There were once two noble herds of fluffy ponies: the pegasus fluffies of herd Mountamare and the unicorns of herd Crapalot. They lived in the middle of a large forest that humans never traversed because driving is easier.
One day two fluffies from each herd happened upon the shared watering hole, a shallow spring exactly between the territories of the two herds.
“Fwuffy nu wike yu!” A unicorn shouted at the pegisai.
“GASP! Weww den fwuffy nu wike yu!” The pegisai countered.
“Dat suu meanie, why yu say dat?” The one unicorn was shocked, but the other went up to the pegisai and hoof-slapped one of them across the face.
“OWWWIES!” The slapped pegasus fell as the unslapped pegasus waddled forward and slapped the unicorn back.
The unslapped unicorn and pegasus both gasped in unison.
“We nee hab nu mowe fighties, dewe am awweady tuu many fwuffies gon fwoebah sweepies,” the unslapped unicorn proposed.
“Yu am wite, an tu wemembah da bwabe fwuffies dat wen fowebah sweepies hewe, we nebah hab fighties ‘gain,” the unslapped pegasus agreed, sealing the deal by hugging the unslapped unicorn.
“Um, fwends? We nu am fowebah sweepies, jus am on gwound,” the slapped pegasus said, but both of the unslapped fluffies had gotten distracted chasing a butterfly and so the scene ends there.
As the evening’s light gradually faded, the unicorns of herd Crapalot had a little impromptu dance party, or, you might calll it that if you were being unreasonably generous. Unicorns paired up and did as fancy a dance as fluffies could, and amazingly it lasted nearly a minute before they all got distracted by a dead foal, crushed to death on the ground.
“How cud dis happen?” Shock briefly distorted the face of Smarty Crapalot, the eldest and… let’s just go with the eldest for this one… of the Crapalots. He proceeded to carefully investigate the area, and found three more crushed foals before giving up.
“Sum tinks fwuffies nu am meant tu no,” Smarty Crapalot hung his head, having failed to realize that holding a dance party with both foals and adult fluffies dancing together might not have been his best idea.
Meanwhile, the lovely Fluffyette Crapalot spoke quietly with her mummah.
“Fwuffyette, it am time fow yu tu fin yu speshul fwen. Mummah tink yu shud hab gud enfies wi Pawis, he yu daddeh, su yu no he make gud babbehs,” the older fluffy suggested with the sharp tone of someone who had never been told no.
“Dat a gud idea mummah! Fwuffyette gon be speshul fwen an hab gud enfies an gud babbehs wi daddeh Pawis,” Fluffyette nodded as her father, Paris, wandered around before pooping on the nummie pile.
The evening continued with little further excitement until an uninvited guest made himself known.
“Hey!” Romeo Mountamare loudly shat on the floor to make his presence known and did indeed catch the attention of Fluffyette, “Yu am wewwy pwetty, yu shud hab enfies an babbehs wi Womeo!”
“Okay, dat sound gud, we du dat watah, Fwuffyette nee make gud poopies now,” Fluffyette answered, leaving the turd-crossed lovers now horny, but still just as stupid.
Later that night Fluffyette was unable to sleep, still thinking about the dashing rogue she had met at the party.
“Womeo, Womeo, wets pwten’ dat Fwuffyette wemembahud tuu ask yu yu name, Womeo,” Fluffyette opined aloud to the plants near her nest.
“AWSO WEWE AM YU! YU AM WATE! FWUFFYETTE WAN ENFIES NAAAAOOOOOO!”
“SU SOWWY FWUFFYETTE! WOMEO GOT WOST WIWE WAKWIN’ IN A STWAIT WINE! BU WOMEO AM HEWE NAO! FWUFFYETTE GON GIB WOMEO BESTEST ENFIES?” Romeo shouted at Fluffyette’s ass, having somehow ended up behind her.
They both turned around, leaving Fluffyette facing Romeo’s ass. It took them both turning for the better part of five minutes before they were finally ass to ass, shortly followed by being face to face.
“Ya, it am enfie time,” they both said at once, before both turning around. It took another seven minutes before Romeo was again facing Fluffyette’s ass.
He mounted her, and thrust into a fat fold three times before declaring “GUD FEEWS!” and falling asleep, still laying on Fluffyette’s back.
The next day, Romeo and Plot Device-eo were out and about, walking near Crapalot territory,
“An den Womeo ha da enfies an da gud feews,” Romeo explained to Plot Device-eo.
“HEY! YU!” Paris Crapalot shouted at Romeo. “AM YU DA DUMMEH DAT GABE ENFIES TU SMAWTY CWAPAWOT BABBEH?”
“Which babbeh am yu tawkin’ ‘bout?” Plot Device-eo asked.
“Fwuffyette! Da pwetty wun!”
“Womeo jus ha enfies wi Fwuffyette.”
“NUUUUUU, Smawty wa gon gib da pwetty babbeh enfies su babbeh cud make eben mowe, pwettah babbehs! Smawty gon gib yu wowest hewties!” Paris declared before waddle-running at Romeo.
Romeo was about to start running himself when Plot Device-eo got in the way.
“Nu gon wet yu du dis Womeo, Pwot Debice-eo gon du da fight scene ‘stead ob yu!”
It was at this point that Plot Device-eo tripped and fell onto his belly. Romeo, being stupid even for a fluffy, assumed his friend had been slain by Paris, and he howled with rage.
“Dat wa pwetty meanie ob yu, an Womeo nu wike dat,” Romeo told Paris before it was Paris’s turn to trip and fall. Both Paris and Plot Device-eo were hungry, and so they left to go num grassies.
Seeing no further fluffy ponies standing, Romeo bemoaned the tragic loss of life. “Oh fate, yu am a bitch.”
Back with the Crapalots, Smarty Crapalot, was speaking to Fluffyette.
“Smawty nee mowe pwetty babbehs, an su nee Fwuffyette tu hab enfies wi Pawis!”
“Bu Pawis wen fowebah sweepies jus nao,” Fluffyette countered.
“Nu am fowebah sweepies, Pawis am jus swightwy off scween.”
“Fwuffyette nu can gib Pawis enfies, Fwuffyette nu no how tu go off scween… Fwuffyette ackshully ment tu say ‘OH NO, Fwuffy hab wan die’ an den say it wike dat.”
“Say what like taht?” one of the other fluffies standing around asked.
“Wan die,” Fluffyette said once and, thinking her ruse successfully concluded, went back to her nest to have a nap.
Word spreads fast in a forest clearing small enough to kick fluffies across, and it wasn’t long before Romeo rushed to Fluffyette’s nest.
“Womeo came soon as Womeo heawd dat Fwuffyette ha wan diesies, and den Womeo wawked hewe. HUU HUU HUU.”
“It am ok Womeo, Fwuffyette nu ackshuwwy hab wan diesies, Fwuffyette wa jus pwetend tu hab wan diesies su dat Fwuffyette nu nee… Fwuffyette fowget why, bu nu hab wan diesies nao,” Fluffyette explained, trying to calm Romeo. He did eventually calm down, but this was mostly because by the time Fluffyette was done talking, Romeo had drowned on the tiny bit of fluffy cum he had left in her fat fold.
“NUUUUU! Wha am dis? Enfie juiceies dwown bestest Womeo, an nu any weft fow dwown Fwuffyette… an… an…(sigh)
ENFIE DIS! FWUFFYETTE GON GU ENFIE DA FIWST STAWWION FWUFFYETTE FIN!