Another day, another moment where you’re staring up at the ceiling, there’s no work today. Which is good, because it naturally eats away at your will to live. A mindless repetitive job full of idiots controlling everything. Laying in your bed, you think about Noah and Lee. About Fluffies in general. Such pure things, they fuck like rabbits, but they have such a blissfully ignorant view of the world. So naive. So easily to trust, and eager to please.
And deep down that disgusts you. You look at yourself and at them, they’re brilliant lights in the sky, stars that are immaculate and without sin. They’re too beautiful, too innocent and a voice within you hates them for it. A part of you wants nothing more than to take something beautiful and pull it down to your level. Pollute it, defile it, twist it into your color and make it yours.
It is moments like these where you truly feel like a monster. Barely even human anymore, not that humans are worth much, but you have moments. All you want is love. Love that comes without condition. Without expectations or any strings attached. No longer alone with yourself, and your darkest thoughts that come in the night.
A part of you hates that you can’t stand being alone. A piece of you resents it. You look at the pair as they sleep, those little angels. Even with everything you’ve done to both of them. Robbing them from loving mothers, taking away Lee’s hindlegs, and tormenting Noah constantly. They still love you without question.
Noah may have his moments, but he constantly longs to be with you. Every time they’re awake, the two vie for your love, about as much as siblings seem to do. It’s never violent, but they compete regardless to see who can be daddy’s favorite. So far, Lee has won more times than Noah, and he bitterly resents it.
You can see it in the way he occasionally pushes Lee around, even while they sleep. Noah stretching out his hooves, pushing them against Lee who lets out a little cry of annoyance as he’s forced away from his cuddle buddy. Lee doesn’t wake up, but in some manner he is contesting the fact that he’s being pushed away.
Sometimes, you try to be their mediator, but there’s moments where you just allow Noah to be himself. As much as you enjoy abusing him, you don’t hate him. You don’t hate either one of them. They’ve proven themselves to be good pets, not the exemplary ones you’re working to create, but they’re on the way. Sometimes, you find it easy to slip into the affectionate owner mindset for them. It’s not permanent, but it gives you a chance to think on things. Sometimes, you wish that you didn’t have these urges. They don’t act up with real animals.
As much as you hate dogs, you could never bring yourself to harm one. Same with cats, birds, mice, and the like. You can easily kill certain bugs, but that has more to do with your innate hatred of having insects invade your personal space. No, Fluffies are special in that regard. Special, innocent, stupid, and completely loving creatures. This makes you hate them, and love them for their stupid qualities.
In this particular instance, you feel no desire to hurt them. Not out of a sudden flair of hugboxer love. You’re too far gone for that, too broken by reality to allow such saccharine things exist in your empty heart. You just lack the inspiration or drive for it. Pain without purpose disgusts you; abusing them without any meaning or a goal to reach, you’re better than that. Everything has a reason, the abuse, the pain, the tears and the missing limbs. It all has something to drive it forward. A goal that you’re struggling with. Noah is being good, good in your eyes, and Lee has done little to inspire your anger.
Although, you think about Lee. Out of the two, he is the most gentle, the sweetest and most loving. Noah may think the world of you, but Lee is utterly dependent on you. He can’t go far on just two legs, and not to mention the action of prolonged dragging does take its toll on his junk. After all, he is scrapping it along whenever he tries to crawl his way forward. You’ve taken steps to insure he doesn’t do that on rough terrain, but he does get friction burns from time to time.
It is that reason why you’ve considered and decided to set up their first appointment at the local vet. The hardest part is finding one that has experience with Fluffies. After all, they’re nothing like real animals and need someone who understands that. Their deficiencies and the like. When daylight breaks, you start getting ready, the two begin to stir awake by your sounds, Lee letting out a loud yawn and Noah shoving him aside in annoyance due to him deciding to get into his personal space, “Wee tu cwose. Noah nu wan’.”
Of course, Lee takes it to heart and starts to cry, crawling away from Noah with a sad look on his face, “Huuhuu… sowwy Noah. Wee nu mean tu.”
Noah crawls out of bed, his steps still uneasy and awkward at times even though he is growing. It won’t be long before he is a stallion, but right now he’s an awkward colt that still seems to stumble from time to time. He jumps off of the bed, landing in a clothes pile set down just so he can land safely without hurting himself. Crawling out, he bounces with each step, “Guud bwite-time daddeh.”
Lee sniffles, he looks at you, and smiles a little, “Guud bwite-time daddeh, daddeh am sweepies guud?”
“Yes, I’m just getting ready for our appointment. We’re visiting the vet.”
“…wet?”
“Vet, they make Fluffies that are sick all better, and make sure that happy Fluffies are healthy.”
“Noah an’ Wee nu sickies, daddeh.”
Noah seemed confused at first, but you lean down to him, petting his fluffy forehead gently, “They’ll make sure you stay that way. I still need to bring you both in with me.”
The trip to the vet went about as well as expected, you made sure to layer the bottom of the pet carrier with some towels that you intend to throw away later. Being indoor Fluffies, you figure that you might be able to get away with doing this every other year or even longer. They react to the car about as well as a Fluffy can, you made sure to warn them that it may be loud, but they’re not going to get hurt. When you started the car, you heard Noah let out a confused chirp, crying out, “Scawdies!”
“That’s the car, it won’t hurt you.”
Lee hides his face, but Noah tries to keep a brave face, “O-otay daddeh. N-noah be bwabe.”
It amazed you that they didn’t shit in the carrier, even after the trip to the vet, they kept their sphincters in check. Of course, this is the easy part.
Your name is Lee and you’ve got the tummy flutters right now.
Daddy is taking you and Noah to a place called “the Vet”. It’s easy to tell that Noah is nervous, but he tries to act tough and brave. You admire him so much, sometimes he seems so much stronger and braver than you ever could be. It’s hard to feel brave when you can’t walk good, much less be able to make good runnies. You try to hold his hoof with both of yours, all you want is to be brave like him. He pushes your hooves away, sitting up straight with his eyes staring out of the carrier. It doesn’t hurt, but you feel sad nonetheless.
“Wee stahp dat.”
“Sowwy… Wee wan’ be bwabe wike Noah, bu’ am toughies.”
Noah sighs a little, he looks at you for a moment before giving you a nuzzle with his muzzle. It gives you such big heart happies, you nuzzle back, “Sowwy Wee, Noah nu am bwabes eddah. Nu wan’ Wee be scawdies.”
“Wee am scawdies, bu’ hab Noah an’ daddeh su dat make Wee happies.”
“Daddeh am bestest daddeh, daddeh pwotec Wee an’ Noah.”
“Wub daddeh an’ wub Noah.”
“Wub daddeh too.”
The two of you finish talking just as the scary vroom-vroom monster quiets down, daddy steps out of the car and opens the monster up to take you both out. All three of you go inside, he sets the carrier down and talks with a nice lady. After some times pass, he picks you both up in the carrier, all of you walk into a big nice smelling room. There’s noises, but they don’t seem to bother the two of you. Noah seems worried, and you are too. At least, you both have daddy.
“Okay, let’s take Lee out first.”
The cage opens up, you’re lifted out by daddy, and placed on a cold metal table. The very instant that you touch it, you let out a loud squeak of protest, but daddy pets you softly and tries to assure you. “It’s okay, Lee.”
“Sowwy, daddeh. It am cowdies.”
The lady in the room with you grabs some stuff you don’t recognize, she walks to you and asks, “Okay, I need you to do a few things for me, if you’re a good Fluffy and do what you’re told, I’ll give you a treat. Is that okay?”
“Otay…”
She holds up a weird thing you’ve never seen before, “This will go in your ear, I can use it to check to see how things are going in there, are you ready?”
“Y-yah.”
It doesn’t hurt, but it feels funny, you stay still for it until she finishes up. The other ear is next, and she asks you to open your mouth. You do, and she places something on your tongue, “Okay, don’t move for me. I gotta check the inside of your mouth.”
“O-bweh.”
You try to talk, but it is hard with the wooden thing pushing your tongue down. It don’t hurt either, she’s rather gentle and nice. She looks in your eyes, feels your sides and then she gets out a long thin metal thing that she coats in a strange stuff. “Okay, this is the last part. Be a good fluffy and stay still for us.”
It takes you a moment, but she lifts your tail up and something pushes into your poopy place. Instantly, you want to blurt out that she needs to leave your poopy place alone, but you look up at daddy. So far, they’ve been trying to check to make sure you’re healthy. Not to mention, you don’t want to upset anyone. So you keep quiet, she doesn’t take long and pulls out the thing from your butt. “Good temperature. And you’ve been a wonderful Fluffy for me.”
Those words give you such heart happies, you smile up at her with your tail wagging, “Dank’oo nice wady.”
She puts you back in the carrier, and Noah is next. He is a little bigger and heavier than you, and he certainly acts braver than you. Sitting up and just staring at daddy and nice lady. He doesn’t even complain about the cold table. She does everything that she did to you with him. No complaints until she needs to take his temperature, he pauses for a moment, staring at the metal thing that she has out. “Noah nu mawe…”
“I know, but I gotta take your temperature. I do it to all Fluffies, even Lee had his taken and he’s not a mare either.”
That was pretty sound reasoning, he still doesn’t look happy about it, but he lets her do it. Flinching as she slides the thing inside his butt, he looks at you for a moment before looking away. He almost looks embarrassed. After it’s all done, she puts him in the cage too, but get out two small treat, “For Lee and Noah for being so good.”
Noah takes his first, he lets out a happy coo at the taste, and she offers one to you. You carefully take it with your mouth, biting down, there’s a burst of wonderful flavor. Something you’ve never tasted before, it is so savory and delicious. You want to ask what it is, maybe daddy can buy it for you both too. However, she’s already talking to him.
“So, how did Lee lose his legs?”
“There was complications with his birth and they came out malformed. I had to amputate them, why?”
“I wish you would have brought him to us instead of doing it yourself. Cauterizing wounds has to be done carefully, or there’s a risk of damaging the nerves in the underlying area. It’s just something to be aware of. Also, you said you wanted them both neutered?”
“Yeah, I thought about breeding Noah, but… it just seems more convenient for the two of them to have that taken care of now.”
The whole appointment didn’t take long, and after everything was said and done, you came out carrying a carrier with two healthy, and most importantly castrated Fluffies. Unfortunately, Noah took the event rather poorly, huddled up in a corner of the cage, he just cries softly with his tail in between his legs. The two of them lay together, Lee trying to console his friend, but Noah just huus, “Miss speshuw-wumps… wai take speshuw-wumps?”
“It’s not that bad. You both are healthy now, we’ll get home and I’ll give you guys lots of cuddles and love.”
Lee smiles up at you, looking over at Noah with a big grin, “Daddeh gib Noah an’ Wee wots o’ wub an’ huggies. Huggies make ebewyding bettah.”
“…nu wan’ dummeh huggies…nu wan’ dummeh wub…wan’ speshuw-wumps back…”
He’s sulking, but his words trigger something deep inside of you, the sadistic monster grins, “…did you call daddy’s love and huggies, “dummy”?”
There’s silence in the car, Lee freezes up, Noah flinches at your tone. Something inside of him quickly remembers, just how scary daddy can be. He swallows up some courage, and shouts, “Yes, daddeh am dummeh tu! Takesies speshuw-wumps an’ gib pointeh huwties. Daddeh am dummeh!”
He huffs, stomping his hoof down in an effort to seem more assertive, but you say nothing in response. The silence is more terrifying to the foals than anything else, even the vroom-vroom monster must seem completely tame compared to the eerie quiet. You stop the car. Go over to the backdoor, open it up and open the cage. Silently, you grab Noah and pull him out of the cage roughly, he squees in distress and you shut the cage. Stopped right in an alleyway, you look around for a moment, it smells like piss and there’s absolutely nothing at all. A hopeless place.
“Those who hurt daddy are bad fluffies. Remember that? Bad fluffies get no love, they get no hugs or warmth or food. All they get is the worst of hurties and become food for the monsters that live in the dark. Remember?”
Noah’s eyes widen as he looks around, it is completely different from home. So cold, it bites through his fluff, he trembles within your grasp. You don’t even know if he’s shivering from the cold or from fear. Either way, you relish it all. A sickening grin creeps over your lips, “Whatever pain you thought you felt in the vet is nothing compared to out here. Remember the noises you heard in the sorry box, they were from fluffies that live out here. Well, lived. They’re not alive anymore. Eaten, violated, mangled, mutilated, and destroyed.”
You push him against the cold brick wall, staring deep into his eyes, pinning him there so he’s forced to hear your every word, “They died screaming for their daddies, daddies that they hurt and made sad. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, NOAH.”
Noah starts to cry, he looks around for a moment then up to you before every ounce of bravery in his body falls apart. You lower him down to the gravel ground, he tries to avoid touching it, panicking as he whimpers out, “Nu daddeh. Nu, Noah nu wan’. Noah wan’ daddeh, Noah sowwies, pwease nu weave Noah.”
Yet, you let him go. He sits on the ground for a moment, and runs to your side, tears pouring out, he screams, “Daddeh, nu weave Noah!”
You just walk away towards the car, he tries to keep up, but falls over into the dirt. He’s never experienced the hard gravel of the outside world, the bite it leaves on sensitive hooves, the way it tears into the delicates without any remorse or mercy. All he can do is try to follow after you, sobbing hysterically, “Pwease, nu weave Noah. Nu wan’ fowebah-sweepies. Nu wan’ be munstah num-nums. DADDEH!”
There’s a moment where you stop, the pathetic purple alicorn waddling after you. He hyperventilates, his eyes looking up at you full of tears, red and so utterly desperate, “Daddeh, Noah wub daddeh. Sowwy fo’ bein’ wowstest fwuffeh. Sowwy fo’ bein’ maddies. Noah sowwy!”
Silence at first, you don’t respond, but you turn to him for a moment before finally breaking the silence, “We’ll deal with your behavior at home.”
He is so happy to have you pick him up, nuzzling your hand and crying as you bring him into the car. Put him in the cage with Lee, he can only hug his brother as the two start sobbing. Lee just cries out of joy, he looked frightened by the idea of Noah being gone forever. In a way, you’re thankful towards Noah, he gave you an excuse to abuse him again, but also… he will never want to run away again.
The amount of terror you instilled into him from threatening to abandon him, the weight of the prospect of being stuck outside in the cold, where bad things can torture and kill Fluffies. Certainly, the last thing he will want now is to go outside. And it’s only just begun for the two of them.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 [You’re here!]
Chapter 5 (Bad End)
Chapter 5B (Alternative Path)