Khan woke up sore, he was old. Older than most Fluffies, but Being a Cannibal had it’s advantages.
Occasionally a Smarty and a few Toughies would come to ‘claim’ him as a Toughie, or a Poopy-Fluff. Bad luck for them, 'cus Khan always says no. He’d always let one of them live, taking the rest to eat. His Hovel was a singular hole, but it’s main chamber had enough room for Khan, and that was good enough.
As Khan stretched his Legs, his shaved brown Fluff barley grazing the walls of his den. Despite being a fairly ugly Fluffy, Khan had a Bright Pink man, something he was proud of. His Fluff never grew too much, and if it did, Khan would bit it out, or force a captive to do it. He didn’t want his Fluff to change back to its second color. Khan had a gradient coat, starting brown and ending in fine White ends. He HATED being a good color, he hated every second of it.
Khan tiredly waddled out of his hovel, slightly stretching the exit hole a bit, He was large, and on top of that he was an Earthie, so he was much hardier than the others. As Khan looked around his Hill, he smiled. Another cloudy day, no smell of rain, so no soggy mane for him. But soggy Fluff for the ferals that lived nearby.
As said, Khan was old, he had seen Smarties rise, and Smarties fall, new herds form and old ones disband, he had over seen quite a few births as well, as some of the… Okay Ferals, had asked for help. All help was given, but it always costed them, a Foal or two, a Leg, a… sacrifice… Khan was the biggest, so what he wanted, he got, even some Hoomins were afraid of him, and he liked that.
Khan walked over to the nearby hedges, home to two feral families he was okay with. The first was the Bozo’s. Bozo himself was a Spotted Earthie Friend, his coat was Pink with White Spots all over him. He had a Tan Mane and matching Tail. He was strong, not as strong as Khan, but strong for even an earthie, he was also… Well, a few Meatballs short of a proper plate of Sketti.
Bozo’s Special Friend was the first to greet you on your walk around Khan’s land. Mary was her name, and she was a Heavily scarred Pegasus, her Mono-Green Coat was covered in old wounds, some from before you met them, and some Khan had given, as Payment. Mary’s Grey mane would cover her eyes, but Khan knew she was still looking away from him as she saw him. “H-hewwo mistah Khan… How am doin’?” Mary asked, slightly scarred.
“Am gud, am gud… Wisten, am 'ou an Bozo stiww twyin tu hab babbehs?” Khan asked, bluntly.
“Y-yus, been twyin, but nu anymowe…” Mary said, now much happier than before, raising a hoof to her stomach. “Mawy hab Tummeh feewin’!” She said excitedly.
“Gud! Am happy fow Mawy an Bozo, if nee’ hew when babbehs come, wet know, and Khan hewp.” Mary lowered her smile at the mention of Khan’s help… As Khan turned to leave the first family, he noticed Bozo returning from an early nummie hunt. Khan waved to him, a smile coming over his face.
Bozo stopped his happy jog back to his Special Friend the moment he saw Khan, almost dropping the Pretzel he stole from a nearby trashcan. Slowly waving back at Khan, Bozo rushed back home to see his Special Friend quietly sobbing back in their nest. Khan would enjoy the payment he would get from those two when they babbehs came, for now? The other family.
Khan immediately noticed the small Solid Gold blob not to far away from Bozo’s Nest. Khan always loved visiting these two, always making him laugh.
As Khan got closer, he finally noticed her tiny wings. a Fully Grown Micro, Solid Gold coat with a Chartreuse mane and Tail. As she noticed Khan she puffed up her cheeks and ran up to him. “DUMMEH KHAN! WHEWE AM SPESHUW FWEND?!”
Khan had to try his best to not burst into a laughing fit. “W-wha D-Domino m-mean?” Khan said, slowly steadying his breathing.
“Speshuw fwend weave to get nummies buh nu cum back yet! Domino know 'ou did sumtin!” Domino said, her tiny Wings literally buzzing with anger.
Almost as Domino said ‘did’ her Special Friend burst thru the far end of the bushes. A solid Grey coat, with a frizzy Red mane came speeding by, he was short, a Runt, but the perfect size for his special friend… Sort of. Micah was the only one out of the two families that actually ‘liked’ Khan, something that always confused Khan.
“Hewwo Mistah bestes’ fwend Khan! Domino du sumting siwwy again?” Micah said, giggling to himself. Domino looked at her special friend and ran up to him, beating her tiny hooves into him for insulting her. “DUMMEH! DUMMEH! DUMMEH! DOMINO SU WOWWIED ABOU’ 'OU! TINK DAT KHAN NUMMED SPESHUW BIG FWEND!” Domino said, slowly stopping her ineffective attack on her lover.
"Sowwy Speshuw Fwend, nu mean tu wet 'ou wowwy, just gettin nummies! hewe! big sweet bewwy nummies! He said, shaking his coat, a multitude of Blue Berries flung from his coat. Domino stared at her Special Friend and happily ran up and hugged her special friend as hard as she could.
“WUV WUV WUV WUV MICAH! MICAH AM BESTES’ SPESHUW FWEND EBAH!” Domino said, slowly darting around to her favorite snack. “Mucha get beste’s huggies watah…” DOmino whispered to Micah.
Micah’s face turned blush red from even behind his fluff. Khan, still trying to fight back a laughing fit, simply walked away, those two always did the silliest things, which is why they got the least amount of ‘help’.
Khan made his way back to the top of his hill, once at the top, he plopped down and enjoyed the small sight he owned. a lush green hill, two food making families… It was great…
Khan sniffed the air and caught a familiar scent. “Ahh, anudah dummeh smawty… Dis bwight time am gud one.” Khan said as he got up from his favorite spot, still a little achy from old age.
“Time fow Smawty-Nummies…” Khan said, rushing down to meet the smell.
Khan was hopping for a little more fight from his last Smarty-Nummie.