This chapter is special. It was a personal request from @ThatsWhy
It was based off their character, Tar, from their story Tar is a Good Filly
I would recommend reading it, but it is dark and contains sexual themes.
However, it is not necessary to understanding this story.
Ariella stared inside the Fluffy carrier. Inside was a Fluffy fast asleep. An abnormally large and unusually slender Fluffy. Ariella had never seen one until today, but it was unmistakable, this was the XXL variation or a Pleasure Fluffy, as they were usually called. The first one to ever be dropped off at Entepott, which was unsurprising as Pleasure Fluffies were a very expensive type of Fluffy, one that normally never got dropped off at a shelter, but it was still a Fluffy and Entepott was a Fluffy shelter.
“I think this is the first ever Pleasure Fluffy I’ve seen in my life” Ariella commented.
“Uh… Yes… Um… Her name is Tar” the owner replied.
Ariella stared at the owner. A woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties and Ariella couldn’t help but notice how visibly uncomfortable the woman was. It was suspicious.
“So how long have you owned…”
“She’s not my Sex Fluffy!” The woman suddenly exclaimed.
Ariella stared at the woman in surprise, as she raised her hand in an apologetic manner.
“S… Sorry! I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just… It’s not my… It’s my brother’s Se… Pleasure Fluffy… Not mine. She’s my brother’s Pleasure Fluffy and I have nothing to do with her”.
“I… I see” Ariella replied with a wary look “I apologize for my mistake… May we have the details as to why exactly you are placing your BROTHER’S Pleasure Fluffy in a shelter?”
“Um… I… Uh… W… Why?”
“Well, Pleasure Fluffies are quite expensive. So you need to understand our hesitation to accept such a high value type of Fluffy, most especially one that is being dropped in our shelter by someone other than the actual owner”.
The woman froze. She really looked uncomfortable, and she was making a weird look. She looked annoyed, but also desperate, and suddenly she put two hundred dollar bills on the desk. Ariella raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.
“Entepott is a Fluffy shelter. I… I don’t see anything wrong about sending a Fluffy to a Fluffy shelter” The woman stated, tapping the two hundred dollars.
Ariella pushed the two hundred back to her, and looked back at the woman with an unamused frown.
“Ma’am I need a reason. I don’t want to take in your Fluffy and find myself dealing with your brother a few weeks down the line. We don’t…”
“You… You won’t… He…”
The woman suddenly made a defeated sigh.
“He’s in prison” the woman suddenly admitted “For life! Lifetime sentence, so Tar would already have passed away naturally by the time he got out”.
Ariella massaged her forehead in annoyance. Great. The expensive Fluffy of a heavily convicted felon sent to a shelter without his consent. It sounded like the start to a shitty drama. What if the guy had friends, scary friends, and sent them here to retrieve the Fluffy. Sure they could give her back, but what if the Fluffy was already gone by then, and what if these friends didn’t take no for an answer? Nah. She knew she was being stupid.
People who owned Pleasure Fluffies hardly ever displayed them. She couldn’t imagine anyone coming in to retrieve such a Fluffy for a friend, more so causing trouble over it, but the Pleasure Fluffy still did sound like trouble. However, Ariella could not help but notice the woman’s face. Desperation. She really wanted to get rid of the Fluffy, but also held enough compassion to at least see the Fluffy go to a shelter. Not only that, but she was willing to pay for the Fluffy to go to a shelter. This was guilt, but the question was, why?
Ariella sighed. It didn’t matter why, they were not a detective agency, they were a shelter, one that was in dire need of funds, and right now there was a Fluffy and two hundred dollars. So Ariella relented.
“Okay, but one thing… How much do you know about Pleasure Fluffies?”
“Um… Not a lot… Nothing honestly”
“Do you know about mental imprinting?”
“N… No… Why?”
“It’s a standard for Pleasure Fluffies. I’ll spare you the details, but basically Tar over here, can only ever see one particular person as her owner, your brother”.
Again the woman looked visibly uncomfortable, but it was to be expected, as technically it was brainwashing a creature into being absolutely obedient to their owner.
“I… I see… But I don’t understand. Why are you telling me this?”
“Well it will be difficult to find Tar an owner, when she only thinks of your brother as her owner, and I’ll be honest, I cannot imagine anyone adopting a second hand… Pleasure Fluffy”.
“Oh… I see…”
“Just to clarify ma’am, we’re not a Hugbox shelter… Not anymore. There is a… strong possibility that we may have to… Get rid of her permanently”.
The woman had a brief look of guilt, but then she began to nod her head.
“I… I understand. I have no… um… issues with that”.
“Okay. Good enough for me, let me just get the paperwork, and…”
“Is… Is it okay if we keep this off the books?”
Ariella bit her lip in irritation.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but government protocol states that all drop offs need to be registered, and…”
“I… Really… really don’t want my name tied to… To her”
The fear in her eyes was genuine and Ariella watched as the woman put three more $100 bills on top of the two on the desk. Part of Ariella had been wondering if this was some secret inspection test by the government, but it really felt unlikely, and right now there was five hundred reasons to just take the damn Fluffy, so Ariella sighed softly and took a drop off form, filling it with a bunch of random details, before fake signing it and offering the woman a salesman smile.
“The paperwork is all good ma’am. We’ll be happy to take the Fluffy off your hands”.
The woman looked down shamefully.
“Th… Thank you” she said softly.
Ariella nodded, as she stared at the Tar. The Pleasure Fluffy still fast asleep. She had to wonder what exactly this Fluffy was involved in.
“So… um… Is there anything else? I… I can go?” The woman asked timidly.
Ariella nodded politely.
“Yes ma’am. Everything is in order. Thank you for thinking of Entepott as your go to shelter”.
The woman nodded and then began to walk off, but then she stopped and turned around. She had this face of guilt, and made a pained sigh.
“Tar… Tar might say things… I… I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with it… I… I didn’t know… Honestly! I didn’t know… My brother he’s sick, like sick in the head, and he… Did bad things to her. Fucked up things, and I… I REALLY had no idea. He’s my brother, but we weren’t close, and…”
The woman looked like she was going to cry, so Ariella stopped her, raising a hand politely.
“I understand ma’am. Rest assured. We will have no such thoughts. Tar is your brother’s Fluffy. NOT your Fluffy”.
The woman gave Ariella a thankful smile, before briskly walking out the door. Meanwhile, Ariella stared at the Fluffy carrier. She had a feeling she was not going to like what she saw.
“God damn” Zeri uttered.
They had put Tar on a table just to see what they were dealing with and just from a quick glance they knew that this Pleasure Fluffy had been living with a hardcore abuser. Brutal whip marks had left prominent darkish-red lines on yellowish-beige fur, patches of skin where fur had been torn off, blackish blue bruise marks on the legs, and her intimate parts showed signs of rupture and tear.
“Ugh… Gross” Zeri muttered.
Ariella glared at Zeri, before turning back to the Pleasure Fluffy. Tar was still fast asleep. It seemed that the woman had fed Tar some kind of sleeping pill before arriving. Probably didn’t want to risk people seeing this. Now she understood why the woman was acting so shifty. She turned to Emilia who looked a bit uncomfortable, but otherwise unphased. It made Ariella feel slightly guilty. This feeling that both her and Entepott had changed Emilia for the worse, made her more accustomed to such terrible sights.
“D… Does it have STDs?” Zeri suddenly asked
Ariella turned to Zeri, who was visibly cringing, and gave her a perplexed look.
“I don’t know if it has STDs, but why now? You never questioned whether the Shit Rats had contractible diseases before”.
“That’s cause I never thought about it before… UGH!”
Ariella could not help but smirk as Zeri backed away slightly, and she noticed Emilia gazing intently on her phone, before putting it back on her pocket and inspecting Tar’s back.
“Pleasure Fluffies apparently have a stripe on their back that highlights if they have STDS or not”
Around the mane was a white stripe that stood out from the rest of the beige fur.
“No STDs. If it did, the stripe would be red, blue and purple”
“I… I see” Zeri replied with a frown.
“He- He- Hewllo?”
Ariella looked at the table in surprise, it was Tar. The Pleasure Fluffy looking up at her with glowing yet tired yellow eyes.
“Hew- Hello nice wady, nu- No! Wa- wa- la- lay- laydy! Hewllo nice lady”.
Ariella looked at the Pleasure Fluffy in surprise. The way she had spoken. Slightly different from the usual Fluffies. Also noticeably deeper. She also noticed Tar looking around shifty, clearly nervous about her new, unfamiliar setting, so she bent down to get on eye level with Tar.
“Hello, my name is Ariella. What’s your name?”
She offered Tar a friendly smile, putting the Fluffy in visible ease.
“Hewllo am Taw- Hwrrrr Hwrrr Hwrrr TaHwrrr, Tar! Fwuffy am Tar. Tar!”
Tar looked at Ariella with a proud smile, as Ariella maintained a neutral expression, trying her best to hide her confusion, but she had to wonder what exactly that was, and she was clearly not the only one, with both Zeri and Emilia looking at the Pleasure Fluffy with puzzled looks, but Emilia quickly smiled and gently petted Tar on the mane.
“It’s nice to meet you Tar, I’m Emilia”
“Hewllo Miss Emiw-Emiww-Hwlll-Hwlll Emihwllla, Emilia! Miss Emilia n- and Miss Awi-Ariella”
Ariella raise an eyebrow. She was starting to understand what was going on, and she pet Tar gently on the mane.
“Your pronunciation is very good, Tar” Ariella replied
Tar smiled, beaming proudly.
“Tank yu! How ah-aw-are yuu”
“I’m fine. Thank you, and how are you?”
“Tar am gud! We-where… whewe am Mastewr?”
Ariella frowned. Master? A pleasure Fluffy calling her owner, master. Plus what the woman had said earlier. Ariella never really felt comfortable with the whole concept of Fluffies as sex toys, and she got a feeling that things were only going to get more uncomfortable, but Tar was still a Fluffy and Entepott was still a Fluffy shelter trying to help Good Fluffies, so it was time to get to work.
“Did miss… uh…”
Ariella paused. She didn’t even know the name of the woman who dropped Tar over. What a mess.
“Did the nice lady, tell you where you were going Tar?”
Tar shook her head.
“Mahstew sista-sistewr nu tew-tell Tar, ju-juwst tewll Tawr tuuu num NU! Eawt! Eat! Mahstew sis-sistewr ju tewll Tar tu eat specaw nummies n-an-and… and…”
Tar was looking up, deep in thought, but Ariella already had an idea on what was going on.
“Sorry Tar, but did your ma… uh… your owner’s sister, tell you where your owner is?”
Tar shook her head.
“Mastewr sistewr nu tewll Tar, ju sa dat mastahewr am gu way fo vewy wo-lwong thyme, bu Tar kno dat nut twue, becaw mastewr fowgot Tar. Mastewr am com back tu… hewe?”
Tar looked around in confusion.
“Whewe… Whewe am Tawr?”
“You’re in Entepott shelter” Ariella replied “It’s a… temporary home for Good Fluffies”
“Tar am gud filly!” Tar proudly exclaimed “Gib mastewr bestest gud feewls n awllways swallow wike mastah wike!”
Tar opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out submissively, with joyful eyes.
“Jesus” Zeri muttered quietly, shaking her head in disapproval.
Emilia maintained her neutral expression, but looked away with discomfort.
Only Ariella kept looking, staring at Tar’s open mouth. Her rotting teeth. Her somewhat malnourished body. Her scars. She tried her best to smile, as she stroked Tar’s mane gently. The Pleasure Fluffy closing her eyes with a smile. She looked blissful. Ariella had to wonder if this was the first time someone had stroked Tar’s mane like this. She had to wonder what kind of life Tar lived, but finding out Tar’s past was honestly unimportant.
What was more important was seeing whether Entepott could handle Tar.
“Emi, Ze. Back to work, I can handle Tar”
As the two left, Ariella grabbed one of the push carts and helped the larger than average Fluffy get on top of it.
“Wat am. Nu! Iz! Iz… Wa-Hwha Hwww…”
“What?”
“Yus! Hwhat iz th-thwis?”
Ariella stroked Tar’s mane gently, the Pleasure Fluffy closing her eyes with another blissful smile.
“Your pronunciation is really good Tar, but you don’t need to try so hard, we are not like your owner, we are okay with you speaking like a Fluffy”
Tar shook her head in protest, looking at Ariella with fearful eyes.
“Tawr nee pwatice! Gud Fwillies dun speak wike vewmin, n Tawr am- iz gud Fwilly! Mahstew pwomise tu wu- NU! Hwlll hwlll Hwllluv Hwluv luv! Yus! Mahstew pwomis tu Luv Tawr ib Tawr am gud fwilly!”.
Ariella frowned slightly, before bending down to get on eye level with Tar again.
“Tar. Your owner is not coming back”.
Tar gave her a horrified look, before shaking her head.
“Whwat nice lwady talk about. Tawr nee tu gib Mahstewr gud feewls n show dat am gud fwilly”
The Pleasure Fluffy had a confident smile, assured by her own logic. Ariella could only give her a sympathetic look. Though a lot different from what other Fluffies would say, the basis was the same. A Fluffy in denial that their owner was not coming back. A scenario all too common, especially amongst the Shit Rats. It was pointless to try and convince otherwise through words. The sudden change was much too sudden for them to just accept and it was best to let them stick to their stubborn denial and give them some time to process everything.
Ariella brought Tar to her new temporary home. An empty glass cage. The Pleasure Fluffy hobbled in without any complaint, even though the cage barely fit her. It looked uncomfortable inside.
“Are you okay in there?” Ariella asked with concern.
Tar looked back at her with a big smile.
“Am otay!” She proudly exclaimed “Tawr wi-hwlll-l-like, yus like! Like new swleepy pwlace”.
“Really?!” Ariella asked incredulously “But you can barely move your legs”.
“Yus. Tawr sweepy pwace am smaw-hwll-smahwll tuu bu am awwlways darkie. Tawr nu wike darkie”.
Suddenly the Pleasure Fluffy had a shocked face, as though she had said something controversial.
“Bu am nut darkie fault, Tawr ju… Tawr ju scardie”.
The Pleasure Fluffy looked down in shame, and Ariella knelt down, gently stroking Tar’s mane again.
“Hey. It’s fine to be scared of the dark. Even I get scared of the dark as well”.
“Nice wlady am awso scawdie o dawkie!?” Tar asked in disbelief
“Yup, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Being scared is normal”
“Bu… bu Tawr nu wan be meanie tu darkie, am nut darkie fauwt dat dawkie am scawy, am Tawr fauwt fo be scawdie of dawkie”
Ariella looked at Tar with surprise, before giving the Fluffy another head pat. Despite being larger and slender it was still fundamentally a Fluffy. A very empathetic one. A good Fluffy. One who deserved a good home, but who would adopt a second hand Pleasure Fluffy?
“Wen mahstew com bacc?”
Ariella frowned.
“Your ow… I…”
Ariella sighed and gave Tar another head pat.
“I’m sure he’ll come back soon. He… uh… just wait a while and enjoy yourself”.
Tar giggled slightly, nuzzling Ariella’s hand, making a slight dejected whimper as Ariella pulled away.
“Otay” Tar replied “Tawr be gud fwilly n wai fo-wai-weight? Tawr weight fo mahstewr!”
Ariella offered Tar a sympathetic smile, leaving the cage door open, so Tar could at least stretch her legs.
“Be a good Fluffy and stay inside there okay, we’ll give you something to eat soon, okay?”
“Otay!” Tar exclaimed with a jovial smile
Ariella stood up and tried her best to hide her frown. She felt a twinge of guilt, because as she looked at Tar, a part of her told her that Tar was going to be in Entepott until death.
A part of her hoped that they could find Tar a good home, but it seemed extremely unlikely. The whole thing about Pleasure Fluffies just felt so taboo. The mental imprinting was also a matter of concern. Was there a way to overcome it or was it permanent? How would it affect Tar’s relationship with other humans? Would she straight up refuse them? Adopting a Pleasure Fluffy from a shelter was definitely new territory, for Ariella at least. Technically, Pleasure Fluffies as a whole was pretty much new territory for Ariella.
Didn’t these kinds of Fluffies also have unique needs? Adult needs. Would a potential owner really be okay with that? Dealing with those kinds of issues? Ariella looked at Tar. The sight of a somewhat malnourished and bruised Fluffy elicited feelings of discomfort and pity. Maybe someone would feel sorry for Tar and take her in, despite all these potential issues. Maybe? But they were still having trouble finding good homes for the existing Good Fluffies.
After the adoption of Candy and her foals, it seemed like the start of change. A hope for the better. They had tried the e-commerce thing and live stream as well. Only in the play area, and only when the Good Fluffies were in there. It didn’t really do much. No one had yet to buy the furs and not many views on their live feed, mainly just critics.
More importantly, there was no sudden boost in potential owners. Only a handful of people had come by this week. Six if she remembered rightly. Two came in to voice their discomfort. One seemed to be lost. One was obviously a prankster, but they nipped his prank quickly. Two more were just looking. No one went up to buy. No Good Fluffies getting good homes. Thank god the last two new stocks intakes were almost entirely Shit Rats. It was weird that she was actually happy about that.
Regarding the case of Tar. It really did feel extremely unlikely that she was going to ever get a good home. Low potential owners coming in. The stigma of owning Pleasure Fluffies, much less second-hand. This whole thing about Pleasure Fluffies unable to recognize anyone but their original owner as their owner. Someone willing to deal with their needs. Well right now it wasn’t a big deal. Technically, Tar had the mandatory two week shelter stay.
Two weeks for Tar to prove that she was worth keeping in some capacity or at least two weeks to find a potential alternate solution.
It was Monday and Emilia found herself in the playroom welcoming the thirty three new Fluffies. Entepott’s intake for the week. An assortment of colors and noises. She noticed a couple already puffed cheeks with arrogant, angry eyes and already heard a few demands for sketti and toys. She had to wonder if all the new batch were going to end up Shit Rats, just like last week.
The Good Fluffies were also in the room. They had gathered on one side of the room. They had smiling, excited faces. Ready to welcome any potential Good Fluffies into their group. One among them stood out from the crowd. A larger than average Fluffy, leaner than usual with her off-color beige fur: Tar.
It had only been four days since Entepott took in Tar and the Fluffy had been an absolute gem. A polite and well-mannered Fluffy, who was very quick to listen to instructions and a fast learner. A very fast learner. Emilia suspected that Tar was a lot smarter than she acted. They also got to learn a lot more about Tar, and hardly any of it was good.
There was the case about meals, where they were worried that two bowls of kibble a day were not enough for a big Fluffy like her, but then she said something about how it was so much. A little prying would reveal that “master” fed her once a day and that it was greedy to ask for more. She even made some fucked up statement about how the “tummy hurties” were just because she was being lazy.
Living conditions were just as bad. A little bit of asking gave them a clear idea of where Tar spent most of her day. A very small, dark room. Most likely a closet. No toys. No amusement. Only a bed. She would spend most of her day there, only to be let out when “master” needed her services. From what it sounded, Tar couldn’t even relieve herself until “master” let her out.
Then when “master” was home. Her day would be spent making him feel good and Tar really did not skimp on the things she did. Giving his special place licky. Gud feews that hurt and made her bleed. He would pull on her mane and call her all sorts of names she didn’t understand, slut, whore. Whip her with his belt when she did not satisfy him. The things he would say. Tar was able to recall vividly and really didn’t skimp on details.
The worst was how Tar took it. Pride. These were all signs that she was a Good Filly. That all this pain and misery was worth it, because “Master” was happy.
Abusers were one thing, but this was on a whole other level. Tar’s owner disgusted Emilia and she was very much glad that he was in jail, because as rough as it was in Entepott, this place was probably heaven compared to her previous living conditions and it would seem that things were working out.
Emilia already had a talk about it with Ariella and Zeri. They both recognized Tar’s potential as another one of Entepott’s Helpers. She was larger, stronger. She would be great for physical labour. They were already having her help Tanner, Petal and Wimpy. Pulling those carts while the other three scooped up the feces from Good Fluffy pens. Heck she was practically a sight to see for all the foals. The really big Fluffy with the heart of gold. The Fluffy equivalent of a gentle giant.
Even if Tar couldn’t get a good home, Emilia was going to make sure she got a good life in Entepott at the very least. This was gonna work.
Work.
Oh right work.
Emilia regained focus. She was here to work. She turned back to the new batch, explaining the rankings and she noticed one of the Fluffies step forward.
Bright yellow with an orange mane and tail. Puffed cheeks and angry eyes.
She already knew what it was going to say.
“Dummeh hooman, gib Smawty sketti o Smawty gib worstest poopies!”
Emilia stared at the Fluffy with an unamused look.
A meaningless threat. Emilia was more focused on something else.
Why did they always call themselves Smarty? Why not Smartest or Smart or Greatest thinker or some like that. Why was it always Smarty? Always.
Also making demands was one thing, but how did they know to use their own feces as a way to threaten people into compliance? If it was only a handful, she could have said that someone was teaching them that, but it was almost every Shit Rat. They all knew this threat by default. Weren’t they designed to be children’s toys? Hugs and love? Why would they know how to make demands and why would they ever think to make threats?
She had to wonder if this was intentional. Was this because of someone in Hasbio? She didn’t know much about genetics, much less about how Fluffies were initially created, but was there someone there who secretly had it out for Hasbio? Someone who designed a flaw in their base genetic code? Was genetic code the right term? Bio-programming? Was it that? Someone created a flaw, so that they would end up with the potential to be shitty?
That was her theory at least. It could kind of explain why, or maybe there was something else. It didn’t matter, she was not focusing on work and she turned back to the new Shit Rat. It was glaring at her with cheeks at full pout. Adorable honestly. Up until it showed its rear end, lifting its tail.
“WORS-SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
Zeri had intervened, lifting the Shit Rat by the mane, though it still managed to defecate all over the playroom floor. Like they always did.
“Time to go SHIT RAT” Zeri stated calmly.
“BAD UPSIES!” The Shit Rat screamed in response “FWUFFY SOWWI! NU HUWTIES! FWUFFY AM ONWY FO HUGGIES N WUV!”
Even their pleas for mercy were almost always the same. It was ironic. Smartys were usually the ones who wanted to be special. A desire to be their own unique individual that stood out from the rest of the Fluffies. Supposed higher intelligence from realizing that they were special and using special as an excuse to be rude, destructive and sociopathic. Yet in the end, they were never special, because in the end, they just acted like any other Smarty in every single way.
Emilia was seriously starting to think that her theory, on a disgruntled Hasbio staff tampering with the base genetic code of the original Fluffies, might actually have been plausible, but her thoughts were interrupted as she turned to the Good Fluffy who were waiting patiently by the wall.
Seeing Shit Rats being brought away from the playroom during new batch welcoming, had become a common occurrence, as such many of the Good Fluffies seemed completely unphased. Some looked a bit uncomfortable, the foals mainly, but more to do with all the loud noises. However, today there was one who looked utterly terrified, Tar.
Emilia quickly stood up. She realized that of course Tar would be terrified. This was probably the first time she saw other Fluffies getting hurt, and she hadn’t been in Entepott long enough to get used to the system. This must have been quite a traumatic sight.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
An ear splitting screech from Tar would stun everyone in the entire playroom briefly.
After that pandemonium.
Fluffies, both Good and Shit Rats, running aimlessly in a panic, screaming and shitting. A chaos clash of colors in full fright. Some colliding with walls. Others colliding with each other.
Yet Emilia could only star at Tar.
She could only watch in shocked horror as Tar began attacking the Fluffies. Good Fluffy foals. Stomping on them indiscriminately until they turned in puddles of blood and gore. Her beige fur stained a blood red, as the playroom floor was painted a new crimson red. Her face, utterly emotionless. Like she was a machine on rampage.
Zeri intervened.
She grabbed Tar, the larger than average Fluffy flailing about.
“EM!”
Emilia snapped out of her daze and looked at the chaos surrounding her. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a whistle. Something she had bought for emergencies.
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
A long, sharp noise loud enough to bring the chaos to a halt.
“Fluffies come to me!” Emilia ordered.
All the Fluffies, Good or Shit Rat, were quick to follow the command. Whether it was trust, obedience or fear, they all came to Emilia. Many crying and sobbing.
“Fwuffy nu fo huwties” one wailed with tearful eyes.
“Pwease gib huggies n wuv” another pleaded, tugging on Emilia’s leg.
“Big Fwuffy gib babbeh hurties!” a third exclaimed in horror.
Ariella came in asking what was going on before quickly assisting in re-establishing order. Meanwhile, Zeri was still carrying the flailing Tar.
“What do I do with her?!” Zeri screamed
“Put her in her cage for now” Ariella ordered “We’ll figure out what to do with her later!”
Emilia watched as Zeri carried Tar out of the playroom. The Pleasure Fluffy no longer had her robotic look, instead she was crying in anguish.
“Am sowwi!” Tar screamed “Daddeh Fwuffy! Mummah Fwuffy! Widdwe babbehs! Tawr nu wan gib huwties bu hab tu! Mahstew sa hab tu o Tawr am nut gud Filly!”
Emilia could only watch silently. She didn’t know how to feel. All she could focus on was the blood.
Zeri found herself in Ariella’s office with Ariella and Emilia.
All three of them absolutely knackered.
It had taken a good hour to completely settle down every Fluffy and get them in their cages. Then another two hours to completely clean up the mess.
Now it was time to decide what to do with Tar.
Ariella had questioned the Sex Fluffy. She wanted to understand why Tar did it. As Zeri expected, the answer was fucked up. Everything about Tar was fucked up.
Turns out Tar had once looked after a small family of Fluffies at the bequest of her owner, or rather “master” as that asshole liked to be called. Then he told Tar to kill them all. Why? Loyalty test perhaps, from what Zeri had gathered, “master” seemed like quite an insecure asshole.
It was weird. Zeri really didn’t care about Fluffies being abused. She lived for it in fact, but there was just something about this guy that really grinded her gears. It was just something about the whole situation. This was not good old fashion fucking a Fluffy up for fun, this was. Well she didn’t know what this was. Much too serious? A bit too real? This was not hurting Fluffies for the fun of it. This was hurting Fluffies to feel powerful, which honestly felt pathetic. She was just glad that it was just a Pleasure Fluffy that took the brunt of his abuse and not some poor kid.
“I… I think… we have to put Tar down” Emilia stated softly.
Zeri looked at Emilia in surprise. She had not expected Emilia to be the one to say that, but then she nodded in agreement and Ariella did the same.
Even if unintentional, or rather the result of trauma, the fact remained that Tar had killed a bunch of Fluffies, and she had done so in front of all the other Good Fluffies. The Good Fluffies were far too scared of her now for her to be allowed to wander the shelter as one of Entepott’s Helpers, plus they weren’t exactly sure what triggered it. Emilia knew that it happened when Zeri had picked up the screaming Smarty, but did that mean that Tar would go on a mindless rampage every time a Fluffy started screaming after it got hurt. They weren’t sure. This was a big unknown and once again Entepott had too little staff to deal with this issue in a more caring manner.
As far as Entepott was concerned, Tar had killed a bunch of Fluffies and she was now a Shit Rat and now she was going to end up as Shit Rat food, but a thought occurred and Zeri raised her hand.
“Yeah Ze?” Ariella asked.
“Will Tar’s owner be okay with this?” Zeri asked.
“Uh… I don’t think it would matter. He’s apparently got a lifetime sentence, an-”
“No. Sorry! I mean the woman. Didn’t she pay us to take Tar in?”
“Oh, her. No. She won’t have a problem with this”.
“Huh!? But she paid us though. Like isn’t she paying us to make sure that Tar is looked after?”
Ariella shook her head with a glum look.
“Nah, Ze. She wasn’t paying us to look after Tar. She was paying us to alleviate her guilt. Probably felt guilty about the things her brother did to Tar, but unable to look after Tar. Might be couldn’t. Maybe wouldn’t. Doesn’t matter, as far as she was concerned her responsibility to Tar ended once she handed her over to us”.
Zeri kind of got it, but still maybe it was best to play devil’s advocate?
“Is there a chance she might change her mind?” Zeri asked “Like maybe a change of heart and she comes back to Entepott wanting Tar back?”
Ariella smirked slightly, then shook her head.
“I… well I honestly doubt it, Ze. She was desperate to get rid of Tar and she seemed very uncomfortable with the idea of Pleasure Fluffies as a whole, but even if she did… well we can just tell her the truth. Tar killed a bunch of Fluffies, so we put her down”.
Zeri nodded, satisfied with Ariella’s answer, but it would seem Emilia had questions of her own, as she also raised her hand.
“Yeah Em?”
“Ella, I know the government has that mandatory two weeks shelter stay rule, but… well could we make an exception for Tar?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like can we put down Tar today, I… it’s just. She’s just so cramped in there and I… I really can’t stand to see her suffering, and I… well I mean I understand if we can’t do it, but… Sorry! Forget I said anything, I-”
Ariella raised her hand, silencing Emilia, then offered Emilia a sympathetic nod.
“I was thinking the same thing too. We actually lost one of the new stock in the incident, so we’re already in trouble if the government was on us, but I’ll be honest. They don’t really care. Us sticking to the mandatory rule is just an honor agreement. They really won’t care if we put down a couple of them down before mandatory stay date, but at the same time, let’s not make a habit of this. There’s still a chance we can get caught and there’s still a possibility of penalties”.
Emilia nodded with a grateful smile, and Ariella turned to Zeri.
“Ze, we’ll put Tar down for food processing today…. hmm… process her first, and then we’ll decide how many more Shit Rats are needed to complete today’s quota, but that can come later. First you two have lunch, I need a smoke”.
Ariella was in the alleyway smoking like she always did.
Today she was smoking alone.
She took a puff and waited for the nicotine to release that sweet dopamine, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
Today was such a mess.
Tar was undoubtedly a good Fluffy. A pitiful past as well. However, even if she didn’t want to admit it, a part of her knew that Tar was never going to work out in Entepott.
First there was the matter of food. Pleasure Fluffies needed a lot more than the average Fluffies. It was bound to affect them, if this went long-term.
Then there was the matter of space. Tar was cramped now, but that was while she was malnourished. What about if she was fully fed? Well they could always let her roam around, so maybe that wasn’t too much of an issue.
What about her adult needs? How were they supposed to help her relieve them? Were they supposed to finger fuck Tar until she cums from time to time?
How would her presence affect potential owners? Not exactly kid-friendly keeping a living sex-toy around. It would especially look back if these potential owners came in to see Tar sleeping in her cramped cage or relieving herself.
There were just some of the things she had been stressing about the past four days, but well now she didn’t have to. They would put down Tar. End of story.
As for today’s incident. A lot of Fluffies got injured, but none too permanent. However, eleven Fluffies were killed. Three foals stomped to death by Tar. The other eight stomped to death by other Fluffies in the panic. Nine of them were Good Fluffies. Two were from the new batch. Ten foals. One adult. That was a lot of dead, and yet it actually benefited Entepott.
The underlying issue of Entepott was always the low adoption rate. Like Emilia had said a while back, there was always a scenario of Entepott only having Good Fluffies. Losing nine Good Fluffies. Ten if you included Tar, delayed that scenario. Ten less Good Fluffies to worry about.
Ariella took another smoke and stared at the wall with a grim frown.
Tar’s massacre was truly tragic, but what also made it sad was that Entepott only benefited from it. Sure a lot of Good Fluffies were traumatized, but they would also quickly forget and none of the survivors sustained life-threatening injuries.
Meanwhile Entepott no longer had to worry about their abnormally large Fluffy and nine Good Fluffy spaces had opened up.
In a sense, Tar killing a bunch of Good Fluffies was a good thing.
Ariella looked at the clear blue sky and exhaled more smoke.
She had to wonder if her dream really was all worth it.
“Tawr am sowwi. Tawr am sowwi. Tawr am sowwi. Tawr am sowwi…”
Zeri stared at the Sex Fluffy, laid down on the kitchen counter. The damaged mess, apologizing repeatedly for her actions earlier like a broken record.
She had to admit. She actually felt sorry for Tar. Despite her actions, Tar felt just as much of a victim in all this, as all the Fluffies who had been killed. She actually felt a hint of sympathy, and in a bizarre turn of events, Zeri found herself gently stroking Tar’s mane.
The Sex Fluffy looked at her in surprise, calming down slightly and no longer apologizing. Instead she looked down ashamed.
“Tawr nu desewve tu hab heart happies”
Zeri gave Tar a surprised look. Even amongst the Good Fluffy, this was the first Fluffy she had ever met to say they didn’t deserve to be happy. It was so not Fluffy-like, but regardless Zeri stopped touching her mane, prompting Tar to rest her head on the counter.
“Am Tawr gun be Fwuffy nummies?”
Zeri gave Tar another surprised look.
“You know?”
“Tawr see befo. Miss Zewi Zewe-We-Re Miss Zeri tak bad Fwuffy then hab nummies n Tawr heaw bad Fwuffies sa nummies smewll lwike Fwuffies”.
Zeri had to admit. She was quite impressed. This was probably the only Fluffy in the entirety of Entepott that put two and two together, but of course she wasn’t going to admit that.
“Nah. I’m just here to check on you an-”
“Dat otay ib Tawr am nummies”
For the third time, Zeri found herself surprised. Shocked. Stunned. She looked at Tar with confusion. Taking a few seconds to regain her composure.
“You don’t mind being eaten? Do you really understand what you’re saying?”
“Tawr kno. Bad Fwuffy nu com bac. Get foebah sweepies n become nummies. Tawr kno dat”.
“And you really don’t care?”
“Tawr hab wittle bit of scawdies, bu… Tawr am bad Fwuffy a-”
“You’re not a bad Fluffy”
“Tawr am bad Fwuffy. Tawr gib foebah sweepies tu gud babbehs”
Zeri smirked slightly, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You… you’re a lot smarter than I thought”
Tar grinned with pride.
“Tawr kno wots, bu… mahstew wike Tawr wen Tawr am dummeh”
Zeri frowned again. Again that feeling of discomfort. Fluffy abuse was all in good fun, but this felt too real. Tar’s “master” once again felt pathetic.
“Am Miss Zeri otay? Tawr nu mean tu gib saddies”
Zeri looked at Tar. The Fluffy looking at her worriedly with her adorable round eyes. It was cute honestly and Zeri couldn’t help but place on her hand on Tar’s cheek. Tar began to nuzzle her palm with a content look, before pulling away and looking down in shame.
“Tawr nu dewserve heawt happies”
“I think it’s fine to have a little bit of heart happies, especially before you die”
Tar smiled slightly, making a cute giggle.
“Tawr wike Miss Zeri”
Zeri couldn’t help but smile slightly
“I like you too”
“Can Tawr tewll Miss Zeri secwet?”
“Sure”
“Miss Zeri som time wemind Tawr o mahstew”
Zeri tried her best to hide her frown as she looked at Tar.
“I… why?”
“Wen Miss Zeri gib bad Fwuffies hurties! Miss Zewi hab nice smile, am same smile lwike mahstew, wen mahstewr see Tawr gib… gib Fwuffy famiwy huwties”.
Tar had stopped smiling, looking down at the counter in shame.
“Tawr deserve foebah sweepies”
Zeri did not respond. She stood up silently and grabbed a knife.
“I… I’m sorry Tar. I promise to make this as painless as possible”
Tar looked at her with a smile, as Zeri kept her head down on the counter.
“Tank yu Miss Ze-”
A swift stab to the head. Right to the brain. As painless as Zeri could hope to make it.
She didn’t like this.
This feeling.
A feeling of discomfort.
A feeling of guilt.
A feeling of sadness.
Zeri put down the knife and stared at the corpse. The blood leaking out of her skull.
This would make it the second time that Zeri was not having fun killing a Fluffy.
Sorry to anyone who had been waiting for the next chapter.
I had some personal stuff going on.
