Métamorphose part 5 (Par Monsieur)

Dedicated to the singular fan waiting for part 5.

Part 1

June 13th 2009

Henri Saturday had been largely uneventful; He waited lazily lounging around his house for his furniture delivery. He had by this point been fully resolved himself to keep contact with his fluffies to a bare minimum as every interaction he’s had with them has been torturous to him; Largely due to his unbreakable determination in getting the results he wants without willing too change his ideas as it would be a self imposed admission of failure. He thought about the sheer amount of feces his two fluffies could produce while waiting; It astounded him as the two could rival the amount of shit a grown hog could produce. Finally after waiting for an hour he hears the doorbell, he eagerly goes to greet the movers before coming to a quick realization about his fluffies.

"Hi we are on before of Leon’s here for the delivery at 123 faek street. Is this Henry Do-verge-ear im speaking too? " An all too familiar greeting to the man with a name from last century. He hears the screeching of fluffies in the back of his mind knowing he cant let the movers into the house and accidentally come across his ambiguously legal pets. He sighs eternally hating what he has to do.

“Hi yeah im Henri” He reaches out the shake the movers hand “Just leave everything on the lawn il bring it in” He hated the words coming out of his mouth but had no choice in the matter.

“It says here you paid for moving and delivery?” The worker tells Henri.

“No no dont worry about it just leave on the lawn some personal things just came up.” Henri lied, he knew that saying “personal reasons” is a phenomenal excuse for English speakers; Even though if you think about all reason is based on personal opinion.

“uhhhhh okay? You will not be receiving a refund if you decline right now” He tells Henri slightly confused as to why he would decline his services in what appears to be a very barren house.

“No im all good thank you” Henri dismiss him as the 2 men unload the contents of the truck onto his lawn. Henri remarks how he wont be able to have a lawn this year because of his fluffies. He sighs to himself as he brings in each item placing them into his living room. He could move the couch, tables, and chairs to his bottom floor but had to leave his mattress on the bottom floor. He remarks to himself how its too late to swap rooms with the shitrats.

He heaved and hulled all the heavy cabinets into his living room grunting and panting as his years of wrestling hogs and hockey pushed his body to carry 200 pound wood dresser and equally heavy desk up the stairs but failing to bring up his mattress without anyone’s help in guiding it in. He cursed his fluffies for the millionth time that day, and tried to get a hold of his uncle the only person he knew that could come over to his house but it went straight to voice mail. He would have to sleep on his air mattress upstairs again.

After finishing his fairly unproductive day Henri entered his safe room expecting it to be covered shit due to the loud noises he made moving; His suspicion being correct although it didn’t make him feel any better.


June 16th 2009

“Go play with your fluffies” Brian words echoed in Henri mind as woke up and got off his air mattress. Yesterday he spent his afternoon with his uncle after getting his certification to use ladders safely on Monday and ran into Brian the CEO. Brain was only trying to be nice giving Henri the day off as knew Henri had spent a lot of time and effort with his prototype and had only moved in to his place 12 days ago. For Henri however work had been a great excuse to ignore his fluffies.

He was tasked to give a full report on his opinions of fluffies by August 1st he had no idea if he should be positive or negative. He asked his uncle for advice and was told to just keep a ledger of all activities and journal his feelings. He would mill around his house before he finally Henri stood in front of the saferoom door. Now with more hesitation then he opens the door.

“Daddeh” both of his fluffies say in unison reinforcing Henri hatred towards the abbarent creatures.

“Hello my pets” Henri said aloofly and strangely. “Who wants food?” He asks trying to be enthusiastic thinking about how weird cat ladies act as a point of reference for how he should be acting.

“Fwuffy wan nummies daddeh” His stallion exclaimed waddling slowly towards him from the castle the two fluffies were in.

“Soon-mummah nee nummies fow tummeh babbeh” the mare says while following behind her mate. The two fluffies giving that trademark grin and smile looking up with those big eyes. Henri only thought about the small miracle that no feces were on the floor rather then meet their attempts at eye contact.

“Daddeh, fwuffy maek gud poopies. Bu nu smeww pwetty in housie pwease take way gud poopies” The mare demands too Henri. Her demand made Henri eye twitches as he perceived it to be an insult

“Does this fluffy think I exist only to clean and feed it” Henri thought to himself without a ounce of self reflection that all he has done is clean and feed his fluffies as the two fluffies waddle towards him babbling to each other while he remains silent.

“Wewe nummies?” the stallion asks looking up at Henri with his big eyes snapping Henri back too reality.

“Oh yeah” He responds to the fluffy before unceremoniously dumping the bag of kibble into the feeding bowls.

“siwwy daddeh fwuffies nee wawa tu” He chuckles slightly as Henri frowned.

The mare finally waddles to her bowl before smelling her food. It didnt smell good like spaghetti which she expected.

“Daddeh fwuffy am soon-mummah nee bestest nummies fow tummeh babbehs nu wan kibbwe wan skettis” She told Henri after smelling her food.

“You will not have spaghetti fluffy” Henri responds gritting his teeth so that he doesnt snap at them

"Bu fwuffy nee gud nummies " The stallion begged Henri hoping to gain the succulent meal that his kin craved.

“SOON-MUMMAH NEE BESTEST NUMMIES DADDEH” The mare screamed-begged because she felt entitled to the best food available for her and her children.

“No not you, the other fluffy” He says looking at the stallion “You both do as I say” . Henri tried to keep control with his authoritative and dehumanizing way of talking to his pets as if they were robots who would follow his commands. To Henri whats the point of teaching an animal how to understand commands if it wont obey. The urge to physically discipline his pets grew even more. The thought slowly crept in his head to strangle them.

“BU FWUFFY WAN SKETTIS DADDEH” The stallion now yells louder followed by the mare screaming “SOON MUMMAH NEE SKETTIS”. With both of his fluffies begging at his feat blabbering about spaghetti. Abruptly Henri leaves walking away while his fluffies babble and waddle behind him. Henri no longer believes himself to be sober enough to deal with the situation and leaves to smoke some weed before he would return to the safe room, a worrying sign for things to come.

“DADDEH” The fluffies yell out to him as he walked away from the saferoom. The white coated stallion looks at his special friend with confusion in his eyes.

“Y daddeh weave?” The stallion asks his special friend “Daddeh nu wub fwuffies?” His little mind tried to comprehend such a foreign idea. Fluffies are for love and hugs why would a human not give a fluffy love and hugs? This was all so confusing to him; Daddeh already gave them spaghetti so why would he not give it again? Doesnt he know that fluffies need the bestest nummies he thought to himself.

“Daddeh nu am smawty. Onwy gib fwuffy nu-gud huggie one time” She responds thinking back about what Henri has done for her. “Daddeh nu hewp fwuffy wif munstah eder”

Gasp Y daddeh nu hewp spechew fwend? Spechew fwend am gud fwuffy?” Shocked at this revelation. “Fwuffy pwotect spechew fwend nu wowwy” He says proudly and resolutely despite being too scared to look at water.

The mare runs over to her mate and hugs him. “u am bestest spechew fwend evah! fwuffy wub u” she coos to him. “Fwuffy wub u too” The stallion responds depending the hug silently for a few seconds

“Fwuffy knu dat daddeh am dummeh” The mare breaks the silence with a shit eating grin. “Fwuffy nee teww daddeh how be gud hoomin and gib fwuffy bestest wub an huggies an skettis fow famiwy fowevahs!” She says proudly. Henri had been a awful owner in many ways but the mistake of feeding his fluffy skettis for the majority of their meals so they would shut up made his life a lot worse.

“How spechew-fwend du dat?” he asks astonished that she could do such a thing.

“Fwuffy am smawty teww daddeh wat fwuffy wan” She stated starting the process of turning into a smarty. Despite Henri neglect he did do almost everything his fluffy wanted but never stayed with her long enough with her for her to demand things beyond spaghetti and cleaning up her litter. But fluffies are creatures of habit the few lessons that Henri gave needed to be done repeatedly along with building a healthy relationship.

The two fluffies continue to hug for a few minuets before going to play a game of huggy tag laughing and having as much fun a fluffy can feeling that unconditional love from their partner.

Henri would finish up his “smoke break”. He had thought of something, it would be easier to name his fluffies instead of calling them both fluffy which was causing his fluffies to respond to every question he asked even if directed at the other one. He ashes out his joint and reenters his saferoom now high.

“DADDEH” both fluffies exclaim and run over to his feet as their genetic programming told them too. Henri felt as if he might step on them accidentally… maybe thats how he could get rid of his pets he briefly considers.

“daddeh? Fwuffy wan huggie” The stallion asks determined to test out the theory of his mate. Cold and ever distant Henri only stares back. “Daddeh fwuffy nee huggies, huggies am gud fow fwuffy an daddeh” The stallion continues on as Henri looks on disinterested. The stallion stands on his hind legs in the infamous huggie position.

Henri conceded again grabing the fluffy by the mid section and bringing it to his chest. The stallion spreading his forelegs to complete the very one sided hug. Henri would put him down quickly after holding him to his chest for a around 20 seconds.

Alright you two little Fu..luffies" Henri corrects himself “Its annoying when you both talk at once so your getting a name to help me talk to you” he finishes

“NYU NAMSIE?” The white fured stallion squealed in delight. He runs around in circles quickly in excitment chanting “nyu namsie” to himself.

“FWUFFY WAN NAMSIE DADDEH” The Blue mare demands from Henri, although he had no idea of knowing this was a threat based on the high pitch voice and limited english vocabulary fluffies posses.

Henri stood silent for a second always caught off guard by the hate they generate in him. Such primal instincts a sign of his declining mental health but he had no way of knowing it. Still uneasiness always followed him as it dawns on him more every day how lucky it to be in his position. He knew the odds of being related to the modern Issac Newton was low, the odds of him being smart were low, and the odds he was able in impress his boss with his fairly audacious gambit made this a 1 in a million chance.

He points to the stallion slowly his mind working a mile a minuet was unaware of the slothfulness of his motions. Finally he utters his pets new name “Judas” He then points to his mare “Marianne”.

“Mawian wub nyu namsie” She squeaks in delight rolling around on the floor and giggling trying to look cute. For a split second and for the last time in his life Henri was sort of fond the self admitted cute animal. Fleeting moments as the lessons of his past reemerge from their dormancy. His subconsicous remebers the life lesson his father taught him at 6 making him pull the trigger on the old farm rifle to kill a pig which failed to give birth. “Stupid fucking animal” Is the thought that emerges from his head.

“Jewdas, jewdas, jewdas” Judas repeats to himself while still running “jewdas bestest namsie evah” he shrieks with joy before running towards the middle of the saferoom"Pway, Pway. Pway!" He hollars as Marianne chases her mate giggling to herself about the good times.

“Mawian get u” She tells Judas as she chases him.

“Nuuu judas am tuu fastie fow spechial-fwend” he giggles to himself before slowing down slightly to allow his mate to catch up. Marianne gives a huggie tackle to Judas as he shrieks with pleasure offering feeble resistance before hugging her back.

“Jewdas wub spechew-fwend” he coos hugging her tightly.

“Now am daddeh tuwn” Marianne tells judas before breaking off the hug as they both run head long towards him.

“Jewdas gonna get u” he says to himself giggling before both fluffies hug Henri shins. Henri stood silent and still his current thoughts dwelling on how much he would rather be at work then playing with baby toys with his biological shit machines.


*June 20th 2009 *

“Daddeh wook at jewdas” Judas squeals as Henri looks at him “weeeeee” he autisticly shrieks going down the pathetically small fluffy safe-slide.

“thats great Judas” Henri replied dismissively. His thoughts were about wanting to shoot them dead with his old colt anaconda.

“Wook am dwawin” The mare babbled on trying to get Henri attention the only way that they could which was by asking him directly.

“thats great Marianne” Henri repeats himself with the same uncaring voice as he did before.

“Wook am dancie fwuffy daddeh wook at jewdas” Judas raises his voice to get Henri attention again.

“thats great Judas” Henri tiredly says again

“Baww! mawian wub pwayin wif baww daddeh” She tries to get his attention again

“thats great marianne” Henri continues to be a broken record.

“Daddeh” Judas runs up to Henri “Jewdas nee huggies daddeh nee huggies nao” Judas demands hugs from Henri.

“Mawian wan huggies tu daddeh” She squals and waddles over to Henri from the drawing corner.

Henri picks up Judas and does his version of a hug holding him somewhat tightly against his chest for a few seconds before putting him down. He watches as Judas waddles off before he picks up Marianne and does the same bringing her to his chest before let her go after a few more seconds.

“Wook daddeh jewdas make good poopies!” He beams with pride as he shits into the litterbox. “Jewdas make gud poopies cuz Jewdas am gud fwuffy” He reaffirms to himself how good of a fluffy he is.

“thats great Judas” Henri thinks about nothing but trying to keep his calm and zen outlook on life other then the unrelenting rage he feels about the creatures which shit uncontrollably everywhere.

“Daddeh poopies nu smeww gud nu gud fow tummeh-babbehs. Nee cwean safe-woom an pwetty smews am soon mummah” she babbles incessantly to Henri despite the fact its been less then 5 seconds Henri and her have been aware of poop. He empties the litter box ignoring the babbling of his fluffies before leaving the saferoom to throw it out the used litter. He walked back the saferoom hearing the faint sounds of his fluffies talking and the word daddeh. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to listen into the conversation his fluffies were having about him.

“Dadddeh am bettah nao dat daddeh wisten tu fwuffiies” Marian tells Judas as she sits near a toy xylophone and assorted colour blankets.

“Bu… fwuffy nee tu wisten tu daddehs.. jewdas hab biggest head huwties tinking bout dummeh daddeh” Judas remains unconvinced since Henri hasn’t been to egregiously awful towards him ever since he moved into Henri house. He thinks about how Henri gave him a saferooms and special friends so Henri had been to his understanding acting as a good owner should be.

“Daddeh ebah gib huggies unwess jewdas ask fow huggies?” Marian brings up Henri cold distance attitude.

“bu… dat twue… bu daddeh stiww gib huggies wen jewdas wan” Judas was hesitant to simply put himself in a position above a human. “Fwuffy awe fow wub and huggies nee gib huggies and wub tu daddeh nu mattah if daddeh am dummeh-daddeh” Judas finishes his thoughts

“Jewdas am wight dat fwuffy awe fow wub an huggies. Bu daddeh nu gib wub an huggies unwess smawty fwuffies teww daddeh dat dey nee huggies an wub” Marianne counters Judas argument.

“bu… dat am…” Judas stammers a bit he tries to think of something but Marianne logic is undeniable to him at least. Love and huggies are the most important thing in the world and Henri never seem to care about love and hugs.

Henri had heard enough from these egotistical shit pests and barges in.

“Whats going on in here” Henri used the tone of voice he normally reserved when getting annoyed at his youngest brother. “Not saying anything mean are you?”

“Fwuffy pwayin wif Jewdas” Marianne partially lies after living with Henri for 2 weeks she has made the smart decision to not fully trust Henri after he tormented her with loud music and almost total social isolation. It would be the smartest decision of her short life.

Henri stared at his two fluffies who remained seated and staring at him waiting for his next action unusual behaviour for fluffies and Henri knew it. Yet he is fed up with the whole concepts of pet ownership left the room unwilling to to act on this perceived slight because he felt so superior to fluffies their opinions didnt matter to him. Of course he would also paradoxically think that Fluffies need to think hes a good owner so Marianne doesn’t reveal that he beat her with newspaper.

“Fucking fluffies” was the last thought on his mind before he went to smoke weed and play video games. The two fluffies look at each other as Henri leaves the room. Their silence should have been a indicator that they were doing something they considered guilty.

“See daddeh nu am smawties wike fwuffies awe! Wook at daddeh nu am happies an daddeh nu gu tu fwuffy fow wub an happies an huggies” She explains to Judas ash she believed she managed to successfully lie to Henri.

Judas sat in silent. It felt wrong but he couldn’t think of a reasonable reason as to why Henri would not want hugs and love from him or Marianne. Fluffies were literally made for love and hugs, and for Henri to not want love and hugs from fluffies is almost unthinkable for a well trained, and spoiled house fluffy.

“Mawian am wight, daddeh nee fwuffies tu teww daddeh wat tu do an wen daddeh nee huggies” Judas relents with his training that good fluffies should listen to humans now being fully undone.


June 23rd 2009

Trois, deux, un Aller” Louis yells upstairs as he pushed the mattress upstairs with Henri guiding it up.

“Gauche GAUCHE… Ma gauche… MERDE MON MUR” Henri yells to his uncle carrying the mattress up the stairs.

“MAUDIT HENRI J’ASSAI” Louis yells back to Henri as pushes the king sized bed up. The two men adjust and slowly move Henri furniture in his house around. As the men work two other creatures stir, beneath where the two former ranchers work Judas and Marianne huddle together.

“S-S-STAWP SCAWIE M-M-MUNSTAH!” Judas screams desperately as he tries to stand confidently in the saferoom. The largely empty room echos with every thud, heavy step, grunt, and the distorted yelling of unrecognizable speech. The low voice conjures fear of the most scariest of beasts in their minds.

“NUUUUUUU” Shrieks Marianne her shrill ear piercing yells only succeeding in making Judas tremble in fear.

“NU NUM MAWIAN AM SOON-MUMMAH HUUU HUUUU” She cries to herself burring her face deeper into Judas fur.

Thud

MERDE

“N-NU GGIB HURTIES TU FAMIWY” Judas stomps his hooves on the padded floor in a attempt to sound loud and intimidating to the threat to his family.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH MON PIED

PFFFFFFFFFFFT

Marianne shits herself adding to the growing pile behind both fluffies being scared quite literally shitless.

“WUN! WUN WAY WEGGIES! NU WAN FOWEVAH SWEEPIES HEWP SPECHEW-FWEND HEWP MAWAIAN HUUUU HUUUUU” Her nerves finally shatter as she makes a mad dash towards the giant play castle behind her trails a stream of liquid feces follows her all the way there.

“NNNNN” He freezes He looks around him, the bad smells make him cringe He looks at his toys. Safe rooms have toys in them so why wasn’t the safe room safe from monsters he pondered to himself; It just made no sense for this place to be so scary. This was so unfair for fluffies to handle he reasoned since all he wanted in life is love, hugs, babbies, and fun with his whole family and owner.

“WUN SPECHEW FWEND! JEWDAS PWOTECT SPECHEW FWEND AN TUMMEH-BABBEHS” He shouts regaining his composure. He didnt have time to think about the great questions of life as he ran behind her keeping a keen eye on his surroundings for any sign of the elusive and most cursed of monsters the Red eye Minotaur.

Shifting sounds of moving furniture

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Marian screams in terror dashing inside the play castle.

C’est quoi cette bruit? a muffled voice from upstarts asks.

“Ben… chais pas moe” Louis responds to Henri inquiry

“NU WET MINOTAUW NUM SPECHEW-FWEND” Judas stops shaking and guards one of the fluffy sized entrance to the play castle. He stomps his foot down and puffs his cheeks as his instincts told him how to look intimidating. He only lets out a little bit of sorry poopies fairly brave for a sheltered fluffy like him.

Silence falls onto the saferoom the only sound being the soft crying of Marianne. Judas remains standing tall and stoically as ever as his mate hides facing a corner in the play house.

“Amm soon-mummah huuu huu” she cries to herself and softly begging with reality as her mind failed to comprehend the threat against her. Why would anyone want to hurt fluffies they are for love and hugs her preprogrammed instincts told her. So long as any fluffy was good and gave love and huggies to their owners things like this would not happen she thought to herself. She considered herself a good fluffy therefor the fault had to be on her owner as she could not rationalize any reason as to why else bad things happened to her.

Henri and Louis finish the final touches in his bedroom. The pair of Frenchmen relax downstairs to drink some beer on his couch infront of the TV listening to some oldschool french heavy metal.

“So how’s the fluffies Henri?” Louis asks his nephew with some concern as Henri looked far more deranged then normal with his normally well groomed curls now being in a frizzy mess.

“I laud them, they cause me nothing but anger” Henri lets his opinion known to the father of all fluffies.

“Tell me Henri why do you hate me creations” Louis asks Henri with a stern voice, not one of displeasure but one of a proud artist who is having his masterpiece viewed by critic.

“They shit fucking everywhere” Henri takes another sip of beer. “Almost every day I have to clean up after them its so fucking annoying”

Louis chuckles slightly “I cant help you with them being annoying” He finishes his bottle of beer. “But maybe I can help with the shit” He gets up from the couch with Henri following behind his uncle.

Louis entered Henri saferoom quietly not making a single noise. He seeing the shit trails leading to the play castle. Louis takes a quick glance around his saferoom. He bends down to look at the two fluffies huddled together at the corner of the toy castle.

“Leurs noms?” Louis asks Henri continuing their conversation

“Judas et Marianne” Henri tells his uncle quickly wanting to see how the father of modern genetics and fluffies handles these pets. “Subtlety isnt your strong suit” Louis whispers to Henri quickly before turning to the fluffies.

“Oh if only I had a fluffy to give love and hugs too” Louis loudly announces to the room in English “Mawian wan huggies!” “Judas wan huggies tu” Both fluffies exclaim running out of the castle. Louis turns to Henri again

“These things think love and hugs make the world go round.” He whispers in French before looking back at the slow running fluffies as they shimmy their way out of the castle. Henri knew this information already, yet couldn’t apply this knowledge in any useful way.

“Nu wike scawie tawkie” Marianne says under her breathe speaking quietly enough that only Henri can hear her. He scowls slightly but doesn’t say anything as he watches the creator of fluffies in his element.

“Who dat daddeh?” Judas looks up at Henri expecting him to answer.

“Oh im just a friend who really love fluffies” Louis answers for Henri. Henri looks at his uncle with utter confusion as to how why he’s talking to them with such a unusually high voice and simple vocabulary.

“Mawian wan huggies nyu nu-daddeh” she slows down halfway towards the two men as the strain of pregnancy exhausted the already weak cardiovascular system a shelter raised fluffy has.

“Jewdas wan huggies tu” he runs up to Louis leg and stands on his hind legs and leans on him with his forlegs as he starts to jump up trying to get his attention.

“I only give good fluffies huggies, are you two good fluffies?” Louis asks a loaded question. Louis understands fluffies better then anyone else in history with one exception. But Henri had yet to reach his destiny as the prodigal prince of the praries.

“Judas am gud fwuffy gib bestest huggies an wub tu nice mistah” Judas frantically jumps and beats his forelegs against Louis shins trying to get him to pick him up as marianne finally waddles to Louis and hugs his other leg.

“Am gud fwuffy mawian nee huggies an wub” She tells Louis who found the statement strange for a reason he couldn’t quite understand. But he didnt think Henri could fuck up raising a fluffy since Henri was a rancher.

“Well if you two are good fluffies then why are their bad poopies on the floor?” Louis asks the two fluffies.

gasp both fluffies go silent for a second.

“Jewdas nu wan maek bad poopies. Bu munstah am too scawie an hab ax-e-dent” Judas says while sounding dejected. Maybe he was a bad fluffy he thought to himself only bad fluffies make bad poopies he coulnd’t argue with that logic.

“Nu faiw” Marianne responds to Louis “Scawie munstah twy num fwuffies an mawian am soon-mummah nu wan make bad poopies bu tu scawie an mawian nee huggies fow tummeh babbehs. Huggies am gud fow tummeh-babbehs” she explains to Louis as she felt she was owned hugs by humans since Henri would never touched her unless they begged or he had to move them to the bathroom sink for washing.

“Well if you were really that concerned about your safety I understand, but there is no monsters. Monsters dont exist okay?” He picks up both fluffies and hugs them. He tells them goodbye before leaving the saferoom with Henri.

“yeah so just remind them that monsters dont exist and avoid loid noises and they should stop shitting everywhere.” Louis tells Henri before walking towards his car and driving off after saying goodbye. Henri would drink another beer before cleaning the saferoom.

his two fluffies however stared at the door. “Munstah nu am weal” Judas thinks allowed.

“Mawian see munstah wif see-pwaces befor. Meanie minotauw hab one wed eye tu scawie fow mawian” She shutters a little at the threatning memory of her second day at Henri house. “Mawian nu wisten tu dummeh-hoomins cuz fwuffies am smawties an hoomins am dummehs” She regains her compsosure reassuring herself of her intellectual superiorty over humans. After all she had to tell Henri to play with fluffies, when to feed them, when to give them hugs and “love”, and even to clean the litterbox in the play castle as Henri a former rancher became nose blind to the smell of fluffy shit by this point.


June 30th 2009

“For the last time Marianne there are no monsters in this house” Henri almost yelled at his pregnant mare.

“Dat wight Jewdas scawe way munstah” Judas beams with pride as he stands tall with his neck out feeling strong as to have scared the way the monster. A human told them the monster is gone so it must be true he suspected. But he knew there was a monster so he must have scared it off as he’s been so brave and strong lately.

“Yeah what he said” Henri passively agreed with his fluffy not actually listening to what he said rather only really listening to the first two words of Judas sentence.

“Weawwy? Sniif munstah nu mowe in housie?” Reassured at her special friend chasing away the scary monster. In a strange quirk of fluffy programming a human telling her something still made her listen despite her own delusion of fluffies being smarter then humans. Henri had managed to get his point across in the worst way possible by using Judas as a authority figure.


July 1st Henri and Louis celebrate Canada day by spending the day getting drunk together and reminssing about the old family farm where they both grew up on. Naturally the many weird noises Henri made when stumbling drunk up his stairs to his bedroom had only convinced Judas the monster returned.


July 3rd 2009

Henri returned home late from work. Henri had been given priority training by Brian the CEO of Hasbio which led to packed scheduals in order to recieve certifiaction in a varity tools and machines of varying sizes. Tiredly he drags himself to fridge looking at the spaghetti on one of the shelves inside. The look of it made him want to puke. He has had spaghetti for over 50% of his meals because his fluffies kept demanding it. Henri anger towards his fluffies grew as they ruined his favourite meal for him.

He dwells on all the challenges of pet ownership finding nothing but endless labour for a living teddy bear. One which cant even be quiet without babbling to itself or you incessently about the most pointless banelities that Henri could think of. He cooks himself eggs and toast to sate his hunger. He grabs a portion of leftovers putting in the microwave because he didnt want to deal with the whinny of " tu cowd nee warmies fow tummeh babbehs" or whatever annoying statement his uncle programed into their retarded litle brains.

Henri brings his spaghetti to the saferoom. “SKETTIS” his two fluffies yell as they charge at him. He puts the two bowls down and stares at them as they scarf down their meals quickly. It reminded him of the pigs he used to watch; This made Henri hate fluffies even more as they mocked one of god’s most perfect creatures according to his deteriating mind.

“Daddeh Jewdas wan mowe skettis” Judas asks Henri with a face full of tomato sauce as desperately tries to lick all off his face.

“Mawian too am soon-mummah nee skettis fow tummeh-babbehs tu gwow big an stown wike jewdas” She explains to Henri. Something felt off to him whenever she talked as she always spoke on long sentences now reinforcing the fact she was pregnant. He observed as both of his fluffies looked him.

“No” Henri states. “I dont have anymore spaghetti” He lies to his fluffies.

“Make mowe skettis daddeh” Marian demands looking at Henri with those big green eyes.

“No” Henri states again with growing authority in his voice.

“DADDEH MAKE SKETTIS FOW MAWIAN AN JEWDAS WIGHT NAO” She screams at him.

“NO” Henri repeats back apparently not grown up enough to realize getting into a screaming match with a talking hamster was a childish thing to do.

“DUMMEH DADDEH MAKE SKETTIS OW EWSE JEWDAS WIWW GIB U SOWWY HOOFIES” Marian stamps her foot and yells as loud as she can at henri. Her eyes narrow. She felt she had to be firm with Henri as he still didnt believe that fluffies know better then humans like she did.

Henri learned forward his hands open ready to strangle her for thinking she can threaten him. He relaxes after a split second and regains his compture not questioning his animalistic urges. With nothing to prove to these creatures Henri stormed off slamming the door shut. The two fluffies pooped themselves in terror at the loud sound.

His anger grew.

“Everything in my fucking life revolves around those miserable hell spawn” He monologues internally. “My friends, family, co workers, even Louis, always about my fucking spoiled brats” He clenches his fists. “Every fucking day more and more shit. THey dont fucking learn anything and have the audacity to think they know better then me? DEMANDING ME TO DO MORE FOR THEM?” His rage grows more fierce “DO I NOT ALREADY FEED YOU, BATHE YOU, ENTERTAIN YOU, SHELTER YOU?” He seethes in a blinding rage. “WHAT DO I OWE YOU LOAHTESOME PESTS” His mind screams at him as he punches his wall.

Immidately Henri recoils in pain having hit a stud and cutting his knuckles. He remains speechless looking at the dent in his wall and the throbing pain in his hand. His pain sobered Henri from his rage as the reality of his outburst fell on him. He had only accomplished two things reduce his property value, and caused his fluffies to shit on his floors again.

Henri sighed as he bitterly returned to the saferoom hoping that it was shit free. When he felt his walls shake from the force of his punch he knew that the odds were low. He opened the door quietly for he had not wanted the fluffies to know he returned. He remained tense as he stared down at his fluffies from a distance. His gaze far more meancing then before as he felt he hate feels is justified; its just not his violent outburst that is accetpable.

“M-M-MUNSTAHS NU WIKE” shrieks Marrianne as she instinctvly hides behind her hooves for saftey. She felt confident that her brave Judas could protect her.

“DADDEH?” Judas yells at Henri who stared at his pet from the doorway. He looked down at the creature thinking of what to say. He had at this point fully understood he had absolutetly no idea what the fuck fluffies are and it this point he thought it was far to late to ask for help in his mind.

“DADDEH HEWP MAWIAN AM SOON-MUMMAH HEWP HEWP HEWP HEWP HEWP” She repeats until Henri responds

“For f-frick sakes its me your fricking daddeh” Henri winced after saying Daddeh feeling very cringey for saying it.

“Dadddeh? Munstah make scawie noise nu wike munstah nu gud fow tummeh-babbies mawian am soon-mummah” She rubs her belly concenedly, she isnt wrong. Stress is not good for a pregnancy even Henri is aware of this fact who strangely agreed with her. He cant risk her having a miscarriage it might reflect poorly on his job proformence.

“For the love of god Marianne there is no such thing as fricken monsters” Henri fed up with the incesent complaining of scary monster sounds during play time with daddy as his fluffies called it.

“Bu, woud noisie…” Marian counters weakly to Henri frantic geastures a feature of French culture but slightly intimidating for a fluffy,

“… Yes im smarter then you im a human and I am telling you no monsters exist.” Henri attempted to immitate his uncle and how he talked to his fluffies. Unfortnate for Henri the 2 weeks since his uncle spoke his fluffies have fully detached their percieved relience on Humans undermining its effectiveness.

“Nu daddeh am dummeh. fwuffys am smawties mawian am fwuffy an mawian knu dat munstah awe in da housie daddeh” She asserts to Henri as a matter of factly.

The speed at which Marianne went from scared to confident only to use that confidence to insult Henri infuriated him greatly as it would most people. “What did you call me” Henri asked coldly before standing up straight instead of leaning down slightly towards his fluffies so he could face them as he usually did.

“Dummeh daddeh, daddeh nu am smawty make fwuffy safewwom nu smeww pwetty an wet munstahs wibe in housie! Munstahs nu am gud fow fwuffies an mawian am soon-mummah”

Henri tensed up and punched his wall again this time hitting drywall and thankfully using his other hand as to not damage his raw knuckles further.

“MGHPHMMM” Henri makes a muffled yell before quieting down.

“Scawie nu wike” Marianne reactively calls out to nobody in paticular,

“Daddeh nu scawe spechew-fwend, spechew-fwend am soon mummah gu way nu wan scawie-dummeh daddeh” Judas tells Henri firmly. The fluffy stands tall and puffs its cheeks out to look at scary and intimidating as it can.

“Oh yes fucking sir” Henri sarcastically yells out as he storms out of his room slaming the door hard enough so the TV shakes. The heavy steps could be heard in the saferoom causing the two fluffies to instinctively quiver. And yet for the first time his fluffies did not get scared. Judas was still standing ready to charge in and protect his mate.

“Scawie” Marianne mummbled under he breathe. She looked at Judas which gave her comfort. He seamingly protected her almost every day and now he did the unthinkable; He managed to protect her from a human. She slowly waddles over to judas who remains still and waiting as the floor boards creeking above them distrubted him.

“Bestest spechew fwend evah!” She exclaims happily and hugs her spechal friend who relaxes and hugs her back. They would play all day enjoying playing with the toys and watching fluff-TV and singing songs to their unborn children. If only the fluffies looked at the damage inflicted on the wall perhaps they would have noticed the fact Henri punched a hole directly at the face of one of the happy fluffies playing with blocks sticker.


July 5th 2009

Henri and his two fluffies are in the saferoom. He stands above the two fluffies who are seated infront of him Marianne with the lightbuddy which Henri narcisitically kept charged. Although he still found it creepy to hear his voice tell his fluffies “I love you” repeatededly and how they both cuddle with it in what his uncle called a “Fluffpile”.

“daddeh mawian nee skettis nao am soon mummah” Marianne whines whilst the furry cube repeats Henri message.

“soon” Henri tells his fluffy. He had another accident to clean as normal.

“Why is their urg bad poopies” Henri cringed saying that aloud momentarly pausing before continuing “not in the litterbox”.

“Mawian am gud fwuffy! Jewdas pwotect ewdas babbehs an spechew fwend fwom munstah” Jewdas lifts his head high with pride expecting praise from Henri for being able to scare away the monster somthing he now believed Henri was incapable of.

“Dat wight jewdas! mawian nu mean hab bad poopies bu am munstah fauwt” She explains “Mawian nee skettis nao dummeh daddeh am soon-mummah” Her patience has been tested for too long.

Henri would take the litter and storm off for a minuet. He would do a rush job with the cleaning. His fluffies would then blame him for being a bad daddeh and not cleaning up good enough. He would finish the spaghetti and place it quickly into his room shutting the door before his fluffies would notice him. Marianne also shit herself from the sound of the door slaming shut.


July 7th 2009

“Mummah wub babbehs
Babbeh wub mummah
mummah gib babbeh huggies
babbeh gib mummah huggies
Daddeh wub babbeh”

Marianne sings her offtune mummah song next to Henri and Judas in the saferoom. Judas remains captiavted by a picture book with pretty colours and fluffies dancing and playing. Judas loves looking at fluffies having fun because having fun is one of the most important things for a fluffy. He wonder if Henri had fun being with fluffies; He got the feeling that he didnt which confused him since fluffies are the bestest thing ever according to his programing.

“Wook daddeh wook at pictuwe” he drags the book with his mouth closer to Henri before setting it down directly in front of him. He sits down looking at Henri with his big blue eyes and a big happy grin

“Wook dewe da fwuffies awe habin su much funsie!” He excitedly points to low quality drawing of a fluffy running near a ball. Henri noted how the perspective was off.

“wow thats so cool Judas” Henri sarcastically responds to his pet fluffy.

“Daddeh mawian nee daddeh tu pet gud fwuffy, mawian am soon-mummah” Marian whines to Henri with those pleading eyes meant to get kids to whine to their parents to buy Hasbio approved fluffy toys. Henri remarked to himself how every sentence she tells him that she is pregnant. Henri reaches over and absent mindedly pets his mare his cold eyes burn with rage.

“Just a few more weeks” He thinks believing in that victory against his fluffies would come if he survived some arbitrary date in the future he set on. Perhaps when his fluffies foals get fully grown. He’s suprised at how quickly the pregnacy is taking and how huge his fluffy has gotten. She can almost no longer touch the ground.

“Wook daddeh mowe fwuffies” Jewdas excitededly turns the page to the fluffy picture book.
“Wook dey habin fun daddeh, wan be wike fwuffy in da pictuwe” He says as he darts off to the toy xylphone and starts to mash on the keys.

“Am makin gud noisie daddeh wook at jewdas!” He continunes to mash away at the keyboard giggling and wiggling on his hind legs unable to stand still as he quivers with excitement.

“Mummah wub tummeh-babbehs
Tummeh-babbehs wub mummah
Tummeh-babbehs dwink miwkies
Miwkies make tummeh-babbehs stwong”

Marian starts to sing off key and only occasionally on beat with Judas music. Henri eye twitches as he stares off into the abyss. Perhaps he needed to get a roomate or something an excuse as to why he cant have fluffies in his house. Henri would think about various schemes to rid himself of his pets. A calm anger resided in him as he felt bliss in the comforting notion of his fluffies being gone.

“Daddeh” Marianne whines again for Henri attention which snaps him out of his day dreaming.

“Soon” he whispers to himself blocking out the noise eminating from his room. The clashing of xylpohone keys and whines of fluffies would not reach him for this short second.


July 10th 2009

Judas and Marianne snuggle together. They had a long week of skettis and fun filled adventures. they cuddle up to Henri’s lightbuddy which softly gives his fluffies a sense of human interaction without Henri actually doing anything which was his goal when creating the device. Judas gives a big yawn and scotches over to Marianne to cuddle up even closer. He smiles thinking about all the fun they had running, watching fluff TV when they played make believe fantasy in the castle. She was the bestest princess ever and he was the bestest knight ever! He coos softly as he feels his eyelids get heavy as he slowly begins to drift to sleep.

Marianne fondly thinks about how much better things are. Ever since she had babies Daddeh been acting a lot nicer and been giving her a lot more love and huggies. Truely babbies make everything better she concludes. She wished she didnt have to be so mean with her daddeh calling him dummeh all the time but he never listens to fluffies without that. Maybe babbehs will give daddeh the happiness he needs to truely love her as she felt she deserved. After all good fluffies always get good homes its what the white coat people promissed her

“Mawian wub spechew fwend” She coos before continuing “Mummah awso feew dat babbeh wub daddeh too” She finishes.

“Weawy” A tired jewdas grogly answers

“yus” Mawian reassures him. She watches as Judas slowly drifts off to sleep and she follows suit. They both dream about how good, strong, and smart their babbies are going to be. They had a diet of 90% skettis and all the toys and TV that they needed to grow up big and strong as their instincts told them. All the hugs she and her mate gave made them the bestest babbies ever in their dreams.


July 12th 2009

BIGGEST POOPIES

“OH FUCK” Henri yells terrified at what sort of disaster occured downstairs if everything he’s seen was a regular sized shit.


Authors note.

Iv had this sitting all written except corrections and fixing the gramar. I feel as if my one shot stories are of higher quality then this series. However im not sure why it feels off if someone wants to give me advice id appreciate it.

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