Announcing to the fluffies that they would have to kill each other was something Julius took pleasure in. it seemed like each fluffy handled it a different way. Some were shitting all over the hydrophobic seats, some were trying to reach other fluffies to hug them, some hadn’t yet registered his words and still looked happy at the prospect of a game. A pair of fluffies were trying feverishly to reach each other. “Fwuffy am scawed!” one of them said. “Nu wowwy, speciaw fwiend,” the stallion responded, “Tummy babbehs wiww be ok.” This made Julius smile. Pregnant mares always bring up the ratings. By the looks of her, she would pop sometime during the games, if she could survive that long… “Alright,” Julius said, as the chatter died down, “Let’s get all of you to the Games.” And sleeping gas flooded the room.
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This is gonna be fun