“Luna, you for sure need to behave yourself tonight.” Valerie warned her fluffy after buckling her into a carseat. There was a small bag of stuff near her in the car, and Luna just bat her eyelashes endearingly.
“Mummah, Wuna am be su gud.” Maybe you would think she could be well behaved just by looking at her right now. All strapped in and ready to go to her aunt’s house because mummah had important things to do on a Friday night and couldn’t leave her alone.
Sidling into the driver’s seat and looking over her shoulder at the mare, Val scoffed. “You and me both know that you can’t get along with your sister.”
Puffing out her cheeks, Luna wanted to argue against this but could she really?
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The housie that they eventually stopped in front of was much larger than the one Luna lived in, and she always wondered why someone needed such a big place. It was like a giant castle! Getting unbuckled from her carseat and slung under one arm, Luna kicked her weggies around in frustration as she was brought up to the front door. Val pressed a button and spoke an intercom at the door:
“Hey, Princess Lauren. It’s your sister. Or a burglar. Either way, open up.” There was a moment of pause, Luna growing wide-eyed. Mummah was a booglar? Eventually though the door slowly opened, and she got placed on the ground to shoot through the crack with a squeal of excitement.
“Auntie Wauren! AUNTIE WAUREN! WOOK AT LUNA!” Getting up on her hindlegs and trying to balance on just one of them, the mare happily tried to show off to her (human) aunt. Instead of getting attention, mummah just kept her attention and kept blabbering.
“…Anyways, thanks for watching her.” Valerie shoved the bag of stuff through the crack in the door, Lauren taking it with a raised eyebrow.
“No problem, Val. My husband and I, uhh…really love when Luna comes over.” Currently, Luna was biting at one of her slippers and trying to take it off her foot. Lauren tugged it away with a frown. Val was attempting to ignore this display of behavior the best she could, clearly embarrassed.
“And don’t forget to make her Kid Cuisine. I know, I know. It’s not healthy. It’s Friday and she eats one every Friday. Just make it for her or she’ll freak out.” With a sigh, Val reached through the crack in the door and rubbed against her fluffy’s snoot. Luna just trotted off down the hall in response.
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Sunshine sat in her safe room, carefully working on a puzzle. It was just a ten piece puzzle of a kitten with a bow around it’s neck, something for babies, but for fluffies it was quite the project to undertake. The buttercream yellow mare was an incredibly fussy little lady with bright charms threaded through her white mane and tail: Rainbows, suns, tulips. Unlike many other fluffies, she kept her safe room picked up all by herself. Felt baby books were neatly stacked on a shelf, her stuffy-fwends were aligned on her pink princess bed in a pleasing formation, her bulky toddler’s play kitchen happened to have everything perfectly in order. Aside for some obviously fluffy related things (like a hooded litterbox), one wouldn’t be remiss to think this area belonged to a human child.
To call Sunshine persnickety would be an understatement: She happened to be an infamously fussy filly. A posterboard of printed off certificates and ribbons from her school showed off all of her achievements, such as being the classroom helper (mostly involving tattling on others) or for generally good behavior. Two tiny plastic trophies were among her greatest treasures, one for the Bestest Babbeh competition when she was a foal and another for being the MVP of a local fluffy soccer team. Yes, fluffy soccer. They didn’t really know how it worked but had great fun pushing the ball around.
The queen of coloring inside the lines. Always impeccably groomed, somewhat reserved, genuinely one of the most aloof fluffies to have existed. Instead of FluffTV, she watched PBS Kids. Skettis? Mummah made her a side salad and salmon and she liked it, because she was a shining example of what fluffies should be.
Naturally, there had to be something which particularly annoyed her or otherwise soured her mood. This happened quite a lot at school: Most of the fluffies there weren’t really on her level, aside from a few mares who almost approached her impeccable personality. There was one thing which she REALLY didn’t like, and it just so happened to be bursting through her door right at that moment.
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Squealing in surprise which suddenly changed to annoyance, Sunshine watched as Luna bounced into the safe room with a squeak of her hooves. Luna had white fur with a yellow mane and tail, basically being an invert of the room’s owner but the similarities stopped there.
“Wuna, GET OU’ OB SUNSHEEN’S HOUSIE WITE NAOW!” She screeched as the other mare ran right past her up and trundled up to the princess bed. Velvety sheets got jumped on, stuffy-fwends were nabbed up and tossed all around to the floor as Luna giggled.
Perching at the edge of the princess bed, Luna stuck her tongue out. Blew a raspberry with a very wet ‘pbbbttt!’. “Wuna am stayin’ fo’ sweepoveh, dummeh! Nu can make Wuna weab!”
Sunshine knew she couldn’t. Had tried many times before. Complained endlessly to her mummah about it. Why the bad blood between the two?
The pair happened to be littermates. Sharing the same fluffy mummah and daddeh, though they’d never gotten along much. When they were talkie babbehs, Luna was constantly harassing her. She was just jealous because she, Sunshine, was the bestest babbeh. How could she help that? It wasn’t her fault that was better.
“Sunsheen haechu, Wuna. Nu wub yew. Wowstest sissy ebah!” Spitting this out, she watched as Luna went sailing off the bed and stomped all over the puzzle she’d been working on. Oversized cardboard pieces went scattering all over the floor which sent her sissy into further screams of duress. Though there were just 10 pieces, Sunny had been working on this for an hour.
Prancing around and fluffing her tail side to side, Luna didn’t even care a little bit about what her sissy did or didn’t like. “Dis Wuna’s bestest pwace naow. An’ Wuna wan pway Bibfoot findsies.”
Tearfully gathering up her puzzle pieces and trying to push them back into place with her hooves, Sunshine shook her head. “Nu! Nu pwayin’ games wif yew!” Which was OK, because Luna was a terrorist anyways and had other things in mind. If they weren’t going to play Bigfoot Finder, she’d just make up her own game.
Bending down and clinching her teeth against a stuffed chirpy toy, she waddled up the play kitchen. Looked over at Sunshine. Now, neither one of them were allowed to have babbehs. Both played with little stuffed chirpies when they felt a particularly motherly impulse, so she knew exactly what she was doing. Slapping a hoof against the oven door of the play kitchen, Luna watched it swing open with a squeaky hinge. Shoving the chirpy toy inside the oven, she went absolutely apeshit with all of the knobs and dials. This was a fancy toy so the burners actually lit up red, the microwave ‘turned on’ with a bright light, and a small red glow issued from the oven to indicate it was active.
“BABBEH!” Sunshine galloped over to the oven and headbutted it open, hurriedly grabbing at the toy and clutching it to herself. It made an electronic cooing noise, it’s owner shooting Luna a look of pure venom.
“…” Nostrils flaring, Sunny twitched her ears furiously. “Sunny am goan get’chu, Wuna. Haechu suuu muchsies.”
Blowing another raspberry, Luna turned back to begin shoving a bunch of plastic food into the oven. This could only end after everything had gone nuclear.
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An hour later, Lauren poked her head into the safe room. It was a friggin’ wreck, and none of that had to do with Sunshine. Her sister’s fluffy was an absolute brat. Lauren knew that Val TRIED to punish her fluffy though it never really seemed to work all that well.
Well, whatever. Setting down two trays of food, she watched the fluffies waddle up from their seperate corners. Half a chicken breast diced up for Sunshine along with fresh veggies, and…a Kid’s Cuisine for Luna. Chicken nuggets, neon-yellow corn, and a brownie.
“Alright, girls. Eat up and get ready for bed. Don’t make a mess or you’ll have to have a bath.” She warned, watching the two side-eye one another. Once Lauren excited the room once more, Luna puffed herself up a bit to seem more important than what she really was.
“Wook at dis. Yummeh cwizeen and Sunny hab yucky nummies.” Gave a self-indulgent giggle, not realizing that her sissy wanted nothing to do with her food. Turning around, Luna trotted off to the toy pile to find a stuffy-fwend to have dinner with.
Now, Sunshine wanted nothing to do with the food. She was a smart fluffy and smart fluffies knew that those nummies weren’t good for you. Or so mummah and Miss Teacher said. Of course, Luna wouldn’t know such a thing. She’d been in school before but had been thrown out for running away like seven times, getting caught giving all the boys a bunch of wicky-kissies, and having a poopy butt. Having a poopy butt wasn’t grounds for getting kicked out but freaking out over it was, and Luna certainly had.
Not wanting the food, Sunshine still eyed the brownie. Knew it’s what Luna loved the mostest. Shooting over to the blue microwavable tray, Sunny scarfed down the entire brownie at record speed. It was kind of hot but she didn’t even care ‘cause this was revenge for putting her babbeh in the oven. Stifling a burp politely, she went back to her own food just as Luna bounded back over with a stuffed elephant toy. Looked down to the Kid Cuisine tray and it’s obviously empty brownie compartment.
“S-S-SWEETIE NUMMIES!” Shrieking, she looked over to her sissy. Who still had some chocolate smeared on her face. Luna felt her heart break. All week long, she looked forward to Friday night. It was Kid Cuisine night and the brownie was the best part. Sure she’d been kind of bratty to Sunshine but…but…
Sniffling, Luna shook her head. “Wuna haechu naow, Sunneh. Am hab bigges’ heawt huwties.” Going to walk away to the bed, she turned around and came back. Packed her cheeks with as many chickem nuggehs as she could. Climbed up to the princess bed and began sobbing while also loudly eating.
Well. Whatever. Sunshine hated HER even more. Mostest, in fact. Fowebbah an’ ebah. Eating her unseasoned chicken and watching PBS Kids, she had to turn the teebee up as her sissy began wailing and flailing around on the bed in lament over the brownie that wasn’t currently in her tummy.
Eventually, Luna tired herself out and fell asleep up there. Lauren poked in to remind Sunshine that she should as well, and so she’d climb up on the little ladder up to the bed and choose the spot furthest away from her sissy. Seeing clear outlines of where tears had trailed down Luna’s fur, Sunny felt a small pang of guilt before tucking her head down and thinking about anything else before sleep came.
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It was pretty early in the morning when Luna woke up. The first rays of morning light began to peek through the window in the safe room, and she’d look over to Sunshine. Even the way her sissy slept was posh and reserved: Slightly curled up, tail poking underneath her chin in an almost catlike pose.
Hmph. Well, Luna had nightmares the night previous. Horrible dreams where her precious brownie was just in sight and no matter how fast she made her weggies move, it always floated further and further away.
Well, two of Sunshine’s most precious treasures were the trophies on her little stand but she had something even more special: A binder full of stickers she’d collected ever since they were babbehs. So many stickers. Some were scratch ‘n sniff, others were super sparkly. Stars and rainbows. Cartoony foods. Giving an evil giggle, Luna slyly made her way down the bed and slunk over to where the binder was kept.
The next few minutes were spent peeling away stickers in the binder and affixing them to herself. All the best ones, too. Sunshine was so proud of this collection before that she’d gloated about all the bestest ones, so Luna knew exactly what to targets. Hooves, abdomen, snoot, and ears all got covered in different stickers.
Eventually, Sunshine woke up with a prim yawn and gently stretched out. Eyelashes fluttering as her sight adjusted to the early sunlight, her heart quickened upon seeing Luna taking all of her precious collection.
“STICKIES!” Bolting down from the bed, the mare bounded up to Luna and shoved her down on the floor. Raised one dainty hoof up, totally prepared to give her sorry-hoofsies. Yet she was a proper little lady, and proper little ladies didn’t give sorry-hoofsies.
Giggling over the evil just wrought on her sissy, Luna stuck her tongue out. There was a sticker on the tip of even that! A glittery rainbow!
“Wry yew hae Sunsheen su muchsies!?” The mare asked her sister, pushing past Luna. On a nightstand was something very special not just to her, but to Luna as well: It was a photograph of the two of them along with their fluffy mummah and their bwuddah. Mummah and bwuddah were both fowebbah sweepies: Mummah because of sickies, bwuddah because he’d been an espowin’ babbeh who had espowed his way right into under a wheelie chair.
Blinking a bit, Luna could only feel all the mirth of being a brat bleed out as her sissy exploded on her.
“Yew am da wowstest sissy! Mummah nu wub yew! Sunny dun wub yew! Yew nu am awwowed in pwetty pictcheh NU MOWE!” Spitting the photograph down onto the ground, Sunshine carefully leveled a hoof up over it, pressed down. One side had most of their mummah, their bwuddah, and Sunshine in it. The other had part of their mummah and all of Luna. Ripping it in half, Luna watched in shock as the half containing her got spit out at her. Isolated. Forever split away from her family.
Eyes tearing up, Luna felt her heart breaking. Yeah she’d been a bad fluffy. Had been all the time to her sissy. Sniffling a bit, Luna cradled the photograph half containing herself close. “Wuna jus’ wan be wike sissy. Dun wun hab pooby butt, wan be smawty fwuffy, wan be Sunny.” Tears dripped down her cheeks again. Even though her life had never been bad, she’d watched her sister always excel. Be way better at just about everything she’d ever done. Why? ‘Cause she was the bestest babbeh. Luna might not have ever been the dummeh babbeh, but she wanted everyone to like her too. Or just pay attention. Sunshine was soooo great and she was just…Luna.
Pinning her ears down, huffing angrily because Luna was still covered in HER stickers, Sunshine felt guilty again. Yeah Luna was annoying. About as irritating as the fluffies at her school: Reginald or Turtle certainly ground her patience down to nothing most the time. It was still her sissy though, and even a fluffy could understand family was maybe something special.
Would their mummah have wanted them to be angry at each other? Well, no. Mummah had never been particularly smart herself, even for a fluffy, but she’d always tried to get them to get along. Huggies an’ wub.
“Sunsheen sowwy, Wuna.” Gently taking the scrap of photograph from her sissy, she went to her arts and crafts table. Giving a fluffy any kind of adhesive was generally a bad idea, but Sunshine was just that trustworthy and had a gluestick to help mend the photo. It wasn’t the best job but considering she was working with her hooves and mouth, it was the most she could do. Displaying the repaired photograph to Luna, she watched her sissy sniffle and give a feeble smile.
“Wub Wuna?” She asked, and Sunshine nodded. Even though she was still mad about her sissy being covered in all her favorite stickers, and being so annoying, and generally being a NUISANCE. Sunshine had been her mummah’s bestest babbeh and bestest babbehs should be a good example.
“Yis, Wuna. Wan pway Bibfoot Findies?” That was Luna’s favorite game, and her eyes immediately lit up. Giggling, she looked off toward the toy closet with huge eyes.
“Mehbe Bibfoot am dewe? Goan hewp Wuna findsies?” She asked in a voice that was supposed to sound suspicious but Luna had no acting ability whatsoever. Smiling, Sunshine pushed up beside her sister and went to play a game she thought was silly. It made Luna feel good though and that’s all that mattered.
