After the ruling of Fluffies being legally declared as Biotoys, and the subsequent consequences of such a ruling, new industries were created and flourished overnight.
We are all aware of Fluffmart and the many chains and stores under their umbrella of influence. But what if I told you that the famous racing series, FuwaFuwa Derby, was also under their ownership?
Yes.
The famous racing Derby that infamously sprung up before Fluffies were even processed through the federal court system, they are currently owned by Fluffmart. And as such had a lengthy history of allowing degenerate gambling on chimera pig horses before the fossils running Congress could ask what the fuck is a fluffy.
Now you wouldn’t think a racing series where the top speed is five miles an hour would be entertaining. But oh are you going to be surprised. The track might only be 50 feet of cushioned foam, but the energy is there. Who wouldn’t bet their mortgage on a Neon Green pegasus waddling at peak performance?
Fluffy racing took the world by storm. People won big, and lost more betting on whoever crosses the finish line. And I’m here to tell you the story of one of the most infamous moments of this sport’s history.
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9 years ago. FuwaFuwa Derby. Las Vegas.
This morning was filled with tense energy. Owners and Trainers alike are preparing their Fluffies for the crown jewel of the FuwaFuwa Derby. The Las Vegas event. On the anniversary of the original founding of the sport. With humble beginnings of racing and betting on cheap Fluffies in a frat party, the sport took off in ways nobody expected. Cory and Bob, the original creators of the sport, now sit at the podium. Smiling and waving at the crowd and cameras as the people cheered and excitedly placed their bets. Once wearing faded graphic tees, they now wear fine pressed suits and jewelry as they commemorated the event.
As they talked about their frat days we follow a trainer as he struggled with a deluxe carrier. Bedazzled with fake gemstones and a plush interior, his Fluffy, Tooting Clouds, is having her usual fit.
“- and nu want mo bwocowi! It taste icky! Onwy sketties fo dinna!” Thomas grumbled as he lugged around the heavy carrier. This spoiled rotten mop is always like this. She’s lucky she’s fast enough that she brings in enough cash to not be a smear on the wall. Once reaching his designated area, he gently placed the carrier down, opening the door to let out a white pegasus fluffy with a frizzy purple mane. Her wings buzzed in agitation as she looked around the arena before audibly groaning. “… why Tootin Cwoud hab to wun? Nu wike wunning!”
For once, Thomas agreed with his charge. He would rather be anywhere but here. But this job actually pays his bills and his wealthy, probably involved with the Yakuza, Boss likes his results. So he took a deep breath of preparation before telling Tooting Cloud why racing is so important.
“Because all these nice people like to see you run. They like seeing you win. And nobody can run like you.” It would be inspirational if it weren’t said in such a bland and dead tone.
But Tooting Cloud does not listen for tone, she listens for flattery. She pretends to think about it before smiling a smug smile. Hearing the crowd cheer during a race does make her blood pump. And she does like to gloat whenever she got first place.
“… Yu wite. Nobody can wun wike me.” She poses for a invisible camera. Already assured in her victory. Thomas just rolls his eyes. Tooting Cloud was just a reject from a mill because they were trying to breed Rarity Fluffies. Her fate would have been to be either a breeder or milkbag, but she was saved from that fate when she was recorded being the fastest filly in the playpen. And now she gets to race for degenerate gamblers on live TV. Spoiled rotten from winning the Japan Kyoto circuit in her rookie year.
“Konishiwa Cwoud Sama.” Tooting Cloud mentally hit the brakes. Her fur bristled. No. It’s her.
“… Gowd Ship.”
Tooting Cloud cooled her features before turning to give a smile HR would be envious of. Gold Ship is a pristine gray earthy fluffy wearing a red harness and a little equestrian helmet strapped to her head. Named after the real Gold Ship, she was a prodigy, born with slightly longer legs and scouted in Tokyo. Gold Ship the fluffy has a great track record of wins. But to blindly bet on her would also be a mistake. For as fair and dainty as she appears, she’s quite the wildcard. Throwing races just cause she felt like it. Oh how Tooting Cloud envied her.
“Hewwo Gowd Ship! Tootin Cwouds bestest fwend!” The pegasus strained to keep a smile on her face as she opened her arms for a hug. Gold Ship did not accept the hug, merely standing in place as she gave a mischievous smile to her American Rival. “Nice to see yu again. Am Tootin Cwoud still Tootin?” Tooting Clouds fur bristled as she clenched her sphincter.
That was one time.
Thomas snorted as he remembered that particular race.
“… Jus yu wait Gowd Ship. Tootin Cwoud am goin to win dis wace. An show evewyone dat Tootin Cwoud am da bestest fwuffy wacer evah!”
Gold Ship was not too concerned. She gave a small bow before walking back to her trainer. Immediately getting scooped up by the Japanese man before they started speaking to each other in their native language.
Tooting Cloud glared at Gold Ships back before turning to her trainer. “Fwuffy am gonna win today.” Thomas was just glad he doesn’t have to hype her up.
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“All bets are placed! Whether it’s through the venue or fucking Cuckshi! All bets are placed! The race is about to begin!”
Tooting Cloud was locked in as the announcer finished hyping the crowd up. Thomas has dressed her up in her purple harness and tiny hat. Her number, 13, emblazoned in golden glitter. The other Fluffies are also harnessed up and placed in their corral at the starting line. Tooting Cloud ignored her neighbor, the small pink fluffy trying to talk to her. She just focused on the sound of the buzzer and the gate opening.
“… And there they go!”
Tooting Cloud put her all into her stubby little legs, breaking into a sprint (waddle) and immediately putting herself in the top three. The white pegasus is pacing her breathing as she kept up her tops speed, trying to stay near the lead with the other Fluffies. She doesn’t know or care their names. All that matters is…
“Gold Shop is bringing it up from the rear!!!”
Tooting Cloud felt her heart in her throat as the crowd started going wild. She dared look back and spotted the Gray Earthy quickly overtaking everybody else. Gold Ship made eye contact with her for a second before bed lining for her position.
“Nu! Tootin Cwoud am bestest!”
With renewed vigor, Tooting Cloud began to really sprint. Only caring that she stayed ahead of Gold Ship. As she began to actually gallop, she began to let slip toots and farts with every step she took. Her crop-dusting taking effect behind her as the other Fluffies slowed down and began gagging. Cries of “Nu smell pwetty” reached her ears, but Gold Ship is still reaching for her position.
The pegasus began to breathe heavy, her pacing completely out of sync as exhaustion is catching up to her. Just as she’s about to take another step, Gold Ship finally caught up to her, ready to claim the top position. Tooting Cloud would not have this. “Git Away Dummeh Gowd Ship!” And so, on live TV, Tooting Cloud shoulder checked Gold Ship. The crowd went ballistic.
“Oh No! Japan’s Number One is being physically pushed by rookie star Tooting Cloud!” Shouted the announcer as Gold Ship stumbled but kept running. Gold Ship huffed and puffed in anger before shouting, “SHINEE!!!” and pushing back Tooting Cloud.
At this point the mares are in a shoving match as they pushed for first place. The other Fluffies are forgotten as they resorted to physical means. Tooting Cloud decided to go even lower as she reached out to bite Gold Ship, successfully grabbing her. But Gold Ship, raised on a diet of lean protein and vegetables quickly overpowered Tooting Cloud and pushed her to the ground. But both Fluffies rolled around in the middle of the track as they decided to instead give each other sorry hoofsies.
The crowd began to shout and cry, everyone stood up from their seats as they watched their money burn. Both statistics favorites getting into an altercation as the other Fluffies ran by them.
“My House! That was my fucking House right there! Fuuuuck!!!”
Thomas couldn’t believe his eyes. His stupid protege just cost them everything.
“Yu poopy dummeh! Yu stoopid poopy dummeh! Yu nu am bestest! Fwuffy am bestest!” Tooting Cloud shouted as she reared up on her legs to stomp Gold Ship only for the Earthy to tackle her to the floor and proceeded to bite her ear clean off. “EEEEEHHHH!” Screamed the pegasus as the gore was captured on camera. The Japanese fluffy staring right at the viewers for a second before continuing to pummel the American biotoy.
Tooting Cloud was spared further maiming as Staff pulled and separated the two mares. Blood trickled down the sides of the Rarity knockoffs head. Thomas holding her and pressing a towel to stop the bleeding. “… did fwuffy win.” Asked the bloody pegasus.
“And the winner is Haru Urara!!!” The crowd cheered even louder as everyone turned to see that the small talkative pink fluffy was the one who crossed first place. Her trainer crying tears of joy as he hugged and held her up. She was crying too as she was showered with confetti. Her first ever win.
Thomas stood silent as he mentally processed what just happened in less than ten minutes. Looking down to see his student passed out from exhaustion and blood loss. Gold Ship glaring at Tooting Cloud as she was held by her trainer. They would be lucky if they don’t get sued…
Fuck.
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Thomas retired from training Fluffies for the Derby’s. His boss was not happy with the results of the race but understood that Tooting Cloud was a whole case to work with. So instead, he decided to retire Tooting Cloud as well. She now sits in his office. Eyes unblinking and looking at nothing. Standing next to her fellow champions. Perfectly taxidermied.