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- >Be fluffy mare.
- >Be feral, but you were born a feral, and you will die a feral, distant from human influence...
- >Actually, you're in an inconvenient piece of real estate surrounded on three sides by highway overpasses, and on the fourth side by a wide river, people pass within a hundred feet of you thousands of times per day, but nobody ever stops, gets out of their car, climbs down an embankment and directly interferes in your life.
- >But from your perspective, you live in a safe place surrounded by danger.
- >You awaken early, inside the small glen where the fluffy ponies bed down for the night.
- >As the sun rises, you carefully pick your way out of the fluff pile, only disturbing a few of the younger colts who sleep at the edge.
- "Fwuffy wuv bwight time!"
- >You do.
- >There is something that has always attracted you to the time when the sun is just peeking over the horizon.
- >It's light shimmering off the river from which you carefully drink.
- >The water is good, and sates your thirst easily.
- "Fwuffy wike wawa. Wawa gud foh fwuffy."
- >That's a phrase your domesticated cousins would never utter. Though you were born beside the river, and have long known the secret of drinking from it's pulling grasp.
- >Many fluffies before you have died by trusting the water too much, but you know, as long as it behaves as good water should, you are safe.
- >You stare at the Fluffy on the other side of the water.
- >Pink, a unicorn, with a yellow and red striped mane.
- >Just like you!
- >As is your morning tradition, you offer your hoof to the fluffy in the water.
- "Wawa fwiend wan pway?"
- >As you stretch your hoof out to her, she vanishes.
- "Wawa Fwiend Go 'way." You sigh.
- >She never stays and plays.
- >Perhaps it is for the best.
- >You turn and amble back towards the fluff pile, where just now everyone else is awakening.
- >A Colt, a unicorn with golden mane and fluff, and eyes of gold, trots up to you.
- >He is younger than you, not a foal anymore, but still your junior by several weeks.
- >"Fwuffy wan pway? Pway ge' foodies!"
- "Yay! Fwuffy Wuv dat game!"
- >Together the two of you head off at a run back towards the thicket from which most food is found.
- >"Fwuffy smeww pwetty." Your playmate tells you, rubbing his flank against yours.
- >Do you want to let him give you special hugs?
- >No. He will have to prove himself first.
- >The leaves that grow low to the ground here are good to eat, but not as good as the fruits that sometimes grow in the cruel bush.
- "Fwuffy wan nummies fwum munstah."
- >You indicate the black, juicy fruits that dangle in clusters off the thorny vines.
- >Only brave fluffies dare to try and steal them, because the spikes can rend flesh and catch fluff.
- >There are still some patches of fluff left from unfortunate fluffies who sought the treasures of the nummies, but never escaped.
- >When the wind blows, you can still smell them.
- >The colt stares at the bush, a dismembered wing twists in the breeze from a passing truck.
- >"Fwuffy geh Nummies."
- >You sit back on your haunches.
- >If your suitor delivers, you'll gladly give him the good feelings he so desperately craves.
- >Perhaps it will feel good for you too.
- >Though, few things feel better than good foods inside your stomach.
- >The golden unicorn approaches the bush with caution.
- >"Fwuffy wan nummies meanie munsta, an Fwuffy ge' nummies!"
- >He squats low to the ground, and inches forward, his face almost scraping along.
- >it isn't long before he encounters his first thorn.
- >"Owwies! Munstah huwt fwuffy!"
- >He forgets about stealth, and falls back on his young haunches, staring at his hoof, where a single sharpened splinter of wood, honed to a lethal point by untold millenniums of evolution, has penetrated his delicate hoof.
- >"Munsta... Muns..." his cries fade.
- >He looks back at you, and smiles.
- >"Fwuffy geh nummies."
- >He winces as he puts weight on his injured hoof, but he presses forwards. Carefully picking his way in between dangling vines and spreading tendrils.
- >You are impressed.
- >Maybe you'll actually get some of the nummies?
- >The colt, after a seeming eternity to your attention span, has reached one of the clusters of fruit hanging low to the ground.
- >Sadly, it's slightly too high for him to reach from his crouching position.
- >He raises his head carefully, and gets a face full of thorns for his troubles.
- >"Owwies... Fwuffy nows ouchies! Meanie munsta nuu huwt Fwuffy! Fwuffy wan nummies!"
- >Or maybe you won't get nummies, other foodies are fine, too.
- ---
- >Be Golden-fluffed colt.
- >Pain is clouding your ability to think.
- >Not that you were a smarty friend before, but now it's consuming you.
- >The needle-like spikes which line this monster have long been known to fluffies.
- >Your mother made a point of telling you not to get the nummies from this monster.
- >One of your forehooves is, in itself, a testament to pain, as every step you take just causes further agony to shoot up your leg.
- >But your prize is within reach, and once you have it, it will all be worth it.
- >You've desired the pink unicorn mare since, the dark time.
- >She didn't know it, but your nose was in the fluff pile near her tail, and all you smelled all dark-time was her intoxicating aroma.
- >You wanted her.
- >But making special hugs in the fluff pile gets you bucked out for being a bad fluffy.
- >So now, you are alone with her.
- >Her, and this monster with nummies.
- >Each time you reach up for the nummies, your eyes and nose are scratched horribly by the monster.
- >Between the pinching in your hoof, and the stabbing at your face, you start to cry.
- >blinded by your own tears, and with your eyes closed, you make one last push upwards.
- >The monster still scratches at you, but now his attacks are lessened, somehow.
- >Perhaps you have overcome him?
- >Your tongue tastes the sweet nectar of nummies never sampled before.
- >Your teeth close down, and with all of your fifteen pounds of weight, you pull.
- ---
- >Be Mare
- "Fwuffy geh Nummies! Gib tuu fwuffy!"
- >Your hero!
- >The colt brings his mouthful of black fruits to you.
- >You devour them hungrily.
- >So sweet!
- >So delicious!
- >"Fwuffy smeww pwetty..."
- >So... very delicious.
- "Fwuffy smeww gud."
- >You lean your flank into his.
- >He climbs atop you, and you feel funny in your pee-pee place.
- >"Feew..." Enf! "Guud" he grunts, as his pee-pee place penetrates yours.
- "Feww guud." you agree.
- >He is not a skilled lover, truly, among fluffy kind there may not be such a thing, but his enthusiasm compensates.
- >"Enf! Enf! Enf!"
- >With a mighty final thrust, he reaches the peak of his good feels, and drops off your back, panting to his side.
- >It was allright.
- >Slightly annoying actually.
- >Doesn't matter.
- >Got nummies.
- THERE. THERE'S A FUCKING STORY.
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