You are Aphrodite, a beautiful champion show fluff, a pink and gold Alicorn. You have the bestest mummuh in the whole world. She keeps you in an amazing safe room with all the prettiest colors in the world. It has so many toys! Blocks, balls, cloth books, fluffTV and a legion of stuffy friends.
Mummuh gives you lots of good brushies and she tells you how pretty and good you are all the time. You love her sooo much that while you could be a spoiled brat, you are actually a well behaved and grateful fluffy whose looks and temperament have won many pretty ribbons and trophies for mummuh. You won so many, that she let you visit a really pretty gold and white Alicorn named Adonis. He gave you special huggies and put babies in your tummy. You were gonna be a mummuh!
Time passed and you gave birth to a litter of five perfect babies. A white and gold unicorn filly. A white and pink pegasus filly, a chocolate brown and gold alicorn foal, a gold and white alicorn foal, and a pink and gold alicorn filly. They were the best babies in the whole world!
You have a perfect life.
But one day, things changed.
You woke up in your big soft bed and felt the morning tummy owies. You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake your babies, who were sleeping and peeping in a big fluff pile, and walked through the fluffy door in your safe room to your nummy dish in the kitchen, only to find it suspiciously empty of scrambled eggs and waffles, your favorite morning nummies! You decide to go find mummuh and see about getting some food. You slip into the cracked door of her room and see her still in bed. You walk up the little carpeted stairs she had for you and hopped in bed to go nuzzle her awake.
“Mummuh, time fowe wakies. Afwodite nee nummies fow make miwkies fow bestest pwetty babbehs.”
But she didn’t wake up. It was odd, but she felt cold and stiff, not at all like the soft warm wonderful mommy you were used to.
“Mummuh? Am few sicky? Nee huggies fowe make feew bettah?” You give her a great big hug and licky kissies, but it doesn’t work.
“Huuuu wai mummuh nu wakies? Nu wuve Afwodite nu mowe? Huuuuu pwease wake up, nee nummies, nee wuv, huuuuuuu” On and on you cried and you begged, but nothing changed.
Many forevers (two hours) and a fluffy family worth of tummy owies later, your mummuh’s oldest human baby unlocks the front door and comes in.
“Mom, you up? I got you a coffee from that hippy ass cafe you like so much. Hellooooo?” Karen, the eldest daughter called out.
“Huuuu Kawen! Mummuh haf wowstest sickies! Hewp!” You come running out of your saferoom where you had been consoling your hungry babbehs and their cries for milkies you didn’t have.
“What are you talking about shitrat?” Karen and the other human babies were always so mean to you, no matter what mummuh said, but that wasn’t important now.
“Mummuh nee hewp! Am sickies in bed!” You lead her into mummuh’s room and rush back up to her, nudging her face and giving her more lickies.
“Oh my god! Get the fuck off of her!” Karen slaps you off of mummuh, causing you to roll off the bed and onto the floor, leaving you with the worst face and side owies!
“Huuuuuu wai gif hewties!!! Jus wan hewp mummuh huuuuuuu”
“Shut the fuck up! I have to call 911”
The next few hours are a blur. Lot’s of strange humans come in and out of the house, arriving in loud meanie noise metal monsters. You hide from it all, cuddling your babies who still had the worst tummy owies and begged desperately for milkies.
“Huuuu wai mummuh nu gif miwkies? Nu wuv babbehs nu mowe?”
“Babbeh haf wowstst tummeh owies huuuuu pwease miwkies mummuh”
“Wewe am grandmummuh? She gif mummuh nummies fow make bestest babbehs miwkies”
You tried to ask Karen for nummies, but she kicked you and gave you even more hearties that sent you running back to your safe room with fat tears pouring from your eyes.
Finally, as the sun set and the strange humans all left, taking mummuh with them in a strange sleepie bag, you alone with Karen, who finally bothers to feed you a can of fluff-skettie from the pantry.
“Tank you miss Kawen fow nummies, haf such big tummeh owies, babbehs am suuuu hungwy.”
“I really don’t give a shit about you or your fucking babies fluffy.” She refused to address the creature by it’s ridiculous name.
“Mom is dead, gone forever…oh goooood!!!” She started to weep into a pillow on the couch.
“Kawen haf saddies? Afwodite gib huggies, make ebwytin bettah”
“Don’t you fucking touch me!”
“Huuuu wai wouwd noisies, wai meanie words? Jus wan make heart hewties gu way huuuuuuu hu huuu”
“You are the reason I have “heart hurties” you fucking shit pig. All she cared about from the day she brought you home was you and your fucking oh so pretty fluff and those fucking contests. She didn’t pay half as much attention to me or Kyle when we were growing up. Why the fuck did she love some disgusting shit filled fluff balloon more than her down damn kids! Get back in your safe room and don’t come out again or I will whip the fucking fluff off you and all your babies hydes!”
“Nuuuuuu nu hewt babbehs huuuuuuuh fwuffy sowyyyyy nu mean du nuffin baaad huuu hu huuuu” You run away to protect your babies and escape the awful heart hurties Karen gives you by yelling at you like that. You wish mummuh was here. She would give you huggies and cookies and tell you how pretty you are and make everything better. Karen was a meanie and you needed to be somewhere else with happy people.
Days go by and you don’t leave the safe room. You don’t see anyone but your babies. Karen brought a kibble feeder and a big wawa bottle and set them up so she didn’t have to keep coming in to see you. She forgot to change the litterbox though, so it started to fill up and give your safe room the worst not pretty smells. The kibble and water was no good either, as it was bottom shelf stuff hardly better than saw dust, a far cry from the premium canned sketties you were used to. It made your milkies very thin and watery, and it did little to keep your babies tummies full. You all cried at the change to your once soft and perfect life, but nobody cared.
Finally, the day came where you were no longer trapped and alone. Kyle, your mummuh’s other baby, joined Karen to discuss what to do now that mummuh was gone.
“My lawyer says that it doesn’t matter what she wrote in the will. Fluffies are legally classified as toys and can’t inherit shit. Can’t believe the hag, trying to fuck us out of everything our dad worked his ass off for, for the sake of some genetic fuck up like a fluffy? It’s bullshit!”
“I know, I know. But what do you want to do? She liquidized all dad’s assets, sold off all the property except the beach house in Galveston. How do we split everything?”
“I love you, I don’t want to make this a huge thing. Let’s split the beach house 50/50, sell this place and divvy it and the bank account up evenly. Sell or burn everything in here, I don’t give a shit. Me and Stacey are moving to Miami soon, and I don’t want the hassle.”
“Sounds good to me, I don’t want anything to do with her anymore after this. What about the rat? What should we do with her?”
“Trash truck comes tomorrow doesn’t it?”
“Be serious. I know we can’t stand it, but I would feel guilty just killing it outright. It feels wrong doing that to something that can talk…and no matter how much it pissed me off, mom did love it.”
“I know a guy who runs a shelter, I’ll take it there.”
“The babies too? There are three Alicorns in that litter, you really want to waste that?”
“Tell you what, I’ll take the ones that looked like the parents, I’ll pillow the filly and breed them in my spare room at the new house. Two alicorns with good colors will probably pump out some decent cash. I’ll cull most of them and sell the alicorns as premium show fluffs or pets. They are supposed to be smarter than regular ones after all.”
“Breeding siblings? Won’t that make the kids come out retarded? Even by fluffy standards?”
“Nah, they aren’t real animals. Everything in their genes is artificially pre-programmed. They are practically all clones from a genetic standpoint. It won’t be a problem.”
“Ok, well if your sure, that sounds good to me. I don’t want to have to think about them again. When can you do it?”
“I’ll take them tomorrow. It won’t be a problem. I love you. I know things weren’t perfect when dad died, but it still hurts, and I’m glad I have you.” The siblings hugged each other with real love and real emotions, and it actually did make everything a little bit better.
The next day, you scared awake by a foot kicking your soft fluffy bed. You and the babies all make scaredy poopies and the little ones start chirping and peeping in fear, with cries of
“huuu scawey wakies”
“Mummuh sabe babbeh!”
“Pwease nu hewt gud babbeh!”
You calm them down by tucking them into your fluff and giving them licky cleanies, but you feel scared yourself as mummuhs boy baby, Kyle looks down at you.
“God you things really are fucking gross little mistakes. Why the fuck would hasbio ever design a toy that shits as much and as easily as you things?”
“Huuu wa meanie Kywe wan? Wai gif babbehs bad wakies huuuu”
“Because I’m taking you all to your new home. Get in the crate.”
“Wa Kywe mean? Dis am fwuffy housie. Wuv safe woom and pwetty toysies. Nu wan weave.”
“I don’t give a flying FUCK what you want bitch, get in the crate or I will break your leggs and stuff you in there!”
“Nuuuu mummuh nee weggies fow gif babbehs huggies an wuv! Pwease nu hewt fwuffy huuuu”
“Nu hewt mummuh dummeh munstah hoomin! Owe babbeh gif you wowstest sowwy hoofies!” Your brave little babby who looks just like his pretty daddy stomps his little hoofsie at the mean human and protects you and his siblings so well!
“HA! Gotta love it when you pathetic runts think you can scare anyone.” He reaches for your baby and jams his finger not hoof right in your babies eye!
“Huuuuu mummuh hewp! Haf wowstest see peace hewties! Huuuu huuuuu jus wan sabe mummuh and bwuddas and sissy! Huuuuu nu can see nu mowe, mummuh gif babbeh huggies chirp chirp”
“Babbeh nuuuuu hu huuuu nu haf see peace owies, gif huggies and make betta huuuu” snatch him up into a big mummuh hug, getting boo boo juice all over your pretty fluff.”
If you don’t want that and worse to happen to all of them, then get. In. The. BOX!”
“Huuuu otay mistew kwye, mummuh and babbehs get in sowwy boxie, pwease nu mowe owies fow gud babbehs huuuuu hu huuuu”
You place all your babies carefully on your back and waddle out of bed and into the cold bare plastic of the pet carrier. It was small, without even enough room to turn around, and you hear the scary clang of the door behind you, making your babies have more scardey poopies in your pretty fluff.
“Huuuu pwease babbehs, nu poopies on mummuh. Mummuh knu am scawey, but poopies nu smew pwetty, am nu good fowe mummuh and babbehs.”
“Huuu sowy mummuh, bebbeh nu mean make bad poopies, am scawed.”
“Huuuu wowst babbeh eva, gif bestest mummuh bad poopies”
“Pwease mummuh, giv babbeh hugies, make see peace wowk gain huuuu”
“Nu gan gif huggies wite nao babbehs, mummuh sowy. Sing mummuh song, make hewt saddies gu way.”
mummuh wuv babbehs
babbehs wuv mummuh
nu be scawdies
mummuh am hewe
You wished your mummuh was here, but all you had were her meanie babies who did not love you.
Many forevers pass and you are jostled around in the unsecured carrier in the passenger seat of Kyles Toyota Hilux, before you came to a stop.
“Wewe mistuh kywe take mummuh? Wai nu can wiv in owd homie?”
“This is your new home. I don’t care what you want, your old home is gone, someone else, hopefully someone without fluffies, is going to live there now. You shitrats are going to be staying here with the other fluffies nobody else wants.”
“Fwuffy am gonna see otha fwuffies? Fwends fo wun and pway and gif huggies?”
“That’s what you took away from that? Jesus fuck you things are dense. Let’s go.”
He reaches over and grabs your carrier roughly, shaking you and your babies all around. You all would have made poopies if you had anything left in your empty owie tummies to poop out. You needed nummies soon to make milkies for your babies.
You feel the crate swing back and forth a few times before a bell rings and you are set down on a countertop.
“Hey there Eli, got a donation for you.”
“Aw fuck, just what I need, another shit machine.”
“I promise, this ones an angel. A real champion and a sweetheart ta boot.”
“Why you giving her away then?”
“It was my moms, loved the little bitch more than me and my sis, and tried to leave everything to her when she croaked. We don’t want anything to do with her, and I don’t particularly like to think of it living in the life of luxury anymore, so I thought you and this shithole were the best option.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Hey don’t take it personally. This could work out to your benefit too. She’s got great colors, and is an alicorn ta boot. Three of her 5 babies were good colored alicorns. She is a walking, talking atm if you breed her with a half-decent-looking stud. Even ugly alicorns are worth big money.”
“Huh, I’ll keep that in mind. I’m guessing you don’t want any paperwork on her?”
“Fuck no, I want the bitch to dissapear.”
“I’ll just say we found her outside then. Let’s stick her in with the other rats and maybe go smoke a J for old times sake?”
“Yeah fuck it, why not.”
You feel the carrier lift off again, scaring your babies even more, before you are set down roughly and the door finally opens. You are pulled out by your tail, setting you into a round of “huuuu”’s before you see you are in a dirty pink carpeted play area, with lot’s of other fluffy’s.
“H-hewow fwiends. Fwuffy am Afwodite, am mummuh, des awe ma babbehs.”
“Hewwow nyu fwiend! A grey and red earthy mare waddles up to you and gives you a big soft hug. It is the first heart happy you have had in days and it feels soooo good.
“Nyu fwend wan pway bwokies? Can pway wif yu pwetty babbehs?”
“Afwodite wuv nyu fwiend. Babbehs wuv pway games wif nyu fwuffy fwiends.”
You were just starting to think this might not be a bad time after all. You didn’t like losing your mummuh and house, but you had always wished you had more fluffy friends. Maybe this could all work out.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m keeping the two good colored alicorns. They are gonna breed me up a new fishing boat.”
“Siblings?”
“It’s not incest if their fluffy’s, why does everyone keep focusing on that.” He reaches down and snags your best babies away before you can do anything.
They cheep and peep and cry out for you!
“Heeeewm mummuh, sabe bestest babbehs!”
“Nu wan bad upsies, am onwy widdew babbeh huuuuu hu huuu gif back tu mummuuuuh”
“Pwease kywe! Gif babbehs back tu mummuh! Day am tu widdew fo upsies and be way fwom mummuh! Nee huggies and miwkies huuuuu pwease nu take!”
“Shut the fuck up and say goodbye. You took my mom away from me, it’s only fair I take your babies from you. Come on man, let’s light up. Do you have pillowing equipment by the way?”
“Sure thing, it’s in the back.”
The mean monster humans walk away with your babies, stepping over the fluffy proof fence surrounding the play area and disappearing into a room you can’t see, your babies crying “mummuh heeeewp huuu hu huuu” the whole time.
You had the worst heart hurties ever! Mummuh said you could keep your babies until they were big enough to eat sketties and kibble on their own, and then they would find super nice new housies and momies and daddies, they were still to small to leave you yet.
“Huuuuu mummuh nu wan wose babbehs, nee gif miwkies and huggies and sing mummuh songs huuuu”
“Huuuu babbeh miss bwuda an sissyyyyy hu huuu nu wan wose dem fowebaaaaa”
“Huuuu fwuffy su sowwy Afwodite wose babbehs huuuu gib huggies, make betta huuuu” Your new friend gave you even more big soft huggies, and it made the heart hurties go away just a little bit.
“Mummuh, saddest babbehs haf wowst tummeh owies. Nee miwkies pewase.”
“Huuuu otay babbehs. Mummuh hewp. Nyu fwiend, whewe am nummies fow mummuh make miwkies fow babbehs?”
“Nummies am ova hewe!” She hops about excitedly and leads you across the play area, past several fluffies playing blockies to a feeder like you had at home. Unfortunately, it was filled with the same cheap not tasty kibble as you were getting at home recently. It doesn’t taste pretty, but it fills you up and soon your milkie places fill up with the thin, weak milkies.
Your unicorn filly is the first to latch and take a long sip, but she quickly pulls away and complains.
“Nuuuuuu hu huuuu babbeh nu wan nu taste gud miwkies nu mowe! Wan mummuh bestest taste pwetty miwkies wike haf when hoomin mummuh was hewe huuuu”
“Wai mummuh nu make pwetty miwkies fow babbehs? Nu wuv nu mowe?”
“Huuuu mummuh sowy babbehs, nu can make bestest miwkies wifout gud nummies, nu haf does nu mowe huuuu wowstest mummuh evaaaa”
“Wai yu dummies makin su much noisies! Smawtey am twy concentwate on bwokies!”
“Huuuuuu wun way nyu fwend! Smawtey am cumin huuuu gif wowstest hewties tu fwuffy!” Your new nameless friend waddled away at top (fluffy) speed as a turquois and red earthy stallion approached you with a mean look on his face.
“Huuu mummuh sowy, babbehs am jus hungwy fow gud miwkies, dey nu mean be wouwd, am just widdew babbehs.”
“Hmph, dummeh babbehs be quiet, ow get wowstest sowwy hoofsies fwum smawtey.”
“Nuuu nu hewt babbeh-OUCHIES!” You rub your poor nose, now sore from where the smarty struck you.
“Smawtey say shuddup! Hmph, yu am pwetty mawe. Be nyu speciew fwiend an gif smawtey bestest speciew huggies. Make pwettiest smawtey babbehs.”
“Nu! Nu can haf mowe babbehs when mummuhs babbehs stiw am widdew. Dey nee mummuh miwkes and wuv. Nu can haf speciew huggies wifout hoomins say is otay.”
“Smawtey haf speciew huggies when smawtey want! Nu cawe what dummeh hoomin munstah say!” Stupid dummeh babbehs an….MUNSTUH! MUNSTUH BABBEH!!! The smarty is suddenly yelling and scaring your babies so much they make scardey poopies, and pointing at your littel brown wingy horn baby.
“Huuuu babbeh nu am munstuh, mummuh say am gud babbeh”
“Babbehs nu am munstuh! Is good babbeh, haf hown and wingies wike mummuh and daddeh.”
It was only now that the smarty saw that Aphrodite was indeed an alicorn as well.”
“MUNSTUH MUMMUH AND BABBEH!!! TUFFIES CUM HEWE!!!” He called to his henchman, who were quickly by his side.
“Wu happen smawtey! Wewe munstuh?”
“Pwetty mawe am munstuh fwuffy! Howd hewe down and take wingies fow be pwetty enfie mawe and nu munstuh!!! Smawtey get munstuh babbeh.”
“Nuuu nuh hewt babbeh!!!” You try to take your babies and run but the tuffies, a neon yellow unicorn and a scared black and grey earthy stallion are too strong and mean for you. They knock you over and pound you with their hoofsies, kicking your white fillies away, giving them biggest saddies and hurties.
“Hewp mummuh! Hewp babbehs huuu nu wan hewties cheep cheep
“Mummuh hewe babbehs huuuu nu can sabe yu, tuffies tu tuff huuuuuu tu many hewties.”
The tuffies finish beating you, and the yellow unicorn holds you down with his teeth by your scruff, while the black stallion walks to your side and takes a big hard bite on your precious wingies”
“SCREEEEEE NU HEWT WINGIES!!! Huuuuu wai hewt afwodite pwetty wings huuuuu hu huuu pwease nu mowe hewties, jus wan nyu fwiends and huggies and wuuuuv huuu huuuuu”
Your pleas go unheard, as the earthy stallion twists and yanks on your sensitive wing until the brittle bones crack, and the soft flesh tears away.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST HEWTIES HUUUUU HUU HUUUUU WAI TAKE WINGIE MEANIE MUNSTUH FWUFFY HUUUUUU PWEASE WET MUMMUH GOOOOO”
You hardly have time to appreciate your own suffering before you see something even worse.
“Pwease mistuh smawtey, nu hewt babbeh, am gud babbeh, nu munstuh huuuu huuu onwy widew babbehhhhh hu huuu nu wan foweba sweepies.”
“NU! Yu am dummuh poopie munstuh babbeh! Get sowwy hoofsies and foweba sweepies NAO!” He begins to pummel the little foal repeatedly in the head and chest, battering him with the infamously soft fluffy hooves. To anything natural it would have been pathetic, but to something as naturally pathetic as a fluffy, it was pain.
“SCREEEEEE mum-OWIES-uh huuu SABE BABBEH huuuuuuuu nu wuv nu mowe? Nu wan foweba swee-ACK!!!” Your little alicorns cries of pain were cut off by a final stompy hoof crushing his delicate little skull into paste.
“NUUUUUUUU SCREEEEEEEEEEEE HU HU HUUUUUUU BABBEH WAAAAIIIIII” You scream and you cry so loud, but it changes nothing. The smarty turns his attention to you, ready to rip off your other wingie and give you bad special huggies, when there is a loud noise from outside the play area.
“Oh what the fuck! Eli! The fucking smarty just killed a foal!” A human you didn’t recognize comes walking into the enclosure and kicks the tuffies away, stooping down to inspect your precious dead baby.
“God damn it, it was a fucking alicorn. We coulda got good money breeding that fucking thing. That’s it, three strikes and your out shit rat.” He picks the bloody smarty up by the scruff and starts walking towards a black door with a strange white not-face and two crossed sticks on it.
“WET SMAWTEY DOWN DUMMEH, OWE GET WOWSTEST HEWTIES AND FOWEBA SWEEPIES WIKE MUNSTUH BABBEH”
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this you little asshole. First, I’m going to sorry stick your no-no stick and special lumps until they look like hamburger meat, then I’m going to shave you bald and press you in the george forman. If I’m lucky and you are still alive, I’m gonna jerk my dick to you getting eaten by the trash pandas out back. Tell your friends night night bitch!” But there was no time for him to respond before he was taken through the permanent exit of the sorry room.
You stand up and waddle to your baby, the tuffies having run away to hide in their sleeping spots. It no longer resembles the beautiful little gold and chocolate fluff that made your mummuh so happy. Instead, it was a bloody pile of brown and red, it’s face unrecognizeable.
“Huuuuu huu huuuuu mummuh sowey babbeh, nu cud sabe you fwum meanest fwuffy huuuuu take foweba sweepies wike mummuhs mummuh huuuuuu heawt nu can take nu mowe saddies huuuu hu hu huuuu wai dis happen tu gud fwuffy.”
“The fuck was all that noise? Ah jeeze, the smarty must have noticed the alicorns. Little fucker has been a pain in my ass since he got here. I’m sure dan is having fun with him in the kill room as we speak. Sorry man.”
“I don’t give a fuck, I got mine.” Kyle held up your precious other alicorn babies, and you almost feel excited, until you see what has happened to your sweet little filly who looks like you.
“Nuuuuu wai take babbehs weggies!!!”
“Huuuuu mummuh hewp! Sabe babbeh! Munstuh take babbehs weggies! Nee weggies fow wun an pway an gif huggies! Huuuuu nu wan meanie stumpies huu huuuuu”
“Pwease mistuh! Gib babbeh weggies back, babbeh nee weggies fow do aw du fings make wife gud! Huuuu pwese, afwodite nu knu wha du wong, nu knu wai kywe hate hew, bu nu wan be hewe in meanie pwace, just wan happies and wuv gain huuuuu”
“Sucks to suck shitrat. I don’t care what you want, in fact, the more miserable you are, the better. Your baby isn’t getting her leggs back. They are gone forever. She is going to spend the rest of her life having special huggies with your baby boy here. If she’s lucky, she has at least one alicorn each litter, because I’m killing the rest.”
“Bu…bu…nu can habe speciew huggies wif bwudda! Dat am bad!”
“Huuuu nu wan giv speciew huggies tu sissy”
Cheep Peep Nu wan nu wan huuuu hu huuu jus wan weggies baaaack hu huuu”
“Nobody cares what a fucking fluffy wants. You don’t have a choice. If you don’t give her babies, then I will give her lots and lots of owies. And I’ll give you lots and lots of owies too.”
“Nuuuuu nu wan owies! Nu wan bad speciew huggies! Wai munstuh su mean!!!”
“That’s between me and my therapist. Now let’s go. Have a good one Eli.”
“Enjoy Miami bud. Fucking psycho”
Kyle stepped out the door, the last sight you ever see of your bestest babies was them being tossed roughly, tears in their eyes, into the cat carrier as the door swung closed.
“Sorry about that fluff, I don’t know what it is between you two, but he hates your guts. I wouldn’t want to be your babies right now. Now let’s see what the damage is.” He stooped down and looked you over, being carful not to touch the tender flesh of your torn wingie.
“Littel fuckers were going to “fix” you huh? Damnit, how the fuck does a toy designed for kids get this sadistic? Thankfully you things heal fast.” He scooped up your smashed baby and torn wing and tossed them into a nearby bio-hazard trash can.
“Nuuuu babbeh nu go in twashies!”
“What are you going to do with it, huh?”
“Huuuu, fwuffy nu knu, jus feew saddies ta be in twash.”
“It’s that, or you eat it. Listen, I don’t hate you things like some abusive fucks, but I don’t like you either. I won’t do anything to make your life worse than it has to be, but I don’t take any back talk either. You have good colors, and alicorns are always popular, so I am going to find good fluffies to get give you babies. Your job here will be to make babies, and I am going to take them away and sell them. If you behave, you won’t suffer, if you don’t, the sorry room has lot’s of ways of making you hurt. Do you understand?”
“Huuu hu huuuu fwuffy unnastand. Nu be bad fwuffy. Jus wan saddies tu stahp.”
“Well that’s not going to happen yet. Because I saw fleas in your fluff when I was checking you out, probably from tyson. He got outside a few days ago and must have brought them in. So now we have to take care of that, and I’m not wasting time being gentle.”
“Wha hoomin mean?”
You found out soon enough. You and all the other fluffies in the shelter, about 10 adults and a dozen or so babies, were shaved bald and covered in burny powder to get rid of your fleas. The ones with enough time left on their counter to be worth it that is. The ones with mere days left to be adopted were just drowned in a rain barrel out back and given to the raccoons. Nobody adopts bald fluffies.
You all had to go to quarantine, individual cramped cages along the walls while the carpet was disinfected.
As you sat in your cold cage, skin irritated, shivering from cold. You looked down at your last remaining babies. Bald and pink and shivering miserably, the flow of tears never halting, the unicorns back left leg crooked and permanently crippled from the attack earlier, you couldn’t help but wonder how it had all gone so terribly wrong. You were a good fluffy. Where was your happy ending?
“Wan mummuh”