Don't Cross the Ocean, for She will Double-cross You

GayNiggerFromOuterSpace, July 22, 2016; 22:56 / FB 40169
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Don't Cross the Ocean, for She will Double-cross You
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written by that there orbiting homo sapiens homo negroid

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A green fluffy pony groggily came to, blinking its eyes and raising its head to look around. What happened? Where was it? Other fluffies could be heard, some crying and whimpering, others flat out screaming, "Mummah, mummah! Hewp!" "Nu da wawa!" "Buwnies! Hab buwnies!"

The fluffy cleared his vision finallly, and looked around to see chaos. Flaming wreckage littered the water around him, and he realized he was laying on a piece of wood or something, with one leg in the water, and he quickly scrambled to get more securely onto the debris. There were various other fluffies scattered around on other pieces of debris, some alive, some dead, some injured. There were several floating in the water directly, and the fluffly knew that they had taken forever sleepies, as water was bad for fluffies.

He tried to remember what happened, he had been captured by some humans along with his herd, and all loaded into a giant sorry box with many many other fluffies, and the next series of forevers were spent in constant motion. There was much crying and shitting, as it was dark and stuffy in their container, and there was little room to move around, much less stand comfortably. Some of the smaller fluffies and foals that were slightly too large to ride on their mummahs or daddehs likely suffocated or were crushed underfoot by the rest of the fluffies in the box. At one point, their entire world was lifted high in the air, causing extra screaming of "NUUU BAD UPSIES" and "TUU HIGH!" "Mummah! Mummah!", and fresh volleys of scardy poops and piss everywhere.

And then, with a loud THUNK, they descended and stopped, and the screaming slowly decrescendoed into whimpering and sniffling. After another long many forevers, they began moving again, although slowly, and picked up speed before settling into a more or less constant movement.

More forevers passed, fluffies were still crying and scared "Tu dawk, nu can see" "Where mummah? Nee miwkies..." "Nu smeww pwetty, nu wan mowe bad poopies", and the motion of their new home began rocking, as horrible crashing noises slammed into the walls.

"SCREEEE!!" "TUU WOWD!!" "WYYYYY???" "SCAWY WAWAS!!"

The green fluffy remembered vaguely feeling water splash onto him and those around him, but after that, it was a blur, and he had awoken where he was presently.

They were adrift in a vast unending blue horizon, nothing but ocean in any direction, the remains of the vessel they'd been unknowingly riding slowly sinking into the sea with the remaining unlucky, or lucky, passengers... well... more like cargo.... being dragged down into the depths. The currents from the wind and also the sinking barge pulled the survivors and their garbage flotilla screaming together, crashing them into each other.

"EEEEEEE, weggies, nuu!" screamed a pink mare, pinned between part of a crate and a piece of floating fiberglass shell, crushing her lower body. "Huwties! Hewp! Speciaw fwen!" She looked around, only to see a red and white stallion face down in the ocean, trapped in the whirlpool caused by the last of the ship slipping below the surface. "NUUUUU! Not wike dis!! Not wike diiis!" she screamed, cursing her fate, as she remained trapped, but alive. Others scrambled around the debris island, trying to find footings and safety in the chaos, and finally after some time, their trash-boat stopped moving long enough for everyone to calm down and pass out from exhaustion. The green stallion made sure he was fully on his section of the raft and then allowed his body to give up.

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Again, the green fluffy groggily opened his eyes, and looked around, seeing what the fuck had happened. The luck-forged liferaft had held together, and mostly still held all the survivors of the initial incident, as well as the drawn out sinking. The pink mare was still alive, somehow, likely kept together by the various things trapping her crushed body. Several other fluffies were trying to free her from her prison by grabbing her front legs and scruff, and pulling.

"SCREEEEEEE!" the mare could only scream, as any movement or pressure on her lower half sent agony rippling through her shattered body.

The green fluffy wobbled over, and hoarsely yelled "Stawp, dummehs" but his voice was too ragged from thirst and his own screams of fear during the whole incident, that none heard him, even as he got up the group of "rescuers" and tried to stop them.

However, there was soon a sickening pop, and a splat, and the mare came loose from where she was pinned, flopping onto the "deck" of their raft, a large piece of honeycombed fiberglass shell crushed together with assorted pieces of foam insulation, wood, and stray flat pieces of metal and plastics. The mare tried to scream more, but had gone raw, and as her body went into shock, her "saviors" watched in horror as they realized half of her was just not there, and tummy skettis had poured out of her, making a huge mess.

"Nu mean tu gib foweber sweepies! Su sowwy! Huggies make... Huggies... Huuuu, su sowwy, su sowwy, sowwy fwuffy! Huu huu huuuuu!"

The green fluffy coughed and tried to speak again, "Wha happen? Wy in da wawas?"

One of the rescuers, a blue unicorn, spoke up in between sobs over the now dead pink mare, "Don knu, was in da scawy dawkies sowwy box, den was a big woud noise, biggest noisey eber, den next ting fwuffy knu, was here..."

The survivors managed to gather, as close to the center of their trash-boat as they could, on recommendation of the green fluffy, who remembered his name was Beans, and the blue unicorn, Wilson, who was probably a smarty, and from crying sobbing recountings, the other fluffs were able to piece together that they were loaded onto some kind of boat and sent out into the ocean, before some terrible force tore apart the craft and killed most of them, the remaining creatures finding themselves in a Kevin Costner-esque hell, although that reference would be lost on them.

"Wat do?" asked a small foal, yellow, and slightly bleeding from its side. "Babbeh nee miwkies but mummah go in da wawas an...an... huuuuuuu..."

Other foals said similar things, wanting mummahs and miwkies, and not wanting forever sleepies, the usual. The handful of adult fluffies were somewhat surprised any foals managed to survive the initial voyage. Beans and Wilson had discussed some of the less pleasant details, including the various accidental crushings and shit-drownings that happened prior to the sinking. Really, the fact that any of them lived at all was a downright miracle. But, they were far from safe, as the hot sun beat down on the dozen or so survivors. Beans and Wilson took charge, and there were eight other mostly grown/adult fluffies, a lavender mare with a white mane, two young stallions of different shades of orange, one an earthy and the other a unicorn, a white pegasus mare with a green mane, a light green pegasus stallion, a dark blue young earthy mare, a brown earthy stallion, and a red earthy stallion. There were 6 foals of varied colors, aside from the yellow one.

"Tu hawt..." the dark blue mare whined, laying down and panting in the midday sun. They had a small overhang of a smashed pallet to hide under to get in the shade, and there was barely enough room for a few of them underneath it before the collective body heat became worse than the beating sunlight. Occasionally, a breeze drifted by, but at this point, the air was stagnant, and the group slowly broiled.

The dark blue mare and the brown stallion were faring the worst, and were given the luxury of being under the ghetto awning, which barely helped.

The brown stallion, who had been frighteningly silent for quite some time, abruptly stood up, stared at Beans, and vomited, before collapsing, dead. The dark blue mare squeezed her eyes shut, weeping, "Tuuuuu haaawt...nu wan foweber sweeps... but tu hawt..." she slowly got to her feet and began walking.

"...Bwackbewwy, where yu goin? Tu sunnies out hewe..." Wilson asked, weakly.

"...Bwackbewwy nee bweafies..." she said, distantly, and slowly began plodding away from the group, and solemnly and calmly walked to the edge of the raft and without slowing down, stepped off the edge, disappearing into the water.

"...WAT..." Beans said, loudly, looking over at Wilson, confused.

Wilson sat there, mouth agape, with no answer.

Elsewhere on the raft, the lavender mare, Lilac, had found another patch of shade, nestled in a folded piece of plastic casing of some kind, and reluctantly nursed the foals with whatever she had, as her own foals had disappeared somewhere. She sang to them, half-heartedly, to try and calm her own fears as well as theirs. The white and green pegasus, Minty, had tried to help feed the foals as well, but had naught but a few mouthfuls for the wounded yellow foal, who reminded her of hers who had died during her capture, so she instead took to trying to clean the yellow foal's wound. Lilac's weak song floated along the stale air.

"Mummuh wuv babbehs, eben if dey oddah mummah's babbehs
Mummah gib babbehs huggies... an...
Dwink da miwkies, babbehs, an gw- uh... gwow big an... huu
Miwkies gud foh babbehs... Skettiwand gud foh babbehs, tu...
Babbehs nu dwink miwkies, an go tu Skettiwand...Sweep foweber wiff... miwkies...an...
Huu huuu... miwkies nu am foh babbehs, am foh babbehs, but mummah babbehs nu... HUUU!"

The nursing foals had stopped suckling halfway through the song, fear overriding their instinct to drink, and they started sobbing. "Nu wike dat songies, nyu mummeh...Tu scawy..."

One of the foals, a gray earthy, had decided to explore the raft, and in doing so, served to dehydrate himself more than if he'd just stayed put like the rest of the dejected flotsam. "Su thiwsty...Nee wawas... Dere su much wawas..." He bent down to a puddle of seawater that had splashed up and collected in a divot in the fiberglass, and lapped up a few mouthfuls before spitting it out and crying "YEeeecccckkkk, nu taste pwetties!"

Wilson quickly looked over, and scolded the foal "Don dwink da sea wawas, it weally bad foh fwuffies! Nu am gud wawas, am bad, wowstes wawas! Yu dwink it, yu gon take foweber sweeps fasties!"

"Huuuu...Su tiwsty doe, nee wawas... Nee dwinkies..."

The adults all knew they were screwed without food or drink, and with how quickly the dark colored fluffs had perished in the hot sun, hope and positivity was hard to come by. Beans contemplated following in Blackberry's footsteps and hurling himself into the ocean to end it all, but he decided he was too tired and too scared.

One of the orange stallions, the earthy, named Flame, decided that his thirst was too great, and slowly crawled to the edge of the raft.

"Fwame, don do it..." Wilson pleaded. "Wisten tu Wiwson, Wiwson's owd daddeh was a saiwah. Big wawas am bad wawas..." But his pleas fell on deaf ears, as Flame nearly dunked his head into the cold seawater, slurping it down with gusto, despite the horrendous saltiness.

"Nu taste pwetty..." Flame sighed, coughing and sputtering, although somewhat cooled from the soon to be poisonous beverage.

"Yu dummeh. Fwame jus kiww Fwame." Wilson looked over at the panting gray foal, and said, "Yu watch, smawty Wiwson teww yu."

Flame seemed somewhat ok, though, at least for a while, and the sun mercifully began to set. Flame soon found himself going back to the raft's edge to drink again, however. And again. And again, and again. The other orange stallion, the unicorn, named simply 'Orange' had seen this, and in his delirium from heat exhaustion, made up his mind that it must be the most delicious water ever.

"Fwame gon dwink aww da wawas, an nu wet Owange hab any." He crawled over to Flame and tried to yell at him, "Fwame, dis am Smawty's wawas, yu stahp dwinkin ow gon get bigges owies!"

Wilson looked over at the tired Beans, who was flopped on his back in an attempt to expose as much of himself to any passing breeze, and Beans looked over to meet his gaze, then followed it over to the orange fools bickering over the endless ocean.

"Dere pwenty ob wawas, Fwame nu steaw, jus su tiwsty, nee dwink wots, moufies su dwy an huwties... nu feew pwetties..."

"Dummeh Wiwson twy an keep aww da wawas but Smawty Owange see Fwame dwinkin so mus be tasty! Dummeh Wiwson! Dis Smarty's wawa!" Orange called over, pushing Flame aside, and bending down to drink.

And as quickly as he did, a large SPLASH coupled with a gray blur resulted in Orange disappearing from the raft in an instant. A small red cloud in the water was all that remained, as all the fluffies looked on in horror. The gray foal began crying harder, and Flame just began laughing maniacally.

"We gon sweepies hewe. We aww deadies. Nu hope. Nu Skettis. Nu miwkies, huggies. Onwy sweepies," Flame cackled, laughing so hard he began vomiting. Then the diarrhea came.

Wilson looked at everyone and said sternly, as Flame convulsed and shat and puked, "Dat wy yu don dwink da big wawas."

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Somehow, they managed to get to sleep without dying, and with the sun below the horizon, the oppressive heat took a break, replaced with a mild cool breeze. However, the breeze soon turned into a wind, and then a storm, causing a renewed panic in the stranded critters.

"WAINS! Gwab da babbehs an get unda da woodies!" screamed Beans at the surviving mares, stallions, and foals. Lilac managed to snag two foals and army crawl over to the pallet overhang, which was the highest safe-ish part on the raft. The white mare, Minty, called to the light green stallion, before kicking him a few times, then realized he was long dead. Grabbing the crying, wounded yellow foal in her mouth, she fought the wind and rain to get to the pallet, but a gust caught her offguard and sent her tumbling far in the wrong direction.

"SCREEEEEEEEE!!" shrieked the foal, flailing hard, tearing open its scabbed wound, as they rolled, getting trapped by a piece of foam insulation, which had become heavy and saturated with the torrent of rain. Minty wept, and with her last bit of strength, hurled the screaming foal back up toward the rest of the group.

"WIVE, YEWWOW BABBEH! WIVE AN GWOW BIG AN STWONG!" Minty screamed, as the winds and waves dislodged the debris underneath the heavy soaked foam, which quickly surged into the sea and flipped, catapaulting her into the water before slapping down on top of her.

And the yellow foal soared through the air, screaming and shitting whatever it had left, in a perfect arc towards the safety of the pallet, where it promptly landed on its head, breaking its neck and killing it instantly. The other stallion, a red earthy, was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if he had been forgotten.

Beans huddled close to Lilac and the foals, and Wilson managed to get back to them with the gray foal, and they could do nothing but wait and hope. Maybe pray, if they're that kind of fluffy. The storm shook and rocked the trash-boat, knocking loose sections of it and sending them off into the depths or through the air, yet in their pocket, things were wedged together in just the right way to stay together and stay afloat. Beans eventually blacked out.

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Gasping awake, Beans snapped his head up, and looked around to see Lilac out on the fiberglass part of their raft, greedily slurping up rainwater from a giant scoop where it had gathered. The body of the yellow foal still lay crumpled where it had landed, and Wilson sat cradling the gray foal in his hooves, staring off into the distance. The gray foal was dead, having drowned when it heard the rain start, in an attempt to drink it by looking up and opening its mouth. Beans extracted himself from the pallet cove and carefully walked down to where Lilac and the two foals were drinking.

"Beans! Am gud wawas! Nu am bad sawty wawas!" Lilac exclaimed, and Beans tentatively bent down to take a lick, and sure enough, it was safe. He called back to Wilson, snapping him out of his guilt-coma, and the survivors drank fresh cool rainwater, a reprieve from their past few hours of hell.

Beans and Wilson carefully climbed up on top of the pallet cove, to look at what was left of their raft, and determined that about half of it had been lost in the storm. They could see patches of color dotted around various places in the debris, however, and Wilson sighed, before saying what Beans had been thinking.

"Fwuffees gon need nummies. Dose fwuffees wif foweber sweepies can hewp us wive wongah, but gon need to gwab," Wilson said, solemnly.

Beans, nodded, and the two looked down through the slats of the pallet to Lilac below, who had barely heard them, but understood, and nodded. Beans and Wilson began gathering the dead for their emergency food pile.

The two foals were easy, and the light green stallion was easy to get to, though he was heavy and water-logged, but the two stallions managed to drag him up and over to their shelter. The two surviving foals buried themselves deep in Lilac's fluff and sobbed. The remains of the pink mare from early on had somehow not washed away, and had become wedged in a corner of the raft, and while there was not much good meat on her, they were not about to waste anything, and exhausted themselves to extract her, dragging the mangled body back to the pallet cove. Trying to shield it from the foals, Wilson attempted to tuck her underneath a small piece of aluminum, as an absolute last resort emergency meal, but as he kicked her into the small space, the metal gave way and slid into the sea, taking her body with it.

"POOPIES! WOWSTES POOPIES AN SHITS!" Wilson screamed, frustrated and exhausted.

Beans tried to calm him down, but Wilson wouldn't have it, "NU! Need aww da nummies we can find! Wiwson tink saw da red fwuffy on da odda end, nee to get befowe da wawas take him... Come on..."

Beans was upset and uneasy, but Wilson was right, and the two carefully made their way over to where the body of the red stallion lay, on a loosely attached chunk of fiberglass hull. Wilson carefully balanced on the edge of the hull, as Beans grabbed the body by the leg and slowly pulled, and as the red stallion's torso came off the fiberglass and onto the rest of the raft, Beans struggled with the weight. Wilson instinctively whipped around and began to push, the extra effort helping nudge the body over the lip it was caught on. Suddenly, the red stallion's body came to life, and began screaming, and kicking, flailing in Beans' mouth, knocking him backwards, and kicking loose the piece of hull Wilson now stood on.

The red stallion's awakening was short lived, as he slid screaming into the water, where he almost immediately sank, and was snagged by a passing dark shape just under the surface. Beans looked to his left, but Wilson wasn't there, even though only a moment had passed. He looked to his right, and saw Wilson slowly drifting out of reach, seated on the fiberglass hull, a sad resigned smirk on his face.

"NU! WIWSON! GON SABE YU!" Beans shouted, trying to reach out to him, but it was a losing game of inches. He tried to find somewhere with a decent footing, but his friend just drifted farther away.

"WIWSON! NUUU! WIWSON, COME BACK! WIWSON, YU CANT WEAVE US! WIWSON! HUUUU HHUUUUUU!!!"

Wilson just looked on, sad smile on his face, as he drifted off, carried by the current. Beans just wept.

"Wiwson...come back..." Adrenaline surged and he jumped up, tears streaming down his face, "WIWSON! SU SOWWY WIWSON! WIWSON, SU SOWWY! NU CAN SABE YU! FWIEND! ... Fwiend....sowwy..."

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Days passed. Beans and Lilac had eaten the dead foals and nearly all of the body of the light green stallion before he became too rancid to choke down. The two surviving foals had begun complaining about Lilac's milk tasting "sad" but chugged it down anyway, as it was all they had. The rainwater soon dried up, and they searched all over the debris island for any secret pockets of leftover freshwater, but they were few and far between, and even then, were quickly depleted, or soon turned brackish with the waves.

Hope was pretty much dead and buried, Blackberry's actions still lingered in the back of Beans' mind as an alternative to starvation, dehydration, or exposure, but Lilac and the foals prevented him from doing it. To think, how many rejected foals and exiled "special friends" he'd known in his time, for the stupidest reasons, and here he was, with a mare he'd never met before, with foals that weren't his or hers, and probably not even the same age or related, and they were living as a family. Loving all babbehs, everyone got milkies and love, and huggies, despite the hellish circumstances. They were a happy little family. And they were all going to die.

"...Beans..." Lilac whispered, snapping him from his existential dread. "Wut dat ovah dere?"

Beans shakily pulled himself up and climbed out of the pallet cove, trying to see what Lilac was talking about.

He squinted. What was that? It looked like... was it one of those human things? What was it called, a boat? It was so far away, it looked so small, but it was heading right toward them.

"Wiwac, mebbe hoomans, mebbe dey can sabe us..." Beans thought for a moment, and with renewed vigor, began searching through the wreckage for something long, finding it in a twisted piece of hard plastic trim, and he dragged it over to the pallet.

"Nee hewp, an gon be yikkies nu pwetty. Gwab da gween nummies fwuffy..."

A short time later, Beans and Lilac somehow managed to skewer the remaining pelt and body of the bright green dead as shit stallion onto the long piece of plastic, and fasten it onto the top of their garbage-barge as a morbid flag of "OH GOD PLEASE HELP FOR CHRIST SAKES"

The ship seemed to notice, and began to turn even more towards them.

"Dey comin! Dey see fwuffies! Gon sabe!" Lilac squealed. Beans couldn't help but smile, too exhausted to do anything more, and the foals weakly cheered and tried to dance. The ship was coming to save them. Soon, they'd be safe and dry, with food and water that wasn't disgusting, rotten, or salty. Really soon, actually, because the ship was coming pretty quickly, now. And right at them. Beans stopped smiling.

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"Captain, there's some kind of debris off starboard, looks like it might be from a wreck, should we investigate?" the first mate asked.

"Yeah, we'd better. Can you see anything on the scope?" The captain answered.

"No, not yet, still a bit far off. It looks like there's some kind of brightly colored thing though, it's hard to say..."

"Well, no harm in diverting over that way. 10 degrees to starboard."

"Aye aye."

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"Captain, the brightly colored object seems to have been hoisted up, that must be a wreck with survivors!"

"Oh, shit, 10 more degrees to starboard, radio, see if there's any reports of a wreck ASAP, let's get over there meantime," the captain ordered.

The radio beeped. "Captain, there was a scuttle in some nearby coords, but it was unmanned. That's all I could find," said the radio guy...sailor.

The captain furrowed his brow, and his first mate piped up, "Captain, I can see movement on the debris pile, there, it looks like a couple of fluffies, sir."

"...Fluffies?" the captain asked, puzzled. He looked at the navigation screen and his compass, and did a few calculations, before issuing the command to his crew.

"5 more degrees to starboard, full speed ahead."