Dey woke up on his comfy, cozy bed atop a small table in his mummah’s bedroom. He looked at the window. Just about able to see the bright blue sky and the white clouds. The curtains had been drawn slightly, allowing for light to illuminate the room, but not so much that it would interrupt his sleep.
Dey stretched his forelegs up in the air, then turned to his stuffed toys next to him in bed: Super Fluff, and the Piglet siblings, Peps and Jorge. Dey looked at all three with a warm smile.
“Gud bwight time Supah Fwuff! Gud bwight time Pweps! Gud bwight time How-he!”
The stuffed toys looked at him with their unblinking eyes and though they had said nothing, their permanent smiles filled Dey with joy, and he quickly snuggled against them.
“Wuv stuffed fwens!” Dey proclaimed.
He would spend a few minutes cuddling them. Enjoying the softness of his plush toys atop his warm, heat-regulated bed. Only stopping because he felt the need to use the litter box.
“Nee mak gud poopies” Dey stated to himself.
He quickly hopped out of bed and down the ramp, walking across the soft carpeted floors to a colorful litter box at the side of the bedroom. He stepped on the clay litter and spun around
“Gud Fwuffy mak gud poopies. Dey am gud Fwuffy su mak gud poopies” Dey sang proudly in an off beat tune, as he relieved himself.
Once the deed had been done, Dey kicked litter box sand onto his feces, then walked out of the litter box with a proud smile. He was feeling like a very good Fluffy right now, and he was hoping to get some rewards for being such a good Fluffy
Dey walked up to the door that Mummah had left slightly ajar, allowing for Dey to open it fully and walk through. He would enter the living room to see Mummah having breakfast with Mami mummah. Little daddeh Steph, was there too. Dey didn’t really like him. He was a meanie who never played with Dey whenever he asked. Only when he cried to Mami mummah, and even then he would always had that meanie look. Dey hoped that Mummah would stay home today, so that the two of them could play.
“Good morning baby” Mummah said in her sweet loving voice.
“Gud bwight time mummah! Dey wuv yu!” Dey said with a big smile.
“Awww I love you you too baby”
That certain made Dey feel good. He was really feeling like a good Fluffy today. He looked at Mami mummah and little daddeh Steph, and he smiled.
“Gud bwight time Mami mummah! Gud bwight time wittle daddeh Steph! Dey wuv yu!”
“Good morning little one” Mami mummah stated with a warm smile.
“Good morning” Steph said softly.
Dey felt really proud. He really, really felt like a good Fluffy today. The kind that deserved to get something nice for breakfast. Mummah would stand up and walk to the kitchen, and Dey found himself feeling excited, as he wondered what he would get for breakfast.
Maybe some delicious chocolate cereal softened with honey and milk.
Or those sweet, soft biscuits crushed into tiny bite sized pieces with a bowl of orange juice.
Or perhaps even sketti. That would certainly be an excellent reward for being such a very good Fluffy today.
Such exciting prospects would fill Dey with joy and he began to tap his hooves eagerly on the wooden floor, dancing in anticipation. As he did that, he watched Mami mummah talk to little daddeh Steph, listening in on their conversation. However, he didn’t understand what they were talking about. The words they used. He did not get their meanings nor their concept, but he did not care. He knew all the important words. The words he needed to know. The words that made sure that he was a good Fluffy.
“Here’s your breakfast baby” Mummah said with a lovely smile, holding his feeding bowl.
Dey made a small jump of joy and began tapped his front hooves rapidly on the floor, making no attempt to mask his excitement, and Mummah would call him adorable, gently stroking his fuzzy little cheek, filling him with elation and as Mummah placed the bowl down, he scampered up with joyous enthusiasm.
His heart sank.
In the bowl was something weird. A mix of dull colors. Peach, beige and light brown. Dey leaned down and sniffed it. It was not a bad smell, but it didn’t smell tasty or sweet either, it certainly did not look or smell like sketti.
“Wat am dis?” Dey asked.
“It’s apple and porridge Dey. I know it doesn’t look good, but believe me baby, it’s good for you. You’ve been getting a little tubby, so we’re going to have you start eating a little more healthier from now on, okay?”
Dey looked at his Mummah in disbelief. Healthier? He did not understand that word, nor what Mummah was talking about. However, he did understand one thing. This was not cereal in milk nor crumbled up biscuits with orange juice, and it was most certainly not sketti. Mummah must have made a mistake.
“Mummah? Can Dey hab sketti fo wakie time nummies n nut… dis?”
Mummah chuckled slightly, filling Dey with hope and he began to grow more hopeful when Mummah knelt down and patted his cute, fuzzy little head.
“I know it doesn’t look good Dey, but it is very good for you, so I’m sorry, but no sketti, and besides. Sketti is only for sketti day, right?”
Sketti was only supposed to be for sketti day. Mummah did say that before, but at the same time, Dey had been a very good Fluffy. He needed to plead his case.
“Bu Dey am vewy gud Fwuffy!” Dey cried out.
Mummah chuckled again and stroked Dey’s chin gently.
“Of course baby. That’s very good”.
“Den den y Dey nu get sketti?”
“Because sketti is only for sketti day, right?”
Dey stared at his Mummah in disbelief once again. He felt so betrayed. He was being a very good Fluffy, and very good Fluffies got sketti, so why wasn’t his Mummah giving him sketti!? He began to tear up slightly. He really wanted sketti, because he was being such a good Fluffy.
“Aww don’t cry baby. We can move sketti day to today, but it will have to be lunch or dinner. Right now, you have to eat your porridge and apples, okay?”
Dey shook his head in protest. He didn’t want porridge and apples. He wanted sketti, but then he remembered that only bad Fluffies demanded sketti, so he looked down glumly. He wanted sketti, but he didn’t want to be a bad Fluffy.
“Den… den can Dey hab kowah cwunch ceweal n milkies?”
Mummah shook her head “No baby, I already prepared your porridge. So no cereal”.
Dey couldn’t believe it. He once again stared at his Mummah in disbelief. He was already willing not to have sketti even though he deserved it. He was being such a good Fluffy yet he could not even have cereal and milk!?
“Den… den… bwiscit n owange juicies… pwease!”
Mummah shook her head again with a sympathetic smile.
“Sorry Dey, but you need to eat porridge for breakfast today. It’s good for you. Good food for my very good Fluffy”.
Dey stepped back in shock. No cereal? No biscuits with orange juice? No sketti? Only this dull colored meal that did not smell tasty or sweet. Wasn’t he a very good Fluffy?! Mummah had said so as well, so why was he being punished?
“Just try it Dey. Just a little bit. You’ll like it, I promise”.
Dey continued to look at his Mummah incredulously, but he reluctantly gave in, and hesitantly licked the porridge. It did not taste bad. In fact it tasted a little bit sweet. Only a little bit. It was definitely not as sweet as cereal and milk. It was hardly as good as biscuits and orange juice. It was nothing compared to sketti.
Dey didn’t like it. Not one bit. He didn’t ask for this. He wanted cereal. He wanted biscuits and orange juice. He wanted sketti. HE DESERVED SKETTI.
Dey looked at Mummah angrily, puffing his cheeks slightly and stomping his hooves.
“Dey wan sketti!” Dey demanded.
His Mummah stood up and crossed her arms with a frown.
“Dey… What have I said about demanding sketti?”
Dey shook his head in anger and stomped his hooves a couple of times.
“Dis nu faiw!” Dey cried out “Dey am vewy gud Fwuffy! Mak gud poopies wen wakies! Sa gud bwight time n wuv yu tu Mummah, Mami mummah n wittle daddeh Steph! Y Dey nu get sketti?!”
Dey continued glaring at Mummah angrily, but as he looked at her and her unhappy face, he began to lose his will. He didn’t like it when Mummah looked at him like that. It made him feel like a bad Fluffy, but he was a good Fluffy! A very good Fluffy and this was so unfair. So very, very unfair. It made Dey sad and he began to cry.
“Mummah am su meanie!” Dey cried out.
“Dey!” Mummah said in a scolding tone.
Dey had enough. He ran out of the living room and back into the bedroom. Across the carpeted the floor and up the ramp, diving right onto bed. He crawled under his blanket and hugged Super Fluff tightly. Sobbing gently into Super Fluff’s soft fabric.
“Hu hu hu am nu faiw” Dey wailed “Hu hu hu Dey am nut bad Fwuffy… Hu hu hu… Y Mummah nu gib yummy nummies… Hu hu hu… nu ceweal n miwkies… Hu hu hu… o biscwit n owange juicies… o… hu hu hu… eban… eban sketti”.
Dey continued to cry. Soaking his stuffed friend in his tears.
This was so unfair. He was a good Fluffy and yet he was being punished. All those good deeds, yet his Mummah would rather let him starve then feed him cereal or biscuits or orange juice.
Dey knew that he had to be the unluckiest Fluffy in the world.
A tranquil little lake, deep in the heart of a gorgeous pine tree forest. Home for a small herd of Fluffies. A pair of runaways who ran from home, because their respective owners refused to let them have a mate and children. So they took matters to their own hands and left. They found each other and found this place. So beautiful with all its colors. Trees and grass with their different shades of green. Flowers of red, yellow and purple. The lake, a sparkling blue.
They would make a nest under the roots of a tree, and soon they would have a wonderful babies. A cute litter of five adorable foals. All of such vibrant colors. They would awaken into this wonderful world and find their life nothing but bliss. Protection from predators, pretty things to look at in all directions, a large space to run and play, and so many places to forage for food, as well as water to drink. It was a haven for this little herd. A paradise to call their own. Or rather, it was such things for all but one.
The sixth foal. Cursed from the moment it had been born. Fur of dark brown with small patches of yellowish-green and a brownish grey mane. From the moment it had been born, it had been deemed an ugly child unworthy of love. Cast out onto the corner of paradise. The area where the waste belonged.
The only warmth he had ever felt was that of fresh excrement.
The only thing he had ever tasted was the bitterness of feces and urine.
The only love he felt was the stinging bite of insects.
The foal looked at his family from amidst the pile of waste. Watching his daddeh and some of his siblings play a game of huggie tag, whilst his other siblings nuzzled with his mummah. How he wished to join them. To be loved. Just even once.
A brief feeling of hope as he noticed his daddeh approaching.
Perhaps he would feel love today?
“Hewe dummeh poopie babbeh. Fwesh poopies fo nummies”.
His heart would have shattered, as his daddeh shat on his face, but honestly he was used to it. Used to being degraded. To being treated less than dirt. Seen as nothing than an outcast. Yet he could never get used to this. The acts that he would need to commit in order to survive, but as his stomach rumbled in pain, he knew he had no choice.
He brushed off the feces and sunk his teeth into the waste. He might have gotten used to the smell, but he would never get use to the taste. This wretched, acrid taste. It was always a struggle trying to eat. To survive. He always had to force each bite down. Stop himself from throwing up every time. This was the only way to survive.
Something would catch his eye. Just off to the side. Some small, blue and circular. A blueberry. Singular and slightly damaged, though he had no idea what it was. He crawled up to this object. He would have walked, but his daddeh had broken both his back legs when he once tried to run away. He sniffed the object and found himself stunned. It smelled nice. Really nice. He looked back at his family, all far too busy playing to notice him, so he took the chance. He sunk his brittle teeth into the berry. Fortunately they proved enough to penetrate into the flesh.
The foal couldn’t believe it. His mind could barely register what he had tasted. Such sweetness. The first he had tasted in his entire life. He continued biting into the blueberry hungrily. Consuming it as fast as he could. Such an unbelievable taste. Delicious beyond dreams. Tears would fall from his eyes.
His life was horrid, but for that one moment, he felt like the luckiest Fluffy in the world.
Dey woke up from his slumber atop his nice warm bed and looked out the window. It was an ominous grey today. Dey knew what that meant.
“Wooks wike sky wawa dis bwight time” Dey said aloud.
That was fine. He didn’t have to go out to the Fluffy park today. He could just play with his toys. He crawled out of bed and down the ramp. Across the carpeted floors, to his toy crate at the corner of the bedroom.
He began removing his toys from the crate. Looking at each carefully, as he decided on what to play, and tossing the ones he didn’t need.
Maybe his Premium Hasbio block set? Nah he played with those yesterday.
Perhaps the Dance Dance Fluffy Party Pad? Maybe later. He didn’t really feel like dancing right now.
Oh what about his Hasbio Official Fluffy card set? No he didn’t feel like looking at pretty pictures today.
He tossed a bunch of his stuffed friends and his ball away, and eventually the crate was empty.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing to play with. Dey pouted slightly and walked away from his toy crate. He couldn’t believe it. How did he have no toys to play with?! He was so bored.
He walked out of the bedroom and found Mami mummah alone watching TV. She looked at him with a smile.
“Hi Dey. Did you sleep well?”
“Hewwo Mami mummah, Dey hab gud sweepies. Wat am Mami mummah watching?”
“Oh just some drama. Do you wanna watch?”
Dey nodded. He walked up the ramp that allowed him to get on the sofa and sat on his rump. Mami mummah was watching a K-drama, but Dey had trouble understanding. The people on the screen were speaking a very unfamiliar language. There were words on the screen, but they went far too fast for Dey to understand. So he just stared blankly at the screen, as this humans did stuff, talking about things he couldn’t understand.
He turned to Mami mummah, who was watching quietly. He would have said something, but he still remembered the time little daddeh Steph was watching something. Like Mami mummah it was in a language he didn’t understand, but it did not have people, rather it was drawings. Still it had pretty colors, so Dey was a little more interested and he kept asking little daddeh Steph about what the drawn people were saying. At first little daddeh Steph was nice and kept answering, but then he became mean again and scolded Dey.
Dey didn’t like that and got really upset, so he told Mami mummah and Mami mummah scold little daddeh Steph on his behalf. Still, Dey didn’t like being shouted at, and he was afraid that Mami mummah would shout at him if he talked too much. So he remained silent. Silent and bored.
Suddenly the show changed. Advertisement. Things he could now understand. Partially. He knew of the words, but their meanings, still it was a fresh respite to actually understand what they were saying, and he would feel a lot better when he could understand what they were saying.
An advert began to play. One by Hasbio. A toy for both young children and Fluffies. The simple tone keyboard. A toy keyboard piano with large keys. Keys big enough to accommodate Fluffy hooves. A Fluffy would appear on the screen. Grinning widely as he pressed the keys.
Ting. Tang. Ting. Tong. Tung. Tung. Tang.
“Buy yours today for two ninety nine” said a voice from the screen.
Dey’s eyes widened and he leapt to his hooves.
“Dey wan!” Dey screamed “Wan gud noisie toysies!”
He turned to Mami mummah who was looking at him with a small smile.
“Pwease Mami mummah! Dey wan! Dey wan!”
Mami mummah nodded and petted his head gently.
“Alright. I’ll tell your mummah… She’ll buy it if she thinks you deserve it”.
“Dey dewseve gud noisie toysies!” Dey proudly proclaimed “Dey am vewy gud Fwuffy”.
Mami mummah nodded slightly, scratching Dey’s chin gently.
“Of course Dey. Your can talk to your mummah about this when she gets home”.
Dey looked at Mami mummah shock.
“Bu… bu Dey wan gud noisie toysie nao”
Mami mummah looked at Dey with a sympathetic smile.
“Sorry Dey, but you’re going to have to wait”
“Bu Dey wan nao! Wan gud noisie toysies becaw hab nu toysies n Dey su bowed!”
Mami mummah was no longer smiling. She had an annoyed look with a small frown.
“Dey… Be a good Fluffy and wait for you mummah. She wi-”
“Dey am gud Fluffy!” Dey snapped “N gud Fwuffy dewsewve gud toysies! N gud noisies toysies am gud toysies, su Dey WAN NAO!”
Dey glared at Mami mummah angrily to show he was being serious. He puffed his cheeks and stomped his hooves angrily on the sofa. Unfortunately for him, Mami mummah wasn’t in a very patient mood.
She stood up and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
“Bad upsies!” Dey cried out.
Mami mummah ignored him and set him down in mummah’s bedroom.
“Go play with the toys you have now. If your mummah thinks you deserve that toy then she will buy it for you”.
Mami mummah closed the door. There was no more room for discussion. Dey could only look at the closed door in disbelief.
Why!? Why was Mami mummah being such a meanie and not letting Dey get this new toy?! He didn’t get it. Good Fluffies get good toys, so why was he not getting good toys!? Why!?
“Nu faiw! Nu faiw!” Dey screamed.
Dey stomped around angrily and tossed his toys around. He flung his stuffed fwens randomly and kicked blocks around. He headbutted his ball angrily and scattered all his cards in rage. Then he stomped on his dance pad in a huff.
“Nu faiw… nu faiw” Dey muttered in between tired breaths.
He sniffled slightly, unable to understand why Mami mummah was being so mean to him and walked up the ramp with his head down low. He crawled into bed and sniffled, hugging Peps and Jorge for comfort, as he rubbed his snot on their fabric.
“Nu faiw… Nu faiw” Dey continued to mutter.
This really was unfair.
Dey knew that all other Fluffies got toys whenever they asked. Dey was the only Fluffy who never got to play with the toys he wanted.
“Good morning, Muthafucka”
Muthafucka woke up with a start and stared at the man who had woken him in horror.
“Nu huwties dis bwight time!” Muthafucka pleaded.
The man simply smiled.
At one point in time, Muthafucka thought this man his savior. His daddeh. A nice man, who rescued an old Fluffy like him from that scary shelter. Now Muthafucka wished he was back. That shelter might have been scary, but it was nothing compared to this monster.
“Hmm… what toy to play with today? What toy?” The man asked himself in a playful tone.
“Nu mowe huwties pwease Huhuhu… Nu mowe… Nu mowe” Muthafucka pleaded desperately.
“How about the whip!”
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
Muthafucka tried to run away, but his legs failed him. His feeble bones, no longer able to support his weight. As such, the most he could do was crawl.
CRACK
A searing, agonizing pain. His flesh was cut by the leather. Split apart slightly, leaving a blood red mark on his matted grey fur. There was only one thing he could think to do.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
CRACK
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
CRACK
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The man had stopped, allowing Muthafucka a brief respite. The old Fluffy turned to the man with tearful, pleading eyes. Eyes desperate for even a shred of mercy.
“Nu mowe huwties!” Muthafucka pleaded desperately “Nu mowe pwease! Muda-Fackah am gud Fwuffy! Gud Fwuffy! Fwuffy am onwy fo huggies n wuv! Nut huwties! Nut huwties!”
The man began to laugh. A hearty laugh. One deep from the soul.
“Oh wee… God! I love how you pig rats squeal. I’m sure your a great Fluffy Muthafucka. The best! Now what toy to play with next?”
“NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
Muthafucka desperately began tapping his fragile hooves on the table. Panic had set in and he had no idea what to do. He was just flailing about. Hoping desperately that it would save him.
“NU MOWE HUWTIES! NU MOWE HUWTIES!”
The man only smiled, then suddenly clapped his hand.
“OH! Let’s play with the pool ball!”
Pool ball? Muthafucka had no idea what that was, but he instantly knew it was bad. All this monster’s toys were bad. However, he would find himself surprised when the man placed the pool ball in front of him. It looked familiar. It was a ball. He knew what a ball was. An actual toy?! What was going on?
“B… baww?” Muthafucka asked hesitantly.
He tapped the ball with his hoof slightly and was a bit shocked. The ball felt hard. Really hard. It was like when his hooves tapped on the floor in the shelters. He had never encountered a ball like this before and he began to grow worried.
“Nu… nu huwties… pwease” he muttered worriedly.
The man chuckled. The evil kind that filled him with dread, and he picked up the ball. Muthafucka closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see what came next, but nothing. No pain followed. However, Muthafucka felt his mouth being forced open.
He opened his eyes. Just in time to see the ball go into his mouth.
Baww am nut nummies, was what he wanted to say, but the man had shut his mouth with the pool ball trapped inside. He didn’t like it. It was cold and hard. It didn’t taste nice. He wanted to spit it out, and the man seemed to know this.
“If you spit the ball out, I am gonna hurt you so very badly. Understand?”
Muthafucka just stared at the man in fear. He dared not spit the ball out, deathly afraid of the consequences. He didn’t notice the hammer in the man’s hand, until the man raised it high in the air, and even then he didn’t know what was happening.
Until the hammer came crashing down.
He felt the bones in his snoot disintegrating. Shattering into little pieces, and as the pool ball cracked within his mouth, he could feel the shards ripping through his body, tearing through his skin and his inside.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and everything went black.
Unfortunately that was not the end, for he found himself pulled away from the darkness.
“Yo, you still alive Muthafucka?!”
Muthafucka opened his eyes. The monster was staring at him with a smile.
“Nice! Ah shit little guy, I got hit as well!”
The monster lifted his shirt, showing small cuts on his body.
“Hah! But nothing compared to you ey, still this My Little Revial Shots shit is crazy good stuff!”
Muthafucka had no idea what the monster was talking about. Not that it mattered. He turned his eyes to his snoot, or rather was left of the crushed up heap. He would’ve screamed, but he lack the ability to do so, and all he could do was focus on the pain.
“Well since you look like you’re on your death bed, we might as well play with all my other toys”.
The man would lay down an assortment of objects, and Muthafucka would spend his last day alive “playing” with every single one of those “toys”.
Dey woke up from his lovely nap, atop his pleasant, snug bed. He stared out the window. The sky was a vibrant orange and yellow, but he had no time for that, he had a need. A need to breed.
He quickly hopped out of his bed and looked around suspiciously. He was trying to see if his mummah was in the bedroom. Good. She wasn’t in the room.
He ran down the ramp and across the carpeted floor, to a small gap between the cupboard and the wall. Within this gap was a particular toy. A doll that smelt of strawberries. One that his mummah bought for him long ago. An ordinary doll that found itself repurposed. Used to help Dey secretly satisfy his urges. One he began to hump.
Enf… enf… enf… gud feews
The brief satisfaction of release. His urges sated, but Dey stared at the doll glumly.
“Dey wan specaw fwen fo bestest gud feews” Dey muttered to himself quietly.
Dey really wanted a special friend, and he found himself thinking about those mares in the park. Those pretty Fluffies.
“Dey gib bestest gud feews tu pwetty mawes” Dey stated confidently.
Maybe today was the day he could convince his mummah to get him a special friend?
That was certainly an exciting thought and Dey enthusiastically ran out of the room. Mummah was in the living room, with Mami mummah and a couple of their friends. Dey knew all of them, but not by name.
“Oh hi Dey!” One of the ladies said.
“Hewwo!” Dey proudly exclaimed “Hewwo Mummah n Mami mummah n Mummah fwens! Su manni pwetty wadies dis bwight time!”
The women began to laugh and Dey looked at them with glee. He didn’t really think that they were pretty, but his Mummah told him that human ladies like being called pretty. Good. Maybe he would have a better chance to get a special friend.
“Dey du dancie fo aww pwetty wadies!” Dey proudly announced.
He got on his hind legs and proceeded to impress all the humans with his dance moves. Step to the left. Step to the right. Sway his front legs side by side. Then a little hop. He did this five times. Enough times to leave himself out of breath and enough times that Dey was sure that he had impressed all of them. He was sure that they were impressed because some of them were clapping and some others were smiling.
“That was a very good dance baby” Mummah said with a smile.
Dey grinned proudly. Good this was the best time to ask.
“Can Dey hab specaw fwen?” Dey asked with his sweetest smile.
For a second, he saw his Mummah frown, but then she sighed and smiled again. She stood up and picked Dey up.
“Gud upsie!” Dey exclaimed with glee “Dey wuv yu Mummah!”
“I love you too baby”.
Mummah brought him back to the room and closed the door. It was just the two of them now.
“Su can Dey hab specaw fwen… pwease?” Dey asked cutely.
Mummah sighed and put him down on his bed, as she sat next to him.
“I’m sorry Dey… but maybe not yet”.
Dey looked at Mummah with a disappointed frown. He felt betrayed.
“Bu… Dey am gud Fwuffy wite?”
“Yes baby, you’re a very good Fluffy”
“Den… den y Mummah nu wet Dey hab specaw fwen?”
Mummah made another sigh and held Dey’s cheeks softly, looking him straight in the eyes.
“I know it’s hard to understand, but I’m not ready to care for more Fluffies. I’m not ready for you to be a father yet”.
Dey stared at Mummah with a hurt look. He didn’t understand why Mummah had said that. Mummah was not ready for more Fluffies? Not ready for Dey to be a daddeh? But Dey was a big Fluffy. A very good big Fluffy. That kind that deserved a special friend at the very least.
Dey turned away and crawled into bed. He had been told no by Mummah enough times to know that he could not convince her otherwise.
“Dey hatechu” Dey muttered softly.
Mummah did not say anything. She simply walked out the bedroom and closed the door.
“Dey hatechu Mummah” Dey muttered to himself quietly “Hatechu”
All he could think about was running away.
“Five twenty two’s foals have been weaned. Get stallion thirty three ready for the mating process”.
522 was not her real name. She forgot what her real name was, but she remembered that it sounded pretty.
She once had a loving owner. A daddeh who gave her everything she ever wanted. Almost everything. There was one thing she was never allowed to have: Her own family. A special friend and some babbehs to call her own.
She pleaded. Begged. Threw tantrums. Cried. She called her daddeh an assortment of mean names. Yet nothing worked. Daddeh always said not yet.
So she ran away, or at least she tried to.
Her daddeh had let take a stroll around a park, and that’s when she tried to escape. He caught her in the act and would end up breaking his heart. The very next day, he sent her to a shelter. Neutral.
Life in the shelter was tough. Bad food. No toys. A lot of the other Fluffies were mean. Anytime she asked for something, she would be rejected. She missed daddeh. She wished she never ran away.
She thought that this would be her life forever, but she still had hope that she could get a new home. How happy she was when a new man took her.
Her new house wasn’t as comfy, but she finally got what she always wanted. A family, or at least a couple of babbehs to call her own.
She didn’t know who the stallion was. One day he just came in and mated with her. The next thing she knew, she was pregnant.
How happy she was, when she gave birth to her babbehs. Four bundles of joy. They were adorable. They were colorful. They were hers.
Four foals who crawled about making delightful chirps.
She was there to see them first open their eyes.
She was there to watch them take their first steps.
She was there to hear their first words.
Then the humans took her babbehs away. She pleaded. Begged. Threw tantrums. Cried. She called them an assortment of mean names. Yet it did nothing to stop them.
Not the first time. Not the second time. Not the fifth time. Not the tenth time. At that point she gave up.
522 laid down quietly as 33 mounted her. She couldn’t move. She once tried to kill her babbehs so that humans wouldn’t be able to take them. After that, they took away her legs. It wasn’t long before her spirit left. She could feel 33 inside her, but such feelings brought about no pleasure. She just felt dead inside.
She knew that she was pregnant. The babbehs she was once so desperately wanted, but what was the point? They were just gonna take them away again.
There was only one thing 522 wished for.
She wished she never ran away.
Dey woke up atop his pricey, high end Fluffy bed and stared at the sky. A bright blue with puffy white clouds. The sounds of birds chirping and the wind rustling. It was a pleasant day, but Dey wasn’t feeling very pleasant.
He got out of bed and walked down the ramp.
Relieved himself in the litter box, and walked to the door glumly.
He didn’t feel like a very good Fluffy today. Not in the slightest.
No sketti. No new toys. No special friend.
He was mad and he had a plan.
He was going to ask Mummah to take him to the Fluffy park today. Then he would run away. He’d run somewhere far and find his own special friend. Then they would live somewhere nice. A place where he could get all the food and toys he could ever want.
He just had to get Mummah to take him to the park.
He walked out the door and into the living room. It was just Mummah.
“Oh! Good morning baby” Mummah said sweetly.
Dey just grumbled. There was nothing good about this morning.
Mummah eyed him and smiled.
“Still upset that I won’t let you have a special friend?”
Dey glared at Mummah angrily, puffing his cheeks slightly and Mummah just laughed.
“Well I know what’ll make you feel better”.
Dey looked at his Mummah curiously. Was Mummah finally going to let him have a special friend?
Mummah had suddenly put down a bowl and Dey’s eyes lit up.
“Sketti!!!” Dey cried out with joy.
He quickly ran up to the food bowl and stuffed his face with the delicious sketti. Not the cheap canned food variants. The premium stuff. Actual tomato puree. Creamy ricotta cheese. Soft boiled spaghetti noodles. It was fantastic, and there was more.
Mummah had a box in her hand and she got the object inside. The simple toned keyboard. The one from Hasbio. Dey’s eyes went wide. The toy he wanted two days ago.
“Gud noisie toysie!!!”
Mummah put the toy down and he quickly began to tap on the keys with his hooves.
Ting. Ting. Ting. Tong. Tung. Tang. Tung.
Dey giggled with glee. This was so fun. He jumped about with the biggest smile. What a great day this was turning out to be. He looked at Mummah with a big smile.
“Tank yu Mummah!” Dey cried out.
“Still hate me, Dey?” Mummah asked.
Dey looked at her in surprise, then looked down in shame.
“Dey sowwi” Dey said quietly “Nu mean tu sa hatechu, Dey wuv yu!”
Dey got on his hind legs and decided to do a little dance. A step to the left. A step to the right. Swing his front legs from side to side. He looked at Mummah with his biggest, most grateful smile. Hopefully Mummah would forgive him.
It seemed Mummah did. She had a big smile, and she picked Dey up.
“Gud upsie!” Dey cried out with glee.
Mummah pulled him up close and hugged him tightly. Her loving warmth would instantly put him at ease.
“Coo coo” Dey muttered instinctually “Dey wuv Mummah”
“I love you too baby”
Dey hugged his Mummah tightly, nuzzling her cheek lovingly. Sketti and a new toy. Mummah wasn’t such a meanie after all, and Dey really was a very good Fluffy.
Sure Mummah still didn’t let him have a special friend, but he no longer felt the need to run away. At least, not today.
A Fluffy stared at a picture of the single most important person in his life.
A loving woman who had been nothing but kind to him for his whole life. Since he was just a foal, she had been his only owner. Raised him. Cared for him. Loved him. The one person to love him the very most.
A life full of experiences, adventures and memories.
Like his first birthday, where she made him a birthday cake and made him a huggie friend. The presents were nice, but he preferred singing and dancing for her. Making her smile.
There was the time they went on a road trip. The things they saw. A waterfall so big that even the humans were tiny in comparison, and a building that was so tall that it touched the sky, but the best bits were the times in the car. The times chatting with her.
There was also the time he got lost. Wandered too far in the forest. The scariest moment of his life. The thought of never seeing her again. When they were reunited he cried for so long and promised that he would never leave her sight.
There were just some of the memories.
There were so many more.
The idyllic days spent resting on her lap while she watched TV. Helping her out back to tend her garden. Trying to make her smile when she cried about being alone. She was his everything, but now she was gone.
“I’m sorry, but… I… can’t look after you. My apartment doesn’t allow Fluffies”.
He stared at the woman. Her daughter. He just nodded.
“I’m going to bring you to a good shelter. A Hugbox one. They’re called Entepott and they’re rated four point six out of five on the Happy Fluffy Hugbox Shelter Program. They’ll look after you, I promise”.
He nodded again.
“Tank yu” he replied quietly.
The woman wiped the tears from her eyes and picked him up gently, yet he felt nothing. He didn’t care where he was going. He didn’t care what happened next. He didn’t care if he died. As far as he was concerned there was nothing left, for his everything was gone.
He took one last look at the picture, as tears fells from his eyes.
“Weeses wuv yu Gwam mummah”.