Hope you enjoy my new original story! If you’re too tired to read, I made a video where I read it for you! Yay!
I wrote it mostly because people requested some context for the recent piece I made, so shout out to @mario1992 and @EchoBro for inspiring me to do this!
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Honestly, this is probably the most effort I put into sound design ever. I sat there for hours, just editing. So I really hope you enjoy ;w;
Wub you! 
Nixy UwU
The night was dark and unwelcoming. Wind already started to pick up, as the clouds covered the sky with a thick, gray blanket. First tiny droplets fell towards the ground, where a small family of fluffies resided, shivering in the cold. A daddeh, a mummah and their three surviving foals - all persisted through the thick bushes. As they were brushing against them, little tufts of their dense fur remained on the sharper branches, leaving a mark of their existence behind.
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chirp Daddeh… Babbeh am scawed - peeped one of the babies, huddled close to its siblings on their mummah’s back.
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Nu wowwies, babbeh. Fwuffies am cwose nao. Zenith saw housie dis bwight time sumwhewe hewe - Zenith’s eyes scanned the area as the family finally came out of the foliage.
And there it was - a small birch hut with a porch, nestled in the middle of the woods, surrounded by a patchy, wooden fence. In the corner of a frontyard stood make-shift hide drying racks, clearly hand-made by a supposed person who lived there. No light shined through the windows, making it seem abandoned at first glance. Embedded in the mix of grass, dirt and sand there were clear tire tracks that lead from the entrance to a spot next to the hut.
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Zenith, ou tink a hoomin wives dewe? - asked mummah, her coat tan and mane colored like raspberries.
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Yus, Bewwy. A nice wady. Zenith saw de nice wady wen find housie. Dewe was a fwuffy wib de nice wady.
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Su… Whewe am de nice wady?
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Nu knu. Maybe hab sweepy time? - he shook his head. - Wet’s gu. Fwuffies wiww sweep undew de woof befowe sky wawa fawws mowe.
So they trotted through a gap in the fence and climbed up the tiny staircase leading onto the porch. There was a bench there with a couple of soft pillows on it, but it was too high for them to jump on top of it. Zenith, being the tallest of the bunch, reared up on his back hooves and supported himself with his front legs against the seat, then used his teeth to pull down one of the pillows, then the other. After that, with Berry’s help, they brought the cussions close together to make a nice bed for them to sleep on. Berry lied down first, letting the babies slide off her back safely onto the soft material. Zenith looked around to make sure they were alone, and then cuddled up with his family. They exchanged little coos as they rubbed each others’ snouts for a goodnight, and then closed their eyes in a slumber. They looked like a furry collage of blue, tan, purple, yellow and green fluff.
It all seemed so peaceful. More raindrops fell, creating a soothing noise as they tapped against the rooftop and a metal gutter, making it sound like a lullaby. Even a hooting owl in the distance didn’t seem that scary, like it usually is.
A sudden rumble broke that serenity. Fluffies sprang up on their hooves, their eyes shooting through the drakness. They saw two lights gliding behind some trees and getting closer to their new safe place. The creatures quickly cowered behind some plant pots on the other side of the porch, clumsily dragging their babies along. Zenith carefully looked up from their hiding spot. Through the gate drove a minivan and stopped next to the hut, where the tracks stopped as well. The lights went off. The door opened. They could hear slow footsteps and yawning from behind the car. Finally, the person revealed herself.
- Dat am de nice wady! - Zenith whispered to his special friend.
When the woman climbed up the stairs, daddeh peeked from between the pots.
- … Hewwo? Nice wa…
She screamed aloud and pulled out a gun out of reflex from her sheath, pointing it straight at the fluffy. As soon as she realised it wasn’t a threat at all, she phewed and put the pistol back in its place.
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Holy fuck, you scared me! - she wiped her wet hair away from her face. - What are you doing here?
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S-sowwy, nice wady. Fwuffies wewe scawed of de sky wawa an’… An’ come hewe - Zenith explained.
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Fluffies…? So there’s more of you?
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Onwy Zenith, Bewwy an’ babbehs. Fwuffies am cowd… Can fwuffies stay hewe?
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Sure, I mean… - she hesitated and glanced at her door. - Not inside the house, but you can stay on the porch for the night. Just don’t poop here, ok? If you really need to go, do it outside.
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Zenith pwomise! - his ears perked up, excited.
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Bewwy pwomise too! Wiww cwean babbeh poopies, too! - exclaimed the mare, revealing herself from behind the pots.
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Alright. I’ll see you… Later.
The woman shut the door behind her, and it was safe again. Fluffies relaxed a little from the tension they felt throughout this entire interaction and made it back on the pillows they left on the floor. Now they could sleep in peace… or so they thought.
When Zenith woke up at early dusk, he was alone on the pillows. He could only hear tiny droplets dripping from the roof, but it was completely silent otherwise. No chirping. No snoring. Nothing. His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, when suddenly he noticed something - the door to the hut was slightly opened. It was very dark inside. He stood up quietly and sneaked up to the door. His senses sharpened. For a moment he thought he couldn’t hear anything still, however there was a faint whimper coming from somewhere in the house.
- B-Bewwy? Ou hewe? - he squeaked quietly, but there was no answer.
Drenching cold fear flooded his entire body, but he couldn’t be a coward now. He could clearly smell his family there. They can’t stay there without him, it’s too dangerous. So he eventually slipped through the crack, making the door creak as it opened more. Zenith put his nose to work and followed the closest family member he could sense. Step after step on a noisy floor, he made it through a hallway and turned left. Another open door. There was clearly someone here, he could smell it - but why didn’t they make a sound? His eyes focused as he entered the room and all of a sudden, after few steps in, he felt something wet and sticky under his hoof. He looked down and his stomache sunk. It was blood. An entire pool of blood. His lungs and heart picked up the pace, pumping his tiny fluffy body with adrenaline. It didn’t end there - the blood left a trail leading to a severed limb on the floor. A front, purple leg that he immediately recognised. That’s his baby. Quick panicked jump forward led him to another body part, and another. Finally, he found the head, neatly propped up on a needle, sticking up from a crack between planks of the floor.
- Babbeh!!! - he squealed and broke down in tears, as his bowels released a stinky squirt of feces.
He couldn’t take the sight anymore, so he ran out of the room straight to another one on the other side of the hallway. What he saw there upon opening his soaked eyes was even worse. There was the rest of his offspring, both of them hanging on their own intestines from a chandelier like Christmas decorations. Zenith panted and choked on his mucus, then immediately ran towards the exit. Before leaving, he collapsed on the floor, crying.
- Why… Why babbehs… Babbehs wewe onwy wittwe babbehs…
Then he heard a whimper again. It came from downstairs, behind yet another open door - this time to a basement. An audible gulp came from his throat.
- Come on, Zenith… Zenith am big fwuffy… - he peeped to himself while bumping his head against a wall. - Maybe dat am Bewwy? Bewwy nee’ Zenith nao!
After letting out a big exhale and forcing his legs to move, he made it to the first steps down, all the while trying to forget what he just saw. There was hope - his special friend waiting for him. He needs to save her before it’s too late. He could hear buzzing from light bulbs, and the whimpering became louder with every step he took. Upon finally making it down there, he saw Berry - she was tied up to a pipe and shaking uncrontrollably.
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Bewwy! - Zenith shouted.
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Zenith…? Zenith! Pwease sabe Bewwy! Whewe am babbehs?
The blue fluffy rushed towards his mate and sunk his weak teeth in the rope holding her. It wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard he tried, but he wouldn’t back down either. As he was struggling, an ominous laugh startled him from behind.
- Oh you poor little shitrats… You thought you could use my porch for free like that? Yeeaah, I didn’t think so.
Zenith reared back to face their oppressor. She only smirked and pulled out the same gun from before, clicking the lock.
- Say goodbye to Berry! - she chimed cheerfully and shot the tied up fluffy dead.
The entire basement reverberated with the loud bang, almost turning Zenith deaf. His ears were ringing, and his fluff was now covered in Berry’s blood. He couldn’t even move from the shock. As he stood there frozen, the woman approached him with a filthy grin on her face, and shoved her weapon into his mouth. He whimpered quietly while looking straight into her eyes. His expression asked a lot of questions that the villain didn’t even care to answer.
- Awww, look at you and how pathetic you are… Don’t worry. You’ll join your stupid family in just a second…
Thank you for the critique!
