the majority of you all choose to take the neutral approach. Now, initially messing with the herd and remaining motionless are two things that directly contradict, because you can’t interact with the fluffies if keep the facade that you’re a (pretty) rock. So I had to tinker with my votes.
You am the best, the best fluffy. There is nothing better than you, other than skettie. And now, you have the best house with no humans. It has no nummies, but it definitely is warm and away from the sky water, and it has a very pretty rock too! Right now, there’s a sleeping place right under the rock where you currently are. It’s very dark, and you can barely see your hooves, but this house is dark and a bit scary in general, so it’s not out of the blue.
Still though, you can’t shake the feeling that something is going to eat you in this darkness. Whatever it is, they will eat the poopie fluffy, while you get your special friend, then your friends, then you, then the rest of the herd if you got time. Your fear slams away as you hit a wall. There’s no monsters here! You trot out the entrance, and are greeted by your pregnant special friend.
“Ooo, smarty speshaw fwen am su bwave. Wiwy hab bestest speshaw fwen!”
“Dats wight! Dew am nu munstas. Toughies! Gib nesties tu speshaw fwen!”
Their leader, which has the name ‘smarty’ has taken a liking to you. Must not be able to resist your handsome black streaks, your artistically placed wing patterns, and your extravagant 3 pairs of horns. Whatever the case, they’ve chosen that literally under your wing is their bedroom, with some of his goons, or toughies(?), have chosen to sleep on you. Hopefully they don’t get to a part where your scales are thinner and feel your heartbeat, or feel you breathing. Whatever the case, you don’t know what is invading your space. They smell like mamma and they make human vocalizations (albeit with a lisp), but they also make tap taps and coo like a bird, and the first thing that comes to mind is the ultimate phylum of reptiles. Whatever they are, you have to see them, and that means opening your eyes. You rouse while remaining perfectly still, and snap open your eyes with lightning speed. You look around, that stalagmite was smaller than you expected, your wings have a thin crust of rock, you can see the cracks, your talons are completely covered by sediment, and you can only see 1/3 of your tail before it’s covered in rock. Man, you certainly overslept.
You can see clearly, no darkness imparts your vision, but you gotta check if your now part colorblind, because rainbow puffballs are every- Wait, these are real.
…
WHAT IN DRAGONSLAYING ARE THESE THINGS?!?!
They definitely aren’t natural! No creature in nature would evolve such eye catching colors as their camouflage, unless their poisonous or are a flower, but these have all the core traits of a mammal and mammals aren’t poisonous. In fact, these look most like tiny obese horses, or very fluffy and not fat. Still, their rectangular snouts, short legs, big eyes, and slurred speech freak you out. Maybe they can repel rivals? And- ow! What is that song!?
“Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah, babbeh dwink wots ob miwlkies an’ gwo big an’ stwong, su dat-“
Thank the core that you can close your ears and dull the noise, because that is the worst song you’ve listened to, even worse than when the humans initially worshiped you. It’s like listening to stone talons scraping that heavy red rock [granite]. No, it’s worse. The humans had musical items that made the worship bearable. This is on another level. Like if the singer had a hoarse voice and screeched out all the notes, and also had an annoying voice, and ate mushrooms. Now factor in that you have slightly less powerful hearing than a dog. Your ears feel like they could bleed at any second.
Your name is lily, the prettiest mare in the herd and a special friend of the herd smarty. You are very fat a soon mummah, and your babbehs are going to be the best babies yet, it doesn’t matter if they have a pokey thing or a wingie thing or niether or both, all babbehs deserve milk. You are going to be the bestest mummah ever.
“Mummah wub babbeh, babbeh wub mummah, mummah gib babbeh miwlkies,-“
Your special friend has chosen a dark and scary place, but a warm house and a pretty rock that makes up your den.
“- babbehs gwo big an’ stwong, gib mummah hewt happies! O, hewwo poopie fwuffie! ‘Ou hab nestie?” A slimmer than normal poop brown fluffy with a vomit green mane carries a clump of moss on his back and flowers in his mouth
“Yus wiwwy, hab da bestest nesties an’ pwettiest nummies fow da bestest mummah”
“Fank ‘ou, nao ‘ou nu hab to gu sweepies in da poopie piwe. Nao gu ‘way”
That glowing stone has appeared on the wall recently, and it’s suspiciously close to your special friend. You can’t help but feel unnerved, as if something is watching, something that can kill your special friend in an instant. Something grabs your attention. Your toughie enforcer is yelling at a poopie fwuffie.
“DUMMEH POOPIE FWUFFIE, gib wickie cweans tu toughie ow hab sowwie hoosies.”
That’s it, pebble has broken his last straw. Poopie fluffies may be ugly, but no fluffy should be forced to eat poop. You run over and yell at him
“PEPPLE! Dat am it! ‘Ou am bad toughie an’ bad fwuffie! Poopie fwuffies am dummehs, buh nu fwuffie num poopsies. ‘Ou nu am toughie nu mowe!”
“Buh- buh dummeh nu-“
“ ‘ou am tewwin’ nu twuffs! ‘Ou nu am toughie nu mowe!” snort
Your former henchman begins to tear up before running off crying. Good, you were wanting your favorite son to take his place soon. Hope he goes forever sleeps.you walk over to your special friend, who is sleeping, and snuggle up with her for the dark time. Your sleep time pictures consist of many fluffies adoring you, you having sketti all the time, and you giving a dummeh hooman so many sowwie hoofsies that they give you sketti and their house. Your awoken by your special friend.
“Huh, mummah feww- SCREEEEEEE-!”
You can’t sleep, not after how loud these creatures were. From what you have gathered, these creatures hate duller colors, have very immature natures, can be cruel, but also moral, respectful, accepting, and are very weak willed. Maybe you can intimidate them into serving you. Then you could give commnds and never have to leave your den. Buuut, these creatures look like their too small to kill anything meaningful. Ah well, they might taste good and be very entertaining to watch. Anyway, looks like they hunkered down for the night, and smarty and his mate are sleeping with their butts at you. You want to make a move, but any slight shift might be picked up on. Besides, you don’t know how smart they actually are. They could be sma-
“SCRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Ow
“BIGGEST POOPSIES”
What does that me- oh, oh god.
The female has lifted her tail, and you can see two holes, a vagina and an anus. The vagina was twitching, in a disgusting manor. Then, a point, then a dark blue head. It was gross, especially that wet plop that came next. The result was a chirping dark blue baby that looked nothing like the parents, color wise. You tried looking away for the next one, but the ear bleeding scream, disgusting imagery, and the gross wet plop made you unable to avert your gaze.
ugh you could gag here and now, but your constitution is stronger than that. The hot purple and yellow mare gave birth to 3 more babies, testing your willpower, but then an explosion of feces shot out of her anus, avoiding her babies, but hitting your neck.
Oh no.
You can feel it.
dont do it!
But then the smell hit
”UEGH, ACK! GRALLUCK!
Before you know it, you on your feet, gagging. And when it sinks in, you realize your mistake. Everyone’s eyes are on you.
Uh oh.
I tried making the normally irredeemable stereotypes bad but tolerable, enough to make you unhappy, but not enough for you to snap it’s neck. In other words, shades of grey. I think I nailed it.
- Don’t. Move.
- run
- Take control of the herd.
- Burn it all.
- Yes
- No