Your name is Cotton! You’re a white colt micro fluff, and not just ANY micro fluff.
You’re a smarty friend!
Not only that, you’re a good smarty friend!
You lead your herd, keep things in order, share your nummies and toysies, and play all day long with your friends!
The members of your herd are Salad, a green wingie mare and her three cute babbehs.
Blackberry, a black unicorn who’s afraid of a lot of things, but loves to cuddle!
Nana, short for Banana, a yellow unicorn mare who loves to dance!
And last but not least, is Orange, an earthie colt who can be a bit of a meanie, but is still a good fluffy!
You live in a BIG see through box with lots of tubes and toysies to play in. You play all day every day and it’s so much fun. Your daddeh always gives you and your herd plenty of nummies, and little scratches as well. Not to mention skettis! The bestest of best things ever! Life is so great!
Then one day, as you were all playing tag, aside from Salad, who was currently giving yummy milkies to her babbehs, your daddeh opens up the top of your home and begins to scoop you all up into a jar!
“Aaaaaaahhhh, scawy! Nu upsies nu upsies! Dun wanna faww!”
“Nu pick up Sawad’s babbehs, dey tuu widdle daddeh! Yuu gonna gib dem huwties an Sawad dun wan dat tu habben!! Dey onwy widdle babbehs!!”
“Why wu pick up Nana? Wuz dancin!”
“Dummeh daddeh nu gib Owang bad upsies! Wiww gib sowwy poopies if yuu dun stahp nao!”
Soon they were all in the jar except for you. You look up at your daddeh and cock your white little head. You’re kinda scared, but at the same time you love your daddeh and trust him. Why was he doing this?
“Daddeh……wha taek Cotton’s hewd? Hewd du sumptin wong? Cotton pwomise dat hewd been gud, daddeh! No gib hewd sowwy stickies ow sowwy bawx!” You pleaded to him. Daddeh was a kind daddeh, but he HAD punished you and your herd on occasion when you had been naughty. Like when you did sorry poopies EVERYWHERE in your homesie but the litterbox and then yelled at daddeh to clean it up. But that was many forevers ago! You hadn’t been naughty in……well, forever!
“Calm down Cotton, you guys aren’t in trouble. I’m actually giving you a gift.” He said with a wide smile. At the mention of a gift, you and your herd’s eyes widened. Gifts were ALWAYS good……and they were only for GOOD fluffies!
“Den……daddeh nu angwy wit Cotton an hewd?” You ask with hope, a wiggle of delight shuddering through your tiny body.
“Of course not! I love you guys! In fact I love you so much that I’m giving you a brand new, much better home! It’ll have grass and wood and be more comfy then the plastic box. Does that sound nice?”
You all cheer loudly of course. That sounds better than nice, it sounds bestest!
Soon enough, you are all lowered in a MUCH bigger tank. The ground is made of brown wood chips, the air is steamy and hot, but still comfortable for a fluffy, and there’s green woodsies EVERYWHERE.
“Woaaaaahhhh….” You coo. This looked amazing! “Tank yuu, daddeh! Dis bestest gift ebba fo fwuffies!”
He smiled again and patted you head before lowering a very large bowl of food, more than all of you could probably eat in a week, and a litter box for you all to use. You ALWAYS did good poopies in the litterbox!
“Now, I’m gonna let you guys make yourselves at home, I’ll be back later.” And with that, he shut the top of the tank and departed.
Instantly you all started exploring, looking around, eating the nummy kibble your daddeh put out, it was great. Salad started to build a little nest out of the wood chips and leaves that were in the tank, curling up with her babbehs while she coo’d to them. “Wook babbehs! New homsies fo fwuffies! Biggah, bettah homsies fo babbehs to gib huggies and pway and dwink mummy’s miwkies! Soon fwuffies gonna wun in woodsies!”
Orange and Nana were currently chasing eachother in circles, laughing and giggling.
You scouted the area, everything looked safe. You knew your daddeh would never put you in danger, but it was still your job as the smarty friend to look out for your herd and make sure that you weren’t in any peril. So far, it looked good! Plenty of woodsies and plants to hide and play in, a enough wood chips and leaves to make nests for all of you……it was perfect.
Then it caught you eye. A large cave on the verrrrrrry far side of the tank. It was partially hidden by a lot of big plants and rocks, but you could still see it. It looked dark and……frankly, a little scary. You had always been afraid of the dark. But you had no need to worry, daddeh told you the place was safe, so it was safe. Daddeh never lied.
You turned around to go play with your friends when you heard Blackberry yelp in fright.
“Wha wong Bwackbewwy? Sumptin scawe yuu?” You gave him a hug when you saw him shivering.
“B-b-b-b-bwackbewwy see……see pwaces in dawkie howw.” He stuttered out. “Wuz wookin wight at Bwackbewwy……huuu huuu huuu, am scawed!”
Looking over at the cave, you peer into the dark hole……and see nothing. You don’t deny that Blackberry saw something….but you simply can’t see anything yourself.
“Nu see see pwaces, Bwackbewwy. It otay, Cotton keep a wook out fo anyting, Cotton pwomise!” You nodded at your easily frightened friend, who looked at you, then back to the cave, and then back at you.
“Cotton wight, nu see pwaces in dawkie howw. Musta been bein a dummeh fwuffy. Tank yuu Cotton, wub yuu!”
And with that you both ran off the play with your friends!
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It feels like it’s been forever since you saw your daddeh. Frankly, you miss him a lot! It’s not like him to be away for so long. But you don’t feel too bad, life has been great!
Everyday has been so much fun. You and your herd wake up early, do good poopies in the litter box, eat some early nummies, and then play play play the rest of the day!
Today you climbed high on one of the green trees, it was so tall and you could see so much of your new home! Blackberry and Orange were worried that you might fall, but you didn’t. You were a good climbing fluffy, you remember your mummuh had told you that when you were just a babbeh.
Salad’s foals were growing nicely, in fact, you all were growing!
Orange was the first to notice it.
“Hehehehehe, smawty Cotton issa big fat fwuffy, hehehehehe.”
“Wha? Cotton no am fat fwuffy? Watchu talkin bout, Owange? Yuu bein a meanie fwuffy agin?” You frown. Orange could be a bit of a meanie sometimes.
Orange waddled up and poked you, his hoof digging into a layer of flab that wasn’t there before. Huh, that was new!
“Wook, smawty Cotton am biggew.” Orange said knowingly.
“Hmmm, Owang wight. Cotton AM biggew. Dats stwange.” You pondered with your tiny fluffy mind. You know, you HAD noticed that the nummies that daddeh left seemed….different. They tasted and felt different, maybe that’s what was making you bigger!
“Cotton kno wats up!” You exclaimed loudly, enough that your herd stopped what they were doing and looked towards you. “Daddeh gib fwuffies supah nummies tuu make fwuffies big an stwong! Daddeh am gud Daddeh!”
Your herd bursts into cheers! Daddeh is the best Daddeh! Making you all big and strong like that!
You then all gathered in a circle, singing and dancing the bestest song in the whole wide world!
“Fwuffies eat da nummies, fwuffies get big! Fwuffies du gud poopies, dats da best! Fwuffies du dancies, dancie dancie dancie! Fwuffies wub babbehs, gib aww da miwkies! Fwuffies go pway, pway aww day! Fwuffies wub toysies, toysies da best! Fwuffies gib da huggsies, Fwuffies wub hugs!”
On and on you sang and danced and had the best time ever. It was the best DAY ever! Even when you got a little distracted because you thought you heard a funny noise somewhere in your home, you still kept dancing and singing!
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One of the babbehs was missing!
You woke up to Salad’s frantic cries and wails of worry. “WHEWE GWEEN BABBEH, MUMMUH NEED BABBEH AN BABBEH NEED MUMMUH FO HUGGIES AN MIWKIES! PWEASE CUM BAK, BABBEH HUUUHUUHUUHUU! NO BE BAD MUMMUHHHHH!!!”
You sprang into action! With the power of a smarty friend, you start barking out orders to ensure the safety of your herd!
“OWANG! Yuu stay hewe an wook afta Sawad and da babbehs, yuu tuffy an stwongest fwuffy. Keep dem safe.”
Orange nods seriously before going over to administer huggies to Salad and her remaining foals. “Is otay Sawad an babbehs, Cotton fin’ odduh babbeh no pwobwem. Owang pwomise!”
Nodding back to him, you quickly glance and nod at BlackBerry and Nana. “Yuu fwuffies cum wit Cotton. Gotta go fin missin babbeh.”
Nana and BlackBerry follow you further into the underbrush, the latter with more apprehension then the former.
“Huu huu, Bwackbewwy hab wowstest scawdies! Wat if munsta grab babbeh……”
You stop briefly to look at him, worry spread across his face. “It otay Bwackbewwy, no munstas hewe. Dis safe pwace gib tu fwuffies by daddeh an daddeh wuld neba huwt fwuffies.” He still shuffles his black hooves into the ground, but then nods in agreement. “Nao les go. Gotta fin splowin babbeh and gib back tu Sawad.”
Onward you three marched, sticking close to eachother so you didn’t get lost. Daddeh put you in a safe place, but it was still very large and full of trees, it would be very easy to get lost in here!
You marched for what seemed like forevers, looking and calling out to the naughty babbeh that ran away from his herd. Why would he do that anyway? The herd had everything. Nummies, huggies, a litterbox, and playing!
As you were wondering why the babbeh would run off, you tripped over something.
“Owwwies, wha hoovsies make Cotton faww? Dat nu vewy ni-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH BABBEH NUUUUUUU!”
What you had just tripped over was the dried, limp body of the babbeh, his face twisted in a frozen visage of pure agony and fear. He had gone forever sleepies!
In a panic, you had launched out a torrent of scardey poopies and pee behind you into the underbrush, just narrowly missing Nana and Blackberry.
“Wha wong Cotton? NUUUUU HUU HUU HUU, WHY BABBEH GO FOWEBA SWEEPIES?! WHA HAPPUN?!”
Blackberry and Nana were so scared that they made even MORE scaredy poopies then you had!
Soon, all three of you were huddled around the babbeh, giving him huggies and kissies in an attempt to bring him back from forever sleepies.
Sadly, huggies and kissies didn’t work……
Salad howled and screamed and went into a frenzy as you carried her green babbeh on your back back into the nest.
“C-Cotton sowwy Sawad……BABBEH GO FOWEBA SWEEPIES HUU HUU HUU HUUUUUUUU! FOUN BABBEH LYIN IN DA WOODSIES AWW AWONE!!!” You sobbed.
Salad then unexpectedly gave you sorry hoofsies! It really hurt as she planted her hooves right on your smell place! Owwie!
“Huu huu huu huu, wha Sawad gib Cotton sowwy hoofsies……Cotton gud fwuffy huu huu hu huuu….”
Salad then screams right in your boo boo juice covered face. “DUMMEH COTTON NU SABE BABBEH AND NAO BABBEH GO FOWEBA SWEEPIES, IS AWW YUO FAWT DUMMEH POOPIE COTTON! HATCHU HATCHU HATCHU HATCHU HUU HUU HUU HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU BABBEH GOOOOONNEEEEEE!!!”
You just stand there in shock. You felt a mix of all sorts of things in your belly. Anger that Salad had given you sorry hoofsies. Sadness that she was so distraught over her babbeh. Embarrassment that you just got yelled at infront of your herd. It was all swirling in your chubby fluffy belly.
“Hey! Dun hit smawty Cotton, Sawad! It nu his fawt babbeh go foweba sweepies! Fwuffies jus find him in da woodsies nu mubin anymowe……” Orange stepped in between you two, growling at Salad, which made her flinch before she turned around, sobbing some more, and hugging her remaining babbehs.
You just……felt empty. You had never had a member of your herd go forever sleepies before……
You felt like a BAD smarty.
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The next morning you woke up to the sight of Salad looking at you, an expression of discomfort on her fat green face.
“Smawty Cotton?” She said.
“Hewwo Sawad….” You responded, a heavy pit in your tummy.
Salad then gave you hugsies!
“Sawad sowwy dat Sawad gib Cotton sowwy hoofsies! Sawad am bad fwuffy! Huu huu huu huu……” Tears were streaming down her face as she clumsily embraced you.
“Awwww, dat otay Sawad. Yuu wuz havin wowstest heawt huwties an biggest saddies, Cotton kno yu no mean to be meanie fwuffy……” You break the hug and look at her with a smile and sniffle.
She nods, smiling at you herself.
Later that day you put the green babbeh’s body under a pile of leaves and all had worstest heart hurties and cried for forever. It was really sad and maybe the worstest day of your life so far. You were all so tired and sad that you decided to call it an early day and all head to bed.
You did hear something kinda weird from one of Salad’s remaining two foals as you felt slumber take you, however.
“Mummuh, mummuh! Babbeh see funneh dummeh fwiend wit wotsa see pwaces in woodsies, wiwe we cwyin todeh! Can pway wit tomowwow? Pwease mummuh?”
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Salad, her babbehs, and Orange were gone. You had woken up one dark time to hear Salad’s panicked screams for her babbehs to come back, followed by Orange yelling that he was going to go get them.
It was so dark that you could barely see anything infront of your little fluffy nose, but you had heard screams, the babbeh’s cries for their mummuh, Salad crying out for her babbehs to return, and Orange stomping off into the woodsies.
“BABBEHS? PWEASE CUM BAK! MUMMUH NEE BABBEHS AN BABBEHS NEE MUMMUH, HU HUU HUU HUU!”
“IT OTAY SAWAD, OWANG FIN BABBEHS SOONSIES!”
You, Blackberry, and Nana tried to follow but it was so dark that you got lost, only able to navigate by hearing the shouts and screams of the other fluffies in your herd.
“OWANG HEWE FUNNEH NOISIES! WHA MAKIN DUMMEH NOISIES?! CUM OUT OW OWANG GIB BIGGEST OWWIES!!”
You swore you heard something large trundle its way very close to you, so close that it made you do bad poopies outside of the litterbox!
“Owwie! Sumptin hit Bwackbewwy! Huu huu, huwties….” You heard Blackberry moan in discomfort.
Then, you heard Salad scream.
She was screaming so violently that she wasn’t even saying words, just fear and panic came out of her mouth before it abruptly stopped.
You thought you heard Orange’s voice softly whimpering but you weren’t sure. Eventually that stopped too.
And then everything went quiet. You, Nana, and Blackberry were all huddled up against each other, shivering, softly crying, and wishing you knew what was going on. Wishing that daddeh was here.
“W-wewe daddeh…” You moan into Nana’s shoulder. “Wan daddeh tu maek ebewytin bettah….Cotton scawed……have wowstest scawdies eba!”
Nana and Blackberry snuggled closer to you. “B-b-b-bwackbewwy feew funneh….weawwy wewwy funneh….huu huu, nu free gud, aw itchy scwatchy……”
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Blackberry had gone forever sleepies during the night.
You and Nana awoke to find him stiff. His skin felt bumpy and raw and there was some long brown thingy sticking out of his fluff.
You had the worst heart hurties ever. You felt like the worstest smarty ever. All your herd was either missing or had gone forever sleepies and it felt like it was all your fault. What was going on?
Nana was sobbing loudly, but you eventually got her to continue wandering the woodsies with you. You needed to get back to your nest. That’s where daddeh would be, right? You would talk to daddeh and he would make everything better forever, you just knew it. He’d take you back to your old home, give you sketti again, and bring back all of your friends who had gone forever sleepies.
All daddehs could do that, right?
“Nana scawed, smawty Cotton….wan go homsies an hab nummies….” Your yellow friend moaned, trying hard not to sniffle. You had never seen her so sad before. Nana was always happy, always doing dancies and singing! But now she was sad, and her being sad made you sad.
“Cotton twyin tu gu homsies, Nana, bu Cotton….Cotton wost…” You admitted. You simply had no idea where you were in the woodsies or which way was back to the nest.
Upon hearing this, Nana burst into tears, sobbing loudly with tears and snot running down her pretty face. “WE GON GU FOWEBA SWEEPIESSSSSSS, NANA MISS DADDEH, NANA MISS MUMMUH, WAN MUMMUH, WAN MIWKIES AN HUGGSIES HUUU HUU HUU HUU, MUNSTA IN WOODSIES GUN GET NANA!” She threw herself to the ground and started having a full blown depressive tantrum, screaming and yelling about what a horrible lot she was in.
You couldn’t blame her.
You were trying so hard to put on a brave face, to be brave, but you just didn’t know what was happening or why daddeh wasn’t helping you. You finally gave into your anger and attacked the ground. “STUPI NYU HOMESIES, STUPI STUPI STUPI BAD HOMSIES GIB COTTON’S HEWD FOEWBA SWEEPIES! DO YUO FAWT, DUMMEH WOODSIES, TAKE SOWWY HOOFSIES AN SOWWY POOPIES! GIB BACK FWIENDS! NAO!” You started bucking and kicking everything you could see, while taking the time to violently pee and poop everywhere. You needed to show this dummeh place who was boss! You needed to make thing like they were before!
Nana cheered you on. “YEA, GU SMAWTY COTTON! GIB DUMMEH WOODSIES DA WOWSTEST OWWIES AN POOPIES AN SOWWY HOO-”
Suddenly she was quickly grabbed by four large brown hairy legs and dragged into the underbrush, her screams and cries for help echoing as she was carried further and further away from you.
“HEWP NANA SMAWTY!!! MUNSTA GOT NANA PWEASE HEWP PWEASE HEWP PWEASE HEEWWWWWWPPP!!”
You froze for a second, despositing more poopies on the ground. “N-Nana? Whewe yuu go?” You then waddled as fast as your fat little body would allow in the opposite direction. Daddeh was the answer, he was the ONLY one who could stop this. He would clear everything up and save you all from this worstest nightmare!
“Daddeh wiww sabe us, Nana! Howd on! Cotton fin Daddeh!”
You ran forever, jumping and screaming at every noise the woodsies made. Trying desperately to get back to the nest, to get back to Daddeh.
Suddenly you felt the ground vanish from under you as you fell down a hill, hitting the bottom and crying as boo boo juice left your smell place again.
“Owwwie….meanie gwound huwt Cotton! Dummeh gwound!” You then looked up to see where you were, and your tiny little heart dropped.
It was the cave. The dark, inky blackness of the cave stood before your white fluffy form. You liked around……and saw that there was some yellow fluff on the ground in front of you!
Nana! She was here! You could find her……and maybe find your other friends too!
Gulping and finding your courage, you dashed into the cave.
“Cotton cummin! Sabe hewd!”
For a few moments you couldn’t see, the dark void overwhelming your see places, but eventually they adjusted to the darkness.
Then you wished you couldn’t see.
Strewn around the inside of the cave were all the bodies of your friends, some intact, some ripped apart. But they were all shriveled up with looks of horror frozen on their faces. Orange was torn in half, Salad’s tummy skettis were outside of her body, her foals skin and bones beside her, Nana’s face was gone, even BlackBerry’s body was there, his legs torn off.
“F-fwiends….aww fwiends….foewba sweepies? AWW FWIENDS FOEWBA SWEEPIES, AAAAAAAHHHHH SCREEEEEEEEE!!! HEWP COTTON DADDEH, SABE FWUFFY, FWUFFY AM GUD FWUFFY!”
You panicked and attempted to run, but found you couldn’t move! Some icky white stuff on the floor held you in place, preventing your escape.
“MUMMUH HEWP FWUFFY, FWUFFY STUCK FWUFFY NO MUBE! PWEAAASEEE, WAN MIWKIES AN HUGGSIES PWEASE MUMMUH SABE FWUFFY!! DADDEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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You are the denizen of this forest, the ruler of this cave.
Your name is Princess. An ironic moniker considering you are anything but dainty or demure.
Your servant spoiled you rotten, always giving you what you wanted. Delicious mice and insects, the occasional lizard or snake. But a few days ago he promised you something new, something more “fun”. You believed him, he had never let you down before.
He was right on the money.
These….Fluffies, as they called themselves, were DELIGHTFUL. They talked, they showed fear, they begged and pleaded when their time came. You watched and spied on them, seeing how they reacted to their new environment. It was joyous for them at first, but after you played your hand and began to hint that they weren’t alone in this forest, they soon became fearful. Fearful creatures always tasted the best, you had come to learn.
They were fat and plump, with a delectable taste. Your servant had mentioned that he would fatten them up for you. You had sighed with contentment after every meal, feeling fit to burst after just one of those talkative balls of fluff ended up in your hungry stomach. But you wanted more. You NEEDED more.
Sadly, you were now down to the last one of this batch. The one who called himself Cotton, a Smarty Friend, a leader. Well, at this point he was the leader of nothing. You had decimated his herd, his family, leaving nothing left. Everything had been taken from him except his life.
Now, as you crept towards him on your eight powerful legs, you looked upon his face when he finally caught sight of you. He freaked. He pleaded with you not to hurt him, pleaded for his daddy to save him, pleaded for his mommy to save him.
Oh this was too precious.
Excrement spewed from his back end as he screamed and screamed. You opened your maw, watching as he fearfully peered inside, getting a glimpse of what was soon to come.
Eternity.
