Clint and Donna enjoyed a afternoon walk, something Clint had promised to do as he was trying to lose weight. Donna just enjoyed the peace and silence… They decided to walk along City-Park, the usual Fluffy-Safe park Clint had frequented before.
As the two love-birds walked along the sidewalk, Donna suddenly stopped and turned to the nearby Park. As Clint turned to look at the problem, they soon both saw it.
A feral mare… Alone, covered in dirt, blood… A small chirping foal on it’s back.
Donna rushed over to it, with Clint close behind. As the two ran over, the mother fell to the grass, her foal bouncing off of her and landing into the dew covered cushion. Once close enough, Donna inspected the Mare, Clint simply attended to the weakly peeping Foal… A Filly Pegasus, It’s mother was a White Alicorn, with a Blue mane… Heavily scared and hurt, even missing a wing.
As Donna tried to resuscitate the Mare, Clint looked over the Filly. It was a chirpie, with a Light Brown coat and a Faded Orange mane. As Clint held it in his mighty arms, the foal peeped, hungry and afraid.
Donna stopped, and looked to Clint, a sad look to her face… With a shake of her head, it was decided the Mare was gone.
Donna took the Foal from Clint, gently held it up in her arms.
“What should we do with it?” Clint asked, letting the Filly play with it’s finger while Donna held it. “Well… I could bring it to the Mill… Give it a chance at a happy life… Maybe even give it a chance at a n-… Sug… Look at it’s hooves… Those are hearts! Sug this Filly came from a direct line from the original Fluffies! Like the ones that got released way back when!” Donna said, happily bouncing the foal around in her arms. “Sug she’s got patterned hooves, if we can get some foals with better colors, we can have a line of Gen 1 Fluffy decedents sold at the store! They’ll sell like hotcakes!”
As Clint looked down at the Foal, he chuckled at the idea… “Should we give her a name? What should we do with the mother?” Donna chuckled at Clint’s question. “Sug, she’s gone. Nothing we can do, cept be responsible for the loitering fine we get for staying here. Let’s get this little missy back home, clean her up, then I’ll take it from their, okay?”
With a nod from Clint, the two made their way home, stopping by a grocery store along the way, where the two noticed she had an uncanny resemblance to the Onions sold in the produce isle. And so, Onion was taken back home, cleaned, fed, and taken to Donna’s for some pre-mill checks.
While the two were now married, moving takes some time, so Donna’s house looked like a box infested hell, nevertheless, She was preparing food for herself, Snowflake, and little Onion.
With a plate of Kibble in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, she made her way over to the small Safe-Room and set the plate down, Snowflake bounded happily over to her mummah and thanked her for the meal, gorging her face into the soft and delicious kibble. As Snowflake ate, Donna sat down and gently coddled Onion, who was still too small to eat alone qw. “Pretty soon, you’ll have new friends… And even bigger safe-room… And we get to stay with our new Daddy… Don’t that sound great girls?”
As Donna removed the bottle from Onion’s mouth, a small pop came out, and was followed by a happy and warm peep. Snowflake came over and curled up next to Donna. “Nu can wai’ tu stay wiff Daddeh Cwint…”
“Me neither Snowflake… Me neither…” Donna says while getting up from the Safe-Room, to Snowflake’s disliking. As Donna set Onion down back on her bed, she left and made her way to the bedroom.
Sitting on her bed was two large stuffed Fluffies, both with collars on… A Pastel Blue Alicorn with a collar that read: Sky… And a Salmon Unicorn with a collar that red: Meemaw… Both with sewn smiles, and Buttons for eyes.
Donna smiled as she remembered the day she met these two… A Happy Family… A Father, the Alicorn, and a Mother, the Unicorn… Both expecting foals any day after Donna had adopted them… Donna couldn’t say no to them… So she just simply drugged Meemaw and skinned her.
Sky was a bit harder to handle, he was smarter and, thru the grief, believed that Donna ate Meemaw, which was not even close to the truth, as Donna chopped her skinless body into Sky’s kibble. She remembered Sky and Meemaw gloating over how they died for being poopie-stupid-monters…
Snowflake was different… Onion was different… Clint’s Fluffies were damn near perfect…
It was the stupid ass adult Fluffies that deserved it… A mother who couldn’t love her own kids… A father who despised his young, just for the fact they were anything like him… Those two were confusing…
But now they are happy…
Donna hoped Clint wouldn’t mind Sky and Meemaw coming with them…
Eh, he probably wouldn’t
Donna parked her car, grabbing the carry-box that held Onion, who peeped happy as he snuggled into the faux fluff that walled the box’s insides.
Donna clocked in, and made her way to her office…
To her right was a CCTV Footage area with ever room and pen available
To her right, was a taxidermy stand, a Family of Fluffies, all pristine and happy. Three foals, a mother and a father. All Alicorns… All with large lacerations on their backs…
Donna admired her handiwork for a moment. A plaque underneath the family could be seen, made of of bronze.
‘Winston and Maybelle, the loving parents of Chunk, Chad, and Marry. 20XX-20XX’
As Donna made her way from the stuffed family, she sat down at the computer and zeroed in on Onion’s room, the Happy foal had already been welcomed by the other Chirpy foals, and was now suckling onto a gagged and milk-bagged mare. The mare sang happily as Onion chirped and snuggled into the Mare’s Fluff, causing both her and Donna to audibly ‘Aww…’ Out loud.
Donna took a sip of her Coffee and smiled.
“Onion’s gonna be a great little Fluffy one day…”
keep those widdle poopie babies safe from meanies