“There it stands
Way up high
A million bodies piled to the sky
Arms and legs
Feet and hands
Impossible to understand.”
-Alice Cooper, “Somewhere in the Jungle”, from the album ‘Dragontown’, 2001
 
 
“Genocide, after all, is an exercise in community building.”
-Philip Gourevitch.
 
 
 
> You are Pepper, the red Ash Horn with a yellow mane.
> And this is such poopies.
> You’re currently dragging this stupid wingie to the Hurty Place.
> Maroon told you and a few other Ash Horns to go into the slave room and get rid of any slave that had bad sickies or were sleeping forever and put them in the Hurty Place nearby.
> You and the other Ash Horns do this every once in a while.
> Usually, you don’t mind it, but you’re mad at Maroon for making you sleep in the Poopie Room. When every fluffy was having special hugs, you weren’t allowed to have any!
> What a meanie.
> You place the wingie near the bottom of the Hurty Place. You hold your breath as you turn away.
> The Hurty Place is very stinky. Maroon puts all bad unicorn fluffies here after they sleep forever. He also puts any earthie or wingie slaves here- whether they’re sleeping forever or not.
> If you spend too much time around the Hurty Place, you feel sick.
> Most Best Herd members do.
> But not Maroon, and not Stompy.
> Another Ash Horn is pulling a small wingie filly towards the Hurty Place. She isn’t sleeping forever, and she cries.
> “pwease, pwease wet go!”
> The Ash Horn ignores her.
> The little filly’s peepee place has booboo juice on it. She probably got bad special huggies from some stallion.
> You’re jealous.
> That Ash Horn will probably bury her in the Hurty Place. Before she sleeps forever. Let the white, squirmy things that make nummies of stinky fluffies crawl all over her.
> Maybe he’ll give her leggies big owwies so she can’t run.
> You remember back before Best Herd took The Rink away from Winter’s Herd, Maroon always used to say ‘The Herd is Everything’.
> Before giving owwies, he would get you all to say ‘For the Herd’.
> He never says this anymore, but he keeps telling Mummas to teach these words to babies.
> He tells Dadas to teach babies that any fluffy who doesn’t have a horn is a bad, meanie fluffy who wants to hurt them, and to never believe them when they say otherwise.
> That’s okay, but it bothered you that Maroon never says ‘The Herd is Everything’ anymore.
> …
> Back to work.
> You grab another sleeping-forever fluffy and start dragging it away.
> Until you notice something.
> “why dis fwuffy hav hown?” you ask one of your fellow Ash Horns, who is assisting in putting fluffies in the Hurty Place.
> An Ash Horn with black fluff and a grey mane stops dragging his own useless, forever-sleeping earthie, and says to you:
> “dat one was a poopiewuva’. Mawoon nu wike poopiewuvas ow fwuffmunchas. Yoo know dat, siwwy Peppew.”
> You almost don’t want to touch it now.
> A poopielover. A stallion who had special huggies with another stallion.
> Maroon said any stallion who does that is to be given biggest owwies. Same with Fluffmunchers- mares who try to give good feels to another mares.
> They make you feel as if you could make sickies.
> You grab the dummy, dirty poopielover by its tail, and begin dragging.
 
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> You are Sparks.
> You are traveling with all these new, different fluffies- no, all these new, different friends, to a place called ‘The Shacks’- a safe place.
> You are so happy to see Silky again.
> It is at this time that you realize that Dark Forest isn’t dark at all. It’s green and smells nice.
> A blue unicorn stallion with a brown mane called ‘Scruffy’ leads the way.
> When you told him that you came from Maroon’s herd, that you ran away, he said that his smarty, Peppermint, would want to talk to you.
> You don’t like that.
> All the smarties you’ve seen have been nothing more than bullies. Smart bullies and dumb bullies, but all just bullies.
> Still, you’re among friends.
> “she guud smawty” Silky had said. “she nu wet bad fwuffies giv owwies ow bad speciaw huggies. She make suwe aww fwuffies get guud nummies.”
> So maybe this smarty will be different.
> Beside you is Cuddles, and besides Cuddles is Silky.
> Scout, Brownie and Sunny are close behind. They are all a lot happier now.
> And so are you.
> At the very head of the group is Scruffy, along with an orange pegagsus mare with a white mane named Kazoo.
> Kazoo carries in her mouth a strange orange toy that makes buzzy sounds when she blows into it. It sounds funny.
> As soon as you see The Shacks, which looks like a few very small brown and grey human homes, you hear some fluffy from inside one of them shout “Fwends back!”
> This is followed by many fluffies scurrying out from underneath The Shacks- holes that some fluffy dug so friends could get inside and stay warm.
> You’ve never seen so many happy fluffies!
> Cuddles snuggles her face into yours. “Yoo did it. Yoo hewp Sunny, Bwownie and Scout find bettew safe pwace. Yoo soo bwave.”
> Your eyes burn.
> You kept your promise to Thor.
> But you can’t help but think of all the fluffies still at The Rink. Both the good fluffies who have been given owwies, and the fluffies too scared to tell Maroon to stop the hurties.
> “Who dis, Siwky?”
> A very, very big blue pegasus mare with a black mane trots up to you. She looks really, really mean.
> “He dun wook bwave ow stwong…” she rumbles.
> All you can do is stare. She has to at least the size that Thor was.
> Before Silky can say anything, Cuddles stands between you and this new mare, puffing her cheeks as she does so.
> “Yoo weave husband awone ow Cuddwes giv big dummy owwies!”
> The big mare looks down at Cuddles for a moment, then smiles.
> “Kawi nu huwt smaww stawwion. Kawi wike Cuddwes, tho.”
> Cuddles just stares up at the mare, cheeks still puffing.
> “Kawi, dis Spawks.” Silky says.
> At this, Kali’s eyes widen, and she stops looking mean.
> “Kawi sowwy. Nu kno yoo guud fwuffy dat hewp Siwky get ‘way fwom bad smawty. Huggies?”
> She trots closer, but Cuddles stomps her hoofs.
> “Cuddwes, is otay. Giv Kawi huggies. Be guud fwends now.” You say.
> You step forth and hug Kali. Cuddles, after a moment, also hugs Kali.
> You feel better now that you’re here.
> As if some great weight has been lifted off of your chest.
> A pure brown unicorn slowly trots up to you after a moment.
> “Dis Cookie.” Silky says.
> You open up your weggies for a hug, but Cookie just stares.
> “Yoo hewp Siwky wun fwom Mawoon?” he asks.
> After a moment, you answer. “Yus. Nu am wike bad fwuff-“
> “Da Wink. Was Spawks dewe? Wat happen?”
> You stare at Cookie, who looks very sad and a little scared.
> “Spawks was dewe. Spawks…” you begin.
> Suddenly you realize that all the fluffies around you have stopped talking, hugging and playing. They’re all looking at you and Cookie.
> You swallow.
> “Spawks sowwy.”
> At this, Cookie starts to cry.
> And that heavy feeling returns to your chest.
> How can you call yourself a good fluffy if you don’t try to help your friends who are still at The Rink?
> You turn to Scruffy. “Wan see Peppewmint pwease.”
> Scruffy nods. “Fowwow Scruffy.”
> Scruffy leads you to a small hole underneath one of The Shacks.
> “In dewe.” He says, pointing at the hole with his hoof.
> You swallow again, and scurry underneath, then into, the small human home.
> You know what you must tell Peppermint.
> And you hope she’ll listen.
 
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> You are Atlas, the orange unicorn with a red mane
> Currently, you are following Stompy down to The Home.
> Later last darktime, Maroon told Stompy to go there.
> Stompy didn’t like it at first, and didn’t want to listen to Maroon. But Maroon told him that The Rink was getting too full of fluffies and he and some others had to go.
> He said that Stompy could stomp anything he wanted out there.
> “…otay, Stompy go. But onwy cuz Stompy wan go!” Stompy had said.
> Maroon took you aside before sleepytime and told you that he didn’t want Stompy around anymore, and that he wanted you to stay close to him and make sure he doesn’t come back to The Rink.
> “He make bein smawty hawd. He awways wan giv owwies, even when thewe nu need fow owwies. Yoo stay cwose to him, Atwas. If he say he gun come back, you come to Mawoon. Wun to da Wink. Otay?”
> You won’t, however.
> You’re just happy to be close to Little River.
> As soon as possible, you’ll tell Scruffy, or whoever Scruffy sends, what Maroon told you and all the other Ash Horns.
> “As soon as pwetty fwowas come, Mawoon gun wook fow mow wand. Gun go to Dawk Fowest, gun make evewy eawthie an wingie dewe sweep fowevew!”
> The Ash Horns had cheered at this.
> “Gun take Ash Howns an stwong stawwions an make dem aww dwown in booboo juice!”
> “Best Hewd!” Cloud had yelled in response to this, his horn sparking.
> “Gun wet dem aww giv bad speciaw huggies to mawes and fiwwies!” Maroon continued. “Best babbehs wiww pway with dummy babbeh heads wike bawws!”
> Crystal, the only mare Ash Horn, roared her joy at this thought. “Yus!”
> “an Mawoon gun make evewy stoopid smawty wick Mawoon’s nonos!”
> All the Ash Horns laughed at this.
> “Dis is wat Mawoon say! Dis is wat gun happen! Dis a PWOMISE!”
> You smiled, but you also felt like you could make sickies.
> You left the Rink with Stompy before Best Herd started to have Special Time.
> Hopefully tonight some fluffy on the other side of Little River will be there.
> You need to warn Peppermint.
> You need to warn Kali, your true special friend.
> You left Juno back at The Rink. And good riddance. She would never leave you alone and kept whining for babies.
> So many good fluffies are already having bad hurties because of Maroon.
> Those in the Slave Room. Those sleeping forever in the Hurty Place.
> You don’t want that to happen to Dark Forest Herd.
> And you won’t let it happen.
> If you can help it…
 
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> You are Queenie, special friend of Maroon.
> And you are about to have a really big good feel.
> You started making the Good Smell a few brighttimes ago.
> Ever since then, you’ve wanted to take some time and have lots of special hugs with Maroon.
> After you came back from eating grassies, you went to the Smarty Room and waited.
> When Maroon entered, you simply lifted your tail, allowing him to see your peepee place and poopie place.
> You giggled as he nuzzled your neck, your mane your rump.
> And you gasped as he nuzzled your peepee place before giving it a long slow lick.
> “yummy peepee pwace.” He had said before getting on top of you.
> “Yah, Mawoon. Queenie need dis. Queen need Mawoon!” you whispered as he bit the back of your neck and began to thrust.
> In your mind, you remember the way you felt the time he gave biggest owwies to meanie Stone. Seeing him covered in booboo juice, Stone sleeping forever on the ground nearby.
> You knew he would make a great special friend.
> You love the way he bites the back of your neck during special hugs.
> “soo stwong.”
> “enf, enf, enf”
> Now you voice your good feel.
> “Wuv Mawoon! Yah! Feew guud! Wuv Mawoon!”
> “enf, enf, enf…ENF! ENF! ENNNF!”
> Seems he felt his good feel as well: you can feel his no-no juice dripping down your left back leggie.
> He rolls off of you, panting, while you curl up and lick your peepee place.
> His no-no juice tastes sweet.
> “ ..w…wuv Queenie…hahhh…” he whispers before starting to snore.
> You snuggle in close to him afterwards and close your eyes, thinking of babies as you do.
> He can do whatever he wants, to you or other fluffies, so long as he gives you lots and lots of babies, good feels and keeps you safe.
> You’re such a happy special friend.