>You are queen of the changelings.
>Banished to this horrible place.
>You almost had it all, Celestia was in your power.
>The elements were no longer a threat.
>But you were beaten by your ex-fiancé of all things.
>And now you’re out here in the Everfree Forest while that SUN RAISING BITCH!!!
>Ok, you’re not bitter.
>You’ll come up with a new plan.
>You just have to count your blessings.
>You have stumbled on the most delectable of dishes.
>You have found a herd of things that do nothing but love.
>Your brood is having fun with them now, these fluffy ponies.
>One is tied up while a couple of changelings take turn growling at it making it scream and shit on itself constantly.
>One fluffy is wrapped in green slime struggling to move while changelings laugh evilly at it.
>Some have taken up turning into fluffies themselves and asking for hugs.
>When a fluffy comes trotting happily up they change into timber wolves at the last minute.
>Some fluffies are stuck to trees while your brood takes turns torturing them in ever more elaborate ways.
>You smile, you love when your subjects are happy.
>Something catches your eye, it is a fluffy trying to crawl away and escape.
>You jump in front of it.
>”Nuuuu! Munsta fin fwuffy!” It trembles spraying a stream of shit behind it.
>”And just where do you think you’re going? We can’t let you leave, you are most…. Delectable.” You give an evil laugh.
>”Pwease nuu hewt fwuffy. Am gud fwuffy…”
>”Oh I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to feed off of your unconditional love!” You raise up spreading your wing.
>You look truly terrifying.
>The fluffy sits with a quivering lip and tears streaming from its eyes.
>”If munsta wan fwuffy wub munsta… why scawe and hewt fwuffy…”
>You slam down your voice rumbling, “BECAUSE-“
>Wait a tic, you stand back up.
>You look over all the wails of anguish from the fluffies and see their crying faces.
>You start thinking that for a race that survives on the love of others you might be going about this the wrong way.
>You look back down at the crying ball of fluff.
>You gently pat its head with your hoof then step back.
>It looks up at you and sniffs, “Munsta nuu hewt fwuffy?”
>You glance between your hoof and the fluffy, “Ummm, no… not today.”
>It jumps up smiling, “Yay! Nuu hewt fwuffy! New fwen?”
>The love coming from this thing is filling you up, it’s amazing.
>You look down with a wide smile, your fangs glistening.
>”Oh yea, I’m your new friend. And we are going to lay waste to a certain eye sore on a cliff!”
>You can’t help but to give another  louder and eviler laugh.
>”yay, fwuffy way waft… wassss… fwuffy do wha nice munsta say!”
>You fly up and shout to your brood, “Ok my loyal subjects! New plan!”
>These new fluffy pony things are just what you needed.
>This day has been just perfect.