Abandoned Angel
Part 32: Mutual of Feral’s Wild Kingdom
The winter thaw was in full force. Several days of melting snow signaled to the earth spring was on its way. Robert was enjoying his vacation. It wasn’t easy for him getting used to not waking up on a week day to get ready for work, but he was trying his best to be lazy. It was nearly noon as he was drinking his first cup of coffee, staring into his back yard. Four fluffies ran about his house.
His first fluffy, Angel, a blue Pegasus with green tail and mane, led the herd chasing after the chiming ball. Bright, the deaf yellow earth type with blue tail and mane, was right on her heels. Robin, the mute pink and red Pegasus, was close behind. Brave, the blind monochrome red unicorn, ran right into the couch, giving up the chase as he rubbed his nose and pouted.
Maybe they could use some more space to play, Robert thought. His yard wasn’t huge, but was partially fenced in. Sometimes a herd of fluffies would wander into his yard to decimate a patch of grass, but he didn’t mind. They didn’t terrorize his house and if any banged on his door he simply ignored them. It was harder to ignore them now. If any of his fluffies heard the ferals or strays begging they would run to the door and the cacophony of begging from each group was terrible to endure.
Angel was the loudest at begging. She wanted more friends. A special friend, complete with special huggies. And babies. Robert shook his head. He knew it was only a matter of time. Bright took to humping a stuffed animal, but beyond that none of the others showed any interest in mating, thankfully. Leaving the fluffies alone for a bit, Robert went to his back yard to survey.
The fence enclosed his back yard, but did not connect to the house. It was always like that. Not that Robert minded. Just estimating, he’d need about ten feet of fence to enclose one side of the fence and fifteen feet on the other side, including a gate. He didn’t need anything fancy as the neighborhood just used simple chain link. And with his free time, Robert figured he could do it himself. Sure, he got a nice bonus from work, but why waste money?
As if fate wanted to drive the point home, a roaming herd walked into his back yard. No way would Robert let his fluffies outside without proper fencing. The dozen fluffies walked right past Robert, eating at the grass. A swath of grass missing, the width of the herd, could be followed well past his neighbor’s house. They didn’t even look up, they just keep eating and walking.
“Hey, get lost.” Robert wasn’t even annoyed. His tolerance of fluffy attitudes had grown since he got his own.
One fluffy spoke up, “Nice hoomin wet fwuffies num gwassies?” The purple earth stallion looked at his herd and back to Robert. “Nu wan tummy owies. Pwease nu hewt hewd. Gud fwuffies num den weave.”
Well, this was quite a surprise. The herd leader wasn’t a unicorn, nor did it act like a smartie. Maybe the last time they tried this the smartie got what was coming to him. There was no demanding, nor begging, nor even threatening. “Well, since you asked nicely, sure, go for it. Eat up.”
“YAY! Hewd, nice hoomin wet us eat nummies!” The herd erupted into a chorus of “Wub hoomin!”
Robert just shrugged and walked away. He returned and occupied his time measuring the fence while the herd, with what he assumed was mostly strays, grazed about his yard. His job complete, it was nearly time for another shopping trip. He changed and made himself another cup of coffee. All four of his fluffies were squeezed onto the window bed Robert set up originally for just Angel. Eight hooves and four noses were pressed against the glass. Even Brave, who could faintly hear the fluffy babble through the glass.
Several of herd had moved into the front yard now. “Daddeh!” Angel shouted. “Wan pway wif fwuffies!” She bounced about on the window bed, nearly falling off.
“Nope.” Robert made a face as he took a sip of his coffee, too much sugar this time.
“Buh daddeh, wan fwiends! Angel wan spechew fwiend!” Robert regretted not getting her and the rest fixed earlier. Bright and Robin were humping the air now. Brave, unable to see or smell the feral mares just listened to the muffled voices. Angel hopped down from the window and ran over to Robert. “Angel gud fwuffy. Angel wan babbies!”
“Nope.” He topped off his cup. Mid sip, a great idea came to him. Maybe she should meet these other fluffies. “I know, why don’t I take you outside so you can meet them?”
Her eyes got wide and she pranced about, “Daddeh best daddeh!” Robert retrieved the harness and leash from the safe room. Angel giggled as he strapped the harness on her. “Siwwy daddeh, Angel nu run away.”
He led Angel out through the garage to the front yard where four of the ferals were grazing. He wanted Bright and Robin to see this. Angel pranced towards the four. “Hewwo fwiends!” Then the smell hit her. “Fwuffies nu smeww pwetty!” She practically shouted at them.
The largest of them, a very dirty and mud covered formerly bright green stallion, scowled at Angel, “Fwuffy nu smeww bad.” To prove this he sniffed at a dirty pink mark next to him. “Fwuffies nu smeww.” Clearly she wasn’t off to a good start.
Angel was oblivious to this, “Fwuffy am Angel. Wat yu name?” She watched as he started to circle her.
“Fwuffy am Weaf.” Leaf circled around her again, sniffing at her. Angel took another whiff of Leaf and shook her head, her eyes watered. Leaf smelled bad! His tail and rump were covered in poopies. Angel didn’t like that, not at all. “Angel pwetty mawe.” Angel jumped as his nose went near her tail. She didn’t want him there! He smelled bad!
Robert kept quiet, watching. No way would he let her get mounted and impregnated by Leaf, but Angel needed to learn that this wasn’t what she wanted. He watched as Leaf kept circling her, nudging her with his nose.
“Weaf wike Angel. Weaf wan babbies wif Angel. Gib gud spechew huggies. Angel wan be spechew fwiend?”
“Nu!” Angel batted at his nose, missing. She was upset, this smelly and dirty fluffy wasn’t going to get any from her, not at all. She didn’t want any smelly babies! Leaf batted at her nose, connecting. Angel let out a small chirp and held her nose with her hooves. “Why dummeh Weaf gib owies.”
“Mawe acting betta dan Weaf. Dummeh Angel. Wan spechew huggies!” He pushed at her side. She was clearly off balance holding her nose and stumbled forward, her rump now in the air. Bright and Robin watched through the window, no longer humping at the air, but now pounding at the window feebly with their tiny hooves. Their friend was in trouble!
As Leaf started to position himself to mount Angel, Robert prodded him with his foot, pushing him over. “Don’t think so, buddy.” Leaf looked up at Robert, clearly frustrated and tried again. And again Robert pushed him away with his foot, knocking the fluffy over onto his side. Robert yanked on the leash, forcing Angel up.
Angel ran behind her daddeh, he would protect her! She hugged the back of his leg, peeking around it. Leaf got up and stomped the ground, glaring at Robert, “Dummy hoomin, wet Weaf hab spechew huggies!” Robert pushed the stallion over again. Leaf got up again, and demanded again. Each time Robert pushed the stallion over. He had no desire to hurt any of the ferals, but he wasn’t going to let them have their way with Angel. This went on for several minutes until Leaf finally stayed down, grumbling, “Dummy hoomin.”
Robert and Angel weren’t paying attention to the others, now surrounded by the remaining herd. Angel yelped as two more stallions started sniffing at her tail. Robert scooped up Angel and returned to the safety of the house. Angel was shaking against him, whimpering. Unhooking the harness he set her on the bed. She ran to Robert, hugging his leg.
“Daddeh, dem fwuffies dummehs! Dey smewwed su bad! Nosie got owies!” She didn’t understand! They were so smelly and dirty and only wanted special huggies, but she didn’t want any from them. Angel wanted special huggies from a pretty smelling stallion. A good stallion that gave good huggies and was a good friend. “Angel nu unnastan!”
“Well,” Robert picked her up and stroked her mane, “they just wanted to mate. And to them, they don’t smell bad. They live outside, they’re wild. They don’t have daddies that feed them and take care of them.”
“Angel nu wan wild fwuffies! Dey dummehs!”
Robert nodded, “You should go let the others know you’re okay.” Angel didn’t need to go far as the three brothers were half into the safe room already. Robert closed the door behind him.
