(Author’s note: this story happens before Silky has her babies, and before Thor dies fighting the snake.)
 
 
> You are Sparks. And you are dreaming.
> In your dream you see Flappy, your special friend.
> She’s purple, she’s pretty. You love her.
> You dream about the time the sky was crying, and you and Flappy hid underneath a tree that was partially uprooted to stay warm and dry.
> It lasted all day and night.
> You remember she snuggled up to you and put her wing over your back.
> You felt cozy.
> You then remember playing with her, tackling her and running away, giggling. Then she would tackle you, and you two would roll around.
> You played like that almost all day.
> Night time came. She held on to your tail, and you made sparks with your horn. You were looking to find a place to sleep for the night.
> You found a space underneath a Human Home- a small hole that you both squeezed into for the night.
> The next morning, as she slept, you snuck out and brought her back some grassies and a few flowers.
> She was happy. You ate with her.
> She told you she loved you, and you gave her special hugs. You remember you kept nuzzling her back between her wings. She liked that.
> You stayed there for a long time, until her belly got big.
> Babies were coming. You were going to be a daddy.
> You had to leave before Flappy got too big to fit through the hole.
> So you took her and went to find somewhere else to go, somewhere safe for babies.
> Everything goes black in the dream. It’s scary.
> You can’t find Flappy!
> You call her, but she doesn’t answer.
> So you run all around, unsure of where you are.
> Finally, light comes back.
> You’re on a field.
> You can see Flappy off in the distance.
> Another fluffy is with her.
> It’s Stompy.
> You run, and run, and run, but you’re not getting any closer!
> Stompy stomps Flappy, who screams and cries for you to save her.
> Stompy keeps smiling as he gives her big owwies.
> You continue to run, crying as you do so.
> Stompy stomps on her belly, and foals fly from her peepee place. She keeps crying.
> Stompy grabs one of the foals and shakes it back and forth in his mouth, booboo juice flying everywhere, matting his fluff.
> He drops the foal and looks at you, smiling with red teeth.
> “Spawks is weak fwuffy.” He says. “Wet wingie die. Wet babbehs die.”
> He licks the booboo juice from the corners of his mouth.
> “Spawks stoopid fwuffy. Spawks usewess fwuffy. No wun wuv Spawks anymowe.”
> You sit in place and cry- it’s all you can do.
 
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> You are awakened by someone pushing you.
> “Spawks? Why Spawks cwy?”
> You open your eyes. It’s Cuddles, looking down at you, concerned.
> Her eyes are the exact same as Flappy’s: green, glittery and pretty.
> You realize the floor around your head is wet.
> You slowly get up.
> “bad dweam?” Cuddles asks.
> You’re upset, so you walk past her, and out into the night.
> You want to be alone. You want to cry.
> You’re a weak fluffy. You couldn’t protect your special friend.
> You go around the corner of The Home, sit down, and wail, holding your hoofs to your eyes.
> “sowwy Fwappy. Spawks sowwy. Wuv yoo fowevew. Wuv babbehs fowevew.”
> Your chest hurts as you sob, memories of playing and having fun flood your mind. Flappy’s pretty smile, her beautiful wings.
> You’ll never see them again.
 
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> You are Cuddles.
> And you’re concerned- Sparks was making funny noises in his sleep, kicking and crying.
> You woke him up, but he just walked away from you. He looked angry and sad at the exact same time.
> You don’t want him to be angry or sad. He’s a good fluffy.
> His special hugs feel different.
> All the other fluffies hop on to of you, give special hugs, feel the good feel and hop off.
> Some are heavy and it makes it hard to breathe.
> Some mount your face and make you give mouth hugs while another gives you special hugs.
> Not Sparks.
> He never asks for mouth hugs.
> When he gives special hugs, he does it slowly. It makes you feel really good. He’s gentle. He doesn’t bite. He always nuzzles your peepee place before hopping on.
> He makes you feel a strange feeling in your chest and peepee place. No other fluffy does that.
> You quietly follow him outside, and you watch him from the shadows.
> He cries for a long time. He keeps saying he’s sorry to ‘Flappy’.
> …you remember when he first came to the herd, he said his special friend was sleeping forever.
> Flappy must’ve been his special friend.
> You bite your lip, and suddenly your own eyes are watering. You told him to forget about her. You never knew that he loved her this much.
> You never knew she was going to have his babies.
> You step out of the shadows.
> “Spawks?” you say.
> He looks at you, his eyes red and puffy.
> You can’t help but trot over to him.
> He just stares at you.
> You do the only thing you can think of: You hug him, and cry with him.
> “Cuddwes sowwy ‘bout Fwappy. Sowwy say fowget.”
> You’re almost expecting to get owwies from Sparks, for Sparks to be mad.
> But he doesn’t give you owwies.
> He hugs you back.
> “Spawks would be good daddeh.” You whisper. “Spawks is best fwuffy”
> “Nu. Spawks weak and stoopid” he sobs. “Stompy say so.”
> “Nu, Stompy is stoopid. Stompy nu knows Spawks wike Cuddwes and Siwky do.”
> You look into his eyes. “Best fwuffy.”
> You then do something you haven’t done since you lived.
> You gave him kisses.
> “wha?” he says, blinking.
> “dat called kissies. Dey onwy fow fwuffies Cuddwes wuv. Yoo onwy fwuffy I giv dem to.”
> You nuzzle his neck. “cuz I wuv Spawks. His speciaw huggies feew best. Make heawt and peepee pwace feew guud.”
> “Weawwy?”
> “yah. Spawks no giv huwties. Wan stay wiv Spawks fowevew.”
> You look at him again.
> “Cuddwes wan be Spawks’ wifey.”
> His eyes widen.
> “Cuddwes onwy wan speciaw huggies fwom Spawks. No otha fwuffy can hav wiv Cuddwes.”
> “but…Jewwy and Tangwes…” he begins.
> “Jewwy and Tangwes can go eat poopies.” You say, smiling.
> Sparks laughs. It is the best sound in the world.
> “Cuddwes not Fwappy…” you begin. His smile slowly disappears at the mention of his special friend’s name.
> “…but Cuddwes wiww wuv Spawks fowevew. Just wike Fwappy does.”
 
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> You are Sparks.
> And hearing Cuddles say that makes you chest feel like it will burst.
> You hug her, nuzzle her.
> She isn’t Flappy, but she loves you.
> And now, you love her.
> After cuddling in the moonlight, you head back into the home.
> You stop for a moment, and gaze at the fluffy at the other side of The Home.
> Sleeping on a soft thing, Stompy stirs slightly. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
> You lay down with Cuddles, who falls asleep soon afterwards.
> But you stare at Stompy.
> And you feel a different feeling.
> It takes a moment for you to remember what this feeling is.
> Hate.
> You lay your head down and close your eyes.
> You swear, one day, you’re going to give Stompy biggest owwies.
> You will make him sleep forever for what he did to Flappy
> You swear it.