FV-0446's Housie-Friend Toy: Part 2 (idea by CyclopsBurger, story by fluffysomething)

You are Dr. Harriet Roseman, and you have a brand new idea for a housie-friend toy for FV-0446 since the last one died. First, you’ll need some fluffies.


“Wai take Bubbagum pwetty fwuff? Huu-huu!” One of the fluffies cries, hiding its face with its hooves.

“Gib Smawty fwuff bac’ nyow ow git wowstest sowwy-hoofies!” Another one demands, hitting the back of your leg with its hooves.

“Jus wittle babbeh! Wai take mummah an’ bestest babbeh’s fwuff?” Yet another one sobs, trying to dance to get its baby back.

“Shut up, shitrats! Your fluff is all going to a good cause.” You yell, making all of the fluffies shit themselves in fear.

“Wha’ gud cause wequiwes Bubbagum tu wose bestest, pwetty fwuff?” Bubblegum shouts, earning a flick on the nose.

“The very good cause that is helping a very large and now very upset little virus that wants a “housie-friend” toy. Am I clear?” You exact, picking up all the fluff and putting it into a bag.

“Huu-huu… Meanie wady gib smeww-pwace huwties…” Bubblegum sniffs, holding her nose.


Now, you needed fabric. Lots of it. Where were you going to get that? Surprisingly, at a Fluff-Mart.


“Yes, we do sell fluffy sensory fabric here. It’s over there by the bin.” Someone pointed to a small rack of large, differently-colored fabric rectangles.

“I’ll buy three of these ones. For research purposes, of course.” You mutter, giving the cashier your money and them giving you the fabric in a bag.


Now, you just needed a sound system to make it even more realistic. Meaning, one fluffy had a device on its chest to record heartbeats and the other one had to talk into a microphone.


“Fwuffy nu wan say aneefing!” One of the fluffies yelled, getting slapped by you.

“Huuuu-huuu… Fine, meanie wady. Fwuffy wub pway su much, wub fwiends!” It corrects itself, sniffling as it speaks.

“Good. That’s not all, we need more lines. Plus, no baby or special-friend shit. FV-0446 is made up of partial fluffy genetics, meaning it might just want one or both of those things.” You sigh, giving the fluffy a treat.

“Wub pway! Wub ebewyfing!” It continues, clapping its hands as you tell it to say more lines.


You were all done with your materials, now you just needed to bring them together.


“And this… and that… And, done! FV-0446, guess what I brought for you!” You say, sewing the last stitch on FV-0446’s housie-friend toy.

“Wha? Oooh! Am fo’ Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks? Housie-fwiend!” It shouts happily, running across the floor with its small pseudo-legs.

“And, here’s the big surprise.” You say, inserting FV-0446 into the stuffed toy’s mouth.

“Eff-vee-zewo-fouw-fouw-siks can fit in housie-fwiend’s moufie 'gain! Wub mom-mee!” It squeals and tries to hug you before climbing into the toy’s mouth.

You’ve really done it. You’ve spoiled a talking, walking, enlarged and sentient virus. And, you honestly couldn’t be any happier.

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Because the fur was harvested from lots of fluffies…is the housie-friend toy a parchwork of colors? That’d be pretty cute!

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