> You are Maroon, the dark red unicorn smarty with a dark red mane.
> And you’re waiting patiently.
> The head-hurties have subsided a bit, but the sight of the wingie called Poppy gives you a throbbing pain behind your eyes.
> You’ve told Stompy to wait at the other entrance to The Rink, to make sure no fluffy escapes.
> He didn’t like that. He said he wanted to stomp.
> You just sent Cookie into The Rink with your message: Winter will come out, or you will hurt Poppy.
> All you can do is wait now.
> Which is alright.
> Poppy isn’t going anywhere.
> You know The Rink herd is big. This is why you want Winter to sleep forever first.
> This is also why you had Stompy go to the other entrance- to come in and give big owwies when you tell him to. They would never expect it.
> You scrunch your nose. There’s something about making Stompy wait that seems off. You never told him to wait until you called him, you just told him to stay there.
> You think harder about it for a few more moments before deciding that nothing could go wrong.
> Instead, you think about your own herd. You know all the stallions are ready to give biggest owwies. That’s why every single one of them had to give biggest owwies before.
> You’re a little unsure about the mares, which is why you had to tell them that the fluffies of The Rink were bad. Which is why you had to talk about babies sleeping forever.
> You gaze at Cuddles and Sparks. Cuddles looks scared, and doesn’t want to leave Sparks.
> You look at Jelly, who stares, drooling, at Poppy.
> You turn to Scout, who looks equal parts scared and excited.
> You’re confident in the fluffies before you. You’re confident in yourself.
> You shift your weight onto your left front leg. It hurts and feels tingly.
> Then you sniff the air, and take in the smell of freshly-spilled boo-boo juice.
> You like it, but it makes your head hurt a little.
> You gaze into the shiny entrance, and narrow your eyes.
> Once you have The Rink, you and your herd will be warm and safe with good nummies always near.
> You can hardly wait.
 
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> You are Winter, the white Unicorn smarty with a grey mane.
> And you are displeased.
> Cookie just came to you with the news- a new herd full of Unicorns gave many of your herd members biggest owwies, took your nummies, and made many sleep forever.
> Except Poppy.
> Which doesn’t bother you that much- you let her go out to get nummies because you know she’d find good nummies.
> It also gave you a chance to do “smarty things”: give special hugs to every unattached mare in The Rink that you could find.
> Maybe a stallion or two as well.
> You were looking forward to good nummies.
> Well, the stupid herd that is looking to take The Rink from you is in for a nasty surprise.
> You gaze over to Stone with a smile, and he smile back.
> Stone is a completely grey Pegasus stallion. He’s big, bigger than most earth fluffies. And he’s mean. He follows you because you always share good nummies with him and give him any mare he wants.
> Not that you couldn’t give biggest owwies yourself, but why bother when you have someone to do it for you?
> You make your way to the shiny entrance.
> You’re going to talk with their smarty friend, let him know that he and his stupid herd aren’t getting in here.
> Stone and Cookie follow you.
> You have no plans of actually going out, however. What if he has friends that could give you big owwies?
> You’re not a dummy fluffy.
> If they want you get you, they have to come in and find you.
 
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> You are Stompy
> And you are bored and anxious.
> With you is Skippy, Nemo, Pepper and a bunch of other stallions you’ve never really talked to before.
> Maroon told them to listen to you.
> You liked that, but you don’t want to wait.
> You want to go in and stomp.
> You can’t help but think of the uncountable foals and fluffies you’ve stomped before.
> You remember that one mare with the pretty teeth!
> What was her name again?
>…you can’t remember. But you still have her teeth at the home- you hid them under a long soft things. You look at them from time to time.
> You also remember that you accidently swallowed a couple when you were bring them back to The Home. It made your poopies hurt a little.
> You stomp your feet idly.
> Some of the other stallions are babbling and going on about…well, you don’t care.
> It doesn’t involve stomping.
> You’re staring at the hole, when a red Unicorn mare with a yellow mane approaches you.
> “hewwo. Candy bowed. Stompy be fwend?” She says.
> You don’t even reply.
> “Be speciaw fwend?” she says when you don’t answer.
> You look at her.
> She turns around and shows you her peepee place.
> “speciaw hugs?” she asks.
> You bare you teeth, and you buck that stupid peepee place.
> “owwies! Why huwt Candy’s peepe pwace?” she squeals as she skitters away
> You notice all the babbling stops.
> Wait, you don’t care.
> “Nu wan speciaw hugs! Nu wan speciaw fwend! Wan stomp! Stompy onwy wan stomp!” you yell.
> You turn around and gaze at all the other fluffies
> You glare at them.
> “stomping aww dat mattews”
> They look afraid.
> Good.
> “giving biggest owwies aww dat mattews. It mattews mostest now. We aww gong iv biggest owwies before suntime. Jus yoo fwuffies wait”
> You grin wickedly. Already you can hear the chirping of foals as you crush them. Already you can feel the fluff of stallion, mare, colt and filly giving way beneath your strong hoofs.
> You almost think you can smell boo-boo juice.
> “jus yoo fwuffies wait.”
 
 
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> You are Maroon, and you’re still patient.
> You’ve decided to lay down for a while. You hurt leg needs a rest.
> Your thoughts turn to Silky for a moment.
> Your head begins to pound harder. It makes you so angry.
> You’re going to take that anger out of these dumb fluffies in The Rink.
> Soon.
> “Smawty of dumb hewd, Wintew wan tawk with yoo!” you hear. It comes from the shiny entrance.
> You look at the fluffies holding standing around Poppy
> “Bwing her cwosew. Wan Wintew to heaw dis” you say as you get up and take a few steps towards the shiny entrance.
> The fluffies obey as Poppy whines and complains, Jelly following them closely.
> “I Mawoon, best smawty of best hewd!” You yell into the shiny entrance.
> “Wat dummy Mawoon wan!?”
> “Wintew come out, ow we giv Poppy bad speciaw huggies and biggest owwies!”
> You smile, then add “She soooo pwetty an soft! Stawwions can’t hewp demsewves!”
> “NUUU! PWEASE WINTEW, SAVE POPPY!” Poppy screams, before being bucked into silence.
> There is no answer, so you add: “Peepee pwease wook wawm and smeww guud!”
> There is still no answer. You thought this would bring him running.
> “Wintew nu cawe!”
> The answer stuns you. You weren’t expecting this.
> “Wintew hav many speciaw fwends, mowe pwetty den Poppy! Dummy Mawoon nu know all guud smawties hav many speaciaw fwends? HAH!”
> You grit your teeth and turn toward your fluffies.
> “make Poppy sweep fowevew.” You say.
> They begin their work- biting, kicking, stomping. She screams and screams.
> “nuu! Pwease nu huwt, stop!”
> Jelly looks at you, confused. “Why no speciaw hugs?”
> You shoot him a look “No time.”. The pounding has gotten more intense, you have to struggle to hear Jelly over it and Poppy’s screams.
> She eventually stops, her wings broken, booboo juice leaking from her mouth, parts of her little fluffy body squished and flattened. Her eyes stare up at you.
> You would bite them out of her head if you had the time.
> “HEAW DAT!?” you roar into the shiny entrance. “ DAT BE YOO AND YOO HEWD SOON! YOO AWW GON SWEEP FOWEVEW!”
> There is silence as you move back to join your herd.
> “Fwuffies!” You call. “Dey wet dere hewd membews sweep fowevew! Dey aww bad fwuffies wike Mawoon say!”
> Their eyes light up. They understand what you mean.
> “Aww bad fwuffies don’t desewve guud things!”
> You turn back towards the shiny entrance.
> “wets get dem! Take Wink fow Best Hewd!”
> They babble amongst themselves, agreeing with your words
> “Fowwow Mawoon! Giv biggest owwies! BOOBOO JUICE!”
> “BOOBOO JUICE!” they echo, as you charge towards the shiny entrance, your head pounding. They follow you.
> They’re good fluffies.