1607 Mohave Rd. Nevada, a quiet place that for most held little to no significance but for Buck it was home. Buck was a deep purple pegasus with a light blue mane, and his owner provided everything he could possibly need - all the toys and television time he wanted, spaghetti once every week, and even a big grassy yard for him to run around in any time he pleased using the kitchen’s pet door. However there was one thing that Buck lacked and wanted more than anything, that being a mate and by extension a family which his owner could not support.
Day in and day out, the frequency at which they asked for a ‘special friend’ grew more frequent, going from asking once a month to having to be reminded at least once or twice a day for nearly six whole months until their owner’s patience had finally run out. The next day whilst his fluffy was playing in the yard, the man made a call to the vet to have their fluffy fixed. Sadly, they had made one crucial error in failing to ensure his pet couldn’t get in and eavesdrop on the conversation, thus allowing Buck to enter the house and wander through the kitchen before catching wind of the conversation.
While fluffies were not the brightest creatures, Buck had heard more than enough to know just what their owner was planning and immediately confronted them on the matter. The man claimed that having their ‘special lumps’ removed was for their own greater good since he couldn’t risk Buck sneaking out and getting somebody’s mare knocked up. To Buck though, his owner might as well have told him that he was going to put them down as he fled back into his room and hid in his bed.
Dinner that night was awkward for the two of them, Buck’s Owner attempted to soften the blow by offering a bowl of spaghetti which Buck refused to eat. Buck’s mind was made up the moment he heard that he was going to get fixed - he was going to run away and start a family of his own. Thus, when night came, Buck put his plan into action as he hopped out of his bed, through the pet door, and dug beneath the fence.
With his newfound freedom, Buck ran as far and as fast as his stubby legs could take him, heading straight out of the cozy little neighborhood and into the downtown district a few miles away. The lines of green lawns and small houses were replaced with tall stone buildings and harsh neon signs advertising a myriad of products and services - something which for a fluffy that had grown up in the suburbs was frightening and overwhelming.
Buck narrowly avoided being stepped on at every turn, dodging sharp high heels and heavy boots that mindlessly slammed against the pavement. Right away Buck regretted his life choices, but it was only when he got into a bleak alleyway that he’d finally get some respite from the hustle and bustle and have his choices finally sink in. He was now homeless, having no warm bed to sleep in, no toys to play with, no spaghetti to eat, and no one to love him. With all of this in mind, Buck leaned up against a wall, placed his hooves over his eyes, and cried, wanting to go back to his owner but now being unable to thanks to being hopelessly lost.
His stomach growled at him, begging for food thanks to having wasted all his energy running and his mouth feeling dry as could be due to being dehydrated, but due to living a sheltered homelife he had zero survival instincts and a palette too ‘refined’ to settle for eating trash and drinking from puddles. Thus instead of scavenging for food, he did the only thing he did know how to do which was beg. Time and time again he tried to coax people into paying attention to him, asking every passerby to give him food or to be his new ‘daddeh’ or ‘mummuh’ to no avail. When night came, the poor fluffy curled up beneath a dingy old dumpster which gradually became easier thanks to him thinning out rapidly.
Finally after nearly three days of begging, the fluffy became more daring as they moved out of their alleyway and began tailing random people on the street - a strategy which proved to be much more dangerous than before as his front hoof was crushed after falling over and having it stepped on. The pain they were experiencing both thanks to their empty stomach and broken limb caused them to let out a loud SCREE of pain that actually managed to get the attention of the person that initially stepped on them.
The culprit was a teenage boy making their way home from highschool before noticing the creature and swiftly spun around to see what could make such a noise - and what they saw was basically just a pile of fluff and skin that was now profusely bleeding on the pavement. Taking pity on the creature, the boy plucked them from the ground and ran as fast as they could to their home, weaving through the people on the street and narrowly avoiding being run over by cars to get the poor creature home and to his mother whom was a nurse.
After a long and exhausting jog, the boy bursts through the door and nearly collapses as he sits down by the door, his backpack loosely hanging on his shoulders, green jacket stained with a mixture of fluffy blood and bodily waste, and the wounded fluffy themselves in his arms scared for their life as they suckle on their non-broken hoof.
The boy called out to his mother, her making her way from the garage before seeing the state that her son was in and rushing over to him. Her mind became clouded by fear as she checked her son, fearing the absolute worst until she noticed the fluffy with the broken arm and began putting the pieces together. Letting out a small sigh, she gingerly took the injured creature from her son and into the garage where she had a makeshift nursing area using a neglected crafting table covered with a ragged towel.
While she had worked on a number of cats, dogs, and even a few exotic animals such as ferrets and even a peacock, fluffies were not something she was particularly knowledgeable about since Hasbio had their own clinics for them to be taken to. Still, a broken leg shouldn’t be too hard to fix, right? At least she thought so as she worked on setting the bone back into place before getting the thing wrapped up.
It was a tense few minutes for her and the fluffy whom let out a series of pleas for her to stop mixed with frightened peeps and chirps as if they were a newborn foal. Finally, the deed was done - the broken hoof had managed to be fixed using some gause and two pieces of wood that acted as a makeshift splint for the fluffy. With things finally settling down, the mother now had more important issues to tend to such as cleaning her son’s ruined clothes and figuring out just what to do with the fluffy.
The son insisted on keeping the fluffy whilst the mother was much more skeptical of the idea, for her son had an extensive track record of poor pet care starting from when he was 12 years old and failed to feed his goldfish regularly up to nearly two years ago when they got a cat that ran away from home after the boy left his window open and the cat climbed out. However, he argued that the fluffy was smarter than a cat or fish, as it would tell him what it needed and when it needed it.
Whilst the mother wasn’t entirely convinced, she knew that her son needed to learn responsibility and thus allowed him to keep it under the condition that he took care of it properly - for if he didn’t then he would never be allowed to own so much as a sea monkey aquarium under her roof, to which her son agreed.
Although things started off rocky at first, the boy adjusted to taking care of and interacting with his new friend to the point where it basically became routine and the fluffy became a part of the family. Sure his lifestyle wasn’t as glamorous as it was with his previous owner, but here he felt loved and cared for without any fear of being castrated. Over the course of a year the fluffy settled nicely into the family, their name being changed from Buck to ‘Buddy’ and even being given a fancy red collar with his name engraved into it to show that.
Buddy became comfortable with the family, and as a result they fall back into their old habits, including the one that caused strife between them and their previous owner. On the one year celebration of their adoption, Buddy was told that he could wish for one thing and it would come true, and that wish was to have a partner.
Of course, the mother had the final say in such a matter, and with a little coaxing from her son and the fluffy she caved and agreed to let him mate so long as the son pitches in by having money he earns go towards things like food and ensuring that all of their babies find homes since she was not going to foot the bill for 5 - 10 fluffies.
With the deal struck, the boy and Buddy set off for the pet store the next day in order to get a mate since the Fluffy Mart was much farther away and too expensive. Of course, the fluffy was not allowed inside the shop due to their tendency to ‘relieve themselves’ whenever they are frightened or excited so the boy simply tied the fluffy’s leash to a nearby bike rack before entering the store.
Buddy was ecstatic to finally get a ‘Speciaw Fwiend’, quickly becoming lost in daydreams of what his his mate and their babies would look like,though in doing so they would be too distracted to notice a familiar face that was staring at them from across the street - their former owner.
Initially the man could not believe his eyes, he had put out missing posters for him and was worried sick for his friend whom after being unable to find him after a year thought that he would be long dead only to find that they were sat across the street happy and healthy with their tail wagging and a broken tune dribbling from their mouth. Of course, there were thousands of fluffies in the world so finding one that looked like his was not out of the question - hence why he opted to cautiously cross the street in order to interrogate them.
Slowly the man approached the fluffy, calling out the name ‘Buck’ which seemed to snap the fluffy out of their trance and look over at the man which they didn’t seem to recognize until they were halfway across the street and with them a flood of memories of why they left in the first place. Panic quickly overtook the fluffy whom tried to run and call for help only to choke themselves with their own collar and leash.
Buddy begged for the man to go away, calling him a monster which left the man feeling more confused than anything since he took pretty good care of him prior to running away. He asked the fluffy why he was a monster and in response Buck/Buddy explains that they ran away because they didn’t want to have their ‘speciaw wumps’ taken away and that they found a new owner that loved them and was getting them a partner as they spoke.
Concern and mild glee slowly boiled into a frothing hatred for the creature, the man had spent hundreds of dollars on the creature and had known them since their birth and they were willing to throw that all away just because he was going to have them castrated!? This was unacceptable, but the man knew that he couldn’t just take the fluffy and run since he figured that it had been chipped judging by the collar around their neck.
Thus, they decided that instead of kidnapping the little shit they would make sure that they were justly punished for their betrayal of friendship and waste of money/time. Swiveling his head around for any signs of witnesses or cameras, the man pulled the hood of his jacket up, cracked his knuckles, and readied himself for what was to come next.
It started with a punt to the face, using just enough force to send the creature flying but not enough for them to snap their neck thanks to the short leash length, a sharp cough sounding out from Buddy as they spat out a mixture of teeth and blood which they were mortified by. Their first instinct was to call out for their ‘daddeh’ only for them to be winded by a swift kick to the stomach which caused them to curl into a ball as they gasped for air. Though the man had done very little, they knew that their time was short which is why they opted to do one last thing before departing for good.
Kneeling down in front of the fluffy, the man gripped their testacles and pulled, slowly ripping the flesh and tendons keeping them in place whilst their grip gradually tightened around their balls - if their sack didn’t give first then their ‘wumps’ were going to be crushed into two meaty pulps. During the entire ordeal, the fluffy wheezes in an attempt to call for help, but the words would simply not leave their throat due to a lack of air.
Finally after nearly a solid minute of agonizing squeezing and pulling, their testacles and the fleshy sack surrounding them were removed and then thrown into a nearby trash can in plain view of the creature they were attached to. A wave of emotional pain washed over the mutilated fluffy, a single hoof outstretched towards the trash can as if they were reaching out towards what was taken from them. Satisfied with their deed, the man briskly made their way to the other side of the street and walked away just as the boy came out of the shop with a light red unicorn with a yellow mane.
The boy tried to question his pet as to what happened to them, but all Buddy could say was that he wanted his ‘wumps’ back or that he wanted to die. Of course, the boy took the creature back to his mother and a police report was filed but since it was a fluffy it quickly became forgotten and although she excelled in her field, the nurse couldn’t just magically pop a new pair of testicles onto the creature.
From there, the castrated fluffy spiraled as they barely ate, drank, or spoke for that matter outside of their request for death whilst their new would-be partner pestered them day in and out about wanting babies only for her to get the response ‘wan die’ from him. Eventually, he was put into an adoption clinic and replaced by another fluffy since the mother knew that what happened wasn’t her son’s fault and allowed him to get a new fluffy.
Finally, after nearly a week of not being able to find a home thanks to him being stuck in a loop of wanting death, he finally got his wish as he and several other rejects/last day stock were thrown into a blazing inferno where he was slowly cooked to death.
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Story heavily inspired by
Random Act of Violence - Jejjick
