A New Adventure - Part 7
By TheFloofer
Published Dec 2020 on FluffyCommunity
I picked Super up, paid for the smarty hats and then set super on the passenger seat of my car. I walked around to the diver’s side door and just as I was about to climb in I stopped. “What the… Is that really…? Grey!”
Bounding up out of the roadside ditch and across the parking lot was Grey with his special friend following not far behind. “Hoomin toughie, bestest hoomy fwiend!” Grey cried.
I walked over to him and knelt down. “How the hell did you get here? We’re miles from home.” He looked filthy and about to collapse from exhaustion.
Grey stumbled to a stop at my feet panting. “Smawty an’ herwd in twouble hoomy fwiend!” I didn’t move so Grey bit my pant leg and started tugging. “Hurwy huwy!”
I laughed and ruffled the fluff on his head. “How did you find me?”
Grey looked up at me confused and annoyed. “Wun fwom nesty. Huh huh. No stawp fo’ whole dawk time an’ bwight time. Huh huh. Pwese come hoomy fwiend, pwese. Smawty have worstest hurties.” He pitifully tugged on my pant leg again.
Then I looked over to see Grey’s special friend waddling toward me across the parking lot, also half alive with her crying foals on he back. “Sowwy babbehs, no stop fo miwkies o’ we lose daddeh.” She mumbled, out of breath.
Wow, this isn’t even in the right direction though, I thought. It was extraordinary luck that we met, and that they hadn’t been eaten, run over, or destroyed by countless other fluffy threats on the way here. I looked back at Grey. “Grey Smarty is ok, and you’re going to be ok too.”
“Nu!” Grey looked back up at me and started to sob. “Nu ok bewieve fwuffy!.”
Super climbed across the car’s center console onto the driver’s seat and looked down at us siting on the pavement. “Toughie fwiend!” He shouted with a smile.
Grey’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up at Super. “Smawty?” Then he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
“Toughie fwiend ok?” Super asked.
“I think so. He’s really tired though.” I scooped Grey up and laid him on the floor of the back seat of my car, then I walked over to pick up his mare and foals. When I got back, Super had climbed back onto the center console and was looking down at Grey who had already woken back up. I set the mare and foals down beside Grey then got in myself.
Finally, not on the move, Grey’s mare began nursing and singing softly to her babies while Super rolled down onto the floor and gave Grey huggies. “Smawty have herwd again!” Super cheered as I pulled out of the parking lot.
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I parked in my driveway and began to unload the fluffies. I decided that Grey was too weak to come with us so I put him and his family in a small room in the old barn in my backyard with a bowl of water. There was a doggy door so he could get out to eat grass. “Tank you bestest fwiend.” Grey said as he lapped up the water, still barely able to move though his exhaustion.
“I’m just glad you and your family are safe Grey. Now you need to rest while me and smarty go save the rest of the heard.” He looked up at me in awe as I closed the door behind me.
I set Super down in the backyard. He looked incredibly determined and confident but suddenly he deflated. “Wan save herwd bu’ back weggies no worwk.”
“Hey, don’t worry Super. I already have a plan to give you the best uppsies in the world.”
“Huh?” Super looked up at me. I was already wearing a backpack and the chest baby carrier that I had bought during an earlier trip to the store.“What dat toughie daddeh?” I answered him by picking him up, turning him to face forward and strapping him into the carrier.
“Now I do whatever you do Super. Just move however you want to.” Super slowly lifted his front left hoof and I lifted my front hand to match him, then he lifted his right and I mirrored him again. He stomped at the air and I punched the air to match him. Super gasped as his fluffy brain froze up while it tried to comprehend the fact that he was now piloting a human like a mech. I planned to do whatever he told me, so, at this moment, Super probably actually was the most powerful fluffy that’d ever lived.
He looked down at his soft little hoofs and I held and looked down at my hands in the same way. “Supah… am supah.” He muttered in awe.
“Ready to find your herd and save your family, Super?”
“Yah, Supah weady.” He looked out toward the forest and shook his little hooves determinedly. “Fastest wunies go!” He bent his head forward and started wiggling all his legs. With both of our shiny party hats pointed forward toward glory, I took off like a sprinter across the field.
“AAAAAA!” Super yelled as I ran and leapt over a fallen tree. I jumped again over a ditch which would have been uncross-able to fluffies and he screed with triumphant excitement. “Am Supah! Supah Smawty commin’ fo you special fwiend!” He yelled. His little party hat waved in front of my nose as I jumped again.
In no time, we arrived at the old safe place nest and saw that it was still abandoned. Instead of getting discouraged, Super puffed up his cheeks and picked a new direction. “Dis way, toward gwassy nummy pwace.” He led me through the woods to another clearing and we skidded to a stop there. There was a group of three fluffies near the center of the field. It was Red, his special friend, and their last living child. “Twaitor toughie…” Super started angrily wiggling his legs again and I started sprinting.
Red looked up to see our matching party hats glistening in the sun and barreling toward him. “SCCRREEEE MUNSTAH!” He leapt around and tried to run, but it was far too late to escape. I slid onto my knees and grabbed him by the rear legs, pulling him off his feet and toppling him to the ground. I dragged him away from his screeing mare and filly who took one look back at us and ran in terror.
“You’re not getting away either!” I shouted as I pulled a large zip tie from my bag and bound Red’s back legs together. With him immobilized and yelling for his special friend to leave him and run faster I leapt up and immobilized both the mare and filly the same way with ease.
With the family tied and laying side by side, I turned Red so that he could see us. He immediately recognized Super glaring down at him and started to beg. “Pwease smawty, no huwt gud fwuffies.”
“Nu, you bad fwuffy! Weft Smawty awone to get worstest hurties!”
“Bu’ Wed had to o’ familwy get huwty huggies and fowevah sweepies! Wed sowwy Smawty pwease no hurties! Wan be gud fwuffy again!”
Super thought for a moment before speaking. “Ok, bu’ bad fwuffies still get sorwy hoofsies.” I slow motion punched Red in the side. Red whimpered as my fist lightly squished his belly through his thick red fluff. “Naow what way to bad smawty nesty?” Super demanded.
Red pointed then looked back up at us. “Fwiend again?”
“Fwiend.” Super said happily as he reached forward to give a hug. I leaned forward so that he could reach Red as I snipped the zip ties. Once they were all free, I picked up Red and turned him to face my house and pointed at it.
“You see my house Red. Go there and stay there until we come back.” I held his ear up to my mouth and whispered. “If you don’t, then we will find you and make you go to sleep forever.” Red’s eyes widened and he nodded his head.
“Wed will go to housy. Be gud fwuffy fo’ smawty.”
“Good fluffy.” I set him down and pet him a few times before they started off.
“Ready to find the bad fluffy Super?”
“Yeah.” He wiggled his legs, and I ran in the direction Red had pointed.
It wasn’t long before we reentered the woods and ran into a small clearing where about a dozen fluffies sat socializing. All of them looked up at us, frozen in place. Then Super unleashed his rage. “WWWRAAAAAAAAAAW!” I held out my arms at my sides like I was flexing, squatted down, and bent my fingers like they were claws. Then I lifted one leg as high as I could and stomped the ground like a t-rex about to charge as I joined Super with a roar. “ROAR!”
Half the fluffies instantly shit on themselves or on each other as screams and cries of “munstah!” and “wun!” rose up from the panicking herd. Two of them fell over and struggled to get back up, three began running in circles, and the rest started running toward a dense cluster of bushes which I assumed were their safe place.
Super started shaking in a wild rage. I stomped forward again then punched a toughie, at half my force. It went flying, then I punched another before picking up a fat straggler and tossing it aside. It bounced off the ground and rolled into another fluffy trying to run away.
“WWWRAAAAAAAAAAW!” Super roared again. “Dis am smawty wand! Where am bad smawty?” Now nearly all of the fluffies had made it into the safety of their thick thorn bushes and there were only shouts of fear and pleads for their smarty to save them. “Dis am Supah Smawty herwd noaw!”
I pulled a machete from my backpack and began hacking away the thorny bushes like they were nothing. With each violent swing more branches were flung away and we stepped closer to the cowering and hu huing herd at the center. Their fluff ball grew tighter and tighter as they piled toward the back and started screaming as they pressed against the dense thorns behind them. With a final swing of the machete sunlight shone down on them.
The smarty, sitting at the center, held up a leg to block the sun as we loomed over him. His already fear filled eyes opened even wider as he struggled to comprehend the terrible creature looming above him. It had the face of a human, the worst kind of monster, but also of the smarty he had defeated days ago both glaring down at him, and it also had the scariest claws and two of the biggest and pointiest horns he had ever seen shining like burning diamonds in the blinding sun.
“Nu.” The orange smarty said defiantly. “Dis am smawty wand. You poopy dummeh munstah!”
Me and Super glared down at him for a moment. “Nu! You awe worstest fwuffy and get worstest hurties!” Super screamed. I dropped the machete. I grabbed the orange smarty by the scruff of his neck and flung him over my shoulder.
“SCCREEEEEE!” An arc of shit sprayed out of him and splattered his herd before I slammed him to the ground. He gasped for air.
“You took evwything fwom me!” Super screamed as he flung his whole-body weight forward. I didn’t hold back this time and punched one of the fluffy’s hind legs as hard as I could. I felt the tiny bones crunch like twigs between my stinging knuckles and the hard ground.
“SCREEEEEE!” The orange fluffy shrieked.
“Gif back my specwial fwiend an’ babbehs!” Super lunged again and I shattered another leg with a second punch.
“SCREEEEEE!”
“Gif back herwd!” I shattered a third leg.
“SCREEEEEE!”
“An gif back smawty wand!” I landed a final punch on the smarty’s fourth leg, utterly destroying it.
“SCREEEEEE! Hu hu!” The orange smarty struggled to stand on his bloody puddle legs and failed. “SCREEEEEE! Hu hu!” He looked up in terror and confusion. “Buh smawty made you into dummy enfy mawe and put you in poopies? How you smawty now?”
“You gave wumps worstest hurties, but can’t make Supah into mawe!” Super lunged forward again. This time I flipped the orange smarty onto his back and punched him hard in the balls.
“SCWWWREEEEEEE!” He cried again.
I slipped a zip tie around his balls and tightened it most of the way, before using a small knife to cut a slit through each of his ears. I slipped a zip tie through the holes then sinched it up. He screamed as I took a third zip tie and connected the zip tie through his ears to the zip tie around his balls. He tried to wiggle free, but every movement caused him incredible pain. I briefly picked him up by the tie that connected his balls and ears together then tossed him back down.
“SCWWWREEEEEEE! Hu hu, wumps and heaw pwaces hurties!” He screeched.
“An you gif bad enfies to poopy pwace!” Anticipating what Super would want, I picked up a log and held it behind the orange smarty, the thick jagged tip hovered inches from its anus. “But…” Super whimpered. “Super not wike old monstah daddah.” He started to cry. “SUPAH BETTAH THAN YOU MUNSTAH FWUFFFY!”
Is Super going to have mercy on him, I wondered? Looking at the defeated fluffy’s destroyed legs, the best life it could hope for at this point was to be pillowed.
“Supah give wowstest sowry poopies!” I lifted Super out of his carrier and held him over the whelping smarty as Super evacuated himself all over it. After he was back in his carrier, Super elbowed my chest. “Toughie daddah give sowwy poopies too.”
I turned around, dropped my pants and listening to the entire herd squealing in abject terror, I dropped a huge load along the length of the fluffy’ s body as if I were putting relish on a hot dog. I pulled my pants up and looked down at the orange smarty. His eyes darted erratically as he stared into the void. He was broken.
“An you weft Supah awone in poopies with worstest heawt huwties for dawk time munstahs to find an’ num.” Super looked up from the smarty at the cowering herd. “Supah am smawty naow! Dis am smawty wand!” For the first time there was no challenge to his claim. “Supah take herwd to new safe pwace an’ be bestest smawty for herwd!” The herd started to mumble among themselves.
“New smawty?”
“New smawty gud smawty?”
“Nu huwt babbehs?”
Super tried to calm them. “Herwd no get hurties, get nummies an’ huggies an’ warmies, but onwy if they follow smawty.” Some of them still wined but started to walk toward us. Then super gasped. “Special fwiend!” He started squirming. I saw Super’s bright purple mare with several tiny babies clinging to her back fluff. She looked up and cried out.
“Smawty specwial fwiend!” She came bounding toward us and I carefully picked her up and held her tight against my chest so that she could hug super. “Fwuffy miss you su much! Su worried! AHHH! Chirpy bebbehs meet your daddeh and mista hoomy fwiend.”
Super looked at the pile of babies on his special friend’s back and a tear rolled down his cheek. “Bebbehs ok.” He hugged his family again.
I stood up and walked home, about a dozen fluffies following behind me. The only fluffy that stayed behind was the broken orange smarty. He was now alone, bleeding, unable to move, and struggling to breath under the weight of shit on his chest.
“Wan… die…”
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“Smawty back! Bestest fwiend back!” Grey cheered as he jumped up and down outside my barn with his special friend. Red and his family also danced with joy beside them. I set Super and his family down and the whole herd devolved into a huge hugging fluff pile, my legs included.
After a short while I leaned over and got Super’s attention. He looked up at me. Super my old barn can be your new safe place. There is a little doggy door that fluffies can come and go through that you can block at night so that monsters can’t get in at night. And inside there is a ramp up to the old hay loft and you can make a huge fluff pile in the old hay.
“Weally, all fo’ smawty herwd?”
“Really. Can you think of anything else that the best smarty in the world might have?”
“Uhh…” He racked his brain.
“Maybe some sketty?” I suggested.
The whole herd erupted in cries of “sketty” and Super nodded his head vigorously. I ruffled his head fluff then walked inside, returning twenty minutes latter with a massive pot of hot spaghetti. The herd smelt it immediately and went wild. I stepped over crazed fluffies as I lead the whole heard to the barn and set the pot down in the middle of the space. Fluffies tried to climb into it but it was far to big and they burnt their hoofs. I caried Super to a choice location and scooped him an overflowing bowl and set it down infront of him and his special friend.
The other fluffies watched and drooled as Super and his mare took big bites. “Dis will make bestest milkies fo’ babbehs smawty.” She rubbed up against Super and cooed. With noodles in his mouth and his lover by his side, Super looked up at me with a huge smile and nodded.
I took the cue and dumped gallons of steaming spaghetti in front of the herd. Their eyes bugged out of their heads as they ran for the greatest food they had ever seen in their lives. I let the fluffies finish their meal then showed them around the barn.
After the tour I set Super beside his special friend in the hay. His babies crawled to him and he hugged them all tight as Grey, Red, and the rest of his herd huddled around. I gave Super a hug too.
“Bestest fwuff piwle evah.” I stood back up and Super looked up at me. “Tank you toughie daddeh, tank you so much. Supah wuv you fowevah.”
I smiled back at him. “I love you too Super.”
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One morning, I looked out my back window at the barn. There was an open barn window that hay was loaded through back when the barn was still in use. There was also an old ramp leading out of the window that hay would have been slid down into the loft.
One at a time, fluffies trotted up to the top of the ramp, turned around, scrunched their dumb little faces and sprayed shit into the sky from nearly two stories up. I laughed at the sight and went to make my breakfast and play some video games.
Super however, sat with his little hooves crossed beside the base of the ramp in the window as his herd made good poopies just like how he taught them. Soon his herd would go out into the yard to find the bestest grassy nummies and bring them back for the babies and soon mammas. And he could almost walk normally again! They would also eat the grassies evenly for Toughie Daddy to never have to mow the lawn, whatever that meant it made toughie daddy happy.
But for now, Super gazed out across the rolling fields and forests from higher up than most fluffies ever got to go, as good poopies periodically rained down from above like little reminders of how good his herd was. Super’s foals ran up to him and started playing in and hugging his fluff. Super listened to their giggles and didn’t know that any fluffy could feel so proud and satisfied. The morning sun glistened on his shiny party hat as Super gazed out at the horizon and whispered.
“Dis… am smawty wand.”
