Hi first time writing literally writing any sort of story so plz be gentle lol
Looking for any constructive criticism cuz I know it’s not the best
I guess you could say I’m an average guy I’m 22 with brown hair, brown eyes, average looks, and an average build I’m nothing special if I’m honest. Right now I’m taking an average boring walk down the street when suddenly I hear it.
“Peep chirp peep pip chirp peep”
“Shush babbehs hoomins wiww heaw ‘ou!”
Fluffies? Not surprising they’re everywhere these days, while I’ve never owned one, I’ve interacted with them a few times when walking around pet stores and fluffy marts (I just like to walk around and look at cute animals don’t judge me) and they’ve been hit or miss either being sweet little bundles of joy or bratty little shitrats so here’s hoping they’re the former rather than the latter.
‘Where is it coming from?’ I think to myself as I pass by an alleyway only to see a quick flash of blue-ish green wiggling in a box “Gotcha” I whisper to myself as I begin walking towards the box barely hearing an extremely hushed “mummah song” “Hello” I said quietly as to not scare the little thing only to hear a small gasp followed by silence “I’m not here to hurt you little fluffy I just want to talk to you” again silence for a few seconds and then…
“Hoomin no huwt fwuffy mummah ow babbehs?” a little voice chirped out and I saw her, a tiny little earth fluffy with seafoam fluff with a turquoise mane ‘Cute’ I thought looking at her “I promise I will not hurt you or your babies, my name’s Matt what’s yours?” I said as calmly as possible, she calmed down a little but was still clearly on edge closing her blue eyes before responding “mummah no hab namesie am just fwuffy befowe, now namesie am mummah” ok not a runaway that’s good at least “Can I see your babbehs? I want to see if they’re okay” she looked more nervous again before asking “Hoomin pwomise no huwt babbehs?” wow seems like she’s had bad experiences with people in the past, I need to be as gentle as possible not to scare her.
“I promise I will not hurt you or your babies” I say with a hopefully sincere enough smile to put her at ease. “Otay if hoomin pwomise. ‘ou can see babbehs, buh no touchies” replied the fluffy still a little unsure of me “Dese am mummah’s pwetty babbehs” she said beaming with motherly pride.
“peeep chirp pip peeep peep” A chorus of chirps and peeps, as well as a hideous smell greeted me, the noises (and smell) belonged to a purple unicorn, a green earthie, a blue pegasus, a pink unicorn, and a yellow earthie barley past the “chirpie” phase, must be newborns all seemingly well fed but filthy and shivering slightly “they’re very pretty and they look nice and healthy, you’re a very good mom” as I said this she beamed again blushing slightly “fank ‘ou nice Mistah gib mummah bigges’ heawt happies tu heaw 'ou think babbehs am pwetty. wish speshuw fwend was hewe to heaw dis” she smiled sadly with tears welling up in her eyes it was most likely that her mate had died not long ago. As I looked at her I kept feeling this feeling of sadness in my chest after all a fluffy and her foals living on the streets can be extremely difficult especially if that fluffy mother is single and with it being nearly October it was going to start getting colder these fluffies wouldn’t be able to survive the conditions even with a good mother like this one, so with a heavy heart and a lump in my throat I say….
“Do you want to come live with me?” ‘What are you doing Matt stop stop STOP!!’ But it was too late because as soon as the word left my lips her face lit up “weawwy ‘ou wet fwuffies wibe wiff ‘ou!?” ‘God I’m so dumb why am I doing this?’ “Ye-yes?” I strained to reply “Fank ‘ou nice Mistah!!! Fank ‘ou fank ‘ou fank ‘ou!!!” her sudden outburst startled her young “Peep chirp chirp pip!” they cried “Sowwy babbehs nu mean to gib scawdies! Mummah wub babbehs, babbehs wub mummah~” she sang calming them down almost instantly “I live nearby so you won’t have to go far but it’s probably too far for you to walk with babies on your back so…” I say looking around for “aha! I’ll carry you there in this box” a box luckily freshly thrown out so it was clean and dry unlike their let’s face it, disgustingly soiled box nest “Otay nices’ Mistah! Cum hewe babbehs fwuffies am goin’ to nice housie wit Mistah” only to be met with more peeps and chirps “Otay hewe am pwetty puwpwe babbeh, an pwetty bwoo babbeh, an pwetty yewwow, an pwetty gweenie babbeh an pwetty pinkie babbeh” she said passing them to me before stopping and looking around “wait whewe-” before she could finish I heard more peeping from the back of the box “do you have-” “oh nu!” she interrupted me before I could finish rushing back into her nest coming out with…
A brown baby ‘sigh thought it was too good to be true, oh well at least I can take the babies with me’ I thought looking at the fluffy with her ‘poopie’ babbeh which I was about to take from her and walk away only to hear something I never thought I’d hear out of a fluffy’s mouth “bad babbeh mummah teww ‘ou ‘ou am too wittew to ‘spwowe ‘ou awmost gu in poopie piwe” she said not hitting or shouting just sternly talking to her child before picking it up and bringing it to me “hewe am pwetty poopie babbeh, Sowwy wittwe babbeh am smaww but wub tu ‘spwowe eben if see pwaces nu open yet tee-hee” she giggled as I stood dumbfounded that she just called her baby both poopie and pretty in the same sentence what the hell is happening right now?! “Hewwo nice Mistah ‘ou otay? can mummah an pwetty babbeh get in boxie now?” she said cocking her head to the side in confusion.
I blinked and shook my head a little before responding “oh! Yeah, here you go” as I helped her into the box, I realised I had touched dirty shit-covered fluffies with my bare hands ‘fuck my life’ I thought standing up box in my (filthy) hands and began my walk to my building realising I have to get them and myself clean I spoke again dreading an outburst “you know when we get to my ‘housie’ we’ll have to give you a… bath” she was silent for a few seconds before replying “Am dat cweanies wit wawm wawa an pwetty smwewwin stuff?” Again, I am left speechless at her response wondering if I’m dreaming, shaking my head again “Yes it’s warm water with nice smelling soap, how do you know about baths?” she smiled and looked up at me saying “mummah meet housie fwuffy many fowebahs ago teww mummah abou’ baffies, was scawdies at fiwst buh nice housie fwuffy say baffies am nice an fun!”
Okay, this has to be the best fluffy in existence, but she needs one more thing… “hey, how would you like a name?” as soon as I said it her face lit up like a Christmas tree “namesie fow mummah!! Fank ‘ou nice Mistah!” she squealed with glee as I struggled to think of a name ‘hmm she’s seafoam coloured and doesn’t mind water…’ “how about… Marina” somehow her face lit up even more “fank ‘ou nicest Mistah! Mawina wub new namesie! Wub nice Mistah!” okay she’s adorable I think I made a great decision today…. Wait my place isn’t fluffy proof and I have no fluffy supplies… FUCK!!!
