>You are a maroon unicorn with a light green mane.
>And right now you are sore.
>You are walking around your herd area.
>You are hurt.
>You are mad.
>Bruce and four owchie friends surround you as you walk.
*sniff*
>You jump as a nose pushes into your rump.
>”Hee hee hee… gud smeww…”
>You turn around seeing Haze has snuck up behind you.
>His limp is getting better and the swelling in his face is going down.
>You shake your hoof at him, “Nuu be stwange fwuffy!”
>He giggles and runs up to Bruce and sniffs his rump.
>Bruce babbles angrily at him as he trots of smiling.
>You stomp on as your owchie friends trot to keep up.
>Bruce is on alert looking around.
>Every once in a while he mutters to himself, “Hewd nee smawty…”, as if constantly reminding himself of your importance.
>Fluffies play and jump ignoring you as you sulk through.
>You stomp to the food bush seeing stores are low.
>You had sent Pookie out earlier on a food run so you are not too worried.
>You continue to stomp on.
>You stomp out of your herd area and head toward the nearby tree place.
>You hear Haze’s voice from behind you, ”Why smawty go way fwom hewd? Smawty haf owwies.”
>You continue to stomp, “Deadmeat go whewe Deadmeat wan!”
>You stomp on.
>You were a good friend!
>Why did the other smarty send fluffies to hurt you?
>Why did they call you a monster!?
>Your owchie friends and Bruce glance at you nervously as sparklies start to come from the end of your horn.
>Your chest twinges slightly with each stomp.
>Your wound has scabbed over.
>You ignore the itching and pinching from it as you stomp on into the trees.
>You see a small group of fluffies playing and giggling.
>You ignore them as you stomp past.
>They see you and a large unicorn jumps from the group toward you.
>He makes sparklies from his horn and puffs his cheeks.
>”Dis smawty wand! Yoo go way!”
>Bruce and your owchie friends turn to face the smarty.
>Bruce opens his mouth and-
>”Unf! Owwies!”
>Bruce is knocked to the side as you charge past him in a blur heading toward the smarty.
>He loses all appearance of bravery as fear crosses his face.
>He starts to frantically step backward as you jump and tackle him.
>He yells as you roll across the ground, ”AHHHH! Hewp smawty! Munsta fwuffy haf smawty!”
>You place your hoof on his chest and press down holding him on his back.
>”Deadmeat am nuu munsta! Why yoo say Deadmeat am munta!?”
>He lets out a pitiful whine and spray a stream of scaredy poopies.
>”Cause you am meanie fwuffy! Wahhhhhh!”
>Your owchie friends walk over and soround you and the smarty.
>Haze starts to crawl around the two of you on his belly giggling and smiling at the downed smarty.
>You lean in and get nose to nose to the smarty.
>Sparklies fly off your horn as your eyes narrow.
>You growl adorably at the smarty, “Am Deadmeat wook wike meanie fwuffy!?”
>The hapless smarty starts to shake uncontrollably, “Y-y-yoo…. WAHHHHHHHH!!!”
>You start feeling even more angry.
>You stomp on the smarty’s chest, “DEADMEAT AM NUU MEANIE!”
>”Nuuuu! Why munsta hewt daddeh?”
>”Pwease munsta! Nuu hewt speshul fwen! Wahhhhh!”
>Haze pops up confused, “Hase nuu hewt fwuffy.”
>You look up and snap, “DEADMEAT NUU MUNSTA!”
>Bruce turns and walks to the fluffy who just yelled out.
>He bites her ear and starts to pull her over to you.
>The baby fluffy next to her starts to cry and follow after her.
>The female fluffy lays on her belly next to you and the smarty with her foal holding onto her leg shaking in fear.
>Bruce sniffs, “Noa haf dum dum smawty speshul fwen.”
>”Smarty gif big sowwies dum dum smawty and haf speshu huggies wif dum dum smawty’s speshul fwen.”
>Haze gets up and stands over the subjugated fluffies.
>He looks at you with a puzzled look, “Smawty wan Hase gif owies babbeh fwuffy?”
>The female starts to shuffle toward you, “Fwuffy am make munsta smawty haf bestest gud feew… pwease nuu hewt babbeh…”
>You look over the fluffies as you continue to hold down the smarty, “Why fwuffy am scawed Deadmeat!”
>”Deadmeat nuu am meanie!”
>You bat the downed fluffy on his ear, “Deadmeat nuu meanie!”
>He whines pitifully as you glare at him.
>Bruce walks up next to you on your right and Haze approaches on your left.
>Bruce looks at you, “Wha smawty do?”
>Haze looks down at the smarty smiling and wagging his tail, “If smawty nuu wan be meanie den Hase gif owies fo smawty!”
>You are huffing and gritting your teethe but find yourself hesitating, ”Deadmeat nuu wan be meanie…”
>Bruce stomps and huffs, “Yoo am smawty! Smawty am smawty! Nuu am meanie! Am smawty!”
>Haze smiles at you, “Den smawty wan Hase gif owies?”
>You huff not answering.
>Bruce stomps again, “Nuu be dum dum smawty! If dis smawty am on top den he gif yoo big owies! Take yoo speshul fwen! Gif yoo babbeh big owies!”
>Haze looks at you, “Hase am wif smawty. Wha smawty wan do am wha Hase do.”
>Bruce starts to stomp in place, “Nnnnnnn! NNNNNN! Bwoos nuu undehstan! Bwoos se smawty gif owies!”
>”Dis dum dum nee owies! Dum dum smawty gif hewd owies!”
>You stomp down on the smarty, “Bu’ dis fwuffy nuu able gif owies!”
>Haze looks at Bruce, “Yoo nuu be smawty! Smawty do wha am gud fo hewd.”
>Bruce snaps back at Haze, “Gif owies am gud fo hewd!”
>He glares down at the other smarty, “Wet dum dum smawties know nuu twy gif owies!”
>You look down, “Gif owies to fwuffy dat nuu am thweat... dat make Deadmeat meanie…”
>Bruce snaps at you, “Nuu! Dat make yoo stwong smawty! Gud smawty fo hewd!”
>The smarty under your hoof starts to look up, “Yoo nuu gif owies?”
>He smiles, “Yoo am gud smawty! Yoo nuu be meanie!”
>You snap at him, “Yoo quie’!”
>He looks around, “Yoo haf aww big fwuffy bu yoo nuu haf dem gif owies… yoo dum dum!”
>He starts to kick under your hoof.
>He yells to his small herd, “Gif owies dum dum fwuffies ow smawty gif big owies an sowwy poopies!”
>He bats at your hoof as your eyes narrow.
>A few of the nearby fluffies start to step toward you as your owchie friends start to puff their cheeks.
>”Gif owies! Gif-“
>His words cut off as your horn plunges deep into his neck.
>His eyes bug out as you wiggle your horn.
>Blood spays out and starts to coat your chest as you rip your horn out and stare at the other herd.
>His mouth quickly fills with blood and starts to pour out the sides.
>The other herd  freezes staring at you in fear.
>Your owchie friends now embolden step between you and the other fluffies.
>The smarty under your hoof kicks his hoofs a few times before they fall to his side limp.
>You feel a nuzzle at your neck, “Gif stwong fwuffy gud feews… pwease nuu hewt babeh…”
>You look to your side seeing the speshul friend of the dead smawrty nuzzling next to you.
>”Nuuu! daddeh haf big hewties! Huggies hewp daddeh!”
>The young foal runs up and starts to hug the dead fluffy.
>Bruce leans over and whispers in your ear, “Be stwong smawty! Take dum dumd smawty speshul fwen!”
>You look around seeing the fluffies are looking at you.
>Even your owchie friends are glancing back at you.
>”Why nuu gif speshul huggie?”, “Fwuffy nuu gif sowwie poopies…”, “How dat smawty gif owies smawty?”
>Haze is looking about nervously, “Hase am wif smawty… wha smawty do am gud…”
>The female fluffy starts to lick behind your ear and coo.
>She turns and presents herself to you.
>You trot up to her and mount her.
>You grab her tight as you thrust vigorously.
>“Enf! Enf! Enf! Nuu enf! Am enf! Enf! Meanie! Enf! Enf! Enf! Nuu am! Enf! Eennnf! MeeeenF Eeenf!”
>You bear down forcing her head onto the ground as you continue to give her good feels.
>The surrounding fluffies lay on their bellies watching as you take the dead smarty’s mate.
>The foal continues to hug the dead smarty ignoring what is going on behind him.
>You keep noticing the drips of blood coming off your horn staining the back of this new mare’s mane as you keep giving your special hug.
>You finally finish putting your happy juice inside her.
>”EnnFF! Deadmeat! Enf! Enf! Enf!... nuu am! Enf!...meanie….”
>She is huffing under you.
>Her eyes open slowly, “Dat am gud speshul huggies…”
>She wiggles out from under you and gives you a big hug, “Yoo am gud smawty! Nuu hewt babbeh noa!”
>She trots over to the young foal and bites the nape of its neck.
>You are shaking your fluff as she drops the baby fluffy in front of you, “Dis am yoo daddeh noa.”
>She gives a raspberry to the dead fluffy, “Dat am weak dum dum oveh dere!”
>The foal looks up at you, “Yoo am daddeh? Daddeh!”
>It truddles up and hugs your leg still stained with the other smarty’s blood.
>You looked down at the foal surprised, “Bu’ Deadmeat nuu am fwuffy daddeh.”
>The foals mother giggles, “Yoo am siwwy! Yoo take fwuffy mommeh. Yoo am daddeh.”
>She bites the nape of the foal and trots over to your owchie friends.
>You turn and stare at the fluffies from the other herd.
>Haze starts to jump around giggling, “Hase gif owies noa? Gif gud owies fo de smawty!”
>Bruce and the other owchie friends start to step toward the cowering group.
>Finally one yells, “Wahhhh! Bad fwuffies gif owies to gud fwuffy! Saf fwuffy!”
>They all turn and run away screaming and crying.
>Bruce looks at you, “Smawty gif sowwie poopies?”
>You step over to the dead fluffy and raise your tail giving him sorry poopies as the foal runs back to you hugging your leg, “Wub nyu daddeh!”
>You step away and look around.
>Haze is sniffing at a random beetle and giggling.
>Bruce walks next to you, “Wh asmawty wan do noa?”
>You look at the dead fluffy then just gaze into the distance.
>”Deadmeat wan go back hewd awea noa…”
>The female comes over and happily picks up her baby and starts to trot behind the owchie friends heading back to your herd area.
>You start to walk back as well.
>Bruce walks beside you for a bit, “Yoo haf big hewd! Big hewd nee stwong smawty!”
>He looks at you, “Yoo nuu be stwong smawty den nuther fwuffy be stwong smawty!”
>You ignore him as he trots on ahead.
>Haze come trotting behind you ever smiling.
>You look toward the ground.
>You have done some meanie things.
>You have given lots of sorries and owwies.
>But this is the first time you have felt like a meanie for doing it.
>You finally make it back to your herd area.
>”Smawty am de bestest smawty de onwy smawty fo fwuffy!”
>Next Special Friend comes trotting up singing.
>She starts to dance around you randomly kicking her legs about.
>”Smawty keep hewd saf anfd wun off bad…”
>She looks at you and stops singing.
>She throws herself at you and hugs your neck.
>You stop actually surprised, “Why gif Deadmeat huggies?”
>She hugs tighter, “Gud fwuffy sometime feew bad. Nee’ huggies wemind fwuffy dey gud fwuffy…”
>”Smawty wook wike nee biggest bestest huggie. Nex Speshul Fwen gif bestest huggie!”
>You give her a hug back, “Tank yoo…”
>Haze comes walking by and Next Special Friend lets you go and runs over to him, “Yay! Hase am back! Kee’ smawty saf!”
>Haze smiles at her then sticks his nose into her chest and sniffs deeply as she giggles.
>You start to feel a bit better.
>Then you start to think that this is all the lying smarty’s fault!
>He made you be a meanie!
>But it wasn’t all bad.
>You think it is good that you got a new fluffy to give special huggies to.
>Mamma fluffy has been getting a bit big to hold properly lately.
>But you have to concentrate on the bad smarty.
>You will make him pay for making you a meanie!
>You look over and see Bruce and shout at him, “Main owchie fwen! Come Deadmeat!”
>Bruce trots over in front of you and sits with a looking like he feels inconvenienced.
>”Yoo am get owchie fwens! We gif bad hewd owies!”
>Bruce looks at you shocked, then lets a smile creep across his face.
>He stands and stomps, “Ge’ owchies fwens fo smawty! Gif wots owwies! Tee hee hee!”
>He trots of to start grabbing fluffies.
>”WEEEEEEE! Smawty gif owies! Hase gif owies too! YAY!”
>Haze leaps past you giggling and starts to skip among the fluffies.
>You get a grim look on your face as you look toward where the bad herd is.
>You will let your wounds heal up.
>Then you will give owchies.
>You will give biggest owchies!