Maroon: Origins (Part 1)

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> You are Maroon, best smarty of best herd.
> You sit upon your Smarty Seat, your fluff and mane dark red, the ring with the clear rock around your horn.
> This is where you belong: underneath The Net, surrounded by the heads of Dumb Earthies and the wings of weak Wingies. Buzzy-friends fly around the smelly, stinky bits. But you don’t mind.
> You watch as the Best Herd goes about its day: mulling around The Rink, playing, laughing, babbling, giving special hugs.
> A few Ash Horns rip the wings from a silly Wingie that got too close to The Rink, and tried to eat the grassies of Big Field.
> Soon the Wingie’s face will be covered in poopies, marking him a slave.
> You yawn. You are bored and tired. Moreso tired. All through Nighttime Queenie begged for special hugs. You were happy to do so: you hadn’t given special hugs since Prince and Princess, your handsome son and pretty daughter, were born.
> It’s not the same as special hugs with Silky, though…
> And now you’re too tired to even keep your head up.
> So, you slump down in your Smarty Seat and slumber.
> But not restful is your sleep…
----------
> You dream of the time when you were with Mumma and Sissy.
> Your Mumma was a deep purple Mare named “Magenta”
> And your Sissy was a deep blue filly named “Navy”.
> You loved them both.
> You didn’t know your Dada, but Mumma said he was the old smarty of your herd. He slept forever when he got really sick, just before you came from Mumma’s belly.
> Your herd was a mix of all different fluffies: Earthies, Wingies, Pointies.
> You remember the smarty: a big brown Earthie stallion with a white mane named Coco.
> He would always boss the other fluffies around and take all the best nummies.
> But he never bothered you, Mumma or Navy.
> He never took notice of you or Navy, because you were both what other fluffies would call “Quiet friends”.
> You still played with the other colts and fillies, but you and Navy would also spend a lot of time sitting, watching, and listening.
> “Just wike yoo Dada!” Mumma would say. She was so nice. So was Navy. Navy would always find good nummies and things to play with and share them with you before Coco could eat them or take the fun things away.
> He was a meanie.
> He was also stupid. So stupid.
> Because of him and the other Earthies being stupid, Navy went away…
> One day, you were nestling in Mumma’s fluff, taking a nap after eating a yellow flower Navy found for you.
> You and your herd were stopping in a forest for a little while to rest. There was a clearing nearby where other fluffies were playing, eating, hugging and the like.
> Navy woke you up and invited you to go play with the other fluffies. You booped her sniffer playfully and scampered off, giggling.
> You played for a long time that day with Navy and the other fluffies. You’d chase Navy, catch her, and then she’d chase you and try to catch you.
> But you were too fast, and Navy, who was older than you, was too slow.
> You’d also dash between trees and zig-zag.
> Navy came up to you afterwards, panting and giggling.
> “Mawoon is fast fwuffy! An’ smawt!” she said
> “Tank yoo, Navy!” you replied, and then gave her lots of huggies.
> Afterwards, you and Navy found a rock-ball and rolled it back and forth.
> It wasn’t perfectly round, but it was still fun.
> The fun didn’t last, as Coco trotted up to you two.
> “Giv wock-baww. It bewong to Coco now.”
> You remember holding the rock-ball closely, not wanting to give it away. Navy found it, so it belonged to her. She was being nice and sharing.
> “GIV WOCK-BAWW!”
> You closed your eyes and began to cry. You felt tugging. “Nu! It bewong to Navy!” you cried.
> “giv Coco wock-baww. Pwease Mawoon, be smawt.”
> You opened your eyes and saw Navy trying to take the rock-ball. She looked sad and afraid.
> You let it go, and Navy nosed it over to Coco, who batted it back and forth between his hoofs before getting bored and kicking it over to you. He then trotted off.
> You didn’t want to play for the rest of the day. You were afraid and sad. But Navy and Mumma were there to make you feel better.
> Nighttime came, and you all slept in a big fluff-pile.
> When you woke, it was day again. You played with your rock-ball, nosing it around, before eating some grassies. Other fluffies awoke and were eating grassies.
> You decided you would see if Mumma would give you some milk later on when you were tired.
> You never got the chance.
> A new friend had arrived. He was a green Wingie with a brown mane. He didn’t look the same as the rest of your herd- he was clean and smelled…very strange.
> Coco walked up to him, along with a bunch of the other Earthies and started to talk to him, his voice low and menacing.
> “Who yoo?”
> “Me Mawshy!”
> You remember Navy getting closer to the two of them. She was cautious.
> You looked closer, and you realized that Marshy had a strange orange thing on his ear.
> “Me Coco. Dis my hewd. Yoo go ‘way or get big owwies!” Coco said, puffing his cheeks out. The other Earthies did the same, and a few stomped their hoofs.
> But Marshy just stared at Coco, and smiled. It was strange.
> Navy got closer, right up behind Coco.
> “Coco is smawty?” Marshy asked.
> “Coco smawty!” he replied.
> Navy saw the orange thing.
> “smawty Coco, dis fwuffy no wight” she said.
> “Shut up, stoopid fiwwy!” Coco snapped.
> “dat owange thing not wight, he smeww funneh.”
> Without looking back at her, Coco bucked Navy in the nose.
> You wanted to cry and rush over, but before you could take a step…
> “FOUND SMAWTY, DADDEH!”
> A giant human-monster leap from the bushes, holding a big, long shiny stick thing and a big bag.
> “FORE!” the human monster roared, its voice loud and booming. The shiny stick came down across Coco’s sniffer with a sound that reminded you of when you broke a stick. Booboo splattered all over the place.
> Then, the herd started to panic and scatter.
> “Good boy, Marshy. Good boy!” the human monster said as he grabbed herdmembers and stuffed them in his bag.
> Included Navy, who, before disappearing into the darkness of the bag, looked at you. Tears stained her face.
> “Mawoo-“
> “Nu! Navy nu go ‘way-“
> You felt something wet and hard clamp around the back of your neck. You were being dragged away from the human-monster. You kept crying, and looked up, expecting a monster to have gotten you. You were expecting to be made into nummies.
> It was Mumma. And the wetness was from her own tears.
> You couldn’t see any other of the herd members. You could only see the human-monster walking away: bag in one hand stick under one of his upper-legs, cradling Marshy in other.
> Mumma found a small ditch to hide in. There you two stayed, hugging one another and crying not to cry too loud.
> Eventually, you heard the sound that you would come to know later was that of a metal-monster. You made peepee, as this was the first time you heard something like that.
> Still Mumma didn’t let you go.
> “Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy.” You kept saying.
> “Mumma know. Mumma wan Navy too.” She replied, and hugged you tighter.
> “Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy…”
----------
> “Wat Navy?”
> You open your eyes. Prince in standing infront of you.
> “Wat Navy dada? Why wan? Can Pwince hav Navy too?”
> “Wat yoo tawk about?” You ask, confused.
> “Yoo keep say ‘wan Navy wan Navy wan Navy’. Wat Navy?”
> You stare at him.
> He stared back, his expression also confused. “Why dada cwy?”
> You didn’t realize you were crying.
> No…no, you weren’t! Real Smarties don’t cry!
> “No cwy, just sweepy” you lie.
> “Oh…”
> “Dada jus tawk in sweep. No know wat Navy is.” You lie again.
> Prince looks at you and giggles. “Dada siwwy.”
> You play with a piece of fluff infront of you, still thinking about your dream.
> You have it from time to time. It makes your chest hurt.
> “Pwince gon go pway ‘find da eawthie’ now.” He says cheerfully before bounding away.
> It’s one of his favorite games- letting a small earthie, sometimes a baby, loose in The Rink and seeing if he can find it and give it biggest owwies before his friends do.
> He’s a good fluffy. Not like Earthies- because of stupid, dumb earthies like Coco, a human-monster took your sissy away from you. Your only sissy. The best sissy.
> The sadness fades.
> And the throbbing in your head starts. You taste booboo juice in your mouth and see it dribble on the floor from your sniffer.
> And you feel the anger.
> You think you’ll play ‘Find the Earthie’ with Prince. If you catch it before Prince, you’ll find its mumma and show her baby as it sleeps forever.
> You’d like that. It’s what she would deserve.

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> You are Maroon, best smarty of best herd.
> You sit upon your Smarty Seat, your fluff and mane dark red, the ring with the clear rock around your horn.
> This is where you belong: underneath The Net, surrounded by the heads of Dumb Earthies and the wings of weak Wingies. Buzzy-friends fly around the smelly, stinky bits. But you don’t mind.
> You watch as the Best Herd goes about its day: mulling around The Rink, playing, laughing, babbling, giving special hugs.
> A few Ash Horns rip the wings from a silly Wingie that got too close to The Rink, and tried to eat the grassies of Big Field.
> Soon the Wingie’s face will be covered in poopies, marking him a slave.
> You yawn. You are bored and tired. Moreso tired. All through Nighttime Queenie begged for special hugs. You were happy to do so: you hadn’t given special hugs since Prince and Princess, your handsome son and pretty daughter, were born.
> It’s not the same as special hugs with Silky, though…
> And now you’re too tired to even keep your head up.
> So, you slump down in your Smarty Seat and slumber.
> But not restful is your sleep…

----------

> You dream of the time when you were with Mumma and Sissy.
> Your Mumma was a deep purple Mare named “Magenta”
> And your Sissy was a deep blue filly named “Navy”.
> You loved them both.
> You didn’t know your Dada, but Mumma said he was the old smarty of your herd. He slept forever when he got really sick, just before you came from Mumma’s belly.
> Your herd was a mix of all different fluffies: Earthies, Wingies, Pointies.
> You remember the smarty: a big brown Earthie stallion with a white mane named Coco.
> He would always boss the other fluffies around and take all the best nummies.
> But he never bothered you, Mumma or Navy.
> He never took notice of you or Navy, because you were both what other fluffies would call “Quiet friends”.
> You still played with the other colts and fillies, but you and Navy would also spend a lot of time sitting, watching, and listening.
> “Just wike yoo Dada!” Mumma would say. She was so nice. So was Navy. Navy would always find good nummies and things to play with and share them with you before Coco could eat them or take the fun things away.
> He was a meanie.
> He was also stupid. So stupid.
> Because of him and the other Earthies being stupid, Navy went away…
> One day, you were nestling in Mumma’s fluff, taking a nap after eating a yellow flower Navy found for you.
> You and your herd were stopping in a forest for a little while to rest. There was a clearing nearby where other fluffies were playing, eating, hugging and the like.
> Navy woke you up and invited you to go play with the other fluffies. You booped her sniffer playfully and scampered off, giggling.
> You played for a long time that day with Navy and the other fluffies. You’d chase Navy, catch her, and then she’d chase you and try to catch you.
> But you were too fast, and Navy, who was older than you, was too slow.
> You’d also dash between trees and zig-zag.
> Navy came up to you afterwards, panting and giggling.
> “Mawoon is fast fwuffy! An’ smawt!” she said
> “Tank yoo, Navy!” you replied, and then gave her lots of huggies. 
> Afterwards, you and Navy found a rock-ball and rolled it back and forth.
> It wasn’t perfectly round, but it was still fun.
> The fun didn’t last, as Coco trotted up to you two.
> “Giv wock-baww. It bewong to Coco now.”
> You remember holding the rock-ball closely, not wanting to give it away. Navy found it, so it belonged to her. She was being nice and sharing.
> “GIV WOCK-BAWW!”
> You closed your eyes and began to cry. You felt tugging. “Nu! It bewong to Navy!” you cried.
> “giv Coco wock-baww. Pwease Mawoon, be smawt.”
> You opened your eyes and saw Navy trying to take the rock-ball. She looked sad and afraid.
> You let it go, and Navy nosed it over to Coco, who batted it back and forth between his hoofs before getting bored and kicking it over to you. He then trotted off.
> You didn’t want to play for the rest of the day. You were afraid and sad. But Navy and Mumma were there to make you feel better.
> Nighttime came, and you all slept in a big fluff-pile.
> When you woke, it was day again. You played with your rock-ball, nosing it around, before eating some grassies. Other fluffies awoke and were eating grassies.
> You decided you would see if Mumma would give you some milk later on when you were tired.
> You never got the chance.
> A new friend had arrived. He was a green Wingie with a brown mane. He didn’t look the same as the rest of your herd- he was clean and smelled…very strange.
> Coco walked up to him, along with a bunch of the other Earthies and started to talk to him, his voice low and menacing.
> “Who yoo?”
> “Me Mawshy!”
> You remember Navy getting closer to the two of them. She was cautious.
> You looked closer, and you realized that Marshy had a strange orange thing on his ear.
> “Me Coco. Dis my hewd. Yoo go ‘way or get big owwies!” Coco said, puffing his cheeks out. The other Earthies did the same, and a few stomped their hoofs.
> But Marshy just stared at Coco, and smiled. It was strange.
> Navy got closer, right up behind Coco.
> “Coco is smawty?” Marshy asked.
> “Coco smawty!” he replied.
> Navy saw the orange thing.
> “smawty Coco, dis fwuffy no wight” she said.
> “Shut up, stoopid fiwwy!” Coco snapped.
> “dat owange thing not wight, he smeww funneh.”
> Without looking back at her, Coco bucked Navy in the nose.
> You wanted to cry and rush over, but before you could take a step…
> “FOUND SMAWTY, DADDEH!”
> A giant human-monster leap from the bushes, holding a big, long shiny stick thing and a big bag.
> “FORE!” the human monster roared, its voice loud and booming. The shiny stick came down across Coco’s sniffer with a sound that reminded you of when you broke a stick. Booboo splattered all over the place.
> Then, the herd started to panic and scatter.
> “Good boy, Marshy. Good boy!” the human monster said as he grabbed herdmembers and stuffed them in his bag.
> Included Navy, who, before disappearing into the darkness of the bag, looked at you. Tears stained her face.
> “Mawoo-“
> “Nu! Navy nu go ‘way-“
> You felt something wet and hard clamp around the back of your neck. You were being dragged away from the human-monster. You kept crying, and looked up, expecting a monster to have gotten you. You were expecting to be made into nummies.
> It was Mumma. And the wetness was from her own tears.
> You couldn’t see any other of the herd members. You could only see the human-monster walking away: bag in one hand stick under one of his upper-legs, cradling Marshy in other.
> Mumma found a small ditch to hide in. There you two stayed, hugging one another and crying not to cry too loud.
> Eventually, you heard the sound that you would come to know later was that of a metal-monster. You made peepee, as this was the first time you heard something like that.
> Still Mumma didn’t let you go.
> “Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy.” You kept saying.
> “Mumma know. Mumma wan Navy too.” She replied, and hugged you tighter.
> “Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy. Wan Navy…”


----------

> “Wat Navy?”
> You open your eyes. Prince in standing infront of you.
> “Wat Navy dada? Why wan? Can Pwince hav Navy too?”
> “Wat yoo tawk about?” You ask, confused.
> “Yoo keep say ‘wan Navy wan Navy wan Navy’. Wat Navy?”
> You stare at him.
> He stared back, his expression also confused. “Why dada cwy?”
> You didn’t realize you were crying.
> No…no, you weren’t! Real Smarties don’t cry!
> “No cwy, just sweepy” you lie.
> “Oh…”
> “Dada jus tawk in sweep. No know wat Navy is.” You lie again.
> Prince looks at you and giggles. “Dada siwwy.”
> You play with a piece of fluff infront of you, still thinking about your dream.
> You have it from time to time. It makes your chest hurt.
> “Pwince gon go pway ‘find da eawthie’ now.” He says cheerfully before bounding away.
> It’s one of his favorite games- letting a small earthie, sometimes a baby, loose in The Rink and seeing if he can find it and give it biggest owwies before his friends do.
> He’s a good fluffy. Not like Earthies- because of stupid, dumb earthies like Coco, a human-monster took your sissy away from you. Your only sissy. The best sissy.
> The sadness fades.
> And the throbbing in your head starts. You taste booboo juice in your mouth and see it dribble on the floor from your sniffer.
> And you feel the anger.
> You think you’ll play ‘Find the Earthie’ with Prince. If you catch it before Prince, you’ll find its mumma and show her baby as it sleeps forever.
> You’d like that. It’s what she would deserve.

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