Please note this story has lots of different view points.
You are Kaycee, a volunteer for Fluffy Rescuers United
It's a sunny afternoon, and you are taking your daily route to look for orphaned, abandoned or abused Fluffies. You check off the Mall area and the Rivet Park area. Only King's Alley and Brooke River Harbour to go. You're just driving past King's Alley and you hear some chirping and meeping. You get out of the van and look under a dustbin. There is a herd of fluffies, two stallions, five mares and a smarty. There are no foals yet, but there is a dam. You decide to ask the Smarty what has happened. "Hey little Smarty, what happened?" you coo. The smarty looks up at you and gasps. "Pwease nu huwt Smawty! Juss wan pwoteck hewd!" it sobs. "Don't worry Smarty, I have a place where you can get sketties and yum-yumd!" you tell them. The smarty trusts you and yells for the ferals to get up. "C'mown fwuffs! Hoomin ha' yum-yum an' sketties!" They jump into your van and you drive off to the rescue centre.
You are GrassTail, the Smarty of your herd
You just realised if you follow hoomin, you get sketties. You know she is nice and she earned the herd's twust. But you can't help being cuwious wid the hoomin and you want to have some fwun-fwun. "Scoo meh hoomin, buh ih Sketties wid sows?" you ask. But then the human gives you and the herd a tin of sketties. You decide to punish the naughty mare who did a back end dropping on your miwkies. You bound up to her, hoping she doesn't know what she's in for. "Scoos meh, Dink-Di, pwease open can fow Smawty? Oo is smawtess and noo magih!" You persuade her. She agrees. "Geh weady tu die, Dummeh Can!" Dinki-Di roars. Actually it is more of a Squeak then actual roar. She charges at the can and bweakies her hown. "AAAAAAAAAAAH! Hown bwoke and gave biggess owwies!" She wails. You can't help squealing in laughter at her pathetic effort.
You are Tom McMarnam, the boss of Fluffy United
You are relaxing in your chair when you hear that girl Kaycee coming in. She's your niece and you love her to bits. Except you don't love dirty little bugs, those ferals. What you like are the still-smart-but-unfortunately-abandoned ponies. You sigh as your niece comes in. "Sooo... Uncle I brought in some abandoned fluffies in King's Alley." she pants. "And there was a wild dog chasing me!" You shake your head laughing. Your niece is so funny. You observe the herd, picking out a dam. She seems healthy and by the looks of that swelling, about 4 foals at most. You turn to Kaycee. "Good job Case, you can go home now." She nods and kisses you goodnight. You blush. It is night time and you're going to bring them to your farm in the country which is about 40 Kilometres away. That night you hear squealing sounds and strange noises. You stumble downstairs, to find the dam and stallions mating. "Enf! Enf! Enf!" the stallion is grunting. The other stallion (who Kaycee pointed out had brain damage) had it's turn but it was to dumb to make the proper noises. Instead it grunted. "Erp! Erp! Erp! Errrrreup!" the Dam is giggling and squealing. "Wan mowe! Mowe! Wan spesha huggies!" she cries out.
Ok guys that's the end of part one. The next Part may contain mild to high violence. Comment on what you think!