Abandoned Angel
Part 30: Women, Can’t Live With ‘Em
Runt curled his body against his mother, Rose, as best he could. He usually tried to bury his head under her fluff, but it was getting harder to do as she grew larger. He knew she was going to have babbehs soon. Hopefully they would be good babbehs and play with him. Quickly he squashed that thought down. No one wants to play with a bad fluffy such as him. If only he was a good fluffy, his mummah wouldn’t have made his rear legs not work and his wings not work. At least his fluff had mostly grown back by now.
Runt tried to sleep, even if it was during the day. When Rose was awake she only sang to her babbehs. Did she sing to him when he was a babbeh? Runt didn’t know. Runt only slept and ate and pooped. He couldn’t play much, it was too hard to get to the toys. It wasn’t even fun playing with the only two blocks he had for toys. He only wanted to play and get huggies. He never got huggies either. His mummah had no legs. She never had legs. And his daddeh, Flame, would never give him huggies, he would get a bop on the nose if he tried.
Rose rolled a bit, or tried to. It was over a week ago since she got special huggies which gave her the funny tummy babbeh feel. She was so happy. Her mummah loved it when she had babbehs. Rose loved having babbehs. Her last litter went away. Her babbehs always go away. Except Runt. Runt stayed. But she paid him no mind. Lately Runt only wanted to lay about and try to crawl under her. Maybe he wanted miwkies. No! Rose thought, a burst of anger flowed through her, miwkies are for babbehs! Babbehs! She loved babbehs and her mummah! That’s all that mattered for her.
Mary walked in due for her daily check and feeding of her fluffies. Every time she opened the door it was déjà vu. Rose babbled on about “wub mummah” and “gud babbehs!” Flame cowered in the corner, terrified of her. Runt pushed himself farther under Rose. That was almost comical seeing a full grown fluffy try to squeeze under a pregnant one.
“Rose, how are the babbies doing?” Mary asked, ruffling the lime green fluff.
“Babbehs gwowin’! Gud babbehs! Mumma wub babbehs. Wose wub babbehs!” She rocked a bit side to side as she started to hum, ready to break out in song.
“Aren’t you just the best little fluffy baby maker ever?” Mary gave Rose more scratches, she knew she had to keep Rose pleasant and healthy otherwise it may affect the pregnancy. Her free hand grabbed Runt’s tail and she forcefully dragged Runt away from the bed. “Don’t you dare try to steal her milk.”
Runt was shaking in fear, and pain as he held back scary poopies. “Wunt nu steaw miwk…. Wunt be gud fwuffy…”
“Good, because these babies are already better fluffies than you,” Mary’s hand twisted his tail eliciting a yelp.
“Pwease, nu huwt Wunt. Wunt gud fwuffy!” His tail had terrible owies, his still healing legs had owies too.
“Flame, what happens to bad fluffies that make mommy angry?” Mary shot Flame the sweetest look she could muster, Runt’s tail still in her hand.
Flame answered quietly, “Mummah gib bad fwuffies owies.”
“Runt, do you want to be a good fluffy?”
“Wunt wan be gud fwuffy fow mummah!” Runt didn’t move, Mary had a firm, almost painful, grip on his tail.
“Do you want to be the best fluffy?”
He was nearly in tears now, “Wunt wan be best fwuffy fow mummah!”
Mary released his tail and lifted him up gently, surprising Runt. “Bad fluffies get owies. Terrible owies. You know that, right?” Runt nodded, too afraid to speak. “But the best ask for owies.”
Runt couldn’t hold it any longer and the scary poopies fell to the floor making quite a mess. Softly, “Best fwuffy ask for owies?”
“Yes.” Her voice now cold and she gave a painful squeeze. “Are you going to be the best fluffy?”
Runt squirmed as best he could in her grip, terror in his eyes. “Wunt wan be… wan be best fwuffy…” Somehow his fluffy brain understood, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to be the best fluffy. He wanted his mummah to love him. “Wunt wan owies.” The room spun and went dark.
“Daddeh, Angel wan spechew fwend. Pwease?” She pouted, sometimes that worked on daddeh. Sometimes. She didn’t want any of the younger fluffies in her herd. They were fwends, not spechew fwends.
“No, no, no. Not at all.” Dammit, Robert thought, he should’ve gotten them fixed. Maybe it wasn’t too late? Sounds like a call to Susan was in order. He wasn’t against the idea of letting Angel have babies, but four fluffies were plenty for him.
“Pwease, daddeh?” Angel begged, patting at his knee with her hooves.
“Awww, c’mon, Robert. Don’t you want dozen of fluffy babies running around?” Erin teased him. “Maybe I could even have one of them.” Erin kneeled down next to Robert, petting Angel, “If you have babies, could I have one?” Erin asked Angel.
Angel was quiet for a moment. “Ewen be gud mummah?”
“The best!” Erin smiled, giving Angel a good scratch into her mane.
“Ewen can hab babbeh!” Angel exclaimed. “Angel wan babbehs!”
Erin giggled again. She never had any fluffies, and they were adorable. Lots of work, it seemed, but, maybe, just maybe she’d have one of her own. “See, Robert, you already found a home for one.”
“Yeah, no. Nope. Angel, you’ve got friends. You aren’t having babies.” Robert grumbled, wondering if if was too late to have her fixed if he could separate her from the others. Bright was certainly mature enough to ‘know in the biblical sense’ the stuffed animal, and Robert didn’t want Bright to ‘know’ Angel.
Robin ran over to Erin, she was pretty! She smelled pretty too! Daddeh always brought the best friends over for them to play with. Erin picked him up and gave him a big hug. After she set him down he ran over to Angel’s forgotten ball and pushed it to Erin, wanting to play. She tossed the ball and he ran as fast as his fluffy legs could carry him. He rushed back, pushing and kicking the ball to Erin.
“They’re pretty energetic, do they have enough toys?” Erin asked Robert.
“Yeah, plenty of toys. Bright and Robin are inseparable. Angel mostly plays with Robin when she joins in. Brave, well, he mostly likes to lay about and cuddle. He’s really laid back.” Brave, hearing his name decided it was time to join in and trotted over. Robert picked up Brave as Angel pouted.
Robert and Erin spent a good part of an hour playing with the fluffies. Angel even stopped pouting to join in the fun, not wanting to be left out. Bright had finished up with the stuffed animal but was too tired to play, he laid down next to Erin, enjoying the post-coitus pettings.
He left the safe room door open to allow the fluffies to roam freely as Erin joined him in the kitchen. That evening he ordered pizza for himself and Erin, and a cheese pizza for the fluffies. The day ended for the fluffies with Robert and Erin watching a movie on the couch. Angel and Robin curled up against Erin while Bright and Brave kept Robert warm, all four sleeping through the movie.
Erin and Robert carried the fluffies to their room, letting them sleep in the bed. “You know,” Erin began, “we’re not co-workers anymore.”
“No, we’re not.” Robert’s day just got better.
Erin returned to the living room and put on her coat, “Too bad you’re not single.” Erin laughed. Robert groaned. Erin gave Robert a hug and left for the night. Women, can’t live with ‘em… And that’s about it.
