Nestor controlled the Build-a-Bitz swarm to begin carving out an ideal play place for what he had in mind. The swarm, acting under his own mental instruction hauled stones, twigs and grass like a very driven swarm of tiny round ants as Nestor looked down at his creation.
He carved a near perfect three-foot radial circle in the sand, the upper part of which was cut off by the small portion of pond it intersected with and the left portion of which contained the box-of-foals itself.
Near the lower right portion of the circle a portion of the swarm shallowed out a small hole in the spot where the sand began to turn to dirt for a toilet.
The other portion of the swarm hollowed out the partially rotten log leaving a pile of wood shavings just outside of the log and creating a very basic fluffy apartment in the log.
Finally, he had the swarm carry and small stones into a pile in the dead center of the circle that he crowned with a flat piece of slate and etch out another distinct line in the sand a foot further out from the first line that was marked with Xâs crossing through the line.
To drive the point home, Nestor had the swarm assist him in creating a very shitty âspike wallâ made of twigs and threaded grass. He secretly hoped that was obvious enough for these idiots, but smirked to himself as he thought more about it.
His âfluffy villageâ finally build, he sent the swarm back to its cylinder to hide while he walked over to the large plastic habitat.
Nestor reached down an began to take the plastic walls out of some the cells, opening the box up into a much more open concept space while keeping the milk dispensers in their places. The brown foal winced at the sound of its wall being moved, curling deeper into a shuddering ball.
Once the walls were removed, the chirpies started to blindly wiggle their way across the plastic floor, creating gross little trails of brown as they dragged their soiled bellies across the floor. The three talkie fluffies simply looked on in confusion.
As he finally finished his setup, he laid the plastic walls to the side and dusted his hands on his coat, before looking down to address the fluffies in the box.
âHello Fluffies!â
âHewwo widdwe mistah! Be nyu daddeh! Gib babbeh toysies an wub!â
âNu! Nu be daddeh to ugwy babbehs! Be bestestsâ nyu daddeh!â
âH-hewwoâŚâ
The chirpies all peeped at the sound of his voice, although from distress or excitement he could hardly tell. Except the brown one, its quiet âhuu-huuingâ in the background was very clearly distress, and a fair bit of pain.
âHmm.â Nestor hummed as he feigned consideration for a moment.
âYâknow what, yes, Iâll be the new daddy for all of you! And Iâll give you toys and love and sketties and everything!â
The talkie foals lost their tiny minds at that, even the brown one chanced a half-opened eye toward him as the other clapped their hooves and looked up toward him with a hungry joy in their eyes.
âIf you win the game!â
The foals immediately paused in their celebration, as though struck by the fact that there could be a condition on everything he just said. The orange one, a filly by the looks of it, puffed her cheeks at him and shouted back at him.
âBabbeh nu wan pway gamesies, Babbeh wan sketties!â
âI donât recall giving you the option not to play with me. Besides, good fluffies follow the ru-â
âNU WAN PWAY, WAN SKETTIES!â âSketties! Babbeh wan sketties! Can hab sketties nao?!â âPeep⌠Sketâies?â
Within mere moments the other foals had started a demanding squeal for sketties that had even gotten the chirpies riled up.
Nestor considered trying to impress upon them the importance of following the rules, but after a moments consideration he realized a more fun way to do it.
He leaned down and picked up the alicorn foal from the box, shaking him gently to make sure he had left any pee or poo in the box with the other chirpies, before placing him down in his hand.
âListen carefully.â Nestor commanded, staring the foal in the eye as he did. âThere are lots of monsters in these woodsâŚâ
âM-m-munstahs!â
âOh yes, monsters. And they do terrible things to little fluffy foals like you and them. But, lucky for you, I know human magic to keep the monsters away! Would you like to know how it works?â
The puke colored alicorn looked him in the eye with a terrified look and nodded fervently. Nestor moved him down closer to the ground and pointed to the circle.
âYou see that circle? Everything inside of that circle is safe from the monsters, monsters wonât hurt you there.â
âYou see the other circle, the one with the Xâs. That is the border of my powers, its more dangerous to be between the two, but it should still be safe. Mostly.â
He tapped the stone in the middle of the circle. âSometimes, Iâll ask for something from you fluffies. If you put what I want on the stone, good things will happen, if you donât, bad things will happen. I may add more rules later, but thatâs all for now.â
Nestor raised an eyebrow at the alicorn foal.
âYou understand?â
âYus⌠tink suâŚâ
âGood. Cause now, youâll have to explain that to them.â He replied, pointing over at the loudly whining box.
The alicorn cast him a nervous glance and tried to say something, but Nestor simply placed him down just beside the box and strode over to loosen a detachable exterior panel and let the fluffies out. He looked back to the alicorn with a malicious grin.