Neighborhood Fluffs #7 by Chikahiro

<— Part 6

“How wong tiww Saffwon cum back tu hewd?”

The blue stallion pat-pat-pats in place, hooves dancing back and forth anxiously. The fluffies didn’t wait til dark to greet you this time. Rather, they were waiting in the carport, coming out of their hiding spots when they saw you come out of the car.

Sonic was front and center of the group, right next to but a little more forward than Coco.

“I don’t know,” came out. “What did Coco tell you?”

“Dat Saffwon’s daddeh du bad t’ing,” Bubblegum sulked.

“An’ cuz of dat powice take Saffwon away,” Sonic continued, looking away from you.

Hulk looks at you firmly. “Yu t’ink dat Saffwon daddeh make Saffwon gu ‘way? Gib fowebah sweepies? Saffwon awways say had bestest daddeh.”

You shrug. “Maybe. Saffron and her tummy-babies are the proof that he did something bad, though.”

“Pwoof?” the green earthie asks.

“How da powice knu dat Saffwon’s daddeh did sumtin’ bad.” Coco chimes in. She’s a smart one.

“Wha’ Saffwon daddeh du dat so bad?”

You bring food out for the fluffies and yourself. This isn’t a conversation to have when blood sugar is low, and they seemed willing to wait on your promise of a good answer. Nobody seems to be enjoying their meals much.

After checking the the wifi works okay in the back yard, you motion for them to gather around you under the mango tree.

“So, before I can tell you what Saffron’s daddy did was bad, I need to tell and show you some things first,” you say, looking at the four fluffies. “And some of them might be very scary and sad.”

They nod, with only Bubblegum showing much trepidation. He can’t be that far from having been a colt himself.

“A long time ago there were no fluffies. No big ones, no little ones, none with wings or horns. Then one day there were.”

The group nods, listening.

“At first there were only a few of them. They’d eat and play and have babies and try to find mommies or daddies that would give them homes,” you say, trying to condense things mentally before speaking. “But eventually there were lots and lots of fluffies with lots and lots of babies, but every nice person who wanted to be a mommy or daddy to fluffies already had.”

Sonic huu-huu’d a little while Bubblegum’s mouth simply went agape.

“There were so many fluffies and babies that many of them couldn’t find food to eat or safe places to live. So people tried taking them to shelters so they could eat and be safe, but then there were too many fluffies for the shelters.”

The tablet is turned around with a commercial starting. Its a fund-raising video video for a Californian Humane Society. It doesn’t pull any punches with the footage used; wall to wall fluffies, some sick, many emaciated and sickly, mothers curled tightly around their crying broods.

“With no space in the shelters, then other fluffies would have to stay outside, where bad people would find them and hurt them, where dogs and cats would hunt them, where cars would run them over or they’d just starve because they couldn’t get enough to eat.”

“Bu’ fwuffies stiww make babbehs,” Coco said. You nod.

The next scene is a truck full of dead fluffies being taken to a dump. When Bubblegum gasps you close the tab.

“That was on the mainland,” you say, bringing up a global map. “We’re here in Hawai’i. We’re very far away from the mainland. We didn’t have fluffies yet! We’re so far away that you can’t swim here, you can’t walk here. You can only fly here, like all of you did when you were very young.”

“Huwk wemembew dat. Hoomins gib aww fwuffies tweats dat made fwuffies go sweepies. Huwk nebah wan so was awake many fowevahs in boxie wiff oddaw fwuffies.”

“So, the nice people who wanted fluffies here in Hawai’i asked and asked if they could have fluffies. And the government always said no,” you continue, looking at the herd. Their attention was still firmly on you.

“One day, the government thought and thought and decide that fluffies could come here.” Sonic and Bubblegum cheered, with Coco and Hulk more staid in their response. “But there was a condition.”

The two younger fluffies gasped.

“Any fluffy that comes to Hawai’i can’t have babies. No soon-mamas, no soon-daddys,” you say.

“Wai no hab babbehs?” Sonic asked, head tilted.

“Befowe Huwk go in boxie wiff wots of fwuffies, Huwk wemembah wen’ sweepie from tweat one udda time,” the large green stallion started. “When wakie had huwties on wumps.”

Coco nodded. “Coco hab huwties neaw tummie an’ speshul pwace when was stiww fiwwy.”

The two younger ones started putting things together with their own memories.

“Bubbwegum no can hab babbehs?” the pink Stallion questioned.

“Sonic no can hab speshul fwen’?” the blue fluffy was almost panicked.

“No, you can’t Bubblegum. Nor can Hulk, Coco, or Sonic.” A hand goes on Sonic’s head, stroking it in an effort to reassure the shaken fluff. “But you can still have special friends.”

“Den how Saffwon hab babbehs? Why Saffwon soon-mama.”

A sigh escapes. “And that’s the bad thing Saffron’s daddy did. He broke the law, the rules.”

There’s a moment of silence as the different fluffs think what they’ve just heard. Sonic fidgets while Bubblegum lays down, hooves over his snout. Hulk just sits there while Coco looks back and forth in different directions.

“Wha’ gon happen to Saffwon an’ soon-babbehs?”

“I don’t know.”

Part 8 ----->

((Questions and feedback welcome!))

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Holy crap @I_might_be_weasel - did you read it that fast O_O

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I just love the possibility of fluffy abortions so much…

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Spoiler within

Summary

Ah, well, its me.
I can’t lead you on: there won’t be one.

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Well, I can’t imagine the policy for pregnant fluffies not being pretty grim. Perhaps they will sacrifice her to the volcano.

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Probably not. They don’t do that anymore, and Maui’s volcano has been dormant for a long time (in human years). The last eruption was maybe 500 years ago or more?

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If I had to guess what would happen from a logical standpoint, for the fluffies at least, the babies will be allowed to be born and then the mother and foals will be spayed/neutered.

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I’m guessing Saffron will get spayed, and if the babies are healthy they’ll get fixed too, before she returns. That feels the most hugbox answer.

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Who said this would be hugbox?

Looks at past posts

I see my reputation precedes me.

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Wow these are interesting fluffs they try to piece together and understand whats happening.

Hope saffon is ok everyone is worried

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The POV character is trying to keep it simple and very limited/focused. That said, a poster on Reddit noted it would’ve been interesting to see the herd when they found out instead of hours later when they got a chance to calm down and process things.

Likewise, these aren’t dumb fluffs. Not rocket scientists but I think a successful stray/feral needs to at least cause and effect to some degree.

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I agree with @Aurix regarding fluffies allowed to be born and then mare and foals spayed/neutered. Sounds like the most logical thing to do. And it’s the most humane thing as well despite different opinions on whether fluffies should be considered biotoys or animals. No need to induce suffer.

I love how simple yet focused the explanation to the fluffies was given. The character truly gets down to their level to make sure they know what’s going on instead of just waiving their worries away. It hits right in the feels in oh so many ways. Thank you, @Chikahiro :heart:

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