Aroma Fluffies This is about Aroma Fluffies which are super easy to understand. They just smell like food.
I still have the flu so my writing might be impacted
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Pancake fussed and squealed with excitement in the back of the car, flapping her hooves around excitedly. She was all trussed up in her little pink carseat, on her way with mummah to the Fluff Park! The mare was a rich golden brown color for the most part, her mane and tail a shiny treacle color. Her back had a uniform rounded yellow patch of fur. Most notably about her, though, was that she had a scent just like her namesake. Like warm and inviting flapjacks fresh off the griddle with lots of syrup and butter. It was actually quite convincingâŚthe baked Aroma Fluffy varieties could be a toss-up of being disgustingly ersatz or just plain unappealing.
âPancake suuuuu egcited mummah!â The mare reminded her owner, Kaitlynn, for like the millionth time so far.
âI know, honey. I bet all your friends have been missing you, huh?â She said with a smile, briefly glancing back to her pet as they pulled into the parking lot of the Fluff Park. You could only enter the place if you were a member and potential fluffies were only allowed in if they showed the best of etiquette and little aggression. There would be no roving gangs of smarties here laying waste to their peers.
Once Kaitlynn got Pancake out of the car and leashed up, she led her into the entrance of the park and showed off her member ID to be let in. Once they were in the mare was allowed to go wild and have fun to her heartâs content!
âByemummahwubyew!â The fluffy babbled before skittering off to find a group of friends to play with. The entire park was filled with everything one of them could ever want and some things theyâd never even thought of before. There was a big play structure with lots of tunnels that had plastic windows to peep out of and slides. Long tubes that connected across the park so they could speak into one end and like magic be having a conversation with another fluffy way on the other end of the park. A big sandbox to roll around in and build stuff! A big concrete tunnel that was dark but the braver fluffies like to run through it, squealing with excitement. There was even a little area of the park dedicated to pillows where they could enjoy sensory toys or little modified swingsets their owners could push them on.
Pancake was in search of one fluffy in particular: A blue & orange stallion named Thunder. It didnât take long to find him, either. He was currently engaged in a rousing game of âStickâ. What was the game? Well, there was a stick. You wanted to possess the stick. That was about it. Thunder pranced around with the precious object held in his mouth as a bunch of other stallions chased after him.
âTeehee! Su fun!â One giggled.
âAm hab stick!â Another claimed confidentially.
âWub yew stick!â Chimed in a stick enthusiast.
Eventually he was caught and gentle rough-housing made him give up the object of the game but Pancake cheered for him, causing the stallion to break away from the group and come over to meet her.
âYew am bestest stick pwaya!â She told him with a level of awe that could only come from a fluffy. Thunder gave a brash wave of his tail.
âYew wike dat? Wan be speciaw fwend?â He asked boldly and out of nowhere.
Pancake stared at him for a moment and then nodded. Of course sheâd like that! Thunder was already her bestest friend. And if he was as good at raising babbehs as he was with running with a stick, well, she was in a pretty good situation.
âYew am be bestest daddeh. âAn Pancake be bestest mummah. We am hab skettis ebbyday ân toysies, babbehs wiw be su pwetty!â She listed off her fantasy which did sound pretty good to Thunder.
So they went off to find a romantic private spot together. Which in this case happened to be one of the plastic tunnels on the play area. There were really no other fluffies up here at the moment so it was just perfect. The only downside was a puddle of pee in the corner but otherwise? The Ritz.
âGib Pancake babbehs, speciaw fwendâŚâ She told Thunder, lifting her tail and waiting for him to mount her. It didnât really take long. He was on top of her in no time, their voices reverberating in the plastic tunnel.
âEnf! Enf! Pancake WUB bestest Thunder stick!?â He asked as he aggressively pumped at her. Mostly, he did all of the talking. Pumping himself up and getting loud about his great accomplishments at fluffy games. She didnât really care about that though. Being a mummah was going to be so great! Once they were done, Pancake just laid down and nuzzled her cheek against the floor of the tunnel, hormones washing over her. She was worn out but Thunder wasâŚwellâŚ
âHab bestest enfies. Naow neeâ nummies.â It had been many forevers ago (three hours) since he had last ate. While they were in the tunnel fucking the smell that permeated from Pancake just filled the space like a gas. A blot of drool dripped down his bottom lip.
âWub yew Thundah. Dank yew âfo babbehs. TeeheeâŚâ The mare cooed lovingly as the stallion stood over her. Perhaps not realizing the flat hunger in his eyes. Sheâd realize it soon enough when he bent down and took a bite out of her neck, the flesh just kind of coming away in the weird way fluffies just seem to fall apart like wet paper when itâs convenient for them to do so. There was a moment of shock and then a loud screech.
âTHUNDAH NU! NU AM NUMMIES! OWWIES! AM HAB BABBEHS âFO YEW!â She declared, trying to run away but her special friend grabbed her by the tail and yanked her back. Was she even really a fluffy to him? Yes and no. She seemed like one but there was something off. Almost more like she was a living stuffy friend than anything else. She lacked the pungent musk identifying her as one of their own.
âOw! OWWIES! NUUUU! MUMMAH HEWP!â Pancake screamed out helplessly as Thunder took a bite out of her back. It was actually not very good tasting. It was like a thousand bottles of cheap maple syrup and imitation butter had somehow been formed into living flesh. Sickening even to a fluffy. He continued eating though because, well, heâd just had bestest enfies and was a hungry boy. While stomping on one of her legs he took a bite out of her stomach next to see if it tasted any differently. Dragging out a loop of her intestines and chewing at her tummy skettis, he found out that no. No it really wasnât different.
Now people hadnât been just sitting around while this was going on. Kaitlynn had heard her fluffy scream in agony but first needed to locate her. By the time she did, she found her precious sweetheart laying in a puddle of spreading blood. Thunder had split the scene by then but not before leaving poopies on Pancake. To spite her? No. To warn other fluffies that she wasnât good nummies. Remember: The fluffies in this park were actually quite well behaved.
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