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Fluffy Runner: Goliath and Shitbug
The coveralls and mask were hot as tits, but Sandra have to admit they were a necessity when dealing with fluffy ponies. She was ecstatic to have gotten a paid internship with Fluffy Runner over the summer. The intention was to get some behind the camera experience for her media degree, but all she had been doing is wiping blood and shit off lenses.
Sandra’s bosses didn’t believe in down time so she worked as a grunt until they called her to help with real cameras. Today she was sorting the loads of incoming fluffies. She thanked god that she wasn’t one of the guys unloading the collection trucks. Every fluffy found on the city was simply thrown into the back. Any fluffy that didn’t die from the heat was covered in shit and piss.
They did their best to collect any collared or chipped fluffies and send whatever was left back to the owner. The rest were counted and cleaned and set aside for filming. The swollen dams or mares with foals were sent to a different cleaning area. She smiled as she thought of the mare challenges Fluffy Runner produced. They always reminded Sandra of her sisters and their baby obsessions.
“Pwease nice human, fwuffy need fine speciaw fwiend.” Daydream broken, Sandra looked down at her fluffy cargo. One of three dams looked up with big watery eyes. Her belly swollen so much she looked like a puffy balloon. Its legs couldn’t even reach the floor of the cart. No wonder this one didn’t get away.
“Yah, I’m pretty sure your special friend is dead. If not he will be soon so, you know, don’t make any plans to go curtain shopping.”
Immediately the fluffy started bawling, “Speciaw fwiend haf foweva sweepies? Hue hue hue hue.” Sandra chuckled. Fucking fluffies, man.
She unloaded the dams into a pallet cage. Because of the volume of fluffies going through the warehouse each day they came up with a simple plan to house and move large amounts at once. Big cardboard containers normally used for shipping produce were lined with plastic. Pile the fluffies in and you could move the whole thing around with a pallet jack, or even stack them with a forklift.
As Sandra started walking away she heard, “Biggest poopies! Babies coming!” She loved watching fluffies give birth. The pained look on their face was adorable. Sandra looked in and saw that it was the yellow fluffy that went onto labor. Already wiggling her hooves and crying the dam started screaming.
‘This is gunna be good,’ Sandra thought to herself, ‘Totally going to be a bloody one.’
Even with the other dams helping push on its sides the yellow mare was making no progress. It was starting to get boring so Sandra decided to help. She reached down and put pressure on the sides of the fluffy. She tried to squeeze something out or at least get it started.
The birthing mare started chirping in pain as her vagina started to spit open. Sandra could see something emerge, a large patch of fluff crowning. It almost looked like a foal was trying to come out sideways. Then a hole appeared in the fluff, no two, was that a nose? What, the, fuck?
Sandra was too dumfounded to help as a large fluffy face poked out of the stretched and bloody hole. Then the immerging foal gasped in air. Free of the amniotic fluid it started to breath on its own. The yellow mare started panicking and attempted to crawl away. Sandra would probably have done the same in that position.
Still, the mare’s legs couldn’t reach the ground enough to even scoot herself. Fresh wails ensued as the half-born foal started to try and free itself. The mare’s skin bulged and flexed in odd shapes as the foal made progress. The vagina tore all the way from the mare’s asshole and down to her belly. Front hooves free, the foal moved again splitting the mare completely.
At this point it really wasn’t a birth. The mare’s pelvis was broken in half and the split skin slid off the top of the now chirping foal. The dying mare managed to drag her wrecked torso over to her newborn. “B…bay…be ma…ma wuv.” Then she was still.
‘Wow,’ Sandra thought as she looked at the giant foal. ‘I think I need to get a manager.’
Air stings the lungs as the body takes in the first breath of air. Cold and dry it’s like drowning in reverse. Exhale and make a sound. It vibrates everything. Nose is cold.
Bad place. Cold place. Move legs to go. Cold place spreads across body and legs move more. Cold all over. Bad feels inside.
Rubbing. Skin dries. Warm again. Warm place. Legs can stretch.
Warmer place beside you. Push with legs. Touch warm place. Lips try sucking. Bad feels inside.
Something touches lips. Lips try sucking. Warm tasty. Swallow warm tasty. Bad feels inside go away. Keep sucking. Warm inside feels.
Sleep.
It’s been two days since the massive foal was born. After going to her boss they put it in a pen with some lactating mares. It ate constantly and empting four mares of milk before falling asleep. It would wake up every few hours and do it again. They had to constantly feed them so they could keep up with milk production.
Mr. Slater had taken a special interest in the foal and put Sandra in charge of its care. A major pain in the ass if you asked her. Already the foal was as big as an adult pegasus fluffy and had about the same strength. She had to replace one mare after it bit her nipple off. Now the others were terrified of the thing.
Whack, whack, whack. Sandra brought down a sorry stick on a mare that refused to give milk. “You will feed that fucking thing when I tell you to,” Sandra yelled at it has hit the fluffy a few more times. She finally forced the mare’s legs apart and let the blue foal drink. The mare cried but wasn’t in a position to fight any longer.
After the foal was done Sandra saw that both the mare’s nipples were chafed bloody. ‘Serves that bitch right.’ She thought and found herself stroking the foal’s blue fluff. It was actually rather soft. In response the foal turned to face Sandra and opened it’s eyes for the first time. “Well, hey there little guy.”
The foal chirped. Sandra told it, “Oh, no, I’m not your mama. She died bringing you into this world.” The foal chirped again. “You want to get pet some more?” She stroked its fur for a bit longer before saying, “I think I’ll call you Goliath.”
Goliath looked for another milky mama. He was still hungry and the mare, that was now trying not bumping her sore tits, waddled away. He loved his milky mamas, but for some reason they never wanted to play. They kept away from him until it was time to have milkies. He wished he had another fluffy to play with.
“Morning Goliath, I brought you a new milkbag.” Sandra mama was his bestest mama. She never gave him milkies herself, but did bring him the milkie mamas. She also petted him and he liked that a lot. Sometimes she would scratch between his ears and that was even better.
“Sandwa mama gif petties?” Goliath asked hopefully.
Sandra reached down and… oh yah that’s the spot. Sandra raked her fingernail through Goliaths mane just between his ears. “I’ll be back later, okay?” Then she was gone.
Goliath went over to the new milkie mama and tried to feed but she pushed him away. “Miwkies fow babies.”
“Am baby,’ Goliath insisted and tried again. She tried pushing him away again but he was too big.
Her objections were cut short anyhow. Making a funny face the mama called out, “biggest poopies. Fwuffy haf mow babies!” Goliath watched as the mare grunted and pushed something out her poopy place. The slimy little bundle moved. It was a baby!
Goliath had never seen another baby before. It was even smaller than the milkie mamas. It started to chirp and move its tiny little legs. Then the wings unfolded. They were almost as big as the mama’s wings, but instead of feathers, tiny nubs lined the wings.
The milkie mama reached down to clean the foal and stopped. She sniffed it and scrunched up her nose. Totally ignoring the baby, the mama started cleaning herself. Goliath was confused. The baby needed milkies, he made those hungry chirps himself so he knew. He carefully picked the baby up and placed it on a tit. The milkie mama quickly knocked the foal off. “Dat dummy baby. No wan.”
The foal was chirping on the ground. Goliath looked at it. It wasn’t a dummy baby; it was… it was, “Dis Gowiath bwotha. Miwkie mama gif bwotha milkies.” Goliath once again places the foal on a tit. The mare went to smack it off but Goliath blocked her. The mare tried again, but this time he put his weight on the milkie mama’s leg. With a crack it was broken.
Angry the mama took a swipe at Goliath with her other leg. He crushed that one as well. As her front legs dangled useless Goliath sat on her back legs to keep her from kicking at the foal. He easily overpowered the fluffy and the tiny foal drank its fill. Tucking his new little brother into his fluff, Goliath then finished off what milk the mare had left.
Sandra liked goliath, but he was the most stubborn fluffy she had ever tried to wean. Okay, she’d only weaned one other litter when her sister went on vacation, but he was being difficult. He would eat his kibble fine until she took the mare out of his pen. Then he would refuse saying he needed the milk for his brother. A fluffy with an imaginary friend, Why her?
To make matters worse any mare put in his pen would get injured or killed. At first Sandra had thought it was accidental, but even Goliath wasn’t that clumsy. More than once she found him stomping a mare to death for hurting his fake friend.
She sat staring at Goliath as he looked longingly at his food. He still refused to eat it. It had been almost a day and she knew he must be really hungry, given his appetite. Goliath looked up from the food and told her, “Pwease Sandwa mama. Bwotha need miwkies. Bwotha haf biggest tummy owies.”
Damn it, he was just too pathetic. She’d have to try again tomorrow. Reaching out to him she started scratching the fluff behind his head. “Goliath, what am I going to do with- HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT?” Sandra jumped up and away from the giant fluffy. Something had moved in his fluff when she touched it. And there was something on her hand, oh god, ew.
Sandra looked at her hand and found it was slimed with a greenish brown paste that stuck to her fingers. One whiff told her that it was shit. Disgusting little creatures, she should have beat it to death with a crowbar. Wait, calm down. She wiped her hand on the ground and cleaned it off the best she could. She was going to have to see what that was from so no point in washer her hands just yet.
Goliath had been startle by her reaction and was now curled in the corner crying. “Shh, shh, sorry big guy. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She said as she crouched down next to him. “Goliath, there is something in your fluff and I’m going to have to take a look, okay?”
“Pwease no huwt bwotha,” Goliath pleaded with Sandra. She stopped to think. Did Goliath have a parasite that he thought of as a brother? That would explain some things. She lifted up his mane to get a better look. At first she only saw a few feathers sticking down. But as she parted the fluff she discovered that a tiny foal was clinging to the nape of Goliath’s neck.
At least she thought it was a foal. The proportions were all wrong. With the exception of the well-developed wings, the thing still looked like a newborn. Then is clicked. If the foal was real, Goliath did need the milk for his brother. And if it were a runt it would be neglected or attacked by the other fluffies. No wonder Goliath had to kill the mares.
“Goliath, where did you find this thing?” Sandra asked the shaking fluffy.
Goliath needed a second to think. Finally he replied, “Miwky mama haf baby. Miwky mama cow bwotha dummy, but Gowiath knew bwotha bestest bwotha. Den Gowiath get miwkies fow bwotha even when miwky mama be dummies.” He beamed with pride.
Sandra stroked the little foal with her fingertips. It chirped and rolled its head into her touch. ‘Aw,’ Sandra thought to herself, ‘ he likes being pet. I guess he is a fluffy after all. Absentmindedly she asked Goliath, “Does this little shit bug have a name?”
“Bwotha’s name Shitbug?”
“Wait, no I asked…”
“Shitbug is bestest bwotha. Gowiath wuv name. Bwotha wuv name too.” The runt chirped in response.
Pinching the bridge of her nose Sandra tried to accept the dumb. She knew that there was terribly little she could do to change the runt’s name now. And she wasn’t going to risk a reset. “Okay,” Sandra said as she stood up. “If you want to keep Shitbug we’ll have to go see the vet.” Goliath agreed and Sandra tied a leash around his neck, avoiding the foal, to bring him to the clinic.
Goliath watched as Sandra tied a long piece of ‘stwing not sketties’ around Shitbug. It looped underneath his body and tied up on top allowing his wings to move. Goliath thought Shitbug had the bestest wingies he had ever seen. They even had real feathers, not like the fluffy ones most pegasus had.
Unlike the rest of his malformed body, Shitbug’s wings were really strong. They could flap for a long time and move Shitbug across the floor. He complained that his legs hurt from being drug along the ground, but he wanted to be strong enough to fly. Goliath wanted to see his brother fly too so he asked Sandra to help.
The string not sketties was her idea. When Shitbug was secure Sandra would give him uppsies really high. Almost a foot! In the air Shitbug flapped his wings as hard as he could. Then he started to move! Shitbug was flying! The little foal collapsed into his harness after a few seconds gasping for breathe. Flying looked hard.
Sandra and her bosses were watching Goliath and Shitbug from behind a darkened window. They had been talking about adding the pair to the Fluffy Runner lineup. Sandra had seen what Goliath could do to a fluffy when he got angry. He was bigger than any tuffy they had found before, and four times that of a normal fluffy.
This was their second idea for him. They thought they might be able to start a breeding program and produce a line of monster fluffies to appeal to an older crowd. The plan failed instantly when they discover Goliath was completely sterile.
Now they were trying to figure out how to make him a fluffy gladiator. Goliath was just a big fluffy and acted like one. Hugs and wuv were default setting.
As Sandra watched them play, Shitbug moved to Goliath’s ear and the big fluffy stopped what he was doing and started walking to the litter box. With a few quick flaps of his wings Shitbug launched himself off Goliath. Swooping over the pan Shitbug bombed it with poopies. He then flew right back to Goliath, who then turned around and went back to stacking blocks.
Smiling Sandra thought of how much Goliath really did care about his adopted brother. They only other thing he loved that much was spaghetti. He’d do anything to get his hooves on that stuff again after Sandra let him have some from her lunch. Hmm.
“What do we do with the Spaghetti from the winners’ pot if no fluffy makes it?” Sandra asked the group.
“We don’t really make any until there is a winner. Even then they don’t get it until after they’re stitched up and rested. That usually happens the next day. Why?”
“Oh,” Sandra was disappointed. “I thought we could use it as a reward for fighting. He only gets what’s left over type of deal. The more fluffies he takes out the more spaghetti he gets.”
Mr. Slater spoke up, “Let’s try it. Pasta is cheap and it won’t damage him physically. Gary, would you go make up a few boxes and bring it back here. Sandra, I need you to go in there and explain it to him. Do it multiple times. We can’t have you coaching him on camera.”
Sandra did ask she was asked. She loved the blue guy, but he wasn’t that bright, even by fluffy standards. To her surprise Shitbug got it down right away. He even tried explaining it to Goliath in fluffy terms.
Sandra felt she did the best she could when Gary walked in with a big plastic bowl of noodles and sauce. Fluffy smiles erupted. Gary gave Sandra the bowl and pulled out a divider from the wall. He opened two small gates at the bottom of the divider before leaving the room.
Shitbug flew off Goliath’s back and landed in the bowl. Sandra plucked him out quickly and placed him on the floor in from of Goliath. “No Shitbug. You and Goliath have to wait. If you try that again I’ll throw it out and neither of you get any.”
“No thwo out sketties! Gowiath wan skettie nummieeees,” Goliath whined.
“Stop that,” she silences the fluffy with a bop on the nose. Placing the bowl of spaghetti on the other side of the barrier she continued. “I’m going to leave, and when I get back you can have the sketties. Bad fluffies are around and they will try and steal your sketties. Any other fluffy that comes in here before I get back is a bad fluffy, and you can give them hurties to stop them.”
“Gif huwties to bad fwuffies? Bad fwuffies wan eat Shitbug and Gowiath sketties?” Goliath looked worried.
Shitbug was trying to climb up Goliath’s leg. “No wows bwotha, Gowiath bestest bwotha. Gowiath no let meanny baddy fwuffy take sketties.”
“Alright you two, I’ll be back in a little bit.” Sandra closed the door and went back to the other room. Goliath had pushed a giggling Shitbug back down and was licking bits of sauce off his fluff. Those guys.
Goliath could still smell sketties and his tummy made grumbelly noises. He returned Shitbug to his back after cleaning the nummies from his fluff. It tasted really good.
Sandra had told him not to eat it before she came back, but getting a closer look wouldn’t hurt. Goliath leaned down and tried poking his head through the gate. The divider swayed a bit but held as Goliath pushed his weight against it. He gave up and looked at the door, She had been gone so long.
Suddenly he realized that there was another fluffy in the room. It was a dirty pastel blue wingy friend. It started trotting to him and he got really excited. Getting closer he could smell that it was a mare. “Hewwo new fwiend!” He called out to her.
The mare simply went right past him. Why didn’t she want to be Goliath’s friend? Little hooves pulled on his mane and Shitbug yelled at him, “Dummeh Bwotha dat bad fwuffy. It eat all the sketties!”
That was silly the gates were too small to get to the sketties. Mental gears cranked in his fluffy head. The gates were too small for HIM. The bad fluffy could get through and eat the sketties!
Goliath moved as fast as he could. His size helped make up the distance, but he might be too late. The mare went through the gate! Desperate Goliath reached down and grabbed a big mouth full of tail fluff before it disappeared.
The pastel fluffy squirmed as it was pulled away from the bowl. “Wet go of fwuffy! Fwuffy wan sketties! Bad dummeh fwuffy.” She hit goliath a few times in the nose, but didn’t do much damage.
Opening his mouth to talk the mare dropped to the ground, “Gowiath no dummy YOU bad dummy fwuffy.” He rose up on his hind legs for a second before letting his front hooves crash down on the mare. He landed directly on the mare’s shoulders, crushing them. Again he stomped down breaking the ribs and puncturing her lungs. Blood poured from her mouth.
“Sketties!” Another bad fluffy had gotten in. Goliath left the mare to her forever sleepies and chased down the new bad fluffy. He swiped his hoof at the bad fluffy’s nose and blasted it in the face. Screaming and bloody it rolled on the floor. Goliath bucked it in the side and sent it flying.
More and more bad fluffies came into the room through two holes in the wall. They came in ones and twos and each time Goliath gave them biggest hurties. Shitbug started telling him which to attack first or if he could buck one when it went behind him. A few times Shitbug flew over a fluffy that got to close to the divider and give them sorry poopies.
Finally the waves of fluffies stopped. Tired and sore Goliath lied in front of one of the gates in case more showed up. A wide-eyed Sandra opened the door and walked over to the worn down fluffy. “Wow, Good boy Goliath. You too Shitbug. You sure as hell deserve this.” She grabbed the bowl of sketties and placed it in front of them.
It was cold by now, but it tasted amazing. Goliath wolfed down big bites, only half chewing the soft noodles. Shitbug climbed along the edge and ate one noodle at a time. The long strands disappearing into his swelling stomach.
Read parts 11 through 13 of the Fluffy Runner comic for Goliath and Shitbugs’ story. Fluffy Runner [by Jberg360]
Upon reflection Sandra found that she had actually learned quite a bit about filming during her internship. She was ready get back to school and try out a few new techniques for that semester’s project. Before she left she had to say goodbye to Goliath.
He really hadn’t been the same after Shitbug died. Sandra worried about him falling into a ‘wan die’ loop. He had stopped eating for a bit, and he still only ate kibble when she gave to him.
Walking up to his pen she found him staring at something. He hid it in his fluff when she came close to him. “Hey Goliath, what you got there?” He looked up at her with sad eyes tinged with a fear. Shit, she hadn’t ever seen him look at her like that. With concern in her voice she simply asked, “Goliath?”
He looked to his fluff then back to her contemplating. “Pwomise not to take?”
“Why would I take it? Is it bad?”
“Sandwa take bwotha. No wan take fwom Gowiath gan,” He said as tears swelled in his eyes. It was true had taken Shitbug’s remains from him. She had had to work when they were filming so it was a few hours before she got to him. He had tried hugging Shitbug back to life so much that a lot of him needed to be combed out of Goliath’s fluff.
Why did she feel guilty? She couldn’t have done anything to save him. Let him have whatever it was, dangerous or not, she was leaving anyway. “I promise I wont take it away from you.”
Satisfied, Goliath rummaged in his fluff and held up his treasure. A small golden feather, crumpled and frayed, sat on his hoof. ‘That looks like one of Shitbug’s…’ thought Sandra. Goliath started to shimmer and she realized she had started to cry. ‘God damn it. Crying over a stupid fluffy.’
“Gowiath give huggies to make Sandwa sad wawas go way,” Goliath said as he embraced Sandra’s legs. Sandra kneeled down and hugged him back. Sandra thought, ‘fuck it’ and let herself cry. She didn’t want to admit it, but she loved that big dumb animal.
“Sandra, a word.”
She was startled to see Gary standing just outside the pen. Thoroughly embarrassed she let go of Goliath and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Sorry, I ah, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gary smiled, “I actually wanted to talk to you about Goliath before you left.”
“What about?”
“You see the management doesn’t feel like he is worth the time investment anymore. We just don’t have the staff with all the summer interns leaving, and they want to start some other projects,” Gary trailed off.
Sandra played along. “So you’re wondering if I could take him off your hands?”
“If it’s not too much trouble.” Gary laughed.
Sandra turned to the fluffy, “Well, Goliath? What do you say? Do you want to go home with me?”
“Gowiath wive with Sandwa? Sandwa be Gowiath bestest mama?” He ran around his pen a few times in excitement before hugging her. “Gowiath wuv Sandwa. Gowiath be bestest fwuffy fow mama.”
Sandra scratched him between the ears, ‘Come on Goliath. Let’s go home.”
(Art of Sandra taking Goliath for a walk)
New Fluffy Runner Wednesday.
