Daycare Ch. 1 (by fluffysomething)

You are FV-0446, and mommy can’t leave you at home anymore. Instead, you get to go to daycare! You don’t know what that is, but it sounds fun!


“Welcome to Lil’ Sunshines Fluffy Daycare! You can put FV-0446 over there.” Someone says, pointing at a light-blue room with drawings on the walls and fluffies playing in it.

“Alright, bye! I’ll pick you up at 4!” Your mommy waves, walking out the double-doors.

You didn’t know it, but this daycare was going to be the worst experience you’ve had in your short life.


“Housie-fwiends? Su many! Wan aww tu be housie-fwiends!” You shout, running to a table of fluffies painting with their hooves.

“No, no housie-friends. These fluffies have to go home not sick, FV-0446. You can play with them, though!” Someone says, picking you up and sitting you down at the table.

“Oh-tay, bye bye! Wha 'ou doin?” You ask one of the fluffies, looking the at paper they’re painting on.

“Ou can nu sit wit’ us. 'Ou nu-pwetty!” The fluffy responds, scooting their chair away from you.

“Nu am nu-pwetty! 'Ou wan paint?” You question, sliding a plastic container of paint across the table.

“Nu fwom nu-pwetty viwus! That’s wight, Rosemawy heaw about 'ou fwom Mistah George when 'ou come hewe. Owive, git it 'way fwom tabwe!” Rosemary orders, as the other fluffy gets up and drags you away from the table before knocking paint all over you.

“Hee-hee! Nu-pwetty viwus am aww messy! Hab paint aww ovew it!” Olive laughs, kicking you in the face.

You walk to another table-- maybe they’ll be nice this time?

“Hewwo! Wan pway?” A fluffy asks, passing you a small toy.

“Nu wisten tu meanies oba thewe, dey awways meanie. Wan be fwends?” Another fluffy asks, looking up from their toys to talk.

“Oh-tay! Wai am they meen?” You question, motioning towards the other table.

“Dey am meanies tu Geowgia and fwends because we am poopie fwuffies. Nu know wai dey am meanie tu ‘ou. Wha’ am namesie?” Georgia explains as you play with the toy she gave you.

“Namesie am Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks. Wan pway baww?” You ask, rolling a yellow ball towards Georgia.

“Poopies and nu-pwetty viwus nu desewbe pway wit’ baww! Git sowwy-poopies!” Rosemary shouts, walking over, taking the ball from you, and proceeding to shit on you both.

“Yicky! Huu-huuu… Pwease nu mak’ nyew fwend num poopies…” Georgia begs, tears running down her face.

“Nyow, num poopies and cwean poopie-pwace!” Rosemary demands, calling Olive over to watch.

“Nu! Am meen!” You shout, hitting Rosemary’s nose.

“Wha? Nu du it? Owive, gib nu-pwetty viwus wowstest sowwy-hoofies in pointy-thingies.” Rosemary orders, looking down at you as Olive stomps on you.

“WOWSTEST OWWIES!” You scream for help, trying to move as another fluffy pins you down.

“Weawn wesson yet? Ow nee’ mowe sowwy-hoofies?” Rosemary asks, smiling at you cruelly.

“Wea-wearn wesson.” You sigh, walking over to clean Rosemary’s ass.


“Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks nu wike them! They am meen!” You rant, putting your not-head down on the table.

“It oh-tay, Eff-vee-somefing. Fwancis nu wike dem, eithew.” Francis says, patting your “back” and giving you a toy to play with.

“Still nu wike them, buh feew bettew. Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks hab pwan.”

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