John and Bella #13
It had been about a week since blueberry had moved in.
While John still didn’t care much for him, he had to admit it was nice having another fluffy there to help with Bella.
He didn’t love the thing at all, but at this point was a welcome edition to the little herd they had started to cultivate.
On top of that, Bella had been doing really well. She had been watching the Soon-Mummah Show on FluffTV and was learning a lot about what it meant to be a fluffy momma.
She was very excited, and not the least bit nervous. In her eyes, there was nothing to be nervous about. Even if she ended up taking forever sleepies, and even if the birthing process gives her the worst hurties, she was fine with it. She was just excited to have those babies.
John knew she would be a great mom, and while not the religious type, found himself praying things went well.
Blueberry may be annoying and Bella may have caused a ton of trouble, but those foals are just that. Just foals. They haven’t done shit wrong, and with a good owner they could be decent little biotoys. They didn’t deserve the repercussions of a botched pregnancy.
Plus, he was sort of maybe warming up to the idea of having foals run about the little safe room he had made. It was comforting having so much happiness and laughter in the house. A stark contrast from how dull and quiet johns life used to be.
Not much had happened in the week since blueberry has been home. John had spent at least 3-4 hours with them every night, sometimes just observing them and sometimes playing and talking. Bella always loved just having her daddy around and blueberry definitely understood why bella loved him so much. He wasn’t even having heart hearties about his old daddy anymore.
Bella had started gaining lots of weight, which john secretly thought was adorable. He told his friends and family he no longer had a pet fluffy and instead now had a pet ball.
John knew the babies would be coming soon, probably in less than a week or two, and was growing more and more anxious.
He was certain if everything went well, he’d have a happy family on his hands.
Bella had already said numerous times she doesn’t want a “bestest Babbeh.” Most of her soon mummah songs are about how much she loves all her babies. And blueberry went out of his way to fuck a brown, pillowed, abused alicorn runt. He was sure no matter how those foals looked, they’d have a loving mother and father.
But he knew the chances of a best case scenario were slim. They’d probably lose at least one foal being realistic, and there’s a decent chance bella doesn’t survive the birth, which puts him in a whole other mess.
He tried not to think about that though, as it wasn’t doing any good for the situation. He kept his chin up, did plenty of research on the topic, and made sure blueberry and Bella were happy. That’s all he could do at this point.
After playing some bushido blade, he looked at his phone and saw it was time to go feed his fluffies.
Bella had a diet of steel cut oats, bananas and soon momma kibble. John took her diet seriously as he read even small things like that can do wonders for a fluffy.
Blueberry just got plain kibble, and he never complained. For one reason, he was still afraid too. Shy bastard. Secondly, he didn’t mind it too much. It tasted fine and he knew bella needed the “bestest nummies foh bestest tummeh babbehs!”
John got the food together, and made his way to the safe room.
“Otay buh Bewwa stiww fink ou am smewwy.”
“Bwuebewwy am nu smewwy dat am wittah bawks.”
“Weww Bewwa fink ou am wittahbawks.”
“Ou am siwwy speciaw fwend!”
“Heehee onwy cus Bewwa wub ou!”
John heard the babbling and teasing through the safe room door. He, at the very least, found fluffy vocabulary and communication so fascinating. What a toy.
“Hey there kiddos!” Said john, opening the door.
“Daddeh!” They both cheered.
Blueberry has taken a liking to calling john daddy. He would love to have him stop it, but he doesn’t wanna freak him out or make him sad. That could affect bella, and thus the foals.
“Am time foh nummies daddeh?” Asked bella
“Sure is kid.” He said, sitting her bowl in front of her.
“Fank ou foh gib bestest nummies tu bestest speciaw fwend!” Said blueberry, patiently waiting for his boring kibble.
“Hey no problem!” Said john, scratching blueberry’s head.
“Gotta take good care of those babies.” Said john, to any fluffy in particular.
“How’re you feeling today, Bella?”
“Bewwa am otay. Babbehs am bein ruff. Gib huwties but it am otay. Babbehs am jus happies. Babbehs am pway!” Said bella, kinda grimacing there towards the end.
Huh. They’re really not supposed to be moving that much this early, but john was sure everything was fine.
“Well just take it easy and rest as much as you need.” Affirmed john, stroking her mane while she ate.
She really was a really pretty shade of brown. She used to be dark, muddy brown. City sidewalk during a flood brown. But now that she’s happy, isn’t ever lonely, and is eating a quality diet, she’s almost a deep caramel honey color. Her mane and tail were still a deep outdoors green, but regardless, she looked better.
He watched as Bella and her special friend giggled and ate their food.
They were so happy, so innocent. They were truly living out the definition of pure bliss.
Fluffies were programmed to do several things, but mainly:
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Love and be loved by a human
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Get “huggies, wub and housie.”
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Have babies and a special friend.
These two fluffies were fulfilling every aspect of their entire purpose. They were living like what we think movie stars, CEO’s, rockstars, porn stars and celebrity’s live. They had it all.
And they knew it, too. Bella had felt the deepest sense of comfort she had ever felt when she had finally realized john was her “nyu daddeh.” She may come across as ungrateful, but she knows that this is all because of him. She loved him more than he would ever know.
“Daddeh?” Asked bella, now finished with her meal.
“What’s up sweetheart?”
“How time tiww babbehs am hewe?”
“Hmmm… I’m not for sure sweetheart. But you know what to do in case they come soon?”
“Yus daddeh! Bewwa hab tu teww speciaw fwend tu pwess biggest daddeh button on beddie!”
“And if blueberry can’t press it?”
“Bewwa pwess it wif smeww pwace!”
“Good girl, Bella.”
“But bwuebewwy am gud speciaw fwen! Wiww awways be der foh soon mummah an nyu babbehs!” Exclaimed blueberry, growing more and more excited to meet his new foals.
And john was too.
Sometimes he’d come into the safe room when the fluffies were sleeping and just kind of bask in it.
John had entered a pretty bad depression after his long time boyfriend Elias left him a couple years ago. He left because he felt John couldn’t ever take anything seriously, was only focused on his video games, and couldn’t ever legitimately take care of himself or anything else for that matter.
John just became a husk after that. Anything Elias said about him was true, and he knew it. He worked a dead end job, one he never plans on leaving, never kept up his house, just never planned on moving forward in life.
Then came bella. This pitiful, near death from heartbreak, hopeless sack of sad.
John kind of related to her. He felt like he knew her story the second he saw her. Maybe she was a toy but it was the most emotion he had felt in years.
Not only did he feel again, he did something he never had done before:
He cared. And he worked because he cared. He put this fluffy before anything else, for better or for worse, no matter what.
He helped this poor thing go from near death to getting ready to create life. He was proud of himself and of her.
“Daddeh?” Asked bella, now sleepy with blueberry actually asleep cuddling next to her
“Oh, yeah?” Asked john, waking up from deep thought.
“Babbehs am be otay wite?”
“Of course.” Affirmed John.
“Everything will.”