Despite my efforts to find the herd that first went through my yard on the local ‘Flufftracker’ page, I do know how I can still see this fungal takeover in action. I know how to bolster the ranks of these mushroom fluffies though.
Another group of Fluffies is living in an area near a supermarket, a few families I think. They’ve gotten pretty fat because of all the thrown out food they’ve been eating, and they’d never turn down a meal even if they don’t quite know what it is.
Like the cordyceps mushroom, which I found out those fluffies in my yard ate. Not sure how, but the fungus took over their brains and made them into zombies. Sorta. They’re still alive but I’m not sure how. The purple mare took me to where they ate the ‘funny plants’ and I needed to take a picture of them before looking them up online. I then carefully removed them and prepped them to be given to the fluffies near the supermarket.
Bad news though, there was very little of it left. I can’t give it to all the fluffies at that area. But I can give it to a foal or two. And I can think of which ones will get the shroom.
Not every litter of fluffies has them, but there’s almost always a ‘poopie babbeh’, one that’s born with a color the mom doesn’t like and has to eat only shit. And I’m pretty sure there’s at least one poopoe babbeh in the litter. And I’m taking them with me.
I walk over to the are where the fluffies live and try not to gag at the smell of the trash bags near them. There’a a veritable rainbow of them hanging around a trash can that’s been tipped over, and one of them is chewing on a chicken leg. A red stallion looks up from a puddle of water and gives me a confused chirp.
“Hewwo hooman!” it says. The other fluffies turn in my direction, some of them are curious and some are happy. I wave and walk over.
“Sup,” I tell them. “I’m here to take some Fluffies with me.”
A few of them jump and cheer. Some of the foals babble too.
“We go wid hoomin?” a pink foal asks.
“Homie!” chirped a blue foal. “Toysies! Wuv!”
“Yep. But I’m not taking you.”
“Nu wan bestest babbehs?” asks a mare with an almost emerald coat of fluff.
“I want your poopie babies,” I tell them. “Two of them.”
“Dummeh human wan poopie babbies?!” shouts an orange furred one with a horn that I think is the group’s Smarty. “Why?!”
“Does it matter?”
The Smarty stares at me for a moment.
“Nu,” it replies. A pair of mares walk over in confusion, each kicking a brown colored foal near me. The brown mares chirp a bit and I put them in a pouch.
“New daddeh?” one asks weakly. “New daddeh take poopie babbeh?”
I nod.
“Yeah. New dad. You and your sister are coming with me.”
The mares and foals look a bit surprised, but the two foals look happy. One even does a little dance in the pouch as I walk back. I don’t want to introduce them to the already infected fluffies just yet, but I already intend to give them both a very special lunch.
The two Poopie Babbehs are sitting in a cat bed in my living room as I mix the mushrooms into some spaghetti I’m making.
“Neber hab sketties befo!” chirps the first one.
“Momma neva get sketties,” chirps the second.
I smirk as I put the pasta in front of them, with tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese on it as well as the mushrooms. The two foals dig in, and both of them have already bitten into the chopped up mushrooms.
“Wub sketties!” the second one shouts.
“So good!”
“Wub you, daddie!” they both say.
“Good,” I say. “Keep eating. It’s all yours.”
The foals chirp a bit and finish their meal. When they’re done, they’re already yawning.
Let the transformation begin.
Might make a hypnosis story soon.