This is a continuation of Josef Finds A Fluffy and will reference events and character relationships brought up in that series so it is recommended you read that first. There will be a lot more Fluffy work this time around, but the back-story between Josef and his family is needed for what he and Jonathan go through in this series.
The mare screamed as her mate was dragged by his ear towards the tree. Behind her, three toughies kept butting her with their heads, forcing her to walk forward, every bump making her scared that theyâd hit her too hard and one of her four foals would fall off her back.
She was a light brown unicorn, her mate a dark brown earthie, both of them abused by the world until they found comfort and love with each other. Theyâd burrowed away in a quiet field to have their foals, their first of hopefully several litters, until they were found by the toughies who were now taking them Fluff knows where.
âMummah?â One of her daughters, a light green unicorn, peeped up on her back. âWhewe meanie Fwuffies take famiwy?â
âMummah nu knyo babbeh, be bwave an nu make bad noisies.â
The foals sunk down into her motherâs Fluff, her two brothers and her sister huddled round her, keeping each other safe. The mare looked over at her mate, his left eye was bruised from where one of the toughies hit him and his right ear was getting bloodied from the bite marks, but he was alive, and that was enough.
After a few minutes walking, the toughies pushed through the thick undergrowth of their territory and pulled their victims into the clearing. The mare couldnât believe it, there was more Fluffies than she could count, if she could she wouldâve seen there was almost 30 of them which was still a large group for a Fluffy herd. All of them had gathered in this little circle of trees and made their nest in the fallen twigs and leaves, protected from their elements while still able to easily break free and find food.
In one corner, three Nurse-Mares helped feed the many foals of the group while a forth had foals forced onto her teats as her legs had been ripped off by the toughies.
In another corner, two mares and a stallion with one leg missing played with the older foals, keeping them distracted from what was happening behind them. The mare couldnât see much but she could make out three fluffy couples having âspecial-huggiesâ, one couple were cooing away to each other, another couple had their mare crying for help, the final couple had a mare with her front legs missing, staring into the distance while a massive, ugly yellow earthie pounded into her pregnant belly, killing her tummeh-babbehs, and not for the first time.
To the side, three stallions managed the food supply, keeping it hidden in a hollowed-out tree. The mare noticed a larger foal try to get a piece of fruit only to be smacked away by one of the keepers. From what she could see there was enough to keep the whole herd fed through an entire cold-time and still have spare.
And finally, towards the back of the clearing, she could see a massive Pegasus, even bigger than the yellow earthie she saw earlier, looking over a class of four other Fluffies and watching them punch and kick the trees, toughening their soft hoofs up against the rough bark. One of the smaller Fluffies fell to the ground, one of his front hoofs clearly injured from the training regime, only for the Pegasus to walk up, break the damaged leg with a swift stomp, and forced the Fluffy to hit harder with his broken leg.
It was then that the mare felt the toughie behind her stop pushing, she looked forward and saw him, sitting in a nest of the comfiest leaves, atop a tree stump that allowed him to look over the entire herd, was the herd leader, the Smarty.
He was an Alicorn, the only Alicorn that she could see in the entire herd, his fur was a mossy green colour, his mane a deep grey, it was what had kept him alive all these years, perfect camouflage in this rural environment. As he stepped down from his stump and got closer, the mare could see that he was missing his right eye, a nasty scar across his face made her shiver in fear.
To the Smarties left, lay the prettiest pink unicorn the mare had ever seen, even in this filthy home her bubblegum pink Fluff was immaculate, her snow-white mane shone in the little sunlight poking through the trees. Based on how she rubbed against The Smarty, she was his special-friend.
To his right lay the opposite, a filthy brown earthie stallion, his back legs missing, his face covered in shit and blood. The mare didnât know why this litter-mate got to be so close to the Smarty, but it clearly wasnât for good reasons.
As the Smarty walked forward and stopped in front of the mare and her mate, the four toughies around them bowed in submission, Smarty smirked and looked down at his new victims.
âDis Smawty wand, wai Fwuffy twespass?â
The brown stallion was quick to apologise. âFwuffies nu knyo, onwy wook fow safe-pwace fow babbehs, nu mean tug u on Smawty wand, wiww weave wight nyo anâŚâ
One of the toughie kicked him in the stomach. âDummeh poopie nu tawk, bestesh Smawty choose wha du wiv yu?â
Smarty turned and looked at the mare. âPoopie mawe am mummah?â
She nodded. âBabbehs am tawkie-babbehs nyo, nu wan dem git huwties. Du wha Smawty say tu gu.â
âGu? Smawty nu say yu gu.â
The two brown Fluffies looked at each other, shocked at what he was suggesting. âYu mean Fwuffies nu awwowed tu weave.â
Smarty shook his head. âDis am Smawty wand, Fwuffies twespass, Fwuffies nyo pawt of hewd. Bu Smawty am nu meanies, wet Fwuffies choose pwace in hewd.â
The mare looked around, she saw the happy nurse-mares playing with the foals, but she also saw the enfie-mares being abused by the rowdy stallions, nothing more than play-things for the violent Toughies.
âWha am choosies?â She asked after a moment.
Smawty smiled, understanding that the mare was beginning to understand her place. He turned to the stallion first.
âFow yu, poopie Fwuff am gud hidie, yu can be Nummie-Finda, but yu wose speciaw-wumps, nu can hab Nummie-Finda finkin bout babbehs wen he need tu find nummies.â
The brown stallion looked horrified. âBu Fwuffy need speciaw-wumps to gib bestesh huggies tu speciaw-fwiend, nu wan wose wumps.â
âIf Fwuffy wan keep wumps den Fwuffy can be poopie-nummer. Safe-pwace need keep cwean, need Fwuffy tu num poopies. Smawty am suwe pwetty mawe wiww gib enfies to poopie Fwuffy.â
Smarty and his toughies laughed, knowing that the shit-covered stallion wouldnât have anyone coming near him. Before the brown stallion could answer, the mare piped up.
âWha bout babbehs? Wha happen tu dem?â
Smarty looked over the four foals on her back, all of them varying shades of browns and greens, theyâd be good nummie-finders as they grew up, but first they needed to grow up, and that took time and resources.
âNu nuff woom fow babbehs, am mawe smawt?â
âMawe suwvive awone, wong enuff tu hab babbehs.â
Smarty nodded, liking the mareâs moxie. âMawe can choose, can be hewd mammeh an teach udda babbehs bout how be smawt and safe. Bu nu can hab aww babbehs, nu enuff nummies fow aww fouw, need choose some fow fowebas sweepies.â
The mare was disgusted. âBabbeh am fow huggies an wub, nu foweba sweepies.â
âSmawty knyo dat, wet mummah keep wun babbeh, mawe hab heawt-happies. If mawe wan keep aww babbehs, den mawe need tu be enfie-mawe, happy toughies keep hewd safe, safe hewd get mowe nummies, mowe nummies wet babbehs stay.â
The thought of becoming an enfie-mare scared her just as much as losing her young, she hid her face away from Smartyâs eyes. âSmawty nu gib bad-enfies tu mummah.â
Smarty scowled. âNu wan gib enfies tu poopie-mawe, awweady hab pwettiesh speciaw-friend, mawe be poopie-enfie fow west of hewd, Smawty nu enf dummeh mummah.
It was the worst choice for a mummah to make, either lose all but one of her children and be safe, or be used as a fuck-toy to keep them all. She finally looked back at Smarty, finding it hard to look him in the eye as she asked the question.
âCan⌠can Fwuffies hab mowe babbehs wata, if pwoove am gud Fwuffies fow hewd?â
Smarty nodded. âWen hewd safe, Fwuffies can hab mowe babbehs. If dummeh stawwion wan num poopies fow dat wong.â
The toughies laughed again. The two brown Fluffies looked at each other, both of them knowing what to do for the safety of their family.
âMummah nu wan be enfie-mawe, wiww hewp hewd babbehs be safe.â
âAn daddeh wiww num poopies, tiww can hab babbehs gain.â
Smarty was impressed, very rarely do Fluffies choose the long-term option, but he figured since they were both poopies, they understood the value of patience.
âSmawty ak-cept. Mummah choose wat babbeh wives.â
The mare rolled over and let her four foals off her back, she looked them all over, they were crying, none of them really sure what was going on but theyâd picked up on a few bad words.
Like forever-sleepies.
The mare hugged her foals together, singing softly to them one last time, before picking up her light green daughter and carrying her away. The other foals tried to follow, but were stopped by the toughies.
âMummah?â The green daughter asked her mother, worried for her siblings. âWai take babbeh way fwom buddas an sista?â
âMummah wan keep babbeh safe, gut u nyu home nyo.â
âWhewe udda babbehs gu?â
The mare said nothing, she took her daughter into her arms and covered her ears, making sure she never heard the frightening and traumatising screams of her siblings as the toughies beat them to death.
When the three foals were dead, Smarty motioned for his toughies to take the new arrivals away. âTake tu nyu stay-shuns. Wet uddas knyo wha poopie Fwuffies du hewe.â
The toughies nodded and dragged the brown Fluffies away, taking them in opposite directions to their new home in the herd. Smarty turned to his pink special-friend and nuzzled her.
âOoh, Smarty am bestesh weada.â She cooed at him. âWan hab speciaw-huggies?â
âOnwy wiv bestesh speciaw-fwiend.â
They nuzzled together again before she presented herself to her Smarty mate who promptly starting going at her. Behind them the brown earthie with his missing back legs shut his eyes, not wanting to see the heartbreaking sight in front of him. But he could do nothing to prevent the lustful âenf, enf, enfâ from piercing his ears.
Above the herd, unknown to them, a small drone watched over them, looking and listening to them all. Across several fields, in a quant little farmhouse, the dronesâ owner put down his headset and looked over at his assistant.
âYou see what Iâm dealing with now.â
Jonathan Mongola nodded. Heâd been asked by his Uncle Herman to help clear a problematic herd from his farmland, only know was he discovering just how problematic this herd seemed to be.
âI get you now Uncle HAM, that Smarty looks like real trouble, Iâve heard of feral herds before but assimilation is new to me. Weâre gonna need some extra help with this.â
âYou sure your brotherâs gonna want in on this.â
âThe chance to hurt some Smarty cunt and forget about Kat for a few days? Absolutely heâll want in on this. Besides, we need him, I can get the tools sorted for the job but weâll need his know-how to make sure we use them properly.â
Jonathan aimed the drone at Smartyâs face and hit print on his computer, while the picture was printing he called his brother Josef. He answered quicker than Jonathan was used to, a small step in fixing their relationship.
âHey John, what you need?â
âIâm calling in about that favour you owe me Joey, I need it cashed in.â
âAnything you need, what do you need?â
âI need that big doctor brain of yours to come down to Uncle HAMâs farm, heâs got a bitch of a Fluffy problem and we need your expertise to help deal with them.â
âJohn, Iâm no expert, I know a few things about their behaviours but not much. Katâs the real expert on the stuff.â
âWe donât need much, just enough to know how to deal with this herd properly. Itâs a scorched earth situation here Joey, no survivors, might help you release some stress. And if that doesnât do it for you, Iâve still got some explosives left over from my mad-bomber days.â
Josef felt a smile grow on his face at the idea of hurting some feral Fluffies, plus helping out his Uncle Herman was always a plus, he liked the crotchety old bastard and seeing him and Jonathan again would be a nice change of pace from sitting around his flat feeling sorry for himself.
âIâm in.â
âThatâs what I liked to hear, alright me and Herman are gonna do some recon on the little bastards, call us when youâre on your way.â
Jonathan hung up and returned to his uncle. âJoeyâs in, whatâs happening now?â
âBrown boyâs just had his first meal of shit, think heâs regretting his choices.â
âGross. Alright see if you can get a bead on all of them, I wanna know how many shitrats weâre dealing with, and what this hierarchy is like.â
As Herman returned to the drone controls, Jonathan took the printed picture of Smartyâs face and pinned it to the wall, top and centre of the pyramid he as building in his mind. As he looked at the scared, smiling face of the smarty prick, Jonathan heard something in the back of his mind, a name
Taking a pen, Jonathan quickly wrote a single word underneath the picture, a word that would help him identify this herd and how best to destroy them all.
âAlphaâ
your Flexing game is strong