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For a friend who’s having a rough day.
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Awesome post by the by.
As far as fighting sock monsters go, she was doing surprisingly well. A swipe to the face of the one in front of her, and her front hooves were free. An attempt at the one to her left, and her first hind leg was free. The problem wasn’t getting them back. It was keeping them back. Before she could even glance at the last one holding her, her front legs were covered to their first joint again. And when she finally got her other hind leg free, her first hind leg was trapped again. These things would not let up!
She had an idea. She twisted her head back so the scissor blade lightly touched her mark, keeping an eye on her hind leg. A sock went up her leg… a quarter of the way… half way… three quarters… NOW! She made a swift slash to try and catch all of them off guard. They were supposed to be close enough to get caught entirely off guard and pull back fully. Supposed to be.
She made a break for it, only to stumble. One still held her right rear hoof, apparently having held back when it saw what she was doing. Are these things sentient? She grabbed the half of a scissor she had in her hoof, and swiped at it. That was her big mistake. She went for the one that was back in front of her, only for her hoof to get pulled under her, making her fall and cut her cheek when she landed on her makeshift weapon. She looked, and her hoof was lassoed by another monster.
She tried to pull her hoof free from it, only to realize her other three were trapped as before. She went for the blade, but it was gone, taken by one of the monsters. She looked at her body, and saw her tail getting devoured. She felt them wrapping her mane, and she knew it was over. “HEEEEE- MMMPH!” The one on her mane pulled it close enough to her mouth that it was able to wrap her muzzle without any indication.
The one that caught her front legs had them entirely covered, and went to work on covering her chest. As it got close, it led her legs in front of her body, forcing them into crossing on her chest, before melding the socks into one skintight cloth, leaving her in a makeshift straightjacket. The two on her hind legs melded, leaving her hind legs pressed together, with her tail getting lightly pulled before that sock melded with them, causing a perpetual and distracting tug. The one on her mane and muzzle left her with only her eyes uncovered. At this point, all she could do was wait for whatever was about to happen.