Clint held firmly to the Leash that connected to Oingo’s Harness.
After what happened with Bailey, he thought he would never have to endure something similar… But he was sorely mistaken.
Donna had walked in on Oingo trying to mount Jolene’s bed cushion…
The signs were there, Oingo was getting to… That age… Where a Fluffy would just start humping the shit out of everything. While Clint was Happy, he couldn’t let what happened to Bailey happen to Oingo. And while Clint abhorred the idea of Pillowing… He did know a place that would help him…
As Clint finished his walk, he stood outside a Pillow-Fluffy store and cringed…
“Lets just get this over with.” Clint said, begining to walk, but feeling resistance from the leash. “Oingo?”
“Daddeh… Pwese… Nu wan sad nu weggie fwuffie tu make spechuw-wumps feew bettah… Am sowwy…” Oingo said sadly.
Clint sighed and tussled the Stallion’s mane. “It’s fine Oingo, i don’t like this either, but maybe we can find one who enjoys being… A no-leggie Fluffy.” As Clint finished his small talk, he leads Oingo into the store and looks around.
‘Happy’s Happy Pillow Farm’. A large sign read as the two entered the store.
As Clint walked around the store with Oingo he saw countless Fluffies beg Clint to adopt them, the Fluffies waved their stumps as Clint tried to just find the mare section. Some Pillows held baby pillowed foals, speaking mumbled words as their mouths were occupied with holding the Foals.
Finally they hit the Mare section… Clint cringed at the sights of them, some crying behind silent plexiglass, others just holding their heads down in silence…
All but one…
The same Mare that Oingo was now staring intently at…
The name-tag on the side of the cage read ‘Gwendolyn’. She had a Grey Spotted coat, with a Glittery Hot Pink mane. Her dark eyes were fixed on Oingo, a smile on her face the entire time.
Clint looked at the small plaque next to her name. She was an older mare, and loved training younger foals… Became a problem when she was found with an Young Stallion as her ‘Special-Huggie-Fwend’.
While Clint grew a tad worried about the mare, Oingo hadn’t stopped looking at the mare, so CLint decided to take the mare, and her past problems with them.
After a few moments, some Fluffy talk with the cashier, Clint made his way out the door, with Oingo letting Gwendolyn ride on his back.
As the three made their ways back, Oingo chatted with Gwen the entire time. It wasn’t until Gwen talked back that Clint began to worry a bit.
“How owd am Oigno?” The Mare asked, fidgeting her weight, trying to balance on Oingo’s broad back.
“Oingo am Big-Fwuffy nao! Been habbing huwties on no-nos and Daddeh say Oingo ged tu hab Speshuw-Fwend!” Oingo explained. Clint now a bit uncomfortable with how his boy was talking to Gwen decided to just keep walking and let them mingle.
“G-Gwen ged tu be Speshuw-Fwend? N-nu am Enfie-Mawe?” The question shocked Oingo, to the point he had puffed his cheeks out in anger.
“NU! NU AM ENFIE-MAWE! GWEN AM PWETTY FWUFFY! WHU GIB BAD HUGGIES TU SPESHUW-FWEND GWENDOWYN?!” Oingo said, the concern caused Gwen to begin to cry. Oingo set down Gwen and began to happily lap up the tears, giving kisses to Gwne in the process…
Clint, while disgusted at the aspect of Oingo fucking anything, brought the two out to the City-Park, letting Oingo and Gwen get to mingle and talk.
As Clint sat down on a near park bench, holding the detached leash from Oingo’s harness, he felt a small sense of pride… His little Oingo was growing up… In fact, Clint would soon have to deal with this a few more times, Volt, Onyx, Trotter… Then when Kahlua’s foals got bigger… Clint took a deep and long sigh as he slouched further into bench.
“Well… At least Gwen was fixed…” Clint said aloud to himself…
Oingo took gwen all around the Park, showing her off to every Fluffy who cared, and any who called her ‘stoopi’ would get a deep Fluffy growl from Oingo in response.
As Oingo waddled around with Gwen, he felt her fidget more and more whenever they walked together. “S-speshuw-Fwend? 'Ou otay?” Oingo asked, then letting Gwen down from his back.
“W-wan… Oingo… G-Gwendowyn am owdah den Oingo… Am suwe wan Gwendowyn as Speshuw-Fwend? Nu can hab babbehs… Oingo nu ged to be Daddeh…” Gwen asked, her eyes a bit more tear filled than before.
“… Yus… Oingo wan Gwendowyn tu be Speshuw-Fwend. Daddeh Cwint hab wots ob Babbehs ad Homesie… Sume nu hab any Mumma’s ow Daddehs… Su mabeh Gwendowyn an’ Oingo can take cawe ob wittow wonewy babbehs… Togedah…” As Oingo finished, Gwen’s tears stopped and a smile spun across her face.
“W-weww… Nu can hab B-babbehs… Buh can hab… S-speshuw huggies… If wan?” Gwen said, a slight Blush revealing thru her face Fluff.
Oingo, now completely Flustered, gulped. “O-… otay…”
As Clint sat on the bench, he felt his phone vibrate, seeing a call from Donna.
“Hey Sweetheart, keeping busy?”
“Sug, you are never gonna believe what just came thru our doors… It’s… Good lord this thing could be studded out! People would pay THOUSANDS for him…”
“Shit really? What Breed?”
“That’s the thing! We don’t fucking know! The Bastard has quills like a hedgehog, but small tusk like a Fluffer… It has great colors to boot… We think we just got a new Sub-SPecies to work with!”
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“Thats great! Any idea what it could be?”
“Well i looked around online for a bit, seems Fluffy-owners call em Xeno-Fluffies.”
“Huh… Xeno… How big is he?”
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“Hes a little igger than Oingo at the moment, were going about de-quilling him, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt another Fluffy. He seems okay, but honestly…”
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt someone?”
“No it’s just… Well Sug, he say’s he ran away… From the story hes sharing… It’s a pretty gruesome one… You may want to have a one-on-one with the poor guy.”
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“Okay, sure… Well, not right now of course, I’m at the park with Oingo and his new ‘Special-Friend’…”
“OooOOoooo… Well you make sure they get home before they… Consummate their choice.”
“Yeah su-… Oh fuck.”
“what? Is everything ok-” As Clint hung up he ran over to a bush where he finally heard it… But he was… Well…
Oingo laid softly next to Gwen, a… trail… Had begun to seep out of her. Gwen was huffing, having been worn out by Oingo during their special moment together.
Clint cringed as he saw Oingo nuzzle into the twitching mare’s fluff, licking her nose with a satisfied look on his face.
“Wub Speshuw-Fwend…” Oingo said, hugging Gwen, just now noticing the grimaced face of Clint.
“W-wWwWwWw-wub… Sp-speshuw… F-fwend… haff… haff… haff…”
Clint called Donna back and asked her to meet at the Park, Donna laughing the entire trip back home.
While Oingo slept, closely nuzzling the now much more… aware… Gwendolyn, she looked to her back and made a confused look.
"G-… Gwen hab… Babbeh Fwwein?
Its more observe what happens next of a few days.