John and Bella #10
As Kori walked away, you wanted to chase him down. You don’t even know what to say at this point. The Bella you took home with you from the fluff store wouldn’t have ever demanded anything from you. She even straight up lectured you at one point for assuming she loved you for your spaghetti. The way she was acting now was a far cry from the fluffy you knew and loved.
Despite all of that, one thing you did know was the severity of the situation and you decided then and there how you were going to handle the situation.
You would be fair. Like Kori said, some things are just in there programming. You wouldn’t keep a large dog from running outside, that’s inhumane. So, if this thing needed to breed and have a herd like environment, so be it.
But, you would also be realistic and reasonable with her. She needed, herself, to understand the severity of the situation as well. She needed to understand how hard this was going to be, and she may need to understand that her, or many of her foals, won’t make it.
This was final. Firm, logical, and sensible. He wasn’t a 15 year old abusefag, nor was he a naive hugboxer or a pretentious neutralboxer. He was just going to be sensible.
“Bella.” John said with a firm tone.
“No. Now, it seems like you need a reminder of daddy’s rules.” Said John, walking towards Bella who was now looking up at him, slightly perturbed.
“Firstly, i said NO. BABIES.” Said john, spanking Bella. Not enough to cause any damage besides maybe some slight bruising, so her foals would be fine, but definetly enough to let her know she messed up.
“Secondly, you do not TELL daddy what to do. EVER.” He said, landing another spanking.
“NUUU!! FWUFFY AM SOWWIES DADDEH! NU HUWTIES! HUWTIES AM BAD FOH TUMMEH BABBEHS!” Cried Bella
“And lastly you LISTEN TO DADDY!” Landing a final spank.
Bella laid in johns lab, a sobbing, huu huuing mess.
“Now, daddy NEVER wants to spank you again but I do NOT like this new attitude.”
“Bewwa nu cawe! Bewwa an speciaw fwend gun wun way an stawt nyu hewd!” Said Bella, looking up at john with tears still in her eyes.
John had never heard Bella talk back to him before, and he honestly had no idea to handle it. On one end, he was actually glad it was this and not another wan die loop. Secondly, he kinda started to understand why folks abuse these things.
“Fine. You know what? Go ahead. If you can run away, I’ll let you and blueberry do whatever the hell you want. Fuck it, I’ll even buy you a damn fluffshed.” Said john.
“Now, go.” He said, waving towards the door and looking at her.
Bella perked up and began smiling. She then closed her eyes and motioned like she was trying to prance forward but… nothing. She just, did… well, nothing. She has no fucking legs I don’t know what else to say here.
“Well? Aren’t you going?”
“Bewwa am! Bewwa jus uh… need resties!” Argued Bella.
“Oh sure! Take all the time you need.”
A very uneventful 5 minuets passes and Bella begins crying.
“Meanie fwoow! Wet Bewwa gu! Nee stawt hewd wif speciaw fwend an tummeh babbehs!” Shouted Bella in pure frustration.
“Bella…” john said, getting on his knees and rubbing his eyes.
“It’s not the floor. It’s you.” Said john, meeting Bella’s now sad gaze. She had realized he was right. Daddy really is the smartest after all…
“You’re not a bad fluffy, or a dummy fluffy. But you’re a special fluffy. I’m sure you could be a great mother, Bella. But it’s going to be too hard. You want your babies to have the best life’s ever, right?”
“Yus daddeh…” whispered Bella, eyes on the floor, softly shedding big, disney tears.
“You couldn’t give them milkies. You couldn’t give them the attention they need. How will you teach the to make good poopies? What will you do if they start hurting each other, or worse if something else hurts them?”
Bella was silent.
“Bewwa nu kno… But Bewwa nee babbehs. An babbehs nee mumma.” She whispered, now being unable to hold back a full fledged sob.
John felt pretty bad, as did Kori who was eavesdropping.
“Hey.” He said.
“Come outside, lets talk.” Said Kori to john.
John stood up, scratched Bella’s ears and dusted the dirt off his knees and made his way outside to talk with Kori.
“What do you think, man?” Asked john, scratching his head.
“You’re not gonna like it.”
“Just lay it on me.”
“John… if she doesn’t have those foals, and raise them, she’s dead.”
John took a deep breath.
“Look… I can keep her and them. They’d be happy here. At least until they’re “big fluffies” and then, Bella can go back to you.” Suggested Kori.
“No, no… she’s my fluffy. She needs to stay with me.”
“John I’m not ‘advising’ you this time. Now, it’s factual. She cannot live through another trauma and her not having those babies would just do her in.”
“I know, I know… I guess I’m having babies, then.”
“Well, we still have to deal with blueberry. I’m assuming you don’t wanna house him?”
“Fuck that little shitpig.”
“Yeah, I figured as much… thing is, if he doesn’t see his ‘nyu famiwy’ he’s gonna end up almost as bad as Bella.”
“That’s your fucking problem, man. I gotta deal with this shit. It’s his fault I’m in this fucking mess.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
“Fuck.” The both sighed in unison.
“Let’s not think too fast.” Said John, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“I told myself I’d be reasonable. Let’s not make any major decisions yet.” He said, trying to sound chipper.
Things were hard, he didn’t wanna make them any harder.
“I guess you’re right. What should I do with blueberry in the mean time, though?” Asked Kori.
“Eh, again, that’s your business. Don’t kill him though unless I say. I may decide to let him move in.”
“Sure. I can do that, yeah.”
“Great. I better grab Bella and take her home. She seems fine but she’s had a rough day, I think.”
John made his way back to shed and grabbed Bella. She was sad, but she didn’t seem limp and dead like she used to feel.
He carried Bella gently to his car and placed her neatly in the passenger seat. Being held by John essentially lulled her to sleep.
Despite her new tummy babies, John was still her whole world and more. He was and will always be her biggest source of comfort.
Kori followed him to his car, and blueberry was tagging along carefully behind him.
“Do you mind if blueberry, uh, has some “talkies” with you?” Asked Kori, trying to hide a laugh.
“Sure.” John walked over, and blueberry sheepishly met him in front of Kori.
“Uh… nicest mistah Jawn. Pweese wuv fwuffy famiwy. An pweese nu be mad at bwuebewwy. Jus wan gib Bewwa heawt happies.” Whispered blueberry to John, looking up at him with the biggest fluffy “am su sowies nice mistah” eyes anyone had ever seen.
“Hey.” Said john, kindly kneeling down and lifting blueberry’s head up gently.
Blueberry met his gaze, and slowly built a shy, cautious and hopeful grin.
“Fuck you.” Said john, getting up and walking to his car without another word.
On his way home, he had tons on his mind. As much as you would imagine. Despite being some semblance of optimism in the air, John still felt so unsatisfied and uncertain. There were too many questions still unanswered.
Should he allow Bella to have her foals?
If so, should he even keep them?
What’s he gonna do with blueberry? Rather he hates him or not, he may be essential to Bella’s happiness.
He’s still wondering, even just a little bit, if Bella herself should even live.
Only time will tell.