“Today we’re going to meet some Very Special litter pals whose love of poopies is so great that their weggies came back! “Fecal Friends” or “Poopmunchers” are chosen from the best litter pals who eat ALLL the poopies!”
Wucifer shook their head. They had mastered use of the hooman wittahbox but still didn’t understand where the poopies went when he flushed. Did hoomans have wittahpaws?
At first Dadde- Jeff had been upset when he had found Wucifer using the hoomin wittabox, shouting about they could have drowned. D - JEFF told Wucifer that early fluffy models had a glitch where they could drown just by seeing water, and there were still a lot of questions he had about Wucifer’s age.
Wucifer had bestest skettis fo nummies tonight, and as they watched the fecal friends munch the poopies with gusto. They wondered - would bestest nummie sketties would make bestest nummie poopies? They went over to the wittabox, made gud poopies, and turned around.
It certainly didn’t smell like bestest nummies. They tried several times to eat it before finally managing to take a bite.
Jeff was awakened by the sound of forceful projectile vomiting and fluffy screeching. “Luce?! Buddy!?”
“TEEBEE WIE TU FWUFFY POOHUUHUUU BLARRRFF! NU TASTE PWETTY!!!”
What the hell was Lucifer watch- oh no. That poor, poor, overly intelligent, oversized, inexperienced, naive, curious fluffy. “You wanna taste fee-cees, an drink that wee-wee… give em wickie cwean-ees, you’re a poopoo gee-neee” … Those motherfuckers.
“Lucifer, Lucifer! calm down, I’ll get you some more sketties and some water to wash out the shit taste!”
Lucifer washed the poopies out of their mouth in the water dish, but it was still too nasty for them to enjoy the now-cold sketties. “fankyu.. daddeh.” "Daddeh" was fine. Dis hoomin had earned dat.
“Buddy I got work tommorow, so please promise me you won’t try and copy anything you see on flufftv- or human tv for that matter. I’m going back to bed.”
“Otay daddeh.”
It was only in the early, sleepless hours of the morning that Jeff realized what the strange fluffy had called him this time. Not “hoomin” or “Jeff” or even “nice mister.”
Daddeh.
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So i think this time the story outshines the picture.
Also we see what qualifies as an “intelligent fluffy” in my work.