What if I told you that a key part of Slushie lore is that a certain Greek wilderness goddess took pity on feral Fluffies and decided to fuck with humanity because of their hubris in creating an artificial species?
What if a certain virgin Fluffy got cursed with the gift of instantaneous healing because the gods thought it was funny as fuck watching humans freak out over this one unkillable alicorn? (Slushie definitely didn’t have that crescent moon marking before she got cursed.)
Getting pillowed still hurts like a bitch, but after the 57th attempt Slushie got bored with it.
(I had an intense Greek Mythology phase during 2020, ok?)
I like the concept, but it is about to become a Mary Sue, a representation of the author who can do anything, but to be honest I am not the one to criticize.