The Huggies and Wub Daycare was run by hugboxers.
(Pause for boos)
Then one day the elderly owners sold it.
The new owner entered the daycare and walked to the front desk, a fluffy in her arms.
Coral, who was manning the front desk that day looked up.
“Oh, hello! You must be the new owner, I got your email.”
The woman (who had a very specific haircut) nodded. Her name was Karen Killdemall Kunt.
“Yes, I’m Karen and this is Johnny.”
Johnny was a fluffy.
A pegasus fluffy.
His fluff was styled in a super expensive way that also looked incredibly shitty. His teeth had eventually rotted out from refusing to eat anything except spaghetti and milk and eating the cigarette butts his mummah dropped (and drinking her spilled silly water and eating her spilled silly powder), but his mummah had had a fluffy dentists put in new ones that had been ripped out of other fluffies while they were still awake and screaming.
Johnny was a spoiled brat who had been denied nothing by his equally spoiled mummah.
The only reason he wasn’t a smarty was because fluffies don’t have to be smarties to be horrible.
Coral brought Johnny back to the other fluffies in the daycare playroom and set him down.
A brown earthie walks up to Johnny.
“Hewwo! Be nyu fwiend fow Cocoa?”
Johnny smacked Cocoa on his nose. Cocoa backed off, sobbing at his bleeding nose.
“Huuhuu, wai gibe gud Cocoa smeww-pwace huwties? Nu du anyting wong!”
Johnny sneered.
“Dummeh! Poopie fwuffy nu can be Johnny’s fwiend, yu am ugwyface and poopie and bad!”
Cocoa trotted off crying and curled up in the corner.
A tan and brown fluffy trotted up angrily.
“Yu nu gibe huwties tu Peanut Buttew’s fwiend! Cocoa am gud fwuffy, yu am big meanie!”
Johnny turned around.
“Poopy fwuffies get poopies! Take sowwy-poopies!”
Peanut got sprayed with poop, then ran off crying.
Coral came into the room to see how Johnny was getting along and gasped in shock.
“What are you doing, Johnny?!”
Johnny giggled.
“Johnny am showing dummeh poopie fwuffies dewe pwace.”
Coral shook her head.
“Johnny, no fluffies are ‘poopie’ and good fluffies don’t hurt other fluffies or poop on them.”
“Wut du yu no? Mummah saysies dat bwack and bwown hoomins am just dummeh fiwfy nig-”
“-Get off my fluffy!”
Karen had stormed into the back room, violating daycare policy in doing so.
Coral was furious.
“Johnny’s been bullying and beating the other fluffies. I’m going to have to-”
“-You’ll do no such thing! My Johnny is an angel and he can do whatever he wants!”
“Dat’s wite! Johnny du wut Johnny want aww da timesies!”
Coral was going to be protest further, but then she realized her job was on the line.
Karen sensed weakness and pounced on it.
“Johnny is going to be put in with the rest of the fluffies, you’re going to let him do whatever he wants to them, and if I find out anything happened to make him unhappy then your ass is mine!”
“Johnny wants enfie-mawe! Nu cawe if babbeh ow mawe!”
Karen motioned to Johnny.
“Like that.”
“But we don’t have any mares at the daycare right now,” Coral protested, “and even if we did their owners wouldn’t put up with them being raped and brutalized!”
Karen scoffed.
“Then get a mare in there. And if her owner complains tell them to talk to my husband’s lawyers!”
Karen walked out the door while laughing evilly.
As she exited a man entered with a fluffy mare walking next to him.
“Hi, I’d like to drop off my fluffy here just for today. Her name’s Amber.”
The fluffy on the floor giggled at that, but said nothing.
Coral slumped in defeat, it looked like Johnny would get his victim after all.
She looked down at the sign-in sheet.
It looked like the owner had reflexively written in “Jonathan Mo-” and then crossed it out.
Then Coral looked at the man’s fluffy.
She was a fluffy.
A red pegasus fluffy.
Coral reached down, picked up the fluffy, and brought her back along with Johnny.
Coral didn’t stay to watch, her heart couldn’t take it.
Johnny tittered as he stalked towards ‘Amber.’ The other daycare fluffies hung back in fear.
“Teehee, Johnny gunna enf yu untiw yu fowebeh sweepies, den gunna enf yu mowe! Bad enfies feew su much bettew den gud wuns, bad enfies gibe bestest gud feews!”
Scarlet, daughter of Crimson and like her father a psychotic cannibal serial killer fluffy, smirked.
“We see hu enfs hu.”
.
Hours later Coral was trying to explain.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Kunt, but Johnny’s nowhere to be found!”
Karen was having none of it.
“Don’t you try this on me!”
Meanwhile Jonathan Mongola was picking up Scarlet and halfway to the door.
Karen continued.
“I have a tracker attached to Johnny’s collar, we’ll see where he is right now!”
She pulled out her phone and pulled up the app.
Then she looked where the app indicated Johnny was.
Scarlet felt the beeping in her stomach and felt its content shifting.
Scarlet started burping, then belched up Johnny’s entire skeleton and collar.
Jonathan looked at Scarlet.
Karen looked at Scarlet.
Coral looked at Scarlet.
Scarlet, Coral, and Karen looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan ran out the door and got in his car, then drove off quickly.
Karen had a heart attack and fucking died.
Author’s Note: Jonathan Mongola and Scarlet belong to @BFM101