> You are Maroon, Red Unicorn Smarty with a red mane
> You and your herd have decided to settle down for the day in The Home, wait for night time, then go graze on grassies from Big Field.
>You got a new friend in the herd, a Unicorn name Sparks. He’s depressed because you had to give his weak wingie Pegasus mate big owwies and make her sleep forever
> But Cuddles is cheering him up with special hugs, then normal hugs
> You lay on your long soft thing, thinking as hard as you can about what to do to make your herd strong again.
> The herd isn’t strong enough to steal mares yet, and your current herd only has two mares
> One is Cuddles, who gives good special hugs but can’t have babies
>The other, Sunny, who is an all yellow unicorn, is going to have Thor’s babies soon.
> Not enough for the herd to sustain itself.
> You stare at Sparks, who is now nestled into a soft thing. Cuddles is still mulling about.
> Maybe he would know where to find more mares. Then he can have a new special friend.
> You will have to talk to him tonight. See where he came from when he went to big field.
> Though, this thought makes you wonder about where you came from.
>Sometimes, you remember, othertimes…you…just…can’t…
 
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> You are Cuddles, the pure pink unicorn filly
> You love hugs. Special and not special. Just not bad special hugs.
> Maroon was made it your job to give special hugs to new stallions who are sad.
> You like special hugs. You like babies.
> It makes you sad that you can’t have babies anymore.
> A long time ago, when you lived with daddy, a earthie stallion snuck into the yard and gave you special hugs
> You didn’t like that. You cried and cried until the stallion made your peepee sticky, then he stopped.
> He tried to leave, but then daddy caught him and gave him big owwies, and made him sleep forever without a head
> After a while, you needed to make big poopies. You were surprised to find that your poopies were babies.
> You loved your babies, but daddy took them away. You were sad for a long time.
> You would go outside, but not play.
>Then another fluffy stallion came along. This one a wingie. He wanted to play, but you didn’t want to.
> He then gave you special hugs. At first you didn’t want it, but then you remembered that daddy said that special hugs make babies, so you let him.
>To your surprise, you liked special hugs. It made your peepee feel good.
> After he made you sticky, you two played a little bit, until daddy came home.
> He looked at your peepee, and got really mad. He pulled off wingie’s wings and burnt his no-no off with burny tool.
> You had babies again, and daddy took them away, then took you to vet and made it so you couldn’t have babies anymore.
> You were sad for a long time, but daddy did it because he loved you: he said so.
> You used to still give special hugs to stallions who would come into the yard.
> You also gave them mouth-hugs: a special hug that the people on some of daddies naughty movies do to each other that feels good.
> You would then shoo them out before daddy found out. But a lot of the times they were meanies. They would take your toys, give you ouchies and make you cry. All of them earthies or wingies.
> One night, everything was hot. There were burny things all around. They burned your fluff, a little, and you escaped out the doggie-door
> You ran across the street and hid in the bushes, while the burny things crawled all over daddy’s house. You cried as the flashy red boxes came and made the house and burny things wet.
> There was no sign of daddy. So you cried some more.
> Then Maroon found you. At first you were scared because you thought he would hurt you. But he was nice and gave you hugs.
> Then, he told his friends to also give you hugs and give you nummies. He taught you how to eat grassies. You felt safe and loved again.
> He then gave you special hugs, and you showed him mouth hugs. He liked that.
> Then you told him that you couldn’t have babies. He was mad, but didn’t give owwies.
> You like him. You like Thor, he’s handsome and brave. You wish you could have his babies.
> You don’t like earthies or wingies. Neither does Maroon or the herd.
> You’re happy to give special hugs, though.
> You’re happy with your friends.
 
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> You are Maroon, and you’re dreaming
> You’re dreaming of grassies, of balls, of sketties and huggies.
> You’re also dreaming of giving owwies to dumb earthies and wingies. Of boo-boo juice running down their faces while they cry. Of making them sleep forever.
> Then you dream of special hugs with pretty unicorn mares. It makes your peepee feel good.
>You awake suddenly, naughty-juice all over your sleepy-place.
> You sniff at it for a moment, then get up. It’s night time.
> You’re about to gather your herd when you hear
> “Wahh! Sunny need make big poopies!”
> New herd members. You smile, as you bark commands
>” Tor! You be daddy soon! Go to sunny! Cuddwes! Get warm soft thing for babehs! Stompy! Stand guawd ouwside!”
> You look to the rest of your herd
> “no fwuffy go outside ‘til babehs come!”
> Thor bounds over to Sunny, and begins licking her face and calling her a good fluffy
>Stompy snorts and makes his way out the hole.
>Cuddles drags over soft things for Sunny.
>Sparks looks on in anticipation, tears forming in his eyes. You suspect he’s thinking of his former mate.
>The two others:  Tangles, the blue unicorn with the tangly blue mane, and Jelly the purple unicorn, babble excitedly before you shush them
>”Peepee…owwies...” Sunny sobs, as Thor nuzzles her.
> Soon, she lets out a big grunt and a small foal slips out of her, along with a little bit of poop. It immediately starts to chirp.
>This is good.
> It looks to be a small brown mare. Even better- when it gets bigger, it will be a mumma. Cuddles brings it over to Sunny, who begins licking it and cooing
>The second one is an orange colt. Before Cuddles can get to it, it begins trying to wiggle over to Sunny’s teat, and has to be picked up by Cuddles and given to Sunny.
>After a few minutes, Sunny grunts and sobs again, and out pops another.
> Cuddles trots over, looks at the foal, then picks it up and brings it over to you.
> It’s small. Too small. It smells funny as well. A blue mare.
> Disappointed, you look at Cuddles and whisper “Giv to Stompy. He know wat to do.”
> With tears in her eyes, Cuddles obeys. Sunny immediately starts crying as she hears the small foal begin chirping for its mumma.
> “nuuu! Babeh need mumma! Need miwk!” she wails.
> Thor already knows what’s about to happen, and says nothing, instead trying to draw Sunny’s attention to her two remaining foals.
> You watch as Cuddles takes the small fluffy outside…and as Sparks follows her.
 
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> You are Stompy. And you love to stomp.
> You love to give big owwies. You love it more than sketties, hugs, playing or special hugs.
> You love to stomp wingies, and hear their wings break.
> You love to stomp earthies, and watch them leak boo-boo juice.
>And when Cuddles brings you the stupid, weak baby, you stomp it too, smushing its little head into the ground.
> Cuddles cries a little as the foal stops making noises and goes limp, then turns away and goes back inside as you continue stomping on it.
>Later, you will put it on the metal-munsta path, so everyone will think a metal-munsta hurt it, and feathered munstas will eat it.
> As you finish breaking every bone in its little body, and admiring how the boo-boo juice comes out all pretty, you notice Sparks staring at you.
> He comes up to you, shaking, scared.
> “Why huwt babeh?” he asks
> You growl, and bop him on his sniffer. He squeals in pain and holds is with both of his hind hoofs.
> “babeh was stoopid, stoopid like Spawks!” you snap “No woom fow weak, stoopid babehs in hewd!”
> He looks at you, tears in his eyes, sobbing
>”No woom anywhewe fow weak and stoopid fwuffies!” you stamp your feet, and puff out your cheeks a bit
>”is Spawks weak?” you ask
> He shakes his head “Nuu! Spawks is stwong. Spawks no stoopid or weak!”
> Just as you’re about to advance on the stoopid fluffy, Maroon emerges from the hole with the rest of the herd: Sunny has her foals snuggled in her fluff.
> “Time for gwassies!” Maroon declares. “go to Big Fiewd! Watch out for metal-munstas!”
>As the herd moves out, he looks at you “Come, Stompy! Time for nummies”
>You pick up the crushed foal in your mouth. Even its taste sickens you
> Sparks follows Maroon, he keeps looking back at you, tears and fear in his eyes.
> You think he may be a weak fluffy.
> You throw the stupid, smushed foal on the metal-munsta pathway and rush to join your herd at Big Field. You feel happy you were able to stomp today.