>Finally, you see a little stub of a horn in the middle of the fucking pile.
>God dammit.
>You very, very carefully pull the outside ponies aside.  So slowly, so carefully.
>They squirm, they whimper a little as their body heat escapes from the collective group.
>But they don't wake up.
>Finally, you can just reach in and grab your precious new fluffy pony.......
>"MUNSTAH!" one of them shrieks.  They all wake with a jump.
>The single greatest passing of fluffy poop and urine takes place.
>A cacaphony of fluffy screams and cries.
>"Munstah has fwend!"  "Hewp!  Hewp fwuffy!"  "Fwuffy scawred!  No huwt fwuffy, mean munstah!"  "Fwuffy no smew pwetty!"  "Munstah is scawry, hewp!"  "Poopie in fwuffy eyes!  Dark!  No smew pwetty!"  "Owie!  Can't see!  Wun!  Wun!"
>You cackle maniacally, drudging through the swarming sea of fluffy ponies as they run, scream, cry, cower, piss and shit all over your feet and legs.
>Throw the unicorn in the burlap sack.
>Finally, you escape the cave and run all the was back to your car.
>Burlap sack is crying the whole way.
>"Munstah, pwese wet fwuffy go!  Fwuffy wan' fwends!  No smew pwetty in here!  Pwese, no huwt fwuffy!"
>As you speed down the road, her cries just turn into endless wailing and sobbing.
>This is it, you realize.  That was the last unicorn in that herd, and there isn't another herd for miles.
>You MUST keep her alive.
>"Don't worry, Princess Eighteen," you sing happily, "You'll be with your new herd soon!"