The End

>you are a foal
	>and you are about to have the longest sleepies
	>you lost one of your leggies, and both of your wingies, and the boo-boo juice just won’t stop coming
	>you can hardly remember how, but you shut your eyes tightly, ignoring the tears and rain streaming down your face, and try to recall it



	>it was still bright time when it all started
	>”Mummeh wuv babbehs!”
	>your mommy’s voice is so nice, and happy
	>you love your mommy, just as much as she loves you
	>of course, you and her both have enough love to go around to your other brother, and your sissy
	 >from what you can tell, they both look like the big, smelly thing right next to your box
	>mommy said it was a “dummstah”
	>you can’t really say it yourself, but all you know is that is smells icky
	>but your brother and sissy don’t, and that’s a very good thing
	>you wouldn’t want to sleep next to an icky smelling brother or sissy!
	>mommy’s really hard to talk about
	>you haven’t seen anything that looks like her yet
	>she must be really special!
	>mommy, however, says that you look like ‘sketties’, and that you have ‘pwetty wingies’
	>you don’t know what those are, but the word makes you feel all happy and tingly inside
	>mommy says it’s the best thing in the world, right next to her babies
	>if just the word ‘sketties’ makes you this happy, mommy must love you a whole lot to say that!
	>and the fact that she thinks your little wingies are pretty is so nice of her!
	>anyways, you’re having the time of your life just romping around outside of your box house
	>you, your brother, and your sissy are all playing a game of ‘Tag’
	>it’s a game that mommy taught you
	>you have to run as fast as you can, and try to get another fluffy
	>but when you get them, you have to run away as fast as you can!
	>naturally, you all tend to forget the rules as the game goes on, but it always ends in laughs and hugs all around
	>you love playing Tag with your brother and sissy
	>and you love them, too!
	>right now, you need to catch one of them
	>who to go after, your brother or sissy?
	>you pick sissy, and run as fast as you can
	>you can’t run very fast, but you do it as quickly as you can
	>sissy is starting to slow down, and so are you
	>but you need to catch up!
	>you flap your wingies really hard, and move your hoofsies really fast
	>with the last bits of your strength, you run as quickly as you can go, and put your hoofsie on sissy’s head
	>”Taggie, sissy!”
	>you turn to run away, but you feel her hoofsie touch your tail
	>”Taggie!”
	>by the time you realize what happened, sissy’s already running away again!
	>ooh, that sneaky sissy, tagging you when you weren’t ready
	>you’ll just have to run away faster next time
	>you begin to run again, chasing after your brother this time
>the three of you play for a really long time, until its dark time
>of course, you want to play a bit more, but you all know the big, big rule
>’Nu go ouh bocks housie when dawk tihme!’ is what mommy always says to you
>it’s a dummy rule, but mommy said it keeps you safe, and you trust mommy
>so you call your brother and sissy back into the box, like mommy always does
>she’d do it normally, but she’s taking sleepies right now
>as a matter of fact, you want to take sleepies, too
>you’re really tired from all the Tag
>brother and sissy snuggle up next to you, in the fluff my mommy’s tummy, and start to fall asleep
>soon enough, you begin to take sleepies, too


>RAWWWWWWWWRRRRRR
>what was that?!
>you’re jolted from your sleepies by the monster noise, and you start to feel the saddy water in your eyes
>you look around, trying to see the monster, but it’s so dark you can’t make anything out!
>mommy can help
>she always helps!
>”Mummeh! Munstah! Munstah!”
>you try to stay as quiet as you can, but you say it just loud enough for mommy to wake up
>she slowly opens her eyes, and starts to look around
>”Munstah…?!”
>she looks around a bit more
>”Nu munstah, babbeh. Yuu juss’ haf bad sweepies.”
>mommy gives you a big hug and goes back to sleepies
>you didn’t have bad sleepies!
>you know you heard a monster!
>you’re angry and scared that mommy didn’t believe you
>but then you see them
>eyes
>scary, glowing, yellow monster eyes
>they’re moving all around right next to your box house!
>you shake mommy again, and keep on whispering “munsta” into her ear over and over again
>”Babbeh, dere nu munstah-“
>she sees the monster eyes too!
>you hope mommy knows what to do
>you all need to hide from the monster, make sure that-
>”WUN, BABBEHS! WUN!”
>mommy gets up really fast, and your brother, sissy, and you go tumbling down!
>your leggie hurts a bit now, but, like mommy said, you need to run!
>the monster’s seen you by now, so all you can do is run or fight him
>but you can’t fight a monster!
>you have to!
>for your family
>”Bwuddah! Sissy! Wun! Wike taggies! Wun!”
>your brother and sissy do exactly as you told them, and run, far, far away
>the monster isn’t going after them, though!
>because he’s giving mommy the biggest ouchies!
>”Mummeh! Nuuu!”
>”Wun, babbeh! Mummeh wuv yuu!”
>you have to help mommy!
>”Dummy munstah! Babbeh gif ouchies!”
>you run, but not away from the monster
>you charge him
>but then the monster grabs you in his mouth, by your wingies!
>he shakes you around a whole lot, and you can feel your wingies coming off!
>it hurts so bad!
>your pretty wingies, your pretty sketties fluff, all of it is being taken away by the monster!
>you can hear your mommy crying out to you
>”Nu! Dat pwetty babbeh! Gud babbeh! Nu hewt!”
>you want to tell the monster not to hurt you too, but all that’s coming out are loud sad noises
>”Mummeh hewp babbeh!”
>mommy runs up and grabs some of your leggies with her bitey things!
>it hurts just as bad as the monster’s bitey things!
>”Hewp…BABBEH!”
>mommy yanks on your leggies really hard and you can feel your wingies come all the way off, and one whole leggie too
>you fly out of the monster’s and mommy’s mouths and flop onto the ground
>you collapse and cry as hard as you can
>it hurts so, so bad
>through your saddy-water eyes you can see the monster hurting mommy even worse than before
>she’s not making any noise anymore
>you get up to your leggies and try to run away as fast as possible
>it’s the worst hurties you’ve ever had, but you need to go
>you hobble away, not sure where you’re going
>everything is a blur, but you can see some dummstah housies, some people housies, and an big long place with a lot of dummstah housies
>you try to go in and ask for help, but you fall over!
>you try to get up, but you can’t!
>dummy leggies, why won’t they let you up?!
>you cry, even harder than before, but you slowly start to feel sleepy
>maybe the monster woke you up too early, so you need more sleepies
>good fluffies take nappies
>good fluffies take nappies
>good fluffies
>good
>go
>g
>
>
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>when you wake up, you’re not near any dummstah housies
>the ground looks like white fluffy friends, oddly
>you stand up and begin to walk around
>hey! your leggies are back!
>and your wingies are too!
>this is the best day ever!
>but there’s no mommy to tell that to
>no brothers or sissies, either
>you’re all alone
>you slowly start to cry when all of a sudden you hear a familiar voice
>”Babbeh? Babbeh?”
>mommy?
>you run towards the voice, through the cold fluff ground, and you see mommy
>”Mummeh!”
>mommy spins around, and when she sees you her eyes fill with saddy water
>”Babbeh…”
>you finally get to mommy and the two of you share the biggest huggie ever
>”Babbeh wuv mummeh. Babbeh miss mummeh.”
>”Mummeh miss babbeh, too.”
>you feel your saddies go away, and mommy starts petting your mane and humming to you
>you look up and see that it’s slowly starting to become dark time
>that’s okay
>”Wuv mummeh.”
>”Wuv babbeh.”
>you slowly start taking more nappies

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>You are Anon, and you’re cradling a now-dead fluffy foal
>there’s blood staining your suit, but you couldn’t just let the thing die on the ground
>it was in pretty bad shape when you found it
>it was losing blood fast and hallucinating, murmuring to itself and crying
>when you picked it up, it started saying something about “mummeh”
>you just went along with it and told it that its mom loved and missed it
>the foal calmed down a lot after that, and you hummed a little lullaby that your mom used to sing to you when you were younger
>slowly, he began to go limp and stopped breathing
>you give it a final pat on the head and put the corpse into a nearby dumpster
>fluffy ponies sure do have it rough sometimes