Hello everyone! So this idea has been rattling in my head for days now, and i thought i would finally put it down into words for you all to enjoy 
This is my first time writing something like this, so I would love criticism so i can improve! I hope you all enjoy.
The picture below is what a fuzzy looks like, just so you know.
Bluesy was a smarty, the best in his opinion. He had a great herd, an amazing special friend, and all the nummies he could ever ask for! His herd lived deep in a forest as far away from humans as possible. He had learned his lesson about humans before. It didn’t matter that they had warm housies and the ever coveted sketties, to approach a human was asking for death. His first herd had paid the price for that knowledge.
The sun was only about a quarter of the way up past the trees when one of the nummie finders, a brown coated mare with a green mane called brownie, waddled into the clearing as fast as her stubby legs could take her.
“SMAWTY, SMAWTY!” she shouted, waddling up to bluesy.
“There am twouble!” He took a deep breath and sighed,
“What am wrong Bwownie? What am twouble?” He asked calmly.
“Bwownie saw munstahs! So many ub dem! Dey every where!” She screeched loudly, hurting Bluseys ears. He casually bopped her on the nose to stop her screaming.
“Huhuhu, why gib sowwy huffsies? Am good fluffy!” She whimpered. Bluesy sighed, rubbing his still ringing ears, before asking,
“Bwownie, what am monstahs? Am dey humans? Bawky monstahs? Snakey munstahs? What?” “Dey…dey…dey am FUZZIES!!” She screamed loudly, shaking furiously. Bluesy felt a chill run through him. He sat down and grabbed Brownies head in between his front hooves and pulled her closer.
“Aw you suwe it am fuzzies?” He whispered, a shiver running through him.
“Yes smawty, Bwownie saw dem! Dey was crawing ebeywhere!” She said, still shaking like a leaf. Bluesy let go of her face, stood up, took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of his lungs, “FWUFFIES! FUZZIES INCOMING! MAKE POOPIE CIWCLE! HUWWY!!!”
All across the clearing, the many fluffys stopped what they were doing and with only a little bit of hesitation, waddled furiously towards the center of the clearing grabbing the babies and foals as they went. The toughies went to work digging a several inch deep trench around where the mares and foals sat. Once the trench was done, each fluffy came forward and relieved themselves into it, trying their best to fill the entirety of the trench. Even though many of them complained about the terrible smell, none of them refused, or left the circle. Once it was done, the toughies and Bluesy stepped into the feces filled ring and huddled into a shivering fluff pile. Bluesy kept his head on swivel, watching the surrounding forest like a hawk, except being a fluffy, he constantly got distracted by literally everything. Thus he was startled to hear one of the nummie finders, a purple coated stallion with a red mane named Purpur, waddling into the clearing loudly humming an off tune song.
“Hewwo fwuffies, puwpuw am back!” He shouted happily, waving a stubby leg towards the shivering fluff pile.
“Why am fwuffys in fwuff piwe? It am stiww bwite times!” He shouted happily. He wasn’t very bright, even by fluffy standards.
He was about to walk towards the fluff pile when he felt something poke at his front leg. Looking down he saw a tiny super fuzzy fluffy. It was barely an inch big, and instead of a horn, it sported a fuzzy flexable antenna, which it wa using to poke at him.
“Nummies?” A tiny voice came from the fuzzy fluff. It poked harder before exclaiming, “Nummies!” Purpur puffed out his cheeks and stomped on the fuzzy crushing it.
“Puwpuw no am nummies dummie smaww fluffy!”
“Nummies!” Another small voice exclaimed happily. He looked back to his left to see another fuzzy poking his left hind leg furiously. He turned to stomp on the fuzzy, when he felt a sharp pain shoot up his hind right leg.
“EEEEEEE, what hurt fluffy?” He asked to himself, looking back to see a fuzzy with its teeth sunk into his hind leg. Another sharp pain shot up his other hind leg.
“REEEEEE, no num fluffy! Am good fuffy!” Purpur shouted, waddling as fast as he could towards the herd, screaming and crying the whole way.
Bluesy watched purpur waddling towards the circle covered in fuzzies, more and more climbing on as he went, sinking their teeth into him. Several of his toughies were sitting beside him watching as well, although he could tell that they were distressed by what they were seeing. From the forest behind purpur, a literal carpet of fuzzies flowed out, streaming through the clearing like a river. Their tiny voices coming together into a near deafening cascade of noise. All of them shouting the same word over and over again as they poared onto purpur, completely covering him.
“NUMMIES NUMMIES NUMMIES NUMMIES NUMMIES!!”
The swarm of fuzzies flowed towards the herd but stopped once they reached the shit filled trench. The swarm spent a moment waving their antenna over the ditch before parting around the circle and flowing around.
The fluffies behind bluesy and the toughies huddled tighter together, shivering and crying as they covered their eyes. Bluesy didn’t look away, he couldn’t. The tide reminded him vividly that even though he was a smarty, one of the best in his opinion, there were always things that he couldn’t scare or stomp away. Some things didn’t care about how smart you were or how pretty you were. They would eat you alive regardless.
He sat there listening to Purpurs screaming for what felt like eternity, though it was probably only a half an hour before the screaming quieted down to a soft gurgling. silence, save the sounds of chewing.
It was nearing sunset before the swarm of fuzzies moved away from Purpurs remains, and it wasn’t until around noon the next day that Bluesy let any fluffy leave the circle. After his herd had buried what was left of Purpur they headed away from the clearing, making sure that they headed in the opposite direction of the swarm. They would find a new clearing, they always did. But the fuzzies would always be out there, a literal wave of teeth and hunger ready to strip the meat off their bones. They only needed one chance, and that was it.
It would happen eventually. All Bluesy could do was hope that he was already dead by then.
I hope you all enjoyed this! Let me know if i made any mistakes in spelling or grammar, or if the story was trash.
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