Wizard spent the next few week teaching the Herd how to get around and use certain things in the Fortress, easier said than done…
Things like doors and containers were easy, but the hard parts came when the Herd discovered some of the Mimics that rested around. While at first they were horrified as Wizard explained that they were munsta-fwends, and would protect them as long as Wizard deemed them as friends.
The Herd would spend weeks staying away from the Mimics until one day a ‘Spwowin-Babbeh’ found its way too close to a Mimic. The Mother of said ‘Spwowin-Babbeh’ was absolute horrified until she saw two sets of hands appear from the chest, gently picking up the ‘Spwowin-Babbeh’ and reaching out to give the mother her child.
After that, Mimics were constantly hugged and snuggled up against, as it made most of the Mares feel very safe.
The Mimics weren’t so happy about the constant hugs, but they endured.
Next on the list to show the Herd was the Golems, again, the Herd presumed they were monsters. To alleviate their fears, Wizard summoned a Fluffy sized Golem, covered in Green Moss, sporting two Mushroom Horns, a Golem Fluffalo. The Summon looked around and found the Fluffies to be amusing, but as it could it could not communicate, it instead simply gave hugs, allowing the Fluffies to nestle into the soft mossy ‘Fluff’ that covered it.
Another problem down, but still many more to deal with. All things Wizard would have to re-teach all the other… Herds that… That came here…
“Mabeh make ting tu du dis su Wizawd nu haff tu…”
As Wizard explained and toured the Fluffies around, He began to feel great about having new friends. Fluffies who would be safe, and simply care about Wizard… Something to… To care about him.
“Fwend Wizawd? Can ‘ou teach Bwoodshot how to du dat Spawkies ting you did tu da munstas? Wizawd am jus’ one Fwuffy, nu can be hewe tu hewp aww da time.” Bloodshot asked, surprising Wizard.
“Weww… Wizawd nu actuawwy knyo how tu teach ‘ou, uh, Wizawd jus’-… Natuawwy-… Gifted?” Wizard tried to lie. Wizard didn’t actually know HOW he had gotten to do these things… He just… Knew.
But, a thought did run thru Wizard’s mind as he looked at the slightly saddened face of Bloodshot. “Nu can teachies… Buh’ Wizawd can make ting tu wet 'ou du stuff wike Wizawd!” Wizard gleefully said, motioning Bloodshot to follow.
Passing the great hall, Wizard and Bloodshot darted to a place no Fluffy would like.
The Armory.
Tarron was not a Blacksmith, but he was gifted in not only magic, but crafting, a slight hobby of his was to create enchanted trinkets and sell them for riches beyond compare. But Wizard was a Fluffy, Heat and Fluff do not mix well.
“Towth Nifwed Maethow Wúg Tinc!”
Slowly, as the incantation was uttered, a whirlwind of heat and metal began to muster around the nearby Anvil, and from the fiery storm, came a Draconian being of molten steel and brimstone, gifted with a mighty Hammer. Bloodshot looked on, utterly amazed at the summoning prowess of Wizard! As Bloodshot turned and looked over to praise Wizard, he noticed that he was no where around… In fact, he was far behind Bloodshot, a small puddle of urine coagulating under him.
“W-Wizawd… 'Ou otay?” Bloodshot asked, a little surprised at the timidness of the might spellcaster… Fluffy.
“Y-y-y-yus…” Wizard said, as he slowly made his way closer to the Draconian.
“Im aníw- cin na ton- awmow o nin mewd mewwon.” Commanded Wizard, and with a swift nod, the Draconian went to work forging something that would fit Bloodshot.
“Wha’ am Munsta makin’?” Asked Bloodshot. “Making tings tu weaw fow Bwoodshot, wiww take sume time, buh untiww it am weady, ‘ou take cawe of hewd, nee’ tu go an’ see if dey nee’ gud feew nummies if dey sickies.” As Wizard explained, he led Bloodshot back thru the Grand Hall, Bloodshot stopped half way thru the hall, basking in the utter size of it. To a Fluffy, anything is large, but even to human eyes, this Hall would seem almost as large as a field, something of that size was to be worked, tended to, but this was no field… This was a very important pl-
“Bwoodshot otay?” Wizard asked, surprisingly close to Bloodshot, the question actually scaring the Alicorn a bit.
“J-jus’… Just’ tinkin how big dis woom is. 'Ou Daddeh was da guy who sit dewe?” Bloodshot asked, pointing over to a large stone throne, it was a reconstruction, but its details were beautiful, originally it had two stone Skeletal heads adorning the arm rest. Now? Two large smiling Fluffies were placed at the end of each rest. What once was just a simple place to push your legs against was now a small stair way for a Fluffy to sit on the mighty throne.
“Weww… Yus and Nu… Big chaiw got bwoken when daddeh went fowebah-sweepies, su Wizawd hab tu… Weww, twy an fix it.” Wizard explained.
Motioning for Bloodshot to continue following, Wizard left the room silently, remembering the horrid days of people coming to yell at his Daddeh.
As Bloodshot followed, Wizard remembered a very specific encounter his Daddeh had with a group of Meanies…
“Give up foul villain! Or face The Mighty Six!” Cried one of the figures from Wizard’s Memories.
“Focus Wizard… Try to remember…” A voice rang out, something about it was familiar…
As the Wizard focused, the Figures that yelled at his Daddeh came more clearer than before.
The one who had yelled at Daddeh was a big buff guy with a… An axe… Behind him stood two ladies, and even further back 3 more of them… Not women, but… Munstas?
An arrow raced past you head! Causing you to focus back on the memory. “Shit, just missed him” Cried one of the Munstas… He was a cat Munsta, Wizard HATED Meow Munstahs!
From where Wizard was sitting he saw a hand reach out, large sparks of blue and yellow range out from the fingertips, causing the archer Meow Munstah to go poof! From next to him, the other two Munstas began to whine and freak out, it caused so much stress for Wizard!
Why was he remembering things like this? This wasn’t so long ago… Was it?
“It was Wizard… It was the first week I had brought you into my home… You were still a little baby…” Called out the voice…
D-Daddeh?
Before Wizard could ask his Daddeh thru the memory, he hit his head walking, all while ignoring Bloodshot. After reassuring the worried Alicorn that he was in fact, okay, they made their way back to the Herd’s Place of Resting.
As Bestes’ Flew higher and higher he felt the wind on his fluff, his muzzle pierced the wind, it all felt so amazing to Bestes’.
As he Flew he began to feel his stomach grumble and the feelings of happiness were replaced with pure hunger again.
“WHY DUMMEH TUMMEH KEEP ON WANTIN’ NUMMIES! AWEADY ATE SKETTIS!” Cried out Bestes’.
The question was met by something flying inches away from Bestes’ Muzzle, causing him to freak out and stop all progress to the next pretty thing he saw.
“WHU STOP BESTES’!” Asked the now enraged foal, strange energy came glowing from the foals eyes.
The entity that had stopped Bestes’ flying was in fact an Adult Red Dragon, hoping for a little morsel before it’s next meal. It was large, covered in Red Scales, and its eyes burned red, fire practically dripping from the serpentine flyer’s mouth.
“Surprising! coi orneeshic nomeno morsel tepohaic creol… moxie…” The Dragon uttered, now starting an areal charge at the Foal.
“Hmph… Dummeh… Hissie-Wingie Munsta.” Bestes’ said, raising a single hoof.
“Wgah’n lloig” Uttered the Foal, the Dragon now a few feet away reels back in absolute pain, causing it to fall down to the ground, crashing thru the canopy of Forest trees below it.
“Dummeh… Nao ‘ou wisten tu Bestes’ ow EWSE!” Bestes’ ordered.
As the Dragon raised it’s head it soon after lowered it, allowing the Bestes’ to climb atop it and sit on the best seat a foal could have.
“where are we to go, my master.” asked the now Enslaved Dragon. “Bestes’ am hungee, nee’ nummies and nee’ wawm pwace fow sweepies!”
Without a second thought, the dragon and Bestes’ flew off to the Mountains of the East, where the Dragon’s Den is located.
“Bettah hab gud nummies Dummeh Hissie-Wingie Munsta” Bestes’ warned, a grimace crept upon the Dragon’s face.
A Few Days Later…
Close to the Fortress marched a large herd led by a overweight Smarty, hoisted up on a platform underneath 4 large Poopie Fluffies.
“DUMMEH POOPIES, SMAWTY AM OFF BAWANCE! 'OU WAN SMAWTY TU FAWW AN GU FOWEBAH SWEEPIES?” the Mad Tyrant yelled. Causing the four Poopies to all stiffen like boards, their fear was well given, as their Smarty was a Cannibalistic, Incestuous, Racist, Pig. The Smarty itself was an Alicorn, but in a Hungry stupor, it ate it’s own wings at a young age. Atop the Smarty’s Mane was a Bright Yellow Colt, long since dead and pierced thru his sharp pointed Horn. At a certain angle, one could even see it like a crown, if it weren’t for the fact it was one of his own Children that he had goofed up trying to eat.
The Smarty led a band of mostly all male fluffies, all conquered Toughies and Nummie finder from the many herds he had butchered and eaten his way thru. Behind the menagerie of technicolor fluffies marched the mares, all missing children, some even missing limbs, all but a single Fluffy, a ‘Prize’ the Smarty had one in his last conquest. While most of the Stallions lusted over her, none were aloud to even talk to her, only the mare, babbehs, and Smarty were aloud that pleasure.
The Mare was named Vanessa and she was a two patterned Unicorn Fluffy, Her coat started a Natural Pink but slowly melted into a lighter pink, almost fading away, as if the color from her legs to her teats gave up due to a lack of care. For a Feral Fluffy, she was absolutely spotless, any amount of dirt she gained she would clean off, or ask another mare to help. Once the Smarty offered to help clean her, she simply giggled and walked away all sultry like. Her mane and Tail were long and Maroon in color. And just to piss off the Smarty, she always flirted with every Stallion that got just too close, hence the ‘NO TALKING’ rule.
As the Herd marched heir way closer and closer to the fortress, The Smarty decided to claim the Fortress as his, and yelled at the top of his lungs multiple orders to the occupants.
“DIS PWACE AM SMAWTY WAND NAO, GIBE AWW MAWES, AWW BABBEHS, AN’ AWW DA NUMMIES ‘OU HAB, OW SMAWTY GIBE DEH WOWSTES’ BITIES EBAH!” The Smarty yelled out, only to hear a slight Echo. “Guess da dummehs am gone aweady! GU IN DEWE TOUGHIES AND GET SMAWTY NUMMIES AWEADY!” Ordered the Smarty.
As soon as the herd barged thru the open courtyard, the Gate had dropped and fallen down behind them. “DIS AM TWAP! TOUGHEIS GU KNOCK GATE TING DOWN!”
Wizard watched from the sky, flying high enough he was out of eye sight of the Fluffies. “Weady tu twy special gift Bwoodshot?” Asked Wizard, flying past him, not answering flew the Alicorn at a speed not even Wizard was used to.
Landing along side him, Wizard and Bloodshot made their debut to the Feral Invaders.
“Dis am Smawty Fwend, Wizawd’s Wand! Weabe ow gu fowebah sweepies!” Cried out Bloodshot. The Feral Smarty had never seen something like this before, a Munsta, clad in shining Armor, FLYING. And next to him, a Bright Purple Pegasus, WHO WAS ALSO FLUFFING FLYING!"
“Aww Fwuffies whu nu wike Fat an’ Ugwy Smawty gu obah tu dat waww dewe!” Instructed Bloodshot. Almost immediately, every mare and foal left the congregation to go over to the wall. Instantly all but the original toughies, the Smarty and his Carrier Poopies were all that remained.
“DUMMEHS! STOOPID DUMMEHS! TOUGHIES GIBE DUMMEH FWYIN FWUFFIES FOWEBAH SWEEPIES DEN GU ENF AWW DAH BABBEHS!” Ordered the Smarty, his small band of Smarties charged at the two Fluffies. Wizard was a bit shaky, but not afraid, Bloodshot on the other hand… Well he was more than happy to try out his new Armor. Against his Light Grey Coat the Armor shined a vibrant orange, the armor covered Bloodshot’s wings and Horn, and the sides of his face, his horn now much larger than it was before was perfect for something the Smarty knew best.
With Two taps of Bloodshot’s Hoof, he was off like a bullet skewering the Smarty high above the toughies and Poopie slaves, as the Yellow foal had been skewered onto the Smarty’s horn, so to was the Smarty Skewered onto Bloodshots.
Wizard took the chance to let the Poopies Slaves run to the wall, now that their Smarty was skewered thru the head, his limb falling limp after a few moments of screaming and gurgling as the blood from the wound had drifted down the Smarty’s throat. As the Toughies continued their charge, some stopped and turned back to see their leader now dead.
Infighting amongst themselves began, and Wizard had seen enough.
“Avae’mhaor less lyn!” Cried out Wizard, a simple beam arched from his mouth, coursing thru the Toughies, painlessly passing thru each of their skulls, leaving a dead Toughie as it passed thru onto the next one.
As the Bolt finished it’s journey a total of 23 toughies laid dead all feeling no pain as they lie still.
Wizard looked to the Fluffies along the wall, and realized he would have to do another introduction again, but as he looked over the Fluffies, his eyes met Vanessa’s She had been staring in disbelief as a single fluffy had taken out so many Toughies. On top of that, a Pegasus just used magic!
Vanessa felt her heat thump more passionately than she had ever felt before, without a single word she sauntered up to Wizard, who was absolutely enthralled by the Mare’s Beauty. Bloodshot also watched, and quietly giggled as he led the others thru the main door to the Grand Hall.
After what felt like so Many Forevers, She stopped, right in front of Wizard. Wizard was already a nervous wreck and had no advantage in conversation as it was… and flriting was off the table… What could he say?
Before Wizard could say anything, Vanessa broke the silence. “Wan be Speshuw Fwends wiff pwetty Fwuffy…” As Vanessa said this, she realized she had said a thought out loud and ocvered her mouth with a hoof.
‘Atta boy champ’ Wizard heard from behind him, a voice sounding just like his Daddeh. Turning around to meet the Mare’s eyes, he just simply nodded. As Vaness saw the noding, she tackled the poor Stallion down and kissed him.
Well that was easy!
