Fluffy Mountain Correctional Center officially announced its opening a couple of weeks ago, and has already become quite popular in San Francisco. The rehabilitation program for Fluffy included multiple lessons devoted to everything - how to be a good mummah, obey daddy or mommy, perfectly obey the sorry wand, and so on, but most often the teachers eliminated their terrible behavior. Fluffy’s owners, clearly concerned about the behavior of their pets, benefit from this - they choose an approximate “course” according to which Fluffy will be rehabilitated, and pay for it. But their pets return completely rehabilitated and, most importantly, disciplined.
The center building itself was located in a relatively safe suburb of San Francisco, and not far from the forest. It was something similar to a mental hospital, but more compact. It was fenced with a fairly high fence, which was understandable, because on the territory of the center there was a backyard for Fluffy, where the assholes could frolic, because even under the supervision of sensitive teachers, any of someone’s pets could escape.
Monday, January 15th. Morning. Time to rise. A teacher named Keith enters the common safe room in which all the Fluffies are sleeping - at first he assessed the presence of all the “prisoners” by eye, and after making sure that no one had escaped, he screamed.
“LET’S GO UP!”
The result was not long in coming. All Fluffy was alarmed. They were all kept in one safe room, regardless of age - here the child and the adult were equal to each other.
“hu-hu-huuu… meanie daddeh? fwuffy nu wan wake up su eawly…” said one of the assholes.
“Keeping a routine is the most important thing for you. If you return home, you’ll sleep until you’re blue in the face…” Keith answered apathetically.
Soon, in a small crowd, all the Fluffies went to the room opposite the safe room - the dining room, or as the Fluffies called it - “nummie-woom”. The diet of the reformed Fluffys was not very varied - they were served cheap pasta wrapped in tubes. Although it was the same pasta, Fluffy demanded real, long and tasty spaghetti, to which they were answered with an affirmative refusal. Also, they sometimes choked on broccoli - like American children, they reacted negatively to it.
Fluffy started eating. One of those who refused to eat was Trevor. Trevor is a dark green unicorn stallion who has gained a reputation as a smartie in local circles. And it was so - he received sparkling pleasure from how stupid Fluffy surrendered to their herd instinct, and could not deny Trevor any of his whims. And the fact that he was an authority was clear from just one glance - his bowl was overflowing. Extremely crowded. Arguing his gluttony with the mantra “Smawty nee nummies.” No one tried to contradict him, although they could.
After finishing breakfast, Fluffy had free time, and Trevor decided to spend it usefully - he wanted to remove all the weeds from his territory. He was always next to his gang, who could wash the face of any Fluffy only on Trevor’s orders. The victim of the purge turned out to be a simple mare named Jacqueline.
Jacqueline had a baby, which was absolutely allowed. But due to the constant regime, she had the opportunity to feed the baby milk and so on only in her free time, which is what she was doing now. The incessant cooing was diluted by the voice of Trevor and his companions. Soon, they all met face to face.
“Wha Trewah nee?” - Jacqueline said timidly and tensely.
“Dummeh Jacwyn, why hab babbeh? babbeh nee eat nummies in nummie-woom, not fwom miwkie-pwace.” - Trevor approved.
“Buh… Babbeh nee miwkies to be big and stwong! nummie-woom hab bah sketties, babbeh nu wan.” - Jacqueline answered
“Dummeh! Hab huwties!” - Trevor attacked Jacqueline, trying to pierce her body with his horn, and his comrades followed his example.
The foal, stunned by the attack on its mother, fell to the ground, resulting in a slight nosebleed - “Nuuu!”
Soon, one of the teachers, Edward, reacted to the brawl.
“You filthy filth,” Ed broke up the fight by throwing Trevor aside and grabbing him by the scruff of the neck.
“Meanie hoomin, Trewah nu nee upsies! dwop Trewah!” - Trevor shouted.
“Know your place, you little… furball!” - Edward took Trevor in his arms and carried him to the isolation ward.
“Isolation room” meant a smaller version of a safe room, but without toys and friends. Only Fluffy is alone with himself. That’s where Trevor ended up, and, however, he stayed there for literally 3 hours. But for Trevor, these hours dragged on for years. Perhaps he could have reconsidered his entire life, known Nirvana, embraced Buddhism and finally ascended beyond the Dalai Lama, if not for his meager intellect. But he decided to go against social norms - bypassing the nearby litterbox, he shit on the floor. Perhaps this is a kind of spiritual enlightenment, only for Fluffy?
Soon, after the above 3 hours, Edward re-enters the isolation ward, and releases Trevor into the corridor, to the rest of Fluffy.
1 PM. Fluffys go for a walk in their compact yard, being under constant supervision from teachers. Usually there wasn’t much angst going on during this time, but Trevor could always find adventures to kick ass. I hasten to introduce you to another hero - a yellow stallion named Gertrude. And she is a truly strong woman. Being the owner of a strong, strong-willed character, she made it her duty to protect other fluffy kids against the tyranny of certain individuals, which included Trevor. Expecting another miscarriage on his part, Gertrude sat in the sandbox and watched carefully. But as soon as he arrived on the back patio, he began chanting:
“MEANIE DADDEHS AND MUMMAHS GIB FWUFFYS WOWSTEST HUWTIES! MEANIE DADDEHS AND MUMMAHS GIB FWUFFYS BAH SKETTIES! MEANIE DADDEHS AND MUMMAHS NU GIB FWUFFIES WUB AND HUGGIES!” - similar sayings sounded from Trevor’s lips. Crowds of Fluffy gathered around him, and, as expected, listened carefully and agreed. The teachers did not pay attention, because they believed that the assholes were again starting some kind of stupid game. And a whole revolution was being prepared nearby - having realized the imperfection of the “Fluffy Mountain” system, he decides to start a rebellion. In his “debate”, Trevor touched on everything from the tasteless sketti to the problem of smelly poop in the safe room. He won the hearts of many furry people with his ideology. And they agreed on one thing - it was time to leave here.
“Fwuffys nu wan meanie daddehs and mummahs! Fwuffys wan good daddehs and mummahs back!” - this phrase ended the conference, because now the entire horde of Fluffy politicians had to go to lunch. Gertrude was wary, but followed the rest of the crowd.
Lunch was ordinary. Pasta now came with broccoli, which undoubtedly angered Fluffy of all stripes. But their revolutionary sentiments faltered, and at such a convenient moment to set their terms, they only silently choked. Everyone except Trevor.
“Dummeh hoomins! Nummies is vewy-vewy bah! nu wan!” - he shouted towards one of the teachers, who was a young girl of about 20 years old named Emma.
“Shut up. You’re going to eat what they give you, and what are you going to do about it?” - she said with some mockery towards Trevor.
“Trewah nu wan obey dummeh hoomin! hab sowwy-poopies!” - Trevor was about to turn around and take the position necessary for the stinking attack, but he suddenly received a kick in the ass. Although it would be a stretch to call it a kick. Emma moved it slightly. But Trevor considered this a sharp violation of his rights, and again ran into the crowd to express his thoughts.
Every Fluffy now respected Trevor. Not at all because of his smartass syndrome, but because of how iron he is that he can resist the will of the “educators”. He became the leader of the Fluffy Mountain revolution, and now every Fluffy who wanted change, tasty yums and a litter room setup could follow Trevor. Everyone except Jacqueline.
While Trevor was chanting, Jacqueline literally had a tragedy. Her baby is missing, damn it! The unfortunate mother searched in vain for him throughout the dining room, but not a single squeak was heard from the little ball of fur. Jacqueline fell into hysterics, she cried her heart out and quietly squeaked “whewe babbeh?.. babbeh nee huggies fwom mummah…”. Her hysteria was noticed by one of the teachers, the above-described Edward.
“Hey Jacqueline girl, what’s wrong?” - he asked compassionately, squatting next to her. Unlike many other educators, he really loved fluffy and treated them with understanding.
“Hu-hu-huu… hu-hu-huuuu, whewe babbeh? mummah nee to feed babbeh nummie miwkies! pwease, daddeh… PWEEEEASE DADDEEEEH” - she almost screamed without stopping crying. Actually, this is why she ended up in “Fluffy Mountain” - she had problems expressing emotions.
“Oh, your baby is lost… Well… I think we’ll go look for him,” Edward sighed and took Jacqueline in his arms. She was quite fat, like any fluffy, and therefore heavy, but he couldn’t allow her to get lost. After all, this is the private property of its owner.
The free time before bed was not particularly eventful. Fluffy, forgetting about Trevor for a while, went to the “gamesie-woom”, or, more simply, the game room. Every Fluffy here loved this room more than his own life - unfortunately, as befits marginalized individuals with the intelligence of a 3-year-old child, they began to divide them among themselves. And people like Trevor and Gertrude had the most toys. If we talk more about the second, then she had a very difficult past, namely, life with a fluffy abuser, from whom she ran away. However, completely by accident, thanks to the caring acquaintances of her previous owner. But her character was quite violent, and she went straight to Fluffy Mountain. Once here, she took up nothing more than protecting babies who did not have a mother. She fed them with her milk, cheering them up with phrases like “Gertwude wuv babbehs wevy-wevy!” And of course, how without the encouraging song “Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah!” Taking advantage of the trust, she easily monopolized the toys belonging to the babies saved from the fate of being crushed by huge stallions or mares. And while the rest of the fluffies were playing, two local authorities met.
“Hewwo, Gertwude.” - Trevor greeted.
“Hewwo.” - Gertrude answered him laconically.
“Why Gertwude hab so many toys? gib toys fo Trewah.”
“Otay, Trewah, Gertwude can gib yo toysie.”
“…Otay!” - Trevor agreed with this proposal.
Shock. All the flaffies who saw this were in a state of ambiguity. This never happened - did Trevor actually agree to someone’s terms? Can Trevor really not be so cocky for a minute? They might have taken this as a sign that their leader was weak, but no. They had full confidence in his influence over them, and now something more was about to happen. They decided to escape.
Time to sleep. While, under the supervision of one part of the teachers, all the Fluffies went to a safe room, others had a cultural rest. Although they rather did not rest, but got drunk. It was Keith’s birthday, and in order to celebrate it culturally, they gathered in the staff break room while Fluffy had curfew. Only Jacqueline did not go to bed, because the search for her baby continued and was in vain.
Edward searched every corner of the building while a helpless Jacqueline slowly followed him, throwing her tears onto the floor. Every minute it sounded the same.
“Daddeh find babbeh?.. Mummah nee babbeh… Hu-hu-huu…”
Edward’s eye begins to twitch from Jacqueline’s constant squeaking. Although he loved Fluffy, he wanted to throw this bag of shit against the wall and leave the missing kid to his fate. But he wouldn’t do that. He is kind, but not very good at heart…
Meanwhile, in the safe room, a possible escape was already being prepared. Fluffy, of course, could not have planned any plan. They figured that they could simply run in a random direction along the corridors of the complex, and they would end up in the homes of their owners. Noo… Everything was a little more complicated. Usually, the teachers didn’t lock the doors to the safe room; fluffy couldn’t open the door. But to pile on?
Trevor inspired his relatives. “Fwuffys gonna hab best nummies and sketties and huggies!”, to which the rest of Fluffy responded extremely positively. When the teachers were already drinking hard in the break room, not fearing for the fate of the fluffy, they gathered at the door. As if people had encountered an unknown alien device, the first thing they did was persuade.
“Dummeh thingie! wet fwuffys go!” - Trevor was indignant, trying with all his persuasion to open this damn door. But it’s all useless. Then all the Fluffys pressed themselves against the door, trying to open it. However, the door was stronger than the soft furry misfits, and the next attempts continued with quiet squeaking in the spirit of “Huwties…”… The door opened. With a long creak, it opened. It looks like they should replace those damn doors, but no matter - there’s another one on the way.
Jacqueline stood alone at the emergency exit to the street, waiting for the notorious baby Edward to scour the area. He searched everything - the sandbox, the slide, the makeshift bench for fluffy, ANYWHERE! Suddenly, as if from the shadows, Emma appears - Edward’s old friend, by the way.
“Hey, dude… Are you there hic how… Are you coming to us hic?” - Emma seriously reeked of fumes.
“Not before that… Hey, what did you drink?!” - Edward got angry. He’s had bad experiences with drunk people in his life, especially considering his father is a drunk.
“Well hic come with us… hic know… you know… I brought condoms with me… hic… - Emma did not listen to Ed’s opinion and immediately pulled him into the building.
“Hey, don’t over-” Edward managed to slam the door, but not close it. The door to the street remained open.
“Cowdies! NUUUU WAAAAAAN!!! WAN BABBEEEH!!!” - Jacqueline yelled at the open door, which was heard by Fluffy who was already approaching the door.
Victory - Trevor counted. An open door that leads to the street. This, of course, is not Fluffy’s dreams of how they will go straight home, but that’s okay too. Jacqueline, seeing a huge crowd of flaffies walking in her direction, almost shit herself and decided to ask a logical question:
“Wha fwuffys doin here?”
“Fwuffys gonna hab wowstest nummies and warmie housies!” - said Trevor, and the rest of the fluffies nodded.
“Wh…” - Jacqueline wanted to ask a question, but it was too late - Fluffy rushed into the street, and Jacqueline, who panicked, did the same. The door led into a small hallway with two arches - one leading to the backyard, the other used as an emergency exit. A banal thought clicked in Fluffy’s head: if during their stay here they could not leave the back yard, then another door leads to their warm houses? That’s where they went.
Fluffy on the street. The escape! - a huge crowd of Fluffy rushed towards the forest, behind Trevor. Of course, they had questions like “whewe warmie housie?”, but no one dared to contradict Trevor - no matter how funny it may sound, during the day everyone was completely convinced of his authority. Fluffy ran straight to the black driving along the road - it was late, so there were few cars. But Fluffies are slow. Therefore, the only person at that time driving along the road next to “Fluffy Mountain” saw a huge amount of Fluffy on his way. Fortunately or unfortunately, none of the fluffies were hurt. The Fluffies found themselves practically in the forest… And they reacted to this accordingly. The fluffies stopped at the stump and began to become demoralized - some were roaring, some were furiously shitting, some had already gone into the forest to look for daddy and mommy. Trevor couldn’t do anything anymore, so he just started giving orders. However, Fluffy was in a dismoral state and the only thing they could do was instinctively begin to build themselves a new home, piece by piece from all sorts of crap, because the instinct to collect toys was present in them from birth.
As time went. Closer to that time, Fluffy discovered fox holes - they do not live in the San Francisco Bay area, but a halo of their habitat surrounds it, so it is quite possible that this place was simply abandoned by them. It was there that Fluffy settled, “strengthening” him as absurdly as possible with various crap, like leaves or sticks. Fluffy had no feeling that they could collapse at any moment. The authorities of the mountain occupied various positions - Gertrude was responsible for the kids as before, but Trevor.
Trevor clearly should not have been given such power. Since his recent escape, he began to rapidly gain weight. Why? He considered himself the king of the world, and did nothing - he sat still, grumbled, walked around and ate a damn lot, slurping disgustingly and eating, it seemed, half of the reserves of the newly created flock. It had a not-so-modest rule - “get food yourself, only smarties eat common supplies.” And this little shit really wasn’t afraid to devour the whole flock like that, to which he had recently been indoctrinating ideas about freedom from evil people.
There was also Jacqueline. Who did Jacqueline become? Trevor’s special friend. Although, more like a sex pillow. He could fuck her whenever he wanted, anywhere - almost every hole in Jacqueline’s body was subjected to constant torture through sexual intercourse.
Even more time has passed. Trevor now looked like a bun - he had already forgotten how to walk normally and barely every day he leaned on Jacqueline to rape her. Fluffy began to get sick - eating all sorts of things, like garbage and their own shit, their stomachs turned into pieces of meat. They became as thin as possible - anyone could see their ribs with the naked eye. Nora fell into even greater decline. Babies died from illnesses at an early age, which did not suit Gertrude, who was responsible for them - she began to rely on her power, in particular, to take babies from their parents in order to care for them. She had a kind of Munchausen Syndrome - she liked the feeling of how she “helped” the kids, but for the sake of feeling her own importance, she was ready to do anything, including killing the baby’s parents thanks to Trevor’s company.
Gertrude went into one of the holes, which belonged entirely to Trevor. It was a spacious room, in the center of which there was a huge pile of leaves and other things - it served as Trevor’s bed, and he only got up from it to lean on Jacqueline.
Gertrude saw something she did not expect. Trevor looked at her with his bottomless eyes, groaning hoarsely.
“Trewah? Nee nummies?” - she asked squeaky. But Trevor didn’t answer. Next to him lay Jacqueline - she was covered in blood, shit and other waste products.
Trevor began spewing saliva and foaming at the mouth. He fell onto his side, groaning loudly and pitifully, trying to squeeze the tears out of his eyes. This asshole was dying of obesity, his heart could not stand it. Gertrude still could not understand what was happening to him. But fate befell him - he soon lay down dead, everything around was covered in blood and foam. Gertrude has already reacted to this - “SCREEEEEE!!! BO-BO-JUICY!!! TREWAH HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES!!! SCAWY!!” Gertrude ran out of the hole. Jacqueline looked at Trevor’s dead body. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t anymore. She barely stood up, and at the same moment fell. She had no strength.
What’s the moral of this story? Don’t follow narcissistic assholes, please. You guys are already nasty, but this will get you into even more trouble.
