(first and short story for this community! Be gentle.)
Listen, I know these things are the scourge of the earth, I know fluffies are everything wrong with society… But… I like mine. She’s a starry-eyed white mare with a white mane to match, ‘good colors’ or so i’ve been told she had but I didn’t think about those things, I’ve seen ones with manes of vomit and putrid brown fur with spatterings of yellow polka dots be good enough companions.
Her name was Liddy, well, it was, but the speech impediment these obnoxious little things have baked in made her “widdee”. She likes being treated like a baby and… Fine, ok, I admit, I indulge it. Her safe room was equipped with a crib, and stuffing her in a nappy keeps the odd feral that get into the garden away from her. She was a foal-in-a-can, so she wasn’t exactly the most social, not knowing that she’s far too old for all of this. Still, I don’t mind dousing her kibble in formula. It comes by the jug these days.
… That was, of course, until I made the mistake of buying Flufftv+. Babbehs! never exactly phased her, because she saw herself as the babbehs! She didn’t want to be a mummah, I often heard her whisper to her foal plush (to which she saw as equal) that she wishes she had a mummah like that. But flufftv+… Instead of the brainrotting nonsense flufftv had, it had a more educational slant, little did I know she was being matured in real time! Her biological clock finally started ticking.
It was one morning, I was having my tea and she was across from me at the table watching the rain buckled into her booster seat when she simply spat out…
“Wun spesho fwen.”
I nearly spat out my drink. “What?”
“Widdee no wun be talkeh babbeh no moa! I want specho fwen and have babbehs!”
“Liddy, that’s sounding like demands.” I made sure she was only as useless as I wanted her to be, complaining about a messy diaper or wanting her paci? Acceptable. Skettis or any of this fucking smarty behavior? A whole three hours in the sorry box.
“Nuhnuhnuhnuh! Widdee no wun demands! Just… wun spechow!”
I bickered with her, as much as you can bicker with a retarded teacup horse, before I did think… Was I spoiling her? Did I just want a foreverfoal and I was making her an idiot brat? Foals did sound cute, I liked taking care of her when she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. But… A spechow friend. And here inlays our problem.
I hate stallions. Predisposure to smarty syndrome, having to see their gross cocks. I hardly liked fluffies outside the baby ones, and my dear Widdy, but all the males that ended up in my garden were drowned in the creek behind my house the second they tried to do the goo-goo eyes at me.
How do you get foals, and a happy satisfied mare without the annoyance of a stallion? I don’t want to go through the process of artificial insemination, and they get terrible separation anxiety… The only way to get out of this was get her a partner, get her pregnant, and then… Make her loathe her partner. The unconditional love fluffies had for humans was only so unconditional for other fluffies that weren’t related to it by blood.
A trip to fluffmart later while she was in a carrier on my chest, she was selecting her colts with great discrimination! She was surprisingly picky.
Lime green missing its leg… No… Blue cobalt demanding skettis…? No, and I went as far to brandish a sorry stick across from him in a bin to give him a spook. Finally she settled on a dancing stallion, one with a bit of heft to it, that was excitedly singing about babies, his sunny pastel yellow fur glistening under the crappy lightbulb in his enclosure. Just a day away from being processed into kibble! 40 dollars later, ‘sunnee’ was part of the family. For now.
Less than a month later, Sunnee had knocked up Liddy, ironically teaching her to be more proper of a mare and give up ‘babbeh’ stuff. He was a bit baby crazy himself. He had… inexplicably, the good makings of a father. Who would’ve known? I seemed to be the only person in existence to run into two good fluffies back to back. Sunnee did act up at first, but i used the sorry stick on him a bit more than what was healthy. Never in front of liddy.
She was knocked up and his time… Was nearly up. I just had to make him entirely unlovable to liddy.
One day I got him alone, Liddy was out basking in the sun in the garden, he was practicing being one part of a massive fluffnest by napping in a coil. It was her, sunnee, her spring green filly we’d named Leek, her mare-to-be with pink wingies named Butter, and a poopie named Bean.
“Oh? Hewwo daddeh! Sunnee am so essited to be soon daddeh! Wuuuv babies, wuv widdee, wuv daddeh!” He beamed a bright smile at me. “That’s nice, Sunnee.” I hummed, irishing up his kibble bowl a little bit with a medicine usually reserved for preparing fluffies to go to the vet. A sleeping hormone, had them out like a brick!
“Wat am dat?” He looked up at me curiously. “You need lots of sleep and energy to be a good dad, this will help you sleep!” I replied with a grin. Fuck, I hated being nice to it, or acknowledging it as a ‘dad’. “Oooh! Yayaya!” He hopped up, doing a small dancie. I roughly pushed him back onto his front hooves. “Save it for the babies! You’ll have to teach them!” I lied, I just wanted to smack the shit out of him.
It was one mouthful, then two, then three… And then he was facedown in the milk-covered kibble, snoring bubbles into his slop. Nasty. I gripped him by the collar pretty roughly, not even a flinch. I smacked him against a wall for a second just to make sure, not a huuhuu, just a thud.
I dragged him out to the garage, and pulled on some gardening gloves. Sunnee was a good fluffy, all in all, to any other owner he’d be a godsend… But I didn’t want a stallion. I wanted a dance instructor, at best, because dancie babies are always cute, and a vent for some of my frustrations with liddy. All in all, it would take about… Six months for the fluffies to get to cute age. A modification a month, i told myself, and it was only january after all…
The first month was when chirpies were no more than death magnets, little ketchup packets that screamed and shat everywhere. No use in even trying to potty train them yet. Stallions were expected to exhibit toughy behaviors in these times, to compensate for how vulnerable the mare and her chirpies were… So I have to smash those expectations, of course!
I laid Sunnee on his side, and spread his back legs. Fluffy nuts disgusted me, so I took great pleasure in lining up a nail to their side… Just in the right position that it would penetrate both. I’ve never actually done anything as far as hardcore abuse like this before, so I flinched before hammering it in. A perfect penetration, both nuts were skewered on a carpentry nail. Here was the hard part - where dabbling in sewing got me - if his mare was aware he had something in him - if he was - this plan would fall apart. So I had to sew flaps of his testicles together to hide the top and bottom of the nail.
A day later, everything had gone to plan. Budget neutering him took off some of his excitement for having a partner, and a lot of his competency. He was beginning to be about as needy as his babies, only he had the words to vocalize to his mare. “Wan huggies…?” “Wan spechow friend huggies…?” “Want kibbuwh…?” Liddy was up to her limit dealing with yet another baby, one that was supposed to be doing all these actions for himself!
“Nu!” Liddy said, stomping her foot, ironically shaking a foal off her teat. “Why sunnee am acting dummeh? Need helpies with babbeh gwow big an stwong…!” She whined. I snickered, only to hear something I didn’t expect from sunnee.
“… Am sowwy spechow friend, just feel so many worstest owies in special wumps! But das not good weason be dummeh! Am sowwy!”
Dear god. I’ve heard horror stories of resilient fluffies not letting good behaviors into their life, even letting it get so far as avoiding them even when beaten into them, but… Beating a fluffy into a bad fluffy? This… was going to be a lot of work, over the next 5 months. Sunnee was going to be a bad dad, whether he liked it or not.
(Don’t know if I’ll continue this, it was just a test so far. I feel sort of ashamed writing something like this but it was fun! Thank you for reading!)
