Chapter 1
I’m on my way home as I walk past an alley and hear typical fluffy whining.
I thought to myself, this could be a good chance, as my last fluffy “died” recently and decided to go into the alley.
As I got nearer I could clearly hear fluffys crying about tummy owies, no nummies or milkies.
Good, the fluffys seem to starve, that’s perfect for my intentions.
I reached the fluffies and there they are, it is a green mare with 4 very young foals, a white foal with pink mane,
a blue with a white mane, a complete green and a brown foal.
They haven’t noticed me yet.
I’m quietly getting near them.
“Hello, fluffies.”
They make a short scream as I surprised them, the white even made scary poopies as it runs behind her mother,
the green also hides behind his mother and the other two are just staring at me not knowing what to do.
“Hewo mistah.” The mare greets me. “Have nummies fo fwuffys? Nee to make miwkies fo babbehs!”
“Fwuffys have big tummie owies!”
All eyes are on me.
“Yes, I have nummies at home.”
They all seem happy and want to do a happy dance or cheer as they think I take them all home and feed them,
as I harsh interrupt them.
“BUT!”
All eyes back on me a bit shocked or surprised.
“You have to do everything I say or all of you will get forever sleepies!”
The joy turns into fear and they start mumbling nu wan forever sleepies.
“And I am sorry but I only have food and can take home one of you, the others will have forever sleepies soon.”
Now they are shocked an want to start to panic as I interrupt them again.
“REMEMBER! Do Everything I say and one of you will get a lot of nummies, love and a new home.”
“Mister nu can wub aw fwuffys?” The mare asks. “Nu wan babbehs to have forever sweepies.”
“NO!” I shout, the mare seems to think she will be the one to survive.
“Only one and now do what I say or you will all get forever sleepies NOW!”
They all look shocked at me and I can see they are still at the merge to panic.
I need to calm them down a bit.
“You all have big tummie owies?”
“Having biggest tummie owies eva.” Answers the Mare while the foals mumble biggest tummie owies. “Nee Nummies mistah.”
“Do you know what happens if you don’t get nummies soon?”
The mare looks surprised and takes a moment before she answers while her foals just look confused.
“Nu know mistah, nee num to make miwkies fo babbehs.” She says while desperately looking at her brown foal.
Perfect timing I think, she was about to eat one of her foals but can’t say it in front of her foals.
“But I know it, you would all get forever sleepies very soon from tummie owies.”
The foals are shocked again and the mare looks at me with tears in her eyes, she can impossibly say what she would
do to give the rest of her foals a few more days.
“But with my help, at least one of you will survive and will have enough nummies forever,
as long as you do what I say.”
The mare bends down her head, she seems to accept the fate to come while the foals still seem to be very afraid, but
calmed a bit down.
“Now everyone get in one line, sit next to each other!”
The mare walks closer to me and sits down in front of me and the foals follow her lead as she starts walking.
That is how I want it, obedient feral fluffys, and it really works most of the time when they are really hungry.
But I still need to reduce five to one, to get the most obedient one that has a chance to stay this way.
They all look at me now in a line, the mare sad and the foals whining a bit.
At first the mare and the white foal very close to her followed by the green one, then the blue and for last the brown.
The way they look at me it seems every single fluffy thinks he could be the one to survive.
Soon I will prove the first one wrong.
“Everyone lift your front legs up and stand on your back legs!”
They do as told, though the foals need a moment to stand still.
Now I could clearly see the foals genders, the white and brown are mares and the blue and green are stallions.
“Everyone sit down again!”
No problems they do as told.
“Now mother I want you to pick up your bestes babbeh!”
The mare hesitates at first but then starts picking, as she probably thinks this decision is safe for her and
her best baby.
She picks up the white foal right next to her and lifts it up to show me, the other foals look a bit worried.
They all think the best baby will probably survive and I think probably not.
“This is bestes babbeh.”
The white foal seems cheered up and even waves and says: “Am bestes babbeh, give nummies an wuve.”
“Ok, mother keep holding your best babbeh like this and white foal I want you to stay still!”
“You other foals turn on your backs now!”
The white stops moving but keeps smiling at me while her siblings struggle at first to get on their backs
but finally, manage to mostly immobilize themselves.
And now the first moment of truth.
“White foal remember to stay still and quiet, no matter what happens and mother I want you to squeeze your white foal
with your front legs until it gets forever sleepies!”
The white foals smile is gone and changed to fear and the mare starts to put it down and say: “Bu-”
“KEEP THE FAOL UP!” I say load and the mare lifts it up again as the foal now starts to panic and cry.
The mare wants to say something again but I continue loud: “AND NOW SQUEEZE IT!”
The other foals just lay there on their back looking shocked at her mother and sister and the brown starts crying
and mumbling scawy.
The foal wiggles as hard as it could in her mothers grasp screaming “NU WAN FOWEVA SWEEPIESS” and “AM BESTES BABBEH”
The mare keeps the foal up and in her grasp but trys to convince me not to kill it while she’s crying.
“Nu wan give beshtes babbeh huuu foweva shweepies, huuu ish beshtes babbeh,huuu babbehs awe fo wuv an huggiesh an n-”
STOMP
I managed to crush the mares head and the white foal with one hard stomp, not the first time I managed to do so.
They acted as expected and as many before them. It is very rare, that the mare actually squeezes its best babbeh
or at least fast enough before I execute them.
Now I already got rid of the mare and the probably spoiled brat. Down to three.
I look to the remaining foals, they made a bit scary poopies and started crying and mumbling “Nu wan foweva sleepies”,
“Scawy”, the question why I did this and the brown even mumbles “munstah”.
As I knee down to the three foals they start to wiggle and the brown even starts to panic.
“Remember what I said, do what I say or you get forever sleepies.”
I point at the corpses of their mother and sister.
“They didn’t do what I said, your sister didn’t hold still and your mother didn’t squeeze, so they got forever
sleepies. And I said I can save only one.”
The brown panics even more.
“And now everyone stop crying and hold still!”
The green is still sobbing but so far calm, the blue takes deep breaths and looks at me but then turns
to his brown sister as she won’t calm down.
As she starts to get up it seems he wants to say something to her or stop her but.
SMASH
I slam the brown with my fist. Down to two.
Actually, it is good that I had to smash one, this way the next steps gets less complicated and I can go on with the
final part.
The remaining two have their eyes closed and make no move unless some shaking, they each hope they are not the next.
“Ok, you two I will help you to get up and then stand still for the next thing I will say!”
I lifted them up and place them in front of each other, at first they look at each other but then focus on me.
“Ok, for you both I want you to give your brother forever sleepies!”
They look shocked and then at each other and hesitate to do something.
Then the green turns to me and says: “Nu wan giv bwudah foweva sweepies, bwudah wubs bwudah and bwudah w-”
The blue rams the green interrupting his speech and getting him back on his back.
Now the green starts to panic and screams: “NU BWUDAH, NU WAN FOWEVA SWEEPIES”, while the blue starts to attack him
and say with tears in his eyes: “Sowwwy bwudah, nee do wha mistah says, nu wan foweva sweepies.”.
I watch them for a moment as the blue actually is trying to kill his brother while saying sorry and the green trying to
defend himself on the back and begging his brother for mercy, knowing that they would probably not be able to kill
each other cause they are too young and weak.
These foals are probably the youngest I ever made this challenge.
But as the blue one closes his eyes and even turns his head away to stomp his brother on his stomach repeatedly,
what seems to do nearly no damage, I am using this chance to quickly cover the greens mouth with my thumb and then
secretly squeezing his head to the ground until it…
CRACK
Down to one, the challenge is over.
The blue immediately stops as he hears the sound, with his front legs still on his brother
and I quickly remove my hand.
At first, he does nothing but then slowly facing his brother again and opening his eyes.
His eyes get wide open as he realizes his brother is dead and he struggles to fight back the tears.
He really must think he did it and remembers that I said to stop crying.
“You did good fluffy, you did everything I say.”
“Fwuffy nuw nu get forever sweepies?”
“Yes, you won’t get forever sleepies at least for now and as you always do what I say!”
“Fwuffy wiw do ewything mistah say.”
“Good, then we can go home now and I will give you some nummies.”
“NUMMIES!” The foal seemed to have forgotten the food for some time as it was more afraid of his own life.
“Yes, but before-” I grab a wet tissue, I always carry around.
“I want you to hold still while I clean you a bit.”
“Otay mistah.”
I clean the foal as it doesn’t fight back and even seems to cheer up a bit in my hands.
I get back up with the foal in my hands and put it in my front pocket.
I decided to not let this foal walk behind me as usual in this situation cause it is too young and wouldn’t be able to
walk this distance.
As I stand the fluffy looks with a sad face at the remainings of his family and as I turn he looks back to my face…
“Wub you mistah fo nu having me foweva sweepies and giving nummies an homsie.”
I’m quite surprised as he’s the first foal to say something like this after this situation.
I smile and say: “I love you too little fluffy unless you always remember the rule-”
“Do ewythin mistah says ow foweva sweepies.” The fluffy says with a smile before I could repeat it myself.
“Correct, you are a good fluffy.”
I start walking back home.
“And don’t make bad poopies while I carry you home.”
“Otay mistah.”
The foal still looks a bit sad.
“I will give you a name.”
“Yeay, fwuffy wub to have namsie.”
Getting a name cheered him up.
“Your name is now Private.”
“Pwivad.”
“Yes.”
“Wike namsie pwivad.”
“Good now let’s get back home and something to eat for you.”
“Yeay, nummies.”
He’s so far cheered up now.
As I walk home and remember all the foals i tested, I’m coming to the conclusion that this fluffy is the best so far
and I already start to like this little guy.
Maybe this one will finally survive more than a month.