>You are a maroon fluffy with a light green mane.
>And you are running.
>You remember when you started how your leggies would hurt for days.
>But now, it comes easy.
>The wind in your fluff feels good.
>Morning just before the big yellow ball comes out is the best time.
>You do not get too hot during this time.
>It feels good to run.
>Over time you have tried to get others to join you but very few can ever make it past a few seconds before giving up.
>But you keep at it, you noticed it has made you quicker and stronger.
>Sometimes your shoulder twinges but you can ignore that.
>You have found a line of bushes that gives you a nice route, plus you can hide quickly if any monsters show up.
>You reach the end of the bushes and turn to run back, you can run faster this time, you know it.
>You hear some huffing coming from the other side of the bush and some complaining.
>”*Huff*… weggies hewt…*huff*…dum dum … fwuffies…*huff*nuu fwuffy betteh…*Huff*”
>You walk through the bushes and see Snuggle Wuggle lying on the ground.
>She sees you and stands up.
>She gives you a death glare and opens her mouth.
>She seems like she is going to say something but her face twist into one of pain.
>”AhhhhhhhhHHH! Weggies!” She flops back to the ground.
>She whimpers a bit before looking back up.
>”Go way!”
>You blink at her, “Why fwuffy weggie hewt? Fwuffy wunning?”
>She huffs a bit then shuffles on her belly under a bush and flops on her side.
>”Snuggle Wuggle nuu beat by meanie fwuffy!”
>She turns and glares at you, “Snuggle Wuggle be gudder dan meanie fwuffY.”
>”Yoo meanie fwuffy! Deadmeat wan weft awone!”
>She snorts at you, “Yoo dum dum fwuffy! Yoo haf herd, yoo smawty! Yoo alway haf twouble!”
>”If Snuggle Wuggle no do it, nudder fwuffy will!”
>”Yoo munsta fwuffy but yoo nice.”
>She sets up a bit and looks at you, “Yoo get herd biggest owchies.”
>She stands weakly but is steady on her feet, “Yoo get biggest owchies. Yoo stwong fwuffy but dum dum smawty.”
>Her words are making you mad, you are a good fluffy.
>”Yoo meanie fwuffy! Deadmeat gif biggest owchies!” You puff your cheeks.
>She walks up and puts her nose to yours, “Yoo no gif biggest owchies yet…”
>You try and stare her down, she stares right back.
>”Snuggle Wuggle watch munsta fwuffy. You hewt fwuffy when dey hewt yoo.”
>”Yoo hewt fwuffy when dey twy take munsta stuff.”
>”Munsta fwuffy noo take fwom fwuffy, munsta fwuffy nuu beat bad fwuffy.”
>”Munsta fwuffy am smawty… but not know am smawty.”
>”Deadmeat am Deadmeat!” You try and back up.
>She walks up keeping contact, “Yoo am smawty! Yoo haf hewd fowwow yoo!”
>”Yoo haf owchie fwens! Yoo haf speshul fwen!”
>You push her down, “Deadmeat haf nuu speshul fwen!”
>She looks up genuinely surprised, “Yoo am smawty… yoo haf any speshul fwen.”
>You turn to walk away, “Deadmeat speshul fwens… haf biggest owchie…”
>”Munsta fwuffy nuu haf babbeh?”
>She smiles, “Snuggle Wuggle win!”
>You hear her laughter and start to run again.
>Her taunting is making you madder, maybe the wind in your fluff can make you feel better.
>You put some distance between you and her.
>You slow down and rest, you look around seeing you are in a different area.
>You sniff around exploring when you happen across a walnut.
>You start getting excited, maybe this tree rock is easier to break.
>You wander around and find a twig.
>You walk back and drop it on the tree rock.
>It bounces off.
>You use your mouth to hit it a few times, all you do is move it around.
>Your head starts to hurt as you look at this enigma.
>You hear something off to your right, you spin and puff your cheeks, “Go Way!”
>A fluffy tailed monster comes out.
>You let out a yell of rage and charge.
>The squirrel runs back into the bush.
>You run in getting your horn caught and flipping under the bush rolling out the other side.
>Three squirrels start chittering and running around you.
>You nip and lunge but they all avoid you.
>After a minute they run off.
>You can’t keep up so you go back to your tree rock.
>It is gone!
>You scramble around but can’t find it anywhere.
>Your mood gets worse.
>You walk around looking for something familiar to make it back to your hidey hole.
>”Deadmeat can gif owchies…” you mumble
>You hear fluiffies giggling and laughing.
>You walk in the direction.
>You see a little clearing with seven fluffies.
>Two are foals.
>You walk up to them, “Fwens?” You ask.
>They turn and see you, a couple of them shout in fear, “Munsta!”
>On runs up, “Go way munsta! Yoo ugwy fwuffy!”
>It is a unicorn fluffy, he puffs his cheeks and starts to make sparklies with his horn.
>You huff at the fluffies and turn to walk away.
>Abruptly you are stopped and pulled back.
>Pain shooting through your tail as the smarty bites you.
>Another fluffy jumps on your back and starts to bite your ears concentrating on your ruined one.
>”Ahhhhhh!! Weave Deadmeat awone!”
>Another comes up and starts to kick your sides, the others are cheering.
>”Get dat bad fwuffy!”, “Gif munsta owwies!”, “Ugwy fwuffy dum dum fwuffy!”
>You quickly roll going over the one on your back.
>You stand and swipe with your horn hitting the kicking fluffy in the neck.
>You give him a small cut, not deep enough to hurt but very painful.
>He falls down covering his neck and starts to cry.
>You yank your tail out of the smarty’s mouth.
>He tries to nip at you but you boop his nose hard.
>He stops and sits down covering his nose with his hoof.
>”Wahhh! Munsta fwuffy hewt smawty! Huu huuu huuuuu!”
>You walk in front of him with glaring eyes, “Yoo way down!”
>He sniffles and lies on the ground on his belly, “Pwease nuu hewt smawty nuu mo…”.
>You walk beside him and raise your tail and poop on his back.
>”Nuuuu! Wahhhhh! Munsta fwuffy gif smawty sowwy poopies! Wa-wahhhhhh!!!”
>A female fluffy lays on her belly submissively.
>The foals run and curl up in her fluff shaking in fear.
>”Pwease nuu hewt babbeh. Am gud fwuffy, pwease nuu hewt dem munsta fwuffy!”
>Tears are rolling down her face, the other fluffies have turned and fled.
>You snort at them and walk through leaving them.
>“Dum dum meanie fwuffies….” You say under your breath.
>”Wahhhh! Go way munsta fwuffy!”
>You continue walking.
>”Deadmeat nuu munsta!” you say to nothing in particular.
>You check your area, you are surrounded by bushes.
>”I wanna be someone’s daddy!”… “Yay! Ne dade-“ You hear a sickening crunch.
>You sneak on making sure the two legged monsters don’t see you.
>Your tummy start to hurt.
>You look around and see some fresh grass in the shade of a tree.
>You walk over and make sure the area is clear.
>You eat your fill and then roll in the grass giggling.
>Yoo dum dum fwuffy! Yoo munsta!
>Fresh thoughts pop into your head and they make you stop giggling.
>You lay down in the grass and shut your eyes.
>Yoo nuu gif owchies! Yoo bad fwuffy!
>You get up and walk again.
>You see a path and recognize it, you follow it back to your area.
>Five fuffies see you and run out, “Yay! Munsta smawty back!”
>You don’t say anything, you stomp back to your bush.
>Roseberry walks up to your bush, “Munsta smawty wan pway?”
>”Go way!” You snap back.
>Rose berry falls on the ground shaking, “Wosebewwy sowwy, pwease no mad at Wosebewwy…”
>You lay in your nest in a huff.
>”Munsta smawty nuu feew gud? Wose bewwy gif huggie!”
>She runs in and hugs your neck giggling.
>”Go way!” Your mood doesn’t get better.
>Roseberry jumps back, “Smawty no feel gud. Smawty mad fwuffy!”
>”Smawty nee speshul huggies! Make smawty nice fwuffy again!”
>Your ears twitch, “Wha fwen mean? Yoo wan Deadmeat gif speshul huggie?”
>Rose berry lowers her head, “Wosebewwy nuu gud for smawty, smawty wan bestest fwuffies.”
>She perks up, “Wosebewwy get speshul fwens fo smawty!” She troddles off.
>You sulk some more, “Dum dum fwuffies… Deadmeat nuu munsta… Deadmeat gud fwuffy…”
>”Wosebewwy get speshul fwens fo smawty!”
>You get curious and walk out from your hidey hole.
>Roseberry has gathered four of the younger perkier fluffies from your growing herd.
>One of the fluffies yelps, “Ahh! Munsta fwuffy!” She starts to shake.
>Roseberry runs in front of her and boops her nose.
>She shrinks down and whimpers while Roseberry scolds her.
>”Dat smawty! Gif him speshul huggies! Make smawty feew betteh!”
>Another fluffy starts to jump excitedly, “Be smawty speshul fwen, get best nummies!”
>”It de herd job make smawty happy. Wosebewwy know fwom wast herd.” She has a beaming smile that she knows her job.
>Almost on cue all the female fluffies turn and present themselves to you.
>”Deadmeat no know what do… Deadmeat wost speshul fwens…”
>Roseberry whispers in your ear, “Happy smawty gud smawty. If no wike Wosebewwy get mo fwuffies.”
>You look at the beautiful giggling fluffies in front of you.
>You are in a sour mood and are confused.
>The female fluffy seem to eb getting anxious.
>”Fwuffy tought munsta smawty stwong smawty…” One of them whispers.
>Roseberry whispers again, “Yoo am smawty, be smawty…”
>You grunt in frustration and run and mount the closest female.
>She yells at your roughness and starts to whine in protest.
>”Enf, enf, enf, Deadmeat, enf enf enf, am gud, enf enf enf, fwuffy! Enf enf enf enf enf!”
>Everything bad that happened today seems to be driving you.
>Suddenly the good feel comes over you and you pull her tight.
>It is like all your troubles disappear for a moment.
>You dismount as the female falls to the ground with tears coming down her face.
>You start to feel bad again, no other fluffy you had special hugs with cried.
>She looks up, ”Fwuffy get nummies noa?”
>Roseberry looks down at her, “Gud fwuffy get nummies.”
>Her tears disappear instantly and she smiles, “Yay! Fwuffy get nummies fo speshul huggie!”
>She gets up and shuffles to the food pile of your herd, her back legs a bit stiffer.
>You are still confused but glad she isn’t crying any more.
>Roseberry looks at you, “Smawty am happy noa?”
>You realize you don’t feel as sulky anymore, “Deadmeat… am happy!”
>Roseberry looks at the remaining female fluffies, “Yoo go way! Smawty happy now!”
>The fluffies all lower their heads, “Fwuffy wan be smawty speshul fwen, get best nummies…”
>One turns and smiles, “Pick fwuffy next time! Gif best speshull huggies fo nummies!”
>Roseberry hugs your neck again, “Yay! Munsta smawty happy fwuffy! Wan pway?”
>You look at her, “Pway tickle tag!”
>She turns and runs giggling as you run behind her getting ready to rub her ribs.
>Life isn’t so bad anymore.