Merry Beth sighed to herself as she looked up at the tree’s looming above her. A soft breeze whispers gently through the leaves, carrying with them a chill that seemed to nip at the tip of her little nose. Fall was almost over, and winter loomed over the magenta colored mare’s tiny fluffy head as she absentmindedly listened to the sound of her little heart-shaped hoofies tapping against the sidewalk as she waddled along.
“huuhuu nuuu… Pwease cowdie’ times, nu come yet! Mewwy Bef’ nee’ tu fin’ safie wawm pwace fow’ tummeh babbehs!”
Merry Beth was a soft magenta colored Pegasus fluffy with a long bubblegum-pink mane and matching flowing tail. The feathers on her wings shared the same color as her fluff, with a bright bubblegum pink tipping the feathers. She was a smaller fluffy, but still quite obviously bloating from her pregnancy. She fights back a small shiver as another breeze glides by, forcing her to put her head down into her chest fluff to shield her tear-stained eyes from the subtle winter breeze.
“huuhuu, see-pwacies haf’ cowdie-huwties!! Pweeze’ nu huwt Mewwy Bef cowdie times, am soon-mummah! Cowdie-huwties am bad fow’ mummah an’ tummeh babbehs! huuhuu!”
The mare cries pitifully into her chest fluff, soaking her face and her chest with her saddie-wawas. The cold air latches to the soggy fluff, using it to bite at the fluffy’s sensitive skin beneath. This causes her to shake more violently, sobbing as the cold air stings against her wet fluffy skin.
Suddenly a loud rubber sounding screeching noise rings out through the air, causing Merry Beth to let loose a wave of scardie-poopies all over the sidewalk just behind her. She lets out a cry of fear, falling backwards straight into her puddle of poopies.
“SCREEEE-”
-SPLAT-
“Nuuu!! huuhuu nu’ smeww pwetty!! Wat am-”
The mare’s lamenting is interrupted by the sound of a van speeding up the road behind Merry Beth. The mare turns her head, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as she see’s the van quickly catching up to her. Without thinking, Merry Beth dives head-first into some nearby bushes. Her fluff catches on every twig and branch as different kinds of debris tangle into and stick to her fluff. She struggles with every ounce of energy she can summon. Huffing, crying, and grunting until her tiny fluffy body is freed of the bushes entanglement.
Merry Beth lays as flat as possible, doing her best to hide herself from the vroom-vroom monster so it wouldn’t find her and make her into nummies.
The thought suddenly causes a new wave of fresh tears as the van speeds passed, totally unaware of the fluffies presence. Merry Beth waits low to the ground, holding her breath in fear as the sound of the van slowly fades away into the distance. Her tummy rumbles with fear and anxiety. She’d have shit herself again if she hadn’t already voided her bowels on the sidewalk just moments prior.
She waits, and listens.
One second passes.
Then two.
Three.
Merry Beth slowly releases the breath she had been holding as relief began to slowly wash over her. The Vroom-Vroom monster hadn’t found her. She was safe. All she had to do was find a new warm place for her tummeh babbeh’s and-
“EW WHAT THE FUCK?!”
A deep, gruff voice rings out through Merry Beth’s ears, sending an entirely new wave of fear shooting up her spine.
“God fucking… Who the fuck doesn’t clean up after their fuckin’ pets?! These are brand new 7000 dollar crocks!”
Merry Beth suddenly feels her body moving of it’s own accord. Her legs, shaking like a leaf, suddenly pull the rest of her body toward an open side-gate leading into a nearby homes back yard. She dashes across the yard as fast as her little leggies could carry her bloated body, only stopping once she was safely on the other side of the gate and out of view of the screaming human. Another gust of freezing wind glides in behind her, slamming the gate behind her and latching it shut.
Her chest heaves as she forces her lungs to suck in as much cold air as possible. Her heart beats fast enough to hurt her chest, and her legs suddenly give out beneath her body causing her to fall over onto her side and pass out.
The mare only gets a moment of reprieve before being woken by something… Pretty smelling? Her eyes flutter open and her vision slowly comes to focus on an open window, brightly illuminated above her. A tall, skinny man cooks away at a steaming hot stove as sweat drips down his forehead. He grins as he stares down at his creation, giving it a chefs kiss as he turns off the stove to marvel at his work.
Alanzo stares down at what could possibly be his greatest Italian dish yet. He had spent years mastering his craft, prepping and crafting some of the most exquisite and expensive dishes on the planet. He was long since retired, but never grew out of his love for cooking dinners for him and his young daughter, Anya.
He takes a deep breath in, inhaling the marvelous aroma of his newly crafted dish. Sure, it was simple. Boiled store bought pasta with a home-made tomato sauce, seasoned with spices no average dinner cook could ever hope to pronounce. It was a far cry from the 5 star meals he was used to cooking for a living, but it was Anya’s birthday. All she wanted was for her papa to make her favorite food, spaghetti. A simple request, but one Alanzo fulfilled happily for his now 10 year old daughter.
With another wave of his hand, he opens his kitchen window to let in the cool night air. He then brings that same hand to his mouth with a swishing motion, cupping it to the side of his lips.
“Anya my sunshine, it’s bein time to come and to eat down your birthday foods!”
His thick accent that I’m too lazy to describe peppers his voice as he speaks, catching the attention of the fluffy mare now sitting outside his kitchen window.
Marry Beth’s ears perk up at Alanzo’s voice, and her nose to the smell of his freshly crafted dinner. Her mouth begins to salivate uncontrollably as she takes in as many good smells from the food as she can.
“Smeww su pwetty! Dem nummies am wha’ Mummah nee’ fow bestes’ miwkies for tummeh-babbehs!”
The mare stands on her shaky hoofies, her bloated stomach scraping the crunchy dead grass beneath her as she drags herself up to the back door of the illuminated home. Her programmed instinct kicks in, pushing her to drag her bloated self up to the back door as she prepares to knock. However, something stops her hoofie just as it’s about to tap the wooden door. Memories of meanie hoomins giving her hurties shoot through her head, causing her to start shaking once again. The meanie monster humans voice from earlier echos through her head, causing Merry Beth to consciously tighten her asshole against any potential scardie poopies.
She sits there debating if she should start knocking, when suddenly the door before her swings open. A rush of delicious smelling warm air hits the bloated mare, causing her to fall back onto her shit-caked tail with a soggy FWUMP.
Alanzo stares down at the fluffy, a large trash bag dangling from his clenched hand. She has no words. Fear has gripped her tightly enough to steal the breath from her lungs, making even crying in fear near impossible as she continues to shiver.
“Now what-a the hellsfire are you supposing to be?”
Merry Beth stares up at Alanzo silently, tears streaming into her cheek fluff. Alanzo stares quizzically back down at her. He had never seen fluffy ponies in his homeland, so the appearance of this creature confused him quite a bit.
Marry Beth’s pink coloration catches Alanzo’s eye, causing him to call out for his daughter’s assistance. Anya comes skipping to the door, her eyes widening as the pink mare comes into her vision. She wordlessly gasps, putting her hand to her mouth in surprise.
“Anya, my little shmoople, whats am this little thing at door is being?”
The little girl stares at the fluffy, still sitting silently in fear on her porch before quickly waving her hand upward toward her father in a “come here” motion. Alanzo bends down, allowing Anya to cup her hands to his ear as she whispers something to him in a hushed tone.
“Oh! So this is to being what americans call the “poofy horses” that your papa is to be seeing all over the television screenings!”
Anya nods her head excitedly before returning her gaze once again to the shivering creature on her porch.
Merry Beth, still violently shivering from the cold and fear, finally manages to push out a few words from between her chattering teeth.
“M-m-m-mummah c-c-cowdies… Bad fow t-t-tummeh b-b-babbehs…”
Her cowering is suddenly interrupted by the sound of her stomach rumbling loudly.
She quickly wraps her stubby hoofies around her as far as she can, softly weeping to herself as hunger pains begin to worsen.
Anya waves up at her father again, putting her hand excitedly on his shoulder to pull him down to her level. Alanzo bends down again and listens to his daughter whispering once again in his ear.
“Poofy Horse is to be expecting more poofy horses? What wonderful news this is to being! Come Anya, we can go to be making a safe pen for the Poofy horse to find amazing sleeping in!”
Anya lets out a little yelp of excitement as she claps her hands together and rushes off to find her old wooden toy chest.
Merry Beth stares up at Alanzo’s bright smiling face.
“Mistuh… Gif’ soon-mummah nummies? An’ wawmie nestie?!”
Her heart suddenly skips a beat, filling her with a newfound surge of energy as she shifts back onto her hoofies and waddles as quickly as she can toward the open door.
Alanzo watches with a curious expression as the mare slowly waddles toward his door. Before she can make it into the house however, she’s met with a loud THUMP as Alanzo drops the garbage bag in front of her.
“EEP! Wai’ huwt mewwy-bef? Jus’ wan wawmies n’ nummies fow tummeh babbehs!”
Alanzo sighs and bends down to the fluffs eye-level.
“Looking into my eyes, poofy horse. Alanzo has building his home here for very long time. Alanzo also holds many, MANY love to be in his heart for his precious little Anya. Alanzo is to be working VERY hard for little Anya. Even if Anya is to be holding her very much love for poofy horse, this home is still to being Alanzos. If poofy horse wishes to being live here with Alanzo and Anya, poofy horse must am to be willing to work. Alanzo is being giving nothing for free, even to you.”
Merry Beth rubs her snout and stares fearfully up at Alanzo before quickly jumping back up to her feet.
“Mummeh undewstan’! Soon-Mummah du anyfin’ new siwwy-talkie daddeh say! Jus’ wan safies and wawmie nestie an’ nummehs fow tummeh-babbehs!”
Alanzo smiles and nods, standing back up as Anya struggles into the kitchen holding a large wooden toy chest in her arms. Alanzo turns and retrieves the toy chest from Anya’s arms.
“Anya, go to helping papa in taking out the scraps. Papa will making sures that poofy horse is to being warm and sleeping.”
Anya nods to her father as she quickly picks up the bag of trash and runs it to the cans out back. Alanzo puts the box down on it’s side next to Merry-Beth, allowing her to waddle in by herself.
Merry Beth hesitates for a moment, not wanting to be put into a sorry box, but slowly waddles her way in after. Alanzo grins through his thick mustache as he carefully turns the box right-side-up before carrying it to a corner in his kitchen near the fireplace. He places the box down before quickly retrieving a thick blanket and a bowl of food and water.
Merry-Beth shivers, but less so now. Her body began to slowly thaw from the heat radiating from the fire place, allowing her to catch her breath and stretch out her sore limbs. She snuggles down into the blanket, cooing happily to herself as the soft not-fluff envelopes her.
She looks up from her resting place in the box to the awaiting eyes of Alanzo and Anya. Anya pulls her fathers shoulder down to her level, cupping her hands around his ear again as she giddily whispers something to him. Alanzo grins and stands again.
“Well of course little anya can to being pet the poofy horse!”
Alanzo quickly shifts his gaze down to Merry-Beth.
“And poofy horse isnt to be biting little anya’s little hands or else Alanzo is to be making poofy horse into next Goulash!”
Merry Beth peeps from fear, but is immediately calmed by Anya gently stroking her mane. She coos softly again, pushing up into anyas hand as Anya giggles and continues her petting. Merry-Beths stomach rumbles loudly again, causing her face to turn red. She timidly looks up at Alanzo and Anya, gently tapping her hoovies in front of her chest.
“Nu daddeh? Can Mewwy Bef’ haf’ nummies pweeze? Nu’ haf nummies in su’ many fowebahs… Tummeh haf-”
She’s cut off by Alanzo’s boisterous laughter suddenly filling the walls of his home.
“Well of courses poofy horse can to be eating! Alanzo will giving you a tasteful of his homeland!”
Merry Beth squeals in delight, soliciting another squeak of delight from Anya who continued to pet and scratch the fluffy.
Alanzo happily grabs a tub from his pantry, filing the small bowl in Merry-Beths box with what looked like a soft kind of kibble. Merry Beth slowly approaches the food, giving it a few sniffs before allowing herself to eat it. This wasn’t the sketties that her new daddy had made, but it still smelled pretty. The pretty smelling kibble gave her nosie little tingly feelings in her nose, causing her to giggle and rub her snout.
She looks up at Alanzo with tears in her eyes yet again.
“Tank ou’ daddeh!! Soon-mummah be gud fwuffy an’ num aww dah kibbew!”
Alanzo simply smiles and motions to the bowl just as Merry Beth dives into the kibble head first. Anya picks her plate up from the counter and sits on the floor, eating her dinner next to the fluffies new box. Alanzo collects his own helping and sits at the table, eating his dinner as he watches his daughter eat with the tiny creature. In fact, the tiny creature had almost totally emptied the food bowl!
Alanzo simply laughs as he pours her another scoop, filling Merry-Beths nose with the funny tingly feeling again. She happily goes about scarfing down this bowl as well, filling her empty belly as quickly as she can.
“Poofy horse is sure to being quite hungry! Alanzo is to be hoping you are enjoying his special-made small foods! Is old recipe Alanzo is to be bringing back from his homeland. Is mighty food to being made with Mighty spicy peppers straight from the homeland! Just like Alanzo’s babushka used to be making!”