(These characters live in a world where fluffy abuse is illegal, and fluffies have the same rights and protections as ordinary animals. This series takes place soon after “Cherry and Brian”, however these 2 stories are not connected to each other.)
A pink pegasus mare with a dark blue mane and tail lies in her pen at the biotoy store, straining. Her babies are finally coming, and she’s shaking from the pain of labor. Amniotic fluid as well as blood dots the soft yellow hay that lines the pen. Eventually, a small foal pops out. She lifts it up with her red hooves. A light blue unicorn colt with a darker blue tail. Hot pink hooves and horn.
“Hewwo fiwst babbeh! Am yoo mummah! Wuv yoo!” She cleans his wet little body with her tongue, and the foal squirms uncomfortably, chirping loudly with its birth cries. “Stay stiww, babbeh! Mummah nee’ cwean yoo!” The mare exclaims. The foal doesn’t understand what she’s saying and keeps squirming, but she doesn’t mind. She gets him clean soon enough.
She sets him down on her teats, letting him drink milk. She does her best to sing mummah songs to him despite the pain of birthing more foals. “Mummah wuv babbehs- owwie! Babbehs wuv mummah- huuu!” More babies slip out. One after the other, she lifts them and cleans them. She switches the first babies to drink out with the second ones so they can drink as well. She lifts the blue unicorn and a foal that looks just like her to her furred chest, saying “Yoo get mowe miwkies soon babbehs, othah babbehs nee’ miwkies too!”
One more foal pops out, and it’s birth cries lift into the air. The blue unicorn lifts its head towards the sound, but it’s still unable to see. She cleans the newest baby off with swipes of her tongue and soothing coos. The very last one to be born, a neon green unicorn colt (It was actually an alicorn, but its wings hadn’t grown in yet) with a purple mane and tail. Hot pink hooves and horn, just like its brother. She lets all four of her babies nurse and falls asleep purring.
A few days later, the blue unicorn foal opens its eyes to the world. It crawls over to her. “Chirp Mummah! Wuv! Chirp” The mare, who was grooming one of her other foals, gasps in delight.
“Babbeh’s see pwaces open! Hewwo pointy babbeh! Daisy am yoo mummah! Mummah wuv yoo!” She scoops him up with the other foal, excited. She nuzzles him, and the foal giggles. It tickles! She sets him back town on the soft yellow hay and nuzzles his tummy some more. The foal rolls around on his back, giggling and kicking his little legs. The mother coos “Gud babbeh! Mummah wuv yoo!”
One after the other, during the next month, the foals open their eyes and learn to speak. Daisy teaches them to say please and thank you, and to help other fluffies when they are in need.
After about a month of growing and drinking for the foals, a human approaches the box Daisy and her foals are in. He waves to the now-weaned small blue unicorn. “Aw, look at you! Hi, little fella!” The unicorn wags his tail.
“Hewwo nice mistah! Nice to meet yoo!” The foal chirps. Daisy coos at the show of politeness from one of her foals.
“Ooh, you’re polite too! Okay, I’d like this one please!” He calls to someone at the counter. The unicorn is lifted out of the box and for the first time, he sees the world around him. He excitedly whips his gaze in every direction, seeing the tens of other boxes of fluffies just waiting for adoption.
Then he smiles down at Daisy. She’d been telling him ever since he was very little that someday he and the other foals would be taken home by a human to a new house. She said it could happen anytime, and now it has. But the foal’s smile slowly sinks. Soon, he’ll have to leave his mother and siblings and may never see them again. He leans down and waves a hoof goodbye. His mother and siblings bid him farewell as the human hands the cashier money and takes him out the front door.
The green alicorn weanling snuggles up to his mother that night, feeling a bit sad. His brother was adopted today. But he knew he’d be ok, as he was taken to a good home by a new owner. Daisy’s pink fur warms the alicorn, and he snuggles down into the hay, content. He slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep.
CRASH
The alicorn jolts at the sudden loud noise from nearby. He yelps and scrambles up, hearing the other fluffies in the store begin crying out in terror. Daisy throws a hoof over his mouth before he can make any other sound, saying “Shushies, babbeh! Hooman am hewe! Hoomans nu supposed to come at dawkie time, wemembah?” She pulls him down with her other two babies and hides him under her thick belly fluff. She puffs up her fur to make herself fluffier, and hide her babies better.
From his point of view under her fur, everything is muffled. He hears a deep human voice say “You got any kids, shitrat?”
Daisy begins to tremble in terror. Her foals shake too, because until now, nothing had frightened their mother. She’d told her babies countless times that humans that come in while the store is closed are bad humans that like to hurt fluffies. The stranger shines his flashlight over Daisy’s fur. The alicorn sees the light from where he hides.
“N-Nu, nice mistah. Daisy nu hab babbehs.” She shakily says. One of the foals lets out a single terrified sob. Instantly, a big gloved hand roughy lifts her high up. Her cries of “Bad upsies! Weave babbehs awone!” earn her a slap in the face that makes her nose bleed. She yowls and starts to cry. “Nuuu, huu huuu! Nu huwt babbehs, munstah hooman!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The human bellows. It’s the loudest Daisy’s foals have ever heard a human speak. The alicorn stands stock still, frozen with horror. He grabs one of the foals (A dark blue unicorn with a green mane and tail) and throws it hard against the far wall.
Daisy yells “Nuuu! Babbeh!” It doesn’t have time to scream before it slams against the wall. Its blood runs down the wall, and the poor foal’s lifeless corpse flops to the ground. The other fluffies in the store scream in panic and try to clamber out of the boxes. However, escape is impossible. The walls are just too high.
“Either you shut the fuck up or more of your babies go ‘forever sleepies’!” He snarls, shaking Daisy roughly. The alicorn shivers and stares up at him, unable to make a sound. The contents of his stomach rioted. He knew if he spoke out against what was happening to his family, the bad human would kill him too.
“Huuhuuuhuuuuu! Huu, huhuhuuuu!” Daisy uncontrollably weeps in fear, and grieves for her lost child. The man growls and grabs another foal, who had run to hide in the corner of the box. He holds it in front of her face and begins to slowly squeeze. The foal shrieks in agony, and he slowly continues to crush it until it goes still and is just a silent mass of red and matted pink fur. Daisy is wide-eyed and silent now. Shaking and crying, but dead silent.
The green alicorn can’t help but throw up when the mangled corpse of his sibling falls next to him, spattering his fur with blood.
“You know, these babies died because you’re a bad mummah. You’re the worst mummah to ever exist. This happened because. Of. You.” The man snarls as he prods his finger into the fluffy’s chest. “I’m taking your last baby home with me.”
“Huu huu, pwease nu take wastest babbeh! Daisy am gud mummah! Babbeh nee’ wuv an’ huggies, not huwties!” He snatches the alicorn up roughly anyway and throws Daisy back into the box hard. She lands with a sickening crack. “SCREE! WOWSTEST OWWIES!” One hind leg is twisted the wrong way, and the other has a bone poking through it. The human, carrying Daisy’s last living foal in a painfully tight grip that barely leaves it enough room to breathe, climbs back out through the entrance that used to be a window.
The foal can hear his injured mother repeatedly sobbing “Wan die” from the box repeatedly as the other fluffies whimper and cry at the commotion. Multiple fluffies yell out in anguish for Daisy and her foals.
“Daisy, am yoo otay? ”
"Stay undew mummah, babbehs! Bad hooman nu am gone yet!”
“Huu huu, get out, munstah hooman! How dawe yoo make best fwiend Daisy’s babbehs go foweva sweepies! Hatechu! Huu, huu huu!”
That’s the last thing the foal hears until the human throws him into a cardboard box without breathing holes and closes the lid. He’s thrown into darkness, and for the first time in his life, he has a single terrifying thought.
“Nobody is going to know where I went.”
Chapter 1: You are here!
Chapter 2: (WIP)