Hiro sat in his pen at the O’Connor’s Fluffy Emporium. Hiro was left alone after his family had all been adopted, or bought to be used as pets, or as stress relief.
Hiro was a Alicorn, normally that would make him hot merchandise, but unfortunately, Hiro was a… unique case. Hiro wasn’t for sale, although young, Hiro had a set of full length wings, capable of gliding large distances. His horn was almost Four inches long, and was sharp, just like his mother Jackie. He was a mutation, one that was able to give offspring his large wings, and very rarely, his horn passed down a generation.
After O’Connor’s went up, it was a massive Fluffy lover/hater attraction, subspecies, micros, even a few Cannibal Fluffies were for sale at O’Connor’s. All except Hiro. All Hiro wanted was just for once, he’d get to stay with his family when they were adopted. It was Hiro’s constant dream, every night he would dream of getting adopted with his special friend, his babbehs, he’d go with them to see there new home! It was always beautiful.
But every time Hiro’s ‘Family’ would get adopted, he would be alone again, spending time along until the next Mare was brought to him, so he could lie to himself. “Dis time gon’ be diffewent” he repeat over and over. But it never was.
What made things worse was the keeper that was in charge of Hiro. His name was Brendan, and he hated Fluffies with all his heart. Every time you’d be happy, thinking about your foals growing up, Brendan would be there to say horrible things. “Your kids are being used as fish food!” “They never loved you!” Things like that were so common, Hiro didn’t even react to them that much anymore.
Hiro was only a year old. He has had 3 families, each have left him. And once again, he is alone, alone to think about… Well what fluffies think about, Sketty, Nyu Daddehs an Mummahs, Nyu Homes. Stuff like that.
“Wow! Hes so cool!” came a young voice from behind the plexiglass door of his pen. “I don’t see a price tag young man, is he for sale?” another older voice asked, great, Hiro thought. ‘Another group of people getting told he was off limits’. “Wha-? OH! Yeah Hiro is a bit of a special case here, see hes actually one of the Owner’s Fluffy’s Grand-kids, We don’t really ever plan on selling him tho.” Brendan said, almost teasing Hiro at this point.
“Well can you get the Owner? We seem to be very interested.” The Deeper Voice said. “I’m sorry sir but really he’s no-” Brendan tried to shoot them down again, but was interrupted by a familiar voice! “Hi there, I’m the Owner. Names Clint. Brendan helping you guys find a Fluffy you want?” It was him! You knew him! Your Mummah Jackie knew him! Was he going to let you go with a new family?!
“Daddy! Daddy! Please can we get this one! Hes super cool!” The smaller voice asked. “You guys wanna meet him?” The Familiar Voice asked. “YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!” The smaller voice replied, almost making you think you were about to get a new owner!
“Well you heard the boy Brendan, Get Hiro outta there and let em bond a bit!” It was happening! It was finally happening! “Sir are you sure? He been a very great breeder for us and I do-” The Plexiglass door opened and Hiro could see the Voices faces! The pen was small with no real room to run and play, now Hiro could run! “Well it’s a good thing I pay you to just sell Fluffies not manage them eh?” A Large set of hands was coming into the pen, Hiro made the universal ‘Upsies’ pose, being picked up and coddled by the giant man was so new to Hiro, he was finally being loved! “Nyu Daddeh?” You instinctively asked.
“Oh not me little guy, but maybe this little sir would like to take ya home?” The big man set you down in another set of arms, these ones much smaller, it was the Young voice! He was so nice smelling and warm! “N-nyu Daddeh?” you asked again. “Maybe!” the bigger voice behind the smaller said. “So… How much is Little Hiro here?”
“Hmm… Well he seems to like you both well enough, 50 and we call it a deal!” The Big voice said, reaching out his not-hoof. “Sounds like a deal!” the two voices shook not-hooves, and you were whisked away into a metal Munsta, it was scary at first, but then you remembered you had your little and big Daddeh now! Things would finally be going well!
“Hewwo? Nyu fwend?”
Hiro woke up, looking around to see he… He was still at the pen… Standing in front of him was a Pretty Violet Alicorn Mare. He had dozed off and dreamed again…
Hiro sat with his head in between his fore-legs and cried. “Why nyu fwend hab sad wawas? Nu be saddies!” This new Mare didn’t understand… She never would. Even with the Plexiglass door open and the lights dark she would never-… Open?
Hiro moves past the mare and looks out of the Pen, its open. The store is empty, he looks back at the mare, unfurls wings, and simply says. “Hiwo am weaving, bye-bye!”
As fast as he could he glided down to the floor, and hoofed his way over to the big glass doors that opened. He had made it there with no problem, but to your surprise, they opened! You even heard a nice man! “Welcome to O’Connor’s Fluffy Emporium! Enjoy the visit!”
You were outside. It was nice an cool during the night. You didn’t like the dark, but it was much more open that your old pen. Hiro looked both ways, to his left, he saw the Black Rock reach far into the mountains, to his right, the City, covered in light and who knows what else?!
For the first moment in Hiro’s life… He was free to make his own choice. The possibilities, the unknown stood before Hiro. As the Alicorn looked both ways, he booked it along the Black Rock towards the Mountains.
Unbeknownst to Hiro following the path he had took, the Violet Alicorn waddled out the doors and sniffed the air, turning to meet the Mountains, she began her leisurely walk to find her Hero. “Nu nee’ tu wush siwwy!”
