Abandoned Angel
Part 24: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
-Thanks! You too!-
He finally responded, and Mary was pleased. While not an outright confirmation of his love, it was good enough for now. She squealed happily, rolling on her bed. She needed to share this with someone! She climbed out of her bed and slid her feet into her slippers. She didn’t want to scare her fluffies, oh no, not with such good news!
She kept the lights off for the hall and crept into the safe room. The light from their night light was enough for her to see. Mary wasn’t worried, there were only two blocks kept in the room as toys, she didn’t want to spoil her fluffies. A spoiled fluffy was the worst. Silently she crept to the fluff pile on the meager bed. Rose never moved, not that she could, since Mary performed the amputation. Her giant lime green fluff occupied the majority of the bed. Flame and Runt were curled next to Rose, her special friend and her offspring respectively.
“Flame,” she whispered next to his ear, “You’re going to get a new daddy soon.” Flame jumped!
Flame awoke with such a start he gave himself scary poopies and screamed, his little legs scrambling over Rose trying to get away. Rose awoke, Flame trampling over her to get to safety, “MUNSTA!” Poor little Runt, his back legs useless, tried to drag himself from the screaming and the shit covered bed.
Mary patted Rose on the head, “Sweetie, I’m no monster.” Calming Rose down was easy, Flame pressed his body into the corner, shaking, crying. Runt managed to get away from the bed, straining to pull himself with his front legs. He had learned to not be the center of attention when his Mummah was in the room.
“Flame, Rose, Runt, we’re going to be getting a new daddy, aren’t you happy?” Mary sweetly crooned.
“Wose happeh! Wub daddeh!” Rose, oblivious to the pile of filth she was now laying in, was overjoyed! She always wanted a daddeh, one that could take care of her mummah and shower her and Flame and Run with lots of love and attention.
“Runt, are you happy? You’ll have a proper daddy.” Runt nodded, unable to look his mummah in the eyes.
“Wunt happeh if mummah happeh.” The young, partially shaved fluffy spoke quietly. “Wan mummah be happeh.
“Flame? What about you?” The sweetness left Mary’s voice. “Come over here and tell me.”
Flame pulled himself from the corner and slowly padded over to the bed. “Fwame happeh if mummah happeh.” His voice shaking.
“That’s right. And this makes me happy. But you made a mess. You better clean it up. It better be all clean by the morning.” The threat left unspoken, but clearly there. Flame knew what happened if he disobeyed.
“Fwame cwean.”
“Good.” Mary patted Flame on the head. He was brave and didn’t pull away, but his shaking body betrayed himself. Mary returned to her bed, leaving her fluffies to dream of a new daddy, to her own dreams of Robert.
Mary awoke before her alarm, a start to a wonderful day. She went about her routine, preparing breakfast and setting out her work clothes. It was still dark out as she opened the safe room. Flame had cleaned up, he was always such a good fluffy. They stirred moments after she turned the light on. She prodded Flame with her foot, “Get to work.”
Flame groggily got up, “Wha? Wowk?” He looked confused, it was early and she did just wake him up. He blinked and rubbed his face with his hooves.
Mary grabbed his ear and twisted. “Babbies. Get. To. Work.” He yelped and jumped on Rose, waking her fully. Fear and pain were a great motivator. Not even Runt, cowering next to Rose kept Flame from Mary’s command.
“Wose make gud babbehs!” Rose exclaimed! Clearly not upset about Flame mounting her.
Mary, however, wasn’t pleased with Flame’s performance and flicked him in the nose repeatedly. Once Flame finished she filled up their bowl with cheap kibble and left. Sometimes it was so hard taking care of fluffies. But soon she’d be married, and ready for kids of her own. Her and Robert, married. The rest of her morning was full of happy thoughts, a smile on her face the whole time.
Robert also started his day early, an hour earlier precisely. He even was going to go to work an hour late, which gave him an extra two hours to, hopefully, take care of Angel. He prepared the usual two bowls of food and silently entered the safe room. The three fluffies were sleeping soundly and he had no intention of waking them yet. Bright, Brave, and Robin each received a light petting before he set about the daunting task of checking on Angel. Prepared for the worst he donned his most disposable clothing.
The garage reeked. He promised to himself the next day above freezing he would leave the main door open to air it out and spray the floor down with the hose. Maybe bleach, too. No way anything else would get that awful smell out. Nor would he dare park his car in the garage until it received a deep deep cleaning.
He turned on the light, the sight of Angel was almost heartbreaking. She was shivering, her hooves covered in shit as It leaked out the front. Her eyes were half open and bloodshot. Angel didn’t get any sleep, nor could she get into any comfortable position, but that was the point of the sorry box, wasn’t it? “Angel, why are you in the sorry box?”
Angel trembled, her daddeh was here to save her! She tried to call out, to yell for him, but only a whisper escaped, “Daddeh… su cowd…” It was cold, he noticed. Probably too cold. Had she died he would have never forgiven himself. “Daddeh… Angel nu be bad fwuffy agin. Pwease wet out… pwease? Daddeh?”
“Why were you in the sorry box?” He steeled himself, he couldn’t crumble or it was all for naught. “What did you do that made me put you in the sorry box?”
Her voice got quiet, small, “Angel nu wisten tu daddeh. Angel nu put bwoks in bawks.” Fresh tears soaked into her fur. “Angel weg owies. Pwease, daddeh, hewp? Angel wub daddeh.”
Maybe it finally sank into her little fluffy brain, Robert thought. Good thing, as he didn’t want to have to deal with this again. Ever. Robert pulled her cold and shivering body from the sorry box. Angel tried to reach for him, but every movement from her legs made her whimper in pain. He cradled her, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the water and set her down in the tub once it was warm.
Angel didn’t even protest, no shouts of “bad wawa” at all. She stood still, shivering, even under the warm water. Robert gently cleaned her fur, she winced each time he touched her legs. It took nearly a half hour to fully wash off Angel. He was proud of her, not complaining once. Robert left her standing in the tub and returned in fresh clean clothes. His first set of clothes went straight to the trash, Robert knew better than to try to save them.
Finally dried off, he brought Angel back to the safe room and allowed her to eat, and eat she did. Both bowls were empty now. Her stomach full, her body warm, Robert could tell she was ready to pass out with her face in the dish. He picked her up and set her onto the bed, allowing her to nestle with the other fluffies. A great big happy fluff pile once again.