This is my entry for Crossover Episode, April 2024 Theme Event
Art was done by @AmbitiousLeather8309 praise be
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Tomie sat by the creek with the rest of her herd, not much attention being paid to her for the moment. The young mare, white fur with a black tail and mane, a regal little horn, simply stared at the water. It wasn’t deep enough to be any danger and only came up to their hooves. Lazily watching the water trickle past, she lifted her head to find that most of the other fluffs had moved on. All except their smarty leader, Bootsy. A big red & blue stallion with a neat little pair of wings. Everyone listened to him and for all appearances, he was a fair and dedicated leader.
“Hewwo Tomeh.” Bootsy walked up to her with a swish of his tail, giving a daring smile. Glancing to him out the corner of her eye, Tomie gave a smile of her own.
“Wan num…” She tried to get the words out before she pressed up and nuzzled against his neck. Gave her cheek a little lick. The mare had her spine go rigid with surprise.
“Tomeh, yew am hab speciaw fwend. Bootsy am be speciaw fwend tu…” Again, he was a good leader but clearly not as good as people might think.
“Nu? Nu wan two speciaw fwends.” Backing away a bit, it was clear that Tomie was attempting to remove himself from the situation. Turning toward the creek and swishing her tail, her intent was made incredibly clear. No matter what a good leader he, he wasn’t going to refuse this offering. Mounting the mare, she looked incredibly bored as he did his business.
“Gud feews! GUUUDDD FEEWS! BESTEST FEEWS! ENF ENF!” His loud shouting over how great it was would draw the rest of the herd back over, none of them looking particularly surprised except for a blue & yellow stallion named Mako. Seeing his supposed ‘special friend’ currently engaged in coitus with their leader was definitely an unwelcome surprise. He puffed his cheeks out.
“Tomeh! Yew am MAKO’S speciaw fwend!” Charging forward, Bootsy immediately pulled away from the mare and looked ashamed of himself. Giving a puff of breath, Tomie didn’t so much as give Mako the time of day. Instead she turned back toward the creek and flicked an ear impatiently.
“Shu’up, dummeh Mako.” Was all she said, the stallion boiling over with anger. He’d shared ALL his nummies with her while the only thing she ever did was stand around and complain. Gave her the bestest nesties while half the time she made him sleep outside of it shivering on the cold ground.
“Yew am da’ bigges meanie, Tomeh! Mako HAE’CHU!” Running toward the mare, he sent a hoof out at her. Glancing at him just as the hoof connected with her side, the mare gave a squeal of surprise. Skidding down the muddy creek bank, she went tumbling down into the water. Normally it wouldn’t have been a big issue but as luck would have it, her neck had snapped against a flat stone jutting out of the water. The mare’s head was turned around at an impossible angle, betrayed eyes staring out at her herd standing at the bank. Mako began to shake.
“N-Nu…nu mean tu….hewd, Mako nu mean to gib wowstest huwties!” He looked to the pleadingly. Even to Bootsy who had been the one fucking her moments earlier. Looking down to Tomie’s body catch up against the rocks, water gently washing over her hooves, he shook his head.
“Am otay Mako. Tomeh am wowstest dummeh meanie.” Whether he really thought this or wanted the herd to forgive him for stealing someone else’s special friend was anyone’s guess. The fluffies muttered among one another before finally moving on.
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A few months later, Mako had separated from that herd. Though none of the other fluffs had said so, they’d started to treat him differently. It was impossible to find a new special friend when they’d all just watched him murder his previous one. Well, he’d found a new group to join in and they welcomed him openly. After all he was a hard worker, found all sorts of nummies, didn’t complain too much. Not only did he find himself a place within the group, he even had his own special friend. Her name was Lily, a soft pink & purple mare who already had tummy babbehs. Every day he went out looking for more nummies and materials for their shared nest and he was happy.
Happy until she showed up. Seemingly out of nowhere, a white mare with a silky black mane and tail would show up to the little clearing where the herd had decided to settle down.
“N-Nu…wha…?” Mako couldn’t help but know it was her. Tomie. She was fowebba-sweepies though. The herd had even checked on her the next day just to make sure. Tomie had been in the creek with soggy leaves clinging to her fur, bugs already feasting on her. Even without hearing her name though, he was sure this had to be her.
“Hewwo nyu fwend! Dis am Gwavy’s hewd!” Announced the smarty leading them all, a big mono-colored stallion. Tomie gave a bat of her eyelashes, a demure turn of her head.
“Am Tomeh. Wiww hewd be nyu fwends?”
They were her new friends. No, the stallions were. When she entered the group, every single one of the males in the clearing immediately became attracted to her. Drawn in like flies to honey. Mares watched as their special friends left their sides and went to dote on Tomie instead. The best materials in the place were used to construct a nest befitting royalty instead of a random stranger in out of nowhere. Fresh berries, mushroom, pretty flowers, and bits of tasty looking trash was brought in as fast as the stallions could find it. They plied for her attention. Practically begged.
“Hewe, bestest Tomeh! Bwing nummies!” An excited orange & blue stallion exclaimed, attempting to shove a half-eaten cheeseburger into her face.
“Shu’up! Tomeh wan Bwinky!” Interjected a green and grey unicorn, growling a bit and doing an impressive dance in an attempt to curry Tomie’s favor.
The mare stared at them. Eyes seeming to gaze right past them. A pressure had been building in the air, an almost physical presence that exerted itself on the stallions. Their minds felt confused and lost. Even when they weren’t looking at her, their thoughts returned to Tomie. It was impossible to escape, but the mare didn’t return their attention. All she did was gobble up their nummies. It was like everything they did didn’t matter.
Even when she got up to use the bathroom, they followed after her. A line of fluffies who followed in a neat formation right behind, fanning out in a circle around the mare as she piddled on the ground. She hadn’t actually said much to them all day. Finally, they all heard the voice they longed for:
“Aw ob yew am bigges’ dummehs. Tomeh hae’chu! Aw ob yew hab WITTEW nu-nu sticks! Nu mawe am wan!” She smiled, a brilliant projection of her pure haughty spite seeming to slap out against gathered males. They began angrily speaking to one another.
“Dis mawe am Gwavy’s! Gib BIGGES’ nu-nu stick!” The smarty leader stomped out toward her, nostrils flaring.
“Bestest feews ‘fo meanie mawe!” Blinky announced, already beginning to hump against the air in his excitement.
Mako watched as the group of stallions approached her. He wanted to tell them that something wasn’t right! She was some kind of MUNSTAH that had been fowebba sweepies! Yet that heady, dreamy feeling was in the air. It made his think-place feel light.
“Tomeh nu wan enfies wif yew. Teehee…yew am wowstest hewd.” Just to send them into even more of a frenzy, the mare turned her back to them and shook her rump around.
This caused them to erupt in a frenzy. Jumping against one another, the stallions all fought to get a place on the mare. Tomie was dragged down, forcefully entered by one stallion after another. Most didn’t even get a chance to be in for long: They would start biting one another and giving each other hoofsies until they broke contact with a squeal so the next one in the group could get a chance.
That wasn’t it though. Being so intimately close to the mare and for this extended period of a time made them all think bad things. Things the normally gentle herd would never even imagine. They wanted to hurt her. The ‘why’ wasn’t even a concept. It was a drive. A need more primal and demanding than even enfing or eating.
“Dummehs…” Tomie whispered out as a hoof fell down on her chest. They began biting at her pretty ears. Gravy slammed down on her horn and snapped it right off her head with a fragile snapping sound, and the gang began assaulting her with such force that blood rushed down her legs. Hooves scrabbling at the soil, body twisting, they would all have their turn. Her booboo wawa ebbed out against the ground in a bubbling puddle, eyes half-lidded and fixed in death yet still as judgmental as they had been in life.
The stallions didn’t even talk about it. They couldn’t. Their eyes had a haunted, distant expression. What had they done? Tomie had been here for less than a day yet all of them bar Mako had just been involved in giving her the wowstest enfies of all. Each walked as if a zombie-like trance away from the shattered corpse, dragging bloodied hooves along with a staggered shamble.
Mako finally wandered out from the hiding place he’d been in. The strange energy in the air had finally dispersed and now all that was left was the corpse of Tomie. Even if she was a munstah and had fowebba sweepies (again), she was perhaps the prettiest mare he’d ever seen still.
“Tomeh am be nummies.” He needed to be assured that the mare would NEVER come back again. You know what never came back? Food. It was turned into poopies. Bending down to the horribly battered body, he sank his teeth into her fur and peeled away a chunk of it. He could feed his special friend lots of good nummies to make sure their tummy babbehs had the bestest. There was no need to tell Lily what it was: There would be food and a reassurance that the munstah wouldn’t be back again.
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Lily had really swollen up with babbehs by this point. All day long she sat in her nest humming little songs and eating whatever Mako brought her. The horrifying events the males of the herd had gone through were never brought up again. After stripping most of Tomie’s body of flesh, even her bones were dragged away by some animal or another.
Thoughts of Tomie kept crossing his mind. What if she showed up again? That was impossible though. She was poopies. Once you ate something, it became poopies forever. That’s just how the world was. He relaxed. There was no way she wasn’t fowebba sweepies now. Once he was sure of it and that she hadn’t come back for a long while, he fell into a comfortable life once more.
“B-Babbehs am soon, speciaw fwend.” Lily told the stallion, and he’d give a proud look to her. They were going to be the bestest babies ever! He was sure of it. Mako busied himself with getting everything he (thought) should would need. Nummies? Check. He’d found all kinds of tasty roots, berries, and nuts. Pretty flowers? Also check. Mares liked pretty things, maybe it would help her give birth better. Collecting all kinds of soft grass, he’d place it all around under the spot where he thought the babbehs would end up being.
“Owwies! Speciaw fwend, hab wowstest tummeh huwties!” A lot of time had passed since she’d declared that the babbehs would be coming soon. Mako stood by in anticipation, giving a big smile. Being a parent was the biggest accomplishment a feral could hope for, wasn’t it?
“Eeee! Owwies! OWWIES OWWIES HUWTIES! BIGGES’ POOOOPIES!” Lily screeched out, voiding her bowls and giving birth at the same time. Luckily the poopies would shoot away from the nest and the foals would land safely on the grass he’d set up to make sure they were comfortable. Before he even got a good look at them, their mummah turned to give them wicky-cweanies. There was peeping and cheeping, making him have the biggest heart happies. Sometimes a mummah would have foals and they would all have sleepies, never moving at all. Their babbehs were safe and healthy!
“Daddeh Mako wan see babbehs tu.” He impatiently nosed in to try and get a good look. Lily gave a tired giggle and moved away a bit so that he would be able to see. The sight made his mouth hang agape, a trickle of scaredy pee-pees running against the ground.
Those weren’t his babbehs. They couldn’t be. Those were…they were munstahs! Each of them had soft white fur still glistening with their mummah’s saliva and silky black manes and tails. Manes and tails didn’t even usually develop so early. They might be the size of chirpies, but they sure didn’t look like it. In fact? Their see-places were open. That most definitely wasn’t common for any newborn foal. There were six foals in all, and their eyes which shouldn’t even be open focused on him. That same haughty, judgmental look Tomie always had. Accusatory though all the babbehs could do was cheep and peep. No no no! These weren’t his foals! This WASN’T RIGHT!
“Dey am munstahs! Munstah babbehs!” Mako watched in horror as identical horned heads didn’t even fight for a place at her teats. Instead they sank down with a perfectly uniform cooperation and took turns, looking at him out the corner of their eyes.
“DEY AM BOOTIFEW BABBEHS!” Lily yelled at him, causing fellow members of the herd to wander over. They inspected the babies, even the stallions. Didn’t they remember? Didn’t they remember what they did!? What these babbehs looked like!?
“Dese nu am munstah babbehs.” Gravy said gruffly, knocking at Mako with a kick. He didn’t want to argue. Instead he wanted to run far, far away from him. Collecting himself off the ground, Mako broke off in a run.
“Wun weggies, wun! Munstah! Dewe at munstah Tomeh!” He got outside of the general area and to the place where they usually went potty. Tripping over something on the ground, Mako once more went sprawling to the ground for the second time that day. Reeling with owwies, he looked over to what was on the ground. At first he couldn’t really make sense of it. A rock maybe? it was pointy and white.
What he thought was a rock began wiggling around back and fourth. The soil under it pooled over, broke apart. What had tripped him suddenly made more sense as it lifted up out of the ground: It was a partially buried horn. The owner of the horn would make itself known too. Tomie. Full-sized this time. He knew her from the dark black mane, even if it was covered in clots of dirt and patches of grass. Her eyes leveled up, peering at him over the mound of earth like a crocodile peering just up over the water. That was right. This was the place where she’d been given the wowstest huwties from all the other stallions. A hoof popped out from the ground, wrenching around.
“Nu…nu…Tomeh! Mako sowwy! SU SOWWY! NEBA MEAN TU GIB FOWEBBA SWEEPIES!” It was hard to get up but he forced himself to. He needed to get away. No matter what, he had to run as fast as he could. Turning away from the mare rising up like a plant ripping it’s roots from the ground, he began moving his hooves more than he ever had before. He didn’t want to look back and see if she was chasing him. It was too scary. It was far too much for his simple little brain to take. Screeching the entire time, his lungs and hooves felt like they were on fire by the time he finally slowed down.
Mako finally found himself in the city that the previous herd had lived on the outskirts of. Maybe here he’d be safe. Even munstahs wouldn’t be able to find him among so many humans and other fluffies, right?
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Mako’s life in the city wasn’t very glorious. Most of it was spent in one alley or another, scrounging up food and living behind trashcans. He sorely missed the herd and Lily. There was no way he could go back though. They may not see it, but whatever Tomie was, was…bad. It was an impossible thing for him to put in words.
“Su hungwy.” Licking and tearing at the old cheese on a burger wrapper, his tummy gave a grumble. There wasn’t much food at all here compared to be in the tree place. It was the hungriest he’d ever felt: There weren’t even any yummy grassies to chew on. Musing on what he’d do next, there was a moment where something strange crept over him. A feeling that had become familiar lately. It was as if the air grew thicker around him, like the oxygen was syrupy. A feeling of dread made his fur stand up. No. No no no. It couldn’t be. For a moment he was ready to bolt out the entrance of the alley yet something stopped him: A silhouette. Looming over the entrance of the filthy enclosed area was a shadow. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t do anything except hide. Sinking into a pile of garbage, he peered over the edge and had tremblies so bad that his teeth clicked together.
It was Tomie. What else could it be? He couldn’t entirely see her pretty face but it didn’t matter, he knew. Poopies plopped out behind him as he hooves clicked along the grimy paving stones of the alley. The mare was taking her time, back half swaying with each deliberate step.
“M-Mako a-a-am…” He was trying to get out an apology as she fully got up to him. The sight before him was enough to punch the breath right out of his lungs. She had two faces. One was normal and beautiful, the other was twisted and horrible. It grew right out the side of her head, an abominable visage that sent panic through all of his muscles. This was more than having fowebba sweepies and coming back. This was a real munstah. One that, if other fluffies saw it, they would understand too.
“Am Tomeh pwetty?” She asked, advancing on him, Mako scrabbled further into the garbage pile, kicking rotten chunks of food everywhere. He didn’t want to answer.
“Am Tomeh pweettyyy?” The mare asked again, hot breath hitting the fur on his neck. Peeking out one eye to see her just inches away from his face, he could no longer take it. Eyes rolling back to their whites, Mako pitched over as he lost consciousness.
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When Mako woke up he found that he was no longer in the alleyway. Instead, he was in a shelter with the sounds of many other fluffies all around him. In a single-occupant enclosure, it was clear that the shelter was completely stuffed to capacity. The area he was in was completely filled with poopies. There were smears of it on the walls, hoof-prints on the tough glass they could look out of. There was no kibble filling the food bowl, and the water dish was stained brown. Even the thin little bed allotted to their shelter fluffs had been torn to shreds.
“Nu…nuuuuuuuu!” Mako understand why the former occupant may have destroyed everything in here. That feeling was in the air. It was intense, so powerful that his think-place couldn’t manage to muster up much more. Tomie. Tomie was all around him. He couldn’t see her, but the mare’s presence was so crushing that it was as if his bones were being ground under the mysterious force.
“Nee’ out! ‘NEE OUT!” Ramming against the glass in the enclosure and attempting to free himself, it was impossible. There were many other thumps and pleads to be freed all around the shelter. From the stallions, at least. And they wanted out for different reasons than he did.
“Jesus Christ, what in the fuck is going on!?” A shelter worker asked, wheeling a cart down the corridor where the cages were stored. One of his coworkers gave a quick shrug, began opening up different enclosures and flinging fluffies down onto the cart.
“Don’t know, man. Shit’s getting weird around here. The stallions are freaking out and those mares…you think Hasbio went nuts with a cloning machine?” There was genuine concern in his voice. These events were indeed quite strange.
Enclosures were opened and fluffies were flung down into the cart before finally Mako was scooped up. He found himself dropped down into a maelstrom of fluffy bodies all biting and kicking at one another.
“Tomeh am Jojo’s!” Cried a grey and red mutt, battering at the side of a green fluffy’s head until he squealed and ran with blood.
“Nu! Am Bawwy’s! EEEEEE!” The fluffy calling himself Jojo found his testicles seized upon by an orange stallion who wrenched back and fourth. Bustling down the corridor, the shelter workers flung open a backroom door.
“We’re running out of sedatives and more just keep pouring in. They won’t calm the fuck down, just start giving them a bit of medicine and dump ‘em. Fuck it, we got no other option unless you want to start smackin’ em with a hammer.” The gruffer of the two shelter workers stated with a voice somewhat filled with panic. This was the closest an emergency a shelter could have. They legitimately wouldn’t stop arriving. Glancing down to the cart filled with stallions, the second of the workers grabbed down with gloved hands and took up the most docile looking of the fluffs. That happened to be Mako. He wasn’t biting or fighting. Mostly he was just shaking in pure fear.
“Sorry, dude. We’re fresh out of options.” The worker told him in an apologetic tone. A needle sank into Mako’s neck, the fluffy twisting about in pain and surprise.
“W-Wha?” He asked in a bleary tone as he found himself brought over to a large trashcan. The lid was flipped open, the stallion staring down to the contents within. It was nothing but Tomie. The entirety of the trashcan seemed to be the mare exclusively. Stuffed hoof to hoof, ear to ear. None of them had closed eyes despite being given sedatives. They were fowebba sweepies, though only Mako knew how little that meant. Tomie stared at him, a sea of accusatory eyes that judged him for what he’d done.
“N-Nu! NUUUUU! Dat am munstah! Nu weab Mako with munstahs! EEEEEE! NUUUUUUUU!” The worker had too much shit to do though than listen to this little idiot scream for mercy. Mako felt his body, now going limp with the sedatives pumped into him, flop down into the pile of cooling meat. That trashcan was full now and the lid was closed down, being wheeled aside.
Weeping in the darkness, he wanted everything to end. This was horrible. It was the worst. He’d never meant to hurt Tomie. He’d just…felt something. Like a nudge to do it. It was the wowstest thing ever. Mako was a good fluffy though. He’d never really mean to do something so bad.
That didn’t matter though. In the darkness he heard many whispers, just low enough to be heard by him alone:
‘Am Tomeh pwetty?’
