Raindancer - 3

Ol_Dirty, April 13, 2012 / PB 166322
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>You are the unicorn leader of a herd feral fluffy ponies
>In order to survive the coming winter, you decided to follow a domesticated fluffy named Wiggly and to live in his human home
>Wiggly is now dead by your horn
>In killing him, you liberated him from the indignity of living as a pet to a human and saved your people from becoming like him
>Wether intentionally or not, Wiggly would have found a way to rot the herds' brains and turn them into stupid weaklings
>The others don't even notice he is gone, except for your friend and advisor Rustle
>But Rustle knows better than to bring him up in conversation
>To the rest of the herd, there never was a Wiggly
>In the two weeks you've been living in your new home, there's been no sign of humans
>Maybe a bear really did maul Wiggly's owner to death
>You can just imagine it: a wicked human dead in the paws of a raging grizzly bear
>The mental image is glorious
>You should totally draw it on the "story wall"
>You found some crayons in the house
>The herd uses them to draw pictures of your journey on what you call the "story wall"
>There's no Wiggly there
>It better stay that way
>As much as you hate humans, you follow some of Wiggly's "daddy's" rules
>Such as no shitting around the house, except in the litter box
>There's also the "every other fluffy poops outside" rule
>It not only keeps the litter box from filing up too often, but it also keeps the herd from growing too used to the "comforts" of living in a human house
>You have a similar rule for sleeping on couches and beds
>Like a good leader should, you follow all of your own rules
>You also found a way to use the sorry stick
>What you did is you had the stick propped up against the kitchen table with the bristled end pointing down
>Atop the kitchen table is where you "judged" the bad fluffies from
>If they were found guilty, you just tipped the sorry stick over and let it come crashing down on their head
>You had to stop this practice after cracking open the skull of a foal who shat on the floor
>Now you just smack bad fluffies on the head like you used to
>All in all, the 26 of you who are left have lived a good life for the past two weeks
>What the hell? That's not the kind of thought you should be having!
>You shake your head to snap out of it
>Gotta watch yourself, you're starting to get too comfortable with this new way of life
>Yet you can't for the life of you remember how you survived past winters...
>As you're lying down on the table of the upstairs office, the brown unicorn Hayseed approaches you
>"Smawty Fwiend, can fwuffies ea' tube food now?" he asks
>You've been over this a hundred times
>"No. Metaw tube human food is no good fow fwuwwies, make you go dumb" you say sternly
>Hayseed turns and leaves, hanging his head in dissapointment
>You look out the window to see the weather
>You're not too far into winter yet, the stream where you dumped Wiggly's body has frozen but there's no snow to be seen yet
>The herd has already eaten a whole lot of food
>Hopefully it'll last, you don't wanna have to resort to eating the food in the cans out of fear of becoming a dumb pet pony
>From the window you see members of your herd playing outside, running in circles, hugging each other, digging in the mud and such
>Wait a minute...
>Digging?
>Digging...
>OH SHIT!
>Suddenly you remember
>You remember how you survived winter before: digging!
>You dug a hole and hid a big bunch of nuts and berries inside so you'd have food throughout the winter
>You did so this year too
>How the fuck did forget that?
>How *could* you forget that?
>Were you always this dumb?
>Has this place changed you?
>Or were you just so wrongfully optimistic of the prospect of living in a human house that you forgot?
>You're the smarty friend, this can't happen to you!
>You're panicking
>You're turning into a dumbass!
>Gotta get that food out of the ground
>You get up and start running
>In your fearful state you trip and fall down the stairs
>You stagger up and run into the kitchen
>Do you send Rustle to retrieve the food?
>No
>Can't
>Rustle's not as smart and strong as you, he could get hurt or lost
>You have to do this yourself
>Besides, you need to get out of here and get your head straight again
>You need to work for your food, remind yourself of who you are
>You take two pegasi with you, Sunbeam and Leafwing
>You grab one of those plastic containers that are laying around, bags or whatever they're called, and get outta there
>There's a cold breeze outside
>Already you feel your head clearing
>"Fwuffies go ge' food outta gwound" you exphin "Fowwow Waindancew, 'kay?"
>The pegasi nod and you're off
>You've never been this determined in your life
>As you run, you look up and see snow
>Winter
>It's finally here
>Fluffy God dammit!
>You pick up the pace
>You run faster than you ever have
>7 miles per hour
>You can hear your fluffy little heart beating in you chest
>Sunbeam and Leafwing follow as best they can
>You still remember the way came to the house
>Can't afford to stop
>Can't afford to get stuck
>Can't afford to get lost
>You run for what seems to you like hours
>Finally you arrive at your destination
>This is the field where you used to live
>It's already covered in snow
>Now where the fuck's that food?
>WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!
>"Dig!"
>Sunbeam and Leafwing comply
>The three of you start randomly digging, scooping up snow and dirt with your hooves
>This is taking too long
>You start doubting yourself again
>How could you have forgotten?
>How could you be so stupid?
>"Foun' food!" Sunbeam cries
>You and Leafwing run over to him
>That's a lotta nuts
>Most look like they're still edible
>"Good job, Sunbeam! Now ge' dem ou'!" you command
>You open up the bag you took with you
>Sunbeam and Leafwing start scooping the nuts and berries in with their muzzles
>Your brain is full of self-doubt
>No!
>No time for that!
>You help gather the food
>Soon the bag is full
>Leafwing grabs it in his mouth
>"We go" you yell
>You run back as fast as you came
>Need to be more careful or thorn bushes might tear the bag open
>Once you get back to the house, it's been two hours since you left
>Leafwing struggles to get the fat bag of food through the pet door
>Mission accomplished!
> You're filled with pride knowing you're still you, knowing you're still in control
>Sunbeam and Leafwing are panting from exhaustion
>You triumphantly lead them to the kitchen...
>Only to be greeted by a pile of dead fluffies
>Fluffies lie motionless on the floor, on the table, on the chairs
>You turn and look at the mini-river on the counter
>It's running
>Six fluffies have their heads stuck in the water gathered in the pool below it
>Fluffy ponies drowned
>There were 26 live fluffies in this house before you left
>There are now 13
>Some still live
> The few who aren't in too much pain to move are crying their eyes out, trying to bring the dead ones back to life through lugging
>What in Fluffy God's name happened here?
>"Waindancew!" you hear a familiar voice cry out
>Rustle runs up to you, completely unscathed
>"Wha' happen to fwuffies?" you demand to know
>"F-fwuffies weve h-hungwy! T-they e-ea' da human food!" Rustle struggles to speak, clearly in shock
>"WAH!? WHY!? They know is no' fow dem!" you yell
>"Fwuffies won' wisten to Wustwe! They jus' bang open tubes and ea'! Rustle says
>There are battered tubes of human food all over the kitchen
>The food gate is open, you look inside
>There's still fresh food there, perfectly good for fluffies to eat
>You take a look around the room
>Every square inch of the kitchen is covered in either shit, piss, blood or that flithy human food
>You see Hayseed lying in a corner, still alive
>"Hayseed, why do dis?" you ask, your voice echoing with anger and dissapointment
>"Smawty fwiend was no hewe, fwuffies fowge' wha' food to ea'..." he utters
>They didn't remember not to eat the human food? Should have forseen that
>"Pwease..." Hayseed continues "Human food so tasty... We fight othew fwuffy fow numnums..."
>Human food? Tasty? This is un-fucking-acceptable!
>"Human food so hot, need wotsa wata..."
>That explains the ones who drowned
>Look around
>Rustle is trying his best to help the injured fluffies
>Sunbeam and Leafwing are just hugging them, only making their pain worse
>Hayseed manages to get up on his own
>"Why smawty fwiend weave us?" he asks with unbecoming assertiveness
>"Yeah! Why Waindancew weave hewd wike dis?" other fluffies are starting to get up as well
>Their blaming you for their own stupidity?
>The insolence of these idiots!
>"Smawty fwiend is no smawt!" "Yeah! And smawty fwiend is no fwiend!" Sunbeam and Leafwing join in
>What the fuck!?
> They were out there with you!
>"Waindancew is munsta!" "Waindance is wowst fwuffy!" the accusations are just piling on
>"No! Waindancew is no munsta! Waindancew is bwave weadew! Hewd is weak and stupid wike-" you stop yourself from uttering "his" name
>"Wike Wiggwy?" Hayseed finishes for you
>How does he remember that name?
>"We wemembew Wiggwy. Wiggwy weave cuz he know Waindancew was munsta!" Hayseed cries
>"NO! Wiggwy die! Waindancew kiww him cuz he dumb and weak!" you yell
>You lower your voice down to the "shut up or die" level
>"You wemind me wot of him..."
>Hayseed doesn't respond to your threats
>None of the herd does
>Rustle has yet to say a word
>He doesn't know what to do
>He would never stand against you
>But he doesn't want to turn on the herd either
>"Waindance weave now..." Hayseed says
>You don't move a muscle
>"Waindance weave!" the herd yells in unison
>You don't need to take this shit!
>You take a look at your opposition
>Fluffies standing on three legs, foals trying and failing to put on brave faces, pregnant mares with distended stomachs
>You can take them
>"No. Make Waindancew weave..." you challenge
>Most of them immediately start shaking and backing up
>They didn't seem to expect your response
>He charges at full speed
>You step aside as he approaches
>For a split second he wonders where you went before you bring your head down, crushing what you suspect to be the last one of his ribs
> *CRACK*
>Hayseed is out of the picture
>Leafwing jumps up from behind you
> *BUCK*
>He is sent flying against the wall
>His head stars bleeding profusely
>Next please
>Some earth pony you don't even recognise runs up
>You stand up on your hindlegs
> *THUD*
>There's a sickening sound as you bring your forehooves down across his back, breaking his spinal cord
>Instant death
>No more ponies step up to you
>Still high on adrenaline, you smack the nearest fluffy in the face
>It's Sunbeam
>He falls over, still alive
>You're panting madly, like a beast
>You jump on the table and turn to face the crowd
>"NO FWUFFY QWESTONS SMAWTY FWIEND!! NO FWUFFY!!" you howl
>The herd shakes in fear
>You rage dies down
>You look at the carnage you've wreaked
>The crying of foals breaks the silence
>Maybe you are a monster
>Your own people will no longer accept your leadership
>They won't even accept your friendship
>They're as dumb as you feared they'd become
>You can't bring yourself to killing them all, yet you can't stay and help
>You jump off the table
>The fluffies who are hugging the three new corpses quickly make way as you approach
>You walk over Rustle
>He is scared for his life
>You put your forelegs around him for a final hug
>"Waindancew sowwy fow evewythin'..." you whisper
>"Waindancew?" Rustle whimpers
>"Thank you Wustwe... Thank you and bye bye..." you let him go "Hewd is youws now..."
>Rustle tries to speak
>"Don' tawk, Wustwe. Pwease pwomise" you say "Don' dwaw dis on stowy waww. Pwease, we' dem fowge' me..."
>Rustle stares at you in silence
>"Wustwe pwomise. Thank you and bye bye, smawty fwiend..." Rustle is holding back tears
>You nod at him
>Saying no more, not even turning to look at the herd one more time, you leave
>It's really cold outside
>There's 6 inches of snow on the ground
>You start walking toward your home field once more
>Along the way, you contemplate all that's happened
>Where did it all go wrong?
>Who's to blame?
>Regardless, your own people will no longer want to see you
>You've failed as a leader
>The long journey is complete
>You sit in the snow in the middle of the field, looking around
>This is the land your father, the great Windwhisker, ruled before you
>The snow reminds you of your mother's white fluff
>This is where your life began
>And this will be where it ends
>It rained the day you were born, it's what you were named for
>And today it snows, it's somehow so poetic
>You look up
>The clouds form a majestic fluffy face in the sky
>"Is tha'... Daddeh? Momma? Who... Fwuffy God?"
>You blink and it's gone
>The water has frozen over, you can't drown yourself
>The snow will break your fall, you can't jump off a cliff
>There's only one way
>You stand on your hindlegs and use your forehooves to tear fluff off your body in large tufts
>The pain is nothing to you
>After bearing youself, you stay on your hindlegs
>You utter a final prayer and close your eyes, giving up all resistance
>You freeze to death within minutes