Quick little note here:
This series can be quite hard to read, especially when it comes to the chemistry and biology parts, thus I’ll try to explain them or make them easy to understand so no one is confused (and maybe even gets educated??).
If any parts are too hard to understand, please tell me and I will correct it!
Jack silently watched the mare eat to her heart’s content. It was an odd sight for him to see a fluffy in his home, eating food that he had given her after such a long time. Jack once had a fluffy when he was just a child and remembered Hasbio advertising their new product, a fluffy. He remembered being excited and intrigued by these new ‘Toys,’ as Hasbio called them.
Once his parents had finally agreed, he received one for Christmas, a small white unicorn foal. He could vividly remember seeing it after lifting the top of the box, it lying there all curled up, raising its head at the light, looking directly into his eyes. Jack slowly petted it, remembering it starting to coo in pleasure at the affection it was receiving. He named her Snow, which looking back, was not very creative, but he was 10 after all.
Snow and Jack had a special bond. They would always sleep together, eat at the same time, and play almost the entire day. He loved her with all his heart and made sure that Snow never lacked anything but also wasn’t spoiled. But, as Snow grew older, she became more demanding, wanting the ‘bestesth nummies,’ ‘bestesth toisies,’ and eventually, ‘bestesth speciaw-fwiend fo’ bestesth tummeh-babbehs.’ Although in young Jack’s mind, this was nothing odd, as she was the best fluffy he had ever seen, even amongst his friends, his parents saw what she was turning into, until one day, she ran away.
Jack was devastated. His best friend had run away. He cried hours every day and would wait many days on the porch for her to return, but she didn’t. Until one day, she suddenly came back.
Jack was thrilled and overjoyed, but in the time Snow had been gone, she had become more bratty and demanding and also apparently pregnant. Jack was excited to see his fluffy have foals, but at the same time, he slowly started realizing how much of a brat Snow was. She would command him around, almost as if he was her pet and not the other way around. Jack played along, just being happy that his best friend was back, but as the time flew by and Snow became heavily pregnant, his patience grew smaller. And then, one day…
“SNUW HAB BIGGEST-POOPIES!” Snow shouted, clearly in pain.
Jack was confused, but his parents, having done some research, knew that she was going into labor. They quickly got ready and helped Snow deliver her litter, a total of 5 foals. Three earthies, one unicorn, and one Pegasus. They were 2 colts and three fillies. There were two blue ones, one white one, one red one, and one brown. Jack remembered the cute sight of them cheeping and wiggling around. It was the cutest sight Jack had ever seen.
But as Jack was in awe of the foals, a white hoof suddenly came down on the brown foal’s head, splattering its brain everywhere.
Jack’s mouth was now wide open as he looked at the remains of the brown foal. It had been a colt.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Jack’s dad suddenly erupted, with his mom covering his eyes and ears quickly.
“Poopie-babbeh gu fowevah-sweepies, nu gud fo’ bestesh-mummah, nu gud babbeh.” Snow replied, seemingly confused as to why Jack’s dad was mad at her.
“That’s no excuse to kill a foal?” Jack’s dad said, clearly disturbed.
Michael, Jack’s dad, knew that racism was something common among fluffies, but he had never expected Snow to act like this, considering that Jack had taught her that all fluffies are good babies. But that drew the line as Michael picked up Snow by her white scruff.
“Nu, bad-upsies!” Snow shouted, now distressed. Her foals peeping in distress at their mother’s disappearance and hunger.
“Gud-babbehs nee’ miwkies an’ huggies, wet bestesh-mummah down!” Snow demanded. Michael ignored her demands and carried her to the basement.
Jack now opened his eyes again, seeing that Snow was gone but understanding why that was the case and what she had done. Jack’s mom had already scooped up the brown foal’s remains and carried them away. Jack watched his mom but quickly scooted over to the foals, gently picking them up and dropping them down onto his hoody. The foals calmed down a bit due to the warmth of Jack’s hand and the softness of his hoody, one foal gently sucking on his finger for milk but continuing to peep as no milk came out.
Jack’s mom quickly got up.
“I’ll be right back!” She told Jack, putting on her coat and leaving the house to the car, driving to their local Fluffy-Mart to buy milk for the foals.
Down in the basement, Michael threw Snow into a cage on the wall.
“Ouchie!” Snow yelped as she hit the hard metal wall of the cage.
“You fucking stay in there till I know what to do with you!” Michael told her in a very angry and pissed voice, closing the cage gate and going back upstairs.
Michael walked back into the bedroom, seeing Jack with the remaining foals.
“You okay, buddy?” Michael asked Jack, kneeling next to him and looking at the foals with a sad expression.
“Why would Snow do something like that?” Jack asked, clearly holding back tears.
“I don’t know, buddy. Sometimes fluffies can do horrible things, from what I’ve heard. And sadly, some fluffies are just mean and do things for no reason, even if they were taught otherwise.” Michael explained to Jack.
“What’s going to happen to Snow?” Jack asked, looking at this dad.
“Not sure yet, but she can’t stay here anymore, and I think you know that.” Michael replied.
“Yeah…I know. I’ve realized she started changing but was hoping that she would become her usual self again if she had foals….” Jack spoke, his head sinking and looking at the foals again.
Michael didn’t reply but just stroked Jack’s shoulder.
“Nice mistuh?” A high-pitched voice suddenly broke Jack out of his flashback.
“Yeah?” Jack replied, not having noticed the mare having finished her food.
“Evewything owkay, yu wook wike yu hab biggest heawt-huwties?” The mare asked Jack.
“No, everything’s okay. I just remembered something, that’s all!” Jack replied, surprised at the mare’s concern for him. “Did you finish your kibble?”
“Yesh, gud nummies hewp wib tummie-huwties fo’ mummah an’ babbehs.” The mare replied, now smiling at Jack as bright as the sun.
The mare suddenly yawned, seemingly being very tired after such a good meal in a long time.
“Guess you’re tired, huh?” Jack asked.
“Yesh, mummah fuww of nummies, vewy sweepie.” She replied, forcing herself to keep her eyes open at this point.
“I guess I can let you sleep here for today.” Jack said to the mare, who was almost sleeping while standing.
“Nice mistuh gib mummah an’ babbehs wawm pwacie tu sweep?” She asked happily, yet sleepy. “Fank yu nice mistuh.”
Just as the mare was about to fall over, Jack picked her up. The mare cuddled into the warmth of the human that had given her food, gently cooing. He looked at the sleeping and cooing ball of fur in his arms, the foals wiggling a bit as they slept on their mother’s fur. Jack carefully carried the mare into the spare guestroom he had, lying her down on the bed. The mare instantly noticed the warm and soft material under her and snuggled deep into it.
As Jack closed the door gently, he felt himself at peace looking at the small family of fluffies so cozily sleeping on the bed.
“What a day….” Jack muttered as he walked away from the door and towards the basement.
As he walked down the basement, he made sure the door was closed and that he turned on the lights at the top of the stairs. The basement of his family home had been redecorated since his family had died, having been remodeled into a small personal laboratory. There were many devices, a computer, cameras, and cages down there. Jack walked up to his computer. He turned it on and opened a folder, pressing the record button on and grabbing his wireless microphone.
“Date: December 8th, 2021. Experiment ID: D-013. Present Researcher: Dr. Jack Harries.” Jack spoke as he walked over to one of the cages.
“Experiment D-013 has shown signs of extreme distress after the amputation of its two front legs. D-013 has yet to enter the ‘wan-die’ stage but is to be expected to soon enter the stage after further mental and physical trauma.” Jack said into his microphone, looking inside the cage at a red Pegasus stallion with a yellow mane lying in the cage.
The fluffy had both of its wings clipped off and its two front legs cleanly amputated, resulting in the stallion either sitting on its rear or lying sideways on the rough pillow.
Jack continued, “D-013 has stopped communicating for the last few days, but not eating, drinking, and excreting.” But before Jack could continue, the stallion suddenly spoke up.
“Buhuhu, why meanie-huuman take Smawtie weggies? Smawty nee’ weggies fo’ wunnies an’ gud fwees!” The red and yellow stallion asked, crying a bit.
“Correction, D-013 has not entirely stopped speaking.” Jack corrected himself, pressing the button on the side of his microphone.
“You know exactly what you did, you fucking shit rat!” Jack replied angrily.
“You think killing a fluffy, raping his pregnant mate, and then killing AND raping their foals is not bad?” Jack asked, disgusted by the fluffy that actually believed it had done nothing wrong and still thought it was a smarty.
“Smawty gib dummeh-poopie fwuffy gud feews an’ tummeh-babbehs tu poopie-mawe, nu nee’ owd babbehs, smawty gib nyu bestesh-babbehs.” The smarty replied, in a self-pitying tone, and still crying.
“Fucking hell, you are truly a bastard, aren’t you?” Jack asked, loathful.
“Nu am bastwad, am Smawty!” The smarty exclaimed with a bit of strength and determination.
Jack sighed, pressing the button on his microphone again, “D-013 seems to believe that it did nothing wrong. Starting experiment now.”
Jack placed his microphone on the table. He walked over to a cupboard and brought out an array of vials out. There was a total of six vials, each having a label on them, “Somatotropin,” “Testosterone,” “Estrogen,” “Adiponectin,” “Memory hormone (IGF2)”, and “Prolactin.” Jack pulled the vile with the name “Somatotropin” out and placed it in a container on the workbench. He then walked over to the cupboard again and pulled out a bag of ‘Yummi-Nummies,” which was basically just more expensive kibble or fluffy food.
He placed a good handful of the kibble into a feeding bowl and then retrieved the vile from the container, pouring a small amount into the food and mixing it. After packing everything back to where it originally was, Jack walked over to the cage with the food.
“Hey, I know I did many bad things to you,” Jack said with a fake sad tone and a shy smile, “but I bought you some delicious kibble for you so you can feel a bit better and learn your mistakes.”
The stallion suddenly looked up.
“Meanie huuman gib Smawty nummies?” The stallion asked, confused.
“Yes, hopefully, you’ll feel better soon!” Jack replied, opening the cage door and placing the food in front of the smarty, gently scratching his head.
Even with all the things Jack had done to him, mentally and physically, the smarty cooed due to receiving affection which all fluffies desperately craved. The stallion looked at the food, smelling a delicious and inviting aroma coming from it, taking a small bite. His eyes lit up, and his ears perked up along with his tail wagging.
“Dis am bestesh-nummies Smawty ewew hab!” The smarty exclaimed happily, digging into the laced food.
Jack closed the door to the cage and walked away, picking his microphone up and turning it on, the smarty too absorbed in eating to pay attention.
“D-013 has been fed a mixture of kibble and Somatotropin hormone. D-013 will be fed this mixture for the next few feedings, and results will hopefully be seen shortly.
Jack stopped the recording and saved the file on his computer. He looked back at the smarty, who had now finished all of the laced kibbles. Somatotropin was a hormone commonly found in humans to aid in their growth. It helped children develop strong bones and muscles. However, fluffy anatomy was different to humans; thus, feeding a dosage that would be too much for fluffies, and especially to a stallion, who was already an adult, could result in some interesting findings, or so Jack hoped. He theorized that the bones and muscles of the fluffy would grow too large for its frame, and considering that fluffies already had a fast metabolism and healing rate, this would mean that the effects and time it took to be effective for any sort of drug was double, if not triple. The effects of the growth hormone could result in the bones and muscles growing too fast and too much for the skin to handle and to rip, only for it to heal quickly, just to rip again. Jack was excited to see what would happen.
As Jack was about to leave to go upstairs, he stopped just before the stairs, looking at the wall. There, hanging on the wall with nails, was the fluff of a fluffy, stretched out with the legs pointing in all directions, displaying its beautiful snow-white fur and wearing a horrid expression on its face, clearly having been in a lot of pain before and during death, resulting in that expression being locked onto its face even after death. Jack looked at it for a second and then walked upstairs, turning the lights off and closing the door behind him.
