It was a cold winter evening in Brandon Manitoba. The year 2031 being a particular harsh winter that even by December 3rd it reached frigid temperatures of -40 degrees. The normally active Marion family stays indoors to avoid the cold sting of microscopic ice striking your cheeks in the cold heavy winds. On this day after much begging the 9 year old twin girls managed to convince their father to let Annabelle have foals. The father having finally relenting invites his cousin who owns a stallion to knock up their mare. The two men make idle conversation over coffee before heading towards the playroom with the pet carrier in hand.
âOmg this is so exciting.â Harriet the younger twin shouts as she follows the adults walking towards the saferoom. The excitement in her voice evident as she thinks about all the fun they could have with the foals.
âLower your voice honeyâ David her father tries to control the situation as he watches his two twin daughters giddily look at each other quietly talking about all the specific things they would do.
He then looks to his cousin âLets just get this over withâ sighing afterwards with the tired doggedness of a man who knows his limits; Already thinking of all the extra work he will have to do for the future shit rats. The joys of being the only man in the house he thought to himself knowing he has been outvoted on this matter like normal. He opens the door to the safe room with his family behind him being greeted by high pitch squealing of a fluffy.
âMummahs? Daddeh? Annabewe miss U!â She runs across the small former office to jump at the legs of each of the 4 people who entered the room, the instinctual programming all fluffies abide by.
âGuess what Annebelle?â Josephine asks her fluffy with the biggest smile a 9 year old could make. âYour going to have babbies!â She shrieks with joy .
âANNABEWE HAB BABBEHS NAO! AM SU HAPPIES ANNABEWE BE BESTEST MUMMAH EBAH! GIB BESTST HUGGIES AND WUBâ She continues to babble insistently as she runs in circles and skipping.
âTANK U FOW WETTIN ANNABEW HAB BABBEHS WITTWE-MUMMAHSâ She exclaims as the two children frolic around the mare with glee but earning a sharp glare from David which she didnt notice.
David gives another look to his cousin Napoleon carrying the black pet carrier in his arms. The non verbal communication was all that was needed for Napoleon to understand.
âAlright give her some spaceâ Napoleon looks at his 2nd cousins who are laying in front of the floor near the mare. He he places the Deluxe all-in-one-long distance travel kit ⢠on the ground and opens the door to the carrier allowing the stallion to see and hear out of it.
âNu wike scawie twavew boxie huuu huuuâ the stallion mutters to himself as the carrier is opened.
The girls stand up quickly looking aat their father the authority in the room in that way children do to their older relatives.
âHey buddyâŚâ Napoleon asks his fluffy with a slightly cheerful voice. âRemember what we said would happen after we come over to Davidâs house?â He asks not really sure as to how to get fluffies to breed.
âBuddeh wemembah! Wewe am spechew fwend?â He asks looking at the man whoâs is taking up most of his vision.
âSpechew fwendâ Annabelle asks stopping mid place in her excited running. Cocking her head slightly and looking towards the carrier on the floor.
âAm heweâ The stallion says as he runs out of his carrier moving as fast as he can towards Annabelle. With not even a single words spoken the stallion immediately mounts the mare.
âENF ENF ENF ENF ENFâ He shouts between thrusts as the entire family looks on in shocked horror.
âGrossâ both the twins say in unison instinctively covering their eyes to preserve their innocence.
âGUUD FEEWWWSâ The stallion shouts before collapsing on top of his mate the entire encounter taking only 10 seconds far to quick for anyone in the room to react. David makes eye contact with his cousin for a split second neither of them expecting the whole affair to wrap up so quickly. Annabelle begins to talk about how good of a mummah she will be with her new special friend and he talked about how he will teach his babbehs to dance and play games. The two twins are still a little bit grossed out by the living teddy bears having sex avoiding eye contact with either of the fluffies who seem to distracted to care or notice what anyone else is doing before Napoleon and his pet part ways to Portage-la-prairie.
Bert the stallion a 6 year old fluffy had for the first and last time in his life procreated with a mare. When he returned home his family like normal would ignore him. He was bought to teach responsibility, and to play with the couples two young sons who have now grown up and became more interested in girls and video games. Bert himself would spend the rest of his years mostly alone in his safe room filled with toys which slowly become sun bleached as their colour fades day by day; the once bright room which seemed to be a place of laughter and joy slowly replaced by the dull grey of time. Bert would distract himself with his toys and his Ipad however with age the never ending joy he once found in his toys as a younger stallion begins to melt away like wax from a candle.
Living to the age of 9 Bert would live a unusually long; But a life without huggies, and wub even if given toys and food is like being in limbo for a fluffy. He would die from old age thinking fondly at first of all the imaginary friends he made, the foals he sired which never saw despite asking almost every single day, and distant fields with spaghetti rivers blooming with wild tulips and daisies. In his final seconds Bert would be in agony as without euthanasia a fluffies endocrine system releases all its stored chemicals at once causing one final moment of pain, fear, and twisting his final thought to the uncomfortable reality that he would never see his foals.
As the first week goes by the children tend to Annabelle everyday. The children even spending their own money to buy spaghetti for Annabelle so she could have the âbestest babbehsâ. They would spend time watching Annabelleâs favourite shows as a family after supper watching Tv about how to be the bestest mummah which made the expecting mother feel so proud for having learned how to be the bestest mummah ever. The series finale of how to be the bestest mummah ⢠even said that she would be the bestest mummah ever.
Annabelle felt herself so important and mighty but she always was respectful accepting that she cant have spaghetti every day; but she still would ask occasionally as any fluffy would. She felt so bad when the âwitwwe-mummahsâ fought with each other as to who could cuddle with Annabelle when they went to sleep which made her sad. Eventually big-mummah made them both sleep in the same bed with her which gave her so much joy and pleasure having her two favourite people to cuddle with.
By the second week the kids were busy with âskoolâ she didnt know what that meant but they still would play with her and let her sleep with them but they no longer fought over her. Annabelle was happy about that but felt a little sad that none of asked her to sleep with them anymore.
David eventually stumbled onto Annabelleâs first pee puddle. She thought she would get the sorry stick but the twins defended her saying she couldnât help it because she was pregnant which she found out meant soon-mummah later on. The kids promised their father that they would clean up all of Annabelle accidents which he agreed too. Annabelle felt really good that she went 3 days before having another unfortunate accident on the carpet.
By the third week Annabelle got so big she could only waddle around. This time she missed the litterbox making bad poopies. She never felt more horrible in her life! Her owners fought with each other about who should pick it up and âbig-mummahâ had to force one of them to pick up the bad poopies and the other would have to do it next time. She stopped getting spaghetti and they no longer let her sleep in their beds. It would have made her sad but she had babbies! And they are the most important thing in the world to Annabelle because her instincts told her they would solve all her problems. She loved them so much and spent hours singing to her unborn children whenever her owners were away during the day before âcwistmasâ . She also hated how the dark times got longer and she feared that the bright times would disappear but her owners reassured her that would not happen which made her feel okay.
One time she heard the twins arguing she waddled up to the door trying to listen to the commotion as sheâs been a little lonely since they were getting ready for christmas.
"Josephine you cant just hit her sheâs pregnant and its cruel she doesnt know any better. " Harriet the more empathetic of the two would quietly argue with her twin.
âMaybe daddy is right you know? He said that this would be a lot of workâ Josephine countered with pointing her finger in Harriet face.
âStop pointing at meâ Harriet raises her voice. âIm not touching youâ Josephine matches Harrietâs tone as she proceeds to almost touch her twin sister.
âMOOOOOMâ
The yelling made Annabelle feel bad, she understood that pregnant meant soon-mummah but she didnt know why her young owner would say something so cruel. She waddled back to her bed determined to sleep but even her dreams were sad. This wasnât supposed to happen she was a soon-mummah having the bestest babbehs ever this was supposed to be a happy moment according to her limited understanding of the world.
Week 4 was the hardest, her legs barely touched the ground and they left her in the litterbox for most of the week. Annabelle asked for spaghetti for her babbehs as they were almost due but they never listened to her anymore. Harriet and Josephine would be busy with their first phones but would often come near her and talk about her babbies while texting. It made her feel special and important when they would make brief contact. Annabelle fond herself getting closer to big-mummah as she would be able to relate to pregnancy. The fluffy was amazed to find out that big mummah was pregnant before.
Finally the day came Annabelle felt the biggest shit ever was going to happen and she screamed it. At first she was scared because fluffies are never meant to yell. But once her family came and assured her it was alright she felt okay; she felt even better when they informed her it was her babbies comming. She was so excited even though it hurt her. Finally after a uncountable amount of time for a fluffy (12 minuets) she gave birth to 4 foals and one stillborn.
âUh ohâ David says once the final still born foal is born.
âWhats wrong?â Harriet asked her father innocently looking at him.
âWell⌠uhhh thats stillborn sweetie.. uuhhh that means that it didnât make it.â The father tried to explain one of lifeâs most difficult lessons. He still had to tell Annabelle that one of her children didnt make it as she was too busy cleaning her living foals.
âuhhh AnnabelleâŚâ He pauses not sure how to begin to explain to the child like mind of a fluffy the concept of a stillborn " One of your babies uhhh went forever sleepyâŚ" He holds the dead brown foal to Annabelle. She takes one sniff and look at it .âAm bad poopie babbeh nu wanâ sneering slightly as she moves her head away from the cold limp alicorn.
âThatâs so meanâ whispers Harriet to her sister losing a little respect for their pet.
âWhat do you mean?â Josephine responds not sure as to whats being referenced.
âShe just insulted her dead childâ Harriet explains herself with a matter of fact tone.
âWell maybe thatâs how she copes with her dead kidâ She attempts to rationalize to her younger twin sister.
The fluffy family consisted of 4 living foals: A red unicorn colt, cyan unicorn filly which matched her mothers fur, a yellow pegasus colt who matched his mothers mane, and a green unicorn filly whoâs fur seemed to sparkle slightly in the light. The parents guide the children away from Annabelle letting her rest with her newborns.
Annabelle herself was the happiest fluffy ever, or at least she thought she was because she had the bestest babbies ever supposedly. She thought about the mess under her and felt icky but big mummah said it was okay. She didnt want to get up so she made not-so-sorry poopies and peepees because she was tired and she had to feed the bestest babbies ever! Her mind drifted to sleep but every time her babies chirped she made sure to give them love, sing, cuddles, and all the milk they want. She felt like the best mother ever.
The next day the kids came down to see Annabelle first thing in the morning. The lay around her gently petting and holding her babbies. Annabelle had to always remind them that they were too little and they couldnât be so rough, she even heard here wingeh-babbeh peep after Harriet pulled on his wing too hard. Annabelle told her to stop which she did but gave Annabelle a dirty which she didnt like. Still despite the rough handling of her newborns she was happy for the attention and discussions about her precious foals. The twin girls talked about how they will teach the foals to walk, talk, and play games like hide and seek! Annabelle was certain that her kids would grow up to be the smartest children ever now that she had humans teach them complicated things like counting.
Day 3 the foals opened their eyes. Annabelle kept insisting it was the most amazing thing she ever seen constantly talking about how pretty her babies are. The family started talking about giving them names too which made the mare feel even more excited for the future which Annabelle didnt think was possible. She knew babies solved everything and after giving birth her family was together again. She sang songs with the little mummahs all the time and watched movies together even if she felt movies like Frozen was too scary for her babies and she didnt understand why they didnt listen to her. Annabelle sometimes felt they forgot that these were her babies and she should decide if foals can watch scary movies like Up. Harriet incidentally complained to her parents that day that Josephine no longer cleans up after Annabelle since she now pees on the floor twice a day.
On day 7 the children were talking about how to teach the foals English with Annabelle. Annabelle assured them they would be talkie-babbehs as they encouraged the foals making their first feeble attempts at walking. Just then the green foal began to crawl towards Josephine open hand.
âpeep Chrip mummah cheepâ The green foal chirps aimlessly.
âOh my god HARRIET COME DOWN THE BABBIES ARE SAYING THEIR FIRST WORDSâ Josephine screams at the top of her lungs.
âBABBEHS!â Annabelle screams standing up as quickly as she can the two foals nursing from her fall off cheeping in distress âBABBEHS!â She shrieks again this time in terror as she hears her babies in distress trying to run in circle to find them but only tripping over them
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The foals screech as their mother tumbles onto them but thankfully rolls off as to not hurt them.
âANNABELLE YOUR BABBIESâ Josephine screams looking down at Annabelle fearing that she might have killed her babies
âSCAWIEâ Annabelle shrieks back before looking at the foals crying hear her. Josephine looks down at Annabelle who only responds to the near death of her children with yelling scary because she yelled at her. She thinks about what her father has said about fluffies when annoyed âUseless things with the intelligence of a toddlerâ. Maybe toddlers dont make good parents she subconsciously concludes.
âBabbeh tawkie?â she look at her two children chriping in distress her panic immediately overwritten by the perfectly engineered hormonal response of a mother hearing her foals speak for the first time. Annabelle grabs the 2 foals near her without any hesitation hugging them to soothe their pain.
âmummah? cheepâ The two foals chirp âAm mummahâ Annabelle coos back at her babies deeping the hug with her two recently trampled children.
âmummahâŚâ the green filly meekly says as she crawls before gaining some speed and begining to waddle. The red colt crawls âMummah hewp babbehâ he peeps being so distant from his motherâs warmth. Annabelle picks up her two foals and places them on her back before runs towards two waddling foals near Josephine bringing them in for a big fluff pile hug.
Harriet would come down to find the foals and their mother cuddling together and cooing finding it cute. Both the children found it a bit weird how the foals could speak English just as well as their mother could and learned how walk in 5 minuets. The two kids would find the foals adorable having to be taught every little thing like how to play hide and seek. They didnt understand all the rules but the group had fun giggling and laughing until Annabelle had another accident. Harriet and Josephine fought like normal about who had to clean it.
The children played with the foals for the rest of the week. finding their enthusiasm and energy to be infectious as Annabelle lay down resting with any of the foals who tired themselves out with play. Annabelle would occasionally play but would constantly be reminded by her owners to help take care of her foals and make sure they learn how to use the litterbox. She tried to teach them but they didnt know any better they were just too little despite her human families protest.
After another week the foals have their manes starting to grow in. The foals waiting patiently at the door as their âwittle-mummahsâ came back from school. They talked constantly all day about the names they were promised by their owners. They hear the children return and the saferoom is awash with sounds of laughter and play. With the foals muttering to each other about how they will have the best name ever. The kids eventually open the door to the saferoom.
âMummahs!â All the fluffies say in unison.
âWook babbeh make good poopies!â The yellow pegasus says proudly while running towards the kids with her head held up high and mighty.
âBabbeh awso make good poopiesâ The cyan filly adds on beaming with joy as she follows her sister.
âBabbeh make good-poopies tu! Wike wittwe-mummahs teww babbehs tuâ The green unicorn adds on. With the three foals nodding in agreement with the green filly.
âWen babbeh get nyu-namsieâ The red colt asks? All of the foals look at the red unicorn before turning to their young owners.
âBabbeh wan namsieâ The yellow filly exclaims after her brother as quick as she can.
âBabbeh wan bestest namsieâ the cyan filly yells louder in order to trying to get a name first.
âWhoa settled down thereâ Harriet tells her fluffies looking towards her sister smiling. The excitement and joy the foals gave was infectious. As they start jumping up on their hind legs at their feet trying to get their attention.
âAhhh gross whats that smellâ Josephine suddenly grabs her nose in a overly dramatic fashion. The two kids look around the room and notice a small brown spot in the corner. As they get closer its apparent that the pile was pushed into the corner as the adult sized shit hoof prints leave one culprit.
âAnnabelle!â Harriet yells realizing shes been awfully quiet and missing from the action. No response that meant she felt guilty for something the girls conclude. The twins follow the faint shit trail to the giant play castle. She sees the mare hiding on the base floor facing the wall. With the grace of a inpatient child Harriet grabs Annabelleâs tail which barely stuck out from the castle play set.
âNUUUU ANNABEWWE SOWWY NU MEAN TU MAKE BAD POOPIES NU WAN SOWWY STICKâ She shrieks flailing her legs wildly. Annabelle in sheer terror of what could happen lets out a bit more scardie-poopies
âAh grossâ Harriet institutionally recoiled her hand from Annabelle tail. The fluffy tries to scurry back into her hiding spot.
âANNABELLE STOP BEING A BAD FLUFFY AND LOOK AT MEâ Annabelle stops before looking back at her owner her eyes tearing up. She didnt want to make sorry poopies. She didnt understand why she was making them now. It wasnât fair that she a grown fluffy had troubles with the litterbox and her foals didnât. She began to cry in Ernest now wailing and burying her head into her forelegs as she lays in a puddle of her tears,
âOh my god is that shit on her muzzle.â Josephine asks in a accusatory tone. and pointing at their pet fluffy. âDid you eat your own shit?â she asks bewildered looking back at the pile of feces in the corner.
âhuuu huuu Annabewwe nu wan make bad poopies and peepees, bu poopie pwace nu wisten tu annabewwe nu mowe huu huuuâ. She breakdown hiding her face in her dirty hooves unable to explain that she tried to clean everything up before they came back from school.
âEh gross now im going to have to give you batheâ Harriet told Annabelle and her sister with a small smirk on her face she turns to her sister.
âWhy are you volunteering to do that?â Josephine questions Harriet motives expecting an argument like usual from her sister.
âBecause youâre going to have to clean up her mess here!â Harriet responds pridefully as she didnt want to clean up after Annabelle again and felt she had a fool proof argument to her mother.
The two children like normal and would bicker before their mother forced them to clean Annabelle and the safe room together. The girls later named 2 foals each playing with their favourites in the safe room as Annabelle loafed around dejectedly remaining silent in shame. She tried had tried to play with the children but only her foals would want to cuddle or play games with her. Whenever she asked for hugs they only gave hrt half hearted hugs and some times told her to go away. It made Annabelle feel sad but in her mind it was better then receiving the dreaded sorry stick so everything is going to be okay. Despite her beliefs the kids no longer spoke to Annabelle unless it was to placate her so she would stop annoying them or when giving instructions when they went away.
The kids were far more focused on the foals who took so much pride and joy from their names. The girls thought that it was the cutest thing ever even dressing the foals in Annabelle clothing laughing at how they were too big for them but never once indulging Annabelle except to put a hat on her head to shut her up.
As the end of third week the foals were beginning to be fully weaned. Annabelle herself started acting out desperate for the attention her foals were getting. She made a few messes failing to get the same sympathy she once got when she was pregnant. She once tried to blame her kids for the bad poopies claiming they didnt need to be punished because they were too little; But even children knew that when a named fluffy refers to themselves as fluffy rather then by their proper name they were lying. The adults were also grew more annoyed at Annabelle for causing the constant fights about cleaning up the safe room.
Eventually late one night the family decided to have a meeting about the Annabelle situation. The kids at first gave half-hearted attempts to defend Annabelle as they still cared for a little, but after a little bit of questioning they both had to admit they hated cleaning up after her and it was bad for their relationship as twin sisters; expecially when every day they have to clean the floors, give baths, empty the litterbox, and other fluffcare routine and half of their work being caused by one fluffy. The children eventually relented allowing for Annabelle to be put for adoption to a good loving home who could accept her incontinence. Not much later once the children went to bed the two adults share a cigarette in the freezing cold discussing what to do to about Annabelle.
âSo where will you take Annabelleâ Marie asked her husband between drags of her cigarettes knowing that Manitoba is the heartland of Abuse culture.
âIâm not sure⌠I do know one thing we cant bring them to the fluffmart. You heard the stories about how the CEO tortures these biotoys for fun. Apparently his favourites are fluffies who came from loving familiesâ David says reaching for the cigarette and taking a few long draws before answering the question he knew his wife would ask next. She thought about asking him to bring her somewhere else but a 9 hour drive just to send Annabelle to a no-kill shelter across the border was too much effort for a working class family. David could see his wife thinking about what they could do and decided to answer the question for her.
âWe could just leave her at the farmâŚâ
And with that the conversation ended. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge that they had just signed their pets death certificate. The father grabbed their old pet carrier they had bought for their first fluffy all those years ago. He reminisced about the 2 other scratched out names on the carrierâs name tag. This would be the first time a fluffy he owned would not die a accidental death like most fluffies do.
He slowly crept into his old office the night light guiding his way to the sleeping family. David finds the mare curled around her four kids. Knowing how naive these things are he decided to gently shake her awake.
âHey annabelle I have a surprise for youâ He said quietly
âhmmm daddeh?â She mumbles half asleep only slightly raising her head to look at David.
âShhhhhh come with me I have a special surprise just for you but be quietâ He urges her to move quickly with his hand gestures as he tries to convince the fluffy to leave her comfortable sleeping position.
The mare slowly gets up from her position careful to not wake any of her children. She follows Daddeh until he picks her up which makes her squeal in delight not having been held like this in so long. David just shushed her before leaving the house with her in hand and carrier in the other.
âSu cowdies bu su pwetyâŚâ she shivers in Davids loose grasp.
âyeah iv always liked the winterâŚâ David nonchalantly responded to her question thinking about all the fun times he had in the snow as a kid while bringing her into the truck. Feeling the creature shake and whimper from the cold David in a moment of pity and compassion decides to let Annabelle rest on his lap as he drives off into the country side knowing just how cold she will be. A few minuets later David feels a warm trickle on his leg
âhuuu huuu am sowwy nu wan make bad peepees huuu huuuâ Annabelle timidly cowers curling up tighter in her one fluffy fluffpile. David didnt react he only thought to himself this is for the greater good expecially when they are planning for another child they cant have a incontinent pet spreading diseases in their house. Finally after driving for a few minuets he pulls to the side off the highway.
âAlright AnnabelleâŚâ He pauses not sure what he can say before opening the truck door feeling the bite of the wind on his face which also caused Annabelle to shiver in his arms. He takes a step outside. The extreme drop in temperature causes Annabelle to look around as if searching for warmth; But she only seeâs the dark skies and endless fields of white snow with the occasional tree line breaking up the monotonous scenery.
âW-w-wewe d-d-ddaddeh take-e aannab-bewwe?â she asks her teeth chattering in cold. Silence follows as David puts her down in the snow rut on top of the gravel roads that stretch to the ends of the earth. She looks up at him and David stares back, silence lasts for a uncomfortable second neither of them knowing what to say. Finally the fluffy with its far more limited vocabulary spoke first.
âDaddeh?â She says looking up at the man seeing the snow fall around him.
âIâm sorryâŚâ He cuts her off before reentering his car watching Annabelle try to run towards the car screaming about something but with those stumpy legs she never had a chance to get close.
âGoodbye Annabelleâ
And with those final words David shut the door to his truck and drives off leaving Annabelle alone in the cold with her last and only thoughts being that of confusion, and betrayal not understanding why she was there before quickly falling to the elements. David would return home lying to his kids that Annabelle was sent to a good adoption centre in Winnipeg. Perhaps David did save Annabelle from being sent to Hasbioâs executive floor in Winnipeg. Yet if you want fairly judge another actions such as Davidâs you must ask yourself where morality resides; In the intent of an action, or the consequence of an action?
. I suppose one could say it was psychological abuse at the very end.