It was a bright Sunday afternoon. Though Lydia tied her hair up in a bun and wore short clothes to try and stay refreshed, the heat was still getting to her. The young woman cursed under her breath as she carried a few bags home from the supermarket: it wasn’t such a long trip back, but it still felt like she’d been walking forever under the Sun. She cursed herself under her breath for craving food that she had to go out to buy.
While she walked, Lydia reflected about her visit to Miguel’s house yesterday. As expected, he asked what happened to Cobalt, the foal he had gifted her. The redhead tried to look sad as she explained that he had died mysteriously during the night, probably from an undetected birth defect or because of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, so she threw the corpse away in a public Biowaste bin.
Lydia knows Miguel didn’t fully believe in her lazy excuse. The young woman was always openly against fluffies, though she never told her hugboxer boyfriend about her torture habit. He definitely suspects it though, especially now. Guess he won’t be gifting her anymore fluffies, what a shame!
But well, that could be interesting. If Miguel is willing to continue dating a possible fluffy abuser, then maybe he isn’t such a hardcore hugboxer. As Lydia wondered about how he would react if he found out, she was snapped out of her thoughts by quiet high-pitched “huuhuu” sounds and panting coming from a cardboard box under a tree’s shadow.
“No fucking way.” Lydia whispered to herself, unintentionally holding her breath with excitement at the idea of having found a stray fluffy. She quietly approached the box, being careful not to be seen yet.
Much to the young woman’s happiness, there it was: a single fluffy that took up the cardboard box’s entire space. It was a very pregnant mare whose body was already so big and round that she wasn’t able to touch the ground with her hooves anymore. She was a sky blue-eyed white pegasus with a long cotton candy pink mane and tail.
The mare seemed relatively healthy and not too dirty. She was definitely someone’s pet that either ran away to have babies or got purposefully abandoned for getting pregnant. The bloated dam cried copiously and sometimes panted with her tongue out like a dog… The fluffball was suffering with the heat too, huh?
Since Lydia was in a good mood, she wasn’t really feeling a murder boner at the moment, but a pregnant mare would be a top notch stress toy for another day! Hiding her thoughts of cruelty behind a seemingly innocent smile, the redhead spoke softly to the fluffy so she wouldn’t startle it. “Hi, little one!~ Why are you crying, honey?”
The mare gasped softly as a beautiful human lady talked and smiled at her. She immediately wiggled her front hooves a little, like she’s desperately asking for something. “Soon Mummah hiccup am soooo thiwsties and hab big tummy huwties, nice wady! Nee wawa and nummies sniff to hab bestest babbehs, but weggies nu muv!”
“Now now, don’t cry, honey. Here, drink some water!” Lydia grabbed a half-empty water bottle from one of the plastic bags. She had been drinking on the way, so the fluffy got lucky there was still some left. Without questioning, the mare quickly shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide for the human to carefully pour the water inside it.
When the mare was hydrated enough, she shut her mouth and opened up her eyes suddenly. Lydia stopped pouring the water a second later, getting the mare’s head soaked on purpose but effectively making it seem like an accident. The young woman was fully expecting a tantrum, but to her slight disappointment, the water actually helped the mare get further refreshed, so she didn’t mind it and smiled. “Fankyu fow nice wawas, nice wady! But Soon Mummah still hab wowstest tummy huwties… pwease gib nummies?”
Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes, but decided to play nice… for now. She put the bottle back inside the plastic bag and grabbed some chips instead. As she opened the package, Lydia raised an eye at the fluffy. “Shouldn’t your special friend bring you food? Or your human mummah or daddeh?”
The mare greedily chomped on the chips, but as soon as she was questioned about her tutor and her partner, she stopped eating and began crying again. “Huuhuuhuu… Fiwst, owd daddeh sniff become meanie daddeh when Jowsie hab speciaw huggies and tummy babbehs! Huuhuu… dummy owd munstah daddeh nu undewstand babbehs am bestest thing in the wowld!” Lydia silently motioned with her hand for Josie to finish her story.
“B-bad daddeh thwow bestest Soon Mummah out fwom owd homesie… huuhuu… su Jowsie and Speciaw Fwend find nestie. Speciaw Fwend weabe to find bestest nummies fowebah ago huu, but he nu come back! Am bad fwuffy? sniff”
Lydia nodded a little, understanding what happened and gently stroking behind the mare’s ear. The stallion probably went to the supermarket to ask for food or steal it, then he was culled by the staff. They have a ‘no fluffy tolerance’ policy going. “I’m sorry to hear that, and you’re a very good fluffy. Maybe someone took your special friend to skettiland and he’s having the time of his life!”
The mare cried and sniffled a little more, seemingly more calm, but still looking a little gloomy. “Speciaw Fwend go tu Skettiland and nu take soon-mummah? Hab heawt happies fow him, but also heawt huwties! Huuhuu…” Josie went back to eating, since her hunger was bigger than her sadness at the moment. Lydia was thankful that she had finally shut up for a moment. “That’s rough, buddy.”
Finishing the small chips bag and hydrated enough, Josie licked her lips and smiled, her eyes shining like she just had a genius idea. “Nice wady can be nyu mummah fow Jowsie and babbehs?? Gib hugs, wub, safewoom, toysies and bestest nummies fow make bestest miwkies fow tummy babbehs??” The mare hopefully asked as she wiggled her legs, asking for upsies.
Lydia smirked, gently picking Josie up and leaving her under her arm. “Of course, little one. Let’s go to your new home.” The mare was overjoyed, cooing and singing all the way about how she loves her tummy babies and her new mummah. Of course it was difficult to text while she carried the bags and the mare, but Lydia managed to warn her mother that they’d have a new guest over for a rude awakening.
Four days later, Josie was thriving on the faux hugboxer household. She was kept hydrated and well fed, got a new saferoom, toys and sometimes her new munmah even let her watch TV with her! Though she unfortunately didn’t have the FluffyTV channel like her old daddeh.
Earlier that day, Josie even got spaghetti for lunch! The mare was truly getting pampered, except for the upsetting lack of huggies and love… no house residents ever cuddled or expressed love for her. Lydia scolded her everytime she asked for affection, saying ‘she should already be grateful just to have a roof’. Eventually, Josie stopped asking, though she still cried out of loneliness at night sometimes. Meanwhile, Lydia’s parents mainly ignored the fluffy altogether.
The only time Josie had interacted with her mummah’s big daddeh was when she tried to get his attention by asking him why her saferoom smelled weird. Of course the mare wouldn’t recognize the slight lingering stink of death and the chemical smells that came from the cleaning products. “Trust me, fluffy, you don’t want to know.” Was the tired man’s elusive answer.
Not even her meowie munstah sissies wanted to play or hug! Josie had only seen glimpses of the cats around the house, since the humans always kept them apart. The mare instinctively found the felines unsettling: each time they’d lock eyes, the cats would only glare at her for a few forevers before losing interest and moving on.
Anyway, things would definitely get better once Josie has her babies! After all, babies make everything better! Finally her human (and feline) family would have their hearts melt with huggies and… and wub and… PAIN!!
“BIGGEST POOPIES!!” Josie yelled outloud. Luckily, since Lydia knew she’d give birth soon, the mare was already positioned near the litterbox, peeing and pooping with pain. As expected, the young woman came running as fast as she could, almost tripping with hurry.
It was finally time for Lydia to make her little experiment. The young woman closed the door behind her and kneeled beside the mare. Josie was happy to see her mummah, but got confused when she saw the strange object she brought. It was an empty aerosol deodorant can.