A New Adventure - Part 6
By TheFloofer
Published Dec 2020 on FluffyCommunity
“Yes, and I’m going to make sure you become the greatest smarty that ever fucking lived!” Super looked up at me hopefully, but I could tell from his expression that he couldn’t believe it to be possible. “I’m going to go check on the safe place, then I’ll be right back.”
Not sure what to expect, I stealthily climbed up the hill and peered over the edge. There wasn’t a fluffy in sight, only shit and footprints. I climbed over to the safe place and looked inside the best I could without touching it. The whole rim of the entrance was coated in dripping feces. “Disgusting…” I shined my phone’s light into the safe place and called out. “Hello, its me, human toughie friend.”
There was no answer, and no dead bodies or blood either. Only some poop near the center of the room.
I stood up and sighed. “Well, its probably safe to assume they’re all still alive then, somewhere.” I considered looking for the herd, but they could have left hours ago. I could find the other herd’s nest later, and I also needed to take care of Super, so walked back to him. I didn’t know how injured he might actually be, and he was still half buried in mud and poop. “The safe place is empty Super. I think they made too much of a mess of it to want to keep it, and your special friend and babies are gone too.” Super’s lip quivered, realizing his family was gone and that the safe place he fought so hard to defend wasn’t even worth keeping to the other herd. “But there weren’t any bodies or blood. I think your family might be ok.”
“Specwial fwiend ok? Babbeh’s awive!” Super exclaimed. He tried to wiggle free but couldn’t.
“Hold on. I don’t know for sure or where they are and you’re really hurt.” The excitement drained from him. I pulled up my sleeves and sighed. “Let’s get you inside.” I reached my hands under his body and scooped him up as carefully as I could. Super squeaked in pain as I freed him.
“Tank you for upsies.” He mumbled pitifully as I started walking home. “Whewe we goin’? This is not da way to safe pwace?”
“We are going someplace safer.” I kept my eyes open on the way back but didn’t see a single fluffy.
I opened the back door, kicked off my shoes then set Super down in the deeper half of kitchen sink as genteelly as I could. I looked at the shit smeared on my arms for a moment then sighed and began washing off in the other half of the sink.
“Super am scawed.”
“Smarties aren’t scared of baths, and you’re a super smarty.”
“Nu am monstah housie?”
“No, this is my house, and its safe.” Super lifted his head and nodded. His look of fear turned to one of determination. “Good fluffy. Baths are fun.” With my hands mostly clean I moved the warm water over to his side of the sink and let it flow over his back. He looked startled at first but started to like it. I scrubbed his fluff and tale, being careful around his battered legs and backside.
Suddenly, I remembered something he had said earlier. I picked Super up and fliped him over. I looked at his groin, then let out a small sigh of relief. Everything looked bruised and swollen, but was still there. “I thought you said you lost your lumps, but they’re still here Super.”
“You find wumps! Wumps an’ no-no had worstest hurwties evah.” I directed the warm water onto his lumps to clean them, but when he started whimpering a lot I stopped.
“It’s going to be ok, Super. I was worried they might have bitten them off, but, god, those look painful.” I picked Super up and set him on his back on a towel. “I looked at his back legs and felt them up and down. Both legs them were dislocated, but probably not broken, at least not too badly. I hated to say it, but I needed help here. “We are going to see a vet.”
“Vet?”
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I bundled Super up like a burrito and put him on the floor of my car in the passenger seat. He didn’t say a word as we drove to the emergency vet and I carried him inside.
“Hey little guy.” The female vet said with a smile as she walked over to greet us. “What are you here for today?”
“He needs a checkup. Oh, and his legs are probably broken. A feral herd attacked him.”
“What?!?”
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A couple hours later, I carried Super back into my house. He had splints on both back legs now and was drugged up on something strong that the vet had given him. He was also wrapped in a new fluffy purple blanket that the vet had burritoed him in. His head wobbled back and forth as he looked at the ceiling, stoned out of his mind on painkillers.
“Am hungwy. Have nummies?” He slurred.
“Sorry, the vet said no food tonight or it might make you sick.” I stood in my living room for a bit, wondering where to put him, then carried him to my bedroom. I climbed under the sheets and placed him beside me, still in his blanket burrito. His head wobbled back and forth until it bumped against me side. He stopped moving and pressed his head against me.
“Bwestwest fwuff pwilwlew w… w… w…” Super whimpered and softly cried himself to sleep.
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“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Specwial fwiend back!”
“Huh what?” I woke up and looked down at Super.
“Specwial fwiend!” He shouted and wiggled. “Specwial fwiend back!” He kept wiggling then got frustrated. “No hide specwial fwiend, nee’ huggies for hurties an’ scardies. Why no tawk to Supah? Hu hu.”
“Super… That purple blanket isn’t your special friend.” I picked him up and unwrapped him so that he could see it was just a fluffy purple blanket. “She’s gone.”
“Hu hu.” He started to softly sob. I gave him a little squeeze with my hands, then set him down on the blanket, which he clutched with his hooves and rubbed against his face.
It was morning already, so I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I put a pot of water on the stove top and dug though cabinet after cabinet until I finally found what I needed. A can of spaghetti sauce and a box of noodles. Both were old, but I knew fluffys were genetically programmed to love any spaghetti by instinct. I began preparing the pasta. Steam rose from the pot, then from the noodles. Finally, I added the sauce and garnish, all on a nice big plate on the counter.
“Toughie daddeh!” I heard Super cry from the bedroom. I walked in. “Whats dat smewll? Smell so pwitty.”
“Want to find out?” I could see his mouth watering already. He lifted himself with his front legs and nodded his head vigorously.
“Pwease upsies.” I picked him up and the moment I carried him around the corner the scent got stronger and he started wiggling. “Am sketties! Supah know it! He he!”
“Have you ever had sketty before?”
“Nu, Supah nevah have—” He gasped the moment he saw it. “SKETTIES!” He wiggled more vigorously until I set him down on the counter, only inches from the steaming pasta. I had expected him to dig in and go wild, but he just stared at it, like it might disappear like a beautiful dream if he dared touch it.
“Go ahead Super.” I walked to the other side of the counter and looked at him. Big tears were rolling down his face. “It’s for you.” He dug in.
He gobbled and slurped up the pasta like a starving animal. I saw ecstasy, relief, joy, and sadness in his eyes all at once as he scarfed it down. He ate and ate until he needed to slow down to breathe.
“Toughie daddeh, huh huh, wan some?” He asked in between gulps and breaths.
“No its all your.” I was genuinely surprised he offered me some. “You know, you’re a really good fluffy Super.”
He mumbled something inaudible through his food, but this time he didn’t stop until he had licked every last spec from the plate. Finally, with a loud satisfied sigh and smacking of his lips, he plopped his belly down on the empty plate and closed his eyes. I’d never seen a creature look so satisfied or full. I got his purple blanket and laid it over him. Without opening his eyes, he held it tight and cooed.
“I’ll let him sleep there for a bit.”
I left the house for about an hour to buy a few thing, and when I came back, Super was sitting on top of the blanket eagerly waiting for me. “Upsies pwease. Supah wan make good poopies.” I picked him up and set him down in the backyard. I looked out at the forest as he took care of his business, then he dragged himself over to me. “Supah wish famiwy could have bestest sketties too. Miss herwd and still have wostest hearwt hurties.” I looked down at him as he started to sniffle.
“Super, you know I meant what I said before, right? I’m going to make you into the best smarty ever. So, don’t be sad.”
“Buh how?”
I took a seat next to him in the grass. “Tell me what makes a smarty the best.”
“Bestest smawty… is smawt, an’ stwong, an have wots of wand an’ nummies for a big herwd with wots of bebbehs, an’ huggies, an’ wuv.” He thought for a moment. “An bestest smawty would have big horwn.” He hung his head, realizing he had none of these things anymore.
“How did you lose your horn.” I asked.
Super sniffled. “Twaded it to a monstah.”
“What do you mean? What did you trade it for?”
“Monstah daddeh wan’ horwn or give sissy fowevah sweepies.” Super stared at the ground, despondent.
I shook my head. “Man… come on, we’re getting you a new horn, right now.” I scooped Super up and got back in the car.
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I pulled into a parking lot, put Super under one arm and shut the car door behind me. I looked up at the sign that read “Custom Fluff Mod Shop” then walked in. The first thing I saw was a long shelf of fluffy pet supplies, then a shelf of custom fluffy abuse gear and next to that a rack of vibrators and dildos. What a weird place, I thought. Then the clerk waved at me from behind the counter.
“Hey, what c’n I do for yuh?” The sketchy looking man asked. I walked over and put Super down on the counter in front of him. “Wow, ha, what did you do to this little guy?”
I ignored the question. “I want to fix his horn. I want it slightly larger than average, made from titanium, and implanted into that nub. Can you do it? I don’t care what it costs.”
“Uhh, wow. Sure, maybe I could.” He bent over to get a closer look at the damaged horn. Super looked scared and tried to hide under his front hoofs. “Huh, wait a minute… No way!” The man slapped his knee. “Ha! You found my fluffy. He got away more than a year ago.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah, this little fucker jumped the—”
“Dat no am fwuffy name no more!” Super shouted as a he leapt around and scurried right off the counter with a screech. I lunged for him and barely caught him before he hit the floor. He undoubtedly would have re-broken his legs. “Toughie daddeh wun! Wun befowe monstah gets us!”
“Heh heh.” the man laughed. “Glad the little fucker remembers me. I hope you’ve been having FUN with him.”
I held super under one arm and looked the guy in the eyes. “I am. I want to know something though. Why did you name him what you did?”
“Oh, ha!” The man laughed again. You see those?” He pointed to the rack of sex toys with a smirk on his face. Sometimes I’d shove one of those there big’ns up his ass and turn it on for a few hours.” The man laughed again. “Or till the battery ran out.” I glared at him as he leaned across the counter as close to Super as he could. “Are you back to play… Fuck Toy?”
“Nu nu!” Super cried as he tried to run in the air.
I felt like punching the creepy grin off the guy’s face, but had a better idea. I flexed my arm that was cradling Supper and squeezed him hard and fast. Super coughed and screed, then his scaredy poopies burst out in a stream directly into the mans face. It was like a water balloon of shit had hit the guy square in the nose and popped.
“AAAA! WHAT THE FUCK!” The man yelled. He looked up at me and gagged before throwing up onto the counter.
“Fuck you faggot!” I flipped him off as I walked out the front door, letting it slam behind me.
I set Super down on the passenger seat of my car then burnt out of the parking lot. I sighed. “I’m so sorry that happened Super. We will find a horn for you somewhere else.”
Supper still looked shaken up, but then a tiny smile crept onto his little face. “Supah scarwed, but give mustah biggest sorwy poopies.”
I smiled. “You sure did, buddy. And I’ll make sure your old daddy never hurts you ever again.”
He started to giggle. “Sketties make so much gud sorwy poopies.” He pated his belly. “Tank u sketties.”
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At the dollar store. I knelt next to Super who sat beside me on the floor in a store aisle. I snapped a kid-size, cone, party hat over Super’s horn nub. “This will have to do for now.” I turned him to face a little mirror, and a big dumb smile spread across his face.
“Supah wuvs new horwn! Am so big!” He did a cute little dance, admiring the way the light reflected off the shiny sparkles on the plastic hat. Then he spun around and hugged my leg. “Tank you. You’we da best toughie fwiend evah.” I smiled back down at him.
“Do you feel like a good smarty again?”
“Yah! Supah feewl wike gud smawty!”
“Ready to go save your family and herd?” I snapped an identical party hat onto my head.
His big smile turned into a scowl. He glared down at my leg and I felt him squeeze it between his soft little hooves like he was trying to pop it. He grunted and shook his head in the affirmative. “Smawty save herwd an’ famiwy. Be bestest smawty for dem.” I’d never imagined a fluffy could look so angry and determined.
“And what do you want to do about the bad smarty that took everything from you?”
Super stared up into my eyes. His little party hat shone brightly above his furrowed brow. He huffed and puffed out his cheeks and I hoped he wouldn’t hurt himself as he tried to squeeze my leg so hard that his whole body started to shake. “Wurstest…” His voice burnt with rage. “hurties…”
To be continued…
