After all the fun I had writing ‘Sewer Fluffies’, I decided to do a spiritual sequel series, albeit with less detail and more just because I want to write these ideas. Consider this more a collection of short stories as opposed to a genuine narrative.
In brief: a feral herd of fluffies wander into a junkyard to try and make it their home. Hijinks ensue.
Chapter 1
Feral herds didn’t survive well in the wild.
But they survived even worse in populated areas.
No matter where they went, they had a hard time of it. Either they were out in the trees and attacked constantly by wild dogs or birds, or they were in the cities and got caught between the wheels of cars.
As such, every feral herd, whether urban or wild, spent their days looking for a place to make their ‘forever home’, as humans would call it. A place they never had to leave, which was awash with food and water and comfy places to sleep, where no monsters could ever find them, and no nasty human abusers could come and take them away.
The feral herd in question had been looking for such a place for a long time, but had never been able to find one. Either humans chased them away, or there wasn’t enough food, or just not enough space for the entire herd (which, while not huge, did number around 20 adults).
Things were looking bleak, until, under cover of a 6am fog, the herd were making their way past a corrugated iron fence and found themselves at an opening in the rusty metal. Beyond it lay what looked like a vast, untapped wonderland of strange shapes and things, mostly brown and grey but it was still a lot of stuff!
“Hewd, we gu dis way!” The herd’s Smarty declared, squeezing himself carefully through the rusty hole, dodging the sharp metal protrusions around the edges.
Soon enough, the entire herd were inside the fence, and looking around in awe. Although the sun was still only just rising, the light was enough to make everything glitter, sparkle and shine. Pieces of silver, bits of glass, lots and lots of bottles… this place was incredible!
Of course, to a human, it was nothing but a junkyard, but to a fluffy pony, especially a feral, it was like heaven! A huge place full of shiny toys to play with, lots of space to run around, and best of all, no scary monsters or people in sight!!!
“Hewd!” The Smarty announced. “Dis pwace ouws nao! We wibe hewe!”
The herd rejoiced for a moment, but before long a dissenting voice chirped up from within the herd.
“Hungwy… wan nummies…”
“Dewe nummies hewe… pwobabwy!” Smarty replied. This place was huge, there must be food somewhere! It just made sense! “Gu fin’ nummies, if yoo hungwy!”
“Mama hab babbehs, nee’ fin’ nesty-pwace fow sweepies…” Another voice chirped. Smarty sighed.
“Otay, den gu fin’ one! Hewd, go ‘spwowin’ new home!”
And so, in random numbers, the herd broke off and split up into chunks that began to explore the junkyard, each heading in a different direction.
The Smarty was content enough to just look around for now, until he stepped in a puddle of something.
“Ew! Wha-” He began, until he saw it didn’t look like water, or peepees… it was some kind of bright greeny color. It looked pretty!
So Smarty, being very smart, craned his head down and lapped at the puddle. It tasted pretty too! Very sweet and tingly! So Smarty kept licking and slurping until the entire puddle of neon green liquid was gone.
Smarty was ready to head off, but suddenly he felt dizzy and tired. He was about to lie down and get some sleep, until his stomach let out a horrible gurgly sound. It hurt too!
Smarty groaned and wobbled, before falling down on his side. He was still alive, but no longer conscious, as his kidneys shut down. A trickle of blood poured out of his anus, and eventually, some hours later, he finally died.
A small trickle of the same neon green liquid dripped down again, falling from the cracked engine of a half-crushed car sitting nearby. The liquid had oozed out and slithered along the ground until it formed a pool, which Smarty had unwittingly stumbled upon.
It was just too bad he didn’t know what ‘antifreeze’ was, nor why it’s sweet taste wasn’t to be trusted. But with no Smarty left to order them, the fluffies simply continued to roam the junkyard at their leisure, unaware of what dangers awaited them deeper within…