[Part 2 and 3 are backstories for a few of the fluffies, primarily the red unicorn colt in the first story but also includes the blue pegasus colt and the grey earthie colt. There is also a bit of violence and abuse in these parts, so be warned.]
The little red fluffy can tell he is moving, but he isn’t doing it and he can’t even open his eyes. Was he a no-see chirpie again? He can hear a man talking and he realizes it is a human’s voice, it feels like his heart stops for a moment. Then he hears a human woman, wait…two human women.
“Oh my! Let’s get them to the back, the vet just left so I’ll see if I can get him to come back.” he hears an older lady say.
Then he is moving again, he can smell and hear all kinds of things, barkie munstahs, kitty munstahs, and even other fluffies. He is scared again, there is danger all around and he can’t move at all. He would scaredy poop again, but he was tapped out at the moment.
Maybe this is all a dream. No, this is different and he can’t see anything.
His heart races, feeling like it is going to jump out of his chest.
Then, he feels something soft…and warm. Like it is wrapping him in one of his mother’s hugs.
Wait, is it his mommy? No, it doesn’t smell like her.
But he does start to smell something else. It smells like those pretty purple flowers his daddy brought mommy to num that made the house smell so nice.
“Wavendah” The little red fluffy barely manages to say as he feels himself fade off to sleep.
The red colt wakes up, letting out a long yawn. As he opens his eyes and looks around he suddenly realizes this isn’t his home. Memories of what happened flood his little mind. In a panic, his head glances all around, trying to make sense of everything.
He is wrapped up in something soft and yellow…A blanket! And next to him there is something blue stirring around…his brother!
The young colt realizes that he isn’t alone! He wraps his brother in a hug and the blue colt suddenly lets out a little peep.
He looks him over and sees a few burns in his missing patches of fluff and his wings are wrapped in bandages and so was his eye.
Suddenly he hears a voice, the one he heard when he could see anything.
“Oh hello little guy. I’m glad to see you’re finally awake.” said the older woman.
Looking around, still confused, he buries himself back under the blanket and into the corner. “Whewe am fwuffy? Nosie smewws aww the munstahs.”
“Oh, this is called a shelter. It is where dogs, cats, and even fluffies can come to get better and hopefully find a new home. We will keep you safe and warm while you are here.” said the lady with an inviting smile.
“Nu huwties for fwuffy or bwuthah?”
“No hurties for you or your brother.”
The colt peeks back out a bit, “Weally?” apprehensively, “Fank yu nice wady.”
Glowing as she speaks “You can call me Ms. Julie. Once his brother wakes up we’ll get you both some breakfast.” She points over to a small box in the corner. “If you have to go poop or pee you need to try and do it in the box. Good poopies and good peepees go in the box, all other places are bad poopies and bad peepees. Got it?”
He gives a slight nod, “Fwuffy fink fwuffy geds it.”
“Good, get some more rest for now and we’ll let you play with the others in a bit.”
“Otay Ms. Juwie’’ the red colt says as he snuggles back next to his brother, thinking to himself “Bestest babbeh and bwuthah get better and find nyu housie. Stawt nyu hewd. Du bettah dan daddeh. Be smawtest wike mama towd yu that yu wewe.”
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. The blue colt woke up and was so happy to see his brother, he barely noticed or made mention of the state he was in. Shelter workers brought them breakfast soon after, kibble softened with milk. It was good, not as good as mama’s milk but better than trash nummies they ever had, but they were so hungry that they gobbled it down without much thought.
After that, Ms. Julie came by to remove the bandage off the blue pegasus’s eye, but it looked burned too and was stitched shut. She picked them up and looked the two fluffies over, but she did it in such a gentle manner that the two did even have the urge to complain.
They were then brought over to a play area that had smooth, soft flooring and was surrounded by tall walls. There were a few other fluffies there, most playing with a ball, some blocks, or just running around. The blue colt quickly took off to run, he loved running, and quickly made friends.
On the other side of the play area there was an older colt that was going around yelling and taking whatever toys he wanted. He could be heard calling himself the bestest and a smartie. How could he be the bestest? The red colt was the smartest and the bestest, his mother told him all the time. The smartie was going around and giving sorry hooves to a couple fluffies, they were brown and green and he kept calling them poopie fluffies and threatening to make them num poop.
Then it hit the red colt, his mama was right. Everything she had said was right. Daddy was wrong, all babies aren’t good. Some were bad poopie fluffies, some were munstah fluffies, and some, like him, were the bestest fluffy.
“Yu…yu were a smartie!” the young red colt thought to himself.
The emboldened red colt was about to march over there and make his declaration, to put the other smartie in its place, when suddenly a human walked up and grabbed it by the back of the neck.
“Oh, a smartie? Well, let me show you what happens to smarties.” He walked the fluffy over to a row of small black boxes.
The smartie was swinging his hooves around wildly, shouting. “Wet smawtie down wight nao dummeh hoomin! Give yu wowsest huwties and fowevew sweepies.”
Plopping the fluffy down in the box and quickly closing the lid, the worker said “Oh no…please don’t…don’t hurt me…”
The smartie was beating on the sides of the box, a muffled yell still audible. “Nu wike dawk! Wet smawtie out yu meanie bawks or….or…” and suddenly “SOWWIE POOPIES” a wet splatter could be heard followed by a “HEWP! Dummeh hoomin wet smawtie out nao. Nu smeww pwetty! Nu feew pwetty! Smawtie tummie huwties, gonna muke sicky wawas!”
The human just sprayed some air freshener in the air before turning to walk away, “You literally did this shit to yourself, now stew in it.”
Now the newly realized, little red smartie had to rethink his strategy, a couple things became very apparent. First, humans didn’t like smarties. He remembers his daddy saying something like that, but he also remembered that his mama said that smarties lead herds. Secondly, not all smarties were smart, like the one that had just poopied all over himself. That just reinforced the red colt that he was a real smartie, not just some pretender.
Now to figure out how to let the herd know who the real smartie was but not to let the human find out.
He eventually filled his brother in, he was excited for you. Somehow he always was, he loved his loyalty. Mama taught him to know his place well.
Next was to find a tuffie, but there were slim pickings. It was already evening and most of the hopeful picks had been taken away by humans. Every time a human would approach several fluffies would run up asking for housie, toys, sketti, nyu mammeh or nyu daddeh. Why would they want to leave this wonderful place?
The new smartie stumbled across a large, chubby, grey earthie. He looked sullen and was keeping to himself as he approached. “What fwuffy am duin? Yu a dummeh?”
He turns to the red colt and ‘huu’s a couple times, “No, fwuffy am saddies. Have heawt huwties. Owd mama gu fowevew sweepies an meanie nyu daddeh huwt fwuffy.” Tears soak his face fluff as he lets out another loud “HUU!” as he looked back to where a tail should be. “Bad daddeh muke taiw faww off with da sowwy stick. Bad daddeh no wike when fwuffy hab heart huwties and muke saddie wawas and hit fwuffy evewy bwight time.”
The red fluffy raises his hoof and taps the grey colt’s nose just hard enough to get its attention. “Wissen dummeh, am makie nyu hewd. Yu wissen tu fwuffy and be tuffie an yu nu ged huwtie nu mowe.”
Rubbing his snout, the grey colt says “Weawwy?”
Nodding firmly, “Dat wight, am bestest and smawtest fwuffy. Gunna hab bestest hewd an bestest nummies an bestest mawes fow bestest enfies and fow mukin’ bestest babbehs.”
Looking back with a hint of joy, “Aww dat? Fwuffy wuvs aww dem fings. Fwuffy be tuffie fu hewd.”
And like that, his herd grew to three but it was growing late so he would have to wait to continue. Now it was time to secure a good spot for his herd’s fluffpile. Before the search could even begin in earnest, Ms. Julie walks over to a pen that sits waist high and places a very large, mint-green colt into it. The young red colt was surprised when he, his brother and the grey colt were taken over to the same pen as well.
The young fluffies were able to see over the wall enough to see several remaining fluffies being led out of the play area to a room that had other, older fluffies in it. The red colt began shouting protests, “Why am fwuffy hewe? Why nu gu wid othew fluffies?”
As Ms. Julie approached with eyes beginning to become moist, the blue colt asked, “Whewe am nyu fwiends guin?”
With a sorrow-filled look, she responds, “Unfortunately, they’ve been here too long and didn’t find homes. Now, try not to worry about it, go introduce yourselves to the new fluffy and get ready for bed.” before turning to leave the room.
The red colt ceased his protests but was still confused. “Why am Ms. Juwie have saddies?”
He begins his trek of leading his new herdmates over to the mint-green fluffy who had just stepped out of the litterbox. “Hewwo nyu fwiend, dis am fwuffy’s wand fow hewd.”.
The green fluffy grins as he speaks “Oh, dis am yus wand? Nu much a hewd. Mus be bad smawtie.”
Taken aback, the red colt shammers “Nu twue, jus am nyu hewd. Wiww be bestest smawtie fow bestest hewd. Yu join hewd ow yu weave.”
Surprisingly, the larger colt relents “Fwuffy wiww join hewd but fwuffy get tu be tuffie, bestest tuffie dat get tu gib sowwie hoovies to dummehs and poopies whenevew fwuffy want.”
The red colt was a bit alarmed by the general willingness of the new fluffy but decided to continue. “Gud, yu teach fwuffy tu be tuffie tu.” as he points to the grey colt.
Giving an excited nod, the grey fluffy says “Wanna be gud tuffie fow hewd, nu ged anymowe huwties, onwy gib huwties fwom nao on.”
The green colt snorts in derision “Fine.”
After taking turns using the litterbox, they all make their way over to the couple of beds and blankets available while a new warmth fills the air. They all get comfort and begin fading off when the blue colt perks up and asks, “Whud am dat noisie?”
They all become alert as from behind the door all the other fluffies went into come screams from several fluffies and the previously gentle warm air coming from it now carries the smell of fear and charred fluff and flesh.
They all freeze in fear and thankfully, only scardie farts were released because of the recent visit to the litter box. After several minutes the group is huddled together and the screams finally fade away
The red smartie says “Hewd needs tu ged outta hewe soon.”
It takes about an hour but the group all eventually falls to sleep.
It isn’t until early the next morning that they were all harshly awoken from their slumber by a few of the employees loudly rushing through to one of the other doors, Ms. Julie dropping off three foals into the enclosure before following the rest.
The mint green tuffie was the first to get out of bed, sniffing loudly, “Smeww fiwwies.” He began his approach with an unsettling grin. The other three slowly follow, unsure of the larger colt’s intent.
The first to greet the approaching group was a powder blue earthie colt with a dark brown mane and tail. “Hewwo nyu fwiends.” offering a cheerful smile as he stands in front of lavender-colored alicorn and a darker purple pegasus.
The green fluffy shoves the light blue colt aside, “Outta ma wai, dummeh poopie-head. Am wookin’ for fiwwies.”
The blue colt gets back on to his feet “Why am yu meanie? Nu am dummeh ow poopie and sissies nu be fiwwies, dey tu wittwe.”
The two young foals cower back and say “Nyu fwiend?” as the mint-green fwuffy towers over them. “Smewws pwetty.”
It was then that the larger colt noticed the horn and wings of the alicorn. “Munstah!”
The little alicorn lets out a peep “Whud?” as a hoof comes crashing in on her face.
Her purple sister yells out “Nu! Nu gib huwties.”
The young powder blue colt rushes over as several hooves rain down on his sister’s body. “Nu am munstah! Dun du sowwie hoovies.” Slamming into the attacker’s side as he arrives.
The red, grey and dark blue colts stand there in shock for several moments before they snap out of it and rush over.
The green colt bucky wildly as he fights off the little purple filly and the surprisingly sturdy blue colt, hitting them each several times while still getting a couple more hits on the prone alicorn.
He eventually knocks the purple filly into a wall, knocking her out, and wrestles the smaller blue colt to the ground as the other three colts arrive. “Hold da dummeh down.”
Not knowing what else to do the three colts comply as he light blue colt sobs, “Wai yu du dis? Nu mowe gib huwties tu sissies!”
The green colt slowly gets up, “Shud up! Yu am poopie an wiww num poopies. Fiwwies am onwy gud fu enfies and gud feews. Munstehs onwy ged fowevew sweepies.”
The three colts look around nervously and confused as they continue trying to hold down the wildly thrashing young colt. The grey one cries out “Am tu hawd tu hold down!”
Sternly, the mint green fluffy says “Step on da speciaw wumps. Wiww nu muke movies nu mowe an stomp hawdew if dummeh twy tu. Is poopie, nu desewve wumps.”
The red and grey colts each stomp down on the light blue colt’s balls, causing him to freeze and whimper, letting out chirps and peeps randomly while crying. “Nu hurtie wumps. Nu hurtie sissies. Am tu wittwe. Wet bwuthah give sissies huggies and wuv.”
The green colt makes his way back over to the two fillies, stopping to stomp on the alicorn’s neck with a sudden, audible crack. “Dun’ wowwy, am gunna gib udda fiwwy pwenty of feew guds an enfies. Whowe hewd gonna gib speciaw huggies an wuv.” letting out a sinister snicker.
As the light blue colt begins thrashing again to break free the dark blue pegasus backs off, running back to the pile of blankets, shouting back “Nu wike gibbing huwties, nu wan du!”
The two other colts step down harder on the lumps of the other colt as they attempt to keep him in place as the red one says, “Shud up an stop mobing ow gunna bweak yu wumps.”
As the green colt reaches the body of the purple pegasus, he picks her up, blood oozing out of her mouth and the back of her head as she hangs limply. The light blue fluffy strains and pulls, trying to ignore the pain on his lumps as he tries to break free. “Wet fwuffy gu wight nao!”
Feeling their hold on the little colt slipping, the two colts holding him down put all their weight on its lumps causing them both to pop from the pressure, crushing them. The colt releases a shrill, high-pitched scream but only pulls even harder.
Without warning, the blue colt launches forward, crying out as his scrotum is torn free. The two colts look down in horror as they are standing on a torn flap of fuzzy skin, watching two uncovered testicles hang openly from the charging light blue colt.
The blue colt sends the much larger green colt sprawling after crashing into him. As the mint-green colt lays there stunned, trying to make sense of what just happened, the blue comes crashing down on his throat with both hooves. A wet, raspy gurgle fills the air as the green fluffy struggles to breath, its windpipe completely crushed.
The light blue fluffy crawls over to his sisters, passing out as he half lays on top of the purple one.
The grey colt begins sobbing heavily, “Huu…dis am flwuffed up.”
The red colt begins pushing the sobbing tuffie to the blankets. “Shud up, need tu let away fwom dem. Dun’ wanna ged in twoubwe fow dis.”
A worker reaches into the room to inspect the noise just as the red and grey colts bury themselves next to the blue pegasus. The red one whispers “Yu twu nu tawkie, jus cwy. Wet smawtie du da tawking.”
The worker approaches, followed by Julie shortly after, both shocked by the scene before them. After checking the messy scene the worker takes all the injured and dead fluffies with him to the same door they took the other, dark green fluffy. Julie approaches the three hiding colts, trying to figure out what happened. “Hey little ones, I know you’re scared but can you tell me what happened?”
The red colt wiggles out front “Nyu fwuffy fwom befowe wakies was meanie munstah. Gib dem all sowwie hooves and gib pointie-wingie fiwwy fowevew sweepies. Say bwue cowt num poopies and stompied his speciaw wumps.”
He looks back at the other two for a moment as they just quietly nod and sob before continuing, “An den gween munstah fwuffy gib udda fiwwy huwties and say gonna gib bad enfies. Bwue cowt den come an gib sowwie hooves and fowevew sweepies tu da munstah.”
“Oh my, that’s just awful and I’m sure it was scary. Let Ms. Julie clean up this mess and get you all a special breakfast for being so brave and for being good fluffies and staying out of the fight. I think sketti flavored kibble is in order.” She says as she gathers a few cleaning products, heavily feeling the guilt of the situation.
After the mess was cleaned up and the tears were dried, Julie brought out the colts’ breakfast. As she left to go out front the red fluffy says quietly to the others, “Hewd need tu ged outta hewe befowe udda fwuffy ged back and teww on hewd. Need nyu mommeh or daddeh fow nyu housie.”
The three quietly ate and watched as the light blue colt and the dark green fluffy were put into a cage together, both sleeping.
A short time later, as a soft song comes from the cage, Julie leads a man into the room. The red fluffy thinks to himself “Time tu ged nyu daddeh and nyu housie and ged outta hewe befowe da bwue one wakies.”
It was then that Julie walked in, leading a man over to your enclosure.