The pure, sweet innocent of a fluffy was something Matthew adored about the little abominations that filled his city. He loved stopping to talk to them, to find out what wonderful things they had seen that day or to comfort them in their woes. The feeling of their soft fur under his hand and the happiness that seemed to radiate from their tiny bodies excited Matthew.
The door clicked shut behind Matthew and he kicked his shoes off before peering into the living room. A chubby blue fluffy was curled up on the old leather sofa Matthewâs mom had gifted him. He smiled warmly and slowly crept up to the couch, kneeling before it and resting his head in his hands. He stared at the snoozing fluffy lovingly as the stallionâs sides rose and fell with every breath.
Matthew gently ran a finger down the stallionâs side, careful not to disturb his slumber. His hand slid around itâs waist and cupped itâs cheek, pulling the fluffy against him and pressing his face into itâs fluff. He let out a delighted hum as the fluffy slowly woke, blinking sleepily and looking for what disturbed itâs nap.
âDaddeh!â It squealed, wrapping itâs tiny hooves around Matthewâs neck and nuzzling into him. Matthew shuddered and grasped his fluffy the tiniest bit tighter as he felt itâs velvety nose pressing against his neck.
âI missed you so much Azul.â Matthew said softly, his voice warm and happy, âDaddyâs boss was so awful to him today.â He gave a loud and exaggeratedly sad sigh as he stood up, cupping the stallionâs rear with one hand and itâs torso with another as he kept it cradled close to his chest. Azul giggled and glanced around the room. The stallion loved being so tall and getting to see new parts of the room it couldnât see otherwise.
âDummeh bosh nu know how aweshome Daddeh iz! Ib Azuw waz dewe Azuw wouwd gib dat dummeh wowstest sowwy hoofies.â The stallion declared, puffing itâs cheeks in anger. Matthew swelled with excitement at the stallionâs loving declaration and he pressed his lips to the stallionâs forehead, giving him soft kiss.
âDaddy feels so much better now that he has you.â Matthew set the fluffy back down on the sofa and turned towards the kitchen.
âHow about we have spaghetti for dinner?â The glee in Matthewâs voice had the stallion nodding in instant agreement but the question made it pause slightly.
âWikeâŚwed sketties ow white sketties?â Azul asked, pulling itâs tail around itâs body and hugging the fluffy, red tail.
âRed sketties of course, silly.â Matthew teased, reaching out to stroke the nervous stallionâs mane, âand besides fettuccine isnât white spaghetti, itâs fettuccine.â
âSowwy, Azuw awways fowget dat.â The stallion gave Matthew a weak smile, âAzuw guess dat sketty is gewd fow nummie times.â
âThatâs wonderful!â Matthewâs chirped and his hand slid down from the stallionâs mane to itâs chin and his eyes wandered the fluffies face for a few seconds, thumb stroking itâs cheek, before walking to the kitchen.
Matthew hummed happily as he cooked, watching the water in the pot boil and already thinking of what heâd be having for dessert. Every time he would turn around he would catch sight of Azul peering around the kitchen door frame and ducking out of sight as quickly as the little fluffy could.
When everything was done and plates were set out Matthew scooped up the little fluffy and plopped him onto the table in front of a bright pink kidâs plate, right next to where Matthewâs own plate of spaghetti sat. He settled into his chair, the legs squeaking across the tile as he pulled himself close to the table and leaned to watch the stallion as it gently nibbled itâs pasta. After a few tentative bites Azul perked up and began to gobble it down, itâs tail wagging and a happy smile growing across itâs face.
Matthew could barely focus on his own food as he watched the stallion chow down. Azul was so cute and he loved taking in every little detail of the sweet, little fluffy. The stallionâs short, round ears, itâs adorable chubby belly and the bright shiny fur that Matthew loved to rub his face against, everything about the fluffy was perfect. His knee bounced up and down in anticipation as he watched the stallion slurp up the last of the sauce coated noodles.
He couldnât even bother to finish his own meal as excitement over took him and he grabbed the fluffy off the table, spiriting it away to his room and gleefully locking the door behind them. Matthew gently settled the stallion on his bed as gazed down at him. The stallionâs tail was tucked between itâs legs and it glanced nervously up at Matthew.
âDaddeh not gonâ huwt Azuw again, wight?â It squeaked out, a tiny bit of fear lacing in itâs voice and big doe eyes stared up him, hoping Matthew would say no.
âOh, of course not.â Matthew cooed at the fluffy, âDaddy is really really sorry about last time, he just got a little carried away is all. We can just do something small this time.â He said while rubbing the fluffyâs ear in a reassuring manner.
âOtay.â Azul smiled a little brighter and leaned into itâs ownerâs hand.
Matthew pulled off his slacks and unbuttoned his shirt, balling them up and tossing them into a pile of unwashed laundry before crawling into bed with his fluffy. He sat down, leaning against the head board, before pulled Azul into his lap and enjoying the feeling of soft fur brushing against his stomach.
âWeâll just do some licking tonight.â Matthew instructed, arousal dripping from his words as he nudged Azul between his legs and pulled his underwear down, exposing his erection to the stallion.
âJust do what Daddy taught you, ok Azul?â Matthew was practically shivering with excitement as the fluffy nuzzled him, itâs soft velvety snout sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
Matthew let out a small groan as the fluffyâs tongue trailed down his shaft. He felt the fluffyâs soft mouth wrapping around him and saw the fluffy glance up at him a few times, looking for approval from Matthew. The fluffies weak gag reflex was one of his favorite things about the little creatures.
This fluffy was much more compliant and excited than some of the others Matthew had owned previously. He suspected that Azul favored stallions which made it much more easy for Matthew. No more pathetic whimpering and crying after he was done with the fluffy and occasional âwan dieâ loops.
Azul pulled away at the first taste of cum, the stallionâs face scrunching slightly at the foreign taste and the liquid now seeping into itâs chest fluff. Matthew frowned, heâd forgotten to taught Azul to swallow. He decided to forget about it for now, grabbing the fluffy and curling up with it and gently kissing itâs face.
Minutes passed as Matthew lay there, enjoying the stallions soft smell mixed with his own and tangling his fingers in itâs fur. Next they would bathe and then go watch some TV, curled up on the couch together. Sometimes Matthew would fall asleep in the living room and others heâd carry a sleepy Azul to bed and they would continue their routine the next day.
