A New Adventure - Part 5
By TheFloofer
Published Dec 2020 on FluffyCommunity
While I was in the shower and eating lunch, I thought a bit about how I might make a simple door for them to keep predators out but kept second guessing myself on how I might make it both secure and usable by a fluffy. I looked out my kitchen window at the woods and shook my head at the idea of heading back out so soon. “I’ll give them some more time to get their shit together. I’ll play some video games for a few hours.”
Meanwhile Outside
Eventually, the still limping blue smarty had somehow restored order. The fluffy toughies and human toughie went off to find food, and finally all the mares and babies had finished taking turns making good poopies at the poopy spot outside the nest like he had taught them to do each morning. One by one they backed up to the edge of a small ledge, scrunched their little faces, grunted, and projectile pooped over the edge. It was the best way to make the nest not smell poopy. It had also been a lot of work getting flufflies to push the bad poopies out of the nest. He even had to give one fluffy a sorry hoofsy! But he wanted it to smell pretty for his special friend and soon babies. She was in the nest now and might give birth at any moment.
His soon babies is what he had stated as his excuse to stay near the nest today when he sent the most able bodied of the herd off to forage, but the real reason was that his legs still hurt too much to walk good. He felt bad about not going and worried about them, but besides, he was a smarty and smarties could take some time off sometimes, right? Especially, ones that had such good toughies as he did.
And one of his toughies was a human! Ever since he was a little baby, all the humans he met were meanies who only gave hurties to good fluffies. But this human was so nice and well behaved! He had thought that maybe his sorry hoof and intimidation tactics had trained the human, but when the human saved smarty and his soon to be family he thought it might be more than that. The human was a hero and when he joined their fluff pile, he made it the best fluff pile ever!
Sitting guard outside the nest entrance, with the nice warm sun and breeze on his fluff, thinking about how good his herd was and listening to the sound of his special friend humming a soon mummah song inside the nest made his little heart burst with pride and excitement. “Will be bestest smarty for bestest herwd.” He grinned from ear to ear.
Then he heard some distant noises that sounded like fluffies. He shouted. “Herwd back wi nummies, alweady?” He did have the best herd after all. He wiggled with excitement, but as the sounds grew closer something wasn’t right. “What fwuffy am thewe?” The noise grew louder until more than a dozen wandering fluffs came into view and formed a half circle around the front of his nest. He only felt a little afraid until he realized that maybe they were lost and needed a good smarty to lead them!
“Hi fwuffies! Am smawty! Wan join bestest hewrd?” He shouted excitedly.
A laugh came from his left. “You smawty?” He turned. “Wherwe hewrd den?” The voice demanded. “Smawty smell mawres but no see?” He turned and a big orange fluffy calling himself a smarty was stomping towards him.
“Bestest herwd getting nummies but be bawk soon.” The blue smarties eyes darted toward the safe place entrance then away. Only his special friend was in there and he didn’t want them to know she was. But how dare this other fluffy call himself a smarty!
“Dis am smawty wand nao!” The orange fluff declared as he made for the nest entrance.
Enraged the blue smarty fought through the pain in his legs and stood up to block the entrance. “No! Gu away!” He yelled with his chest and cheeks fluff puffed out. “Dis alweady smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
“Nu, dis is smawty wand!”
Four other fluffies closed in around the pair and the smarty-off ended with the blue one growing quiet as he realized these four were toughies. More than a dozen angry looking flufflies stared at him. He was scared but couldn’t give up. He puffed up his cheeks until it hurt.
“AAAAA!” Screamed a filly. A group of blue’s fluffy heard had just returned with nummies from the forest. It was Red, Red’s special friend, their last filly, and the single wingy mare.
“Gwab em!” The orange smarty commanded as his toughies lunged. Each grabbed one of the mares and the other body slammed the young fillies to pin them to the ground.
“He he, smewll pwetty.” One of the toughies smirked as he began to mount Red’s special friend.
Red growled with anger and head butted the toughie hurting his special friend, but then two toughies attacked Red together. At the same moment, the orange smarty tried to dash into the nest but Blue reared up on his hind hoofs and put his horn stub right into the orange smarty’s side. Blue felt a horrible sharp pain in his legs and crumpled to the ground. The orange smarty looked shocked as the wind was knocked out of him but he was still standing. When he realized the blue smarty had fallen over and was in too much pain to stand, he looked down and laughed.
“Ha you am dummeh fake smawty. Weggies no worwk an not even hab gud horny.” He hoofed Blue’s nub horn insultingly before giving him a hard hoof to the jaw.
Red screamed in protest as two toughies pushed Red over and pinned him to the ground belly up. He wiggled like mad until the orange smarty stood above his face and glared down at him.
“Dummeh not toughie. Youwr bad smawty can’ save u.” The orange smarty gloated.
“Nu!” Red protested.
“Join gud smawty herwd an’ be toughie fwriend or u get foreveh sweepies and familwy be for enfies.”
Red’s mind was racing. He didn’t want to betray his smarty friend, but how could he save his family?
“Daddeh, save fwuffy!” Red’s last filly gasped from under a hoof. And then he remembered Little Red’s grisly remains. The fear of losing his last baby and special friend became even more real. Maybe smarty really was a bad fake smarty? A good smarty would have saved Little Red and stopped this meanie orange fluffy.
Red turned to face his blue smarty friend. “Dis is awl you’we fauwt.” The red toughie exclaimed with tears now in his eyes. “You bad smawty. Wed will be toughie fo’ gud smawty herwd naow.” Red could see the heart hurties in the blue not-smarty fluffies eyes at the betrayal. Red looked away before it made his heart hurties worse too.
“Wet fwuffies go.” The orange fluffy ordered his toughies. Red’s filly and special friend ran to Red’s side in tears as the orange smarty turned back to Blue. “See? You no am smawty. You awe weak, ugwy, bad fwuffy.”
“Nu! Go away!” Blue defiantly shouted back. “Am gud smawty!” During the commotion he had dragged his body to block the nest entrance and tried to look brave.
The orange smarty sniffed the air again. “Give mawes an’ nesty o get worstest hurties not smawty.” He stepped closer and landed another hard sorry hoof on Blue’s face.
“Nu! Speciwal frwiend am soon mummah. Soon mummah an’ bebbehs need safe pwace nesty.” Go away bad poopy fwuff! Weave smawty awone!” Blue yelled while trying to bight at his foe’s outreached foot. The orange smarty simply stepped back and laughed. Although, he was noticeably mad at being called poopy.
“Dummeh fwuffy’s weggies no wowk.” He walked behind Blue and glared down at his backside and injured legs. With a smirk he rose up and brought the worstest hurty stompies down on Blue’s legs.
“SSCRREEEEEEE!” The blue smarty shrieked in pain.
“Say you no am smawty an’ give nesty!”
“Nu!”
“Then get moar hurties!” The orange fluff pushed aside the blue smarty’s tale, exposing his no-nos and poopy place. With a hoof he slowly pressed Blue’s special lumps against the ground.
“Nu!” The blue smarty shouted. For a brief moment the pain made him feel like he was someplace else, like he was a scaredy little fluffy getting hurties from his monster daddy again. He tried to be big and brave, shaking off the flashbacks of the monster toys and turning to bite at his attacker but he couldn’t reach. The orange smarty pushed down harder and sneered. “Nu hurt smawty’s wumps!” Blue screamed and tried to wriggle away. He only managed to get part of the way into the nest entrance though.
“Hwold down bad fwuffy.” The orange smarty commanded his toughies. He stood back and thought really hard for a while as his toughies held Blue down. “How can gud smawty make u be gud fwuffy? Hmm…” He thought out loud as his fluffy logic clunked along. “How can bad fwuffy be smawty wif bad weggies an’ bad howny, and ugwey fwuff. No’ even gud fowr bein’ toughie or getting gwassies no moar. Wha’ kina fwuffy can be gud fwuffy an no’ wawk?” Suddenly his eyes lit up and looked down at Blue’s no-no zone. “Das it! You can’ be bad smawty no moar if smawty make bad fwuffy into gud mawe. Am so smawt!”
Blood drained from the blue smarties face as he realized the orange smarties plan. The orange smarty ran a hoof across his exposed poopy place and down to his special lumps. It felt like ice and the worst memories of the blue smarty’s monster daddeh came rushing back again. The orange fluffy sniffed the air as he pushed two of the toughies away to make room to mount the prone blue smarty. He pressed his no-no stick against the blue smarties clenched poopy place then paused to whisper in his victims ear. “Don’ worrwy, smawty make u into gud fwuffy.” But the orange smarties words didn’t even register. At the touch of the no-no stick to his poopy place something in the blue smarty’s mind had already snapped and he reverted to his old self.
The blue smarty cried hysterically. “Pwease no hurties daddeh! Fwuk Toy am no mare! Wan be gud stawion! Pwease daddeh pwease no hurwt Fwok Toy! Fwok Toy wiwl be gud fwuffy. No mowe bad specwial huggies fwom munstah.” He cried like he was a little fluffy trapped in a monster housie again.
The orange smarty looked confused. Despite being horny now, he backed up a little. “So, be gud fwuffy, give mawre an’ nesty to herwd?”
Then a piercing screech interrupted the ordeal. “BIGGEST POOPIES!!!” It was the blue smarty’s mare. For a moment the blue smarty’s mind returned to the present. His special friend was giving birth and he was going to be a daddeh! He wanted to be a good daddeh so bad, but his special friend was in danger and only he could save her!
But then he felt it. Burning pain in his poopy place as the big orange smarty plunged his no-no stick inside him. It was tiny compared to what he had endured before, but the blue smarty’s mind reeled. With every painful thrust, he felt like he was more and more a little fluff again, being squeezed by an evil monster from inside and out again. He screamed and cried as his special friend did the same. He only had the mental strength to push his hoofs against the walls of the tunnel to hold on as tight as he could. He was not going to let them into the safe place, but everything else in his brain became pure child-like terror. If he had to be the worst kind of enfy fluffy and even die blocking the nest entrance, then so be it.
Grey and his special friend watched from a distant bush as the monster smarty looked up at the sky and yelled. “GUD FEEWLES!” The orange smarty dismounted for a moment to say something they couldn’t hear from so far away, then he got angry and climbed back on. He angry enfed the crying smarty with a renewed vigor while giving periodic stompies.
Grey’s special friend was clutching her babies and crying while Grey ran in place and spun in circles. “What fwuffy do, what fwuffy do?” He knew he was a big toughie and wanted to give the monster smarty the worst sorry hurties but he was so scared and the monster smarty had so many toughies! It gave him the worst heart hurties to see his good smarty friend get bad special huggies and hoofsies, but he couldn’t fight them all! “Hu hu.” He whined. “Wish bestest hoomy fwriend was hewre. He’s a hewo. Why still getting nummies?” Then a tiny light bulb finally lit up in his head. “Gwey go find hoomy fwriend! Come on specwial fwiend! Gonna save smawty an’ herwd!”
Grey stopped spinning, bounced, and ran as fast as he could in a totally random direction away from the scene, determined to save the day. His special friend, carrying her babies, struggled to keep up behind him.
Back at the house.
I turned off the game console then stretched. “Aaah, I guess I’ll go check on them now.” I glanced at the clock. It was already late in the afternoon. “Ha, I wonder if I’ll be in trouble for taking so long.” The thought of the smarty scolding me for being slow was amusing, but I knew they’d still be excited to see me. They sure were a cute little bunch. “I’ll get them a little something extra for waiting.” I walked to the kitchen and looked around. “I guess I could sprinkle sugar on some grass. It’ll probably be the best thing they’ve ever tasted.” I poured some sugar into a plastic baggy then zipped it shut. “Now for the grass…” I looked out the window. “You know, I haven’t mowed the lawn in a long time.”
I lazily spent about fifteen minutes mowing the front lawn of my house and, when finished, put a few heaping handfuls of the freshly cut grass into a big paper grocery sack. I dumped the sugar on top of it, then shook the bag. “If they don’t already love me, they sure will now.” I chuckled as I strolled to the back yard and toward the forest.
I walked over the first hill, then the second, then stopped. “What?” I squinted at something laying at the bottom of the next gorge. It was a blue fluffy who’s fluff was barely visible through a caking of mud. I felt some amusement at the thought of a fluffy getting stuck in the mud, but then I realized something was wrong, and this wasn’t just some fluffy. I ran down the hill, sliding to a stop in the mud, then knelt down beside it.
“Smarty what happened?” I asked. He looked horrible and smelt horrible too. Blood dripped form his nose and he had a black eye. One of his ears had a bloody rip in it and most of what I thought was mud was actually shit and there was a clear trail of shit all the way down the hill side where he had apparently slid and rolled down it. This was no accident.
Fuck Toy stared at the muddy steam. He didn’t know what to say to his human friend. He felt too ashamed. He had given everything he had to hold on and block the safe place tunnel but it wasn’t good enough. His attackers tired him out after forevers of the worstest hurties, gave him sorry poopies, then dragged and threw him over the poopy place ledge. His whole herd was gone because he couldn’t protect them, even his special friend and new chirpy babies were gone. He never said what the monster smarty told him to, but maybe the monster smarty was right. He really was a bad smarty. He was just Fuck Toy, the worstest poopiest bad fluffy that deserved forever hurties and forever saddies. He felt like a little baby emasculated, crippled, and good for nothing. He wasn’t even a stallion, let alone a smarty.
“Smarty what happened?” I asked again.
His lower lip quivered. Then he finally gave in and said what the orange smarty had told him to say. “Am nu smawty!” He started to sob. “Fwuk Toy am worstest dummeh fwuffy!”
“What are you talking about?”
He sobbed harder. “Wand gone, safe pwace gone, herwd gone, specwial fwriend gone, babbehs gone!”
“But how?” I demanded. “What happened?”
“Fwuk Toy no have weggies or wumps or horwn, onwy worstest hurties! Am onwy good for enfies!” At that moment his body shook and his bowels evacuated, leaving a pile of liquidly shit behind him and all over his already filthy tale and legs. I looked at the pile strewn with red and white streams which had to be blood and semen. “An’ make bad poopies!” The broken fluffy turned to the sky and wailed. “Am not smawty no moar, onlwy Fwuk Toy!”
Just then, I remembered the herd I had seen in the distance this morning and realized what must have happened. Even though it was a fluffy, it kind of hurt to think about all this sorry creature had been through. I felt a sinking feeling in my gut, which quickly turned into anger.
“Shut up.” I scolded him. “Don’t say that anymore.” Shocked by my anger the broken fluffy stopped crying and looked up at me. “I think you’re the best smarty. The best smarty ever.”
“Nu… Fwuk Toy am worstest fwuffy.”
“Hey, I told you not to say that ever again.”
“But dat am fwuffy’s name an’ pwurpose.” He whined.
“Not any more its not. I’m giving you a new name right now. Super, I’m naming you Super because you’re a super smarty.”
He only looked confused, then down at the mud. “But only daddehs can name fwuffys, an’ you’we a toughie.”
“Then I’ll be both. You know I can be a toughie daddy, if a super smarty tells me to, right?”
He was silent, then looked back up at me. “New dahheh an’ new namsy for, for Fwuk—” he stopped himself mid word. “Fo’ Super?” I saw a tiny glimmer of hope in his red eyes.
“Yes, and I’ll help you get everything back.”
Super didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he even believed it was possible. He was already overjoyed that his human toughie didn’t abandon him like everything else did or hate him for being such a bad failure. This was the best toughie ever and now was also his new daddeh that gave him a nice name. “Reawy?” Super’s eyes widened in disbelief. Could a toughie do that? Could anything do that, and all for a fluffy as bad as he was?
“Yes, and I’m going to make sure you become the greatest smarty that ever fucking lived!”
To be continued…