I realized I never posted this here. Sorry I’ve been gone a while!
Pinky was as excited as any fluffy could get! Today was Sah-tuw-day. Daddeh didn’t have to work and he had finally told her they would be going to the shelter. She could pick out her new friend! The elderly bunny fluffy already had her heart set on a babbeh, even though Daddeh tried his hardest to convince her to find an older fluffy. Daddeh was the Smarty of their herd, but Pnky knew what she was doing!
She woke up, stretching slowly in her comfy, memory gel pet bed. It helped ease the pain of creaky old bones at night. She knew she’d have to return to sleeping in a saferoom when she’s adopted a gwanbabbeh, but it was a small price to pay. She got to enjoy her last night sharing Daddeh’s room. A luxury earned by being a very good fluffy and following the rules Daddeh had set. She still had her saferoom for playing and resting while he was at work when she didn’t go with him. She was never closed in though. That too, would change for a while.
She wobbled from her nice warm bed and waddled over to the foot of Daddeh’s big human nesty. She found his not-hoofsie house covers and began to nudge them to where his not-hoofsies would touch the floor when he sat up. His wakies-munstah began to scream at him. Her long bunny ears folded back as she cringed. Daddeh flopped one of his front not-hoofsies around until he touched the wakies-munstah. Giving it the attention it wanted, the strange grumbles Daddeh made were probably to tell it that it was a hood munstah. It was happy now and stopped yelling. Daddeh sat up and slid his not-hoofsies into their housie covers. He smiled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’re always up first.” He reached down to pet her, she cuddled her head into his hand. “Daddeh awways nee wakies-munstah tu teww him is wakies timsie.” She giggled, hoomins were so silly sometimes!
Taylor stretched and cracked his back before he reached down and scooped his fifteen year old mare up. She needed to conserve her energy so she could look at and interact with the other fluffies. He carried her to the kitchen and set her on a gel memory foam mat he had in there. She rested while following him with her inquisitive eyes. She may not be able to see so far anymore, but the daily routine, she knew exactly where he’d be. He was making her breakfast of oatmeal and mashed fruits, while also making his own of eggs, sausage and a banana. Then he used his coffee maker, an expensive thing that brewed one cup at a time, so he could enjoy his breakfast. As soon as Pinky’s food was done, he set it aside while he cooked his own. This gave it time to cool, so it wasn’t going to burn her. He set her dish down and she trotted over, sitting and waiting for him to sit. Like each morning, they started their day sharing breakfast.
Pinky was finished and waddled to the door. She stepped into the leggy holes of her glittery pink harness and waited for Daddeh to pull it up and clip it on. She loved the jingle her tags made. The tags told other hoomins she had her vaccinations, had a Daddeh and where their housie was. This time though, Daddeh carried her after clipping on her leash. She looked at him with a silent question in her eyes. Daddeh was doing more silly things for many forevers. (over the last two years.) She wasn’t tired and her leggies didn’t hurt that badly. Daddeh had to give her medicine now, to make the hurties go away. She took them without a fuss, even though they didn’t taste pretty! She did it cuz Daddeh wanted her to feel better.
They got into the vroom munstah. Daddeh’s was a pretty burnt orange color. She settled in the pet carrier that was fastened to the seat with a special seatbelt so it didn’t slide around. Daddeh had put in a bigger one, they were going to the shelter to get another fluffy after all! The vroom munstah ‘purred’ to life. She was once terrified of it because she thought it was growling and wanted to num them. Daddeh said it was a happy sound, a purr. Vroom munstahs were strange things. It carried her and Daddeh to their destination. Auntie Emma’s Adoption Center. She had been here many times before. Daddeh always volunteered around holidays and gave all the homeless fluffies, as well as the permanent resident fluffies makeovers! He was a hoomin mane stylist, but fluffies had very stylable fluff and their manes and tails were just like working with human hair. He made every fluffy look and feel pretty.
“Daddeh, Pinkeh git tu see Antee Emmuh?” She asked, excited. The nice lady was the second best hoomin next to Daddeh! When she was a younger mare, Daddeh would leave her with Auntie Emma to help teach mummahs and soon-mummahs how to be good mummahs! It was Emma who gave Daddeh the idea to let fluffy owners pay to have Pinky teach their mares and stallions to be good parents and love all their babies equally. She had become quite famous, Daddeh often let her foster babbehs that Auntie Emma would later adopt out. She had raised many, many foals in her time. One more. Just one more, she thought. “I’m not sure, sweetie. Auntie Emma is an old gal herself. She might not be here today.” Daddeh still didn’t let her walk, but Pinky didn’t make a fuss. He was carrying her way more than usual.
Emma had paid workers and volunteers, they went through a heavy screening and getting process to ensure they were the living, gentle sort of folks to go with the atmosphere. She was a little old lady with a heart of gold. Pinky was a little disappointed that Emma wasn’t there today. But she perked right up, “Daddeh, Pinkeh nee downsies, pwease? Wan see babbehs!” He sighed softly, what was the harm? Maybe he could still convince her to get a young adult fluffy. “Okay, but be careful.” Everyone knew they were coming, Emma had made sure of it. Pinky’s leash was I clipped and she waddled straight to the pens that housed the foals by age groups, with a few nursemares in each.
Some of the nice humans, she knew. They smiled and said hello as she moved around. They loved seeing the old bunny fluffy there, she was always sweet but could be harsh when needed. She was once very pretty, bubblegum pink and bright white markings. Her mane had also once been bright white. Her eyes were once chocolate brown and her hooves once shiny pink like her harness. Everything was now dull and greying from age. Even her eyes. Her sniffer had a nasty scar she had gotten from an old fight. She had gotten lost once, then she challenged a Smarty who was trying to kill an alicorn foal. She had gotten hurt badly, but she beat the Smarty, saving the foal. She had found her way to Auntie Emma, leading the feral herd there, as she had taken the Smarty’s place. It was a little less than a week and she got back home safely, while teaching the herd to be better to their foals. It was a badge of honor she now wore. Pinky would tell every feral about Auntie Emma and how to find her that she came across. She loved Emma, almost as much as her Daddeh.
She pressed her muzzle through the slots of the nearest pen as some big babbehs rushed over to give her sniffer some hugs. She smiled, her wrinkled lips showing her gums, as she’d lost all her teeth to age. The big babbehs would giggle, they had more teefies than gwanmawe! Their two nursemares smiled, “Hewwo, Gwanmawe Pinkeh!” The brown mare waved a hoofsie. Nutmeg was a foal that Pinky had fostered, one of the last and was about three years old. Pinky smiled even bigger, “Nuh’meg, am dewe anee babbehs dat ou fink nu be ‘dopted?” Nutmeg frowned and nodded sadly. She motioned for Pinky to follow her around the pen, towards the back part of it. She pointed a hoofsie at a rather small pen with her sister, another resident nursemare, also having been fostered by Pinky. “Sissy am gibbin dem wossa wuv an huggies, bu t’wee ob dem am munstah babbehs, twu am dewped.” Her poor sissy, Hershey, seemed to be able to handle the heart hurties of loving foals that didn’t have long to live. Pinky thanked her and stretched up against the side of the pen to give Nutmeg a kiss, “Gwanmawe am pwoudies ob da gud mawe ou and Hewshee gwow intu. Gibs Pinkeh bestest heawt happies!” She left Nutmeg to blush from the praise. Her short bunny tail wagging as she hurried towards Hershey.
A worker was making his rounds, to check on the foals and feed them, or give the nursemares a fresh supply of bottles. Pinky stopped him, “Nicie Mistuh Bwanden, pwease wet Gwanmawe in tu see Hewshee.” He chewed his lower lip for a moment, then shrugged, lifting her up, he placed her in the small pen. Hershey waddled briskly towards the invader, only to recognize her scent first, “Gwanmawe!” She happily cried out. Pinky waddled closer, to cuddle her, “Gwanmawe su pwoudies ob da gud mawe ou gwow intu.” Hershey blushed like her twin sister. “Fank ou. Hewshee am su saddies. Onwee twu babbehs wiww fin’ nyu homesies. Da udda t’wee…wiww…wiww…” She couldn’t finish it. Unadoptable fluffies got humanely euthanized here, but it was very rarely. Hershey knew three of her foster foals would never have a home with humans.
Pinky lay down and called gently to the walkie-talkie foals. The five foals peered around their nursemare and when one of the ‘monster’ foals rushed up to her, she gently pulled it close to hug it. It giggled as her soft, wrinkled muzzle nuzzled it. She examined it, it smelled pretty and was a bright yellow. It had green hoofsies and a matching shade of green mane and tail. It had the biggest, pretty amber colored see place she’d ever seen! Just one though. It was a filly and she giggled as Pinky checked her over. “Am pwetty babbeh. Gwanmawe wuv ou.” Then she set her down. The other foals came to her now. She cuddled the little derped ones. They’d get a fine home, one looked like DerpyHooves from the pony tv show and the other looked like Maud Pie. She told them they were pretty too and put them down. Next was another ‘monster’ baby. She was white with a black mane and tail, black hooves and black feathers on her tiny wingies. Her see places were bright blue. The problem was her leggies. She had too many! She had the same amount as a spooder buggie munstah. Two of them were very small and stuck out from her chest. She could move them, but they couldn’t be used for walking. There were the normal placed leggies and a set in the middle of them. Pinky again told her she was a pretty baby. The final foal was pretty strange. He was two foals, sorta. Two necks and heads who shared a body. Pinky was immediately fascinated by them. One head and neck and half the body was white. Including his mane and tail. He had pink see places with red pupils and his fluff had sparkles in it. His hoofsies were a very light pink as well as his little horn, on his half of the body. The other half was a pastel pink, with sparkles His see places were a light blue and he had a brighter pink mane and tail, also with sparkles. His side of the body had red hooves and a tiny horn. They had one body, two tails, two heads…she inspected his belly for a while, her little brain chugging hard. She’d never seen a fluffy with two nu-nu sticks before! The tiny heads were waiting for the elderly mare’s decree. She snuggled him against her dewlap, her own natural neck pillow made of extra skin and fluff. “Gwanmawe wuvs ou tuu, pwetty twu finky pwaces babbehs.” Now she had to think really hard. How to get Daddeh to agree to more babbehs than planned? She got an idea, she knew her daddy well enough now and also knew Aauntie Emma would have mares who had lost their babbehs here.
Pinky played gently with the foals for a bit before she asked Branden to lift her back out. She asked him if there were any recent mummah-no-mores. Branden carried her and showed him the mares who had stillborns or foals that were killed. One was a brown feral who was still sobbing. “Dat wun, pwease put gud Pinkeh in dewe an teww Daddeh Pinkeh picksies nyu fwen.” New friends. Her plan was quickly forming. It was simple enough. This poor browny mare needed babbehs, the strange babbehs needed a mummah and gwanmawe to love them! Well, they also needed Daddeh. For this to work perfectly, she had to know a few things first. She nuzzled the sobbing mare, “Nyu fwen, wai ou makin saddies wawas?” The brown mare shrank away, huuhuu-ing softer, “Peese nu huwt poopeh mawe!” Pinky’s face fell and a stern look washed over it, “Nu! Dat am bad fwuffy!” She gave a very gentle boop to the mare’s sniffer. “Ou am pwetty bwowny fwuffy. Fwuffies Nu am poopies. Gwanmawe Pinkeh wants tu hab Daddeh ‘dopt ou, bu nee noa Ou am gud Mummah.” The mare looked up at Pinky with a glimmer of hope in her dark green eyes. “B-buh Smawty gib poo-b-bwowny mawe’s babbehs fowebba sweepies.” She said meekly. Pinky pulled her into a hug, “Gwanmawe seesies t’wee babbehs dat nee a mummah tu wuv dem. Dey meanie Mummah caww dem munstahs cuz dem wook diffwen. Du ou fink ou can wub diffwen babbehs?” She stopped crying and thought about it. She could finally love babbehs! Would they love her back?
Pinky lay her plan in motion now. She flagged down another worker who carried her and the brown mare to the special foal pen. Hershey was purposely feeding the two derped foals, while allowing the other three to rush to meet Pinky. “Gwanmawe!” They chirped excitedly, “Babbehs am hungee, nee miwkies.” The two headed foals said, looking sad. Pinky laughed softly, “If onwee Gwanmawe’s miwkie pwaces cud haff miwkies in dem…sowwee pwetty twu finkie pwace babbehs. Ou can hab huggies?” The foal sat down and raised their front legs for upsies. The brown and dark green pegasus mare stared at the three strange babies. The more she saw Pinky loving on them, the more her painful, swollen teats seemed to ache. They were babbehs…they needed… A song her soul had been aching to cry out finally burst past her lips. She picked up the two foals cuddling Pinky’s back leggies and placing them at her own milky places to feed. She reached out for the two headed foals as her song came out. The tears wouldn’t stop, but now she could be a mummah at last! “Mumnah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv Mummah, dwink aww dah miwkies, gwow big an stwong!” She sange her little heart out as each foal drank it’s fill. She curled up with them and Pinky curled around there. Ha! Daddeh would never ever take a mummah from her babbehs. Her grin was a little smug.
Taylor decided to let Pinky enjoy her time with the pegasus mare she had chosen as her new friend while he filled out the paperwork. Once it was scanned in, he followed Branden to the cage where the mares had been. Taylor nearly panicked, until the volunteer who had moved them told them were she was. Branden almost laughed out loud when it all clicked into place. That little bugger, she was a smart one! Branden took Taylor to the special foal pen. Taylor smiled, then frowned a bit. This was when Emma decided to show up. “I’m glad I didn’t miss you two!” Pinky yawned, standing up she beamed at Emma, “Antee Emmuh, Daddeh am ‘doptin gwanbabbehs fow Pinkeh!” She proudly showed off her grandchildren, being the year or so old brown pegasus and the creepy cute mutant foals. Taylor was about to say something, but Emma cooed in delight, “Oh, I’m so glad! I’ve contacted a few people about them and when I met them, they were a bit too scary for me. I was afraid they’d hurt the little dears. But your Daddy is a good boy, he’ll love them for real. This poor girl needs some love too.” She reached into the now sorta crowded pen to stroke each fluffy. Taylor sighed softly, “I guess more paperwork is in order.” He had been defeated by a fluffy! The papers he had seen said this mare’s foals were killed by the smarty of the herd. This meant Pinky had found her some foals…so that he would adopt a foal for her. Emma and Branden reached in to lift up the fluffies, Hershey hugging the three foals goodbye. Then she and Pinky hugged too.
Emma carried the foals while leading the way. Taylor carried Pinky and Branden carried the brown mare. Taylor signed even more papers and was set to take home not one, but four…technically five new fluffies home. It seemed like only yesterday he was ten years old again. His older sister allowed him to pick a foal from her bunny fluffy’s litter. It was from that day on everyone realized his favorite color was pink. They expected him to pick any foal but the pink one. There had been a light blue and white, a dark blue and white, a black and brown and a pink and white. He’d chosen Pinky. It made his birthday far more special that he shared it with his fluffy. She was pretty smart, learning any rules he gave her pretty quick. It seemed she was still pretty sharp, when she wanted to be!
They arrived home and he left the fluffies locked in the saferoom. He’d taken out and set up the old foal litter box. When all the fluffies were settled, he left them to make some spaghetti. It was a special occasion after all. He put Pinky’s share through the food processor to make it into an applesauce-like texture. Then he dished out his and the new mare’s. He set up another old foal litter box in the kitchen and set a second pet bed down near Pinky’s, for the creepy cute foals and their new mother.
He opened the baby gate to let the fluffies out. Pinky led the way, the brown mare followed, foals in the fluff on her back. “Tonight is our special adoption day night! This means…” pinky grinned, “Skettis nigh!” She waddled along faster. She sat at her bowl, the brown mare copied Pinky. The foals cheered, skettis milk would be the bestest milk! Once Taylor sat, they all began eating their dinner. Once every dish was licked clean, he got up and piled them into the dishwasher. “Alright, now we need names.” He crouched down and scratched the new mare’s ears. “You will be Wren, like the pretty little singing bird.” Her dark green eyes glittered with joy, “Wwen wuv nyu namesies, Daddeh!” He smiled, then looked to the foals that were coming from the pet bed, they took a short nap while the mares ate.
He lifted the yellow and green filly, with her one big eye, “You will be Susie, because you remind me of the pretty Black-eyed Susan flowers.” She giggled, “Fankies Daddeh! Soosee wuv namesie!” He set her down and picked up the eight legged filly, “I’ll call you Daisy, that’s a pretty flower that is the sister of the Black-eyed Susan.” The foal was delighted with her new name too. Then he lifted up the two headed foal. They were colts and a nice pastel pink and white. “The pink little guy is James and the white little guy is Peter.” The fluffies we’re all happy and named. Everyone was made to use the litter box, then Taylor took them to the living room. He lifted each fluffy onto the couch. Pinky sat in his lap, Wren and the foals cuddled against his side as they watched the old cartoon Peter Pan before bed time. He tucked all the fluffies into the big pet bed in the safe room. He turned on the nightlight, it cast pretty colors on the walls that dance like an aurora before turning out the lights. “Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning. Be good fluffies.” A chorus of gud nigh Daddeh came from the fluffpile. He locked them in and took a shower before he went to bed.