This is gonna be a pretty awesome day.
You’re a good fluffy and you have a good life. Your name is Meatball, and you’re a happy little stallion. Your daddy says he named you Meatball because you look like one. You don’t have the wherewithal to be offended, and are in fact overjoyed by the wonderful name. You are Meatball, Meatball is you, life is good.
You stretch your stumpy little limbs. You hop down from your comfy beddies and head straight to the litterbox. You bite your lower lip and scrunch up your face, farting loudly while evacuating your bowels. You kick some clean litter over your hot and fresh deposit, thank the litterbox, and make your way to your food bowl.
The kibble tastes pretty bland, but you eat it anyways. It isn’t awful, but it was certainly no sketti, which you only get on special occasions. But it’s tasty enough and fills up your tummy. You wolf down the morning meal and make your way to your daddeh’s office. He does a bunch of boring worksies on a small teebee while another teebee has some boring shows that aren’t FluffTV. You prefer shows that are FluffTV. Your favorite show is Babies! You like it because it has babies on it (which are for hugs and love). You hope to have babies one day.
You give your daddeh a big hug on his legs. He reaches down and rubs your head. This gives you the biggest heart-happies, your tail swishes frantically back and forth. You walk over to your corner beddies, but before you can even get cozy your daddeh drops an absolute bombshell on you.
“Hey Meatball, I have a friend coming over around dinnertime. She’s bringing a fluffy. I figured I’ll make some spaghetti for you guys.”
Your eyes widen. Serotonin and dopamine flood your little brain. Your pulse quickens and your breathing becomes rapid and shallow. Euphoria bordering on metaphysical transcendence envelops your tiny stupid body.
“Meetbaww ams hav fwends fuh dinnew? Sketti dinnew?” you ask excitedly as you spring to your feet. You rear up onto your hind legs and begin your most incredible dance routine. It’s completely spontaneous, certainly not something that you’ve really rehearsed, but it just feels… right. You just know that you are crushing it. Every spastic shake and twist of your upright body, every thrust and flail of your front legs are guided by divine providence.
Your daddeh looks at you and calmly says “Yes.”. The affirmation is electric, and your dance becomes too passionate to maintain. You pick up a hind leg and jump from one hoof to another. Your body simply isn’t as nimble as your heart. You fall onto your back on the wooden floor. You struggle to get to your feet again before bolting out of the room. You don’t know why your daddeh was laughing at that exact moment, probably something silly on his teebee.
The day seems to stretch on for many fowevahs. You try to play with your favorite toysies, but you’re too excited to play with another fluffy! You trot about the house all day, excitedly looking out windows and talking to yourself about how awesome your friend is going to be. You just have a feeling that your friend will be the best friend ever. You’ve told all your stuffed animals, and they unanimously agree.
Hours later, there is a knock at the door. You nearly have bad poopies with all the excitement. You have the forethought to address that concern and sprint to your litterbox, quickly shitting as much as you can before running back towards the front door. You see your daddeh giving a kiss to a nice looking lady. She is holding a box that has fluffy noises coming from it. Your friend!
The nice lady walks into your saferoom and puts the box on the floor. There is a wire metal door on the front. You immediately lock eyes with the other fluffy. It’s a stallion, like you. You’re a little disappointed, a pretty mare sure would have been nice, but that’s okay. A stallion is literally the second best option! You smile bigly and wag your tail, hoping the other fluffy will reciprocate. The nice lady opens the wire door and the fluffy steps out.
He’s a little smaller than you. And quite a bit fatter. He stomps his hooves and glares up at his mummah before locking eyes on you. He puffs out his cheeks dramatically. Your tail freezes. You smile dumbly at this brute, not knowing what his fucking problem is.
“Meatball,” the nice lady says “I’d like you to meet… Spaghetti!”.
The other fluffy stares at you, cheeks still puffed, not moving at all.
“Fwuffys name… a-ams Sketti?”
“It sure is! And yours is Meatball! Spaghetti and Meatball! Isn’t that cute?” The nice lady and your daddeh share a laugh before exiting the saferoom, closing the gate behind them as they leave.
You don’t understand. This other fluffy… is named Sketti? But sketti is a nummies, not a name. You’ve never met a fluffy named Sketti before. You’ve met like twenty Bubblegums, a few Candys, and even two Limes. But never a Sketti!
“H-hewwo Sketti, ams Meetbaww-“
“Gib toysies an nummies, nao!”
Well. This certainly isn’t a great start to the famous friendship you were destined to have. Maybe he was just shy? You’re sure he’ll warm up to you as he gets to know you.
“O-otay. Fowwow Meetbaww, wiww show ou whewe toysies am.”
You turn to lead the way to your toy corner. It’s only a few feet away. You trot briskly and Sketti follows close behind. You get to your favorite toy (a block with smiling fluffy faces on all sides) and lean down to nudge it. You suddenly feel a sharp pain from behind. You yelp in pain and jump forward slightly. It takes a minute for your mind to realize exactly what part of you is hurt.
It’s your special wumps. Something pinched them.
You turn around and look at Sketti. His mouth is open and he looks angrily at you. Before you can inquire as to what information he might have regarding your testicular trauma, he begins to shout at you.
“Nu faiw! Meetbaww hab spechuw wumps! Sketti nu hab spechuw wumps! Wumps taken fwom Sketti, eben tho Sketti wan wumps tu be a big stwong stawwion! No faiw! Dummeh Meetbaww hab wumps but Sketti nu hab wumps again!”
He was shouting loudly. Apparently, he didn’t have his wumps. And that was super unfortunate for him. But you did have your wumps, and you intended to keep them. You decided to remind him that wumps were not for biting.
“Sketti nu bite Meetbawws wumps again. Meetbaww nee wumps fuh make babbehs one day! Meetbaww am big stawwion, ams gunna meet pweety mawe and hab da bestest babbehs!”
Sketti cried. Inconsolably. Enough to bring the humans back into the room. Your daddeh asked what happened, and you provided an abridged synopsis of the recent events.
“Sketti ams saddies dat ams hab nu wumps. Sketti bite Meetbawws wumps. Meetball teww Sketti dat wumps ams fu spechuw huggies and babbeh, nu fow nummies.”
The nice lady says something to your daddeh. Apparently Sketti had his lumps removed earlier that day! That was extra sad. You decided to give Sketti some huggies to make him all better. The grumpy stallion doesn’t hug you back, but that’s okay. You were happy as long as he felt slightly better. Your daddeh and the nice lady both said “aww” and left the room again. You were, once again, alone with Sketti.
You let him play with your blockies, but he just cried and said his spechuw pwace still had hurties. You rolled a ball towards him, but it accidentally bumped against the place where his wumps had been, and he cried some more. You turned on your FluffTV to watch a show, but when Sketti saw Babies! was on he cried too loud for you to hear the show.
You decided you didn’t really like Sketti.
You turned off FluffTV and went to your saferoom door. You called out for your daddeh. You could hear him and the nice lady doing something in daddeh’s bedroom. You called out a few more times but daddeh didn’t respond. You turned back to the whiny stallion.
“So… yu ams from awound here, ow…”
He just cried some more. Then he suddenly stopped! He asked if you could help him search your saferoom for his wumps, he figured maybe they ran away. That idea struck you as particularly rational. You were disappointed you didn’t think of it sooner. This guy might be smarter than you had given him credit for. The two of you begin to walk around the room, calling out for “wumpies” as you looked under the toys and inside the litterbox.
You then hear your daddeh in the doorway of the saferoom. He’s checking up on the two of you. It’s dinnertime, and he asks if you’re ready to eat. You notice he’s barely wearing any clothes, and you can see he is all wet from the shower. Silly daddeh, showers are for bweakfast timesies, not dinnew timesies.
You look over your shoulder and see your “playmate” is digging in the litterbox, calling out for his wumps. He got excited for a second, thinking he had found them, and was crushed to discover what he unearthed was just two turds. It was an absolute emotional rollercoaster, and his mournful wails were fully justified. You look back at your daddeh.
“No wan Sketti” you whisper loudly.
“Really bud, you don’t want Spaghetti?”
“Yus. Dat ams wite. No wans Sketti anymowe.”
“But you were so excited for Spaghetti earlier. You did a whole dance and everything.”
You try to convince your daddeh that this playdate, which was highly anticipated for almost a full day, had simply gone tits up.
“Daddeh, Meetbaww did wan Sketti den, but Meetbaww nu wans Sketti nao.”
There. That ought to do it. Crystal clear.
“Well, if you say so bud. I’ll try to find something else for you.”
Your daddeh leaves and you breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe he would find you a better playmate. Maybe a pretty mare! Maybe he knew that pretty mare Bubblegum from daycare. Or Candy! Or even Lime! Anyone but this whiny little bit-
“Meetbaww, Sketti ams have idea.”
You trot over, your innate optimism in full control of your feeble mind.
“Wut ams idea?”
“Weww, Meetbaww ams habs TUU wumps. And Sketti ams habs NUU wumps.”
“Yus, dats wite. Ou had wumps cut off!”
“…yus. Weww… Sketti couwd maybe take juss WUN wump from Meetbaww. Den, bowf Sketti and Meetbaww each hab WUN wump!”
You would have to double check his math. It seemed correct but you just couldn’t be sure. Your gut instinct was to decline to have a wump removed. You open your mouth to voice your polite dissent when your daddeh returns, this time with nummies.
“Dinner is served, guys! Dig in!”
Your daddeh walks in and puts two bowls of kibble on the floor. You look up at him like he has a nu-nu stick growing out of his forehead.
“Daddeh… dis nu ams sketti. Ou say dat Meetbaww an fwend ams habs sketti!”
“Ams Sketti” Spaghetti says sadly, eating his kibble.
“Nu”, you correct “Nuu ams sketti. Ams kibbew.”
“Buddy you said you didn’t want Spaghetti!”
You’re completely incredulous. What in the fuck was he talking about.
“Meetbaww wubs sketti daddeh”
“Well I’m glad you two are getting along!”
It takes you a minute to realize what he means. Oh, this won’t do.
“Nuu, nu wan dat Sketti-“
“Yeah, that’s what you said earlier. You wanted Spaghetti earlier but then you changed your mind.”
“Daddeh… Meetbaww ams wan sketti fu dinnew”
“Yeah bud, I brought two bowls. One for you and one for him.”
You glare at your daddeh.
“Dis kibbew nu ams sketti-“ you state loudly, pointing at your bowl of food.
“Dis am Sketti’s kibbew!” Spaghetti states loudly, pointing at his own bowl of food.
“Eat your kibble, I’m gonna be spending a bit more time with Spaghetti’s mom!”. Daddeh turns and trots back to his bedroom. You can hear the nice lady giggle as he enters the room. You’re glad they’re having fun and all, but you can’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of spaghetti.
“Huu huu… wan sketti…”
“Sketti ams wite hewe”
“Nu!” You shout. “Wans sketti sketti.”
“Sketti ams wite hewe”. He says again.
You simply can’t. Not right now anyways. You politely excuse yourself, fart softly, and trot away. Eyes full of tears, mouth full of kibble, you set a course for your beddies. This awesome day has turned into a total bust and you just want it to be over.
You nap fitfully while Sketti continues to hunt for his wumps. You awake when his mummah, freshly showered and smelling very pretty, comes into the saferoom. She is holding daddehs hand. She puts her grumpy stallion into his box and kisses your daddeh goodnight. The fluffy calls down for you to keep checking your saferoom for his wumps. You don’t bother responding.
Your daddeh walks the nice lady to her car and returns to the house a moment later. You follow him to the living room and sit next to him on the couch. He pets your mane while you watch a little not-FluffTV-teebee.
“Hey bud, you seem off. You were so happy this morning. What’s wrong.”
“Wan sketti…” you say.
“Well… I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be an even better day!” Daddeh says excitedly.
You gasp, as all excited fluffies do.
“Ams habs sketti tomowwow!” You ask, before clarifying. “Ams habs sketti fuh dinnew tomowwow?”
“Even better champ, for breakfast!”
“Sketty bweakfast! Ow boy!” You rear up onto your hind legs, another excited dance bursting forth from your body.
The rest of the night was much better. You watched some teebee with dad. He talked to that nice lady on the phone for a while. And eventually it was dark and you were tired. Daddeh carried you to your litterbox and then to your bed. You slept soundly and dreamt of the sketti you were promised.
You slept so soundly you didn’t wake up until much later than you normally do. You felt so much better after a good night sleep.
This is gonna be a pretty awesome day, you think to yourself.
Your daddeh walks to the saferoom doorway. The nice lady from last night is with him. They are both smiling. That makes you smile too! You look up at them.
“Sketti fu bweakfast?” you ask excitedly.
“See, I told you he’d be excited.” Daddeh says to the nice lady, who giggles at him. “You really wanted to have Spaghetti for breakfast, huh boy?”
“Yus! Yus! Ams suu excited! Am wubs sketti! Wubs sketti and wubs bweatfast! Sketti bweakfast ams best bweakfast ever!”
You can’t help it. You rear up again, it’s time to dance.
The nice lady walks into the saferoom and plops her fluffy on the floor. He has tears in his eyes and his cheeks are puffed. Your jaw drops in astonishment. Before you can say anything, your daddeh reaches into the saferoom and puts down two bowls of kibble.
“Thanks for having Spaghetti for breakfast!” the nice lady laughs. She then takes daddeh by the hand and practically drags him to his bedroom.
You look at the other stallion.
“Nu wan Sketti fu bweakfast…”
“huu huu”
~FIN~