“Nu wike’ dawkies!! huuhuu wai speshew’ fwien nu’ save soon-mummah fwom dawkies… Huuhuu… Woxy haf’ wostes’ tummeh-huwties…”
Travis listens through the yellow door. Her name is Roxy, and she still thinks her mate is going to save her. If it wasn’t obvious already, she’s pregnant and probably hasn’t eaten in quite some time. He quickly takes another breath and puts on his best concerned face before rushing through the door.
The door opens and Travis quickly flips the lights on. The mare cries out in fear and surprise, letting out a wet extended fart out of fear. It probably would have been much worse if she had anything left to expel.
“EEEHH!! Wostes see-pwace buwnies!! huuhuu Wai’ Woxy’s see-pwacies gif’ buwnie’ huwties? huuhuu-”
Travis dashes over to the corner of the room where the pregnant mare thrashed around helplessly in the litter box. He quickly bends down, putting on the most concerned voice he can muster.
“Oh my goodness! My poor little Rosie! What’s wrong? It’s okay, Daddy is hear!”
Roxy falls silent for a moment before suddenly panicking even harder. The strange voice behind her she knew wasn’t her special friend, on top of the pain of her tummy babbehs and her hunger all caused her to thrash and cry out in fear and panic.
“EEEEHH!! NU’ HUWT WOXY!!! HUUHUU PWEEZE NU’ NUM’ SOON-MUMMAH!!!”
Travis holds his smile back under his concerned face as he quickly bends down and begins gently stroking the dirty white-mare’s mane, slowly calming it’s thrashing. The mare’s hysterical sobbing calms to a soft whimpering as Travis continues to gently stroke her dirty mane.
Roxy cranes her neck to look up at the strange man now giving her nice petties. It felt nice, and it helped her heart hurties a little bit too. Her stomach suddenly rumbles, causing another wave of tears to flood from her eyes.
“Huuhuu!! Mistuh, whew’ am Woxy’s speshew’ fwien? Nee’ nummies fow tummeh-babbehs an’ fow wostes’ tummeh-huwties! huuhuu…”
Travis continues running his hand down the mare’s dirty mangy back, ignoring the greasy tangled feeling it left on his skin. He strokes her mane gently from ears to shoulder, when suddenly his hands bump into something…
“EEEEHHH NUUU!! WAI’ GIF’ WOXY’S PWETTY WINGIE HUWTIES?! HUUU-”
Travis stops himself from instinctively jerking his hand away. Instead, he gently pulls and lifts his hand from the mares dirty back, taking note of the blood now staining his hand where it brushed against her wing. This mare is an Alicorn. A PREGNANT alicorn. Travis almost couldn’t believe what he had sitting right in front of him. He almost lost it right there.
He pulls a small cloth from his back pocket and wipes away the blood from his hand before folding it to a clean side and using it to gently dab away the fresh tears from the mares cheek fluff.
“Sweety…”
He says in his most comforting voice
“Why are you calling yourself Roxy? Your name is Rosie. We’ve talked about this.”
He gently wipes away more tears before reaching into his pocket and producing a small sugar cube. He places the sugar cube in his palm before carefully holding up just below the mare’s snout, causing her to flinch away in fear before the smell reaches her nose.
“NU HUW-”
-sniff-sniff-
“Dat…Am…Nummies…?”
She hesitates for another moment before slowly bending her head down and picking the sugar cube up with her front teeth. She quickly gobbles it up, the sugar causing her mouth to tingle after going so long eating only grass and rotten fruit peels.
She chews it for a few seconds before allowing herself to swallow it, savoring every second of the sweet sugary bliss. Fresh tears well up in her eyes as she looks back up at Travis.
Travis looks back down at her with a warm smile. He scratches her mane again before pulling out another sugar cube and offering it to the mare, which she wolfs down this time without hesitation.
“Shhh, it’s okay my little Rosie. You’re safe. You just had a bad dream, that’s all. It’s okay, daddy is here now.”
Roxy sniffles, then looks up at Travis with a confused expression.
“Fwuffy am Woxy… Wai’ caww Wosie?”
Travis gently lifts and Rotates the mare so that she’s facing him, giving Roxy her first actual look at the man giving her nummies and pets. His clean, calming demeanor put’s her a little bit more at ease.
Travis slowly sits down next to the litter box before looking back down at the fluffy.
“Sweety, your name is Rosie. It says so right there on your pretty little collar. See?”
Travis gently reaches down, carefully showing bending the tag of the collar upward enough for the Mare to see.
“See? Rosie. Right here.”
Roxy bends her head down until she can see the pretty little collar tag hanging from her bloated neck. She couldn’t read, but she knew what a collar was. Why was she wearing one now? Was she always wearing it? She doesn’t remember having one… Except this nice mister is saying he’s her daddy too! She doesn’t remember having a daddy. Just a special friend…
"Bu…Bu… Wha’ happen’ tu wox… Wosie’s speshiew’ fwien? Whewe am Bwanch?
Travis takes note that her now deceased mate’s name was… Branch? Okay then. He carefully scratches behind her ears again, causing her too quietly coo in comfort.
“The vet said you’d probably have nightmares for a long time. I’m sorry little girl, but you don’t have a special friend named… Branch… It’s okay Rosie. Your head just has some meanie hurties. It’s playing tricks on you because it gave you hurties. It’s okay though, Daddy right here for you every step of the way!”
Roxy’s head begins to hurt as she tries to process everything going on around her. If this was her daddy and her head was playing meanie trickies on her then… What about her tummy babbehs? She had to have a special friend since she had her tummy babbehs!
“Buh wai’ woxy…”
She stumbles over her words a bit, as if contemplating something, before continuing.
“Buh wai Wosie am soon-mummah wif’ tummeh-babbehs if nu’ haf speciew-fwien?”
Travis pulls his hand away and folds his arms across his chest, staring right down into her eyes.
“Rosie, you don’t remember the mean monster fluffy who gave you bad… special huggies… at the park forever ago?”
Travis struggled to get out the strange fluffy lingo, but at least he knew fluffys had no real sense of time. He didn’t need to worry about packing any actual details into his fabricated story.
Roxy shrinks back into herself a little. She couldn’t remember any park or any mean stallion giving her bad special huggies. She did remember Branch giving her the best special huggies ever. Was her thinky-place playing more mean tricks on her again? She loves Branch. She thinks? Or was Branch the meanie stallion? She shakes her head, trying to stop her thinky place from playing tricks on her. A dead leaf that had been hidden in her matted fluff suddenly falls loose, fluttering to the ground. It looks just like one of the leaves from her pretty nest!
Travis watches as a million thoughts raced through the bloated mares head. Confusion, sadness, anger, happiness, despair… He watches as the leaf shakes loose from her fluff and flutters to the dirty sand of the litter box. He doesn’t panic. He simply smiles and picks up the leaf.
“It’s okay little Rosie, see? We went to the park today and you’re still dirty. In fact, you’re covered in litter too. Let’s get you clean in a nice warm bath, then we can get you some dinner.”
Roxy sputters and whimpers to herself, powerless to stop her daddy from picking her up. Travis stand up and gently wraps his hands around the bloated fluffys sides. He feels the dirty, oily matted fluff entangled between his fingers, covering his skin in who knows what kinds of horrible things. Travis can feel his fingers slowly tighten as he picks up the fluffy, holding her upside-down at arms length to buy as much time as he could in case she decided to have an accident on the way to the tub.
Roxy squeaks as she feels Travis digging his finger nails into the thinly stretched flesh on either of her sides. She lets out a squeak but can’t let anything else out as she feels the air forced from her lungs and her body hoisted into the air. The world around her is suddenly flipped, and the blood is rushing to her head as Travis rushes her out the Yellow door and into a pitch dark hallway. She’d screech in panic if she could, but all she can do is make what little scardie peepees that she can as she’s carried into the dark.
Travis grimaces slightly and tightens his grip further as the squirming mare in his hands begins pissing all over herself. Luckily, he had made it into the bathroom just in time for the piss to miss his carpet and drip onto the tiled floor in front of his sink.
Travis drops Roxy in the sink with a soggy “FWUAMP” before turning and flipping on the light switch, illuminating the bathroom as he closes the door behind him.
Roxy hits the sink, landing on her injured wing and flooding her lungs with a sudden painful rush of air. She sucks in the air, coughing roughly and crying out in pain.
“EEHH!! huuhuu-cough hack- wostes’ wingie-huwties!! huuhuu wai’ daddeh huwt woxy? Huwties’ am bad fow’ tummeh’ babbehs!”
Travis says nothing as he turns to turn on the water for the bath. He adjusts the water to a perfect warm temperature, then slowly turns to the crying fluffy in his sink. Shit, dropped her on her bad wing… Well, lesson for the future. He looks down at the sobbing fluffy, watching her as she tries rotating the weight off her injured wing. Without a word, Travis reaches down and delivers a gentle flick to Roxy’s nose. Not hard enough to injure, but hard enough to sting.
Roxy peeps in surprise, uselessly wiggling her stubby hooves in an attempt to rub her now stinging snout.
“Huuhuu wai’ gif smew’-pwace huwties!! huuhuu”
Tears build in her eyes as Travis stares down at her, his smile now melted to a stern expression.
“Rosie, you called yourself Roxy again. Listen to me. That isn’t your name. I understand you may have a hard time remembering, but that doesn’t mean you can keep calling yourself something you aren’t. You’re name is Rosie.”
Roxy’s head begins to throb again as she once again tries to process what was happening. Travis takes this moment of distraction to quickly dunk and scrub the hell out of the mare. He can feel her sputtering and struggling, but this was something that needed to be done. He ignores her cries of pain as he scrubs her broken wing clean, making sure the wound completely clean before checking the rest of her body for any more wounds. After confirming her wing was her only injury, Travis quickly pulls her from the tub and begins drying her off with a towel hanging from the nearby rack.
Roxy only whimpers now, but calms once she feels the moisture being pulled from her fluff. Once she was nice and clean, Travis could finally get a good look at her. A beautiful glittering snow white fluff, with a matching set of wings. Her mane and tail where an equally impressive glittering gold color, and much longer and more flowy than your average fluffy. Her horn was a twist combination of the two colors, meeting perfectly at the tip. Travis can only imagine exactly how much money she could truly be worth.
“Wox…Wosie smeww’ su pwetty! Fank’ ou’ daddeh!”
Travis drys his hands with the towel and smiles down at Roxy.
“Of course my little Rosie. Anything for you! Now let’s get you some dinner!”
Roxy perks up at the thought of food, her tummy rumbling as if her tummy babbehs were excited too! She coos and purrs as the pretty smell of the soap her daddy used in her bath fills the bathroom around them. Suddenly, the world goes dark as a heavy weight presses down on her from above.
“oof! Wai’ dawkies?? huuhuu nu’ wike dawkies!!”
Travis looks down at Roxy as he drops another towel on top of her. Then another. Then another. Then another. Until she was now coverd in 7 sprawled towels. Travis grins and quietly opens the bathroom door as Roxy sobs beneath the pile of linens. He quietly steps over her, standing behind the towel wad facing the open door.
“Oh no, my little Rosie, where have you gone? Please don’t leave your poor sad daddy again! I just couldn’t take the…Heart…Hurties…?”
Travis grins as he takes a step back to wind up.
Roxy hears the muffled sound of her daddie’s voice, but she cant see where it’s coming from! She begins to panic as the towels begin to slowly fill her mouth and suffocate her. She can do nothing except try to cry out, but forming words is now almost impossible. She only lets out what little muffled cries she can.
Travis sticks his thumb up in front of his face, closes his eye and sticks his tongue out in a cartoonish fashion. He lines up his shot, then grins.
“Oh no mister dark monster! Don’t hurt my little Rosie! She’s going to be a mummah soon!”
Travis winds up his leg before letting loose a mighty kick straight into the towel wad on the floor in front of him. There’s a muffled cry as Roxy flies through the air, straight into the wall of the hallway before falling to the floor with a THUMP.
Travis quickly hides his grin as he rushes out into the hall, unwrapping the mare from her towel prison. The kick and wall impact were absorbed mostly by the towels, but she was still dizzy and disoriented. Travis quickly picks her up before calmly walking back to the safe room behind the Yellow door, acting as if nothing had happened.
Roxy sputters and tries to make sense of what just happened before she suddenly feels herself being lifted and carried away. She was too dizzy to realize exactly where she was, but she knew she wasn’t on the ground anymore.
“Wha? Whewe am-”
Travis carries her over to the soft kibble filled food bowl in the corner of the room before roughly dropping her from waist level straight onto her rear end. She hits the ground and comically rolls forward onto her belly, her face falling perfectly in front of the food bowl to eat.
She wines and stares down at the the food before her. She smells it a bit before digging into it as if it would be the last meal she eats. Travis simply grins and watches as more and more ideas begin to flood his head. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be a good time.