What’s this? It’s a completely original story I’m writing! And it’s not based on any artwork, it’s from scratch! This is a narrative that has been scratching my mind for a while, enjoy!
Synopsis: An anomaly sweeps across micro-fluffy colonies, forming a new empire that will forever change the world.
The morning sun rises, with beads of dew forming across fields of grass, as spring smiles upon the rural midwest of North America. At first glance, the only hint of life that could be detected throughout the wide plains of vegetation were chirping birds and delicate butterflies, it was nature at its calmest. In reality, there was an entire civilization thriving beneath the serene environment.
There existed a micro-fluffy colony, its territory expanding across an acre of flowers that the quarter-sized creatures relied on for nourishment. Underground tunnels formed pathways between designated playrooms, food storages, and nurseries, hollowed out by the shovel-like hooves of the inhabitants.
Unlike the typical fluffy pony, micro-fluffies were more adept at withstanding the harsh nature of the wilds, this can attributed to their insanely fast reproduction rates and ability to organize themselves in a society reminiscent of ants or bees. These traits combined with their long lifespan ensured the rapid growth of their miniature civilization.
Despite being a menacing pest in urban areas, infesting the walls and floors of humans, they were not as destructive to the natural world when compared to their larger cousins. Hordes of voracious wasps and ants kept the micro-fluffy numbers in check, as well as the unforgiving winters that would kill off the plants that fed the colonies.
Nevertheless, no matter how many hardships are thrown at the colonies, there will always be survivors replenishing their populations, repeating the cycle of growth and destruction.
This fluffy colony was unique. It was entirely comprised of fluffies with mundane colored coats. There were only shades of murky green, black, brown, and grey populating this particular colony.
Usually, a normal colony would consist of brightly colored fluffies bullying their less colorful brethren into submission, forcing them to wallow within the population’s communal latrine pits. The stinking feces were their only food source, their attempts to dig out only served to make more room for the colony’s excretion.
In the past, this colony’s inhabitants were massacred by an army of fire ants, with the predatory insects ignoring the scat-soaked pit dwellers. The “poopie” fluffies dug out of their smelly prisons without fear of retaliation from their now outnumbered oppressors. In a swift brutal revolt that swept over the entire colony, the ugly-colored fluffies stomped their more colorful subjugators to death, ensuring that only the dominant genes of their fur colorations would pass onto the colony’s offspring.
Afterward, the colony experienced a period of peace throughout the following winter, with the burrows and food rations keeping the population warm and well-fed. By the time spring arrived, the population was back to full size.
Generational trauma ensured that the colony would not force an unfortunate minority to maintain the communal latrine pits; instead, it was tradition for the unorthodox colony to simply dig more holes to store their excretion.
The peace did not last forever, for a neighboring colony encroached onto the flower fields, the bountiful supply of nutritious petals too irresistible to their growing civilization.
The conflict was inevitable, with the invading colony deeming the native population as “poopie” fluffies, undeserving of the rich bounty of flower “nummies”. The foreign colony launched raids to pillage their less colorful quarry.
However, the target colony was no stranger to violence, fighting back against the invaders with the same vigor as their ancestors. Shovel-like hooves caved into brittle plastic skulls, and the subterranean tunnels were stained ruby-red, blunt teeth locked onto soft pudgy flesh. It was a warzone.
The conflict lasted for days, with neither side backing down. The murky-colored colony was at a disadvantage, their attackers were well-equipped with older stronger fluffies, hardened by previous raids. The natives were only able to withstand the onslaught via familiarity with their twisting maze of tunnels, being able to quickly navigate and coordinate defenses against their bigger foes.
Despite the native colony’s best efforts, they were losing ground to their invaders, and resolved to block tunnels with pebbles to prevent the attackers from accessing their precious food supply and nurseries. The leader of the native colony, the oldest living member who participated in the revolt long ago, hoped for a miracle.
That night, on a full moon that shone across the grassy fields, the unexpected happened. Two alicorn micro-fluffies, each with a horn of gold, appeared out of nowhere.
One entered the native colony, exuding a quiet authority that none of the fluffies could resist. The alicorn convinced the leader to parley with the attackers.
Similarly, the other mysterious alicorn approached the attacking colony. In a short few hours, both civilizations ceased the fighting in an instant, both of their leaders now standing face to face with one another.
The alicorns spoke of the importance of peace and understanding between all fluffies, no matter their differences. They spoke of the “Greatew Hewd”, the idea that all individual fluffies should strive to ensure the success of the greatest number of their kind, wherein each fluffy sheds their identity in favor of his role in the group.
They spoke of the pursuit of perfect societal harmony, a unity that strengthens them as a whole and counters the weakness of their physiology. They shall only rely on each other’s hard work and contributions, casting away fantasies of human love and care. As if from nowhere, more of the golden-horned alicorns would manifest over time, each of them guiding their bewildered followers.
Within weeks, the united colonies expanded further, contacting and peacefully assimilating other colonies, the authority of the alicorns unquestioned. Soon, the mega colony was far bigger than any micro-fluffy could ever imagine, stretching across the states of America, eluding the notice of the humans living above, cleverly avoiding their ire.
More golden-horned alicorns arrived, granting many unforeseen innovations to their species. The micro-fluffies developed written language, etching crude symbols onto dry leaves, and spreading the will of the alicorns via a vast network of messengers.
Fluffy envoys disseminated the accumulated knowledge of their nascent empire, which has now mastered designing various constructions, ranging from simple fungus farms to complex water systems flowing through clay aqueducts.
Sporadic labyrinths were refined into carefully measured pathways. Barbaric pit latrines were replaced with more sustainable sewage conduits. Menial foraging for food was made obsolete by the efficiency of agricultural moss and mushrooms.
Were it not for the unwavering presence of the astute alicorns, the micro-fluffies would’ve become lazy and self-destructive from the abundance of resources. No fluffy, not even a smarty, was able to disobey the commanding aura of a golden-horned alicorn.
In the mega-colony, every fluffy is given a role to serve from the moment they are born. Education systems, bolstered by libraries of written information, would teach and train foals to best serve their society. Professions ranged from humble farmers who work tirelessly to keep their brethren well-fed, to erudite archivists who preserve the colony’s extensive bureaucracy.
Vigilant “toughies” patrol the caverns every day, undergoing rigorous daily exercises to stay in shape. Crews of builders work together to maintain ever-growing infrastructure. Elder apothecaries concoct new formulas of medicinal mold.
No matter their role in the colony, the efforts of every micro-fluffy are valued, regardless of physical attributes, so decrees the philosophy of the “Greatew Hewd”. It is this appreciation and pride for each other that binds the minuscule fluffies together.
However, despite all the accomplishments of the mega-colony, it was still a mere speck compared to humanity on the surface. Only the wisdom of the alicorns has prevented the discovery of their civilization, their tight reign keeping the population in check.
But things can only stay hidden for so long…