The first appearance of fan favorite “Tenderloin.”
It’s your first day at fluffcare. Your dummy daddeh brought you here because he had to “get a job” after the not-teebee made shouties at him.
“It’s not the nicest place, T. But you’re daddy’s toughie, you’ll be fine.”
Daddeh was right! You are his tuffy! This dummeh fluffcare is gonna be a piece of cake! Daddy helped you down from the car, and you followed him through the front door of fluffcare. As soon as you hit the lobby, daddy laughed. “Haha, man this place is a dump. You oughta be fine here, buddy.”
He was right. You’d been to lots of places like this over the years. The nicer ones always suck. Dummeh hoomins always bothering you, telling you what to do. Keeping you from doing your job. Daddeh is your Smarty.
And you are smarty daddeh’s tuffy.
Daddeh talked with the lady at the counter. He gave you a look, mussed your hair, and left. The lady was too busy on her phone to pay attention. She asked you to follow her into the back but never looked back to see if you’d complied.
You did, of course. Daddy is your smarty. And daddy told you to go to fluffcare.
“Here. We feed you at sunset. Sorry, ‘dawky timey’ or whatever.” Impudent wretch. You snorted at her. She didn’t notice.
You trundled forth into the playroom. There were two tunnels that led outside where most of the fluffies were, but this room was a bare saferoom. Well padded, with a few cheap toys and a large Nummie Pile in the middle. Too bad it’s gross kibble and not Bestest Sketties. But you’re hungry anyway, so it’s time to get these dummeh fluffies away from your food.
“Dummeh fwuffies gu way, dese nummies am fow Tendewwoin.” You kick the smallest, a blue pegasus, roughly off to the side. “Owwies! Nu huwt Patwisha! Meanie dummeh!”
You stop. You turn slowly and your eyes meet hers.
“WAT DUMMEH JUS CAWW BESTES’ TUFFY TENDEWWOIN?”
She shrinks back, terrified. “N-nu! Fwuffy nu say nuffin! Nu huwt!” Good. Fear. Your preferred currency. But just then, a slightly larger brown earthie stallion steps up.
“Nu huwt sissy, ow Chokwit gib huwties!” Ah. One of these. He’s making threats. Better deal with him.
Wordlessly you turn and approach him. Slowly and calmly, you close the distance. Eyes locked on his, you wait until you’re about two steps away and then…go.
You’re on him in an instant. He doesn’t know what’s happening until he’s too fucked to stop it. You deliver your most powerful sorry hoofsies to his face, crushing his nose and getting blood in his eyes.
“Owwies! Huuhuu smeww pwace hab booboo juice! Nu can see! Hewp Chokwit! Hewp gud fwuffy!” Ha. The fool. He’s pinned beneath you, waiting for you to finish the job. But no. Not yet. “Ou am poopie fwuffy nao. Ou num poopies an’ cwean aww poopie pwaces ow Tendewwoin gif big huwties tu poopie.” He struggles beneath you, your hoof on his chest as he strains to breath. “N-nu! Pwease! Nu wan num poopies!” You press down harder, feeling a couple bones pop and shift. He screams so loud you’re sure you’re about to get sorry boxed. But no. You wait a moment and don’t even hear anyone but the dummy poopy fluffy trying to breathe and his dummy sister crying.
“Heaw dat?” You look down at his terrified face, eyes welling with tears. “Ain’t nubuddy cummin tu hewp ou. Dummeh poopie fwuffy bettew gib wicky cweanies, ow Tendewwoin make ou weawwy dummeh fwuffy!”
You reposition one of your back hooves over his special lumps. The fear behind his eyes burns brighter than ever before. “Nuuuuu! Nu huwt speshaw pwace! Chokwit need speshaw pwace! Mummah gon wet Chokwit hab babbehs soon! Teww Chokwit wiww hab speshaw huggies next bwite time! Mummah am gettin’ speshaw fwend fwom gwammas howse wite nao! Pwease, nu huwt wumps!”
Babies? This little shit gets to have babies? Daddeh won’t let you have babies. You get special huggies, sure, but daddeh never lets you keep them, and some of the dummeh mawes don’t even get tummeh babbehs! And somehow this shit colored nothing gets babies?
“Nu faiw.”
The brown one looks up at you, puzzled. “Wai? Wat fw-fwuffy mean?” You snort, matter of factly. "Dummeh fwuffy am onwy stoopie poopie. Tendewwoin am big stwong tuffy wif pwetty pointie an bigges’ nunus ebba. Daddeh teww Tendewwoin ‘Nu get babbehs, onwy gud feews, babbehs nu smeww pwetty.’ Tendewwoin tink dat am nu faiw."
“Chokwit, haf haf, Chokwit nu unnastan… Nu can…nu can make gud bweathies…” Of course not. Stoopy dummy. Try another way.
You lightly kick him in the beanbag. He winces and lets out a raspy yelp. Sounds like he can still only kind of breathe, and he’s flailing his hoofies to no avail. "Owwwwies! Nuuuu! Chokwit speshaw wumps hab wowstes’ huwties!"
"Dummeh. Ou wumps nu am speshaw. Ou wumps am onwy dummeh poopie wike 'ou!" You place weight on them again, and he freezes in terror. "Nao, wun wast chance, teww Tendewwoin wai dummeh poopy fwuffy desewbe hab babbehs. Wai nu gud poopy numming ugwy baby get hab famiwy? Teww Tendewwoin nao, ow Tendewwoin gon hab bestes’ baww nummies."
His face was contorted. First in confusion, then in realization, and now in horror.
"NUUUU! Pwease nu take wumps! Chokwit hab speshaw fwend! Mummah an daddeh teww Chokwit am gud fwuffy! Dat mummah an’ daddeh wan buncha wittwe Chokwits! Pwease, Chokwit onwy wan hab babbehs! Nebba hab nu famiwy bu’ sissy befow! Nu huwt!" He starts panicking even more, tears pouring down his face. He turns towards his sister. He can barely see her, as you have him pinned. "Sissy! Hewp bwudda! Gu fow hewp! Fin’ nice hoomins! Pwease! Munstah gon’ take way wumps! Munstah wan take way Chokwit babbehs! Wan take Chokwit howe futuwe!"
You look to his sister. “Weww? Am ou gonna sabe dummeh poopie wumps?” She was terrified, but she stood. “Y-yes… Sissy wan bwudda hab babbehs. Sissy…sissy wan hewp.” You smiled. “Gud. Come gib wicky cweanies tu Tendewwoin poopie pwace. Den gib gud feews tu nunu stick. Du nao, ow bwudda gon be dummeh nu wumps fwuffy.” She was taken aback. “Wha? Nu! Nu wan gib wicky cweanies! Nu wan bad speshaw huggies! Pwease wet bwudda gu!”
You grinned. “Ou wan Tendewwoin wet bwudda gu, but nu wan hewp Tendewwoin? Weww…otay.” They both beamed. “Weawwy?” the terrified mare said? “Fankyu! Fankyu! Ou am bestes’ smawty!” said the worthless shit under your foot. You chuckled. “Ob cowse. Jus wun wittwe fing.”
You put all your weight on your back foot. For a moment, all there was was a bloodcurdling scream from your victim. Then, all at once, the soft grapelike orbs you’d been pressuring popped. The pain was so great, it made the fluffy pass out. His sister was terrified. She ran from the room over to the gate where the hoomins said they’d be. She’s banging her little hoofsies off it screaming for help.
“Hoomins! Hoomins! Munstah huwtin’ fwuffies! Munstah huwtin’ fwuffies!”
You step back to admire your handiwork. Chocolate wakes up as the human finally responds. "What the fuck is it now?" It’s too late. The defeated dummeh looks up at you. “Wai…? Chokwit…Chokwit nu du nuffin’ wong! Am…am gud fwuffy! Wai…wai take wumps? Wai take…take…” His eyes widened as the full consequences of the last few minutes sink in.
"Nu…meanie munstah…meanie take wumps…take…take babbehs."
“Das wite, dummeh. Nao 'ou knu bettew den tu twy haf babbehs befow Tendewwoin. Ou babbehs woulda been dummeh anyways. Tendewwoin du ou big favow. Dummeh poopie. Ou sissy nu wub ou. Sissy coulda sabe poopies wumps, but sissy nu wan gib wicky cweanies ow enfies tu Tendewwoin. Dis wut happen.”
The human finally followed a despondent and sobbing Patricia back over. He grabbed you by the scruff of your neck. “Okay pal, time for the sorry box.” You knew this was coming. You make a rapsberry at the two dummehs as you’re carried away. Before you’re boxed, you see Patricia trying to comfort Chocolate before being pushed away.
“Gu way, sissy! Chokwit nu wub nu mowe! Sissy nu sabe Chokwit! Nu sabe wumps! Nao Chokwit nebba hab famiwy! Nebba hab babbehs!” She runs away crying, and the last thing you hear before the lid goes on is the sweet sound of two sad fluffies. Both hurt deeper than they thought possible. And what’s more, you managed not only to take away that dummies future family, you took away his current one too. This morning, Chocolate was a vibrant and excited stallion, who loved his sister and had the bestest mummah and daddeh. A bright eyed fluffy ready to have a family. Now all he has are memories of what being happy or excited used to feel like.
You smile in the dark.
“Dummehs. Nu mess wif Tendewwoin.”