This is my first attempt at a story, still fine tuning the fluffyspeak, feel free to leave any tips for future improvement in the comments. Thanks!
You never really gave much of a shit about fluffies. Sure they were a large ecological and corporate situation back when you were a kid, but the little fuckers never seemed to cause more trouble than mild inconvenience and annoyance. You’d enjoy thundercunting a mare into an alley while walking down the street now and then as a kid, maybe drop kicking a foal while its mother broke down over losing its “bestest babbeh,” as a douchy teen, but it was never a hobby of yours. Some of those guys who have fun with doing that can be really fucked up honestly, but it’s a fluffy so who gives a shit.
That was, until you found a small family living in the alley not far from your apartment. You were walking home from work when a small silver and black foal waddled up to you and shouted as loud as its little body could. “PWEASE MISTAH HEWP FWUFFIES! MUMMEH AND BABBEHS NEE’ HEWP! MUMMEH NU HAF NUMMIES IN FOWEVAHS! MUMMEH GOTS WOTS OF BABBEHS AND NU HAF ENUF MIWKIES FO’ BABBEHS! SMAWTIE-BABBEH FIN’ GUD MISTAH TU SABE FWUFFIES!” You practically had an aneurism at the sound of the little bastard yelling, it was surprisingly loud for being so small. You shake your head and look at the little creature. It wasn’t terribly large but it didn’t seem to be starving, despite logic saying to leave the poor thing to its inevitable fate, you decided to humor the creature.
“Alright little fella, take me to your “mummeh” and I will try to help as best as I can.” You shake your head, expecting to find the standard scene of one obese little shitrat, one or two thin but healthy ones, and a handful of poor little bastards who were just born the wrong color. As the foal leads you to it’s nest, you are unsurprisingly correct. A cream and blue colored mare with a fat looking unicorn of the same colors as her, a rather thin and weak looking pink pegasus, the thin but healthy smartie, and two barely alive earthies covered in feces and piss. “Alright, I have a friend who can take care of you all.”
The mare perks up and waddles over, showing off the fat one that was obviously her favorite. “Gud mistah sabe mummeh and bestest babbeh! Smawtie babbeh so smawt fo’ bwingin’ gud mistah to sabe gud babbehs!” She seemed ecstatic and you rolled your eyes, grabbing a small box from the pile where the nest was, starting with the foals that were clinging to life in literal shit. “Gud mistah nu sabe poopie babbehs, poopie babbehs and dummeh babbehs bad babbehs, dey desewb fowebah sweepies fo’ tawkin’ miwkies fwom gud babbehs.” You shake your head at this statement and sigh, picking up the smartie and the pink one.
“Listen, I can save all of your babies, from bestest to poopiest. They can all have a good life. Now be a good mother, grab your bestest baby, and lets go.” You thought your statement was going to make sense to even the most indolent minded fluffy, but alas, the mother had a fit.
“NU SABE POOPIE BABBEHS AND DUMMEH BABBEH! ONWY SABE GUD BABBEHS DAT GET AWW DA MIWKIES! DUMMEH HOOMIN! DUMMEH MISTAH! IF DUMMEH MISTAH TAWKES POOPIE BABBEHS, DEN MAMMAH NU GU WIT!” The mare gives you a pompous look, thinking you wouldn’t dare turn down a fluffy and baby who were the “bestest” in her eyes.
“Okay fine, you and your “bestest babbeh” can stay out and die from the cold or whatever, your choice.” The mare’s eyes widen and the outburst really begins.
“NUUU DUMMEH HOOMIN! BAD HOOMIN! NU WEAVE MUMMAH AND BESTEST BABBEH IN DA COLD! MUMMAH GIB SOWWY HOOFSIES TU MAWKE MISTAH SOWWY FO’ NU TAWKIN’ MUMMAH!” The mare charges at you, but you casually step back, hold out your foot and sweep the little shit off its feet, sending it tumbling across the ground. “HUUUUUUUU MUNSTAH MISTAH GIB WOWSTEST HUWTIES!” The mother rolls around, kicking and screaming all while the “bestest” foal chirps and waddles its fat body over to its mother, only to be kicked square in the face in the theatrics, the little foal lay in a pool of growing blood and gore as it dies spasming from the shock of a hoof to the head.
“Jeus christ you stupid bitch, you just killed your fucking child. Your favorite one at that, the fucks wrong with you?” The smartie watches in horror as it sees its mother kill its sibling.
“DUMMEH MUMMAH! YU KIWW BESTEST SISTAH CUZ MUMMAH WAN HUWT MISTAH FOR SABIN AWW MUMMAH’S FWUFFIES! WOWSTEST MUMMAH EBAH! MUNSTAH MUMMAH! GUD MISTAH NYU DADDEH FOR AWW MUNSTAH MUMMAH’S FWUFFIES!”
“NUUU!! AM GUD MUMMAH! AM BESTEST MUMMAH! MUNSTAH MISTAH KIWW BABBEH! NOT MUMMAH! BABBEHS WUB MUMMEH! MUMMAH WUB BABBEHS!” shes bawling like mad now, her favorite dead and her smartie vocally hating her, her dim little mind unable to comprehend the sudden change in her life. “W….W….W……wan……wan……WAN DIIIIIEEEEE!!” The mother repeats the phrase over and over again. Usually fluffies could tolerate more than that, but this one just seemed to be mentally weaker than average.
You sigh softly and gesture for the foals to look away as you set the box down and grab the mother and quickly snap her neck, her cries gurgling away as you sigh. “Man, I tried to save you all. Im sorry little fellers, your ma is sleeping forever now.”
“Mammah go fowebah sweepies cuz mummah dummeh. Mummeh twy huwt nyu daddeh cuz mummah munstah.”
“Yeah, come on guys, lets get yall to the vet, he will take care of your weak siblings.” You say as you pull your phone out of your pocket, walking out of the alley holding the box of foals in the other hand. “Hey doc, yeah its me, from the college, yeah. Say I got a partial litter of foals that I found, mother went BMS and during a tantrum killed her bestest, sent her into a death spiral so I put her down. Two of the foals are pretty well toast, but I think you may have a shot at saving the other one. Bring em straight in? Thanks doc, just didn’t feel right leavin em to die.” You take a left and walk halfway across town, winding up at the local fluffy vet. You knew the vet personally, so you walk in the back, seeing the fluffies that were being processed for delivery to the local college for experimentation. The little ones seem nervous as they hear the crying and noises of other members of their kind, you however, glanced at the latest stock that would be finding its way into your research groups.
“So, whats got you here, saving fluffs all of a sudden? Thought you didn’t give two shits about em?”
“Ah well this little smartie tracked me down, and surprisingly, he wasn’t a little asshole about it, figured id help him out. His siblings though could use some help. They arent doing so hot.” As you both take a look, its obvious that the two earthies were dead, they just didn’t have any strength left to give, but the pink one, it seems to be alive.
“T-tummeh…. Huwties…. wan miwkies…” it said softly, barely lifting its head up.
The vet picks it up and gives it a wipe down and a gentle cleaning with a rag. “Here, ill put her in with this mare who just lost her foals, she should accept her.” The vet opens one of the cages and sets the pink foal in. The two men and the silver foal watch as the mare moves from the back of the cage and smiffs the pink foal.
The mare sniffs it a few more times before loudly declaring, “YUCKY STINKWY BABBEH! GIB WOWSTEST SOWWY HOOFSIES FO’ BEIN’ SUUUU YUCKY!”
“Doc! Get her out of there!” You exclaim as the vet tries to open the cage door, but by the time he grabs the little foal, the mare snapped its spine and the poor thing slowly gasps and dies. “Fuckin christ doc! You said she’d accept her.” You say at a shout, not realizing the silver foal watched the entire thing. The poor little guys mind worked harder than ever before, realizing that all you did was try to help only for your attempts to be foiled by the unpleasant nature of his species.
“Daddeh? Wy uddah fwuffies su bad? Wy uddah fwuffies munstahs? Shuwd Smawty be munstah tuu? Smawty feew su angwy, heawt huwties su bad! Su angwy at munstah mummahs, wan gib munstah mummahs wowstest huwties and fowebah sweepies. Smawty wan becum’ munstah tu mak munstah mummahs huwties wike sibwings!” the vet was about to say something but you both stopped and listened to the last living foal of the deceased mare exclaim his hatred for his own species.
After a moment of silence, the doctor sighs, “Well, she wasn’t producing any foals of value, we should definitely record what happens, its not every day we get to see an otherwise rare noble smartie turn into a monster due to the actions of its own kind. I know youre not big on abuse, but we should see what he’s willing to see done to another one of his kind. He has the makings of a perfect little psycho.
“Honestly doc, after seeing what that bitch did after all this work to get them here, prep the fuckin room, lets give that little guy what he wants.”