First time posting a story about fluffies, been lurking for a bit reading stories and decided to finally write my own.
A New Beginning Chapter 1: The bargain
Eyes as black as the deepest void stared out at the horizon as the sun began to rise. Their owner standing out like a saw thumb in a tailored beige suit with matching homburg as he pondered all while watching the rising sun its rays illuminating the land they called their own. How long had it been since he arrived here in this strange place, Earth.The advancements in technology was astounding and impressive to say the least, the level this land had reached was beyond his comprehension upon first arrival. But it was the people that baffled him. The people were different, despite looking the same they diversified based on culture, skin colour and religion. They showed hate to one another simply because of the difference of skin and culture, it was baffling to say the least. To him they were all simply humans, they all looked the same even with their little differences. Where he had hailed from the number of individual races were insumountable and each separate by unique characteristics.
The suns rays glistened cascading over tanned skin, but ever so briefly flashed with a twinge of deep burgundy red before back to tanned flesh. The air seemed to shift and shimmer as if something whipped back and forth behind the individual as they continued admiring the sun enjoying the warmth on their skin. The heat bringing back memories of home. The individual raised a slender hand a cigar nestled between two digits as it was placed within parted lips. The other thumb raised to the end of the cigar and with a flicker a flame was alight. Smoke wafted as the figure took a long drag before blowing out a large cloud of smoke.
Void filled eyes scanned the large property they called their own, obtaining the rights to said land only the month prior. Two years ago they had arrived in these lands, the first year spent growing accustom and adapting, learning the culture and language. After it had been a task to create documents through less than legal channels, but with a little persuasion and flare the job was done. As for payment, it was been a matter of simply falling back into old ways, but that was a story for another time. With funds secured, a strange diverse currency a mix of coin and paper, he had purchased documents and become a âlegalâ citizen of this land.
With an identity, drivers license, passport, birth certificate, tax number and a certificate of education with records, he had made a new life here. Using the remaining funds the interloper had bought a property far away from civilization, wanting to enjoy the peace and surroundings of nature instead of the hustle and bustle of city or town life. He resided in a country called Australia, in New South Wales out in the outback. The heat of this land was appealing and bothered him none, infact he relished in it.
Taking the last drag of his cigar he removed and discarded it to the ground and with a stomp snuffed the flame out. Hands went into the pockets of his suit, no sweat cressing his brow. The humans of this world would probably find him odd to be out hear in the middle of a summer morning in a thick silken suit, but the clothing made the man, especially in his old line of work, that and it had simply became a force of habit. He had many suits all for varying occassions.
Taking in a deep breath and savouring the fresh morning air the traveller turned and began making his way back to his homestead only to pause. Something small had come, and thats when he heard it.
"Pwease nice mistah, can âou hewp fwuffie.â A small baby like voice called out to him. Void filled eyes blinked and cogs turned as their owner looked down to see a small pony like creature with white fluff, yellow mane and tail, their eyes were a light shade of green. The small creatureâs fur reasoniby cleaned depsite the dust and dirt.
So this is a fluffy Iâd read of these creatures, I wonder how it got through the fence, a thought for later. The traveller blinked and pondered, these creatures had been created as a folly of man but a company called Hasbio, they were supposed to have been toys but thanks to an animal rights group they had been released into the wild. Originally supposed to be some niche produce to be sold to the rich and lavish, they were now marked as childrens toys and pets for everyone. But they were also seen as vermin as they profugated faster than rabbits and had spread like a disease in cities and had slowly made their way into the wild.
He had heard they had begun to spread here in Australia, but figured they wouldnât last long what with the vast array of deadly creatures. But to his surprise and everyone elses they had bred like crazy and spread like a wildfire. The fluffy probably was worse than the cane toads that had overpopuled queensland and encroached into other states.
âYou want help little fluff?â Asked the traveller as he crouched down in order to close the distance between him and the little creature. His sudden movents causing strands of sleek well combed maroon hair to poke out from his homburg.
âTell me little fluff why should I?â
âPwease nice mistah, fwuffie neeâ nummies foâ hewd. Nummies foâ mothews to make miwkies foâ wittwe babbies.â Said the little fluff with big eyes tears threatening to spill. These things he had to admit were cute but he had read much about them, some of them could be outright hellgremlins.
âSo little fluff you are apart of a herd. Tell me do you have a name?â.
âFwuffies name am smawty wemon. Smawty wemon am hewd smawty.â An eye raised, a smarty and one so polite, or so it seemed. Most smarties from what seemed to be common were down right selfish assholes who often demands humans give over their land and food, wanting âskettiâ a fluffies favourite food.
âOh you are a smarty? Arenât you going to demand I give you my land?â questioned the traveller deciding to prod the little creature. The fluff in response shook their head.
âFwuffie nu wanâ to demand wand fwom hooman. Fwuffie am gud smawty onwy wanâ to do whats bestesâ foâ hewd. Nu angah dah hoomanâs ow ewse fwuffie anâ hewd wiww go fowebah sweepies.â The fluffy responded in kind, despite its baby like voice it was, well spoken for a fluffy the traveller supposed, but then again he had never really interacted with one of these creatures before.
âSo little smarty why should I help you then?â questioned the traveller once more. The little fluff raised one of its front hooves and adopted what looked like a thinking pose before it eyes seemed to light up.
âSmawty wemon offah twade. Fwuffies hewp hooman by doinâ wowk foâ hooman foâ nummies.â Hoh a trade? This fluffy was surpising him more and more, it seemed rather smart having grasped the concept of trade.
âWell little fluff I suppose we could trade, do you see all this tall grass.â The traveller used a hand to point out to the over growth of grass around the farmlands he had purchased. The tiny creature looked around and nodded in acknowledgement.
Well as you can see there is a lot of weeds and grass to get rid of and Iâm all on my own. So a trade, you and members of your heard help me by eating these grass. In exchange you can eat as much grass as you want." Offered the traveller with a charming smile, a smile he had perfected over the years.
The fluffy named lemon began to think mulling the deal over in their tiny little head before nodding.
âSmawty wemon wikes dah twade, wiww do twade wiff hooman. Wemon go anâ get west of hewd to num gwassie nummies.â The smarty smiled up at you their tail wagging furiously showing how happy they were.
âAlright little fella you have a deal.â The traveller extended a hand offering for the creature to shake. The fluffy looked at the hand for a moment wary of the appendage before raising a hoof.
âSmawty wemon am nu fella, smawty wemon am mawe.â Said the little fluff as they shook your hand. The fluffies words make you blink, the smarty was a mare? A female smarty how peculiar. The female smarty was particularly rare and were often much better leaders than their male counterparts.
âAlright little mare we have a deal.â
âwhat fwuffie caww nice mistah?â A smile slowly crossed the travellers face his void eyes twinkling with mirth.
âYou may call me the dandyman.â
âSmawty wemon gu gwet hewd. fank 'ou nice mistah dwandymwan.â The little fluff nodded and began trodding away no doubt returning to her herd.
âWell now this should be interesting. Lets see if these little guys can continue to suprise me.â
Taking out another cigar from his suit jacket pocket the traveller called forth the flame once more allowing it to light the cigar. Taking a deep drag the traveller turned and made his way back into his home awaiting the fluffies return, should they survive the journey back, after all these lands were rife with danger, especially for such a tiny creature.
The beginning of this story has begun.
Like i said first fluffy story still learning about fluffies but I enjoy the little guys, both hugbox and abusebox.
Not a full on hugboxer but not a full abuser either, somewhere in the middle.
This is also a crossover, as for what its crossover with, try and guess.
