“Biggest poopies!” the voice of a mare rings out amongst the trees. Her partner, the smarty of a herd, living outside of the city limits, is staying by her side, as another mare helps take care of the newborns.
The pain had arrived from nowhere. The mare was sleeping peacefully in her nest, with some food next to her, ready for whenever she wants to eat. Her special friend was out on patrol with his toughies, checking their borders for no unwanted visitors, like other smarties with herds. They had just arrived home when it all began. The mare had been in great pain for a good couple minutes before the first one came out. He managed to sit by her, comforting her in this dire time.
The sky had turned orange when the last baby wasn born. The mare was exhausted, but alive. Unfortunatley, one of the babies didn’t make it. It was green, like its father, and carried a beautiful rose red mane, as its mother. It was a sad moment, but there was nothing they could do about it.
“Take de foweba sweepies babbeh an’ get wid of it.” the smarty said to one of his toughies.
The mare that had sat by the pregnant mare looked up, glancing down at the baby.
“Can maybeh Wose take care of babbeh?” she asked, still sitting by the tired mare.
The smarty looked her up and down. She had been with the herd for a while now, proving her worth. She was pink in her furr, with light blue mane. A pair of wings hid under the mane, as well as a horn. No one knew that she was an alicorn, and she intended it to be so.
The smarty waved his hoof. “Fine, jus’ get wid o’ it.” he said, before waddling off with his toughies.
Rose smiled as she grabbed the child. She exited the nest and left for the nearby river.
As she arrives, she places the child in a small pool of mud, before letting out a deep sigh. Finally, some peace. This was the reason she wanted to get rid of the dead child; to just simply get some rest. The mare of the smarty had such an attitude, and demanded everything. Rose hadn’t even had anything to eat in a few days, other than the tastless grass and dead leaves.
She took a sip of the cool water from the river, enjoying the sunshine on her furr. A butterfly flew by, landing on her nose. She giggles, greeting it, and saying good bye to it as it flies off.
Living like this was nice, but she would love to have a home. Just like all her siblings had. She was left behind when a man in a white costume came to their alleyway. Rose had been sleeping in her own bed; the shit pile. It is common for alicorns to be treated badly like this, so it was nothing new to the man that came across her. Be it out of pity, or just laziness, the man left Rose there, to die a lonley death. For what her family would be give, was so much worse. In his eyes, it was pity to leave her in this state.
But it’s from that pity that she, ironically, rose up. Found by another fluffy, she was cleaned, and taken care of for a while. This kind fluffy was an alicorn themself, and taught Rose the ways on how to live in the wild. In was by this new mother, or father for Rose never truly knew, she found the new herd she belongs to. She didn’t wish to leave her new mother, but a monster came and snatched her away; a wolf.
Wolves weren’t too common in these parts, however, they had been seen on occasions. The local news had warned about a wolf pack closing in on the small town, most possibly moving due to being forced to, be it by another pack or by humans.
They weren’t being hunted, for a local zoologist, a man that had worked with canines all his life, knew the wolves wouldn’t approach the city limits. They’d stay in the forest, and wouldn’t hurt anyone, as long as they don’t go close to their hunting grounds. By his knowledge, the city restricted the forest limits by setting up a large fence, so noone would accidentally walk in. This, however, didn’t stop some.
Fluffies that lived in the small town had lived close to the forest for years at this point. While some lived in the nook and cranies of the town, more of them lived in the more safer place. And even with the giant fence blocking everyone from entering the forest, the people still knew one special thing.
Fluffies will always find a way to get somewhere where they’re not supposed to be.
It always happens, and probably always will. As fate would have it, close to an abandoned building close to the outskirts, a small hole in the fence hides amongst the tall grass. How it came to be opened, no one truly knows, but the fluffies have taken this oppertunity to live inside their forest, with a way out and in as they wish. This is where Rose’s new mother had been taken from her. Rose refused to get close to the fence, thinking that’s where the monsters live, and the fact that many fluffies go missing around there is enough to fuel the fire to her fear.
As Rose sat and enjoyed the weather, she began hearing something behind her. Something stepping on sticks, and bending bushes. She stood up, the furr on her neck standing up. This was it, this was the moment she dies.
But fortunatley, or unfortunatley, it was just one of the smarties toughies. He was large, larger than many other fluffies Rose have seen, with gray matted furr. And he was dumb as a rock.
“Dummeh mawe take tu long. Tuffie get yu back, say smawteh.”
He was drooling, probably feeling in heat. This wasn’t a good sign.
“Wose be commin soon.” Rose tried to protest, but it fell on deaf ears.
“Dummeh mawe come NAOW! 'Ow tuffie gib wowstest huwties!”
As they argued between eachother, none of the noticed the small chrips and peeps next to them.
Rose was the first one to notice, and her heart jumped. THe baby that everyone thought dead was waking up.
With a slow turn of his head, the toughie stared down on the baby.
“Dummeh babbeh be awive! Dis be wondafuw!”
Rose felt joy, albeit not only for the fact that the baby was showing signs of life, but that there wouldn’t be any issues with the toughie. Although, that came to a quick halt.
The toughie began to approach it, a vicious look in his eyes.
“Tuffie nu allowed tu get mawe says smawteh. Mus’ aways be tuffie. Wevv, tuffie wan gud feews, tu!”
He stood over the baby, his smile broadining. Rose looked horried as the toughie became erect, and aimed himself towards the baby.
“Stop! Dat jus’ babbeh! Babbehs be fow wuv an’ hugs!”
He stared at her, punching her in the snout. “Dummeh mawe be siwent. Yu be nex’.” he growled. And with his stupid smile, he was ready to begin. Rose’s heart skipped beat after beat, and in a rush of adrenaline, she leapt and pushed the fluffy into the river.
The toughie gasped as it bobbed up and down in the river.
“Dummeh mawe sabe tuffie!” he commanded, but Rose only watched as the current pulled him away.
The toughie began crying, begging for Rose to help him.
“Whai mawe do dis to fwuffeh? Huu hu… Am onwy doin’ wha’ smawteh towd tuffie.”
The toughie managed to grab ahold of a rock that was poking out of the water. However, the current began picking up. And from behind Rose, a large branch floated down, and fast. It hit the toughie in the face, the sticks poking the toughie through his nose, pushing him down under the water. That was the last of the toughie that Rose ever saw.
As Rose catched her breath, the adrenaline dying down in her chest, she watched the small baby, still crawling around in the mud. What has she done? What should she do? So many thoughts ran through her head. If she returned, she’d be done away with for killing a toughie. But if she leaves, she’ll have no secure home to live in. And then there was the baby, chirping for its mother.
Rose sat down infront if the child, some motherly instincts kicking in, and leading the baby to her teats. The baby sucked greedily for its first meal. Rose had birthed a litter not too long ago, due to a toughie feeling feisty. That was with another herd, however, and they were all dead now, along with the babies. The little milk she had left in her all left her into this small child, and as it had its fill, it began slumbering, with the teat still in its mouth.
Rose couldn’t help but giggle. She looked around, making sure no one was watching her.
“Wose nu habe odda option…” she told herself, before picking the baby up. She began wandering up along the river, leaving the herd behind her.
Down the rivers end, a lake opened itself up, greeting the corpse of the toughie. His corpse washed up on shore, and a wet snout reached down towards it, inhaling the scents of it. The air was filled with more of those small creatures that they had been eating. Not as good as dear, but they couldn’t be choosers. The wolf alpha that stared down on the corpse, trying to locate the scent on the air, caught the scent of milk. He turned his head, and with 2 other wolves behind him, they began running towards the scent. It was a few hours old, but it was enough.
Enough to hunt.