Another old work, but with bonus content!
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Georgie the fluffy was having a great day. He was able to get some good nummies for his special friend, the navy blue pegasus trotting along happily as he dragged a half open bag of Cheetos.
A teenager had thrown it at his face for laughs, but Georgie knew he was the real winner of that situation.
Reaching the end of the alley he deposits the chip bag in the nummie pile for later, making sure to put some heavier food on top of the opening of the bag to keep it closed as best as possible. Once satisfied with his work he makes his way to a milk crate turned onto it’s side, discarded black trash bags making a effective roof over it and an old worn cat bed inside the crate. His special friend, Nutella, sleeping comfortably in it.
A nice coffee brown mare is sleeping away, her belly and teats bloated with pregnancy, no longer able to walk until she gives birth. Nutella used to be a domestic fluffy, but was dumped into the streets when her elderly owner passed away in her sleep. Her children didn’t want anything to do with her. She wouldn’t have made it if Georgie didn’t teach her the feral life. Eventually they became special friends, right after she gave him the name Georgie as a form of thanks, the name coming from her old owner’s stories of her own husband who has long since passed.
Georgie carefully snuggled next to Nutella, being careful not to disturb her, but she was too perceptive. Immediately snorting herself awake she glanced over at a sheepish looking Georgie, relaxing herself she started giving little licks to his snout as a form of affection, occasionally saying “Wub Jowgi” or “Bestest speshaw fwend”. While Georgie at first found it weird that she gave “Wiky Kises” he’s grown to appreciate the small gesture. Especially since she now can’t hug as well as she used to. They cuddled together for a bit, enjoying each other’s company. Until Nutella giggled.
“Wa funni Nutewa?”
“Babbehs pwayin in tummy! Wan few?”
“Babbehs?! Pwayin?!”
Georgie gently presses his face near her tummy fluff, Nutella giggling at the tickling sensation as her belly jiggled. Sure enough, Georgie could feel them kicking and moving inside her tummy. He beamed as he felt his children with plenty of life. He too started to giggle along with Nutella. Both of them know that soon she’ll give birth and their babies will be out here with them.
And as they settle down to sleep away the hottest part of the day away beneath the shade of the alley, Georgie knew one thing for certain.
He loved Nutella and their babies.
And he’ll protect them no matter what.
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The pink earth stallion snorted in frustration, the heat of the sun shortening his already short temper.
“Dummeh Hewd! Kick out bestest smawty! Dey dummeh poopie fwuffys!”
The smarty continued to stew in his anger at his banishment from the herd, a small series of events playing out in what little memory his 2MB brain can process.
So what if he forced the herd to cross a highway and lose most of the herd, only to turn around and cross back when they found that they couldn’t scale the concrete divider. So what if he forced an early birth on a soon mummah just to get “Gud Feews”, all the poopie mares died when they crossed the highway and his nono stick wanted enfies. And so what if he turned one of the orphaned foals into an enfie babbeh, it’s not like his mummah and daddeh are alive to complain.
But that stupid fluffy who told him he’s no longer smarty was the biggest dummeh! “Am smawty dummeh! Yu wisten to smawty! Dat wule of da hewd!”
Must’ve been the wrong thing to say because the usurper responded with not needing to listen to him. Suddenly, like a lightbulb going off, what was left of the herd realized they have no real reason to listen to him.
Upon seeing the rebellion forming right in front of him, the smarty called for his toughies. Only to remember almost all of them died during the highway incident.
The only toughie left, a unicorn, simply glared at him before joining the new herd. Oh right, the enfie babbeh was his little brother.
Soon he was alone against the usurper and his old herd.
“Dummeh Hewd! Dat fwuffy nu am smawty!”
“Yu wite. Nu am smawty. Am weader.”
And like that he was chased off. The fluffies who managed to keep up were able to bite tufts of fur out, leaving him with bald patches speckled with blood. “EEEEEK! NU PUL PWETTY FWUF! SMAWTY NEE PWETTY FWUF!”
He continued running beyond his old territory, all the way until he collapsed a city block away.
Once he catched his breath and licked at his injuries, he continued trotting away from his old life. For once, needing to look for his own food in his life.
He sucked at it.
The smarty at first tried to demand food from the humans, but that was over when one of them dumped his cold soft drink all over him, the bubbling of the soda making his bald patches flare with a stinging pain.
He then tried to demand food from the trash cans but trash cans don’t care about your feelings.
Pretty soon he was reduced to foraging the alleyways for anything to eat. Whenever he stumbled onto a more fortunate fluffy, he would demand they give him whatever they have.
“Dummeh Fwuffy! Gib nummies to smawty nao!”
“Yu no smawty. Wewe hewd?”
“Nu nee hewd! Smawty say gib nummies or get sowwy hoofs- EEEEK! NU HUWT SMAWTY! SKREEE!”
That or they immediately eat it before they can share. Either way he loses.
And so today is day three of his banishment. He’s hungry, angry and really wants to kill everyone of his old herd.
Eventually his nose picks up the smell of something. Food. And not just one kind, a mixture of many.
Turning down an alleyway, he follows his nose until he reaches the end.
There. A pile of food. Enough to feed him for a few days. And next to it, two fluffies. One poopie and the other a potential toughie if he finds more to start a new herd. Their nest looks comfortable and very dry, perfect for him, a smarty.
The pink stallion satisfied with what he sees decides to make his presence known.
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“Dis Smawty Wand Nao! Join hewd and gib nummies!”
“Hu Dere!?”
Georgie snapped awake and immediately put himself in front of Nutella at the opening of the milk crate. Nutella herself jumped awake and waving her legs at being startled. Georgie eyes immediately fell onto the pink fluffy standing in the middle of the alley, and immediately noticing the missing spots of fur.
“Nyu fwend? Wa Hapun?”, Said Georgie as he cautiously stepped to the side to get a better look, allowing Nutella to also see the new fluffy.
“Dummeh hewd kick bestest smawty out of hewd.”
At that answer Georgie narrowed his eyes, and glanced worryingly at Nutella. She met his gaze and started to nervously tap her hooves against the bedding. Both of them had their run in with herds and neither one stuck around to see the results.
Suddenly the sounds of rummaging and crinkling packaging was heard. Georgie turned to see the smarty rummaging through the nummie pile, tossing some to the side, mumbling about “poopie nummies” before pulling out the Cheetos bag he obtained this morning.
“Bestest nummies fo bestest smawty.”
Georgie was not okie dokey with this.
“Stahp! Dose nummies bewong to Nutewa and babbehs! Nee nummies fow milkies!”
The smarty turned to see a angry pegasus puffing up to him, little wings spread out as well.
“Dummeh fwuffy! Smawty hungwy! Nee nummies for be hewd smawty!”
"Nummies nu am fo smawty! Dey fo speshaw fwiend Nutewa! Nu am ur hewd!
The smarty seemed confused until his eyes finally landed on Nutella.
“Speshaw Fwiend am Poopie Mawe?!”
“Nu call Nutewa Poopie!”
The smarty could only glare at the two before sucker punching Georgie on the nose. Sending him stumbling to the ground.
“Jowgi! Nu!”
The smarty, for once starting with an advantage, continued to pound at Georgie as he got up. Georgie then started landing his own blows as he reared up on his hind limbs, but was being pushed to the wall of alley.
“Stupi Fwuffy! Wy Speshaw Fwiend Poopie Mawe?! Dey Poopies!”
“Nutewa Nu Am Poopie! Yu Poopie! Hate Smawty! All Smawtys am bad fwuffys!”
Hearing that statement, the pink stallion raged as he continued to fight Georgie, gaining a second wind. Georgie was pushed against the wall and forced to defend as the awful smarty continued to wail on him. Eventually getting his head bashed against the wall, making him dizzy and falling to the ground, just as the smarty stopped due to exhaustion.
“Nu! Jowgi! Pwease be Otay! Pwease!”
The smarty leaned down towards Georgie, reveling in the familiar feeling of power over another fluffy.
“Dummeh fwuffy. Smawty say dis Smawty wand nao. All yu nummies and nesties bewong to smawty.”
Georgie could only groan as he tries to catch his breath.
“Nee mo fwuffys fo new hewd. Go bak to old hewd an teach wesson. Nu nee poopie babbehs.”
Georgie’s eyes shot open as he realizes what the smarty has planned for his family. A pit of dread forming in his stomach.
“Poopie Mawe stiw Mawe. Make Gud Feews…”
Nutella is now shaking in her bed, trying to wiggle her rear towards the back of the milk crate. Georgie feels the pit in his stomach grow bigger.
“Yes gud feews… Babbehs best gud feews. Maybe wet poopie mawe hab babbehs. Wan wots of enfie babbehs.”
Georgie stood up in that moment. All feelings of pain replaced with adrenaline as he glared at the monster making his way towards his special friend. His Nutella. His Family. And in that moment, Georgie felt a hot boiling rage spilling out onto the world. His body producing an outline of energy. And from that energy came something bizarre.
A metallic horse leg stepped out of Georgie’s outline, muscular like an actual horse, it’s hooves shining with a cobalt blue. The rest of the body stepped out to reveal more of the mechanical like build, the belly being see through and revealing a heart made out of turning gears. The front part of the horse actually connects to a human like torso, essentially being the centaur body style. A giant horseshoe makes the collar near the neck of the human part, with smaller horseshoe designs covering the rest of the chest and arm areas. The arms are muscular, the hands clenching into fists as the stands face scowls to match it’s user, it’s beady bug like eyes glaring down at the pink shit stain, all while it’s braided hair and tail flows with Georgie’s second wind.
“Fluffy!” shouts the stand as it delivers a right hook to the smarty’s right hind limb. Dislocating it and sending it flying to the other wall in the alley. “SKREEEEEE!!!” Thump
Georgie stood there panting as what happened now slowly started to sink in. He turned to stare at his new savior, who only stared back. And while fluffies are normally a pitiful, harmless in a physical sense species, the desire to live and protect his family was enough to light a fighting spirit inside of him. One strong enough to gift him his own stand.
And as he continued to stare at his new way of life, Georgie in some deep, instinctual level knows that this thing is here to protect him. And that he’s in control of the situation.
“SKREEEEEE! Huhu Huwties! Chirp Weggie huwties! Mummah! Sabe bestest babbeh! Chirp Chirp Aaiiiigh!”
Georgie felt his blood boil as the smarty continued to cry for his mom, and starts making his way over. This bastard was ready to ruin his whole life for his own amusement, and the moment he gave him what he deserves he breaks down to a chirpy baby. Georgie stops right in front of him, now him being the one to look down at him. The pink door mat shaking as he pissed and shat himself, his dislocated leg now bent at a sharp 90° angle, blood and sinew exposed and leaking at where the fractured bone is poking out. His new toughie buddy materializes behind him, it’s front legs reared up to squash it’s head in, and yet… He’s hesitating.
Maybe it’s the knowledge that a disabled fluffy is already dead. Or maybe it’s the idea that a dead body would reveal the location of the nest to predators and humans. Or maybe he was just tired. Either way, Georgie decides to give the smarty a choice to his own fate.
“Weabe.”
The smarty quiet downs as he flinches away from his voice, but then does a double take at the word itself.
“Hu… Wa?”
“Weabe an neva come backsies. I see ou agin ou go foweba sweepies.”
Sniff “Bu… Smawty nee nummies.”
“I Say Weabe And Neva Come Backsies!” Georgie emphasized with a stomp.
The smarty whimpered and tucked himself as best as he can. Georgie merely watched him before starting to walk away.
The pink stallion looked as he saw the rear of the navy pegasus start slowly walking toward his nest. His special friend looking at him in awe and wonder. “Nu fair”, he thought as he started getting up, avoiding putting pressure onto his broken leg. “Jus wan Hewd!”, he steadied himself. “Git nummies!”, he started breathing heavily. “Hab Pwetty Mawes an Babbehs!”, now looking up at the back of Georgie. “Git Gud Feews!”, observing Georgies lumps, his teeth now clenching.
“AM BESTEST SMAWTY!!!” He screeched as he lunged out to Georgie, wanting to cause as much damage as possible. An act of complete brutality.
It was useless.
Georgie saw it coming, his stand already punching the smarty in the stomach, the momentum sending him higher up. The perfect setup for more pain.
“FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!FLUFFY!”
Pink now turned black and blue, red sprayed out of every possible orifice as the smarty ran out of shit and piss to spray. With a final FLUFFY! the smarty, somehow still alive and conscious, was sent flying into a public dumpster a good 30 meters away with a loud plop upon landing. Georgie panting as he knows every few day the giant metal monster eats all the garbage. Letting out a deep breath he feels his new friend retreat back into him.
He slowly walks back to Nutella and collapses onto the cat bed. Nutella quickly giving him wicky kises all over his snout, her front legs also hugging him as best they could. As he finally felt the adrenaline fade, and his body ache like never before Nutella started asking questions. “How ou do dat? Nu tew Nutewa ou majik? Maybe babbehs can hab majik wike bestest speshaw fwend!”
“Nu. Nu majik. Jus toughie fwend.”
“Wewe toughie fwend?” She asked as she starts trying to look around.
“Nu Kno. Nu see toughie fwend… Onwy Jowgi can see.”
“Nu see toughie fwend nicesies?”
“Yea… Nu wowwy abou munstahs eba agin.”
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A few blocks away, sits a different family. The father, absent and the mother, neglectful to all except one. The dirty white earthie gently cleans her bestest, a white unicorn filly, all to keep her looking as pretty as the day she was born. The filly giggles at the tickling sensation and responds with words like, “wuv!” and “Mummah!” as she waves her chunky legs.
Her siblings sit away from the cardboard nest. Starving and malnourished, the two colts are barely scraping by on dirty puddles, and nursing when both parent and sister are asleep. Their coloration doesn’t matter, as both are a similar shade of grime as they could barely clean themselves while their mother merely pretends she only has one.
The sunlight peering into the common pest nest is quickly obstructed by a person’s shadow. The coat they’re wearing masking any discernible features of man or woman. They calmly walked over to the overturned box, the clacking of the dress shoes giving plenty of time for a reaction. Whether it be fight or flight.
The mare however, didn’t react at all. Still busy humming to herself and her favorite jolly filly who could do no wrong. It was only until the person’s shadow casted over her that she realized she wasn’t alone. Making direct eye contact with them, the look of startled fear was quickly replaced by sparkling joy and opportunity.
“Hewo nice hooman! Yu be nyu daddeh o mummah fo fwuffy? Gib toysies and sketties and nummies fo bestest mummah an babbeh?” As if to punctuate her last statement, the white mare raised her preferred child to them. Her baby, in response, looks up in wonder before asking more of the same questions her mother asked, more excited at the idea of having new toys than anything else.
A raised eyebrow was their only response, those same eyes turned to the scattered newspapers next to the nest. Two dirty shivering dirty colts looking hopeful yet hesitant. As if they don’t consider themselves part of the family unit. They turn back to the mother, a brief flash of personal memories making them narrow their eyes in frustration.
“Can I see your little baby please? I want to see how pretty she is.”
The mother pauses for all of two seconds before lifting her little unicorn up to the person, her daughter going into the signature upsies pose that they detest.
So instead they pinch her scruff and lift her up.
“PEEP!PEEP! MUMMAH! CHIRP! HURTIES! PEEP! BAD UPSIES GIB HURTIES! CHIRP! CHIRP!”
“BESTEST BABBEH! PWEASE MISTAH! PWEASE WADY! GIB MUMMAH BAK BESTEST BABBEH! TOO WITTWE FO UPSIES! BABBEH NEE HUGGIES AND WUV!” The ineffective pawing at their pants and shoes barely register to them as they glare at the foal with extreme scrutiny. Distaste. Hate.
“I hate you… every single one of you.” The mother flinched at the harsh statement and finally stopped trying to reach for her baby. “Wha-?”
They gently settle the peeping filly onto the palm of their hand, the white foal sucking her left hoof furiously as she tries to remedy the ache in her neck with a placebo.
“You talk about love and hugs all the time. As if they are enough to make everything right. You all give a false idea of unconditional love, yet your parenting shows that all of it is completely conditional.”
They gently close their palm around the foal, stroking it along its back with their thumb, the filly latching onto their index finger in a tight embrace.
“You play favorites… you neglect… you kill. For the smallest of reasons. Many of which are out of anyone’s control.”
The hand suddenly squeezed the baby, pushing all the air out its lungs. The slightly raspy helium voice struggles to catch its breath.
“NU! Babbeh!”
“And the cycle repeats every time. You pick a new favorite, neglect or sacrifice the rest for one. Disregard everything and everyone just because they look like you.”
They slowly crouched down, their open palm still too far off for the mother to reach but enough to let her see her baby clearly.
"I hate you because I’m always reminded. I hate you because my dad made you. I hate you because my mom pretended I didn’t exist.
I hate you because my own parents were exactly like you."
The open hand was suddenly enveloped in a harsh red aura. A pale, thin, ivory like limb lifting the foal away from the human arm. Black intertwining geometric shapes crawl up the white arm like an animated tattoo until they reach the palm. The black markings start to shift and spread onto the foal, its pristine lack of color now becoming a blank canvas for a person’s vent.
“AAAiiaiiEeeEEEEeeEe!!!”
The pattern spread all over the body. Her mother quaked in terror as all she saw was her precious bestest suddenly float into the air before starting to scream in pain. Her face dripped with tears as she cannot comprehend what is happening and how to stop it. Her rejected colts shared a similar reaction, but we’re wise enough to start running out of the alleyway, and make their escape.
The filly stopped screaming as she was gently lowered and settled down onto the dirty pavement. Her mummah quickly wade her way toward her, hoping to cure the pain with hugs and milk. The moment she picked her up however, her child broke apart into clean, geometric bloody chunks.
She froze as the pieces of her daughter bounced away like a smashed Rubik’s cube. Her baby was screaming in agony as only her front half stayed intact but was slowly shifting loose. The screaming quickly turned into a whimpering, a gurgling and then… silence.
The white earthie shook as her dirty fur was stained a copper red as she still held the chunk that was her baby’s chest. She felt a hand being placed onto her head, the lines spread from the point of contact all the way down her body, her breath hitched as she felt herself slowly separated into different pieces. Darkness took hold before she crumbled.
The person admired their handiwork, but continued on with their day. They know they barely made a dent into the population problem. But that’s fine.
They will be the one to get rid of the modern locust. They will fix a family mistake. There will be none left.
Alex will fix everything.
→ To be Continued…
