Hello again fluffycommunity! I’m back with another chapter of MTN DEW™️. I usually want to have a beta reader/proofreader, but I was really excited about finally finishing this chapter.
Each chapter will be a different perspective, as I’m trying out new things.
Let me know what you think!
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MTN DEW Part Two
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You are suddenly Maddie.
You are cruising down back roads, smoking a blunt on your way to D&D with your buddies. You’re doing your best to enjoy the scared peeps and cries of Morticia, your fluffy, who is riding in the passenger seat. You need a little stress relieved, so you decided to slam on the breaks at a stop sign. Morticia, strapped into her seat, was choked and snapped back into place by her safety belt.
“Mummah Mad’sen goin tuu fas’!” She cried out as you slammed on the gas and took off down the road. You gingerly set your blunt down and reach over to scratch behind Morticia’s ear, and she instinctively leans into your hand, enjoying the affection. You smile, she really is cute. But she CLEARLY has not learned her lesson yet.
Lightning fast, you take hold of her ear and jerk it towards you, straining the fluffy’s short little neck. You pinch the very tip of her ear with your fingernails. They’re not particularly sharp, but the beauty is they don’t have to be. Morticia’s flesh gives way and a rivulet of crimson streaks down your hand and gently drips onto the black fabric of her car seat.
“Morticia,” you sigh dramatically. “We have been over this a hundred times. What did Mummah Maddie say about telling her what to do??” Saccharine sweetness flowed from your mouth, but your blue eyes were piercing, and belayed the rage and glee beneath the surface.
“M-mummah Mad’sen am say Mummah Mad’sen awways wite. An say Mowticha nee’ wissen to Mummah Mad’sen, ow get wowstes huwties… w-wike Cawmen.”
You had to smile at her bringing up her plushy fluffy toy, Carmen. Who you had ripped to shreds right in front of her. She had wandered a little too near the shed in the garden, where you did all your best work. You prefer physical abuse to psychological, but you can admit that both have their place in raising a fluffy properly.
“That’s right Morticia. You want to be a good fluffy, right? You want to do that for Mummah Maddie, right?” Your words ooze from you. “After all, if you’re not a GOOD fluffy, then what are you?”
“A b-bad fwuh-fwuffy? Buh Mowticha nu wan be bad fwuffy! Wan be gud fwuffy fow Mummah Mad’sen!” The fluffy let out in a near screech, tears spilling anew.
You smile wider, practically a grin now, and tug on the ear even harder.
“Then you can START by calling me Mummah Maddie, like I told you to, sweetie.” And you punctuate the order with a little giggle. You are enjoying yourself, after all.
Morticia sighed with relief as you released her ear. “Otay, Mummah Mads-… Mummah Mad-dee.”
You take the next few turns hard, reveling in the quiet whimpers and squeaks of fear. Still, you’re glad you plugged Morticia up before heading out today. The supposed ‘easy to clean’ fluffy car seat was anything but, and had been expensive to replace.
Thank god for the ‘Pretty Pony Fluffy Plug’ you bought off one of those cheap chinese schlock hocking websites. Better yet you had purchased one with tiny little spines, for a better grip, and a cute gold colored gemstone that complimented her coloration. You are quite proud of your fluffy’s appearance. Her brown, nearly black fur, mane and horn, and the dappling of almost-white yellow on her face and along her body.
She certainly looked expensive. You could hardly tell she was a bargain bin alicorn from a sleazy fluffy mill. Your Dad had picked the lousy little creature up for just over a hundred bucks, thinking the family needed a pet. You wanted a kitten, but your mother and sister had taken to the baby talking, shit spewing, faux-animal almost immediately. Though, so had you, in your own way.
The day Dad brought home Morticia, you let your curiosity get the best of you. As soon as everyone was out of sight and hearing range, you gently booped her cute little nose, and relished in the new fluffy’s cute little giggle. Then again, harder. And again, even harder. You don’t remember when her nose started bleeding, but you do remember an almost eerie sense of calm that had washed over you at the sight of it.
She had grown since then, though you were certain she’d never outgrow being your precious little stressball. You had plans regarding that, but her misbehavior during your last game gave you an idea. Why not try breeding for some alicorn foals to sell?
You even already reached out to a few breeders who were looking to stud out their own alicorns. No luck yet, but it was really just a matter of time til you found one. Just as well though, you’d have to stop playing so much with Morticia if she got pregnant. If you wound up wanting to sell the foals, and not just play with them too, that is.
You took the last few drags off your blunt as you pulled up to the DM, Jeremy’s house, and it looks like you’re the last of the party to arrive. On the last toke, you exhaled directly into Morticia’s cute little face, sending her into a coughing fit. You finished getting her ready by stubbing your roach out on the tip of her ear, burning the small wound you gave her earlier.
She shrieked, and coughed, and did her best to wiggle her way out of her car seat, but got no where. You wipe away her tears before unbuckling her from her car seat, and putting on her white leather harness. “Gotta look good for game night, Morticia.” You say, in a sweet singsong voice to her.
You let her down to walk along side you, and notice her stumbling and swaying. You’re a little jealous that you can’t get that stoned off of one hit anymore, so you pull her along in short jerky motions, making Morticia fall a few times as you make your way to the front door.
You ring the doorbell, and prepare to be greeted.