John and Bella pt3
After a few hours of genesis games, John noticed his new fluffy seemed to be settling down some. Bella hadn’t been paying much attention to the tv, she had been quietly “oooooing” and “aaaaahhhhhing” at her new house, nuzzling and smelling her cloth swatches and even giggling some about their “pwetty smewws”. John gets up, sits indian style in front of her, and pets her head softly. Instead of pure fear and anxiety, she actually kinda coo’s at him, but does not nuzzle his hand.
“fank ou foh da nice petties… jawn!” she said, with some actual enthusiasm leaking into her voice.
“Sure, bella. Look, I know you’re sad I can’t be your “daddeh”, but i can be your friend! and i can give you love, and we can always hang out. Can i tell you something, bella?”
bella didn’t do much, kinda just kept staring up at him. He couldn’t get much read of her emotions. She had clearly been through a ton at such a young age, it may have stunted her emotional growth, or just her emotional capacity as a whole. John ignored it, and continued with his little rant.
“I picked YOU out of all those fluffies for a reason. I don’t give much of a shit about hugboxers, or abusers, or whatever. I won’t treat you unfairly, kid. You don’t need to be so scared. But, if I’m gonna be your new friend, I need to know what’s wrong.”
Bella’s blank expression went from happiness, to sadness after hearing the latter part of Johns sentence. A lot started turning in her little fluffy mind.
She tossed around some thoughts, and decided to open up to John. On one hand, she thought he could be a meanie. He refused to be her new daddy, which gave her big heart hurties. On the other… He couldn’t be so bad. He never made fun of her for being a monster baby, and for having no leggies, or even for being a dummeh too little poopie baby. He even gave her a new housie, some tv, pretty smelling soft little cuddly things… Sure, she’d tell him. she took a big breath.
“Otay mistuh jawn. A wong time ago, many fowebas. i wemembah mummah. had worstest munstah mummah. no huggies ou wub for bewwa. not eben namesies. onwy wowstest heart huwties an nummie poopies. den meanie munstah mummah weft poow bewwa. den eben MEANIER hooman find bewwa in nestie. hooman sai he sabe wittle babbeh. giv nyu housie, an sketties and huggies an wuv.”
Bella began to grimace and choke up. Judging by body language, this next part must be what’s really hurting her deep down John thought to himself.
“den… den meanie hooman take bewwa home. even give pwetty namesie! su happies. but den… hooman took bewwa to scawy room. nu smeww pwetty. smeww boo boo juice. give bewwa suuu many huwties fo su many fowebas. meanie took muh weggies, an say meanie wowds and caww bewwa ugwee poopie baby, who wiww neba eba get nyu housie. say he neba gon wet bewwa go… wiww aways be in bewwa thinkie pwace.”
It was hard to gather so many details through the trauma and the fluffspeak, but John got the gist. he sat by her while she cried and tried to continue her story, but john stopped her.
“Look, kid. I’m not perfect, and i’m not the lovey type. But, i’m not a fuckin weirdo with a god complex. You’re safe. This is your new house, your new home. Take the time you need to settle in. I bet I know what’ll cheer you up.”
He gently picked up bella and carried her with a big but not too tight hug. Despite her previous distance and anxiety, she nuzzled right up to John. He placed her on the counter, with her ass facing the sink in case of any accidents. He got out some noodles, some sauce… Fuck it, you know the drill.
“SKETTIES???” Bella screamed, eyes wide with an emotion she may have never felt before: Joy. Excitement. Anticipation.
“Yes” John said, with a smirk and a pat on the head. “sketties.”
They ate their meal together, and got to know each other. John was surprised about how pleasant bella actually was, even by fluffy standards. She was so grateful, and she seemed to even get the idea that it took some effort for John to cook. Odd the intelligence gap between alicorns and regular fluffs.
After their meal, john put some bedtime kiddy cartoons on the tv since he had yet to subscribe to fluffTV (and didn’t know if he was even going too). He gently patted her head and said
“Tomorrow’s a big day, and we can talk some more than. For now, just rest up. If you need anything, just shout. Sleep tight, kiddo.”
“Wub yu mistah jawn”
John stared at her as she waited a response.
“uhhhhhh yup. night.”
As John laid down in bed, he thought of bella’s story and the possible repercussions of adopting such a mentally broken fluffy. How much attention will she need? Will she be able to have any genuine alone time besides napping? Jesus christ, there’s still more actual rules he’s gonna have to lay down as well. She still hasn’t knocked off the whole “be nyu daddeh huggies and wuv” bullshit, what if she never does? will that just exaggerate her condition?
Time will tell, he thought. But he was impatient and growing worried.
Guess he’ll just see.