Happy New Year. This is my new story arc. This first chapter is a bit longer than I try to keep entries (2X). I hope you like it.
I had a slight delay in writing the ending for Dakota’s Christmas but I promise it is like 90% done.
Maybell was the bestest fluffy ever! She had the bestest pink fluff, and the bestest violet mane, she had the bestest wings nestled on her back, and the bestest horn atop her forehead! She was the bestest fluffy and her mummah told her this every day!
She was the bestest filly and played the bestest blockies! She ate the bestest nummies and watched the bestest shows on Fluff TV! One day while watching Dancy Alicorn Babies while lying in her bestest bed she began to sing with excitement and do the bestest little sitty dance, rocking side to side in it. Suddenly she tumbled over and out of her bed bed. Her face smacked into the pastel padded foam tiles that lined her bestest safe room.
“Mummah! Mummah!” Maybell cried out. “What’s the matter my bestest girl?” a voice from the other room called. Elizabeth made it to the doorway and came through the child gate. Her wavy amber hair still up in a loose bun from work. “Mummah! Maybeww wuz makin sittie dancies buh den bestes fwuffy behd gib Maybeww huwties!” Mummah let out a gasp “Oh no! You are getting too big for your little foal bed. You are almost a big mare now!”
Due to constant foal rejection with alicorns, an entire line of alicorn specific toys and accessories were made to help them cope with the isolation of their lives. Alicorn specific posters, alicorn huggie friends, a special online streaming version of fluff tv with a much smaller loop of alicorn programming, and heated fluffpile beds made from mummahfluff cashmere and a built-in speaker which simulated a mother’s love.
Fluffies were naturally social animals and quickly became depressed without other fluffies to play with, but the alicorn merchandising help stave off the natural isolation of these premium biotoys. They also made bank for Hasbio. Any fluffy owner willing to drop a minimum of three grand on these four-legged perpetual children was going to do anything to keep their precious fluffy happy.
“Maybeww am mawe now?” The pastel filly perked up. “Maybeww am mawe! Mawes am bestes mummahs!” Her mom smiled down at her, righting the expensive biotoy and looking into her big watery begging eyes. “Not yet! You’re still a filly. But if you keep being mommy’s good little girl I’m sure you will grow up to be the bestest mare possible!”
Mommy realized what she had done. Fluffs were reactive to certain words and Mare was synonymous with babies and milkies in a fluffy’s ping pong ball sized brain. She could keep Maybell convinced she was a foal for another month or two before she would need to sort out the situation. “Don’t worry, just let Mommy figure everything out!”
Maybell’s eyes had the same begging look they always had when she begged for whatever toy she had seen on Fluff TV. Maybell was incredibly well behaved however, just like all the ‘bestest’ fluffies were. Elizabeth had contemplated getting a male alicorn and breeding Maybell, hoping to sell some of the foals.
In reality, the slim chance of alicorns being born to two alicorn parents only quadrupled from around one percent up to at most five percent. It could take a dozen litters just to guarantee one alicorn foal. The real advantage was that alicorn parents rarely killed their monstah babies. It represented a major operating expense for Hasbio and a sizeable portion of their breeding pens were alicorns.
She was saving up money for a colt and technically had enough in her emergency funds but would have to work long hours at the office to replenish her savings account. She looked on the Hasbio website to find local retailers and perhaps a decent deal. She wasn’t going to drive Maybell out to the supercenter to pick out her mate from the swarms of chirpy babies. That was creepy now that she seriously thought about it.
She saw an alicorn with a slate gray coat with a white mane, marked down thirty percent and ten weeks old, the same age as Maybell. This could be perfect. The next day she sat down with Maybell and asked her if she wanted to be a mommy when she grew up. “Maybeww wan be bestes mummah just wike Wizabeff!”
Elizabeth sighed, “I can get you a special friend, but he will be expensive and taking care of babies will be expensive, and that means mommy will need to spend more time at work.” Maybell didn’t understand that word, ‘spensiwbe’. All she knew was that when Elizabeth said that word it would mean she didn’t come home until it was darkie time outside.
“Sowwy mummah.” Maybell looked down with watery eyes from sensing her mummah’s tiredness, “Buh Bestes mawes neechu hab dah bestes bebbehs!” Elizabeth picked up Maybell and hugged her tightly. “Ok then, tomorrow we’ll go get him.” Maybell hugged her bestest mummah back. She felt so warm and happy.
The next day, Elizabeth put Maybell in her fluffy stroller and rolled her down the hallway of the apartment building to the elevator. They descended twelve floors and went to the parking garage. Mommy made sure to buckle Maybell up in her bestest car seat in the back of mommy’s bestest pink car and they were on their way.
Outside there was lots of gray it wasn’t the bestest color, but mummah said that most of the outside was like that. She heard loud noises outside that mummah said other ‘dwivahs’ made when they were angry. Maybell figured dwivah must be what the big vroom vroom munstahs were called.
Mummah parked in a strip mall towards the city limits where skyscrapers gave way to gated suburbs and low density businesses. She transferred Maybell into her stroller once again before rolling her into the fluffmart. Her mommy parked her stroller in front of the front display pens and went to talk to one of the ‘ployees’.
Maybell excitedly clapped her hooves together and sang to herself. Behind her she heard “Hi, we spoke on the phone…” until her attention was drawn elsewehere. The foals in the tank came up to the glass and began to press up against it looking at Maybell with curiosity.
“Hewwo babbehs!” Maybell chirped out. The mare in the tank limped up to the glass. She was a pretty shade of pink, just like Maybell. “Hewoo mummah mawe! Maybeww am gon get nyu speshul fwen an’ be Mummah tuu!” Maybell was the bestest fluffy and always cared for others, she noticed the display mare’s limp. “Widdle bebbehs huwt mummah’s weggie?” “Nuu, Piwnkeh am hab bad weggie siwnce Piwnkeh am widdle fiwwy! Suu ‘cited fow Mahbeww! Bebbehs am dah bestes! Yuu gun be da bestes yuuneecown mummah!”
The foals and mares in the next tanks had begun to come up to inspect her too. They knew well enough at this point that humans that came in with fluffies were here to buy toys and did not try as hard to beg them to be their new mommy. A few chirped and whined but not with the same excitement as when a human was actively looking into their tank.
Maybell was confused by that statement she wasn’t a unicorn, “Siwwy Piwnkie! Maybeww nuu am yuuneecown! Maybeww am-” Her stroller was spun away from the plexiglass walls by the employee. It was a bit too fast and left Maybell dizzy. “-going to be the bestest mummah!” Pinkie miraculously never had a problem with alicorns but with two other mares and a whole twenty foals present, Anna didn’t want to learn how tolerant the rest were.
Anna kneeled down next to Maybell and whispered into her ear, “Let’s keep your wingies a secret till you meet your friend!” She spun the stroller around more gently “Say goodbye Pinkie.” “Gud bwyu Piwnkie!” A dizzy Maybell sung as Pinkie silently waved goodbye back. She pieced together what Maybell was and had a gut feeling that she was going to be a good mummah.
Anna wheeled Maybell back to the meet and greet pen, it doubled as a fluffy obedience training pen twice a week. Elizabeth unbuckled the mare and gently helped her down, the tile floor felt cold under her hooves. A shiver ran down her spine. “I know baby, it’s all a lot to take in.” Elizabeth consoled her overstimulated filly.
The nice ‘ployee lady came back with a travel carrier and set it down inside the pen. Maybell smelled that a fluffy was inside it and cautiously approached. “Mummah? Am nuu speciaw fwen?” She felt a hand ruffle her mane, “Maybe sweetie, if you two get along.” She heard shuffling inside the carry box as the employee reached inside. “Nuu! Pwease miss Annuh! Fwuffy nuu wun tu meet uddah fwuffy! Uddah fwuffehs aww meanies!”
She grabbed him by his scruff and gently dragged him out. He dug his hooves to resist but between their soft leather like consistency and the smooth plastic of the carrier floor, his resistance was futile. Maybell tapped her hooves on the tile excitedly as she saw the white tail exit the box. He was going to be the bestest special friend. She could feel it. Then his gray back hooves came out. She was immediately confused, where was her new special friend?
The colt kept his eyes closed as Anna pulled him out of the sorry box. He felt his front hooves slip over the threshold and hit the tile floor. This would be just like all the other times. A pretty yellow or purple or blue alicorn filly would see his ugly gray fluff, he would try to give her huggies (the regular kind), and she would give him sorry hooves. It happened every time. He watched his pretty alicorn brothers get adopted and now the ‘new’ brother in his tank was a green chirpy baby.
Anna knew he didn’t have to worry. All alicorns got adopted, even the ‘ugly’ colors. Alicorn stock didn’t get shipped out as defective. In the nonexistent chance he didn’t get adopted after four months, he would get sent back to the breeding mill. He was getting his dick wet either way. Still, it was rare for one to last two months in the store. She attributed it to the economic downturn in the news.
He felt Anna’s hand let go of him. He opened his eyes and frantically looked around the meeting pen. The open cage, the walls, miss Anna, a new mummah, and the most beautiful pink and purple filly he ever saw. The Open Cage! He dove for the carrier but as he coiled his back legs to power his jump, Miss Anna reached ahead of him and pushed the door shut. He smacked face first into the metal grate and fell over.
Maybell was temporarily distracted from his dull colors and began to giggle. “Siwwy Cowt!” He stood up, rubbing his bruised nose with a hoof. Her laugh was so pretty. In reality it was just like every other fluffy’s laugh, but it was the first kindness he had felt from a female fluffy since his mother. He looked over to get a proper look at her. She was laughing into her hooves, violet mane gently bouncing with each laugh.
He felt funny looking at her. His pee pee place tingled. She stopped laughing and her expression turned sour. His heart sank and the tingling feeling stopped. It was rather fortunate, if he had pitched a tent then and there, it absolutely would have ruined his chances.
Maybell was disappointed, her mummah said they were getting her a special friend. She was the bestest filly with the bestest colors and if she was going to make the bestest babies then her special friend needed to be the bestest colors too. She turned her face away from him, covering her head with her hooves like she was hiding.
“What’s wrong Maybell?” Elizabeth whispered into her ears. “Nuu am pwetty cowt.” She pouted back. “Now that’s not fair. Look at his pretty mane.” She briefly glanced back. It was a pretty snow white. As she glanced she saw his puppy dog eyes staring intently at her. “Maybell, he’s not as expensive and he needs a good mummah just like you do! If you want a different color special friend then you will have to wait a few months.”
Maybell pondered this. “How wowng dat?” Elizabeth tried to think of an analogy that would work for her precious alicorn, for the gray colt across from her, five sgetti days would make sense, “Ten park trips.” Maybell began to do the math on her hooves. She quicky ran out of limbs to count on but knew that it was a many bright times between park trips. Once a week, whatever a week was to a fluffy.
She was going to be a mare soon and she needed a special friend to make tummeh babbehs. She couldn’t wait that long. Maybell looked back over to the colt and sighed “Maybeh…” She stood up and shyly walked over to him. His face perked back up and he began to tap his hooves in anticipation. “Pwetty fiwwy am nyu fwen?” He asked. She sniffed him, he smelled pretty. He had begun to emit pheromones in his excitement a moment earlier and this got Maybell’s mother instincts going.
She smiled. “Yuu am smeww gud! Nyuu Fwen. Am Maybeww.” He put his legs up for a hug and she returned it. The tingling feeling returned. The alicorns were left together to talk and play while Maybell explained how great their mummah Elizabeth was and how they had the bestest safe room. Mummah had decided to name him Nimbus and he absolutely loved his new name.
Anna took Elizabeth aside and filled out adoption paperwork. She would have to go online and change the microchip information for Nimbus. For now, it was just the basics. Another fluffy car seat (only alicorn owners bothered with these over travel crates), a two-seat stroller with a special heating foal basket attachment where a cupholder would normally be, a nest sized fluffbed for Maybell and another adult sized fluffbed for Nimbus for when she had foals or in case they needed separate beds.
Elizabeth would come back after her next paycheck to get foal care supplies including more accident pads and The Fluffmart’s special food for pregnant mares. She was a responsible fluff owner, and she wouldn’t take any shortcuts with her bestest little Maybell just because fluffies had become common and people stopped seeing them as delicate creatures. Anna helped carry everything out as Elizabeth installed the other car.
Both Alicorns were secured in the new stroller with their wings safely tucked in and wheeled back out of the meet and greet pen, past a long empty row of pens with a few brown and other ugly colors, then the other pens, and finally out the front door.
Anna waved goodbye to Nimbus as they drove away. She walked back inside, Pinkie was standing up in the front tank, a difficult task for her with her leg. She walked over. “What’s wrong Pinkie?” she whispered to the mare. “Oh nuffim! Miss Amma? Hab finkie pwobwem.” Pinkie was a well-seasoned mare; she didn’t ask questions anymore.
“What’s that?” Anna asked curiously. “Wuz Mahbeww a awaco-” Anna’s hand shot forward to cover Pinkie’s mouth quickly. When you spend a few years in a Fluffmart you develop a larger vocabulary than other fluffies.
“Yes she was sweetie, let’s keep that our little secret though, ok?” Pinkie nodded and the hand came free. “Am Mahbeww otay wid nod bwide cowow spechow fwen?” Pinkie was being unnaturally curious about other mares. “Yes she is.” The mare’s face looked as if she was deep in thought for a moment. “Piwmkeh fink Mahbeww gon’ beh bestes mummeh!”
Next week: Special Hugs
Will you survive?