Title:           F&F: Story 4, Strad&Alex 1: It can be dealt with
Author:          fireandfluffies
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First Edit:      Friday 1st of June 2012 08:20:01 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 1st of June 2012 08:20:01 AM CDT

>you are a life mage in training
>you’ve got the basics down well
>your new assignment: find a dying animal in the forest and magic it back to health
>that animal will be your new familiar
>look for hours out in the woods with the help of an elf bro, absolutely nothing
>hear a murmuring from the north, go to check it out
>you’re greeted by a herd of fluffies
>there’s a small pile of them in the middle, with painful whimpering coming from the center
>and at least two dozen pregnant dams
>you sneak into the herd with your hand half over your eyes so you can still see, but it looks like you can’t.
>these things are so stupid that you’re effectively invisible to them
>slowly dislodge the fluffy pile with your free hand and extract fluffies until you can see the center
>you find it, a blue unicorn with a huge bleeding gash in its side
>it’s going to die like this
>you haven’t found a single other injured animal today
>your elf bro is snickering
>god fucking damnit, this will have to do
>you begin the incantation and physical movements for the spell, which requires you removing your hand from your eyes
>you have been spotted
Hewp fwuffy! Munsta doin gwowy stuff
>oh well, it’s just a few of them, you’ve concentrated through thunderstorms before.
Go way meany munstah, we hug fwuffy betuh. Smawty say gwowy stuff bad
>thunderstorms don’t insult your art, but oh fucking well
>this causes more fluffies to panic, the dams are starting to barely creep around
No wun gwowy stuff! Dummy munstah get way fwum smawty! Gif owwies!
>there are now fluffies bucking at your ankles with their marshmallow excuses for feet
>you hear more clambering behind you, but oh well, the spell is actually starting now, and it’s wounds are starting to close
No huwt mumma fwuffy, gwow no gud fow babehs! Take mumma away fwum munstah!
>What the blueberry fuck muffins... you can’t turn around to see what’s happening this late in the spell
>oh hey, your familiar to be can talk again
Sacwifices must beh made
>say what now?
NUU NO HUWT MUMMA, BAYBES GUNNA
>what the-
>POP
>what the fuck was that?
>what the hell is going on?
>too much going on at once
>you can’t pay attention to the spell
>oh son of a fucking bitch
>you have miscast
>but you came prepared, as your teacher has taught you to deal with them
>focus the undirected positive energy into the fluffy
>every last bit of it
>it’s beginning to swell and mutate
Nuuu! Stawp munstah! Smawty feew sick-
>fluffy pony bursts like a water balloon filled with healing light
>the energy in your body is back to manageable levels, you dissipate it into the forest
>you hear loud POPs all around you
>dams are flufsploding from the combination of fear and positive energy
>mewling, so much mewling
>hear a loud whumph
>you can now hear your elf bro in the background again, laughing his fey ass off
>look down
>an eagle has crash landed in front of you
>it must have gotten disoriented by the chaos and crashed
>it’s hurt
>wait a second
>it’s hurt
>oh hell the fuck yes
>the far lower density of fluffies allows you to concentrate
>you heal the eagle fully
>you now have a badass eagle familiar
>name him Stradivarius
>fuck yeah