I’m more a drawer than a writer so I hope you guys are enjoying this idea I had cooking for a while. Thanks!
You sprang up from your bed and threw off your bed sheets, running over to your desk where you left the small red box. You slowed mid way and crept slowly over to peak at the inside of the box to see if that creature was still there.
Looking into the box not only did you see that same blue button like chicken fetus from before, you were dismayed by the presence of what was clearly stinky doodoo splotched all over the small pillow inside the box and around the things rump. A horrid smell emanated from that side of the room, and despite being only as big as a bottle cap, that tiny creature had smeared the entire inside of the box in the worst smelling shit imaginable.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ me!” your shout of anger had stirred to shit gremlin to life, it shakily lifted its head off the pillow it had been sleeping on. Raising its snout in the air it had taken a few whiffs of its own putrid excrements before becoming visibly distressed.
p-peep peep pe-EP PEEP PEEP PEEP
It began again that grating peeping you had been dealing with since the thing had arrived only about an hour ago. You resided yourself in cleaning the shit babbeh and began pulling tissues from a box. The babbeh now awake and peeping incessantly was silenced by your comparatively giant hand reaching down into the box, pulling it out to place it on a pile of tissues you had prepared on your table.
The babbeh thing was covered in its shit that had the consistency of brown gravy, stinking to high heaven that would have made you gag were you not of a stronger constitution. You left it there on the pile of tissues and ran with the box to the bathroom to try and clean the shit covered pillow.
You were in no mood to touch any shit so you did your best to remove it by running the whole box and pillow under the bathroom sink on full blast. Thankfully the shit had not seeped deep into the pillow, however the box had lost a little structure from getting thoroughly soaked.
After having to unfortunately squeeze the water out of the pillow you feverishly scrub your hands twice with soap and scalding water. Discarding the red box you run over to your room with the halfheartedly cleaned pillow pinched between your finger tips. Reaching the table you see the poopoo babbeh had crawled off the pile of tissues you had laid it on and was dragging its shit sleaked body all over your desk.
*eep…eep…peep *
“Aw! Come on-!” You began shouting before realizing the turd child was about to fall off the edge of your desk. You dive to catch the thing but remembered it was covered in doodie and jerked your hands, letting the thing fall on your floor.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the floor to your room was carpeted and the caca creature landed with a relatively soft plop. Shit now blotted the spot on your carpet underneath the babbeh and it once again raised its alarm.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! *
You throw the small pillow on your desk and proceed to clean the shit smears all across your desk before even bothering to look at the wailing shit nugget. After making sure your gaming area was cleared of any shit you then grabbed another handful of tissues. You went to pick up the little dung beast and cradled it in the tissues covering your hands.
Its squealing had now dropped in its fervency as you tried to multitask, scrubbing the carpet with one hand and wiping the babbeh in the other. Rubbing your left hands fingers you attempted to use the tissues to clean the shit covering the babbehs underside, rump and below its chin.
Cheep! cheep! cooo cooo
This unaffectionate scrubbing seemed to soothe the babbeh enough that it began cooing again. It kind of made you sick how easily this thing would relax from the most simplest of actions and from the lightest physical contact.
Whatever you thought, as you finished up cleaning the carpet and babbeh of shit. You picked up the smallest Amazon box you had been hoarding, (You probably had a shopping problem) and placed the babbeh back onto the small pillow and into the cardboard box. The babbeh was now suckling at its ‘hoofsie’ and was quiet apart from the occasional suck sucking sounds it made.
You slumped down on your desk chair in a manner similar to how you had in the kitchen this afternoon. You had wanted to sit there and just drift off but you knew you had to do something. You pried open your laptop and went to the only place you could think of, your favorite site, Fluffy dash community dot com, and began looking up some community posts you’ve seen before.
Could Fluffies be made into the real world we live in? If Fluffies were real, how would we all react? I wish Fluffies were real?
You got sidetracked by that artist that made big boobied anthro fluffies again but besides that you came out with not much answers. Most made it clear that they didn’t want to deal with these hell gremlins, or some would admit to doing heinous things. All very entertaining threads and discussions, but that didn’t help with the fact that as far as you knew, this singular Fluffy babbeh was the only one to exist in this universe of yours.
Perhaps it was a berenstain–berenstein bear situation and you had crossed over to a different dimension, but that was quickly debunked by the mere existence of the website you were browsing. Whatever the case you had to think of what you were gonna do with this living fictional creature. You thought long and hard about what to do, and had made a list of things you did know about yourself.
You always enjoyed abuse stories as a form of tension relief as you knew these Fluffy things were not real and made to be intentionally deserving of their fate. You had often fantasize about what you would do if these were real and you had free reign to do whatever you’d like to a bio toy. You always did have a sort of a complex when it came to controlling things like insects or even computer game civilizations.
You thought about all these things and the idea that you had an actual Fluffy, perhaps the only one in existence, stirred within you a tiny part that was malicious.
You looked over across your desk at the tiny box where the small pathetic creature slept soundly, your head starting to fill with all manner of scenarios and stories you could remember to reenact. A slight grin touched the corner of your mouth.
As you look over at the creature, almost silent as though it knew your intentions, just beyond the box in your line of sight is a picture frame you had at the corner of your desk.
Your thoughts suddenly stop and your mind clears as you see a photo of Prince, your little Bichon Frise dog that had passed a few years ago, looking back at you with his teddy bear-like eyes and open mouth smile. You pick up the photo and stare at it for a while, you never really cried when you had to put him down but you never really got over having to do it. That dog was a true part of the family for everyone but he was everything to you.
“…I’m no abuser…”
You put the picture frame down and look back at the small creature sleeping on your desk, arms length away with its hoof in its mouth. It had long stopped sucking and was in a deep sleep.
You picked up your phone and opened up Youtube again, you found the Mummah Wub Babbehs song in your Youtube history and played it on loop in a low volume setting.
Turning away you climb back into your bed and finally drift off to sleep as well.
To Be Continued