Abandoned Angel
Part 16: One Big Scary…
Robert didn’t know what to feel. He should be upset. He should be disappointed. He should be horrified. He was now the proud owner of a small herd of Fluffies. Angel definitely took charge, acting motherly towards the foals.
It was the former owner of the foals that made today so difficult. His girlfriend. Well, maybe girlfriend. That was going to be a long and arduous conversation. He really liked Mary, she was fun to be around. She had many of the same hobbies, if you could call sex, drinking on the weekends and playing on the internet hobbies. Which Robert did. He watched Mary put her coat on. It was very much a “hate to see you go but love to watch you leave” moment.
“Look, Rob, just give them a chance. I bet you’ll love them! Maybe Angel will get her special friend out of them. And you can have a wonderful fluffy family! We could have a wonderful fluffy family!” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Give me a call tomorrow, I’ll let you get acquainted to your new family.”
Did she say “we?” WE? She didn’t even give him a chance to respond! That bitch!
Angel and the foals were locked in the safe room while he sat alone at the kitchen table. A fresh bottle of whiskey and asprin sat untouched. One may end up nearly empty, and it wasn’t going to be the pills.
“DADDEH!”
Angel’s yell permeated the walls. Maybe he should’ve sound proofed the safe room as well. He contemplated uncorking the bottle to down some asprin, but thought better of it. It was going to be a long night. Thankfully it was a Friday. But was dealing with fluffies while hungover better than working while hungover? Robert looked at the bottle again, guessing he didn’t want to find out.
“DADDEH!”
Did everything already fall apart? He opened the room to squeals and fluffies. So much noise from such small creatures! “What’s wrong?”
Angel smiled at her daddy, the foals climbing all over here, a giant multicolored undulating fluff pile. “Wan pway wif daddeh! Fwuffies wan daddeh tu pway!” She pulled away from the foals and pushed a ball towards Robert. It hit one of the many blocks on the floor and bounced away. Bright went running after the ball. Brave left Robin on the bed and sniffed his way towards the food bowl full of soft kibble and vegetables.
It was adorable how quickly they assimilated into a new herd, a new family. Brave lifted his head, his red muzzle covered in brown and green food, “Best nummies! Bwave wub nummies!” And he dug in again, eating as fast as his little mouth could manage. Robin stopped playing with Bright and ran over to the dish, digging in as well. Bright just looked confused for a moment and followed quickly, all three foals eating as if they had been starving.
He felt a bump on his leg, Angel was at his feet, standing on her rear hooves, “Wan huggies! Wub daddeh!” He held her to his chest giving her the best huggies! He looked around the room, it was a mess. Toys, Toys everywhere!
“Angel, why are your toys all over?”
“Siwwy daddeh, fwuffies pway wif toys.” She was adamant that was the natural order of things, how could he question it?
Robert watched the foals, the dish nearly empty now. Brave, the first to finish, walked carefully towards Robert and Angel and promptly bumped into a block. Then another. And yet another. Finally Brave collapsed onto the floor, whimpering, “Nu wike woom. Gif owies.” His tiny hooves rubbing his tiny nose and muzzle.
Robert scolded her, “Angel, you have to pick up your toys. Look at Brave, he can’t walk around without hurting himself.”
“Nu! Wan PWAY!” She fought against his grip, the start of a tantrum. He set Angel on the floor facing the mess.
“I’m not asking, I’m telling. You are going to pick up this room. You are going to teach your new fluffy friends to pick up the toys as well.” Robert didn’t think he was a bad fluffy owner, but Angel needed to know that he meant business. Angel stomped her hoof in anger. The foals stared at her, their playing stopped, confused looks all around. Robert smacked Angel hard on the rump.
“NU! Nu gif owies! Bad daddeh!” He swatted at her nose, harder this time. “Huuu! OWIES!” Her hooves rubbing her nose, tears leaking out.”
“Put away your toys. No complaining. Teach the foals. Or you’re going to get a spanking. Don’t be a bad fluffy.” Robert’s hands were on his hips, trying to look intimidating.
“Angel nu bad fwuffy…” She whined and sniffled, her head down. “Angel teach babbehs.” She picked up the block in front of her, one of the many dozen strewn about, and carried it to the box. Bright and Robin quickly followed her example. They didn’t want to be bad fluffies, bad fluffies get owies! Brave slowly made his way to the bed with the stuffed animal he was playing with and curled up next to it.
She padded over to another block and stepped in a puddle of urine. “Bad peepee!” Her hooves skittering about the floor away from the puddle. Brave kept silent, his ears perked, remaining still. Robin and Bright both stopped, starting at Angel, quiet as their brother. “Bad fwuffy make peepee on fwoow!” She was angry now. First her daddeh gave her owies, now she walked through smelly peepee.
Robin clearly saw where she was standing, the puddle, his still damp tail hung limply between his legs. He was a bad fluffy! He knew it, his daddeh told him so before. He hunkered down, covering his eyes. He didn’t mean to be a bad fluffy, he was just confused and lost. Bright couldn’t ask where the litter box was, his mouth had gotten the worstest owies before. Robin was shaking, terrified. He pulled a hoof down and peeked up to see Angel bringing a hoof down, smacking him in the head. With a loud gurgling scream he was left with owies on his head and his back side covered in scawy poopies.
Angel yelled, “Bad fwuffy! Nu gud fwuffy! Gud fwuffy use witta bawks!” Smack! Smack!
“STOP THAT!” Robert roared.
“Bad fwuffy get owies.” Her hoof raised again.
Robert’s patience was wearing thin. “If you hit him again, you’re gonna get the sorry stick and sorry box.”
“NU! Angel gud fwuffy!” She started shaking and ran to her bed, cowering next to Brave.
Robert disappeared and quickly returned, wiping up the puddle. He pushed the toys away from the mute red Pegasus, his new fluffy family already a wreck. This was going to be a long long night. Robin laying in a pile of scared poopies, shaking and silently crying. “Angel, you’re going to pick up the toys all by yourself. When I come back, they better be put away.” He picked up the filthy pony, he really hated giving them baths almost as much as they hated getting them.
She sniffled and slowly uncurled herself. She was in trouble and she knew it. There were so many toys! It wasn’t fair! Sometimes her daddeh was so mean! She kicked a block towards the box. Stupid blocks go in the stupid box. She padded over and picked it up dropping it inside. One down, many many more to go.
He left the room carrying a smelly shit covered foal. Robin’s brothers were cowering together on the bed as the door closed. He hoped that if Angel acted up or hit one of the foals they could at least tattle on her. Poor Robin couldn’t do that. This wasn’t the happy family he was hoping for, he felt sorry for the broken Pegasus in his hands.
With a free hand he turned on the kitchen sink. This sink sure has seen its share of fluffy washing. Good thing he was a bachelor and rarely used it for anything else anyway. He held Robin under the water and washed the fluffy quickly. Robin offered little resistance.
Moments later Robert was sitting on the couch with a pink and red Pegasus on his lap. Robin sat quietly, his fluff dry and clean, staring up at his new daddeh. Robert sighed. Roberts hand lightly petting Robin’s head.
Robin nuzzled his head against the warm hand and gave his new daddeh the biggest hug his little fluffy body could.
Robert’s head fell back, his face wet.