Huggies for Jack by Karn

Anthony peered around the varied pens of the Fluff-Mart, the bright pastels and excitable chittering of the fluffies giving him a migraine. Still, his daughter Rebecca had been asking for one of the BioToy’s for years now, and he was out of excuses to say no. Leaning over the fluff-proofed gating, Anthony watched as a nearby mare nursed her foals, the fluffy mother singing to the chirping pile to keep them calm.

“Mummah wuv babbehs…”
“Babbehs wuv mummah…”
“Dwink wots of miwkies…”
“Gwow big an’ stwong!”

“*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…tum’eh fuww…*chirp…*chirp…*chirp…”

“*chirp…*chirp…ba’beh wan miwkes!!! *chirp…*chirp…ba’beh hun’gy!!! ba’beh hun’gy!!!”

“*chirp…*chirp…nu faiw! *chirp…*chirp…nu faiw!”

“*chirp…*chirp…ba’beh hun’gy tu…”

“Sowwy babbehs…Mummah onwy hab tu miwky pwaces…Babbehs hab tu wait deww tuwn fow miwkies…”

Hearing this sent the foals onto a frenzy of peeps and chirps, clearly too young to comprehend why they had to wait. Only one of the foals, an earthie colt with blue fluff and black mane was quiet, seemingly more aware that his mother couldn’t feed them all at once. Anthony watched as the blue colt waited patiently until it was his turn to nurse, already convinced that he’d found the perfect fluffy for his daughter. Walking up to a younger teen wearing a pastel blue Fluff-Mart jumpsuit, Anthony asked the young man a slew of questions, a few about fluff-care, but most about the colt that had caught his eye.

“He’s well behaved sir, most of them are. But he isn’t weaned yet, so you’ll have to bottle feed him for a few more days, possibly even a week.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Once their eyes are open it’s less of a hassle. We sell formula, bottles, the works. But even so, customers usually adopt them a little older, or with their mother to avoid separation issues and…”

And there it was. Just like when he was a kid himself, and would pester and plead to his dad, saying that he needed not just one action figure, but the whole playset. “Nice try, kid. But I won’t fall for the upsell. Just the foal, please. And whatever my girl will need to take care of it.”

After a brief listing of what he’d need to care for the young foal, Anthony had the attendant gather up everything and bring it to the counter while he himself went to retrieve the colt. Against their repeated advice, he had another employee give him a small carrier and unlock the gate, walking past the plethora of excited fluffies, many trotting towards him in the hopes of being adopted.

“Hewwo nices’ mistuh! Be nyu daddeh fow fwuffy?”

“Fwuffy am gud! Mistuh wan gud fwuffy?!”

“Wuvs! Fwuffy jus’ wan huggies an’ wuvs!”

Ignoring the pleas of the unwanted BioToys, Anthony walked over to the fluffy mare. She was curled up around her foals, who had formed a fluffpile before taking their afternoon nap. Seeing him approach, the mother only smiled as she glanced towards him, not wanting to disturb her children. Only when he was right next to her did she softly address him.

“Nices’ mistuh hewe tu see babbehs? Babbehs gown sweepies wite nao…”

Anthony was almost caught off guard by the way she spoke to him, the oddly personal nature of it giving him pause. He had heard that the strange little BioToys could speak, but engaging in a conversation felt so strange. Anthony expected all of them to be more like the fluffies that had flocked to him, like children eager for a parent’s attention. But here was a mare that not only knew why he was here but was aware enough to mention that her offspring were too tired at the moment. He chuckled at that, shaking his head at how easily he’d been duped, even for a moment. Realistic or not, it was called a BioToy for a reason.

“Almost had me there for a second…” Anthony leaned down and reached into the foalpile, prompting a bout of panicked chirps and peeps from the babies, as well as the mare trying her best to pull her foals closer to her belly, wanting desperately to shield them from the stranger.

“Babbehs tu widdew fow upsies! An’ babbehs am scawed nao…P’wease weeb babbehs awone mistuh…”

Ignoring the mare, Anthony simply reached past her fluff and grasped at the scruff of the blue colt, the foal now screeching as it dangled between his fingers.

“*screeeeeee!!! *chirp…*chirp…nuuuuuuu!!!” mu’mah!!!

Placing the foal within the small carrier, Anthony was surprised just how loud the tiny creature was, hopeful there was some kind of volume knob or something. He walked back towards the entrance, the mother calling after him even as he left her sight. As he paid for the foal and the varied fluff supplies, Anthony was oblivious to the employees who shut the fluffgate behind him and were now trying in vain to calm the pink mare.


“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! He’s perfect, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, honey…”

Anthony’s daughter, Rebecca peered through the slots of the carrier door, watching the blue foal as it trembled against the back corner, too frightened to open it’s eyes. Opening the latch, the excited ten year old reached in and pulled out the colt, eliciting a panicked screech followed by a bout of peeps and chirps, the confused fluff desperately trying to alert his mother to where he was.

“*screeeeeee!!! mu’mah!!! *chirp…*chirp…”

“Aww…he knows who I am…must be so scared in this big new house…Don’t be scared…Mommy is here…”


It was a rough few first days for the blue colt, the foal mostly crying for his mother, confused as to where his family was. There was a little girl who took care of him, bottle fed him, read him stories, even tucked him into his warm little nest, complete with nightlight. Even so, sometimes he wept and even cried out when he woke, always shaken by waking in the strange new place. That made the scary man who had taken him angry, always telling the girl to quiet the foal down or else.

Still, as the days went on, and he began to chirp less and speak more, he slowly forgot all about the Fluff-Mart and his old parents, accepting that the girl who named him Midnite was and had always been, his mother. But even as he grew to love Rebecca, the fickle child was already outgrowing him, annoyed that he now asked her questions nearly nonstop, or would whine and beg when she had to leave. One day, when the colt couldn’t quite make it to the litterbox, and she came home to find a large trail of his waste, Rebecca simply had enough.

“Sowwy!!! Midnite sowwy mummah!!! Midnite nu mean tu!!! Wus an aksa’dent…”

Rebecca glared down towards the colt, fuming as she saw the waste on it’s hooves from where the stupid creature had tried to either clean or hide the accident, the small pile having been smeared into a huge mess. After a few moments, the foal grew nervous, unsure of why his mother was quietly staring at him.

“Mummah otay? Wai mummah nu maek tawkies tu Midnite? Mummah nee’ huggies?”

Before the colt could further spread the mess, Rebecca leaned down and grabbed Midnite by his scruff, the foal now flailing as he tried to shake himself loose from her painful grip.

“*SCREEEEEEE!!! Ba’ upsies!!! *chirp…*chirp…Nu gib Midnite ba’ upsies!!! *chirp…*chirp…P’wease!!! Wet Midnite down!!!”

“How are you even louder now?!”

Carrying the colt out of her room and down the stairs, with Midnite squealing and shrieking as he shook from each step, Rebecca looked around until she finally saw her father, knelt over in the kitchen and seemingly trying to repair their freezer.

“Daaadddyyy!!! Midnite made a mess!!! He isn’t supposed to make a mess!!!”

Lost in the task at hand, Anthony continued to fumble about with the freezer’s exposed innards, clearly unaware of whatever was wrong.

“Well honey, did you put in the right kind of batteries? Or maybe he just needs new ones?”

“He doesn’t take batteries daddy!!! He didn’t use his litterbox!!! And now I have to clean it up!!!”

Okay then, how about you put him and his things in the attic for now, and I’ll sort it all out later. Okay honey?

Still angry but well aware that was the best she’d get out of her father while he was busy, Rebecca walked back up the steps, with Midnite slowly calming down as they went back to the second floor. His mummah had seemed so mad before and he didn’t quite understand what she and the scary man were talking about, but at least she was taking him back to their room. And when she put him in his bed, he looked up and smiled, knowing that she had forgiven him.

‘‘Tank yu mummah…Midnite sowwy fow aksa’dent…Midnite nebah maek ba’ poopies gain’…"

“Oh I know…”

Midnite watched as his little mother grabbed his food dish and his litterbox, sneering at the mess he had made again before grabbing his bed, the abrupt movement startling the colt as he was yet again at a dizzying height.

“*SCREEEEEEE!!! *chirp…*chirp…TU HI!!! MIDNITE TU HI, MUMMAH!!! *chirp…*chirp…”

Ignoring Midnite’s pleas, Rebecca took him out of her room and into the hallway, making her way to a smaller staircase that the colt had never seen his mother use. Trying to hold onto the bed as he bounced around from Rebecca’s hurried pace, Midnite fell on his back, breathing hard as his tiny heart hammered in his chest. He shrieked abruptly from one last tumble, as his little mother casually dropped his bed onto the attic floor, putting his food dish and litterbox nearby before heading back to the steps and blocking it with a few boxes on her way out.

“Teach you to shit on my floor…”

It took a few minutes for Midnite to fully recover from all the shaking, the foal having reverted to a peeping and chirping mess as he slowly crawled on his belly, retching from the vertigo.

“*chirp…*chirp…Mummah…*chirp…*chirp…Babbeh maek sickie wawas…Nee’ huggies…”

His vision returning to normal, the colt stretched his hooves to the edge of his pillowbed, pulling himself up as he looked for his mother.

“*chirp…*chirp…Mummah?”

His little mamma nowhere to be seen, Midnite now saw the dimly lit, dingy room that he had been left in. It was dusty, and the only window was covered with a thick, black curtain, with precious little light getting through. Now painfully aware of how dark it was, the battered colt waddled as fast as he could to where the muted sun struck the floor.

“*SCREEEEEEE!!! *chirp…*chirp…NU WAN SCAWY DAWK PWACE!!! *chirp…*chirp…”

Falling over his awkward nubs as he reached the only bright spot in the room, Midnite fell over, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. Chirping and peeping, he began to tremble as he anxiously glanced about the room, desperate to find his mother and leave the frightful place.

“*chirp…*chirp…Wewe am mummah?! *chirp…*chirp…Wai mummah weeb Midnite hewe awone…”

Midnite’s hoof began to rap against the hardwood floor involuntarily, as it often would when Rebecca left him alone. But the colt could tell that this wasn’t the same, that as bad as it had been when his little mother would leave him sometimes, she always said she’d be back. She’d never seemed so angry before either, at least before he’d had his accident. It then dawned on Midnite that this had all happened because he had been too late to the litterbox, and only bad fluffies made bad poopies.

“*chirp…*chirp…Midnite sowwy fow ba’ poopies mummah…*chirp…*chirp…Nu mean tu…an’ nebah maek ba’ poopies gain’…*chirp…*chirp…Midnite be gud fwuffy fow mummah…”


After hours of crying and aimlessly calling out for his mother, Midnite fell asleep, his exhaustion outweighing his anxieties. Waking early the next morning, the colt had nearly forgotten what had happened and shrieked as his eyes fluttered open to the unfamiliar sight of the attic.

“*SCREEEEEEE!!! *chirp…*chirp…”

Scrambling blindly, Midnite screamed and ran about erratically, unsure where he was and why he was alone. Peeping with each panicked step, the colt’s head jerked about wildly, desperate seeking his mother as he scurried about the attic, his journey abruptly halted as he slammed headfirst into a pile of boxes.

“*oof Owwies! *chirp…*chirp…”

Midnite collapsed to the ground as he shook his head from the blow, oblivious to the fact that the pile of boxes he struck were tumbling down, their contents spilling out next to him. Peeping and wiping away tears with his nub, the colt was stunned that when he looked around, he was surrounded by toys. Brightly colored balls larger than he was, picture books, crayons, construction paper, more than the little foal could imagine.

“Toysies!!!”

The colt had seen toys before, he was sure of it. But being so young, he’d never had any to play with of his own. Walking past the crayons and paper, Midnite giggled as he nuzzled against the plastic balls with his head, chasing after them playfully. After ten minutes, the foal was exhausted, breathing heavily as he waddled to the picture books, taking a much needed break. Flipping through the pages, Midnite was astounded by the delightful and colorful pictures. Vibrant trees, clear blue skies, and some strange looking animals that he couldn’t recognize. Lost in thought, it was only when Midnite’s mouth began to feel dry that he stood up from the books, peering sullenly over at his upturned bowl.

“…Midnite tuwsty…an’ nee nummies…”

The foal fought the urge to call out for his mother, memories of the previous day coming back as he remembered how angry she had gotten. Tearing up slightly, Midnite turned his attention back to the pile of toys, deciding to draw some of the pretty pictures from the books he’d perused. With the crayons being so large, the colt opted to sit on his haunches and hold them between his two front hooves, carefully etching and coloring in his project. Some trees here, grass there, and a bright sun with a big happy smile and he was finished. Laughing with joy, the colt picked up his picture as best as his small frame would allow, looking around out of habit.

“Wook! Midnite maek a pwetty pictuwe mumm…”

Seeing only the dim walls of the attic all around him, Midnite’s ears drooped as he began to joylessly chirp. There were so many toys, and the foal had been enjoying them greatly, but in truth, he was lonely and in need of a friend. Trotting through the toys, the colt sighed and wished for someone to talk to, leaning on a large wooden box in the middle of the pile. Shifting suddenly, Midnite was met with the most pleasing musical tones coming from the box. He had moved some sort of handle on it’s side with his weight, which somehow had made the melodic noise.

“Pwetty sown’ds…”

Pressing the handle with both his hooves, the handle shifted more, and the colt smiled ear to ear as he was rewarded with more of the music. It wasn’t easy due to the sheer size of the wooden box, but with effort, Midnite was able to turn the crank slowly, hearing the tune that the box made and slightly humming along as best he could. Distracted by the joyful song, the colt’s fun was quickly cut off by a loud snapping sound as the top of the box abruptly opened, with a menacing figure springing forth.

“*SCREEEEEEE!!! MUNSTAH!!! *chirp…*chirp…”

His eyes widening as he felt his bladder empty, Midnite fled from the frightful creature, hiding behind his pillowbed, hopeful it wouldn’t see him as he covered his eyes with his hooves. Cowering as he sat on his rear, it was countless forevers before the colt worked up the courage to peer out from behind his bed. Midnite was surprised to see that what came out of the box wasn’t a monster at all. He was huge, at least twice the size of the colt, with pretty, colorful clothes, and a big, happy smile.

“…He…hewwo?”

Coming out slowly, the foal watched as the stranger simply watched, still quietly smiling as Midnite approached him.

“…Nyu fwend? Am nices?”

Waddling up to the box, the foal peered upward to the quiet stranger, happy for the company, even if his potential new friend was a bit quiet. Gazing towards his arms, it dawned on Midnite that they were outstretched towards him. His diminutive tail wagging as he began to smile, the foal fell to his haunches, wiggling his front hooves in the air towards the stranger.

“Upsies!”

Giggling as he struggled to remain still, Midnite waitied for the stranger to pick him up, stretching his nubs as far as his little body was able. It took a few minutes before the colt began to grow confused and impatient, his eyes beginning to tear up as he wondered why he was being ignored.

“P’wease upsies?”

Remaining still, the stranger simply stared, his arms still as he smiled down on Midnite. The colt’s bottom lip began to quiver as he sobbed, his nubs drooping to his sides.

“*huuu…huuu…huuu…Wai nu upsies? Wai nu wan wuv Midnite? *huuu…huuu…huuu…Am Midnite ba’ ?”

He was sullen for quite a while, suckling his hoof as he laid on his side. But as the colt peered back up towards the stranger, wiping the tears from his cheek, he noticed that he was still smiling, despite everything. He wasn’t mad like his little mamma, he was happy. Looking to his arms again, it dawned on Midnite that the stranger wasn’t trying to pick him up, he wanted a hug!

“Nyu fwend nu am mad at Midnite…Jus’ wan huggies…”

Rising up to his hooves, the colt’s tiny nubs wobbles slightly, weakened from hunger. Trotting slowly forward, Midnite realized that while he could reach the stranger’s box, his friend was still far out of reach. Standing on his back hooves, the colt tried to reach up against the box, grunting as he struggled to even touch his friend’s hand.

“Am…tu…faw…”

Falling over, exhausted from the attempt, Midnite caught his breath, trying to think of a way to help his new friend. Glancing about the attic floor, the colt saw the toypile again, and had an idea. Forcing himself upright again, the foal made his way towards the toys, pushing them closer to his new friend’s box.

“Nu wowwy nyu fwend…Midnite gib huggies soon…”

Taking a pair of old toy blocks, the colt struggled to get them against the base of his friends wooden home. After shoving the second one into place, Midnite wheezed and gasped, strained from the extreme effort. It was a start, but the foal still had to move the picture book, and while it wasn’t as dense as the blocks, it was wide, and hard for him to drag with his tiny nubs and small mouth. But inch by inch, the exhausted colt worked the book to the blocks, dragging his back hooves against the floor as he tried again and again to lift it onto the blocks.

“Am…su heaby…bu’ fwend nee’ huggies…Midnite nee’ huggies tu…”

After countless failed attempts, the colt finally got the book over the blocks, having now made a ramp up to his new friend. Breathing heavily, Midnite smiled regardless of the pangs in his belly, making his way slowly up the book towards the stranger’s outstretched arms. Feeling them brush againt him, the foal cooed, wrapping his nubs around his friend’s bendy torso as he collapsed from the effort.

“Ny…nyu fwend gib…gud huggies…”


It was a few days later that anyone even bothered to check the attic, Rebecca’s father asking her if she had ever sorted out the problem with her fluffy. Running upstairs, she found him in the middle of her baby toys, splayed over an old jack in the box. More distraught over the loss of something that belonged to her than Midnite’s actual demise, she stormed back into the livingroom, yelling that her foal had died. Wanting to end the outburst, Anthony simply told her he’d take care of it, heading towards the attic with a garbage bag. Noticing all his daughters old toys had been dirtied by the fluff, he sighed and gathered them all up along with the body before walking them to the trash outside.


My entry for the toys in the attic theme.

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Dad seems defeated.

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damn, too good for this sinful earth.
thought he got like, comically impaled by the jack in the box at first

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He has a really bratty kid.

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Ooof, just tossing the toys?

:frowning:

Laziness strikes again.

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At least it seems like he died happy… :c

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He did.
Hugging his new friend and not even realizing he was dying.

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Excellent bleakbox

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hey thats the most we can all hope for with a death, right?

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Indeed

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Perfect depiction of several things that must happen often in the fluffyverse. The nonchalance towards a living being because “it’s not real” was a great theme with all interactions with its new family, from the purchase to disposal. But most of all, Midnite’s fluffy antics were absolutely adorable and really well described! It’s always a joy to read about how the fluffies view the world. :blush:

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