Bobo happened to be a very lonely fluffy. The red and yellow stallion never left the house much because his daddeh was a meanie. They used to go to Fluffmart together but not anymore. All daddeh did these days was sit around watching teebee, and not even FluffTV where all the good shows were.
Still, he had a very good thinky-place for imagining new things. It’s how he got his new friend: Treat! Treat was a very pretty yellow & purple mare that existed in his thinky-place. He always imagined they were on special adventures together. Sometimes he gave huggies to his bed and even kissies and imagined it was her.
One day Bobo was in the living room as daddeh was sitting on the couch, drinking stinky wawa and smoking. The fluffy tumbled around and giggled while imagining his very good friend was doing the same. They were having so much fun! Daddeh squinted.
“What in the Hell are you doing?” He asked, a plume of smelly smoke drifting past his lips.
“Teehee…Bobo pwayin’ wif bestest fwend. She am pwettiest fwend.” The fluffy announced cheerfully. The man narrowed his eyes.
“Well tell her to keep it the fuck down!” And that was that. For awhile. Bobo wormed around the floor and kept the ruckus to a minimum.
Several days later, Bobo was in the kitchen with his daddeh. The man poured a bunch of shitty kibble from a giant bag into his food bowl. Marching up to the bowl, the fluffy turned his attention to his imaginary friend.
“Yew am hab nummies fiwst. Dun wowwy, Bobo nu teww yew hab bad poopies.”
His owner narrowed his eyes. All the poopies were firmly in the litterbox. The place wasn’t that large and he could tell when something was awry.
“Oh? You bring another mouth to feed into MY house and she decides to disgrace my authority with shit?” Bobo watched as his daddeh marched up, reached down and grabbed empty air by the food bowl. Fingers curled in as if holding something at arms length.
“NUUUUU! DAT AM BESTEST FWEND, TWEAT! NU BE MEANIE TU FWEND!” The fluffy begged, apparently so deep into the delusion that he was fully believing that his daddeh playing along was real life. The man walked over to the wall where a few sorry-sticks hung on pegs. He selected a thin and wispy one.
“Well. TREAT is going to learn how to behave around here.” He slammed the sorry-stick down in an area of thin air further down from his clenched fingers. Bobo shrieked and plopped down on the ground, hooves going to cover up his eyes.
“SU SCAWY! SHE AM SOWWY! HUUUU!” The little idiot didn’t want to look. Soon he heard the distinctive sound of the sorry-box being brought down from the cupboard. It was an old tin coffee can so it had a very distinctive noise. Daddeh opened up the lid, shoved his arm in there. He put it back into the cupboard.
Bobo knew it wasn’t much use to argue with daddeh. Once the sorry-box came out, you just had to wait it out. Trying to beg only led to more time. He’d learned that the hard way. Still, several days passed which felt like several forever long times to him. The stallion grew limp and listless, falling into a fugue as he no longer had company.
One day though! He heard the sound of the coffee tin clatter onto the kitchen counter. His daddeh was standing there, arm wringing around and then proceeding to ‘pull’ something from the tin. He made a throwing motion to the floor.
“Now you two get the fuck out of here and behave.”
Bobo did behave. Instead of carousing around and acting goofy with his pretend stories, he sat on the floor and listened to his friend tell him stories. His imagination was really running wild. It felt good to have his imaginary pal back.
One day though, he had indeed slipped up and did something bad because that was the fate of most fluffies. He was currently giving his bed special huggies which his daddeh didn’t seem to care about most of the time, surprisingly. This time however?
“enf…enf! Gib Tweat bestest speciaw huggies! Am be daddeh! Bestest daddeh ‘fo babbehs!” His tongue stuck out as he was completely drawn up in his fantasy. Getting up from the couch, his daddeh marched over and kicked the fluffy off of his ‘special friend’.
“Babies? In my house? You’ve done break an unspoken rule. C’mere you little slut.” Reaching down, he grabbed the imaginary mare by her tail. Held it out with a feigned, disgusted expression as if he was carrying a sack of shit.
“Caweful daddeh! Speciaw fwend am soon mummah! Dat am bad uppsies!” Bobo skittered after him as fiction continued. His owner pantomimed placing the mare on the counter, curled his fingers around the imaginary mass. Looked over to his fluffy.
“NUUUU! NU GIB SQUEEZIES! DAT AM BAD ‘FO SOON MUMMAH!” The fluffy was beginning to freak out, knocking his hooves against his owner’s leg. His daddeh squished down, making a disgusting farting sound by blowing air against the inside of his mouth.
“Oh man! Look at this mess! I don’t think Treat made it, but the chirpies seem fine.”
Bobo wailed and screamed. “SPECIAW FWEND! BOBO HEWP BABBEHS! GIB BABBEHS, MEANIE DADDEH!” By now he was trying to tear at his daddeh’s pants with determined tugs of his mouth. Acting as if he had a bundle of something cradled in one arm, the man walked to the freezer. On the way over he made rather convincing peeps and cheeps to add to the fantasy.
“They’re so cute. Oh my gosh. Red, yellow, green, pink. Precious.” Opening the freezer, he took out four freezerburnt chicken nuggets. Hid them from sight so Bobo wouldn’t see. Tossing them on a paper plate, he threw it into the filthy microwave and turned it on.
“NU! BABBEHS! SABE BABBEHS! DEY NU AM NUMMIES!” Bobo fell to the floor, shaking in combined grief from just losing his only and bestest friend. Chirpies too. The microwave dinged, his daddeh taking it out at once. Steaming chicken nuggets were placed in front of the fluffy. He’d never actually gotten to eat nuggets before so in his dumbass brain they might as well be cooked chirpies.
“Eat it.” Munstah daddeh said, pointing down to the plate.
“Nu! Bobo nu munstah! Nu num babbehs!” The stallion protested, until he went over to grab a sorry-stick from the wall. He slapped the punishment tool against one open palm.
Bobo gave scaredy peepees and poopies to the floor. This was the most horrible day ever. Staring down tearfully to the nuggets.
“Daddeh sowwy, babbehs. Su sowwy. Yew am most pwettiest babbehs.” He took a nugget into his mouth, chewed on it as if it were poison, choked it down his throat.
“Oh…what is that I hear? Treat, are you alive!?” Daddeh said, turning to the counter. Bobo wagged his tail with hope.
“SPECIAW FWEND! WUB YEW!” He shouted out.
“Yew am num bestest babbehs! Tweat haechu! Yew munstah!” Daddeh said, back still turned, speaking in a reedy falsetto. Bobo bought that old trick hook, line, and sinker.
“SCREEEEEEE!” The stallion collapsed to the floor, kicked his hooves around. “WAN DIE! WANNNNN DIIEEEEE!”
