Hi again! It’s been a bit since my last post and I’ve had a pretty bad week so I decided it’s time to see how Betty and her fluffy are getting along.
There were plenty of horror stories about fluffies and water. Apparently, the things would drown just thinking about rain. And thus “Wawa am bad fo Fwuffy” became a hardwired part of their programming.
Which lead to tantrums at bathtime and half drownings becoming a common form of abuse.
Likely because of the tantrums.
Standing in a locked fluff-mart self grooming station, clothes drenched and near deaf from the screaming coming from the sink she stood over Betty Barnes almost understood why. Fluffies were loud and never moreso than when they believed they were going to die.
“Why mummah be meanie tu babbeh? Am so widdwe! Nee huggies. Nu nee baf… huuhuu…” Came the pitiful squeaking of the fluffy Betty had come into possession of a little less than half an hour ago from where it stood in the world’s smallest puddle.
“You do so need a bath.” Betty said sternly, booping the foal’s snoot with a finger. Not a flick, but it was enough to stop the whining for a moment. “You’re covered in chocolate sauce, jimmies and goodness knows what else and you don’t smell pretty.”
A tiny gasp came from the foal and it sat back on it’s haunches, snuffling at itself. Despite herself, Betty couldn’t keep from giggling.
“Babbeh nu smew pwetty. Am stinky.” it said, despondent, its little forelegs flopping down forlornly.
“You are.” Betty replied, opening the bag of supplies she’d just bought. That a Fluff-mart was less than a block from an Abusement Park had to be intentional. But when she saw it on the way back to her she could have kissed the building. No way was she putting the foal in her car in the state it was in.
And any souvenir money she’d brought was better spent on things the foal needed. Like a carrier, toys, litter box, kibble and, most importantly, fluffy shampoo. Rainbow sorbet scented, at that.
“But we are going to fix that. And, if you’re good, maybe we’ll get something yummy for dinner on the way home.” She uncapped the bottle once she found it and gently scooped up the fluffy with her free hand.
At the promise of a treat, the fluffy became very quiet and very serious. Not wanting to misbehave and miss out on the promise of something yummy.
With silence reigning, Betty plopped a very small amount of shampoo onto the foal’s back and started to gently rub it into it’s sticky fluff.
When she had first seen it you couldn’t tell what color it was buried under a sundae’s worth of ice cream toppings. But as she cleaned it up, she found that it was a colt with a pastel orange coat, a mane and tail that were a pastel rainbow of orange, lime and raspberry. On its forehead there was a tiny horn that reminded Betty of the end of a waffle cone.
Two tiny wings flapped nervously on it’s back as it peeped a violet colored eye open to look at her. And Betty stared back, absolutely amazed.
An Alicorn. That asshole at the park was gonna freeze dry and sell an alicorn.
What a moron.
“Look at you!” She smiled, rubbing suds into the baby’s cheek, making him giggle. “There was a pretty little baby under all that gunk!”
The foal giggled happily, loving the praise and finding itself becoming very fond of his grouchy new mummah. That was until the time came for getting rinsed off. But still he didn’t scream. Only squeak unhappily until the water was eventually turned off and he was placed on a warm counter top and wrapped in a warm towel.
“Babbeh am gud babbeh?” He peeped, peeking up from the little burrito he was wrapped up in.
“The bestest.” Betty answered, still not quite believing her luck. With those colors and that temperament, the foal was worth a fortune. And here she’d got him for fifty cents. Toppings extra. Not that it really mattered, she guessed, she had planned to care for the fluffy while it was still a pile of melted ice cream that she’d slipped on. It could have been shit brown and she would have still fussed over it.
“You were very good during your bath so we’ll get spaghetti on our way home.” She said decisively, snapping on the last piece of the carrier together before lifting the fluffy in it’s towel up up cradle it very carefully.
“Sketties!” The colt gasped, it’s eyes wide and it’s tummy rumbling at the very thought of the special treat. “Babbeh nevew hav sketties befow! Sketties bestesh nummies!”
“Consider it a birthday present. Today starts a new life for you.” She gave them a very gentle cuddle, smiling to feel it nuzzling her cheek. “Sorbet.”
“Sowbay?” The tiny voice was confused, but happy.
“Mhm. Sorbet is your name from now on.”
End part 2