Kiwi
Author’s notes:
When I do not mention a particular fluffy’s mane color it is because that fluffy is of no importance to the story. If I do mention the mane color it is only to either differentiate the fluffy from a group of fluffies or that is relevant to the story. Otherwise when I say “dark red” for example you’re welcome to envision the mane’s color to your taste, I just don’t feel like coming up with mane colors when that particular fluffy is not going to be mentioned again or it simply lacks the involvement to the story from that point on.
Alex would be asked again and again by the fluffmart customers about why the fluffmart couldn’t just neuter the damn things, he always had to explain with painful detail that fluffies become depressed and WILL enter the “wan die” stage eventually but surely, no amount of love and spaghetti could deter it. Alex didn’t hate fluffies, to him they were annoying, the way they talked and begged for food bothered him, there were exceptions to be sure but that was rarely the case. And that exception was Kiwi.
Kiwi had a beautiful green mane with adorable freckles on her face, one problem, she was brown… like a Kiwi. She was a designer’s fluffy, all her brothers and sisters had similar freckles on their faces, Alex imagined that were it not for her beautiful green mane she would have been thrown into the snake food bin. Like many other “poopie babbehs” her brothers and sisters treated her badly, and as the days wore on and her brothers and sisters kept on being sold but Kiwi’s mood remained as cheerful as ever even as she saw “nuw daddehs and mummahs” kept on buying her brothers and sisters . One day when closing Alex heard soft huhuing coming from somewhere in the store, Alex searched for the source of the crying and found Kiwi alone and trembling, he could see that the other fluffies were already soundly asleep on the fluffpile… He already knew; but could do nothing about it. Like watching a hobo begging for spare change, he simply moved on, powerless to do something about it, but indifferent enough to forget about it 1 minute later.
‘This is this bin’s last week’ Alex overhead his manager say one Friday night.
Alex approached the manager to see which bin he was talking about. The bin was filled with smarties, bratty mares, some brown fluffies and… Kiwi was in it!
‘Hey John, how much is the store selling those for?’ John continued to make his notes without looking at Alex ‘
‘Why? I know that you are keeping an eye on that shitrat.’
‘She’s a nice enough fluffy yes and I want a pet. My landlord does not allow dogs because of her allergies but she’s okay with fluffies’ fluff.’ After giving it some thought john finally said ‘Fine take her, I’ll just put as though we threw her to the incinerator’ Alex was expecting to pay something this was an unexpected but welcome surprise.
‘You are such a softie.’ Said Damiani one of Alex’s coworkers said as they were closing the store ‘I just want a pet, and she seems nice enough’ Damian rolled his eyes ‘Why not a dog? I have one and no matter how much I spoil him, and trust me I do, he shows nothing but gratitude. Not so much with a fluffy, common you work with the damn things you know better!’
‘I can’t you dumb ass, land lady prohibits them’ but Alex knew that Damian was right, but he felt so bad for kiwi, he really wanted to help her… and he could indeed use the company. As he put the sleeping fluffy in his car it was too late to turn back now. Alex’s second thoughts were starting to become those of regret when he heard a loud fart followed by the horrid stench of fluffy shit, he hoped it was just a fart and not indeed fluffy shit. Alex tried in vain to cover his nose as he rolled down the windows. It was slightly past midnight when he arrived home, he gently stirred the fluffy awake ‘Kiwi dear, wake up, we’re home.’ Kiwi roused but she was way too sleepy and to Alex she looked adorable. Just 30 minutes ago she was overjoyed to finally have a “daddeh” Alex took her inside his apartment and quickly improvised a safe room, she fell asleep almost instantaneously.
Next morning Alex was woken by the cries of Kiwi ‘daddeh pwase hewp!’ reached Alex’s room but he was still sleepy when he lazily walked into Kiwi’s improvised safe room.
‘What’s the problem little girl?’ Kiwi had this painful look on her face, but she could no longer hold it. She let a jet of diarrhea into a corner of the safe rom. Alex didn’t know how to feel, he did forget to set up a litter box… but this mess was just too much for him, gagging he told Kiwi that everything was alright, he told her to go play outside while he cleaned the mess. Reluctantly Kiwi went outside but Alex reassured her that he wasn’t mad, he hugged her and escorted outside ‘now play little girl, daddy is going to clean your room.’
Kiwi was playing in the yard when she noticed that the fence gate was open. She went to the front of the house and noticed and that there were a few fluffies playing outside a dark overgrowth filled with trash, cardboard boxes of all sizes, dry leaves and fallen branches next to Alex’s apartment. She entered it cautiously and noticed a few foals, she felt a jolt of joy upon seeing the colorful foals, she kept on approaching when she was intercepted by a big dirty vomit green stallion. ‘Dummeh poopie mawe! chu am no pawt of hewd!’ The tone of voice from the stallion would have had scared the shit out of herself… but after the little accident at home she was empty, so she only let a little scared fart.
‘Kiwi am sowwy stawwion, Kiwi weave now.’ When Kiwi turned around to go home the stallion saw her cunt… the smarty of the herd had blue balled almost every stallion in his herd by claiming five of the most pretty mares and five more that were just in between the filly and full mare stage.
‘Poopie mawe wait!’ he waved her closer ‘chu am nao poopie enfie mawe!’ for some reason Kiwi knew what that meant, and she started to run.
‘Daddeh pwase hewp Kiwi!!!’ but it was too late.
Kiwi was caught by the stallion and then proceeded to stomp on her until Kiwi was begging for him to stop, he then pushed her deeper into the overgrowth and into a big cardboard box that smelled of stale blood and sweat, it had stains all over the floor.
‘poopie mawe tuwn awound!’ still hurt by the stallion’s stomps Kiwi was whimpering but still turned around, facing the carboard wall. Kiwi then felt the stallion mount her! She also felt how something hard was poking her! The stallion was panting with his mouth open and tongue dripping in saliva with anticipation, so much so that he had some trouble putting his cock into her cunt. But finally he felt it, the mare’s tight and warm cunt was bringing the relief he had longed for so long. Kiwi’s cries of pain only turned the stallion more on.
‘enf, enf, ENF! Guud feeews!!!’ Said the stallion after ten seconds. Kiwi was standing on her back legs and slumped on her frontal ones, her cunt was a messy combination of blood and semen that dripped on the cardboard floor. She was whimpering but the stallion stomped her one more time to stop her whimpers, she stopped. A few of the other stallions heard the retarded climax and approached them.
The rapist pulled Kiwi out of the cardboard box by the tail. ‘stawwion nu know that poopie mawe’ said a random malnourished red stallion, the green stallion that captured Kiwi, still panting said, ‘that am nue poopie enfie mawe’
‘Reawwy! that am nue poopie enfie mawe?!’ The other toughie stallion that had a scar running the length of his face said. He inspected Kiwi and saw her freckles, ‘poopie mawe am pwetty!’ the other stallions looked at him as if he were crazy, embarrassed, the toughie made a little cough as he himself noticed what he just said.
‘nue poopie enfie mawe? Whewe?’ yet another stallion said.
The stallions pushed Kiwi back into the cardboard box and made a line. One after the other they started to take their respective turn, some even going back behind the line for seconds. Turns out that the last “poopie enfie mawe” had been fucked to death, there were close to fifteen stallions that didn’t have a “special friend” in the herd thanks to the smarty for hoarding all the mares to himself, and the newborn brown fluffies were left to die as the “mummahs” threw into the poopie pile right away, never letting them grow into the potential “poopie enfie mawe” stage.
Alex could not find Kiwi ‘Kiwi dear, come home, your safe room is clean now.’ Alex was looking around and saw the open gate ‘oh no…’ but he thought about the she made in the first night Alex. Alex felt like he had found the excuse to get rid of her. ‘Oh well this is unfortunate, better this than the incinerator’ he said, and he went inside and started to get ready for the day.
After a couple of days Kiwi woke up in the dirty alleyway, a distant ‘Guud feeews’ could be heard followed by soft hu-huing. Just another day since she ventured away from home and nothing went right for Kiwi. On the first day she was gang raped by feral stallions and made her the official “poopie enfie mawe” another day she was forced to scout a nearby alleyway, where she spotted another herd. A sort of war sparked for territory and her herd had come victorious… with yet more toughies and stallions that didn’t have a special friend. More and more mares were now “soon mummahs” and only one other “poopie enfie mawe”
‘spheciaw huggies am bad fow tummeh babbehs! Take sowwy hoofies!’
The cries of the stallions were funny to Kiwi… but then that meant that she would be next.
‘Dummeh speciaw fwiend, pwetty stawwion speciaw wumps huwt!’ A dark red stallion approached the poopie pile that was at the end of the alleyway to relieve himself, the poopie pile had now grown to the size of a medium dog, there he spotted Kiwi. The mare was trying to blend in with shit to no avail, her green mane and tail gave her away. The red stallion lustily looked at the mare who he would turn down on multiple occasions… but it has been a while since his “special friend” had given him some… fortunately for Kiwi her rapists were often backed up and would finish rather quick.
‘Poopie enfie mawe am good fow speciaw huggies.’ Kiwi sighed and proceeded to turn around, the stallion promptly mounted her
‘Enf, enf, ENF! Guud Feeews!!!’
The retarded climax scream was right next to a door in the alleyway complex and it was heard by the resident ‘What the fuck is going on here?! Ugh What is that stench!!!’ The resident wielding a shotgun said, he stepped outside and noticed the poopie pile ‘Oh, this is worse than I thought!’
‘Dummeh hoomin! Weave hewd awo-‘ said the rapist before his head and torso disappeared in a bloody mass from the shotgun blast. Kiwi shat herself and started to run, the second shot barely missed Kiwi, but a small piece of concrete ricochet buried itself on her back leg. The pain caused a shot of adrenaline that made Kiwi run as fast as a rabbit, a speed never seen before by the shooter. Thanks to her brown fur she managed to blend in with the overgrowth as she ran away. All the other colorful fluffies in herd were not so lucky. A few hours later Kiwi reached a house that was filled with overgrowth. The yard of the house was across a Mexican style restaurant.
For all the rape Kiwi was a victim of, the herd at least gave her some food… they managed to put two and two together and now gave Kiwi some food to prevent her from dying. Not much and only when Kiwi begged… Hunger was settling it again and she was hungrier than normal too. She started to eat some of the overgrowth, not much of each was edible as it had spiky seeds that stuck to her fluff.
‘Huhuhuu, why gwassy nummies huwt pwetty Kiwi Huhuhuu.’ There was an overgrown bougainvillea bush that was in full bloom from the ill-kempt house that was right next to the restaurant. both the flowers and leaves were tasty to Kiwi and she learned to eat around the thorns. After a little while Kiwi had reached the trunk of the plant, the ground around the trunk was surprisingly soft and warm to Kiwi as it was covered with fallen dry leaves and thorns that didn’t hurt her hooves, Kiwi looked around and found that she had inadvertently made herself a hiding spot from prying eyes. For some reason Kiwi felt the need to dig around the trunk of the plant and found that she was good at it. It was getting dark and Kiwi had dug a hole deep enough for her to fit in. Tired she felt asleep.
Next morning after a rather comfortable night of sleep in her hole Kiwi was very hungry, Kiwi was drawn to the smell of food from the restaurant’s dumpster. Kiwi heard a door open and saw a Mexican worker coming out with trash, he searched his pockets for the keys to the dumpster and threw the garbage in. He spotted Kiwi and reached out for a half-eaten piece of celery from the trash bag and offered it to Kiwi.
‘Come here, I won’t hurt you.’ Said the young Mexican worker with a heavy accent. Kiwi was scared, remembering what the last human did to her rapist… but the piece of celery looked so tasty. She carefully approached the human, and once in reach the Mexican grabbed her by the scruff and lifted her up.
‘Bad upsies!’
The Mexican worker inspected her and was unimpressed by her colors. ‘At first I thought that you were just dirty, but you’re just a shitrat’ he put her down ‘I can tell that you’re a girl, where’s your herd?’ the Mexican was sure there were bound to be more, he was sick and tired of cleaning fluffy shit from the dumpster, hence the lock. Once the lock was in place the shitrats stopped being a problem.
‘Kiwi am aww awone, hewd am fewebew sweepies’
Kiwi? She had a proper name? That meant that she was a runaway. The Mexican could not just take her as the manager would get angry and his apartment would not allow flufies. He gave her the piece of celery, if he made her think that he was a reliable source of food she would be showing up on a regular basis… he could get a lost and found money if someone asked for her. ‘Wait here’ the Mexican worker named Jose came back from the restaurant with a carry on bag with chips and several pieces of vegies. ‘here you go sweety, have some food.’
‘Weally? Nummies fow Kiwi? Be nue daddeh?’
‘Oh no dear, I’m just giving you food, now go away before somebody sees me feeding a shitrat.’
‘Otay nice mistah, Kiwi undewstand’ and with that Kiwi started to waddle away dragging the bag Jose had given her.
For the first time in days Kiwi has had something decent to eat, once in her hiding hole she munched down some chips. Satisfied she continued to dig all day, by sunset Kiwi had dug a burrow a couple of feet deep, satisfied with the depth she proceeded to put some dry weeds in the deepest part. Her little burrow had become quite warm and homely… Kiwi felt a jolt of pain as she put some weight on the leg that the piece of concrete ricochet had lodged in, not much so as she just started to walk with a slight limp and that seemed to work for her. It was getting dark and she had already eaten most of the veggies, she ventured outside and started to eat actual grass from the house instead of the weeds next to the restaurant. Wanting to keep her burrow from sight she ventured to the restaurant hoping to find the kind worker. The restaurant was particularly noisy with Hispanic music, Kiwi started to approach the dumpster carefully and waited a couple of hours when finally, she saw the kind worker coming out with a couple of garbage bags, one in each hand.
“Oh, hi there Kiwi, let me guess, hungry?’ Kiwi nodded happily. ‘hold on, I’ll be right back.’ It was slightly past happy hour and as result there were plenty of half-eaten appetizers. Jose put everything that he could find and put it on a carry-on bag and took it outside.
‘thank chu nice mistah, Kiwi am thwisthy’
‘Sure dear, I’ll be right back.’ A minute later Jose returned with a disposable cup of water which Kiwi drank almost instantly. ‘Wow, you were parched huh? Now go before someone sees us. Kiwi was happy as she dragged her bag of food when Jose noticed the slight limp but he thought nothing of it, he had to get back to work. Once in her burrow she munched down the tastiest stuff feeling unusually hungry. She left some for later and she felt the urge to take a shit, she went outside and relieved herself and promptly threw dirt over her shit trying to hide the smell. About three days of instinctive foraging and careful rationing from the stuff the Jose was giving her each day she had amassed a rather big pile of food! She was getting bigger and bigger and it finally dawned on her, she was now a soon mummah! She went to the deepest part of her burrow and made herself comfortable and started to sing the retarded “soon mummah” songs. But Kiwi continued to grow, one morning she realized that she couldn’t move as her legs no longer touched the ground, her legs waved uselessly in the air as she tried in vain to at least drag herself, but she couldn’t. By nightfall she started to grow hungry even though her stockpile of food was right in front of her.
By the third day she had begun to shrink so starved she had become, what’s worse she could no longer contain the need to relieve herself of her bodily functions and she began shoot shit and piss all around her. Her once neat burrow was now a cesspool of her own making. Hungry, thirsty, back leg infected and surrounded by shit and piss Kiwi had begun to cry when a new jolt of pain ran the length of her spine.
‘Biggest poopies!!!’
Even feral mares had assistance when delivering foals, be it their special friends or other mares. Kiwi did her best to deliver her foals, her malnourished body had prioritized Kiwi’s survival and as result the foals were born particularly skinny… but alive. Despite Kiwi’s brown color she had produced a literal rainbow of shitrats, so pretty were all of them that Kiwi had trouble choosing the “Bestest babbeh.” She settled for a pink unicorn filly with a beautiful green mane. There were ten in total, Kiwi cleaned them all and carefully moved them to a cleaner part of her burrow. Her back leg was now useless, but she managed to move around with a full limp, at least the infection had limited itself to her leg. Kiwi did her best to cover the shit, piss, and amniotic fluids from the place that she had lain for the past three days with dirt, she herself was dirty and stank like roadkill but the desperate chirping and peeping noises from her foals were of more importance to her now. Kiwi looked for her bestest babbeh and fed her first making sure she had her fill. Satisfied the foal detached, then and only then did Kiwi let the starving foals have their turn. Once fed she made sure her foals were nice and comfortable in a fluffpile that she finally had something to eat herself, by now her leg refused to heal, the piece of concrete was still embedded and it needed to be removed and properly disinfected, something not a sane person would do for a shitrat that smelled of roadkill. Her stockpile of food was substantial, but she didn’t intend it to feed herself and foals… much less ten of them.
‘Cowd times am coming’ she somehow knew this… she would need a bigger stockpile and soon.
It was beginning to get dark when Kiwi dared to emerge from her burrow, worried sick for her foals but she needed food. She ventured to the restaurant and Kiwi saw Jose smoking a joint when she approached him, limping she started to get near when Jose started to cover his nose.
‘Ugh what is that smell?!’ Jose looked for the source of the smell and saw the limping fluffy that was getting closer. Her fluff was caked with dry shit, piss and amniotic fluids, even her green mane was now brown from all the dirt that she had dug making her burrow. ‘Jesus Christ Kiwi, did you get run over or something? What the fuck happened?’
‘Kiwi am fine, Kiwi am nue mu- ‘ Kiwi stopped herself, she remembered what happened to her old herd, she was now making one… But Jose wasn’t a dumbass, he now knew that this shitrat had given birth, something which sparked his interest, however the stinking fluffy made him think twice of the state of whatever hideout she had chosen. He wanted to give her some food, but she just stank too much. He went inside and came back with the usual leftovers; he took a deep breath and gave the food to the fluffy in a bag.
‘Thank chu nice mistah, Kiwi am hungwy… can Kiwi get mowe food?’ gagging Jose backed away
‘Sure thing sweetie’ Jose made a loud gagging noise ‘but not today, I’ll gather all the stuff I can and I’ll give it to you early in the morning, just come here at this spot.’ This time when he gagged he puked a little. Kiwi thanked him and started to limp away like a dog with a broken leg. For the first time ever jose felt sorry for a fluffy, not too long ago he was watching some abuse streams for his own amusement but only when it involved smarties.
The following day Kiwi was waiting by the dumpster, tormented that her foals were all alone, the sun was beginning to rise when Jose was approaching Kiwi with the now slightly bigger bag of food.
‘hewwo nice mistah Kiwi am hungwy!’
Jose couldn’t help but to gag at the smell, he offered her a piece of rolled lettuce that had a sleeping pill grounded to dust for the fluffy to eat.
‘Kiwi am tiwed…’ a second later she fell asleep. Jose was a bit surprised that the pill had acted so quickly but he was thankful for that. He dragged the unconscious fluffy to the nearby hose that he used to fill the cleaning buckets and proceeded to wash the fluffy. Dirt, shit, and piss was washing off her fluff. Jose saw that her leg was bloated and filled with puss.
‘Fuck me this is beyond what I thought I could do for her.’ He thought that he could do something but decided to let it be, he used a second round of fluffy shampoo to clean Kiwi up. Satisfied he started to dry her up noticing her bloated teats. He was very curious about her litter, but he couldn’t follow this stinking shitrat to whatever dirty alleyway she was hiding them, in reality it was his day off, he needed to find out where she was hiding her foals. Jose took Kiwi and set her by the dumpster along with the bag of food. This would have to do for now.
It was a couple of hours later when Kiwi had finally woken up. She noticed that her fluff was clean and it smelled nice! Even better there were nummies next to her! The day just kept getting better and better!!! She tried to get up and felt the familiar pain on her back leg, she ignored it and started to limp away. The bush had done an amazing job of keeping her burrow safe. She crawled inside to the incessant chirping and peeping of her foals, they were hungry! Kiwi quickly munched down some of the food and looked for her bestest babbeh and fed her first. ‘Thewe thewe bestest babbeh, dwink wots of miwkies an gwow big an stwong!’ Having her fill the now bigger filly went to sleep. The other foals were impatiently waiting for their turn, a miniscule red colt was laying on his back chirping weakly, Kiwi smelled it and contorted her face. ‘babbeh nu smeww pwetty’ Kiwi unceremoniously grabbed the foal and took it outside the burrow, once outside she dumped it by her poopie pile and left it to die, minutes later it did.
Jose could barely see were Kiwi had gotten in the house, she was just gone… ‘Well fuck me, where did she go? Then he saw her brown fluff by a bush and she banished again, he got closer and smelled the usual stench of fluffy shit. But he could not quite pinpoint her. The front door opened and he backed away before he could be noticed. ‘Damn it, I guess I’ll try later.’
Kiwi’s foals were only two days old and already she had lost one. Her stockpile of food was holding thanks to Jose, but she knew that it was still not enough for a long winter. At least she could make it warmer by gathering the overgrowth around her burrow. She would eat the upper green part of the stalk and take the still green parts stalks to her burrow. Once inside the burrow the stalks would dry and make a sort of hay to keep the foals and herself warm. The only problem now was the water, she could gather all the food she could but without water she would die anyways. What’s worse the nice mister in the restaurant had for some reason not shown up in two days. It was beginning to get dark when kiwi felt a chilly gust of wind. ‘cowd times am hewe…’ somehow, she knew this, and she went back inside her burrow to check up on her foals. They were chirping and peeping, clearly hungry, she fed her bestest babbeh first and then the rest. Once fed she made sure they fell asleep and made a fluff pile, feeling that they were safe she ventured outside one more time, deciding to check on the restaurant again.
Jose had a two-day break and only remembered about Kiwi when he was about to start his shift. ‘Crap, I think she might have died by now, with that infection of hers.’ As if called he saw Kiwi limping towards him, he smiled when he saw her. Kiwi’s adorable freckles had won him over, she just waited by the dumpster clearly expecting the bag of leftovers Jose would give her and sure enough a couple of minutes earlier Jose returned with such bag.
‘Thank chu nice mistah! Kiwi am hungwy!’ Jose just patted her in the head and told her to go before they could see him.
A couple of hours into the shift the news forecast warned of an incoming Blizzard ‘The blizzard should be hitting this night as forecasted later tonight, we suggest folks to drive carefully. this blizzard could make the streets slippery and we could see up to two feet of snow… on the flipside there will be a lot less feral fluffies on the streets.’
‘Oh no.’ Thought Jose, he wasn’t expecting this, it was his damn fault for only playing video games and never watching the news. He should have figured out where Kiwi’s hideout was a long time ago, he might lose his time investment in a single night.
‘Well, I guess you’ve been feeding that shitrat for nothing huh Jose.’ Said Sandra, the beautiful waitress with a golden skin, curly black hair, and golden eyes like those of a lioness. The fact that she said that with a broken English made her more attractive to Jose… his Colombian goddess with a perfect ass and perky tits.
‘I totally forgot to check her hideout… maybe she’ll make it.’ Said Jose, knowing that that was very unlikely to be the case.
‘Yeah right, after these snowstorms we stop seeing fluffies for months… until runways start to flee to the streets, then they get the turf of the dead herds.’
Kiwi and her foals were barely enduring the cold. The burrow was protecting them from the wind… but the drop in temperature was too much for them, even in a very tight fluffpile, the foals were shivering and trying in vain to get warm by getting closer to her mother. Then it happened, the snow had closed the entrance to the burrow and temperature was rising… not by much but it was something. After a sleepless night Kiwi felt that dawn was upon them, her instincts told her that if she left her foals right now, they would perish, so she stayed with them until midday. Happy with the temperature Kiwi ate something from her food pile and tried to remove the snow, but it was very heavy. Nonetheless she dug much in the same way she made her burrow. Outside all her feeding grass had been covered in snow, she felt a jolt of fear as the bush that was hiding her burrow no longer had leaves and flowers. What would she do now?