He sat there, watching his new masters bicker among themselves. He stroked his magnificent moustache, contemplating what he should do. There must be some way to cheer them up? Perhaps a moustache rub? No, Fat Marester had no moustache. Perhaps this was why she was upset? Though Ugly Master also did not have a ‘stache, and yet he was perfectly happy until Fat Marester began yelling.

Arf arf arf, arf arf! he chided himself. If only he took Fluttershy’s Equestrian Arts class seriously! He felt like a fool, and now his new family was paying for it.

“That’s it!” Fat Marester screamed, causing Pumpkin (the skinny, Ugly Master had taken to calling him that) to worry that she would cause a lung to collapse. “I am going to Rarity’s right now and get our daughter back!”

“But that means losing Pumpkin!” the skinny, Ugly Master rushed over and hugged him, causing Walrus’ heart to flutter as he lifted a flipper and hugged Master back.

“Arf arf,” he muttered. He was able to bring joy to one of his Masters, and it was a start.

The Fat Marester began yelling once more. Why was she so angry? Walrus once again began thinking to himself. It was then an idea came to him.

Arf arf! Arf arf arf, arf arf arf arf! he thought, stroking his moustache in delight. It was so genius it just had to work! Picking himself up, he trudged over to Fat Marester.

“W-what are you doing?” Though he did not understand what she said, he heard the slight tremor in her voice. Clearly she knew what he was going to do, and the anticipation was beginning to make her knees weak.

“Arf,” he whispered, taking his moustache and gently rubbing it upon her nose.

“S-stop that!” Fat Marester screamed, her nose twitching as she tried to get away from Walrus.

Arf arf he thought with determination, using one of his flippers to hold her in place as he continued to tickle her nose with his moustache. Soon she would submit. Nopony could resist the ‘stache. The ‘stache was life. It was happiness.

It was at this point he began Phase Two. His moustache began wrapping around Fat Marester, entangling her limbs and body. They began softly massaging her body, rubbing themselves against her, eliciting a soft moan from Fat Marester.

“S-stop...this…” she murmured, though she had long ago stopped fighting. She began feeling a need for the ‘stache. It was as if the ‘stache was taking over her mind. And indeed it was.

Slowly and meticulously the powers of the ‘stache seeped in through Fat Marester’s body. They traveled through her arteries and veins, making their way to her brain. The powers of the ‘stache seeped their will unto Fat Marester, spreading pro ‘stache propaganda throughout her brain.

Comb it, you know you want to.

Cover yourself in it, like a caterpillar covering itself into a cocoon.

The ‘stache is love. The ‘stache is life.

“O-oooh yeeeessss,” Fat Marester gargled, saliva spilling from her mouth as she began running a hoof through the moustache. “S-such...magnificence! S-such...beauty,” she mumbled, nuzzling the ‘stache as it gently massaged her body.

Though he did not speak Equestrian, Walrus understood, just by the tone of her voice. She had submitted to the ‘stache. He let her go, allowing her to catch her breath. “D-don’t stop! Not now!” she whined, earning a chuckle from Walrus.

“Arf,” he muttered as his moustache wrapped around her body once again, causing her to coo like a child.

“We’re never getting rid of you, New Pumpkin,” she sighed in content, allowing herself to fall asleep in the ‘stache’s embrace.

“This is great! Right, Pumpkin?” Ugly Master asked, earning a smile from Walrus.

“Arf,” Walrus said with a smile. Ugly Master submitted to the ‘stache, as did Fat Marester. Now there was only the boy.

“Ooooh, Spike! Your tongue feels soooooo good!” Pound Cake muttered, cuddling into his bed as his imagination ran wild. He ran a wet cloth against his cheeks, imagining it to be Spike’s tongue.

“Oh, Pound! You taste like muffins!” Pound said, trying his best to sound like Spike. He blushed at his own compliment, imagining Spike looking at him lustfully.

“Oh, Spike. I want you to take me, now!” Pound screamed as he wrapped his hooves around his imaginary lover.

It was at that moment the door sprang open, causing Pound to scream as he jumped into the air.

“I swear it’s not what it looks like!” he shouted, covering himself with his blanket. He looked over his blanket, and saw Walrus, who was staring at him intently.

“Oh, h-hey…” he trailed off, trying to remember what his dad named him. “Oh, right! Pumpkin,” Pound muttered, watching the blue walrus slowly trudge towards him. “S-so, what do you…” he paused, unable to tear his eyes away from Pumpkin’s fat belly shuddering against the floor, the wrinkled skin collecting dust as it went along. Well, that’s one way to clean my room, I guess, Pound thought to himself. He was torn away from his musings as a low rumbling emanated from Pumpkin’s mouth, as if he was speaking to him.

“Aaaarrrrrf,” he muttered as his moustache began floating, as if by magic. “Aaaaaaaaarrrrrf!” he said, louder than before, as his moustache began floating towards Pound.

“W-what the heck is going on?!” Pound Cake screamed as he jumped off his bed, attempting to get away from the magic ‘stache.

“AAAARRRRRF!” Walrus bellowed as his moustache engulfed Pound Cake.

“Help meee!” he screamed as the moustache covered every inch of his body. The moustache cradled him as sleep began to overcome him, a strange chant echoing through his mind.

The ‘stache is love. The ‘stache is life.

Author's Notes:

This story really can't find it's focus. First Scootaloo is the main character, now the walrus might be the main character. Who knows :/