This is a continuation of Zofiezilla by(that1hugboxer)
And a collaboration with Dummehnabbeh and her ongoing stories involving the character of Joey and her lovable little fluffy Stevia fartbox
“Dummeh daddeh”
Muttering under your breath , hooves trembling with fatigue in a desperate attempt to unearth the potato.
You are Zofie An alicorn with the purest white fluff, a rose gold mane and instead of heart shaped hoof pads they were fleur de Lis.
Daddeh had sent you to live on mumma’s farm until you learned how to be a good fluffy.
Mummah was making you help harvest the potatoes today, you had been up since before even the sun itself, and now your hooves ached , your fluff was dirty and you just wanted to crawl in a ball then cry yourself to sleep.
“Zofie Come here!”
Great now mummah was calling you.
At the very least you could get a few minutes of rest while she scolded you.
Your legs shake as you make your way over to mummah, putting on a fake smile and a pleasant tone you address mummah.
“Yus mummah?”
Mummah smiles.
“Zofie you have a visitor!”
A familiar looking fluffy waddles up to you. (Stevie?)
You haven’t seen Stevie since before you came to the farm.
Now you didn’t dislike Stevie , he was a nice fluffy and fun to play with at times but you never expected to see him here of all places.
Stevie gives you a big hug and accidentally lets out a fart in the process.
“Whoopsies seebe am sowy.”
You finish the hug then tilt your head in confusion.
“Why am ou’ hewe? Dis am nu pwace fo seebe . Ou’ am nu bad fwuffy.”
Stevie looks at you with sadness.
“Seebe miss pway wiff Zofie. Seebe beg mummah fo wots of bwight times to come see ou’ . Seebe get mummah bwing cookies an’ sketties fo ou’”
You are stunned and at the same time grateful. Stevie wasn’t the smartest or even the prettiest fluffy but the fact that he brought your two favorite nummies … was making you like him despite those things.
“Cookies an’ sketties!?”
Stevie wags his little tail.
“Zofie teww seebe dat Zofie wike cookies bestes . Seebe membah .”
Stevie’s mummah Ms Joey brought you a single miniature cookie and a sauce bowl
Of sketties.
A word leaves your mouth, a word you used often but rarely was it this genuine .
“Tanku”
It felt so odd saying that word and actually meaning it.
Mummah hadn’t given you owies while you were at the farm but she also hadn’t given you any attention either.
You had originally planned to be compliant just enough to get back in daddehs good graces.
But now you just might try a little harder if it means you get to see Stevie again.