Recap-
Everyone knows of the ruins Cleveland left behind after the Skettie Land super theme park blew sky high leveling several blocks and damaging the structure of the rest of the city. Now the fluffies roam the wreckage with the stray animals and wildlife, grass and trees breaking through the concrete and asphalt streets retaking the land. The only humans here were the homeless and the scrappers who slowly stripped the damaged building for anything they could sell for cash. This being illegal meant the additional danger of shoot-outs and turf wars between rival groups over a resource rich building.
Just on the outskirts of Cleveland it was maintenance day for the grinder traps, gears needed grease, propane tanks replaced and the shit piles accumulating under the trap’s conveyor belts needed to be hosed away. Jake had everyone out there today, with seventeen traps circling the city it was going to be a long day but it was their biggest contract with FluffCo. Earl was pissed off when he found one of his traps had been hit by the scrappers and had left for the city to make life miserable for them in return.
Part 2-
Big Rosie ran her herd with an iron hoof, the pink and purple maned mare was massive compared to other fluffies, add to the fact she was heavily pregnant made her even bigger. Sitting on her throne, an old bean bag chair, she barked out orders to her subjects sun-drying food for the coming winter. Big Rosie’s herd was the biggest in Cleveland, running the territory of a former farmers market before the fall. With all the fresh heirloom produce going to seed and becoming a vast field of plentiful food.
-Soon mummah Wosie need mowe nummies NAO! Tummy babbehs need bestes’ nummies an miwkies!- She shrieked after the last bite of her apple.
Three fresh picked apples were delivered in moments, presented by three hungry looking poopie fluffies. They were tolerated so long as they worked and ate the scraps and poopies of the rest and taking so much as a nibble with out permission was dealt with harshly. So when the last apple had the tiniest bite in it before Rosie could she bellowed for the toughies.
-Screeeeeeeeeeeeee! Poopie nummed Wosie’s nummies! Gif wostest sowwy hoofies NAO!-
The offending poopie was the smallest and youngest and was quickly dragged back to Rosie’s nest by three tuffies, thrown down and his head pressed into the grass.
-Poopie nu mean to! Pwease nu owwies! Piece bweak off an poopie axdentwy num-owwies!-
A hoof smashed down across his face knocking a tooth out and Rosie gave a wicked smile.
-Poopies num poopies an twashies onwy! Poopies nu desewb bestes nummies! Sowwy hoofies!- She ordered.
With his head pinned to the ground by one tuffy the other two gave out the punishment beating their hooves into his soft frail body and didn’t stop till he coughed up the bite and some blood. With his crime laid bare for all to see he was mad to drag himself back to the poopie’s little corner of the market.
-Bwing Wosie new nummy! Wan speshaw fwend to bwing it!-
Bluesky was, by everyone’s opinion, the prettiest stallion in the herd, a beautiful shade of sky blue with a rainbow mane with matching wings. Every mare in the herd wanted him as their special friend but he was Rosie’s and he was miserable for it. She was mean to him and only wanted him for pretty babies and wasn’t allowed to have any other mares no matter how bad his no-nos hurt, not even the poopie pillows. He carefully carried Rosie’s demanded offering by the stem and gently placed it down in arms reach and she grabbed it up, gobbling it down greedily.
By mid afternoon the routine of caring for Rosie fell to a blue and green maned pegasus by her side catering to her every whim. He was Rosie’s former mate but not her first, his no-no’s had been bitten off by her when she birthed the third litter of all poopie babbehs calling him a poopie makew after killing the last litter. But she kept in enslaved as punishment showing off her new special friend, Bluesky, just to taunt him more. Suddenly the herd was on high alert, the tuffies had caught a small group of fluffies stealing nummies from one of the gardens and caught two of them bringing them back to Rosie’s nest. The yellow and blue earthy stallions looked battered and bruised from all the sorry hoofies they got and now looked up at a devilishly angry Rosie.
-Nummy thieves twy an steaw Smawty’s nummies! Buh ou dummehs nu escape Wosie! Nummy thieves fwends wun way wiff nummies! Noa ou am gunna be bestest nummies fow da poopies! Den ou be bestest nummies fow Wosie an miwkies fow tummeh babbehs!-
As soon as she announced this dozens of dirty, scrawny half starved looking poopie colored fluffies surrounded them. It was when they saw the large faded sign on a pole over Rosie’s head did they get what she meant. It was a simplified flow chart of the flow of food being eaten, pooped out and used too fertilize the next generation of food. The poopies were thrilled at the prospect of food that wasn’t poopies no matter what it was and they stared them down with hungry eyes.
-Nu pwease! Fwuffy nu am nummies!- Pleaded the yellow fluffy.
-NU! Ou AM nummies. Wed nummies. Da onwy othew nummies poopies an munstahs can have!- Shouted a ravenous looking brown alicorn. -Fwuffy am both! Gonna num ou an make ou poopies fow nummy twees!-
Rosie didn’t see who did it but she felt her bean bag nest start to roll over, dropping her hard onto the ground and the bag was rolled over her leaving her in the dark screaming.
-Screeeee! Git soon mummah Wosie out NAO!- Her shrieks muffled under the bag. -SreeeEEEEEE!! Biggest pppooooopies! Too ssooonnnrreEEEEEE! Tummy Babbehs nu weady!-
Her instincts were right and so was the pain, a mare can feel when labor would start within days of popping and she hadn’t felt that feeling yet. Her special place hurt far worse than when it was time for the foals to come out and as the bean bag chair was rolled off her she felt the first one slide out. The herd was in a panic now, many running to hide from Rosie’s wrath, the other mothers rushing in to help with the birth. It was longer and more painful than she had ever endure before but after far too many forevers the last of seven total finally fell out and not a peep or cheep could be heard from any. Even after being lick clean by the other mares and presented to Rosie’s teat, not a one moved, they hadn’t even developed their peach fuzz layer of fluff to know what color they were supposed to be. Just little pink globs of flesh growing colder by the second only matched by Rosie’s growing fiery rage.
-Who da dummy wesponsabew fow dis?! WHO!?- Shrieking at the tuffies.
-M-m-mowe nummy thieves came an push nestie ova. D-den they w-w-wun away.- Stammered a nervous looking blue tuffy.
-Den we find dem an gif foweva sweepies. Swowee.- She said coldly slowly standing up on shaky legs.
fueled by blood-lust she wobbled to the back of her nest and sniffed at the ground, getting little more than boogers down her throat.
-(Cough! SNRK! Snort! Hack… Tuffies! Sniff fow nummy thieves and find den nao!- She spat out a glob of snot. -Aww tuffies fowwow Wosie! Gonna gif wostest foweva sweepies to nummy thieves!-
Leaf, a green and yellow maned earthy was Rosie’s biggest tuffy, almost as big as Rosie herself, took the lead. He sniffed the ground getting a good strong whiff of the intruding fluffies and marched off almost twenty strong with Rosie right behind trailing blood and after birth behind her but determined to keep up. They followed the scent stopping often to let Rosie rest and they lost the scent for awhile around a tall set of buildings where they could hear some angry humans yelling at each other. The scent lead them directly to the center of the human camp where they could see two men standing around a campfire. One in a blue stocking cap and red jacket the other in a green hat with ear-flaps and an orange jacket, they were both holding crowbars.
“Look the lid was still on so they didn’t shit IN the cobbler! Just give me five minutes to hose it off and were good!”
“It’s not about the fucking cobbler, Stanforde! Ken’s dead because YOU thought it was a good idea to rip off that psycho! Oh, he won’t know anything, he wont find us. Look what the fuck happened!”
“How the hell was I supposed to know he’d show up a day later?! Or have… What ever those things were!”
“They were just fucking fluffies!”
“Like hell they were! One of 'em killed Kenneth! With tele-fucking-kinetic rocks!”
-Dummeh hoomans teww Weaf wewe am nummy thieves awe ow git owwies!- Leaf demanded standing at the edge of the camp.
The men stopped arguing and looked at the small herd of tuffies and in unison they thew their crowbars at the them. The first hit Leaf right across the face hook end first, the handle end hitting another tuffy in the head as well caving both in. The second harpooned one through the back as the hook end hooked a fluffy around the neck when he fell over and was slowly dragged off as the herd fled. Left behind to die he was finished off when Stanforde went to reclaim his crowbar, hooking him through the throat when he picked it up and gave it a good shake. The herd of tuffies ran back the way they came with Rosie still trailing behind but doing a better job at keeping up this time. By dumb luck when they stopped to catch their breaths they caught the scent of the nummy thieves and now Rosie wanted to take the lead. It was getting dark soon but the scent was strong and as the sun set they found it, the nummy thieves nesting grounds, they watched from afar as the herd started to settle in for the night. After a short rest by Rosie the sun was almost under the horizon and they attacked, rushing the straggling stallions before they could settle into their nests for the night. The first unlucky soul was a pink stallion who was blindsided by Rosie, knocking him down and stomping his forelegs snapping them easily. His pained shrieks gave little warning to the rest of the herd as the invading tuffies ran in crippling the stallions and dragging the mares from the nests. One tuffy came rolling backwards out of a tire tunnel and a large red and white maned earthy stepped out kicking the invader in the face crushing his snout.
-Smawty! Big Wosie am hewe!- Shouted Big Red when he spotted her.
Out from under a jungle gym castle Pumpkin running at full charge right at Rosie who was a whole head taller than him. She swatted him aside with a strong right hook then finished the pink stallion she was already brutalizing.
-Ou am da smawty dat make Wosie woose tummeh babbehs?! Who take Wosie’s nummies!? Wosie gon make ou feew Wosie’s heawt hewties!-
-Ou am meanie gweedy fwuffy! Nu desewb babbehs ow hewd. Smawty gon teach bad dwuffy a wesson.-
Pumpkin got to his hooves spitting out a glob of blood and a tooth then lunged at her again tackling her that started a shoving match and Pumpkin was quickly loosing ground. Big Red was trying to break free from three other tuffies trying to take him down and get to his smarty’s side but a fourth joined in dragging him down. Rosie, making a devious move suddenly stepped back and let Pumpkin trip and fall on his face and stomped one of his back legs snapping bone through skin.
-Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!-
-Now Wosie gon teach ou owwies.-
Biting down on Pumpkin’s mane she dragged him back to the doorway of the wooden castle tower where his family hid. A terrified yellow and pink maned mare cowered inside with several juvenile foals trying to hide behind her.
-(huff huff)… Wosie woose babbehs, Dummeh smawty woose babbehs.- She declared through gritted teeth.
Grabbing the mare by the mane she dragged her out as she made the typical pleas for life and mercy for herself and her foals. She got her head slammed into the side of the tower doorway over and over bursting an eye on the last hit and she dropped clutching her empty socket screaming and bleeding. Now Rosie made her way into the nest but was stopped short when Pumpkin bit down on her tail fluff trying to pull her back. Standing back up on his remaining legs, Pumpkin gnashed hos teeth and tried to pull but got mule kicked in the jaw knocking him down again but he had Rosie’s attention now. Before he could try to get up again she brought her full weight down on his front leg then snorted at him, turned around, lifted her tail and started to shit on him. Imagine her surprise when halfway through it Pumpkin decided to bite down on one of her milk swollen udders. At first she tried to run from the pain but just dragged Pumpkin with her she stopped after a few feet and kicked him some more until he finally let go. Spitting out blood, another tooth and some milk, his head spun too much to try and get up again and was forced to watch Rosie approach his nest again. In the nest standing defiantly while the rest cowered was an orange and green maned unicorn colt staring up at Rosie, she could tell this was the bestest babbeh.
-Meanie mawe gu way ow babbeh gif wostest spawky owwies!- Shouted the colt letting a few sparks fly from his horn.
She couldn’t help but let a small sinister smirk spread across her face then swatted to tiny colt into the wall breaking his horn. Taking his head in her mouth she looked behind her at Pumpkin, smiling wickedly with the foal dangling between her teeth and started shaking her head. It didn’t take long for the body to separate from the head and the foal’s carcass flew off landing just in front of Pumpkin’s horrified face. Spitting the head out at the crying mare she raised a hoof ready to crush the rest when two of her tuffies came running up each dragging a plastic grocery bag full of food.
-Smawty! Smawty! We find stowen nummies an mowe!- One shouted.
-Too many othew fwuffies! We woosing, need to wun way now!-
Looking over at the small war going on she saw that her side was indeed starting to loose to their numbers and with a frustrated grunt she quickly stomped the last six foals. She yelled for her remaining tuffies to run back home taking a second to shit in the nest before running off back to her territory. On the way she was so proud of herself and happy to get her nummies back and her revenge to boot and dispite her soreness she practically danced her way home singing about what she’d do once home.
-Gunna eat nummeesss, gunna get speshaw huggies fwum speshaw fwennnnd. Gunna make pwettiest babbehs, den do it againnnn!-
But there was no hero’s welcome home from loyal and adoring subjects, instead she found devastation. Blood, guts and bodies everywhere, the nummy piles found and wrecked and many of the nummy plants burning and a large grey vroom munstah pulling away pulling a trailer full of parts. She ran to the nearest fluffy she could find alive, a yellow mare with all her leggies ripped off and shoved up his own poopie place.
-What happen hewe?! Who did dis!? We’we am speshaw fwend!?- She screamed into the half dead fluffy.
-O-Ow-owwies… too many… owwies. W-weggies… Whewe am… weggies?-
Rosie swatted him across the face but in such a fragile state the stallion seemed to die on impact, he slumped over but managed to shit out one of his limbs. Then she saw it near her burning shit covered bean bag throne, a severed rainbow feathered pegasus wing and a trail of blood leading to a pile of burning fluffies.