This is a short one but I hope you enjoy anyways
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Diane had adopted her new fluffy for one reason: Content. Flufftube was really taking off and it was incredibly easy to get a ton of viewers and even a lucrative career by just making videos with the little idiots and she just had to get into it.
Her new fluffy was named Lucy, a cute purple and pink mare picked up from the shelter who absolutely loved all the small things Diane had given her. The safe room was little more than a converted closet with a littertray, basic bed, and like two toys but Lucy was more than happy with it.
âWub âou nyu mummah. Dank yew su much âfo habin Wucy.â The mare always gave her leg a hug and gentle cheek rubbings because she honestly had nothing but love for the one who had brought her out of the scary shelter where all the fluffies were mean.
What kind of content did Diane try to get? Well, just about anything. Playing with toys, visiting the local fluffmart, daily blogs, inspirational stuff. A gamut of shitty videos nobody really had an incentive to watch and it showed in the views: There were rarely any. The one exception was a small flicker of engagement and views from a single video where Lucy had been served three different kinds of kibble from Fluffmart and told to rate them. Nobody cared for the ratings, but they sure seemed to love seeing her eat.
âHere you go, Lucy! This is all for you!â The first real shift to this content saw Lucy presented with a big-ass plate of skettis. To a shelter fluff, Hell any fluffy this was like the gates of Heaven had just opened up.
âAw âfo Wucy mummah?â Her eyes sparkled, diving down to gobble up noodles and sauce. All sorts of it was smeared over her face in no time. she actually stood in the middle of it and pranced her hooves in a circle, gobbling all of it as she spun around cutely. It had been finished in no time and to say the video had done well was an understatement. Somehow it had gotten to the front page!
So this just spurred more and more content in a similar vein. The portions got larger and so did Lacy.
One day the chubby mare found herself presented with a ton of hamburgers, a bucket of fries, several water bowls which had been filled with fizzy cola instead.
âMummah, Wucy nu am wan nummies.â She said. Honestly thatâs all she ever did lately. The other night sheâd eaten so much her jaw had gotten tired.
âOh? Youâre being an ungrateful brat after I took you out of that mean shelter? This is how you treat someone who gives you everything and more?â Diane crossed her arms, glaring down to the fluffy. Lucy got all teary-eyed, not wanting to give her owner any heawt-huwties. Stooping down to the feast laid out, Lucy began tearing apart hamburgers and sucking french fries into her mouth, taking brief moments of respite to lap cola out of the bowls.
âMummah. Tummy nu feew pwetties.â Lacy tried to tell her, sitting down and looking at the remainder of the food. Diane paused the camera and brought out her newest toy from Fluffmart: A new brand of Sorry-Stick that left vicious bruising under the fur but didnât harm anything above. It was for those who were self-conscious about having to punish their pets. âOh. My. God. What an ungrateful bitch. Here.â Diane whipped the new sorry-stick down and smacked her all over the rear with the tip which had a small smooth chunk of metal. Screeching and rolling against the food, trying to cower away, Lucy cried and got a bunch of french fries stuck in her fur.
âWUCY SOWWY MUMMAH! SU SOWWY! DUN WAN BE BAD FWUFFY!â She felt the wowstest of heart-huwties too because of how much distress she was putting her mummah in. This was a lot of nummies and it obviously meant a lot. Diane waited a few minutes for her crying to subside before resuming the video, only satisfied with the results once everything was gone. The fluffy was left to pant on the floor afterwards, completely unable to move for fear of getting sick. Who knew how mad mummah would be then.
As the videos continued, Lucy only got fatter and fatter. At first it wasnât too badâŚa bit of difficult standing up for too long but she could still have fun with her toys and even do dancies when FluffTV was on with fun music. Somewhere between a five gallon bucket filled with lo mein and a sponsored video containing a âpirates treasure chestâ containing nothing but fries and battered fish fillets, she become almost incapable of moving. The fluff had been resigned to a cart lined with pillows and pushed around instead of having to move. A stink clung like a cloud to her because of obese she was and basically unwashed. Bugs lived deep in her fur which had been littered with so many small pieces of food, constantly itching yet completely unable to do anything about it as her flesh was a free buffet for any creepy-crawly.
âMuâŚmuaâŚâ She croaked out, a trickle of fluid dripping past her ballooned lips. The fluffy had been subjected to many sugary treats and even without it, had been throwing up so often that her teeth had practically been destroyed. They were brown and worn down, rotting away and stinking like infection.
âNu, nu feew pwetty. Mumma pwease. Hewp Wacy.â The fluffy had completely lost control of her bowels. There was a bucket behind her constantly being filled with a slurry of greasy stool, though viewers wouldnât be seeing that. Diane only had to wipe the vomit away from Lucyâs many fat rolls before a video began. Lucy had her owner glare down from above but it was getting hard to even see her. The bugs crawling around and the poor hygiene constantly left her eyes bleary and red, vision clouded by a constant veil of tears.
âShut the Hell up, brat. Youâve got a deli meat party platter to get through. If you donât, Iâll be taking away your TV.â
So Lacy had another day of eating an impossible amount of food constantly shoved in front of her. Salty deli meats and slices of cheese were gobbled up because she didnât want to lose Teebee. It was the only thing that brought her joy anymore since she couldnât move around and play with toys or go outside to be with other fluffies.
âHuuuâŚwan babbehsâŚâ The globe-like mare would say after being wheeled back to her closet. Watching âHappy Mummahsâ on teebee was one of her favorite things ever. It would be so nice if she could be a mummah too. Imagine the good miwkies that she could make after having all the nummies. Maybe that would make it all worth it. Shrouded in the darkness which was lit only by the small screen of the portable television, it was a pleasant dream to try and make her brain escape from the stink and the insects feasting on her flesh.
The next day after being wheeled out, Lucy looked up to her mummah expectantly.
âMummahâŚWacy wan babbehs. Pwease. Mummah, Wacy am gud mawe.â A hopeful smile, showing off the horrible graveyard of teeth in her mouth. Diane began to laugh.
âYou? Have babies? Youâre a freak! No stallion would touch you. Not even the ones who rape corpses in alleyways. Theyâd sooner stick their no-no sticks in pricker bushes. Youâre hideous. Ugly!â
Lucy began to blubber in defense of herself. âWucy nu am ugwyâŚWucy pwetty maweâŚâ Well, Diane had been planning for this day. All mares eventually wanted babies. Itâs just how they were. Lucy had never actually gotten to look at herself in the mirror for awhile: There was a tall one in the bathroom but itâs not like she could get in there on her wagon.
So Diane brought the mirror out of the bathroom and set it down in front of the fluffy. At first she couldnât even understand what was looking back at her. Something so fat that it spilled out of the wagon it was placed onto. Any semblance of a neck had disappeared: Her filth encrusted face simply seemed to sprout of from the body. Legs which looked far too small simply sticking out limply and flatly. Her tongue constantly hung out the corner of her mouth like a fat wet slug and her eyes were like beady black beetles almost completely conquered by encroaching fluff-covered fat folds.
âM-MunstahâŚMunstahâŚ.!â Lacy sobbed and tried to work her limbs, but they were far past the point of being usable. Diane gripped her head and forced her to look into the mirror at what she had become.
âOh, sweetheart. Thatâs all you! Understand now? Youâll never have a special friend. If a foal ever got a look at you they would scream.â
The fluffy was forced to stare a minute longer. A good long look so she wouldnât soon forget. Hope? What was hope? The only thing for her now were nummies.