Hey, guys i greet everyone here! I’ve been with FC for like a 2 months allready but before I;d just commenting stuff, no pics or stories. Now I have got an idea to write about, i’m writing it here. Feel free to comment! OK, here we go:
You are a middle-aged man. Somewhat middle-aged, cause you had celebrated your 35th birthday just a couple of month ago. Your name is Alexander Novikov & you were once a middle manager in a medium sized private company supplying construction tools and all-that-stuff-of-a-kind at the regional level somewhere in Ural region.
Yup, you are a regular normal Russian citizen. Two most notable thing about you is 1st: you really liked to fix stuff yoursel. You liked fixing stuff so much that you even quit your job and went self-employed. Yup, it didn’t bring you money (and to be honest, you lost more by quitting your previous job), but at least you are happy and you have a feeling that you are in your place, which means you have harmony with nature and people around you.
You met such things as Fluffies when you were 30.
Your country was the last to pass laws giving furry status as bio-toys and pests. Government representatives did not see the point in this, they considered them to be ordinary animals, which require protection from the side of the law.
They thought…
Until fluffies littered the lake with their corpses, which was used to draw water to cool the reactor at the Beloyarsk nuclear power plant. And when their half-decomposed corpses clogged the pump bell, the reactor overheated and the country got the “Second Chernobyl”/ Only after that disaster Officials realized that they fed enough, and RF got in the line in that matter.
You were 33 when that happened.
The second notable thing about you is that you decided to be a pure neutral, like third side between your two best friends, which were a kind of radicals in that matter.
One of them, Michael, were a “pure” so-called “Hugboxer”. He were ready tu give hugs and pets his fluffies at any given moment. Nearly to the point of licking their shit after them. You didn’t get the point in that behavior. You see it unhealthy. Oh, also he run a local Fluffy Farm, trying to make money out from prestige-colored well-trained alicorn foals. As far as you know, he got such foals only once, and they were insta-killed by their mummas bacause of “Ou awe munsta babeh! Nee give ou foweba sweepees”… He were pissed off, so he gave that mare to you second best friend, being unable to get rid of it himself.
The second, Oleg, were as much opposite from Michael, as it could be. He is e very cruel, sadistic, but inventive so-called “Abuser”. You also didn’t got the point in hurting those “things”, for “just because” reason. These is also seemed unhealthy to you.
Seeing them throwing insults at each other and even fight to prove the’re right, render you pissed off really fast.
Above that matter, you three are best friends, which will help each other at any given circumstances, 'cause you’ve known each other since the age of three, when the three of you went to kindergarten. you rememberd that you had a big-big three-way fight nearly instantly & got punished all together. That “Crime & Punishment” stuff “glued” you three together for the entire life.
You even have a fluffy yourself. Actually, that wasn’t your first fluffy. You already changed five of them, that whitish salad pegasus with dull smoky grey-yellow hooves, mane & tail and dull light gray eye coloration actually your 6th fluffy. His predecessors managed to kill themselves out of the blue so that, however, it is very typical for fluffies:
-The first choked on a cherry seed and died before you could help him (you went to the kitchen to pour yourself tea and did not have time to return) he lived with you for almost 3 months;
-The second choked when he drank from a drinker - he lived with you for a couple of months;
-The third one got a stroke from fear when he looked out the window and looked at the ground (you live on the 20th floor, yeah) - this one died the next day after you bought it from a friend;
-The fourth considered himself the smartest and decided to run away from the “stupid” you, he fled to the balcony, where he died at night (it was the beginning of December, and winters in Russia are harsh, whatever you say) - he lived with you for a month;
-The fifth lived the longest - almost a year, until he went with you to the village to your parents, where he overate dill in their garden. As it turns out, dill acts like a local anesthetic on Fluffies,render him extremely thirsty along the way, so he drank and drank and drank until he burst his belly. Father’s anniversary was irrevocably spoiled, because it happened right in front of him…
Your last fluffy, btw, was the best fluffy yet to come: he was selfless, cuddly, loving & well-trained. You Called him Andrey(Andrew). He tried to demand only once, but never repeated. There were a reason for that: When he tried to demand, you just had grabbed him by his mane and went to you Abuser friend, Alexey, where you force him to watch what Alexey do to the feral fluffy you managed to catch along the way to his house. While Alexey do his bloody joy, your fluffy were corked, stretched and his eyes were opened wide and fixed in one position to watch the feral right opposite the Alexey, with feral being between. After Alexey finished his joy(which took 4 hours of endless torment), rendering the feral go derp himself w/o hitting “Wan die”-cycle, you told to Andrey that one more demand and he will be the next Alexeys client. After that Andrey became literally “silky”.
So, let’s go back to our rams, or rather to the one specific ram: you allready got a nickname over a local neighborhood - Mr.Fixer, 'cause you can fix anything from a burned-out electric kettle and radio to a leaky roof and a sagging porch. Ыmall things like kettles or radio, you took to your apartment, relatively large ones went to your workshop, what you made from your garage. Today’s order was one of those rare orders when you had to go to the place, because, you got to get a leaky roof fixed.
When you were almost out, Andrey looked out off his saferoom, made from the locker room:
-Whewe daddeh gu? can Andwey gu wif daddeh?
-“No, Andrey, you can’t. You need to stay at home. thats a job for whole day, you’ll get tired really soon.”
-Bu, daddeh, Andrey wuv ou an’ wan hewp ou!
-“Still “NO”, it’ll be surely dangerous to you, you’ll surely harm yourself, if i took you with me”…
-Bu daddeh, Andwey nu mean huwtin Andwey! Andwey jus’ wan’ to hewp! Daddeh nu wuv Andwey anymowe?Huuu-u-uu… Don’ weave Andwey awone!! Hu-hu-hu-u-u-u…(sobbing)
Looking at this little whiner that was rolling on the floor, smearing tears and snot all over his face, you decided with a heavy sigh to go against your own rules and take him with you. “Well, he’ll can carry light consumables and same light tools to me” - you thought. But you still had a bad feeling about whole that idea.
-“OK pal, I’ll take you with me”, you said
-Weawwy? Andwey wuv daddeh! Wuv, wuv, wuv, WUV DADDEH!!
Your fluffy start frolickind around, yelling his “Wuv daddeh! Wuv daddeh!”. There was no sign of what had just happened. You sighed again, looking at him. You’ve always been surprised at the speed with which fluffies change their behavior.
You took your light coat upon yourself and, after grabbing your fluffy under his belly with your arm, left your appartment. Later then on, while you drove tothe site where job is, you accasionally throw a swift sight upon him, to get sure he’s allright(hee still humming “wuv daddeh” nearly silently, staring at you), you still had a bad feeling about what can happen, so you decided to prevent him to harm himself.
When you got to the site, you sow a large two-floored house, so you definitly need a safety belt, if you gonna fix it. You went out from your car, grabbing Andrey with you, and went to the front door, knocking it loudly. After a minut, when the door had opened, you greet the owner(an old man over his 70th) and asked where you need to fix his roof. After the answer, you asked the owner, would he look after your fluffy, while you do your job, also asked to look after your fluffy and not letting him eat garden herbs(especially dill) & not letting him meet ferals, if he would be kind anough. Owner of the house agreed to that.
It were bright, sunny and very warm(if not to say hot) day in the middle of summer, so that deep-blue metal roof were frying hot. Leaving your fluffy to wiggle around the yard under supervision of the owner, you went up to the attic to see where the holes are. Thankfully, there were just a 3 holes - two on one side and one larger one on the other, where the in-out window were.
All you have to do is unscrew the fasteners of the metal roof, tightly glue the wide rubber patch, and then screw everything back. Easy, but it take it’s time.
After 4 hours under the sun on piping hot roof, you’ve nearly done. When you glued the rubber patch, and start to lay it back where it should be, you had heard a loud Daddeh nee’ hewp? from the side where the in-out window were. Because you were head deep into the labor, it frightened you a bit, so you lost a grip on the roof sheet, which in turn had dropped on your feet. with short yelp, you fall down on the roof and slided over the corner, laft hanging upside-down on the safety belt.
Next thing you heard were Daddeh? Daddeh feww!! Nee’ hewp daddeh! and you sow your fluffy jumped above you from the corner. Then you heard NU WIKE! NU WIKE!! WHA WINGIES WON’ WOWK?! EEEEEEEEEE!!! THUD!! peep cheerp cheerp Kaph-kaph wheeze peep wheeze peep Kaph-kaph wheeze peep peep wheeze cheerp wheeze wheeze peeppeeppeep cheerp Kaph-kaph-kaph
When you finally managed to right yourself properly and latch on the corner, lifting you back up on the roof, you go back into the attic, unlock the belt, and rushed all the way down to see, can you help your fluffy if it possible. Also to ask WTF happened that the owner let him go all the way up. First you saw an awner, he vere sitting on the First you saw the owner of the house, he was sitting in his rocking chair on the back porch, where he sat to look after your fluff, and dozed peacefully. It seems, apparently, the slow gentle rocking of the chair put him to sleep, letting your fluffy out from supervision. After that, you run around the house to see what happened to you fluffy.
He were in very poor state - lower jaw was completely crushed also as a left part of the upper jaw and cheek, right eye were popped out and hangin on the nerves and blood pipes, left one were also smashed inside the half-mangled skull. His left front leg were cracked open in cople of places, right front were just akwardly twisted. The skinn on the head were ripped opening the skull lid, the side were hanging above smashed eye. There also were several splintered ribs which sharp sides poped out here and there on both side of porr fluffy’s sides. But the worst case were just above his ribs and head: his lower body. It was snapped and twisted, so his dick were put into his nose, drippind urine and shit from his ass alll over his face.
Amazingly, he were still alive, yet surely not for long: you understood this when you heard his wheezing and hoarse breathing and a strained cough, and pale pink foam bubbled on his lips. When he coughed, drops of blood and some pink pieces flew out of his mouth, apparently - it was bits of his own lungs. His limbs slightly flail in his convulsions.
Somehow he managed to see you and he tried to ssob and yell:
-Sniff kaph-kaph wheeze wheeze “Wawweh… heww fwuffy…” peep kaph-kaph wheeze “Fwuffy haf owiefief” Sniff kaph-kaph “fu wuh owiefief” wheeze peep kaph wheeze “wa huffief” peep kaph-kaph wheeze wheeze peep “wu wu…” Kaph-kaph-kaph-kaph-wheee…
After a several loud and hoarse coughs, he finally died.
Well, now you surely now, WHY exactly you had a bad feelings about taking you fluffy with you…