Abandoned Angel
Part 42: So Much To do
Robert carried Angel back to the safe room and gathered up Brave. Time for another chat with his fluffies. He hoped, so badly, that maybe they could understand some complex rationale. Brave had knocked up Angel, his adorable female fluffy. She had begged many times for a special friend, and each time Robert had to deny her. This, unfortunately, was ultimately his fault for neglecting to take his fluffies to the vet to get fixed. And leaving a fertile and sexually mature mare locked in a room with two sexually mature stallions, well, what did he expect?
He sat Brave down on the couch next to him. The second heart to heart underway. “Brave, do you know what you did to Angel?”
Brave was silent for a moment. The fluffy rubbed his chin with his hoof and tilted his head, all in contemplation. “Nu?”
Maybe Brave wasn’t as smart as he thought. “You knocked her up.” Brave only looked a bit confused.
“Bwave nu knock.”
Robert’s hand acted of it’s on volition and he face-palmed. Hard. “You gave Angel special hugs. You made her pregnant. She is going to give birth, have babies. Reproduction.”
“Siwwy daddeh. Bwave gif best spechew huggies fow Angel. Angel smeww su pwetty.” Brave practically beamed with pride.
“Buddy, Brave… You have to stop giving her special huggies, understand? I can’t keep too many fluffies. There isn’t enough room. There isn’t enough food.” Robert went back to the tried and true tactic when dealing with fluffies, lie! “Daddy only had food for so many fluffies, then there won’t be enough food. No more nummies. Then babies will get tummy owies and they’ll have forever sleepies.”
Brave looked terrified, “Buh… gud babbehs nee gud nummies and miwkies!”
“That’s right, they do. So, you need to ask daddy permission for special hugs from now on. If you get Angel pregnant again without permission, you’ll be a bad fluffy. And what happens to bad fluffies?”
Brave could only whisper, “bad fwuffies see mummah…”
Robert frowned, that took a very dark turn. Flame must have told them that many times before the three were gifted to him and showered with love and affection. “Bad fluffies get the sorry stick and sorry box. Only the worst fluffies see May… er… mommy.” Mary must have been the last sight Brave had ever seen, and that thought scared Robert, right to his core.
“Bwave bad fwuffy if make babbehs wif out askin’ daddeh?”
“Exactly.” That didn’t go nearly as badly as expected. He didn’t have the heart to tell them that the foals would have to be sold or given away, not yet at least. Maybe Susan, Erin’s sister, would want a foal or two or eight.
Angel watched from the bed as Robin played with the nummie smelling ball. She was all played out. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her stomach where her babies were growing. She was so happy, she couldn’t describe it. She was a good fluffy and would have good babies. No… She was the BEST fluffy, her babies would be the BEST.
Angel paused, her tiny fluffy brain working. She vaguely remembered getting spechew huggies. Two bright times in a row she woke up with her backside sticky and sore. After that, Brave acted much nicer towards her. And his hugs were the best! Almost the best, hugs from daddeh were the bestest. She was so confused as to what it was and why she had owies. But somehow, deep down, she knew it was good. It was the third time for spechew huggies that she had been awake when Brave nuzzled against her. It was the third time for spechew huggies she woke Brave up asking for babbehs.
It didn’t take her long to figure out that the smell on her was of Brave, it was different. Stronger. Brave’s fluff had smelled prettier than before, too. And he was smart. And kind. And so very nice. She wanted babbehs so badly. Bright had been taken away before she could decide on him. And Robin, well, he didn’t seem interested. She hugged her stomach again and hummed off key to her growing babbehs.
Later that day Robert was watching the television while his fluffies played in the living room. Erin was coming by after work. She had wanted to see the fluffies, the foals, and maybe even him. Just thinking of her made him smile. Erin had been very compassionate during the Mary incident. It helped that he had worked with her for several years and they knew each other pretty well, but fraternizing was against company policy so they kept it platonic. Now that his department was sold off, that didn’t hold them back.
“Knock knock!” The door handle rattled. Ever since Mary snuck in, Robert made extra care to keep his door locked. Erin had the habit of just announcing her knocking and barging in at the office.
Angel, Brave and Robin ran to the door. Angel, always the best at stating the obvious, “Ewen! Daddeh! Ewen hewe!” All three started patting their hooves against the door, begging for it to open.
“Who’s there?” Robert shouted loud enough for Erin to hear through the door.
“Are the fluffies at the door?” Erin shouted back.
“Yeah, who’s there?” He laughed, still not letting her in.
Erin shouted, his neighbors could most likely hear her, “SPAGHETTI DELIVERY!”
Angel and Robin’s head whipped around, their eyes wide, piercing Robert. “Sketti?!” All three went crazy. Angel started running in a small circle while Robin danced in place.
Brave trotted up to Robert, “Angel gud fwuffie, Wobin gud fwuffie, Bwave gud fwuffie… Sketti pwease?”
Erin set down her beer and chuckled again. “You’re gonna cook? Can you even make spaghetti?”
Robert made a face at her. “I’m going to have to learn, aren’t I?” Robert left the sauce to simmer. “Want to see Mary’s parting gift?” Robert didn’t let her answer. He took her hand into his own and led her into the garage.