John and Bella #16
John had awoken the next morning having felt that all that was weighing down on his mind had slowly melted away. Getting out of bed and brushing his teeth, he felt the fresh air of optimism flow through him. It was a lovely morning, and he was excited to see what today had in store for him.
He got dressed, just khakis and a blue sweater, took a big ole dab, and headed to his kitchen to make himself some breakfast and get Bella and Blueberry some fruit for theirs as well.
Upon leaving his bedroom, he thought he had heard something in his kitchen. Going there anyway, he decided to investigate. When he walked in, he was shocked, but knew he shouldn’t be.
“Sup fucker!” Cheered corie, drinking coffee in his underwear and dirty socks, big beer gut hanging out, enjoying itself in its newfound freedom.
“Kori?..” asked john, some sleep still in his voice.
“Yeah?” Said Kori, scratching his ass.
“How the fuck did you get in my house?”
“Window, duh?”
“Dog it’s so fucking early.”
“Yeah, I slept in your backyard and just… I dunno. Got bored.”
There was a silence filling the room. It was as awkward as you could imagine. Except for Kori. Kori, oddly enough, felt right at home.
“So those fluffies!” Said Kori, breaking the silence.
John just laughed, getting his breakfast of bacon and eggs ready.
“They’re still sleeping, numb nuts. We’ll eat breakfast and smoke a little, then I’ll let you meet them. I’m sure blueberry would be happy to see you anyway.”
“I bet. How is the little shit anyway?”
“Eh, he’s fine. We’re warming up to each other. He’s actually a pretty good dad, and him being here makes my life so much easier. He takes damn good care of Bella and the foals”
“Oh, he’s growing on ya, eh? Figured you’d’a hung the fucker by his nuts by now.” Scoffed Kori.
“Nah, he’s not so bad. Annoying, sure. But I actually kinda need the pathetic bastard around. If he wasn’t here I’d have to get rid of the foals and probably end up burying Bella.”
They continued their discussion and caught up seeing as it had been awhile. That was life, though. They were still great friends, through everything.
They finished eating, and after a few blunts and some Felix the cat cartoons, it was time for Kori to meet the foals.
“So, tell me about these little guys.” Said Kori, walking with john to the safe room.
“Well not much to say, yet. One colt, decent colors, and two runt fillies. One of the fillies is about as ugly as her mom and the other actually has some damn good colors.”
“Cool. Any alicorns, earth’s, what’re we working with here?”
“Colt is an alicorn, and the two runts are both unicorns.”
“Huh… not bad.” Affirmed Kori.
John motioned for Kori to get the door, as John was holding the fluffies breakfast. He obliged, and john greeted the just now waking up fluffies with a smile.
“Morning, guys! I’m sure you both remem-“
“OWD DADDEH!?” Interrupted Blueberry, now waking up the entire herd completely.
“Speciaw fwend! Too woud! Nu scawe babbehs!” Pleaded Bella, nuzzling the slightly distressed foals with her nose.
“Uh nu! Sowwy speciaw fwend! Sowwy babbehs…” said blueberry, hanging his head in embarrassment.
The foals, in reality, were fine. Maybe a bit jolted, but Bella was just a protective mother.
Kori and john laughed. They functioned very well as a family, something Kori nor John really expected. Kori, while he didn’t mention it at the time, was actually pretty impressed with how everything was working out for them.
He watched as John tended to the family. Laying their food out for them, cleaning the liter box, lifting Bella up and giving her some time away from her bed, it was all very impressive to him.
What was more impressive though, was that tiny little runt of a filly.
She didn’t have a name yet, they were still slightly too young it looked like, but her colors were quite literally one in a million.
Kori had seen tons of of fluffies, and only one time did he see another fluffy that had a gold shimmer in their fur, and it sold for over $100,000.
He just kept watching, until John noticed his stare.
“Everything alright there, boss?” Asked John.
“Yeah, totally. Hey, do you wanna step outside with me for a sec?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” Agreed john, some worry creeping into his face.
“Evewyfing otay daddeh?” Asked Bella.
“Yes sweetheart, daddy will be right back.” He said, patting her on her head.
They stepped into the hallway.
“What’s up?” Asked john.
“So… the runt in there?”
“Yeah, which one?”
“The RUNT runt. The one with the shimmer?”
“Oh yeah, that little girl. What about her?”
“You know of designer fluffies, right?”
“Only sorta. I know they’re expensive and usually thought more like decor than they are pets. Lots of weird breeding methods and stuff to get ‘em that way too if I’m not mistaken.”
“Exactly! They’re so rare and expensive because of how hard they are to breed. But that little runt, John?” Kori paused.
“Yeah?”
“John that things worth at least 50k. At least.”
Johns jaw dropped a little.
“You’re serious?”
“Why the fuck would I joke about this? John you gotta sell that thing.”
“What? No! Why? That’s Bella’s foal, I promised her tha-“
“No, listen to yourself! John, that one foal could buy you like a million more Bella’s.”
“Dude I’m not selling it. That’s final.”
“John you’re not using your head!”
“And you’re not using your ears. I’m not selling her.”
“… then I’ll take blueberry.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s still legally my property. I can take him back, even if I have to get court involved.”
“You’d take your best friend to court for a fluffy?”
“John. I’m telling you:” said Kori, now making his way to a nearby window and opening it up.
“You have three days. If that foal isn’t sold, you’re losing blueberry and your best friend. It’s simple: you either make a shit ton of money, or you lose everything. Don’t complicate it.”
And like that, he was gone.
“What the fuck just happened?” John thought to himself.
He made his way back to the saferoom, and just sat down on the floor close to Bella and blueberry who were sitting and watching their foals blindly tumble over each other.
“Whewe owd daddeh?” Inquired blueberry.
“He left… he was being mean.”
“Dat sownds wite. Owd daddeh weawwy am meanie daddeh. Nyu Jawn daddeh am da bestest daddeh doe.” Said blueberry, waddling over to john and laying his head on his lap.
“Yeah… thanks bud.” Said john, rubbing blueberry’s mane.
It was only noon, and the fresh air that was optimism was now sucked out of the room.
“The fuck am I gonna do now?” Thought john.
He didn’t know, and truth be told: he didn’t think he was gonna figure it out this time.