Well, this is the epilogue for the background of the brown feral mare I had introduced on day three of Fwufftobuh. I actually started with a single part, ended up with three! Hopefully it was not too much of a bore!
Two bright times had passed since the brown mare’s family had all been given the worstest hurties and forever sleepies by a meanie monster human. Two bright times in which she had not moved from her nest, trapped by both the scary water that, like her own tears, kept pouring, as if to mourn with her. She dared not leave the hovel partly because of her innate fear of water, but mostly to avoid seeing her family’s broken corpses. Thankfully, the fact she had gone two days without food and water meant she didn’t quite need to make a lot of good poopies and peepees, though the smell of wet fluff and waste was starting to make the nest smell not-pretty.
Not even during the dark-times would she get any respite. In her sleepy-pictures, she would see it all happen over and over again. Her brave special friend Scoot, valiantly trying to save their babies, as the deformed form of the monster human snatched them from the safety of their nest. Their frightful peeps, the cracking of their tiny bones amused the human, who would laugh as he slammed them into the ground, grinding them into a gory paste. Then he’d turn to her poor companion, crushing his leggies, so that it could not give any more sorry hoofies. Then he’d pounce on him, savaging his throat with a monstrous mouth, full of razor-sharp teethies, splattering boo boo juice everywhere.
She’d always wake up after that part, screaming into the night, pleading for her family to come back. But once the dream and its stupor faded, only sadness and misery remained.
Until on the third bright time since the tragedy, a ray of sunlight came in through the entrance to the hovel. Almost as if to beckon her out. Trying to reason with her own brain and body, she figured she couldn’t just lay there and die. Though she figured that would reunite her with Scoot and the babies, it felt wrong.
Taking some tentative steps outside, the mare quickly realized something was different. The traces of boo boo juice were basically gone and so were the corpses! Probably a monster had snatched them, the mare thought and started to weep once more. Even in death, her family looked out for her, distracting the monsters while she was too broken to fend for herself.
And so, she set off to find nummies and water. Now she knew what her family would want her to do.
Many bright times passed and the brown mare found herself in a bit of a pickle. She was beginning to feel the effects of loneliness, something a fluffy rarely looked forward to, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she would be ready to look for another special friend so soon. In the meantime, she decided a small trip on the human path was in order. Maybe she’d manage to find some human trashy-nummies, but she would have to be extra careful. She knew all too well that humans were extremely dangerous, but she had picked up a bit of useful knowledge during her life as a feral. Humans who had fluffies would often walk with them, holding them with a small stringy. Those humans were good humans, so asking them for food was safe. Mean humans also were less likely to harm a fluffy when there were other humans nearby.
So it was that the mare decided to go for a scavenging run, hoping to not run into danger.
A man on his late thirties was walking down the winding path through the city park’s forested area, a purple unicorn fluffy with a red mane and tail happily trotting by his side. A small, black leather leash was latched to the matching collar around the young stallion’s neck.
“I told you already Flipper, you either keep your wiener in check, or you’re getting neutered!”
“Bu’ daddeh! Fwippew hab speciaw wump huwties! Nee’ speciaw fwend, nu can hewp it! Daddeh’s swippews wooked wike fwuffy, huuhuu…”
“Let’s not go over this conversation again, Flipper. I can’t afford getting another fluffy right now and I don’t feel comfortable having you neutered. But still, if I put my foot in a wet, sticky slipper once more, it’s not going to be the sorry box and sorry stick this time, but a trip to the vet!”
“Huuuu… yus daddeh, Fwippew wiww twy…”
Seeing his fluffy all droopy made Zack feel like the biggest tool in the world. After all, fluffies were still animals, even if they could talk. It was only natural for him.
“Aw, don’t be sad little guy. You are a good fluffy, you just need to keep it in your pants. Or, well, fluff.”
After making the trek through the undergrowth, the brown mare emerged from the vegetation, her destination laying before her eyes. The human path. She looked in both directions and spotted a human stallion holding a fluffy with a stringy thing. They were the only ones on the path in that moment, which meant it was the perfect time to beg.
“Am daddeh goin’ to wowk, tuu-mow-wow?”
“No Flipper, I am still on vacation. That means a movie is in order, right?”
“Yus! Fwippew wubs movie! Fank’ou daddeh!”
“Uh… nice mistah?”
The brown mare was approaching the duo warily. The man thought the fluffy looked ready to bolt into the bushes if he were to take one more step towards her. Flipper had frozen on the spot. Weird.
“Hello little one, who are you?”
“Am fwuffy. Can nice mistah gib fwuffy sum nummies, pwease? Hab tummeh-owwies.”
“Yeah, sure… here, I have some kibble… what’s up Flipper?”
Looking down he purple unicorn was pawing at the man’s legs. He looked… weird, as if he was in distress.
“Daddeh, can… can Fwippew pway wif bwown fwuffy? Pweeeease? Pwease pwease pwease?”
“Well… ok, if they want to. Hey little guy, you mind playing a bit with Flipper? He’s a good boy. You can both have some kibble after!”
The mare was unsure. It sounded like a good deal. Playing with another fluffy would be great for her loneliness and she could use the free nummies.
“O…otay, fwuffies pway. Wut Fwippew wan’ pway? Huggie-tag? Hide-an’-go-peepies?”
And so, a small game of huggie tag had begun. Under the watchful gaze of the human, the two fluffies chased after each other. Whenever one would catch the other, a brief hug was shared, before the hunted became the hunter and so on.
Until Flipper said he wanted to change game. Now it was time for hide and seek. The brown fluffy would look for him first. He dove in the bushes while the human counted to twenty. After being given a sneaky pointer by the man, the mare had taken off, sniffing the ground and looking for the purple stallion. It didn’t take long for her to pick up his scent. It looked like he had gone quite further in the vegetation.
“Hewwo! 'Ou find Fwippew!”
The mare recoiled just as the unicorn’s head popped out from behind a tree. It was more like he had found her, the mare thought.
“Otay, nao it am time fo’ Fwippew tu…”
But she was cut off by a dark purple hoof touching her muzzle.
“Wait. 'Ou am vewy pwetty mawe… Fwippew wike 'ou!”
Taken aback, she stammered a bit. The sudden shift in mood was making her uneasy, but she couldn’t deny it was also a bit exciting.
“Oh… fank’ou Fwippew. 'Ou am pwetty tuu!”
The gears in Flipper’s mind were turning. He had a plan. The best plan ever. If he gave special huggies to this mare, his daddy would have to take her home with them. That way, his special lumps would never hurt again!
“Pwetty mawe wan be Fwippew’s nyu speciaw fwend?”
The brown earthie was stunned. A house fluffy wanted to be her special friend? Could it be the end of her struggles to survive? To no longer have to scrounge around for nummies, to have a warm housie and a special friend to snuggle up with again? It sounded too good to be true.
“Otay. Fwuffies go homesie nao? Take fwuffy wif nyu daddeh?”
“Weww… daddeh say Fwippew nu can hab speciaw fwend. Bu’ daddeh nu goin tu weabe fwuffy hewe, if Fwippew gib speciaw huggies!”
The mere mention of special huggies immediately made the mare think about her two chirpies reduced to a smoothie. No. She couldn’t. Not so soon. Her special friend, Scoot, would surely forgive her, but she wasn’t sure if she herself could care for them. As sorry as she felt to turn the stallion down, she had to.
“Nu.”
Flipper was taken aback. How could a fluffy refuse a housie and food?
“Wha’? Wai nu?”
“Fwuffy nu wan hab babbehs. Not nao. Hab tuu many heawt huwties.”
The unicorn was flabbergasted. How could this dummy mare be so dense? If she didn’t have his babies, daddy would never take her home with them! While he pondered what to do, his erect member was throbbing with pent-up energy. He needed to have enfies and he needed them now. But he couldn’t give them if the mare said no. Good fluffies don’t give bad special huggies.
Wait. His daddy had said something about…
“Nu! Nu! 'Ou see, Fwippew am… nyut’wed.”
“…wha’?”
“Dat mean, nu can hab babbehs! Can hab speciaw huggies wif no babbehs! Daddeh say that am wut nyu’twewd mean. An’ Fwippew am nyuutewd.”
The mare thought something was off. She had never heard of that strange word that seemed to change everytime the stallion said it. Then again, she had never had a human daddy, so it made sense that she wouldn’t know about it. She felt uneasy, but something in how convinced the unicorn sounded reassured her.
“Otay.”
Moments later, they had started to snuggle together. It had been many forevers since she had cuddled with another fluffy. Flipper’s lickies and huggies were enough to send her doubts away. Soon, she was presenting herself. The eager stallion mounted her and started thrusting. The mare thought that he wasn’t as good as Scoot, but maybe that was because he had been neutered. Soon enough, she found herself lost in a haze of pleasure, happily mewling and cooing while the purple fluffy eagerly grunted.
“Enf, enf, enf, enf…”
“Cooooo… coo… wub…”
It wasn’t long before Flipper had picked up the pace.
“ENF.ENF.ENF.ENF!”
That was when she felt something… warm. Something that shouldn’t have been there.
“GUD FEEWS!”
NO. NO. Nononono. It couldn’t be. He had said that…
As the mare stood there frozen, Flipper fell off her back and laid belly up on the grass, happily panting.
“Gud… gud feews. Nao fwuffies go back tu daddeh aAAIEEEE!”
The brown, larger earthie had slammed her front leggies down on the young stallion’s chest and was now holding him down as he pathetically squirmed under her weight.
“Huuhuuhuu… wai meanie speciaw fwend gib Fwippew ouchies? Am gud fwuffy!”
“Nu.”
“Wha’?”
“Fwippew nu am gud fwuffy. Fwuffy can feew babbehs. Fwippew say nu can hab babbehs. 'Ou wie.”
“It am Fwippew’s pwan fo’ makin’ mawe speciaw fwend! If 'ou am soon-mummah, daddeh nu can weabe 'ou hewe! Nao dummeh get off FwippEEEEE!”
But the mare had applied more pressure instead of getting off. Looking at her face, Flipper could see she was crying, her lips trembling in sorrow and rage.
“'Ou wie. Weave, an nu cum back.”
“Wha’? Nu, dose am Fwippew’s babbehs tuu! 'Ou nu…”
The poor stallion couldn’t finish his protest, because the mare lifted one of her front leggies from his chest… only to slam it down on his half erect no-no stick, clipping one of his special lumps aswell.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Zack was making his way through the foliage, calling out Flipper’s name. It had been way too long since the fluffies had disappeared in the bushes and he was sure he had heard a fluffy scream.
“FLIPPER! Where are you, buddy?”
“Huuhuu… hic… daddeh…”
Following the noise, he soon found its source. The purple unicorn was laying in a puddle of shit, piss and blood, clutching his swollen testicles and member. The brown earthie was nowhere to be seen.
If Flipper had been able to do anything besides whimpering and attempting to hug his scrotum back to health, he might have told his owner that the mean fluffy had gone off in the direction to his right. Then again, he wasn’t that dumb. Her last words had been almost as hurtful as her sorry hoofies and he knew she meant what she had said.
“Fwuffy hatchu. Wowstes’ fwuffy Fwippew nu cum back hewe. Neba get cwose tu fwuffy ow babbehs. If 'ou du, fwuffy gib 'ou fowebah sweepies.”
The brown mare had already started to scavenge for extra nummies to bring back to the hovel. Rooties and grassies would be fine, but she would need some berries aswell to quench her thirst. She knew that soon, she wouldn’t be able to move much. That meant stockpiling was a must. This time she would be alone, yet she felt no fear, rather… resolve. She had promised to herself that even if their daddy was a meanie, lying, bad fluffy, she would do whatever she could to love and protect each and every one of her babies.