Sunshine blinds your eyes, as you wince and turn away. It’s early in the morning for fluffies, and nobody else is awake. At least, not that you can see. Standing up, you creep away from the fluff pile and enjoy the beautiful weather.
You are the son of a smarty in a feral herd. Your mother always called you the bestest babbeh, and you don’t know why. Honestly, you thought you were a bit… bland. Orange fluff, steel grey mane, light blue eyes, nothing was special. No wings, no horn, the only thing about you was that your fluff was the same color as your father’s. But your sister was a different story.
Sandy yellow fluff with a blue mane, her eyes were green like an ocean. Not that you knew what an ocean was, it just seemed like the right word. She had both wings and a horn, yet everyone called her a monster. If anything, she would probably be a better candidate as a bestest babbeh. Speaking of her, she’s not in the fluff pile. She isn’t allowed to sleep there anyway. Scanning the herd, you find her nestled into white fluff.
Cotton. The previous smarty of the herd. And yet now she’s been reduced to a sad, legless mare. With light grey fluff and a white mane, she stood out very easily. It’s sad. She was an amazing leader from what you heard. No prejudice, everyone got food, but your bastard of a father took it all away because he couldn’t stand being put in his place. He tore her legs and wings off, and all of her foals were killed in the process, except one. But for now, he can wait. If anyone sees your sister and Cotton, they’re not going to be happy.
You trot over silently and nudge Cotton awake. Her eyes slowly blink open and dart around as if looking for a threat. Her eyes rest on you, and she relaxes. She gives you a warm smile.
“Hewwo babbeh. Am yu otay?” You nod and smile back. she turns to your sister, she shuffles a bit, but you take care of it and nudge her awake. Her eyes open, and she yawns. She looks at you, drowsy.
“Hewwo bwuddah… am tiwed. Nu mowe sweepies?” You chuckle a bit.
“Sorry, but you better get up. Herd won’t be happy if they find you two together.” She whines a bit and gets up. You notice Cotton staring at something. Turning around, you see her sleeping foal. Despite his mother accepting you and your sister, knowing that you aren’t responsible for her suffering, her foal hates you. Cotton tries to make him accept you, but he refuses.
He’s not a brat. He’s just a poor child that has to suffer alongside his mother just for being related, and it makes him distant. You turn back to Cotton.
“You hungry at all? I can go snatch some food before they wake up.” She snaps out of her staring and looks back.
“Nu. Am otay. Am babbeh otay?” She turns to your sister. Her eyes brighten a bit. She nods, and her stomach growls. She gives a sheepish grin.
“Hee hee… sowwy. Nu haf nummies wast bwite time.” She’s used to going hungry, so she’s become a bit numb to it. It’s worrying, but you’re happy she’s able to live like this.
“Go grab some food. I’ll make sure Cotton’s alright.” She nods hungrily and darts off, grabbing a few things from the pile. She wolfs them down, hungrily, and you sit and bathe in the sunlight. Might as well use the relaxation time before your pain in the ass herd wakes up. Your eyes flick over to one fluffy in particular.
Bigby. The weirdest fluffy you’ve ever seen. His fluff is green, and his mane is black. He’s a unicorn, but the normal fluffy characteristics stop there. His eyes have a wild, spiraling pattern. Those piercing yellow eyes made you feel terrified. And his teeth were dangerously sharp, definitely could tear a fluffy’s leg off. He’s kept his eye on you and the other foals, and it worried you.
But for now, you rest. It probably won’t hurt to sleep a bit. You did wake up early. You close your eyes and fade from consciousness.
“BABBEH!? NUUUUHUHUHU!” The first thing you wake up to is sheer fucking panic. Jumping from your spot, you dash over to see what the commotion is. Your eyes widen and your stomach lurches. A foal is lying on the ground, dead. The upper half of its body has been chewed and torn off and is still pooling blood. But the worst part is Bigby, standing near the mother, with a look of sympathy. But you see clumps of fluff, barely visibly, and blood on his lips.
“Why does he have blood on his mouth?” Deciding to put him on the spot, the mother swirls around and stares at him.
“B-Big-bi was fitin babbeh nummin munstah! Big-bi gif munstah bities.” He holds his head up high in pride, but obviously, nobody can see through the lie. You creep away, and you contemplate. Seashell will be hiding most of the day, and Cotton can’t do much. Your only hope is… ugh. Internally sighing, you walk over to the fluffy away from the rest. Cotton’s foal.
He always was a bit of an oddity. When he was angry, his horn sizzled and smoke would come off the tip. And as you approach, he glances at you, and his horn starts smoking. Great start.
“Look. I’m going to cut to the chase. We need to put our differences aside. We need to wor-”
“Nu wan tawkies. Wai yu tink fwuffy twust yu? Yu am munstah smawty’s bestest babbeh.”
Great. Barely three seconds in and he’s already telling you to go away. You walk closer.
“You and I both aren’t as stupid as the rest. You can tell Bigby ate that foal, right?” He’s silent. Jackpot. You continue, savoring this chance. “If someone doesn’t stop him, he’ll eat every foal. And when he’s done with that, he has to eat fluffies. And who do you think he’ll go for first?” Realization and horror flicker in his eyes.
You turn over to Cotton, who is sleeping. “…Mummah haf nu weggies. Mummah nu can wun way if fwuffy nummew num mummah.” He understands clearly now. He decides to look at you now.
“Wha’ fwuffy wan du.” He grumbles. You smile, finally, you got through to this little pain in the ass.
“Well, I don’t have much of a plan. But what we can do is stay close to the foals. Try and catch him in the act.” He looks at you with an expression of… admiration? You’re about to ask why when he answers.
“Fwuffy tout yu was gun’ wun way an wet fwuffy num aww babbehs. May-be yu nu bad wike daddeh.” You laugh a bit. He seems a bit more warmed up to you now.
Most of the day is spent mourning the poor foal that met its end at the points of teeth. Of course, nobody knows that it was Bigby’s teeth except for you two, but even your power as the bestest doesn’t extend that far. You sit and watch the herd from afar.
“Bestest babbeh! Cum tu mummah!” You briefly consider jumping into the nearest body of water you can find to escape the godawful creature that is your mother. Honestly, Cotton was more of a mother figure than she ever was. Dandelion. A runaway brat who got told she couldn’t have babies, so now you existed in this miserable nest that acted as San Franciso. Suppressing a tantrum, you trot over to your mother.
“Bestest babbeh dwink miwkies!” Now, of course, most people would think that she’s stupid for running away. But she for some reason still thinks you need to drink milk even though a few days ago you began to eat solids. You take a deep breath and answer.
“I do not need milk. I have been eating solid foods for days.” She still doesn’t seem to get it. No wonder her owner didn’t come looking for her. A fistful of gravel and woodchips can probably solve a math problem faster.
“Bu’ bestest babbeh nee’ mowe miwkies tu gwow big an stwong!” You swear you can feel the blood rapidly clotting in your brain. Regaining your senses, you answer.
“I have already grown big and strong. I do not need milk.” She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. You turn back to walk away, but then you hear the quiet ‘huuuuuuu’ coming from her mouth. Oh god fucking dammit.
“Huuu… heawt huwties… pwease gif huggies bestest babbeh!” Your eye twitches. This has gone on every single damn day. She wants you to have milk. You don’t need milk. She cries her eyes out. You add a new idea to how you plan to crush her windpipe.
“Go to dad for your hugs. I have more important things to do right now.” She sniffles and sobs louder. Then you hear a very deep, disgusting breath.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! HEAWT HUWTIES! HUUUUUUUUHUHUHU!” That’s it. You’re finding any source of water and hurling yourself in in the next five minutes. Luckily, the herd tackles her into a pile of hugs, not wanting to make their smarty angry. You trot off, sitting next to Cotton who was watching on in mild amusement.
“Babbeh nu wan miwkies?” She says in a slightly mocking tone.
“Oh shut up.” A smile creeps onto your face. You see Cotton’s foal watching you two, away from the pile of fluffies. He hesitates, then walks over to you two. He sits down.
Cotton is wide-eyed. “Babbehs am fwends nao?” He looks at you. He smiles and nods at her. The rest of the herd will be occupied for a while, Dandelion’s tantrums could last for an entire day at times. As you hear her inhale her snot and cry (which was an incredibly uncomfortable experience), you drift off to sleep, as the moon rises. At least, you were. Your sister comes out of hiding and is about to walk over to Cotton until she sees you two. She doesn’t ask and forms a fluff pile with you all. It’s comfortable, so you all sleep.
You can tell that you are currently dreaming, as you feel nothing but cold air ruffling your fluff. Then, the ground takes form. The world falls into place, atom by atom. The scene is not normal. A fake pond is set up, filled with water of course, and an old decrepit fluffy is on the other side. He speaks, but you can’t hear anything except for running water. Your vision moves, and you can tell whoever’s body you’re in is nodding.
Suddenly, a crashing weight comes down on your back. Pinning you to the ground, your left eyelid is forced open. You can already feel tears soaking your fluff, as your hooves uselessly bat at your attacker. A human is grinning, and another one comes up. He jams his fingers into your eye sockets, and the pain is agonizing. You feel your throat rumble as you scream in pain, then the human begins to slowly pull.
Your throat burns from the yelling. Eventually, your eye is torn out. You get a moment to breathe, as the crushing grip is lifted. Blood mixes in with the tears streaming down your face, and the whole world goes black and white. Your body winces, as you suspect a human yelled. Crouching down, you began to lap at the water, sobbing as the blood and tears mixed in with it. You turn back to the humans, and all they do is smile as for the first time, you hear something. Metal grinding on metal.
Springing up, your heart beats as you look around. Everyone else is asleep. It was just a nightmare. Then your stomach churns. Drunkenly stumbling away, you vomit away from the herd. Breathing in the cool night air, you collapse on your side.
The dream was so vivid. It felt so real. You even had trouble seeing out of your left eye. The grass dances back and forth, and you lie down for a bit to get a grasp on reality again. Stumbling up, you begin to trot back to the herd. But as you look closer, a fluffy is staring directly at you. Teal fluff, and a black mane. Vicious red eyes that held nothing but malice, peering into your soul. You stare at each other for a bit, and he grins. A disgusting smile. But he disappears into thin air.
Great. Insanity. For all you know, all of this is just a dream too. Quickening your pace, you return to the nest and quietly snuggle back into the fluff pile.
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