Promised Land

>the green fluffy falls backwards with bone chilling wails filling the air around him

>eventually the fluffies stop their impregnating humps and crowd around the fluffy holding his jaw

>the newly elected smarty friend steps forward and asks “what happened to fwiend?”

>he points an accusing hoof at you and says spitting out a tooth “fwuffy hurgh mouwf” some blood drooling out his mouth

>the smarty frowns, stomps a hoof and puffs his cheeks glaring at you

>”you huwt fwuffy fwiend! You get owchies!”

>”he was huwting my sista!” you say pointing to your sobbing sister now being comforted by your mother and other sisters with hugs

>”I was just giwin *coughs up a small amount of blood* speciaw huggies!” the fluffy says with big eyes defending itself

>the smarty stomps his hoof once more “speciaw huggies are ok! No pwoblem here! You’re in twouble!” he declares pointing an accusing hoof at you

>before you can respond the herd is angrily stomping their hooves and puffing cheeks while yelling accusations at you

>”give him owchies!” cries the smarty friend as a horde of fluffies begin to rough you up

>kicks and bites bounce harmlessly off your fluff, while the blows to your face and legs are a little more damaging

>after a while youre laying bruised with your sisters and mother rushing to your side

>”now behave, or you get more owchies!” the smarty friend walks off herd in tow

>over the next few days you begin to walk without a limp

>the smarty friend has said you only get to eat so much before you have to stop

>you’re feeling pretty hungry

>your family cant give you food either under penalty of owchies

>soon the fluffys begin complaining about lack of nummies and grassies

>they bring these concerns to the smarty friend and he declares it is time to move on to another place for food

>usually your herd goes to the other side of preserve, but the smarty friend says its time to find new places with even greater food

>the fluffies cheer at this idea and stamp their hooves in approval

>you are worried for fear of unknown lands, its dangerous enough traveling between lands but now going to completely unknown lands

>you’d voice your opinion but its still pretty hard to move your mouth due to a bruised face and all

>soon after with little preparation the herd sets out leaving anyone who wasn’t around or who wasn’t ready behind, you and your family can barely keep up with your limping

>you’ve also discovered your sister is going to be a momma and she is taking it slow so she doesn’t hurt the babies

>she seems to have forgotten the special huggies and is now overjoyed about the babies

>its getting dark and the herd is complaining about hunger and being tired

>the smarty tells everyone to go to sleep and get ready for tomorrow

>you protest that you are in an open area and all the monsters could see you

>the smarty friend assures them there are no monsters and that he would fight any off if there were

>he then goes to point out you are a bad fluffy and are just being mean

>the herd agrees with him and you go back to being bad fluffy number 1

>you take your family under a nearby bushline and hunker down for the night

>night falls and after random pooping and special huggies the herd settles down for sleep

>you slowly close your eyes only to have your heart filled with worry

>you wake up in a fright to the sound of screaming

>your sisters start asking questions about whats going on while you shush them and look out

>wolves have taken the sleeping herd by surprise and are destroying the helpless fluffs

>some run in and pick up a fluffy only to run back into the woods while others stay and tear into the victims on the spot

>a dam is ripped apart with its current foal whining at the monster to stop hurting its mother

>a foal screams for its mother as a wolf runs off into the dark with it in its mouth

>another fluffy tries to crawl away with a back leg missing only for the wolf to finish the job

>all the time you wonder where the smarty friend and why he didn’t listen

>you scan the crowd and see him cowering behind a ring of fluffies with their cheeks puffed

>soon two wolves set upon the ring and tear apart the defenders while the smarty friend and a few other hide in a nearby bush

>the morning after the brutal carnage bodies lie everywhere

>fluffys hugging shredded corpes urging friends to wake up

>you and you family come out from hiding to reunite with the herd

>fluffies sobbing from injury or loss, fluffies dying slowly asking for huggies that only make the pain worse

>foals and mothers alike looking for their family that was carried off into the night

>the smarty friend reappears and tells the herd its time to move on

>you point a hoof at him and exclaim “its smawtys fault for munstas! Smawty got fwuffies in twouble! He no take care of fluffies! He bad smawty!”

>the other ponies look to him in shock and dismay

>the smarty friend is taken back for a bit but then quickly retaliates with “you hid while fwiends were huwt! You bad fwuffy! No help us when in twouble!”

>the other ponies are quickly reminded of your reduced social status and begin to blame you for the attack

>eventually the herd is on the move again, you and your family now far behind the group

>on to the so called promised land your smarty friend aims to find

>the next day at noon you arrive at clearing with bushes filled with berries

>the fluffies rejoice due to excessive hunger and few stops to eat

>the smarty friend tells them to dig in and eat up for the journey ahead

>you have never seen these berries before

>they aren’t like the blue ones you used to eat, these are dark green and look yucky

>you tell your family to eat grassies instead

>they try to argue but you tell them the berries are yucky and they obey

>fluffies are engulfing the berries in mouthfuls while others stick to grass or sleep because of exhaustion

>after 5 minutes a mare who was eating berries sits on her hindquarters and grabs her tummy

>”fwuffy…tummy…..huwt” she says grabbing her stomach

>others gather around asking if hugs will make it better

>the mare suddenly throws up

>fluffies complain with “ewwwwwww no smeww pwetty” while the mare collapses back to her fours which are shaking underneath her

>she pukes again but this time longer followed by a sick gagging afterwards

>she goes to puke again but this time blood replaces the puke

>the ponies panic at the sight of the boo-boo juice and begin to hug her which only makes her scream in agony as the compression on her stomach does no good

>she throws up more blood which soon begins to leak out her nose then her eyes until she collapses into her own pile of filth and blood

>other ponies soon follow her with the same tragic fate that drags on for minutes that seem like years to them

>cries of “tummy huwt!” “why tummy buwn?” “mommy hewp!” and others distressful wails fill the air

>this draws attention away from eating the berries to helping the dying

>behind you you hear a soft voice say “bwudda” as you turn to see one of your three sisters, shaking with a pile of puke in front of her “hewp, me…bwudda”

>after 15 minutes most of the dying have passed with a few who didn’t eat as many slaying in agony waiting for it to end

>the smarty friend steps forth to say this place isn’t safe anymore and that you must press on

>many complain they didn’t get enough to eat, but the smarty says they have to press on

>the herd is on the move again but your mother continues to hug your sisters sleeping body, telling her its time to go

>eventually you and your two other sisters push her away and begin to follow the herd as you head up a mountain

>you sleep in a small cave you found overnight, the sound of fluffy voices echoing off the wall that they are hungry or cold

>the herd is about half the size it was and warmth is becoming fleeting

>fortunately you and your family got enough to eat and are full for the moment, but your mother continues to ask where your sister is

>the next morning the smarty friend wakes everyone up and tells them its time to go

>some of the foals don’t wake up and the mothers continue to nudge them

>the herd moves on and leaves one mother behind who continues to nudge her sleeping foal

>the mountain path is high up and narrow, even for fluffys

>the wind is picks up and makes the fluffies lose their balance but not enough to make them fall

>you have a bad feeling about this place

>you look down and get woozy, the heights scare you, you never knew you lived in a valley

>you wonder if you can see your old home from here when your sister tells you to hurry up

>you don’t want to fall behind

>the wind is getting a lot faster and the fluffies have hunkered down on the path, whimpering

>the have never known wind the hard before

>they sit and whimper while the smarty friend continues to yell at them to move or they’ll never make it to the new place with great food

>some fluffies stand to trudge on when a huge gust comes up and picks a smaller stallion up and sends him flying, shrieking into the valley below

>one chases after him calling for him to come back saying he’ll save him

>he’s a fluffy Pegasus who believes he can fly

>he leaps off the edge and flaps his fluffy wings to save his friend

>he wont save him but will soon join him on the ground

The fluffies camp out until the wind dies down the follow the smarty friend on their ascent up the Cliffside

>the following day you’ve still found no food and fluffys have been collapsing the whole way up, complaining about their hunger

>they are left behind along with all who try to help them

>you curse the smarty friend under your breath saying he’s the one who got you all into this but you don’t say it aloud, for fear of the other fluffys turning on you again

>your ears are met with a huge loud noise as you fall over and look up to see where the noise came from

>your little heart stops when you see a giant cat looking down on your fluffy herd

>the cat jumps down and snatches the fluffy in its giant jaws

>before anything can be said a loud sickening crunch is heard as the cat closes its jaws around the unicorn

>the fluffy pony MEWLS (MEWLS MEWLS MEWLS MEWLS MEWLS MOTHER FUCKING MEWLS) in pain as the cat crunches its body and throws it on the ground

>the fluffy ponies are sent into a frenzy and run around(some off the cliff) while other cover there hooves with their eyes

>the beast looks around for its next victim, preferably a larger more filling one

>its spots your mother

>it crouches down and glares at her

>you see this and stand in front of her cheeks puffed, ready to defend her with your life

>the cat springs forward in the blink of an eye

>you get scared, close your eyes, void you bowels and expect it to take you

>you hear a scream behind you and turn around to see the beast running off with your mother in its jaws as it runs down the slope

>you and your sisters run after her for a few steps only to realize its useless

>not only is half the herd gone, but almost half your family as well

>your sisters and you sob for awhile only for the smarty friend to once again declare its time to move one

>you just want for this to end

>before the end of the day you reach the top of the cliff

>theres is plenty of grass around and now the fluffy ponies can eat

>the smarty friend is the first to indulge himself without second thought of his followers

>the rest of the herd and you follow after him and begin to feed your starving bellies

>you fill up as night begins to fall and you all take cover in nearby bushes

>when you wake up it’s the first night with friends not waking up

>the smarty friend says you’re too close to the “dangerous fall” and decides to trek on

>you walk through the trees along a path and come to another smaller valley with something connecting the two sides

>there is a huge river below that scares the fluffies

>”dis hewp us get acwoss!” proclaims the smarty friend pointy to the strange connection

>”hoomuns use it! It safe!” you have no idea what a hoomun is, but if they can get across then it must be safe

>the only thing that makes you think twice is the smarty friend, so far he’s done nothing but kill everyone with his decisions

>everyone waits for him to cross first but he doesn’t, he makes the green fluffy you kicked before walk across

>he is hesitant, looking through the cracks at the river below, but finally he takes a nervous step, followed by another, then another

>soon the whole herd is in tow seeing his safe crossing

>the smarty friend says that everyone should hurry to the good grassies as he bolts off across the bridge

>the fluffys soon file onto the bridge and begin to babble about a new home

>soon fluffies are pushing and shoving just trying to get across

>the bridge begins to sway and panic sets in

>the frenzy sends fluffies to scamper in both directions trying to get off the bridge, knocking some fluffies into the river below

>their screams as they are drug along the tide are soon smothered as they go down, never to reemerge

>you begin to look for you sisters in the fray

>you find one but not you pregnant one

>you spot her just a little bit away telling the other fluffies “not shove or they’ll hurt babies”

>you rush over to her to tell her to get away from the ledge

>you reach her and she sees you, she smiles and says hello as you try to tell her to come with you

>a white unicorn backs up into her and sends her over

>you watch in horror as you watch her screaming and flailing before she falls into the river below

>you watch her bob on the river until she is sucked under to the darkness that will never release her

>once the chaos passes you and you sister cross over to reunite with the herd that is almost decimated

>you’ve had enough, time for this to end

>night falls and you settle in another clearing

>the smarty friend has ordered everyone to bed down for the night, promising the new place is not far

>you stomp your hoof a declare “smawty fwiend been nothing but twouble! Fwiends get huwt and wost because of smawty fwiend! Mean munstas never would have huwt us if you never became smawty fwiend!”

>to your surprise, what’s left of the herd joins in the chorus of discontent

>they accuse him of all matter of things while waddling closer to him, cornering him between a rock and a mob

>”i… im good smawty fwiend! Help fwiends! Lead to better pwace! Give these fwuffies owchies to teach them whose smawty fwiend!” he says to his guard

>they do nothing

>he repeats his order but now his guard has joined the mob

>you waddle to the front and kick the leader in the face, causing him to bleed and sob

>the crowd soon joins in while cracking of bones and wails of pain can be hear

>after the beat down the unicorn lays battered, broken and crying. Asking for huggies and declaring apologies

>”we weave you behind! Munstas take you a weave us awone!” you puff your cheeks and begin to waddle off, your sister by your side and herd in tow

>”No! fwiends! No weave smawty! Smawty sowwy!” he cries raises the one hoof that will work, but he is ignored

>a rustle comes from the bushes as a family of foxes emerge and converge on the unicorn

>”munstas…nice munstas?....pwe..pwease no….huwt smawty….smawty be good smawty….smawty..”

>the fluffys pleas are cut short as the foxes grab him and begin to rip him apart, his cries and apologies filling the air

>you have lead the fluffies away from the clearing and now all stare at you “what do we do know?” one asks you

>you look at your sister

>“you smawty fwiend now bwudda, you help us”

>you realize your new responsibility, though have also realized it wont be easy

>youre far from home with barely an 1/8 of the original herd in tact

>you have to help them though, you are the new smarty friend