The Cast so far:
Geoff grumbled and turned to Maxine, “Fwuffie need make poopies”. He winced, forgetting briefly how this crazy woman was making him talk. “Fwuffie go baffroom.” Geoff carefully climbed down from the couch. The woman said she made him more durable than the typically fragile fluffy but he trusted her about as far as he could throw her.
“Oh yeah sure, uh huh”, Maxine said, not paying attention as she watched tv and scrolled through Geoff’s phone, “Knock yourself out buddy.”
Geoff rolled his eyes and made his way to the bathroom. What used to be a nothing of a trip turns into quite the endeavor when you’re a few feet tall. A growing sense of panic came over him as he got closer, would he make it in time?
The fluffy foal started crying from the basket next to Maxine, breaking her out of her phone scrolling trance. Maxine looked down to her side and saw that the foal had needed to go to the bathroom too and didn’t wait for permission. Maxine carefully picked up the basket and made her way to the kitchen. Maxine noticed the door Geoff was heading to was closed and pushed it open for him. She gave him a thumbs up and a smile, continuing on to the kitchen.
Geoff muttered under his breath, “monstuh mummeh fink we fwends? Dummeh mummeh.” He trotted into the bathroom and looked up at the toilet. Geoff did not consider that he might have some trouble actually getting to it. Also Geoff left the seat up, so that was something else he’d have to deal with.
Maxine reached the kitchen and turned on the faucet, setting the temperature to what she assumed would be hot but not scalding. She placed the basket next to the sink and took stock of things as she waited for it to get warm. Rifling through the cupboards she found quite a few blenders and food processors. A good number of high quality knives as well, but the edges were chipped and some had visible signs of rust.
The pantries were mostly empty and the fridge had just some cartons of eggs, a soon to be expired gallon of milk, and lots and lots of cheap beer. “I’ll have to ask Geoff why he has so much equipment when he clearly doesn’t cook.” she thought to herself as she went back to the sink. She stroked the foal’s mane reassuringly as she checked the temperature of the water. Seems good enough.
Geoff carefully considered his options. He could call Maxine for help, but he hated her and would rather shit himself than deal with her anymore than needed. He scampered up the side of his half bath, just barely managing to pull himself onto the ledge. From there, he’d make the jump to the toilet bowl.
First he needed to knock down the toilet seat. He reached over to the plunger he kept behind the toilet with his hoof, trying to grasp it. The flat bottom of his foot brushed against the handle uselessly. “Oh. Right.” he thought, “No hands.” He tried to rock the plunger back and forth, building up enough momentum to hopefully knock the toilet seat down. After a few harrowing moments he finally managed to tap the seat with the plunger’s handle. Gravity did the rest.
He took a deep breath as he gauged his jump, he really did not want to fall in. Geoff really did not want to fall in and drown even more. He reared back, nearly falling off of the bath’s ledge, and lept. He nearly over shot it, his fore legs and back legs on opposite sides of the toilet seat. “Fank gowd” he muttered as he repositioned himself. “At least that went about as well as it cou-”, Geoff’s train of thought was interrupted as he slipped, his body folding in on itself as he fell into the water.
Maxine hummed to herself as she picked up the foal and placed it carefully in the palm of her hand. She finally got it to stop crying, poor little girl. The foal suckled on Maxine’s thumb as Maxine moved it over to the sink. “What a good baby you are.” She said in a sing-song voice as she ran the foal under the water.
The foal did not appreciate the gesture, terrified by the sensation of the water pummeling it from above. It started crying again, this time even louder than before. Maxine immediately took the foal out of the stream, apologizing profusely to the little baby. “So, so sorry little friend. Mommy didn’t think this through.” she said softly. In hindsight, the water from the faucet is probably a bit too forceful for such a little thing. The water couldn’t hurt it, Maxine made sure the foal was practically invulnerable, but the feeling of being battered by water would still scare the poor thing half to death.
Maxine took a towel and dried off the foal. At the very least she’d managed to clean it up but the poor thing was terrified. “Should probably bring it back to it’s momma”, Maxine thought as she replaced the soiled blanket in the basket with a fresh towel.
Geoff was not having a good time. Fighting back tears and sobs as he sat stuck in what was quite possibly the second worst thing he’s ever experienced. “Huu…” he whimpered softly. He took a deep breath and tried to distract himself. He looked around the bathroom and decided that if and when he got back to normal he was going to redecorate. Geoff sat in the disgusting toilet water for what felt like an eternity and his attempts to district himself got less and less effective as his bowels evacuated. He started bawling for real now, the muffled cries echoing out from the bathroom.
“Geeeeeoff”, Maxine called out as she walked through the house, “Geoffy! Geoffers!.” Well, he wasn’t back in the living room. Wasn’t in the hallway either. Did he think he could hide from her?
Checking the rooms of the house she heard crying forming from the bathroom. Was he still in there? What, did he fall in? She walked in, the foal’s basket cradled under her arm and struggled not to laugh. “Heh…hmph… hey Geoff.” She said, hiding her mouth with her hand, “You need any help there?” The mare’s mane was folded over onto its belly, looking like a red donut with white filling. “Looking good there, miss Strawberry Cream Donut.” she snickered as she sat the basket down.
“Fank uwe for new namesies, Sawbewwy Cweam wuvses it!” Geoff said instinctually. He rolled his eyes at his body’s response and at the idiot holding him hostage, “Jus hewp Stawbewwy aweady. Dis bwight time is poopies”
Maxine turned the bathroom fan on and smirked, “Oh, you wuvses the name? Well, if you like the name so much I guess we’ll stick with it!” Maxine said with a sadistic grin. “Let’s get you out of there, miss Strawberry Cream,” Maxine went to pull the mare out of the toilet and stopped herself. “Actually, let’s uh, flush a few times first.”
She looked down at the foal while she waited for the toilet to refill for the next flush, “I guess if you’re Strawberry Cream, that makes her…” Maxine tapped her chin a few times in thought, “Cherry Cream!” The foal chirped happily, some part of it registering that it got a name with absolute joy.
Maxine pulled Strawberry Cream out of the toilet. Thankfully, flushing a few times did the trick of washing most everything off. Still needed a trip to the sink but this could be so, so much worse. She wrapped Starwberry Cream in a towel and cradled her under her arm to much protest of bad uppies. Her other arm picked up Cherry’s basket and made her way to the kitchen.
“Adding a kid’s toilet seat to my shopping list.” Maxine said to Strawberry Cream as she rinsed him off.
“Addd a stoolie toos,” Strawberry Cream said grumpily, “Wegsies too showts for toiwet.”
Maxine nodded and started to towel off the mare’s fluff. “Speaking of shopping, what do you guys eat anyways. Hay?”
“Fwuwwies eat poopsies an gawbedge.” Strawberry scoffed before remembering that Strawberry was currently a fluffy and this idiot might actually take it seriously, “uh… fwuffies eat fwuffie nummies.” Strawberry Cream sighed, “Munsteh mummeh gots ta go ta fwuffy mawt.” He looked over at the basket holding ‘his’ foal, “Dummeh babbeh need fings too.”
“A shopping trip it is then!” Maxine clapped, “I need a few things myself, like a few changes of clothes. Really did not plan on staying in town very long”. She put emphasis on ‘in town’ with finger quotes, “So where’s your keys?”
Maxine shopping list
Fluffy food
Clothes
Food for me
Stools, preferably with wheels
Kid’s toilet seat
Bidet???
Fluffy supplies
To do list:
Find source of income: Could probably pawn off a few gemstones or auction things off? Use Geoff’s credit cards?
Cover up geoff: Probably need to make a body double, should half ass it to annoy him.
Cover story: Geoff’s girlfriend? Could explain why he suddenly has fluffies in his house.
Mind whammy someone at the secretary of state into making a false identity, Already have breaking and entering and kidnapping, what’s a few dozen more crimes?
Read up on fluffies: I honestly have like, no idea what I’m doing here, kind of jumped the gun
Work on impulse control: See above for reasons