Roger hummed a jaunty tune to himself as he exited the FluffMart, fresh bag of kibble in hand. It was a new brand, and more expensive too, but the ad had said that 9 out of 10 fluffies preferred it to any other brand of kibble. Nothing but the best for his special little man.
Rounding the corner on his way back to the spot he’d parked his car, Roger noticed something rotund and yellow on the ground - it was a fluffy! As he walked closer to it, the fluffy noticed Roger in turn, and immediately launched into a sales pitch.
“Pwease mistah! Fwuffy am su hungies! Mistah gib fwuffy a widdwe nummies? Fwuffy nu wan many nummies, onwy a widdwe… pwease?”
Roger’s heart melted at the sight. The poor thing certainly looked like it had been through some rough times: it’s fluff was dirty and matted, and the critter looked malnourished as well.
“Awww, you poor thing! What happened to you?” he asked, as he knelt down next to the yellow fluff and started petting it. The fluffy leaned into his pats in a way that was just too adorable.
“Fwuffy hab hewd an’ speciaw fwiend, bu’ fwuffy wost dem’. Nu kno whew’ fwuffy fwiends am nao. Nu can fin’ nummies fow fwuffy eithew huu huu huu,” it cried.
It really was terrible how bad stray fluffies had it out here, Roger thought. Few people cared about the wellbeing of fluffies out on the streets these days - most people would sooner stomp a fluffy’s head in before bother to help one in need. Roger was different though, he’d always had a soft spot for outcasts or so called “undesirables”. Here was a fluffy in need of help, and Roger had the means to give it, what more need he consider?
“Tell ya what, pal. How’s about you come with me, and I’ll get you some nice, tasty spaghetti to eat and a warm bed to sleep in?”
GASP “SKETTIES? YUS! FWUFFY WAN’ SKETTIES AND SOFT NESTIE, NICE MISTAH!”
Hoo boy, this one had some serious pipes on her. Well, guess it was a good sign she was still capable of being so energetic.
“Great! There’s just one thing I’d like you to help me with in return.” Roger said, smiling gently.
The excitable yellow fluffy cocked it’s head quizically to the side and asked: “Nice mistah nee’ fwuffy hewp? Wha’ for?”
Roger chuckled a bit, then replied, “See, I have another fluffy at home already - his name is Benny, and he’s a really sweet fluffy. But he doesn’t have any friends either, and I was thinking maybe you could play and make friends with him.”
The fluffy smiled widely, and excitedly agreed, excitedly hopping around Roger’s legs and babbling about how “fwuffy wubs nyu fwiends!” and “mistah am nicest mistah ebah!”
It took a few moments for Roger to calm the excitable yellow fluffy down a bit, enough for him to pick it up and carry it over to his car. The fluffy, predictably expressed trepidation at getting inside a “vroom-vroom munstah”, but Roger explained that his was a nice one, and that it would take them his house. With some more soft coaxing, the fluffy agreed to climb into the car and the two drove off towards Rogers house.
When the pair finally arrived, the sun was already beginning to set, casting a soft red-orange glow over the suburban neighborhood where Roger lived. As Roger unlocked the front door to his house, and motioned for the fluffy to step inside, it once again became extremely excited.
“Mistah housie am su pwetty! Can fwuffy hab sketties nao? Fwuffy stiww hungies - how time tiww sketties? Whewe am nyu fwiend? Mistah hab safe woom?” and on and on. Roger merely chuckled softly, and tried to calm the prancing little pony.
“Hold on pal, I’ll get you some nice fresh spaghetti soon, ok? But first, we need to get you clean. Don’t you want your fluff to be extra pretty for when you meet your new friend?”
The fluffy ceased its excited hopping, falling into thought for a moment. It sat on its haunches and seemed to examine itself. In the end it stood back up and said.
“Fwuffy nu wook pwetty… nu smeww pwetty eithew. Nice mistah gib’ cweanies?”
Roger nodded and made his way towards the bathroom, the fluffy following closely behind. Bath time for the stray fluffy ended up being relatively painless, barring the inevitable cries of “wawa am bad fow’ fwuffy!”, still, once it got used to the nice warm water and nice-smelling shampoo, it relaxed and even began to coo softly as Roger massaged the shampoo into its fluff. When he’d rinsed her off and dried her with a soft towel, Roger was pleased to see that the fluffy’s formerly dirty and matted coat of fluff had transformed into a shiny bright yellow. Truly, the $60 bottle of “no mow’ saddie wawas’” shampoo had been worth buying.
Bathtime done with, Roger led the fluffy to his kitchen, where he began preparing a fresh batch of spaghetti. He considered just using the canned stuff he gave to Benny most days, but hell, this was a special occasion. Might as well go all out and make it fresh. Once he’d finished plating the spaghetti and topped it with Extra Mild Sketti Sauce for Fluffies, he looked and fluffy and thought - it was kind of awkward constantly addressing it as “pal” or “buddy”. If the fluffy didn’t have a name, might as well give it one himself. He’d figured out the fluffy was a mare when he gave it a bath, so maybe something flower related? Girl fluffies usually liked to be named after pretty things like flowers.
“Hey, I was thinking. Would you like for me to give you a name?”
The fluffy looked at Roger with the widest smile he’d seen yet.
“Fwuffy wan’ namesie! Fwuffy wan’ namesie!”
“That’s great! Hmm… how’s about… Sunflower?”
“Sunfwowew wub nyu namesie! Mistah am nyu daddeh fow’ Sunfwowew?”
“Sure, if you want! But how’s about you eat some spaghetti first? Then you can play with Benny a little and get a good night’s sleep. Then in the morning, you can decide for yourself if you want to stay with me, OK girl?”
Sunflower nodded enthusiastically, and licked her lips as Roger lowered a steaming bowl of spaghetti in front of her. The second that bowl touched the floor, Sunflower lunged and began devouring the spaghetti with gusto.
It tasted like nothing she’d ever had before - it felt like she was dreaming. Not only had the nice mister given her the tastiest nummies she’d ever had, he also gave her a name and had agreed to let her live here if she wanted. Sunflower cried tears of joy as she savored what might as well have been manna from Heaven to her little fluffy mind.
In no time at all, Sunflower had devoured all of the spaghetti, and she let out a satisfied burp, making Roger laugh. With dinner done with, he asked Sunflower if she was ready to meet Benny now, to which she could only agree with great enthusiasm. Roger led her to a door decorated with many pretty stickers, ranging from flowers to stuffed animals and little stars.
Roger laid his hand on the doorhandle, then stopped and looked at Sunflower.
“Now Sunflower, before I let you into the safe room I want to go over a few rules I want you to follow while you’re staying here, OK?”
“Otay daddeh!”
“Number one - good poopies and peepees go in the litter box, anywhere else is bad poopies and peepees.”
Sunflower nodded, rapt in attention.
“Number two - good fluffies aren’t mean to each other.”
Another nod from Sunflower.
“Number three…” Roger paused for dramatic effect. Sunflower gulped audibly.
“…Remember to have fun!” Roger said with a smile.
“Yay! Sunfwowew wub’ wuwes!”, said the happy fluffy. Roger couldn’t help but muse on how effectively cute the speech impediment inherent to all fluffies could still be.
Opening the door, Roger let Sunflower go in first. The fluffy was in awe as she cast her gaze around the safe room: it was so nice! The walls were covered in pretty pink wallpaper and lots of pictures of flowers. There was a TV on the wall and there were little baby fluffies running around in it! Then there were the toys, so many toys! There were balls, blocks, stuffed animals, and even a little plastic slide meant for fluffies!
The only thing Sunflower couldn’t find in the safe room was the other fluffy daddy had told her about.
“Daddeh, whew am fwuffy fwiend?”
Roger just smiled, and softly called out to something in the room, “Benny! Come meet your new friend!”
From the corner of Sunflower’s vision, she could see some large, green, shaggy mass rise from a fluffy bed in the corner of the safe room. Soon she could see the thing had four leggies, a tail… it was a fluffy!
It was the biggest fluffy Sunflower had ever seen! She moved to go and happily greet her big new friend, when the fluffy finally turned around to look at her.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Sunflower had started screaming. A guttural howl of pure terror. The thing looking at her couldn’t be anything other than a monster from her nightmares. It’s fluff was a sickly green colour - rough and patchy, with multiple bald spots spread across it’s large frame. Misshapen lumps were dotted all over it’s body, with the largest of them sitting right on its back, leaving the creature with a bizarre, almost hunchbacked profile. Its face was horribly misshapen with a crooked jaw that left thing constantly drooling and slobbering onto the floor. Misshapen, malformed teeth jutted out from it’s mouth in irregular angles, and it’s eyes were pale yellow. It smiled at Sunflower.
She turned to flee, making a headlong dash toward the safe room door, but Roger stopped her before she could slip out. Sunflower scrambled desperately at the hands holding her from escaping. She needed to get as far away from this thing as she could, right now.
“Daddeh! Fwuffy wan’ out! Dewe am munstah! Pwease wet Sunfwowew out!”
Roger merely continued holding the hysterical fluffy back, all the while the abomination of a fluffy slowly walked towards them. Sunflower looked at her daddy desperation, pleading with her eyes to be let out. Roger, wearing as kindly an expression as ever, spoke to her gently.
“Now, Sunflower. What did daddy tell you? You’re not supposed to be mean to other fluffies.”
“Bu’ bu’ bu’, dat’ am munstah fwuffy!” the terrified mare stammered in response. Sunflower couldn’t believe she had to explain something so plainly obvious to her new daddy. Didn’t he see the thing? Wasn’t he scared of it?
“Benny’s not a monster,” Roger said paternally, “he’s just a little different from most fluffies. I know he might look a little scary, but he’s a really good fluffy. Honestly.”
Sunflower couldn’t believe her ears. That thing was Benny, daddy’s other fluffy? That was what he wanted her to play and be friends with? She turned around again to look at the monster. It had sat down on it’s haunches, and was looking at her. Still smiling. It coughed up something wet, then spoke.
“Nyu fwiend? Fwuffy wan’ pway wif Benny?”
Its voice was as off-putting as its appearance - guttural, strained, sounding as if it always had something stuck in its throat. All the while its expression didn’t change. Its face held only a constant dopey smile, that might’ve been endearing, if didn’t belong to such a repulsive creature.
“Benny has a hard time making friends… lots of fluffies are scared of him, but he’s still just a fluffy in the end. All he wants is to have fun and play. ‘Fluffies are for huggies and love’ right? Don’t you think it’s sad being all alone, just because you look a little scary?”
Sunflower fell deep into thought… that did seem very sad.
“I promise you, Benny is a good fluffy. You believe me, don’t you? Sunflower?” Roger said, having walked over and started gently petting Benny, who nuzzled at Roger’s chest in turn.
Every instinct Sunflower had was telling her to get out of there, but… Daddy had been so nice to her; he’d taken her home, cleaned up her fluff, fed her sketties, and even given her a pretty name! Daddy was nice… so didn’t that mean Benny should be nice too?
“Pway?” Benny said once again, smiling in his crooked way at Sunflower.
“…Otay’ Sunfwowew wiww be fwiend fow Benny.”
“YAY! NYU FWIEND!” Benny shouted excitedly.
Roger smiled at Sunflower, and patted her on the head. “Thank you, Sunflower. I knew you were a good fluffy.” He stood up, and let Sunflower approach Benny. She was clearly still afraid, shaking slightly, but she was acting very brave for a fluffy. Benny happily got up close to Sunflower, and licked her face affectionately. Roger decided to leave the two fluffies to their games, happy that they were starting to get along.
Sunflower did her best to play with Benny, but found it very difficult to enjoy herself. For one thing, the other fluffy was easily a head taller than her, and him looming over her constantly put her instincts on edge. The other thing Sunflower soon learned, was that Benny was not the smartest fluffy - playing blockies Benny could only manage to stack one block on top of the other before he smashed the thing over, laughing.
Playing ball, Benny would push it at Sunflower too hard, hurting her hoofsies when she caught it, but playing tag was easily the worst of all. Benny’s large size meant he could easily catch up to Sunflower, and every time he did, she’d let out a little cry and curl up into a ball as the larger fluffy stood over her, breathing onto her face and slobbering all over her pretty fluff. She couldn’t help but feel like she was about to be eaten, and in her fear she made a little scaredy peepees onto the saferoom carpet.
Benny backed off of her, and Sunflower went to go to the litterbox. As she did the rest of her business properly into the litter, the larger fluffy was sniffing the little wet stain on the carpet. When Sunflower turned around again to climb out of the litterbox, she noticed Benny was huffing strangely, as if out of breath. Walking up to Benny, she was about to ask, “am Benny otay?”, when she saw it.
Benny’s massive no-no stick. The malformed fluffy was sniffing the spot on the carpet, excited in the most disgusting way. Sunflower felt sick, and was about to back off slowly, when Benny suddenly snapped his head in her direction, his smile wider and more crooked than ever before.
“Sunfwowew smeww pwetty”
Oh no. Sunflower felt a pit in her stomach.
“Benny wan speciaw huggies wif nyu fwiend Sunfwowew…” The creature licked its lips.
“NUUUUUUU!” Sunflower screamed, and ran. She had to get away, she had to get out of this place right now! Benny was too big, too ugly, too horrible to even consider having special huggies with.
“Hee hee hee Sunfwowes wan’ pway speciaw tag? Otay!”
Sunflower ran as fast as she could towards the safe room door, her mind a jumble of fear and disgust, but the larger fluffy was already upon her. In a desperate move, she lunged forward, just barely managing to slip away from being pinned underneath Benny. Reaching the safe room door, she began to tap on it with her hoofsies. Daddy would save her!
“DADDEH! PWEASE WET SUNFWOWEW OUT! NU WAN’ BAD SPECIAW HUGGIES WIF’ MUNSTAH!”
In a moment, Benny had recovered. He shook his head casting drool every which way. Slowly but surely he creeped towards Sunflower, who was still desperately banging on the door as hard as she could.
“DADDEH! PWEASE! PWEASE! WAN OUT!”, Sunflower screamed. Her leggies were sore from hitting the safe room door, but she couldn’t stop. Her only hope would be to call for daddy. Suddenly she noticed a shadow fall across the door, and she instinctively tried to lunge away again. This time, however, she’d been just a moment too late.
Benny had jumped on top of her, crushing her body under his massive frame. Sunflower scrambled desperately, flailing her limbs to ty and escape what was about to happen. She felt hot, sticky, slobber drip onto her back, and she started to cry. She didn’t want this. Special huggies were for her special friend to be, not a monster.
Something poked at her behind, and she began flailing even more intensely. It was all for naught however, Benny was simply too big, too heavy to leave her any chance of escaping from underneath him. In a last ditch effort, she tried pleading with Benny:
“Pwease nyu fwiend! Nu gib’ Sunfwowew bad speciaw huggies! Nu wan’!”
Benny said nothing, merely breathing heavily. For a moment both of them were still, and Sunflower felt a small tinge of hope creep into her. Had she gotten through to the other fluffy? Would he let her go?
“Benny nu be meanie, pwease wet Sunfwowew gu- SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Something massive tore open her special place, as Benny thrust into her. Sunflower couldn’t breathe, this was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. That was, until Benny began moving back and forth.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE! SUNFWOWEW HAB WOWSTEST OWWIES IN SPECIAW PWACE! NU WAN! NU WAN!”
“Eenf…eenff…enf”
Every second that passed was pure agony, Sunflower thought she was going to die. A part of her wanted to die. Anything to make the pain stop.
The violation continued, time passed with excruciating slowness in Sunflower’s mind. She was about to pass out, when suddenly Benny stopped and shouted “GUD FEEWS”. Sunflower merely let out a voiceless scream as the unholy act reached its end. Her poor little mind could barely process what had just happened to her. Even worse, was the realization that she might end up having Benny’s babies now. The thought of having more monsters growing in her tummy made Sunflower want to vomit.
In the end, Benny fell collapsed, and fell asleep right there on top of Sunflower, crushing her battered body against the floor. The victimized mare could do little than breathe painfully and weep, and after some time sleep took her.
When next Sunflower awoke, she saw Roger standing over her, a gentle smile still on his face.
“Awww looks like you two fell asleep while hugging each other, how cute!”
A small hope realighted in Sunflower’s heart. Daddy was here! He finally came to help her!
“Daddeh! Benny gib Sunfwowew bad speciaw huggies and wowstest owwies! Pwease hewp!”
She reached out towards her daddy, begging to be pulled out from under Benny. To her absolute joy, Roger did indeed pull her out. Benny merely huffed slightly, and continued to snore away.
“Sorry, girl. Looks like Benny got a little rough with you, huh? Come here.” Roger said, as he pulled the brutalized fluffy in for a hug. Sunflower merely cried softly.
Roger patted her back softly and comforted her, before eventually asking, “So, do you want to stay here, or do you want to leave? I can take you to a nice shelter if you want.”
“Sunfwowew wan stay wif nice daddeh, but nu wan’ stay wif Benny… Benny am munstah huu huu huu…”
The smile fell from Roger’s face as he sighed, “I’m sorry girl, but Benny’s my fluffy and I love him. If you can’t be friends with him the I’ll have to find you a different home.”
Sunflower said nothing, merely whimpering softly. After another moment of comforting Sunflower, Roger stood up with the mare in his arms, and left the safe room. He walked up to the front door and let Sunflower down so he could go grab his car keys, but suddenly stopped. Crying could be heard from down the hall.
It was Benny. He’d left the safe room, and was now crying loudly.
“Why Benny speciaw fwiend weave? Benny nu wan’ wose speciaw fwiend! Benny wub Sunfwowew.” Sunflower felt something rise from inside her - anger.
“BENNY AM MUNSTAH! SUNFWOWEW NU WUB YOO! HATECHU!”
Benny merely continued to cry. Begging his daddy not to take his special friend away. Sunflower felt some small sense of satisfaction in his suffering. She was going to be far away from here in another moment. Daddy would find her a new home, one without any monster fluffies.
She looked up at Roger, waiting for him to open the door. Roger looked at her, his face still holding that gentle smile. His hand rested on the handle of the front door. In another moment he would open the door, and Sunflower would be out of here.
Roger’s hand slipped from the door handle. Sunflower was perplexed, why was daddy not opening the door? She looked up at this face, the same gentle expression plastered on it that she’d grown so used to already. He looked at Benny, the malformed creature still weeping pathetically for its mate.
He turned away from the front door, before speaking.
“Sorry girl, I guess you’re staying here for a little while longer.”
Sunflower’s whole world seemed to collapse. Her mind unable to process what had just come out of her daddy’s mouth. She watched as Roger walked up to Benny, and began petting him. He spoke to the freakish fluffy in a kind and paternal tone.
“I really do spoil you a little too much, huh little guy? Alright, you can keep her.”
Benny’s tears dried up, his face a horrific parody of an angelic smile. He licked at Roger’s face, and said.
“Thabk yoo, daddeh! Benny hab’ bestest daddeh ebah!”
It took another moment for everything that had just transpired to properly register in Sunflower’s mind. Then she began to scream again.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
She continued screaming, banging on the front door with her hooves, trying in vain to escape. She screamed until she couldn’t scream any more, and it wasn’t long before she felt hot breath on her neck, and heard that same guttural voice speaking to her.
“Benny wub nyu fwiend.”
