Your name is Boombox. You’re a strong, grey earth stalion with a short, dark grey mane that your mummah likes to stick straight up with pretty smelling gel when you go out. She calls it a “mole-hawk” or something. Right now, you’re having some conflicted feelings.
Recently, your mummah’s mummah went forever sleepies. Mummah said she wasn’t super close to her mummah, but you can tell she’s still having some pretty big heart hurties over it. It gives you heart hurties too to see her sad! Tomorrow, she’s getting on a big flying train called an “airplane” so she can visit her family for a week. Unfortunately, Fluffys can’t go on this air carrier- whatever that means- so you can’t go with her.
Thus comes the conflict. You get to stay at your bestest friends house for a WHOLE WEEK! That’s four hooves and then three more! Mummah says you’re really good at counting. Naturally, this is super exciting, but you’re also a little nervous to be away from Mummah for so long, and you still don’t like that she has heart hurties.
You contemplate your dilemma while chewing on your special car toy. It’s ment for talkie babehs whose teeths are growing in, but you can get real sickie in the car sometimes, and chewing on it helps take your mind off it.
The car stops at a red light. You look outside the side window of your car crate, and can see the big droopy tree! That means you’re almost there! Mummah decides this is prime time for some reminders.
“Remember what we talked about, Boomer?”
“Boombox nee be on BESTEST behaviours for Mistah Tony!”
“That’s right. Tony is doing me a really big favour by watching you, so you need to make sure to be extra extra good.”
“Hope Mistah Tony make skettis sometime! Wub Mistah Tony’s skettis!”
Mummah laughs, and the car starts moving again. You go back to your toy, your determination to earn that sketti completely removing your previous dilemma from your mind.
“Thank you SO much for this, Tony. Seriously. It means the world to m-”
“Girl, please. Anything I can do right now to help. Besides, Boombox is a total angel!”
You grin at the compliment, but it doesn’t stop you from hugging your bestest friend. Latte is an adorable Earth fluffy, like you! Unlike you, she has a nice beige coat, speckled with lighter tan spots. Mr. Tony ties her long brown mane and tail up into a bun when she’s at home. She can be a bit of a dummeh sometimes, but shes the nicest Fluffy you’ve ever met, and you’re proud to call her your bestest friend.
“Alright, Boomer. I need to be at the airport soon. Mommy loves you, alright?”
You scamper over to your Mummah to say goodbye. “One more huggie?”
Mummah picks you up, and gives you a BIIIIG hug, and a little kissie on the forehead, before setting you back down and heading out the door. You sigh, and Mr. Tony turns and smiles at you and Latte.
“Alright, scamps. How about you two head to the saferoom and watch some TV while I finish making lunch?”
Latte nods, and before you can ask whats for lunch, she takes off for the saferoom! “Ah! Latte wait for Boombox!!” you squeal, running after her.
Latte bursts into the saferoom, proudly announcing LATTE AM HERE!, which makes her sister jump a bit. “Boombox here already?!?”
Matcha is Latte’s sister, and she’s really, really cool. She’s a year older than the two of you, with a gorgeous dappled green coat and flowing cream mane. Matcha is a pointy-wingy Fluffy, and the first time you met her, you got so scardies that you made your first bad peepees since getting litter trained! The next day, Mummah took you to a big place with a lot of other Fluffys, and the nice people there helped you learn that pointy-wingy Fluffys are just a rare type of Fluffy, and not some sort of munstah. Matcha was so cool and smart and pretty that you felt silly ever being scared of her! Too bad she already has a special friend…
You explain your early arrival. “Mummah had to weave early. Said she wanted to stawp and get coffees.” Mr. Tony brings in your sleepover bag, and you and Latte start to unpack, while Matcha goes back to her puzzle.
Given that Fluffys don’t wear clothes, the sleepover bag is fairly modest. Your favouritest blanket, some toys to share, some special treaties to share- Mr. Tony takes those into the kitchen, though- Some of your favourite DVDs, your special shampoo (you’ll admit you have some mane dandruff), and your medicines you have to take if you accidentally eat something that makes you itchy. Mummah says you’re “alergic” to coconut, but thankfully coconut isn’t in many Fluffy foods. It’s better to be safe than sorry, though!
You finish setting up a sleepie area next to Latte, and help Matcha move hers over to the other side of the room, since she likes the quiet but you and Latte talk a lot. Latte beams an adorable Fluffy smile at you.
“Boombox esited for big sweepovah?”
You nod. “Boombox reawwy 'cited, but also little bit scardies.”
“Huh? Why scardies? Just Latte and Macha and Daddeh!”
“Maybe it siwwy, but Boombox nevah be away from Mummah for so long, evah since Mummah get him from shelta…”
Latte bites her lip, her two remaining braincells rubbing together to understand this statement. “Latte guess dat make sense. Daddeh take good care of Boombox though, pwomise!”
Looking up from her puzzle, Matcha tilts her head at you. “Boombox come from shelter?”
Ah. You suppose you’ve never really discussed that with them before, huh? They were both from breeders, so they must be curious about shelter life.
“Yesh. Nice Missus at shelta say that Boombox’s biwth-mummah and famiwy thought she couldn’ have babehs, but became a soon-mummah, and they didn’ have enough monies to take care of aww the babehs. Had to bing to shelta when stiww wittwe chirpie babehs. Nevah see biwth-mummah.”
Latte, ever the empath, sheds a tear and brings you into a big hug. Matcha just sighs sadly.
“Macha am sowwy Boombox nevah got to meet biwth-mummah…”
“It otay. Nawt Macha’s fauwt.”
holy smokes, my first post! hi! im just an anonymous hugboxer, because honestly, how do you explain this to your friends? im sorry if my formatings a little weird, since im on mobile. god i hope i posted this correctly i havent used a forum since middle school. anyways, this is very much a hugbox series, and will remain as such!
my own story is that i stumbled across some hardcore fluffy abuse when i was a kid, and it freaked me the fuck out, but it was like a train wreck i couldnt look away from… so finding out that theres a community of people who love to love on them was almost… healing my inner child, perhaps? that was SO fucking corny, sorry