Cuddles and Sparks: Promises and Dreams

(Author’s note: this story happens before Silky has her babies, and before Thor dies fighting the snake.)

 

 

> You are Sparks. And you are dreaming.

> In your dream you see Flappy, your special friend.

> She’s purple, she’s pretty. You love her.

> You dream about the time the sky was crying, and you and Flappy hid underneath a tree that was partially uprooted to stay warm and dry.

> It lasted all day and night.

> You remember she snuggled up to you and put her wing over your back.

> You felt cozy.

> You then remember playing with her, tackling her and running away, giggling. Then she would tackle you, and you two would roll around.

> You played like that almost all day.

> Night time came. She held on to your tail, and you made sparks with your horn. You were looking to find a place to sleep for the night.

> You found a space underneath a Human Home- a small hole that you both squeezed into for the night.

> The next morning, as she slept, you snuck out and brought her back some grassies and a few flowers.

> She was happy. You ate with her.

> She told you she loved you, and you gave her special hugs. You remember you kept nuzzling her back between her wings. She liked that.

> You stayed there for a long time, until her belly got big.

> Babies were coming. You were going to be a daddy.

> You had to leave before Flappy got too big to fit through the hole.

> So you took her and went to find somewhere else to go, somewhere safe for babies.

> Everything goes black in the dream. It’s scary.

> You can’t find Flappy!

> You call her, but she doesn’t answer.

> So you run all around, unsure of where you are.

> Finally, light comes back.

> You’re on a field.

> You can see Flappy off in the distance.

> Another fluffy is with her.

> It’s Stompy.

> You run, and run, and run, but you’re not getting any closer!

> Stompy stomps Flappy, who screams and cries for you to save her.

> Stompy keeps smiling as he gives her big owwies.

> You continue to run, crying as you do so.

> Stompy stomps on her belly, and foals fly from her peepee place. She keeps crying.

> Stompy grabs one of the foals and shakes it back and forth in his mouth, booboo juice flying everywhere, matting his fluff.

> He drops the foal and looks at you, smiling with red teeth.

> “Spawks is weak fwuffy.” He says. “Wet wingie die. Wet babbehs die.”

> He licks the booboo juice from the corners of his mouth.

> “Spawks stoopid fwuffy. Spawks usewess fwuffy. No wun wuv Spawks anymowe.”

> You sit in place and cry- it’s all you can do.

 

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> You are awakened by someone pushing you.

> “Spawks? Why Spawks cwy?”

> You open your eyes. It’s Cuddles, looking down at you, concerned.

> Her eyes are the exact same as Flappy’s: green, glittery and pretty.

> You realize the floor around your head is wet.

> You slowly get up.

> “bad dweam?” Cuddles asks.

> You’re upset, so you walk past her, and out into the night.

> You want to be alone. You want to cry.

> You’re a weak fluffy. You couldn’t protect your special friend.

> You go around the corner of The Home, sit down, and wail, holding your hoofs to your eyes.

> “sowwy Fwappy. Spawks sowwy. Wuv yoo fowevew. Wuv babbehs fowevew.”

> Your chest hurts as you sob, memories of playing and having fun flood your mind. Flappy’s pretty smile, her beautiful wings.

> You’ll never see them again.

 

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> You are Cuddles.

> And you’re concerned- Sparks was making funny noises in his sleep, kicking and crying.

> You woke him up, but he just walked away from you. He looked angry and sad at the exact same time.

> You don’t want him to be angry or sad. He’s a good fluffy.

> His special hugs feel different.

> All the other fluffies hop on to of you, give special hugs, feel the good feel and hop off.

> Some are heavy and it makes it hard to breathe.

> Some mount your face and make you give mouth hugs while another gives you special hugs.

> Not Sparks.

> He never asks for mouth hugs.

> When he gives special hugs, he does it slowly. It makes you feel really good. He’s gentle. He doesn’t bite. He always nuzzles your peepee place before hopping on.

> He makes you feel a strange feeling in your chest and peepee place. No other fluffy does that.

> You quietly follow him outside, and you watch him from the shadows.

> He cries for a long time. He keeps saying he’s sorry to ‘Flappy’.

> …you remember when he first came to the herd, he said his special friend was sleeping forever.

> Flappy must’ve been his special friend.

> You bite your lip, and suddenly your own eyes are watering. You told him to forget about her. You never knew that he loved her this much.

> You never knew she was going to have his babies.

> You step out of the shadows.

> “Spawks?” you say.

> He looks at you, his eyes red and puffy.

> You can’t help but trot over to him.

> He just stares at you.

> You do the only thing you can think of: You hug him, and cry with him.

> “Cuddwes sowwy ‘bout Fwappy. Sowwy say fowget.”

> You’re almost expecting to get owwies from Sparks, for Sparks to be mad.

> But he doesn’t give you owwies.

> He hugs you back.

> “Spawks would be good daddeh.” You whisper. “Spawks is best fwuffy”

> “Nu. Spawks weak and stoopid” he sobs. “Stompy say so.”

> “Nu, Stompy is stoopid. Stompy nu knows Spawks wike Cuddwes and Siwky do.”

> You look into his eyes. “Best fwuffy.”

> You then do something you haven’t done since you lived.

> You gave him kisses.

> “wha?” he says, blinking.

> “dat called kissies. Dey onwy fow fwuffies Cuddwes wuv. Yoo onwy fwuffy I giv dem to.”

> You nuzzle his neck. “cuz I wuv Spawks. His speciaw huggies feew best. Make heawt and peepee pwace feew guud.”

> “Weawwy?”

> “yah. Spawks no giv huwties. Wan stay wiv Spawks fowevew.”

> You look at him again.

> “Cuddwes wan be Spawks’ wifey.”

> His eyes widen.

> “Cuddwes onwy wan speciaw huggies fwom Spawks. No otha fwuffy can hav wiv Cuddwes.”

> “but…Jewwy and Tangwes…” he begins.

> “Jewwy and Tangwes can go eat poopies.” You say, smiling.

> Sparks laughs. It is the best sound in the world.

> “Cuddwes not Fwappy…” you begin. His smile slowly disappears at the mention of his special friend’s name.

> “…but Cuddwes wiww wuv Spawks fowevew. Just wike Fwappy does.”

 

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> You are Sparks.

> And hearing Cuddles say that makes you chest feel like it will burst.

> You hug her, nuzzle her.

> She isn’t Flappy, but she loves you.

> And now, you love her.

> After cuddling in the moonlight, you head back into the home.

> You stop for a moment, and gaze at the fluffy at the other side of The Home.

> Sleeping on a soft thing, Stompy stirs slightly. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

> You lay down with Cuddles, who falls asleep soon afterwards.

> But you stare at Stompy.

> And you feel a different feeling.

> It takes a moment for you to remember what this feeling is.

> Hate.

> You lay your head down and close your eyes.

> You swear, one day, you’re going to give Stompy biggest owwies.

> You will make him sleep forever for what he did to Flappy

> You swear it.