Undoubtedly, the one cruelest thing that you can do to a fluffy is to take its freedom.
No, not prison….they actually view that as okay as it’s a place to stay where they may get good
But fluffies have no real concept of freedom!!
Everything is physical to a fluffy, it has to be a tangible thing that they can see.
They do have some sort of idea of what it is. Sort of. It’s actually a pretty physical thing to them as mentioned before.
You hear it often enough when they talk about them.
“Weggies”
Fluffies often amble about in that clumsy and soft way they do without a care in the world
or a thought in their head
And accidents happen often enough such is their absent mindedness.
And lack of spatial awareness.
It’s one of the first things that most of those abusers consider. To take their legs is to truly break a fluffy
How can they run and play? How can they give their Huggies?
Worst of all, fluffies who are truly the dumbest are the dummies.
Only a dummy fluffy could ever lose their weggies.
Accidents are the most common cause of a fluffy losing their limbs.
It’s so easy!
They have brittle bones and soft muscle tissue that offers no protection. A fall, a loose pavement step, playing rough….
There’s a lot of ways that these accidents can happen.
In fact, fluffies are so brittle it feels like such an inevitablity that a fluffy will damage their limbs or even have it amputated
(Hasbio ™ produce a pretty good guide for how to do it safely and not just hack the fucking thing off but hey you do you…)
Now considering some owners (suckers) actually pay a lot for these super delicate things, some owners just know that they’ll inevitably have an accident (fluffies are as dumb as each other, no matter what you pay for them…)
So why let them have the accident in the first place?
And this led to the craze that we now know as “Pillowing”
You know all about it, you see them a lot of course.
They’re one of the most common “types” of fluffy that you see at the shelter.
No fluffy ever comes like that to begin with. They’re always customised by their owners to be like that.
A lot of owners get a kick out of it. A fluffy that doesn’t move and doesn’t get itself into trouble is a rare blessing to owners.
People who did it though didn’t realise the level of neediness and insecurity it instilled in a fluffy to the point in annoyance…
It’s also actually one of the most common ways to abuse them too for said psychological reasons….
And blood loss…
Take all their leggies and make them realise that there is no hope and no saving them and that they are at our mercy.
We can do what we fucking want to them.
Or something like that….
But some fluffy-owners and enthusiasts actually consider pillowfluffs to be “the ideal” fluffy.
A fluffy that is always glad to see you and grateful for the attention you give it. A fluffy that never moves and could never go where you want it not to.
A fluffy that will always need you and know that it could never live without you
The Pillowfluff was singing to herself, alone in the room.
She was alone often enough when Mummeh was at work but that was okay.
Because she wasn’t alone, she was a Soon-Mummeh and she would have lots and lots of pretty babbehs!!
She didn’t know when but it made her so happy that her Mummeh let her have tummy Babbehs
She had so many tummy babbehs lots and lots of times!!
It always made her sad that her Mummeh never let her keep them. She really wished she had leggies to hug them but she was so happy that she got lots and lots of nummies and special Huggies to have many babbehs
The room was going dark now, the light from the window was dimming.
Night was approaching and the clouds had covered the sun. A stormy night was near. Fluffies no like scary noisies from sky. Too scary.
The Pillowfluff was getting a little scared now, and anxious. She let out some pee.
But that was okay because Mummeh would be back and turn on the fluffy lights to make scary dark go away and leave her and tummy Babbehs alone!!
And then a warm light flickered on.
And the Pillowfluff felt a sense of immediate relief.
A child’s night light on a timer, it played a gentle clunky lullaby. It was pretty old but it was good still.
She never understood how the light ever came on without Mummeh there but she thought Mummeh must be close by.
The Pillowfluff continued to sing.
All fluffies are scared of the dark.
She loved her Mummeh.
The Pillowfluff’s Mummeh made sure she was as comfortable as she could be.
Her Mummeh was a Good Mummeh.
Except when she wasn’t. Sometimes Mummeh scared her.
The fluffy herself had a very unusual name.
But she loved it so much.
Her Mummeh gave it to her when she was a wittle babbeh.
Her name was Meat.
She continued to sing and close her eyes and hum and occasionally fart.
She had begun to feel more anxious. Despite the light being on, her position always faced the window.
She could never move away from the dark. Darkness creates an unease in a fluffy. A creeping feeling that something is there.
Anxiety and a deep sense of dread.
Fluffies essentially understand the world in black and white.
Or more accurately colour and dark.
The dark was always scary, there was always something out there in that dark that could give them hurties.
Meat really didn’t want the dark to give her or babbehs hurties.
Scary.
And then she heard a loud noise.
The door to the house had opened and then had closed loudly.
The wind had picked up. And the slam had gave the should that led to-
“BIGGEST……POO-PIESSS!!!”
And Meat gave birth to many pretty Babbehs!!
The foals had slipped out with little contraction.
Mares lack a cervix, and Meat had given birth many times. Despite a fluffies’ capability to breed constantly, they’re not exactly built for it.
But then, fluffies were never made to last deliberately.
The foals chirped and chirped.
They were so hungry for Milkies!!
Meat could hear it in their chirps.
But she couldn’t move to her side to give them milkies from her milky place.
It made Meat so sad….
Why was she such a Dummeh fluffy with no weggies??
Why did Mummeh take them away??
But Meat was such a good little fluffy and a good mare and always made so many good poopies and always let her Mummeh have her pretty babbehs even when she wished that her Mummeh let her keep them……
She began to cry and huuu her distress. Maybe she had no leggies as she was a bad Mummeh…
And then through the door to her room stood Mummeh.
And Meat was delighted to see her
“Mummeh!!! Mummeh!!! Wook!!! Wook!! Mweat make biggest poopies!!! Wots o babbehs!! Heeheeheehee”
She couldn’t hide her excitement at seeing her Mummeh and wanting to show her chirpeh Babbehs and she let out a fart
And her Mummeh held her nose as she walked over to her scented wax melter
Even Meat had become disgusted at the smell (though she had been farting all day…fluffies hate Poopie smells. Their noses are so sensitive that bad, poopy smells hurt them….yes, they are pretty wimpy…)
The scent of the wax melt began to cover the room masking (to a degree) the bad smell.
It was a tropical scent and one of mummeh’s favourites and if Mummeh liked it, Meat liked it too….
Mummeh then rolled Meat onto her side gently and checked on the Babbehs before she let them suckle.
7 foals.
One with wingies and one with a tiny bump for a horn as all newborn hornie fluffies have.
The colours were pretty average and the wingie fluffy was dark coloured but she didn’t care about the colours at all. (She had other ideas for them. As she always had….)
The foals were wiped clean with a cloth and Mummeh rubbed their bellies to settle them.
Trapped wind can cause a lot of discomfort to a newborn especially if they’ve rushed suckling.
Small poofs of farts could be heard from rubbing them and they looked more relieved and comfortable.
If there’s one thing foals and fluffies are known for other than shitting, it’s farting even more!
She rested them against Meat and placed the foal scented cloth next to Meat’s nose. Meat took great comfort in this.
Her Babbehs smelt very pretty.
It eased Meat and she felt far less nervous. The wind outside didn’t even bother her nor the dark.
Mummeh had taken such good care of them……
Meat was delighted that she could show her Mummeh the pretty Babbehs!! She had made so many!!
And then the question followed….as Meat had always asked her Mummeh after every birth
“Mummeh……can Mweat pwee keep pwetty babbehs? Am gun be gud Mummeh!! Can Mweat hab weggies to gib Huggies to gud pwetty chirpeh babbehs?? Pwee Mummeh….”
Mummeh never responded and instead walked out the room as she had always done.
She turned out the light on the way out. Meat shivered with anxiety.
She always knew what would happen next. This time wouldn’t be any different than before. Her Mummeh would take the Babbehs away soon.
Fluffies are known to live in a state of eternal but shallow optimism.
No matter how bad the circumstances, no matter how bad things repeatedly happen, they always believe that things do get better for them.
And will always be disappointed and saddened when life doesn’t turn out as it should.
The rain patted against the window and the wind was getting louder. It looked even darker outside and Meat just knew it was a munstah out there that was making that noise in the dark.
They always hid in the dark.
And then Mummeh came back into the room. She brought in a small basket to take the babbehs away.
Meat knew this was going to happen and she began to feel sad. She knew that Mummeh was taking them away because she was a Dummeh with no weggies.
The babbehs chirped as they were picked up. Mummeh then began to rub their bellies again. Liquid poop squirted and oozed out of them.
They were cleaned before they were put in the basket. The distressed chirping from the foals quietened once they were placed next to each other in the basket making a small foal pile.
They were now at ease.
For now….
Meat began to cry as she watched her Mummeh take them away into the other room.
She wished she could’ve gave them all the Huggies and she wished that she could’ve gave all her babbehs all the Huggies ever!
She huuuued quietly to herself. It always made her so sad but her Mummeh would do it all the time.
She would never have her Babbehs to give Huggies to and to play and give milkies and show how to make good poopies.
Why couldn’t Mummeh give her weggies back?!
She really wanted to be a good little fluffy and not a Dummeh and have her babbehs and be gud Mummeh to babbehs and-
And Mummeh had come back into the room. She had only been gone for 5 minutes. Enough time to ready the other room for her game
She brought candles into the room were Meat was and lit them.
The flickers of light were gentle but playful. Meat would often look at the light and how it played in the shadows.
Whilst Mummeh played her game in the other room……
Meat would often hear her Mummeh speak quietly sometimes.
”You’re a Tiger, Lily”
Meat never knew what a tiger was.
And once the candles were lit, Meat knew what happened next.
Her Mummeh was a meanie when she did this.
Lily looked at herself in the mirror.
She always did this before the game
Lily began to strip off her clothing in front of the fluffy, pulling offer her hoodie, her vest top underneath, skirt, panties….
Revealing her soft pale skin
Meat couldn’t take her eyes off her Mummeh
Her breath had deepened and a hollow feeling inside her
Meat no like this
She could see everything
the flickering of the light revealed parts of Lily’s naked body that no fluffy should see
She couldn’t take her eyes off her, and she had a feeling that this was something no fluffy should ever see
But she couldn’t avert her eyes.
Her hoofsies could hide her away from this! She made gasping noises and asked her Mummeh meekly to stop and no see Nakie.
Meat’s breathing deepened. She did not know what she was feeling and she no like this
But she couldn’t avert her eyes.
She felt anxiety and a tenseness and a nervousness shake through her small body like a sweat
Her Mummeh was fully nakie. Lily checked all over herself in the mirror.
She had seen her Mummeh many times nakie in front of her but it always gave her the same feeling……
She really wished she had her hoofsies so she could cover her eyes…
Mummehs and daddehs should not be like this!!
Her Mummeh then began to scratch away at her body.
She went lower and lower
and she began to scratch away
and at the rest of her body
Her no-no places……
She scratched lower and deeper
Meat could hear something. Was it her Mummeh?
The tiger?
Or the Munstah who looked like Mummeh?
Mummeh had drew blood from her scratches.
The tiger needed stripes for the hunt
Meat cried out in a panic. As if this was the first time she was seeing this
Mummeh was giving herself hurties!!!
Meat began to cry and beg her Mummeh for no more boo-boo juice no more hurties!!
Mummeh covered herself in the boo-boo juice all over her.
Meat shook with anxiety. She had made so many poopies so scary!!
Meat had seen her mummehs face.
She had covered it in boo-boo juice.
She no look like Mummeh no more.
She Munstah now. And no matter how many times she had seen it, it had always scared her.
The Munstah walked over to Meat slowly. Smiling a wicked grin.
Each step the Munstah who looked like Mummeh made, Meat let out a cry for help and begged the Munstah to stop and leave Meat alone as she only little fluffy and-
The Munstah then picked up Meat and she let out a loud shrill.
Light from a lightning strike from outside lit the room up.
The light revealed everything in the room and Meat could see the evil in the munstah’s eyes.
The Munstah looked deep into Meat’s eyes and smiled. Revealing her teeth.
Teeth that could eat good little fluffies.
And Babbehs….
She couldn’t stop screaming and begged her to leave Mummeh and Babbehs and Meat alone!!
The Munstah merely cackled at the pathetic creature.
The Munstah used her nails and ran her nails across Meat’s cheeks. Boo-boo juice ran down them and dripped onto the floor….
Meat no like the hurties and she was so scared…
The Munstah went on all fours and moved out of the room slowly and quietly.
Meat had been placed down and her eyes were focused on the door that the Munstah left the room….
She really wanted Mummeh back and for Munstah to go away…
Meat pleaded and begged for her leggies to come back and help her run and find wittle Babbehs and save them from monster and-
Huuuuuhuuhuhuhuhuhuhu
Meat cried. That’s all she could do now.
And make poopies.
She had so many heart hurties
She was so tired of crying
She could hear the chirpeh wittle babbehs
The Munstah had found them
They were so chirpeh
They were so scared
Meat looked at the floor in Shame
Mummeh never let her keep the Babbehs as she was a bad Dummeh Mummeh with no leggies
She could hear her Babbehs crying out
Their chirps crying for their Mummeh to save them
Meat wished that she had hoofsies to cover her seeplaces so that she no see scary things
The last chirp of the last foal
And then the Munstah growled loudly
And laughed in delight.
A strange laugh that sounded like when Mummeh was happy
And Meat had more tears
It was always like this
She wished the Munstah went away and no hurt babbehs
And wished that Mummeh was here to give Huggies
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
And then the light came on in the room
“It’s okay Meat sweetie, please don’t cry. Your mummy is here now”
Meat looked up, her eyes were so sore and her mouth too from crying
Her Mummeh stood before her.
She was covered in blood and she still had no clothes on
She no looked like Munstah but she looked like Munstah
Meat was so confused but she was so scared too.
“Mummeh? Mummeh!! Mweat su scawed Mummeh!! Huuhuhuhuhuhuuuu”
Lily picked Meat up and wrapped her in a blanket and began to rock her. Meat felt strange that she could see her mummeh’s milky place. Was she Mummeh like Meat too?
And Meat could smell….her Babbehs
She began to feel calmer. She could smell her Babbehs on her Mummeh. Mummeh must have saved the Babbehs from Munstah!
“Mummeh?? Did Mummeh sabe babbehs fwom scawy munstah?”
Lily began to caress and stroke gently Meat’s sore cheek to soothe her
“Yes Meat sweetie….your mummy saved your babbehs and took them to special place to save them from scary monster.”
Meat’s eyes widened and an expression of what looked like relief lit across her face
“Weawwy Mummeh?!”
“Yes sweetie……mummy saved them.”
Tears started to roll down from Meat’s eyes again….she was so happy her Mummeh saved them.
“Tank oo……Mummeh”
Mummeh then cleaned up Meat from the bloodstains and tears and put special and colourful Fluffy Patches on her cheeks to cover the scratches the Munstah had made.
These were special plasters that could heal onto the fluffies’ skin. Regular adhesive wound dressings regularly got stuck into their fur causing discomfort, the Fluffy Patches healed onto the skin and fur as if it was a skin graft. A truly handy fluffy invention.
Lily stroked Meat until she fell asleep.
She had assured her before that the Munstah had gone away and that the next day, if she was a really good fluffy, Mummeh would let Meat have special Huggies with a special friend
And have more tummy babbehs
Meat was truly delighted. She went to sleep smiling and promising her Mummeh she would be bestest fluffy ever!
Such an easily pleased and simple minded thing
Lily then went back into the living room where she had taken the foals.
Their bodies lay torn up and chewed and pulled apart
A mix of blood and shit had strewn across the floor.
Lily was pretty happy that she never had carpet in here otherwise it would leave stains the Landlord wouldn’t be pleased with
She looked down at the foals. Her handiwork indeed from the game that she played only with herself
Lily was a petite young woman, but inside of her was a Tiger, a fierce beast who wanted to break from the shackles
To look at Lily was to never know that the Tiger inside her would look back fiercely. Finding the right moment to strike.
The tiger wanted to show its ferocious power. Draw blood and sate her lust
And foals were the perfect prey.
Meat herself was once a Foal-in-a-Can.
Lily’s first fluffy. It opened the door for a new means to express herself. To let the tiger express its power. To wash away Lily’s frustrations with blood…
The tiger would often tease it’s prey. The tiger, like Lily, was often playful.
And it often enjoyed playing its game with Meat. Toying at her with claws, feeling nibbles from teeth.
And then Meat grew up into a fluffy, a near enough grown adult fluffy.
And the cries of panic weren’t the same.
And then Lily had Meat pillowed.
And she became more needy, anxious
Helpless
And the cries were better than ever
Lily would let her Tiger out every 4 weeks. Every time, Meat gave birth to more morsels to feed the beast.
The tiger was content and happy.
For the time being
Lily then realised she would need to get the place clean before she too went to sleep.
She picked up the foal bodies and bagged them. She reached out the front door and placed the body bag in the BioWaste bin. She mopped the floor clean and moved back furniture……
She never enjoyed tidying up after she played her special game.
And the game never lasted long. She always drew it out as much as she could without getting bored…
She always wondered how much fun she could have letting loose the tiger in a fluffy farm….
She had a shower and washed the blood from her and put a plaster over a particularly sore cut from a scratch she made on herself.
She climbed into bed and looked over at the sleeping Meat. She had placed Meat into a special hammock that she often joked was just like a meat bag tying it all together.
Meat had a gentle smile as she snoozed. She couldnt wait to have tummy Babbehs again and have so many of them to show Mummeh
Maybe Mummeh would let her keep them next time….
Lily smiled at her innocent little Meat. She loved that fluffy a lot and she was such an innocent thing too.
She couldn’t wait to hear her scream again soon
