This is one of the character backstories for The Newton Rescue for Brown Fluffies
I liked the characters in it and wanted to expand upon what they were like before their eventual mishap
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Missy Lou proudly practiced her bestest dancies in preparation for the final rounds of FluffTV’s big contest for their newest star. The show was going to be about a mummah singing songs, dancing for her babbehs, and teaching good lessons to all the little foals everywhere. She wasn’t a mummah yet but couldn’t wait to be, especially if it meant showing fluffies everywhere good ways to behave.
The other competitor, the only one left in this contest, was a chubby brown and blonde fluffy named Cinny. Hasbio was really pushing for a brown mare to win the contest, perhaps so people would see them in a better light.
“Teehee! Cinny, am yew su egcited?” Missy asked after having stopped dancing, going over to a water dish for a quick drink. She had no reason to be rude to her fellow competitor and tried treating her in a friendly manner. Even though they were separated from their handlers back here in the waiting room, it was good to always be on your best behavior.
“Ugwy Mizzy tawkin’ tu Cinny? Hmph! Cinny am pwettiest, bestest fwuffy. Yew am nawt!” Cinny glared at her fellow brown mare, apparently not having nearly the same amount of good faith in the regards to behavior.
Missy Lou looked shocked. Gave a waggle of her tail. “Yew am bein’ bigges’ meanie, Cinny! Pwease stahp!”
Cinny simply stuck her tongue out. “Yew nebba be Fwuff Teebee stah! Dat am Cinny’s!” With that she perked up her tail and unloaded a fair amount of shit onto the floor. Missy looked horrified.
“Nuuu! Yew can’ make bad poopies! Dat am bad! Huuhuu….” But Cinny wasn’t done yet with the domestic terrorism. Marching up, she knocked Missy with one hoof and turned around.
“Yew gib Cinny bestest wicky-cweanies. Naow! ‘Ow Cinny gib wowstest huwties with wots ob booboo wawa!” Seeing as she’d just been smacked around and threatened with more acts of violence, Missy just cried but ultimately complied. She had never even thought about fighting in her entire life. Eating poopies was horrible but the idea of getting more owwies was even worse. As soon as Cinny was satisfied with the cleaning, she immediately went to the closed door where the casting judges were and rapped her hooves against it rapidly.
“Hewp! Heeewwwppp!” She called out in her most innocent voice, a curious judge finally opening the door. As soon as he did Cinny pointed a hoof at Missy.
“Bad fwuffy make bad poopies! She am say yew awe bigges’ dummehs! Cinny twied tu stahp but she gabe owwies.” The mare teared up innocently.
Missy tried to protest. “Nu! It was Cinny! She am bigges’ meanie!”
Most people didn’t think fluffies were quite capable of deception. Cinny was, at least to a moronic degree. The casting judge crossed his arms. “Oh? Taking a shit on the floor and blaming it on an innocent fluffy like Cinny? Get out of here. Tell your owner to never come back.” He opened the door back out to the lobby where their individual owners were waiting, the casting agent giving Missy a boot out of the room. “Hey! Why don’t you train your fuckin’ pet to not shit on the floor before coming here to waste our time!?”
Well. Missy got off ‘light’ in the grand scheme of things. Her daddeh didn’t give her a sorry-sticking or promptly throw her into a river. He simply tossed her into the car and started driving. Missy sat in the back seat, trying to plead and get his attention.
“Daddeh…Cinny made bad poopies! Mizzy nu am bad! Mizzy gud fwuffy!” She tried to do a funny little dance to get him to cheer up. He looked awfully mad. Daddeh didn’t say anything for a long time though. Just drove and drove.
“Daddeh…awmost homesies?” She asked innocently. “Wan gib bestest huggies ‘n wub.”
Eventually they stopped on an abandoned road in the industrial sector. The only thing around here were old factories which had stopped being in operation ages ago.
“Daddeh….dis nu am homesies.” She chirruped helpfully as if he’d suddenly forgotten where they lived. He got out of the car, went around to the back door closest to her, opened it and ripped her out. The mare went tumbling down to the pavement with an ‘Owwies!’.
“S-Sowwy daddeh! Pwease gib huggies.” Missy tried to hug against his leg but he shoved the tip of one shoe in her face and knocked her sideways.
“Daddeh…?” She asked him with a great amount of tears in her eyes.
“I never want to see you again, you piece of shit. All the time and money I put into you and this is how you repay me? We get into the final audition and you crack a fat steamer on the floor?” The man hawked, cleared his throat, spit a loogie directly into one of her eyes.
“Fuck you. Hope a wild dog tears you to pieces.” He got back into his car and sped off. Missy stood there for a long time. She waited for him to come back but he never did. Once it became Dark-Times she simply lowered her head and gave a defeated ‘huuuu’.