Title:           Maroon: Origins (Part 2) (Maroon sidestory)
Author:          nasir6r
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First Edit:      Monday 8th of October 2012 10:50:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 8th of October 2012 10:50:05 AM CDT

> You are Maroon, the dark red unicorn stallion with a dark red mane, Smarty of Best Herd.
> You sit upon your Smarty Seat, having just eaten some chippies you put in the Nummie Room for safe keeping.
> Yesterday, you played with Prince.
> Earlier today, you played with Princess. You played Tag with her.
> Currently an Ash Horn has taken a group of Best Herd fluffies out to eat the grassies of Big Field.
> The snow has started to melt, and soon your herd will no longer have to find nummies from the Nummie Place.
> At least until next Snowtime.
> You are comfortable and content, your belly full.
> “Waaah! Nu huwt babbeh!”
> “Stoopid mawe!”
> “Owwies!!!”
> You look up, three Ash Horns are pushing a white Unicorn mare with a dark blue mane towards your Smarty Seat. One of the Ash Horns has a small white and black Wingie baby in his mouth.
> “pwease nu huwt babbeh, babbeh guud!” the mare wails. An Ash Horn kicks her in the side of the head as a reply.
> She falls done on the floor, crying, while the other Ash Horn holds her down.
> The third one drops the baby infront of you and holds it still with his hoof. He looks at you.
> “Smawty Mawoon,” he begins “dis mawe hav wingie baby, fwom swave. She twy to hide babbeh, but we find! She giv babbeh miwkies even though baby is Wingie. Wat yoo wan do?”
> The baby begins chirping “Mumma! mumma! mumma!”
> You look at the Ash Horn. “da dada?” you ask
> “Biggest owwies” he replies, grinning.
> The Mare continues to cry, but all you can hear is the baby.
> “Mumma! mumma! waaah!”
> The sound brings back a memory…
 
 
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> It was a day or two after you lost Navy, when the human-monster took her away.
> When your herd scattered, when you and Mumma were left all alone.
> The forest was scary, and you missed Navy.
> Mumma tried her very best to keep you warm, happy and safe.
> You weren’t happy. You lost your sissy, who you loved very much.
> You and Mumma would travel around the forest for a long time.
> “why we keep goin? Whewe we goin?” you asked.
> “To find safe pwace” Mumma said.
> You would walk beside Mumma until you got too tired. When this happened, Mumma would carry you on her back.
> When you were hungry, she’d give you milkies, or find grassies for you and her to eat.
> If you tripped or had a small booboo, she’d hug you and you’d feel better.
> All the while, keeping you safe.
> She was the best Mumma ever.
> Eventually, the both of you came across a small hole.
> It was kind of dark and scary, but with Mumma there, everything was alright.
> “dis pwace safe.” Mumma had said. “We be safe hewe.”
> “nu wike dawk…” you whispered.
> “Mumma know. But dis pwace safe fwom munstas.”
> You almost made peepee when she said that, so you did the only thing you could think to do: hug Mumma, and cry.
> This time, she cried with you.
> “Wan Navy!” you wailed, your little head nuzzled in her chest fluff.
> “Me too. Mumma miss Navy. Navy guud fwuffy.”
> You slept afterwards, suckling from Mumma.
> You sleep wasn’t restful. You awoke crying many times. But always Mumma was there.
> When morning came, Mumma woke you up. You went outside to make poopies and drink the dew from the grassies.
> This went on for a little while. Soon you didn’t need milkies anymore, and were growing bigger. You were, however, still a colt.
> Mumma told you that you both needed to find a new herd, one with many fluffies, a good smarty and new friends.
> You would’ve liked that.
> You would’ve liked to be in a herd with Mumma…
 
> You awoke one morning to voices from outside the hole.
> “Wha? Wat’s dat?” you asked Mumma.
> She peeked out of the hole. Then turned and looked at you, a smile on her pretty face.
> “Othew fwuffies!”
> You were happy. Could they be new friends?
> “Yoo stay hewe, Mawoon. Mumma gon tawk wit dem. Make suwe dey guud fwuffies.”
> “Yes, Mumma, wiww stay hewe!”
> She smiled again, “Yoo guud babbeh.” She said before scrambling out of the hole.
> Silly Mumma. She always called you a babbeh, even when you were a colt.
> You stayed there for a moment.
>…and then you decided to peer out and listen. You were still staying in the hole, so you were still being good.
> There stood Mumma and three wingies.
> The first was blue with a yellow mane. The second was grey with a brown mane. The third was light green with a purple mane.
> “Hewwo. Yoo new fwends?” Mumma asked.
> The grey and brown Wingie stepped forwards. “Who yoo?”.
> “Me Magenta!”
> “Magenta…dat pwetty name…” he murmured, smiling. “Me Dusty.”
> You smiled too, ask you watched the exchange.
>But then, you got a feeling in your stomach. Something wasn’t right.
> You noticed how the two other Wingies moved...they were slowly inching their way to either side of Mumma while Dusty was talking to her.
> You had seen Coco’s friends do that when they were going to give owwies to a bad fwuffy.
> Mumma didn’t seem to notice.
> “Yoo pawt of hewd?” Mumma asked.
> “Nu…we jus fwends.” Dusty said. “We wooking fow a…speciaw fwend.”
> “yeh, a pwetty mawe!” said light green Wingie.
> “Wike yoo…” the blue Wingie murmured.
>  Mumma took a step back. “Wat yoo mean?”
> “Yoo gun be ouw speciaw fwend fow a wittwe bit.” Said the green Wingie.
> “Aww of us. Dusty fiwst!” Dusty said and bucked Mumma to the ground.
> “Owwies! Why huwt Magenta!?” Mumma screamed as the two other Wingies wrestled with her.
> They pinned her on her belly, one on each shoulder, while Dusty trotted up to Mumma, and began nuzzling the fluff around her poopie and peepee place.
> “Magenta smeww pwetty too!” Dusty exclaimed.
> “Nu pwease, nu do dis! Nu wan speciaw hugs!”
> “Dusty gun wuv dis…” he whispered, drooling. It changed his voice into a wet growl.
> He got on top of Mumma, and began to thrust.
> “NUU!”
> “enf, enf, enf.”
> You were crying. You hated what you were seeing. You hated them.
> So, you did something you usually would never do.
> You disobeyed Mumma.
> You scrambled out of the hole and threw yourself at Dusty.
> “NU HUWT MUMMA!” you screamed and pushed Dusty off of Mumma.
> But Dusty was bigger than you. He only staggered off of her. He turned to you, his cheeks puffed out.
> “Stoopid cowt! Nu wuin Dusty fun time!”
> You tried to buck him, but her was too fast. He hit you in your sniffer, and it. It hurt more than anything you had ever felt at that point.
> You crumpled to the ground, holding your face and sobbing.
> “Why do dis!? Why huwt Mumma!?”
> “Mawoon, nu! Go in howe!” Mumma wailed.
> You tried to stand, but Dusty bucked you onto your back.
> “Bah. Yoo no cowt. Yoo a wittwe fiwwy.” He said before kicking your special lumps.
> You tried to curl up into a ball, but your whole body was wracked with weakness. All the while, Dusty kicked and bit at you.
> Soon, you fell into sleep. You didn’t want to sleep. You wanted to get up and help Mumma.
 
 
> You were awaken by the sky getting angry. It boomed its rage, and began to cry. Little sky tears falling on your face roused you into awareness.
> Or maybe the booming rage was your head. You didn’t know.
> You slowly stood up, and looked around.
> There lay Mumma. She was very still, laying on her belly, as if sleeping. Booboo juice flowed out of her sniffer and mouth, and her poopie place and peepee place smelled bad. But they didn’t smell of peepees or poopies. They smelled of naughty milk.
> You tried to get Mumma to wake up, but she wouldn’t. She was sleeping forever.
> So you put your face in her fluff and cried, and cried, and cried
> “Mumma! Mumma! Waaah! Mumma!”
 
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> You step on the crying baby, and slowly shift your weight onto its head. Its screamed become louder and louder.
> “NU HUWT BABBEH! BABBEH GUUD BABBEH!” the mare cries before getting bucked in the face by the leading Ash Horn.
> The baby’s cries get softer and softer as your full weight comes down on its little head, followed by a wet crunching noise that reminds you of the sound chippies make when you eat a whole mouthful.
> “Mawoon know wat do…” you say, and look up at the Ash Horns. “Put mawe on back! Put weggies apawt, wan see peepee pwace!”
> The mare is bucked on her back. She cries and babbles as this happens. You barely hear her over the pounding in your head.
> One Ash Horn steps on her belly, holding her down. The other two bite one leg each and separate them.
> “NU! Wat yoo doin!? Pwease nu wike dis! Pwease! Fwuffy sowwy!”
> The sight of her disgusts you. Her peepee place disgusts you. Her peepee place has had a Winge’s no-no’s in it. It has made a weak Wingie baby.
> You will make sure she never has babies again.
> You walk away from them a little before turning around and lowering your horn.
> Then…
> You charge her, and bury your horn deep in her peepee place. Her screams are loud. You pull back and thrust into her peepee place a few more times. Booboo juice stains your face and horn.
> You retract it. And look at the mare. Her peepee place is a red ruin, stretched and shredded.
> This is one of the rules of your herd. Any Pointy mare who has non-pointy babies must get big owwies, and their babies must sleep forever.
> “Wet mawe go. Dat is done.”
> The Ash Horns obey.
> “Guud Fwuffies.” You say, a smile cracking your booboo juice-stained face. “Yoo can go now”
> They leave. And you go back to your Smarty Seat, licking the booboo juice that drips down your horn and face.
> The mare writhes in pain on the ground, trying to stand but can’t. She mewls pathetically. Serves her right.
> She should have known better than to have special hugs with a Wingie.
> You can’t have Wingies in your herd. Or Earthies.
> And the herd is everything.
> The disgust slowly fades away, as you savor the taste of booboo juice, with the after taste of the salty, crunchy chippies.
> You’re such a happy smarty fluffy.