Notes: This is based on Fluffy Urban Legends: Soon Mummah by @Ace
Fluffy Urban Legend: The Hookman
Anya and Trey had been friends since childhood.
That’s no surprise there. Now with the two now in college though in different cities, the two had plans in the future that included getting married and starting a family.
The problem is spending time apart could change a person and the city Anya is at, there are men who are more successful, wealthier, wittier and more handsome than Trey but Anya held on to Trey.
Until one afternoon, Anya returned to her apartment where Trey had shown up.
“Trey?” Anya said, surprised that her boyfriend had to travel here. But Anya saw a pet carrier and heard odd sounds that sounded like chirping. Trey sighed, “Well, this may surprise you if you haven’t seen them before.”
Trey opened the carrier door as a fluffy looking pony the size of a house cat while the foals were like hamster size.
“Hewwo Nice Wady…” The mare said nervously. Anya raised an eyebrow at the mare. “Is that a fluffy?”
Although Anya was new to the city, she didn’t expect Fluffies though she heard rumors that they are ‘accidentally’ released by PeTA and these creatures bred like rabbits in Australia. It had gotten so bad that the government had issued multiple laws including that people could disposed any fluffy that doesn’t have an owner (aka ferals) in their own ‘creative’ way.
The mare was a light brown color with cream white mane and tail and she had four foals on her back, three are beautiful natural colors and one is a light orange color like an orange lantana flower.
Days went by since Anya and Trey reunited and the introduction of Hazel and her babies which are Cookie, Peanut, Snicker and Lantana.
Hazel had a surprisingly docile personality and a good temperament, treating her babies (or babhehs) equally, making sure that they are fed well, used the litterbox properly and sleep properly in their safe room (which is usually a rec room) with a homemade nest which consists of a box and a cat bed with some torn fabrics from old clothes.
Usually, Anya would pet Hazel and the mare would coo and purr like a content cat.
It was one afternoon when Anya heard a knock on the door. The woman approached the door and look through the peephole.
Anya opened the door to a male fluffy, it’s coat a lime green color with a blonde mane.
“Dummeh Homin!!” The stallion called out, “Dis am smawty’s home nao!! wet smawty in ow get wowstest owwies!!”
Anya sighed, then called out, “Trey!! There’s some fluffy.”
Hazel heard her ‘mummah’ calling out for Trey. That’s when the Smarty called out, “Dummeh poopie mawe get wowstes’ stompies!!”
But Hazel reacted by charging at the smarty, knocking the stallion, causing him to tumble over and fall on his back.
“Eeeeeeeee!!!” The smarty screech as the loss of balance had dislocated his back leg. Anya quickly grabbed the smarty and shoved it into the pet carrier.
“Hazel, are you okay?” Anya asked and Hazel nodded then asked, “Can 'ou gib that mean smawty foweba sweepies?”
Anya raised an eyebrow by Hazel’s request as she stared at the crying smarty.
Lovers Lane.
It’s one of the secluded areas where people go make out but Anya and Trey drove there to drop the smarty off.
They decided to neuter and void the fluffy’s bowels beforehand. It was quite easy with fooling the damn Smarty.
The radio was playing some song until it was interrupted with a news report, “Sorry for this interruption but we have a breaking news report about a bus carrying mental patients from Smith Grove Sanitarium to Manteno State Hospital has crashed and one of the patients, a 35 year old man with a hook prosthetic is on the loose and may be extremely dangerous.”
The Smarty had woke up, now pissed off as he yelled, “Get sowwy poopies, dummeh!!” although his bowels had been voided.
Trey kicked the Smarty as it went flying. It let out a screech as the fluffy pony hit the ground with a thud.
“Is that really necessary?” Anya asked as Trey muttered, “I rather had that smarty die than let it breed.”
When the smarty regained consciousness, he realized that it was dark. Too dark, the smarty grunted. Those dummeh hooman dare left him there. Maybe he could find a herd and perhaps, a special friend and lots of babies, unaware that his lumps are gone.
After a few hours of trotting, though difficult due to his healing dislocated leg, when the smarty found a herd but something was off. They are laying there but when he looked closer, he froze.
They are all dead, boo-boo juice everywhere, dead foals and the one who is responsible for it.
It was a man, dressed in a white jumpsuit that splattered with blood, eating a stallion, usually spitting out some fluff out of his mouth.
“Screeeeeeee!!!” The smarty screamed, which caught the attention of the man, who turned around. One of his hand (his left hand to be exact) was gone, replaced with a prosthetic arm with a nasty looking large hook.
The Smarty ran but somehow, the bad man caught up to him, grabbing the stallion by its yellow mane as the ‘monster homin’ carried away from the scene of carnage and the dead fluffies.
The smarty tried to break free but the hook man used a hand to slam the smarty fluffy to a tree, breaking several teeth in the process.
Anya nearly puked her guts out when she saw multiple dead Fluffies. Some had their heads crushed in, some are probably stepped on and some had bite marks like someone was eating them.
She looked around the bloodbath and looked at a mare whose body was torn in two, probably crushed. Then she heard loud distressed chirping.
It was a chirpy foal, probably hours old, trying to nurse from its dead mother. Anya slowly picked up the foal, a small black furred chirpy. The foal chirped before snuggling into Anya’s hand. Thankfully, it wasn’t unharmed unlike its mother, a lovely light lavender pink dam. Anya’s eyes trailed to the tracks, a mix of footprints and… tire tracks?
Looking up, Anya saw a white bus that hit a tree with some patients wandering around like lost children.
Anya quickly ran to the car as Trey looked at her with concern.
“The bus!!” Anya screamed, “It probably ran over those fluffies and…”
“Smawty am gud fwuffy!!!” The smarty screeched from fear as the Hook Man carried the smarty toward a car.
Those dummeh homins are in those Metaw Munstah. The smarty realized that what is happening.
The man loosened the straps on his prosthetic, thrust it over the car door’s handle, the hook facing forward.
Without a second glance, the man impaled the smarty fluffy in the chest, the fluffy let out a sharp and painful gasp like its breath is thrusted out of its small body. Blood spurt out like a fountain, staining the silver metal hook in red.
Despite everything, the smarty is barely alive. The man cocked his head to one side before using his hand to shove the smarty deeper into the hook, killing it.
Suddenly, as if one cue, the car sped off with the dead smarty still impaled on the hook.
Hazel was resting as her babies were in a small fluffpile when the door open. Anya and Trey returned home with a baby.
“Hazel.” Anya spoke, “We had a new family member.”
Hazel looked up, curious as Anya laid a black fur Fluffy foal against Hazel’s teat. The foal sniffed the air, crawled and began to nurse hungrily. “Mummah? whewe did find dah babbeh?” Hazel asked.
“Well.” Anya spoke, “He was the only survivor since his herd was…” she gulped, “The herd had taken forever sleepies.”
Hazel made a small frown then asked, “Su, what am ‘ou goin’ to name dah new babbeh, mummah?”
Anya thought about it, looking at the little black foal and said, “Bruce.”
Hazel replied, “Bwuce am gud name fo’ hazew’s new babbeh.” as the little black foal Bruce was full of his new mummah’s milk as Hazel gave Bruce some lickie-cleanies to get rid of any birth juices.
Trey smiled, watching the successful adoption. “Maybe I should call Andrew about this.”
But there’s a knock on the door, but instead of some feral Fluffy who wanted a warm house and food, it was Anya’s neighbor.
“Hey, Anya…” The neighbor spoke, “I noticed something about your boyfriend’s car…”
Trey quickly ran to his car and to his shock, there’s a hook that is secured on the car handle, bloodied with a dead body of the smarty fluffy who is now limp and lifeless.