As the sun rose, the foals awoke, restless and needing excitement. They were supposed to wait for their mother to survey the area to ensure their safety, however the foals, one by one leapt out of the nest, heading to a clearing in search of a meal. As the foals frolicked, a herd of ferals approached. The foals didn’t notice them until they heard the smarty bellow “DUMMEH PWANT TING! DIS AM SMAWTY WAND!” followed by a thud and a cry of pain. The runt had been sent flying into a thorn bush, adorning her with scratches and cuts. The siblings all shot up, ready to defend themselves and their siblings. They all circled the smarty, and as soon as he was dizzy, they used their vines to grab each of the smarty’s legs. They slowly began backing up, their vines wrapped around a limb. The smarty soon realized what was happening, kicking and screaming, but to no avail. Vines soon held his mouth shut, silencing him. The foals all stayed still, until another thud was heard. “Another sibling down!” the eldest yelled. Soon the smarty was restrained. The runt emerged from the bushes and limped her way behind the smarty, as her vines wrapped around his special lumps “Nu TOUCH WUMPS!” the smarty protested, his herd watching in horror. She began slowly pulling, before yanking them off, and shoving them up his ass.
Meanwhile
The mother frantically searches her nest for her foals, before hearing a scream. She sees the clearing from her nest, and rushes to her foal’s aid, gathering more friends.
Back at the clearing
One sibling quickly ripped off a hind leg, then another. In under a minute, the smarty was pillowed and sobbing, before three toughies charged towards them, before having its throat slashed by a thorny vine. The foals whipped their heads around, to be met by many other Venus fluff traps.”I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE NEST UNTIL IT WAS SAFE” their mother screamed. Soon the foals were disemboweling a pregnant mare,then ripping the eyes out of toughie’s heads and forcing the feral foals to eat them, if they didn’t comply, they were stabbed in the eye. As the sun set, the Venus fluff trap herd dragged their half dead meals back to their nests, the only thing left of the herd were organs and bloodstained grass. “So what did you learn, children?” Their mother asked. “MOTHER KNOWS BEST?” they answered. That’s right, now let’s get you cleaned up, darlings.
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Its good that they at least lost something while not listening
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