Zephyr, a light blue pegasus with a white mane and tail, was laying in his bed with a nice smile on his face. He was dreaming of flying through the sky with his wings, through the clouds, circling around the sun, as he heard his daddeh on the ground call him the bestest flying fluffy ever.
A warm sunbeam awoke him, and even though he felt sad to lose such a beatiful dream, he soon remembered…
IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY!!!
He JUMPED out of his bed and started running around his saferoom, calling for daddeh. He was now… uh… three and two years old! He was five, as daddeh said! (It’s so hard for little Zephyr to remember this big number, as numbers were not his strong suit, he was more of a bwockie specialist)
DADDEH!!! came and sang him a pretty birthday song, while Zephyr did dancies for daddeh.
“Happy birthday to you!”
“Happy birthday to you”
“Happy birthday, my dear fluffy!”
“Happy birthday to you”
Zephyr clapped his hooves together and laughed “Daddeh make bestest singies!”. “Congratulations, my birthday boy! You’re 5 years old now, how time flies! Here’s a little morning treat!” Daddeh placed a plate of strawberry cake with whipped cream (Zephyr’s favourite dessert) on the ground and sat down on a stool next to Zephyr with a plate of his own. The fluffy immediately dug in and quickly finished it and started excitedly running around daddeh, who had to quickly finish his piece and get the presents out.
Daddeh had planned the entire day. After a quick round of belly rubs and huggies, they’ll first go to the daycare and say hello to all of Zephyr’s daycare friends, then they’d go home to eat sketties and then they’ll visit the nearby Fluffy park and have plenty of fun there. Then, back at home Zephyr would be allowed to get sketties again and then they’d play, hug and watch FluffyTV together. Zephyr was a good fluffy, he deserved a nice day all for himself.
Daddeh helped Zephyr open his presents. He got an entire box of SKETTY SNAX bags (basically fusilli with bolognese powder), which he insisted ought to be tried right now! Then he got new blockies and a FluffStation! (A new product from Hasbio and Sony, most games were just movies, with very forgiving timed events, but fluffies seemed to go wild for the “interactivity”)
“Daddeh, daddeh!!! Sefiw am suuu happies! Dis am da bestest bwight taim ebah!”
He wanted to try his Fluffstation out, but also didn’t want to miss play time with his friends. At the daycare, the caretakers had made another cake for all the fluffies and rolled it out with a birthday song, as all fluffies danced and hugged him. Zephyr had so much fun with his friends and even shared a bag of sketty snax with them!
After the long day there, he got home to eat his long-awaited sketties. Then they went to the fluffy park. As daddeh sat on the bench, his fluffy ran around with all the other fluffies, his small wings fluttering as he ran after the ball with the others. But soon it was time to go home. He had sketties AGAIN (he couldn’t believe his luck), as his daddeh was setting up his Fluffstation. Zephyr couldn’t wait to try out “Call of Fluffies” (he wanted to defeat all those meanie munstahs he saw in the commercial" and the Fluffy Flight Simulator (it was gonna be the best! He knew it!)
Suddenly, a very dumb (yet unfortunately common for pegasi) idea popped into his head as he was finishing his meal. He was after all a wingie-fluffy! Why did he have to wait to fly, if he can fly himself! Silly daddeh, was very good, but didn’t let him try his wings out, always saying that he’d “hurt himself” and that his “wings were too small”. They weren’t! He’d prove it. He’d show daddeh!
“Alright Zephyr, the Fluffstation is rea… Zephyr?”
“Hewe daddeh!”
“HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE? COME DOWN NOW!”
The pegasus had somehow found it’s way ontop of the tall living room closet.
“Hehe, nu daddeh, Sefiw gunna FWY!!! Daddeh awways say nu can fwy, bu’ fwuffy show ou’!”
He ran. He could feel the wind blowing through his mane and fluffy, the wing getting under his big beautiful wings. His dreams were coming true.
“NOOO!” his daddeh screamed as he dropped what he was holding and ran for his fluffy.
He did it. He’s in the air, flapping his wings, flying through the air as his daddeh watches with a shocked face.
“FWUFFY FWY!!!”
splat
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
“HUU HUU HUU WA HABBEN HUU HUU WA HABBEN TU FWYIN HUU HUU DADDEH!!! HEWP FWUFFY AM HUWTIES HUU HUU WA HABBEN HUU”
He couldn’t see it, but his daddeh was looking at him still with a broken stare.
“huu huu NU FEEW WEGGIES DADDEH!! WEGGIES HUU HUU WEGGIES HAB BOO BOO-JOOS HUU HUU WA HABBEN HUU WUS FWYIN’ AN’ NAO HAB SU MANY HUWTIES HUU HUU PWEASE DADDEH HEWP SEFIW HUU HUU GIB HUGGIES HUU NU WAN HUWTIES HUU WAI DADDEH HUU HUU WA HABBEN HUU HUU HUU WAI DADDEH NU HEWP SEFIW”
He looked up for the first time since the fall and through tearful eyes, he saw his daddeh just standing there with a broken look.
“DADDEH HUU HUU PWEASE HEWP FWUFFY HUU WAI NU HEWP HUU HUU SU MANY HUWTIES NU WAN NU WAN HUU HUU WA HABBEN HUU”
Daddeh knew this was going to happen, sooner or later. Ever since Zephyr saw those swallows as a babbeh, flying was all he ever wanted.
“You’re broken, that’s what happened”
To be continued…
PART 2 (did a little oopsie and have to wait for permission to reupload)
So, this is my first fluffy story (written in a single session), and also the first English story (I’m not a native speaker, so sorry if there’s any mistakes). This will be the first part and soon we’ll see what will happen to Zephyr and how his birthday will end. I have plenty of ideas for future stories, so I’m interested to see what you all think.