Cobalt's Adventure
Part 6
You’re Cobalt.
And you have the biggest heart hurties. You ran away to find a special friend and herd. But you ended up with a dummie poopie special friend and a meanie herd. You’ve already seen things no fluffy should EVER have to see. And you’re sick of having hurties.
It’s very nearly darkie times, and you are struggling to see things. You’re told you’re near the nestie place but you only caught a glimpse of it before the darkie times took your see places. You can just barely make out the colorful fluffy shapes in front of you. And you trot with the herd to make sure you don’t wander off. Although you’re sure you can find your way to the nestie place anyway… You can smell it from a long way away.
Eventually the herd comes to a halt, and the colorful fuzz disperses out to their various nesties. Most of them make their way towards the central mound, it’s like the ones you’ve seen the pretty rabbits in the grassie place make.
You think you see Petal head for one of the holes, you’re not sure you want to go in there… The smell alone is nearly giving you forever sleepies just out here! But it’s getting very cold, and it looks warm in there, so you trot in after your bestest friend. But before you can get there, a big red mottled fluffy blocks the hole!
‘Whewe dummeh mawe fink am goin? Dummeh mawe not awwowed in nestie howe! am new an usewess! Dummeh mawe am owtside fwuffy fow munstah nummies if munstah come in dawkie times’
‘Bu… bu… Cobawt nee nestie howe fow warmies! am soon mummah an’
THUNK
Before you can finish your sentence, the toughie hits you hard with his front hoofie. It hurts… MUCH more than fluffy park hoofies. Your nosie is all smooshed and booboo juice begins leaking out of it.
‘OWWIE… Why yu gif Cobawt sowwy hoofies? Cobawt jus wan’
THUNK
‘EEEEEEEE HEE HEEE’
Before you can even attempt to explain, another hit, right to the same spot. You think your nosie is squashed right down into your facie now, and booboo juice is leaking everywhere.
‘HUU HUU HUU, PWESE NU HUWT COBAWT ANYMOWE, NU WAN HOWE, JUS DUN HUWT SOON MUMMAH’
‘DUMMEH MAWE AM OWTSIDE FWUFFY!’
And with that, he turns around, and disappears into the inky blackness inside the hole.
You stumble back, and look around into the vicinity to find a good spot for a nice nestie. You’re lucky, the big sky night light has come out and is helping you, illuminating the nestie place in a silver hue. There are nice treesies, but their roots are already saturated with nesties. packed tight with newspapers, leafies, trashies, and… Nummies! More tasty nummies than you have ever seen! There’s berries and grassies and flowers and breadies and you think you even see some sketties!
FINALLY, you can have delicious nummies whenever you want! Dummie old meanie mommy’s daddy never let you have tasty nummies whenever you wanted. But now he isn’t around to say no! You happily trot over to a mound of nummies by a gnarled old tree, there’s definitely sketties here, slipping out of an old tin can just like mommy used to use when she would make you sketties as a treat.
You take a sniff, but you can’t really smell anything other than booboo juice. So you decide to just go for it instead, your tummie has hurties again after the meanie birdie monster and cyan fluffy made you make sickie water.
‘Wot dummeh mawe am doin?’
You look around and notice a white soon mommy with a yellow mane, standing illuminated in the moonlight.
‘Am skettis! an Cobawt haf tummeh huwties… so Cobawt num skettis!’
‘NU! Nu steaw nummies fwom Daffodiw’s nummies piwe! Ow gif yu WOWSTEST sowwy hoofies an FOWEVEW SWEEPIES!’
‘Bu… Gud fwuffies am sposed to shawe aww nummies… An Cobawt so cited fow skettis fow WONGEST WONGEST time! An haf tummeh huwties an…’
‘NU SHAWE! Skettis am Daffodiw’s an Speshuw fwen’s nummies fow when babbehs come! When speshuw fwen Sky fin Daffodiw, We gif you BIGGEST owwies’
‘Nuuuu Nu mowe owwies PWESE, Cobawt haf tu many alweady!’
‘Then GU WAY dummeh mawe! Am Daffodiw an Sky nummies piwe!’
Saddies. More saddies and heart hurties. This meanie soon mommy and her special friend seem to be bad fluffies who won’t share their delicious nummies with other fluffies. Maybe sleepies will help with tummy hurties. You’re very used to having sleepies for nummies now. Looking around, you
spot Chocolate with his head hanging low by a rockie, and you decide to go over and try to fluffpile with him for warmth.
‘Chocowat… why saddies?’
‘Ofew fwuffies say Chocowat am dummeh poopeh fwuffy. Say Chocowat nu haf nummies fwom nummie piwes OW sweepies in fwuffpiwe… Huu huu… Chocowat haf hug fow heawt huwties?’
You’re not going to do that. You still don’t really like this poopie stupid dummie special friend. But you’re cold and need to make a warm nestie for when the babies come. So you begin using your owwie hoofies to start scraping away the damp soil around the rock. For a moment, you can’t really tell what is soil and what is poopies. Since you can’t really smell anything. But you’ve created a nice little hole next to the rock for now. Chocolate repeatedly strolls in a low-energy manner around the rockie and begins to bring back piles of something like grassies.
‘Chocowat bwing fwowews fow pwetty nestie… Speshuw fwen awways wiked pwetty fwowews so Chocowat gathew fwowews during hewdie nummies and wawkies time…’
‘Chocowat nu eat ANY dis time… Chocowat put on scwuffies instead… Ofew fwuffies twy an num fwowews so chocowat hide dem behind wockie’
Chocolate deposits the pretty flowers in the hole and your hearties gets warmies for the first time in a long time. You trot into the hole, slump down, and curl yourself up tight for warmies. Chocolate is soon to follow curling against you, so you reshuffle and make sure your special place is oriented against the rock. The last thing you want ever again is more special huggies… Especially from ugly dummie poopie Chocolate.
You fall asleep, and dream of when you used to sleep in a fluffpile with mommy in mommy’s warmies bed in the warmies housie. Your tummy is so full of sketties and your hoofies are so tired from playing at the fluffy park and with mommy all day. You blissfully coo as you nuzzle your nosie up against mommy’s pretty facie and…
You’re awake, unfortunately, you try really hard to clench your see places closed and continue the pretty dreamies in your thinkie place, but the bright sky light is making it hard to go back to sleepies and all the other fluffies are emerging from their piles and talking really loudly.
Chocolate is sitting by the rock, with a bit more energy now. You clamber to your hoofies and… Hoofies? Hoofies are still sleepies? You roll up and try to check on your hoofies and… Oh no! Hoofies have the biggest sickies! They’ve ballooned like an angry fluffy’s cheeks and have a yickie color. And they really really hurt, no matter how you shift and how you move, your hoofies have a high-pressure burning sensation. They hurt to much to stand on right now, especially with all your tummy babies.
‘No wowwies hoofies… haf wickies cweanies…’
You sit up with a big ‘OWWIES’ and crane your neck to try to lick your hoofies better. You lick and you lick at your soft hoofies but they still have BIG sickies.
You notice the rest of the fluffies begin to emerge from the big nestie place mound. Colorful fuzzes pouring out of each hole.
‘Fwuffehs hewp soon mummah? Hoofies haf biggest sickies an haf BIG owwies!’
‘Fwuffies! Fwens! Hewp soon mummah wawkies pwese!’
‘Fwens?’
You’re ignored. Petal emerges from the central mound and takes a BIG stretch and has a yawn. Trotting happily with the rest of the mound fluffies toward the path.
‘Petaw! Petaw! Bestest fwen! Cobawt nu can mofe cawse hoofies haf WOWSTEST sickies! Pwese hewp Cobawt wawkies!’
Petal notices your condition and trots over with a concerned look.
‘Haf owwies? nee hug?’
‘Cobawt fink owwies tu much fow hug… Huuhuu… Nee Petaw hewp tu wawkies…’
‘Sowwy Cobawt… Petaw nee go wif hewd tu fin nummies… nee nummies fow tummeh babbehs…’
And with that, she trots off, humming the ‘mummah wuvs babbehs’ song as she does so, disappearing into the mustering group of fluffies. You want to go with them to find yickie grassie nummies too, but you’re too big and your hoofies have the WORST hurties and sickies. Maybe Chocolate can bring you back nummies instead?
…
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‘OWWIES’
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‘SKREEEEEEEE’
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‘BIGGEST POOPIES! BIGGEST POOPIES! BIGGEST POOOOOPIES!’
You drop what feels like the biggest poopie of your lonely life. Your special place is on fire as another poopies comes.
‘EEEEE PWESE SPESHUW PWACE AN POOPIES, NU HUWT SOON MUMMAH PWEEEEEESE’
You drop another biggest poopie, and another. Nearly passing out from the pain. You hobble yourself and crawl to get away from the meanie big poopies.
Curling up to cry.
‘HUU HUU HUU, WHY HOOFIES AN POOPIES HUWT SOON MUMMAH, FWUFFY NU MEAN TO…’
Chirp
Chirp Chirp
‘B… Babbehs?!.. BABBEHS!’
‘Chocowat! COBAWT AM DID IT! COBAWT AM MUMMAH!’
You’re much lighter now, and can at least maneuvre on your broken hoofies to look at your new babies. There’s a PRETTY BLUE EARTHIE BABY and a YELLOW EARTHIE BABY just like your fluffy mommy and even a WHITE WINGIE BABY and a… brown baby…
‘CHOCOWAT AM DADDEH! YAY! CHOCOWAT AM DADDEH!’
Chocolate jumps around in joy! you wish you could join him but you can’t get up for a while. Chocolate comes over to inspect the babies a bit closer, leaning forward to sniff them and give them lickies cleanies. He points a hoof at the brown baby.
‘Wis one am Chocowat’s favowite, haf fuw wike Chocowat!’
‘Siwwy Chocowat… Is no bestest babbeh! Is poopie babbeh!’
Your celebrations are cut short as the smartie fluffy begins to address the herd.
‘DUMMEH HEWD! WE HAF TU GU FIN NUMMIES, WEMBEW COWDIES TIMES COMIN, SO NU EAT AWW NUMMIES, BWING BACK FOW NUMMIES PIWES’
‘Ewm, Chocowat? need gu wif hewd an find mummah nummies fow miwkies’
‘Otay! Chocowat go fin nummies fow speshuw fwen!’
As Chocolate trots along, he is intercepted by the smartie and two toughies, nightmare and the one who hit you in the face last darkie time.
‘Whewe poopie fwuffy am goin?’
‘Chocowat fin nummies fow speshuw fwen! speshuw fwen am mummah an nee nummies fow…’
‘NU! Yu am poopie fwuffy! Need num AWW da poopies in nestie pwace untiw smeww pwetty gain!’
‘Nuuuu! Chocowat nu wan num poopies! Poopies aw’
THWACK
Nightmare hits Chocolate in the eye and sends him backwards with a splash of booboo juice. The three fluffies begin to crowd Chocolate and wail
on him. Mercilessly giving him sorry hoofies.
THWACK ‘EEEEEEEE PWEE…’
THWACK ‘SKREEEEEEE’
THWACK THWACK ‘EEEEE PWEESE’
THWACK ‘PWEEE HEE HEEESE NUU!’
THWACK THWACK chirp CHIRP
The sound of Chocolate being mercilessly beaten appears to be scaring your babies. So you crawl in between the sight and your new babies.
THWACK ‘EEEEEEEEEEEE HEEE HEEEEEEE’
‘It otay babbehs… Nu wowwy…’
THWACK ‘ee… eee’ chirp
‘It aww okay babbehs’
Chocolate weakly lifts his head up to look at the smartie.
‘Pw… pwe… pwese… pwe nu mow huwt daddeh… da… da’ CHIRP
The smartie grabs Chocolate by the scruff and drags him over to a pile of poopie by a tree, plopping his broken body down next to it.
‘Now, num poopies NAO!’
For a minute you really don’t think Chocolate is going to go ahead with it. Surely any good fluffy would rather have forever sleepies than num poopies. But he weakly lifts his head, one of his see places has big owwies, and has swollen up and now looks like your hoofies. His nose is pouring with booboo juice. He slowly opens his mouthie, many of his teefies have been knocked out.
He weakly moves his head near the poopies and… takes a bite. The mousse-like consistency is carved away by his gums and he immediately makes sickie water all over the poopie pile.
‘Dummie poopie fwuffy! WHY MAK SICKIE WAWA ON POOPIE PIWE!’
The smartie jumps his front hoofies on Chocolate’s side, elliciting little more than a weak, winded cough.
‘WHEN SMAWTIE AN HEWD AM BACK, AWW POOPIES BETTEW BE GON, OR GIF POOPIE FWUFFY AN DUMMEH MAWE FOWEVEW SWEEPIES!’
With that, he trots back to the waiting herd, and they all begin to leave the nestie place to go find nummies.
‘Hehe, dummie poopie fwuffy bweak wuwes an get sowwy hoofies’
‘New wittewpaw make nestie pwace smeww pwetty mummah?’
‘Nummin poopies am su yickies’
‘hey why fwuffy so weak an fwagile but can eat unwimited amount of poopies an tak so much punishmen? An why fwuffy can surfife on nummin anyfin? sounds dummie fow when escape an become invasif… An why meanie abooser hoomans wuv huwt fwuffy but am same hoomans who wuv kittie and doggie munstahs? Ah mebe fwuffy am thinkie tu much’
‘Hate seeing dummie fwuffies get sowwy hoofies, but smawtie am always wite!’
‘Dewiwa hope fin skettis this bwightie timesies!’
The chattering herd is soon out of earshot. Leaving only the heaviest soon mommies and mommies with new babies behind. Chocolate weakly rises on shakey leggies, looking straight at the ground. Booboo juice is pouring out of every orafice on his body, and his see place has completely closed over. His other eye is making lots of saddie water and he only moves to force another mouthful of the poopie pile. He is weeping weakly, and every breath seems like a struggle for him now.
You WOULD feel sorry for him, but all you can think is how GROSS he is. He is literally numming poopies right now. FluffTV said ALL fluffies are meant for love, even the poopie ones, but maybe FluffTV is wrong and poopie fluffies ARE supposed to num poopies? That’s good, because you have a poopie baby! which means you have your own little litterpal! Your nest is going to be SO pretty and smell pretty too!
Chirp Chirp
‘Wa mattew babbehs? dummeh daddeh am scawe yu?..’
‘OH! haf tummeh huwties! nee miwkies an wuv!’
You sit on your haunches, and use your swollen yickie hoofies to knead at your milkie places, and begin moving your bestest blue and white wingie baby onto them… But nothing comes out… Your own tummy huwties become apparent, and you look down at your pretty nestie flowers.
‘Huu huu… Sowwy pwetty nestie… mummah need num pwetty nestie fow make miwkies fow babbehs’
You lean over and begin to graze up a bunch of the pretty nestie flowers.
As the day goes on, and the sun goes down, you’ve nummed a lot of the pretty nestie flowers and managed to feed all your babies. The best babies got lots and lots of milkies. The yellow one got some and you’re not sure if the poopie baby got any, but that’s fine, he can eat brother and sissy and mommy’s poopies instead. You need to make sure the wingie baby gets as MUCH milkies as possible so they can grow up big and strong and fly you all to sketties land!
It is nearly darkies time again, and you can hear the fluffy herd return in a cacophony of chatter. And eventually a rainbow stream pours into the nestie place. You look around, and it looks like Chocolate has managed to num all the poopies that you can see anyway and is sitting by a different rockie with his head low.
He is largely ignored as the important fluffies pour into the mound and the less important fluffies merge into fluffpiles in their nesties around the trees.
That’s when Daffodil struts over to you with a sad look in her see places.
‘Daffodiw fin speshuw fwen takin fowevew sweepies… nee mow nummies fow nummies piwe befowe babbehs’
She crouches down and begins scooping up your remaining nestie flowers up into her mouth. You can do little more than flail your dummie sickie hoofies in response.
‘Nuu! Nu take pwetty nestie fwowews! Nee nestie fwowews fow make nestie pwetty an smeww pwetty! An nummies fow miwkies!’
She ignores you and carries off all your remaining nestie flowers to her nummies pile.
‘Huu huu, babbehs… Meanie ofew mummah take nestie fwowews huu huu huu’
You curl around your babies and weep softly, comforted by their chirpies.
‘Mumm… huu huu… mummah wuv babbehs… huu’
‘Babbehs wuv… huu… wuv mummah’
‘thp… thpe-uw fwe-… Chocowa- wa- see babbehs agai-, pweeth…’
You REALLY don’t want to deal with him right now. You’re already worried about nummies and have saddies about the meanie mare.
‘Nu! Chocowat am dummie poopie fwuffy! Nu make babbehs nu smeww pwetty! gu way!’
Chocolate curls up somewhere behind you, sniffleing and sobbing weakly with the occasional broken cries of something like ‘meanie speshuw fwen’ and ‘meanie smawtie’ and ‘meanie hewd’. Though you can barely understand him through his owwies mouth.