Mark sighs dramatically once again as he walks back inside to the sound of tapping at his back door once again. He grits his teeth as he approaches the door, gazing around the curtain being extra careful not to move it and reveal his presence behind the door. His eyes narrow as his gaze meets the source of noise on the other side of the door.
“NO. FUCKING. WAY.”
His voice echo’s like a canyon in his head. In front of his door stood the blandest off-white feral Mark had ever seen. He could swear that he was somehow already forgetting it even existed and it was standing right in front of him. This fluffy seemed to have a longer than average mane of drab black matted hair flowing down both it’s back and the sides of it’s head. This poor creature certainly pulled the short genetic cosmetics straw when it came crawling out of that genepool. Mark absentmindedly moves the curtain to get a better view, giving away his position to the shivering creature on his porch.
“Shit.”
Quicker than the word can jump from his mouth, Mark’s ears are suddenly accosted by the most irritating sound he’s ever had the misfortune to experience.
“PWEEZE OPEN DOOW!! NEE’ WAWM HOUWSIE AN’ NUMMIES FOW’ SPECIAW FWIEN’! SPECIAW FWIEN’ AM SOON-MUMMAH!”
Mark’s expression drops as the ringing from the off-tone fluffy voice scratches through the solid oak of his front door and claws straight through his into his brain. There’s no way his this day could get any shittier, and it just started.
“It’s okay Marky boy, just relax. You already took one feral in from the storm. That is your good deed for the day. You have no moral obligation to save this one-”
Mark’s self affirmation is abruptly cut off by a flash of lightning, followed by a thunder clap so loud that it made his windows rattle. The thunder booms overhead, causing the fluffy outside to screech in a tone that Mark almost didn’t believe could come from these creatures.
-FUCKIN’ BOOOOOOOM-
“EEEEEEEHHH!!! SAV’ TOMMY FWOM WOUDIE’ SKY-MUNSTAHS!! NU’ WAN BE SKY NUMMIES!!! HUUUHUUUU-”
The fluffy is abruptly cut off by another roar of thunder, this one just as loud as the first.
The world is almost totally silent for the split second following the boom. It’s as if time itself stood still for an instant. As if nothing outside Mark’s door even existed anymore.
One second passes by.
Two seconds.
Three.
Mark releases the breath he was holding as he glances out the window again.
“What the fu-”
-PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFSSSSSSHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHTTTTTT-
Mark stands on the other side of his door, watching helplessly as the fluffy ejects volcanic amounts of chunky putrid steaming fluffy fertilizer like an upside-down geyser all over his back porch. It coats his door mat and the concrete in brown sticky-icky-icky, the force of it knocking the fluffy over and causing the remaining stream to splash all over his deck chairs.
“huuhuu… Nu mo’ scawdie-poopies… huuhuu poopie pwace huwties… huuhuu pwetty gweenie speciew-fwen nu’ hewp tommy… Huuhuuu daddeh am sowwy fow nu’ nummies tummeh babbies…”
Mark’s eyes shoot open as those last two fluffy woes slowly echo through his head. This feral is the green mare’s mate. Or at least it might be, but this is way too coincidental for it not to be. Mark doesn’t say a single word as he slowly opens the door, much to the surprise of the shit and mud caked fluffy on his back porch.
“MISTEW OPEN MEANIE DOOW!! SAV’ TOMMEH FWOM SKY-MUNSTAHS AN’ HEWP FIN’ PWETTY GWEENIE SPECIEW’ FWIEN’ AN TUMMEH’ BABBEHS?!”
The feral jumps to his feet, using every ounce of remaining energy to waddle it’s soggy sopping wet fluffy self to Mark’s feet before being met with with a shoe to the face. Mark Kung-Shoe’s his shoe straight into the fluffies face, knocking it out cold. The fluffy lays there unconscious, the rain water falling down and splashing small spots of fluff clean of dirt and feces. Mark opts to let the rain do it’s job for a few more minutes before quickly stepping outside to retrieve the fluffy. He quickly wraps it in a towel before tip-toeing his way back inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He walk-jogs to his garage door. swinging it open and jumping over to the box where his first fluffy refugee lay.
The bloated green mare had been too bloated to move on her own with how soaked her fluff was, meaning she couldn’t move from the pillow she was laying on. This inevitably lead to her shitting all over the side of the box and absolutely soaking the pillow in piss. The loud swishy noise of the garage door frightens the mare, causing her to shit herself again as Mark rushes up to the box.
“EEH!”
-PFFFFTTT-
“huuhuu nu’ smeww pwetty… Wai dummeh weggies mak’ mummah take bad-poopies in nestie… huuhuu bad poopies am bad fow tummeh babbehs… huuhuu”
Mark stares daggers down at the sobbing mare in the box at his feet. She cant really look up, but she does her best to meet marks gaze.
“Is this yours…?!”
Mark asks through gridded teeth, holding the towel wad with the fluffy head sticking out of the top.
The mares eyes light up like Christmas as the recognition of her special friend clicks in her brain.
“DAT’ AM WISA’S SPECIEW’ FWIEN!! DAT-”
Mark doesn’t even continue to listen as he holds one end of the towel wrap above the box, letting the rest go as the towel violently untwists with the fluffy inside. The towel fluffy’s soaking wet fluff body lands head-first right on top of the mare’s head with a wet slap and a wicked smack, knocking both fluffies out cold.
Mark walks back inside, closing his garage door and rushing straight for his shower.
Fuck today.