Hellion squeezes through the rotten wood hole in the enormous fence, and is greeted by the anxious stares of his herd.
“Nu wowwy hewd, smawtie found bestest pwace fow nummies an nesties! Wed nummies as faw as fwuffy can see!”
Creamer, the sneaky fluffy that had been the one to find the park, opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately silenced by a hoof to his nose.
“huuuuuu” he could only hum as he clutched his muzzle.
“Com with smawtie tuh nyw wand!”
The fluffies started entering one by one, until a big mare got stuck.
“WELP! HOWE NUM SOON-MUMMAH!” Screams the mare as she wiggles her limbs pathetically.
“Meanie howe wet speshaw-fwend go or get wostest-stompies.” Her mate puffed his cheeks as he tried intimidating the inanimate object.
“Stupie fat mawe, nu wan wet hewd pass? Gu way dummie fwuffy.” The smarty said as he bucked the offending fluffy. “Gu way or get wostest-stompies and sowwy-poopies.”
“Nu huwt fwuffy! Am mummah-soon” Her words fell into deaf ears as Hellion shat over the stuck mare before continuing to buck her face.
As the mare cries and screams, her desperate mate hits the softened rotten wood as he squeaked at it to release his special-friend and their unborn foals.
Eventually, the mare’s attempts at backing away from the smarty’s kicks and her mate’s efforts manage to free the mare from the soft grasp of the fence, chunks of rotten wood breaking off and clinging to her fur.
She hugs and cries to her mate in relief, the smarty however, is unamused.
“Dummy mawe twy to stowp hewd fwom numming, bad fwuffy gu way ow get mowe sowwy-poopies.”
“Nuu, mummah nu mean tu-screee” she is interrupted by a stomp in her belly. “NUH HUWT SOON-MUMMAH, TUMMY-OWCHIES BAD FOW BABBIES.”
“Nuh huwt speshaw-fwiend am tummy-babbies, nuh mean tuh be bad fwuffies, onwy wan nummies an nesties, .” His protests only served to draw the ire of his former herd.
“Dummeh fwuffies guh way! Twy take aww nummies!”
“Bad fwuffies nuh wan shawe nummies an nestie widh hewd.”
“Take sowwy-poopies.”
“Nu wike, guh way bad fwuffy.”
The herd commemorates as the couple runs away.
_
Jenny gazed at the white tiles of the women’s toilet, every other fluffy would just use the aromatic litterbox at the park entrance, but Celestia was potty trained, and would only use a litterbox in the direst of situations, crying as she did so, she would complain if Jenny looked at her while she was doing her business, but would also cry if the woman left the stall while the alicorn was on the toilet seat.
It reminded her of a few children she babysat as a teen.
“I’m done, sorry Jenny, could you please…” Celestia asked, the japanese models with bidet and dryer used never really got adopted in the country, so this happened every time Celestia had to use the toilet outside the mansion and the daycare, yet the alicorn was still ashamed everytime.
Jenny cleans the alicorn with baby wipes and dries her fur with a battery powered hairdryer regulated not to harm the fluffy’s sensitive skin.
_
Amidst the raspberry patches, the feral herd made their nests after gorging themselves on the fruits, the smarty takes a spot where three bushes are planted and pruned to make a corner, the toughie nesting on a bush with the most ripe fruits, the others having to pick among the bushes with still with many green fruits, despite those being the ones who would better serve in the long term, such thinking is beyond them.
They lost no time in confining the sole brown adult fluffy to the wall near the hole, away from the nests, where the fluffies would go to poop.
“Dummy poopie-fwuffie, nuh desewbe tasty nummies, stay in poopie-pwace an num poopies.” The stallion had said when the brown mare followed them through the hole.
Despite being the one to have found the place, Creamer had been relegated to picking from the worse bushes near the nesting area, the whiteish yellow fluffy being scared away from the better ones by the bigger stallions, he looks for a branch with the most ripe raspberries he could find, before nipping at it with difficulty, his gums bleeding as he finally managed to tear off the stick before grabbing it and going through the hole, intending on taking the food to his already immobile pregnant mate who had been left behind in the old alleyway nest.
“Cweamew, nuh bwing speshaw-fwend and babbies befowe am tawkie-babbies, come get wed nummies evewy bwight-time, but speshaw-fwend stay in owd nestie. If come hewe, chiwpies faww and get huwties in swope.” The smarty gave his advice and went back to his new nest, but he turns his head halfway and adds "Take smawtie owd nestie an hewd nummie piwe fow babbies gwow quickies, buh bwing the toysies fow hewd nyw wand. "
_
As Hazel saw the fluffy going to her while holding a branch of nummies, she believe he would show her kindness. “Thankyu! thankyu fow bwing tasty nummies to Hazew, wub-” He only stopped to shit on the mare’s face before running off annoyed. “huuuuuu- sniff huuuuu.”
_
The late afternoon summer sun was pleasantly warm on her skin, the breeze was nice and refreshing, carrying the smell of ripe berries and summer flowers.
Jenny watched in amazement as the alicorn family played, they did it in such a way that left her flabbergasted, the fluffy family reunion was so weird by fluffy standards it creeped her out.
Celestia and a few of the smarter fluffies where just sitting in a circle passing a ball around and talking quietly. An older male was teaching the younger ones how to stand up on their front leg. A trio of sisters were showing a couple of mares how to dance, not the pathetic arm waving, but prancing in place and shaking their heads and bodies in an actually amusing display. The four older colts were climbing each other to reach ripe blueberries on top of the bushes, taking turns until each ate their part. The two mated pairs where together talking about their previous children near the pond while watching the two sets of young foals play.
No one was crying, no fluffy was rolling on the ground and staining their fluff in the grass, no fighting over who gets the bigger berries, no couple trying to sneak behind the bushes, no baby was unsupervised and in danger of being trampled, no screaming or screeching over the toys and no fights over who had the best colors.
At least the foals where acting normally.
_
You’re Hellion, the best smarty of all, you found a paradise for your herd, and now everyfluffy has a pretty nest with tasty nummies all around. Better yet, no dummy human to give hurties and yell meanie words.
You even consider letting the poopie-mare eat some of the red berries if she gives you special-hugs without making no-pretty poopie-mare noises.
You watch your foals playing while you cuddle with your special friend, your most-bestest-babbie has your red fur and her yellow mane.
Your least-bestest-babbeh was a brown colored foal, but he and the other brown babbies of the herd were acting like good fluffies until now, yet you did have to give sorry-hooves to some fluffies that had called them poopie-babbies, after all, “Only bad fluffies are poopie-fluffies, only bad-fluffies deserve to eat poopies.” Your daddy had said after you refused to make poopies on the litter-pal he had brought for you before he… Daddy is always right! And the only bad fluffy in the herd was the meanie-fluffy Hazel that would not give you babies no matter how many special hugs you gave her! She used to be your special friend, but even after many forevers she never became a soon-mommah! She was a bad fluffy that didn’t want you to have babies, so you made her eat the herd’s poopies so the nests would keep smelling pretty.
You like your new special-friend more, she had a human mummah, but ran away to have babbies, and she did get tummy-babies after the first special-hugs you gave her, then she gave you the bestest of all bestest-babies.
All around you, your herd is enjoying the new land, the babbies all gathered in one spot rolling green nummies as balls. One of your foal, a blue and white filly comes running, she does a little dance and sings for her mother.
“Babbeh wuv mummah, mummah give miwkies, babbeh gwow big an stwong!”
Your special-friend then sits and takes the filly to one of her teats.
Soon, your bestest comes to drink too, the others then come and wait for their turn.
As soon as the white filly gets off with a burp, a purple colt tries to take her place, but is quickly flipped over by his mummah.
“Buh mummah bebbeh nee miwkies.”
“Dummie babbies, nu-bestest onwy get miwkies aftah giving mummah heawt happies wike TV babbies.” Says your special-friend.
Hearing that the foals all start to do dancies and singies while waiting for their turns, the brown foal is the last to drink, he barely got to suckle two times before your special-friend gets up.
“‘peep’ mummah! Dath nuh nough miwkies! Babbeh has tummy-huwties, nee mow miwkies.”
“Mummah nee nummies an make mowe miwkies fow bestest-babbeh.”
You grab her by her tail and flip her back to the floor. Weast-bestest nuh dwink nough miwkies! Wet dwink aww wast miwkies befowe speshaw-fwend nums."
She whimpers but says nothing more, she knows if she complains you will give her a sorry-hoof to her nose.
“Babbeh wuv smawtie daddeh.” The brown foal says, even if he is ugly, he is still a good babbeh.
"peep’, bestest-babbeh am spwouwin-babbeh, wook daddeh, babbeh am spwouwin!*
You’re watch as your bestest-baby waddles deeper into the bushes, he’s so brave, you’re sure he will be a smarty-friend just like you!
_
Celestia rarely got the chance to just talk and play with her alicorn brethren, they lived quite far from each other, and their owners rarely send them back to the daycare, only when it’s the vacation times of the year, they find it safer to send them to the “central” daycare instead of taking them in long trips, you never know what kind of people and dangers they would be exposed to overseas.
The alicorns had been there all day in a separate saferoom, but Celestia is always stuck with the other fluffies to play her role, after all, she was one of the main reasons everyone wanted to send their fluffies there.
But even now, it was grating on her nerves to keep the facade of calm happiness that Princess Celestia is supposed to present.
She worried about her human friend, was she eating her greens to grow up big and healthy?
Was she listening to her father and being a good girl?
Was she safe where no bad people could steal her away and hurt her?
Did she find nice friends to play with so she was not alone without her Celly’s hugs and kisses?
She really missed Angela, the girl was away visiting her grandparents with her father, and Celly could not go due to Princess Celestia needing to record a new episode for the show in that same week.
More reasons for her to hate fluffies, her fellow actors needed her to be present in every scene Princess Celestia was in for them to act convincingly. (If one could even call it acting if the actors believed the show was reality)
If only they could do what the human actors did in the commercials, she could have gone with Angela and read the script later, the human with the magic box making it look like she was there the whole time.
“Medicine”
“Uh, needwe”
“Dle-dle… uh” The others laughed, she was so embarrassed, her sister did it on purpose, there’s no word starting with dle, Celestia is very sure. “Dwelling” she says, tilting her head up in an exaggerated show of pride.
“Wingewing”
“Ringmaster” Dusk, the purple alicorn said, he was the only other fluffy present who also spoke right without being told to do so, mostly in solidarity to Celestia, it was obvious that he had a liking for the mare, and if Celestia was asked, the male would be her choice of mate too, but she knew better than to voice this opinion unprompted.
The other fluffies in the circle all looked confused.
“What that?”
"That wowd?
“Jenny! Pwease hewp with game!”
“Okay okay, what’s the problem.”
"What is wingmastew?
“Wing- oh! Ringmaster is the man that starts the show at the circus.”
“Okay, thankyu Jenny, uhhh, Tewmite.”
“Tewmite.”
“Tewmite.”
“Tewmite.”
“Termite.”
“Tewmite.”
“Termite.”
Before she even could throw the ball, the others all said in order.
The mare got up, and stomped away.
“Where is she going?” Asks the caretaker.
“Woser has to go get the waspbewwies fwom neaw the waww.”
“Ow the teabewwies.”
“Teacake, no one wikes the teabewwies.”
“I like them.”
“Cewestia weiwd.” The mare said, before pinning the princess fluffy to the ground and starts waving her tongue bellow Celestia’s ear “lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“Ah! Stop this!” This only made the others all join in on mocking their hated tongue exercise near Celestia’s ears.
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“Ah! stop, stop no! Jenny, help, ah, stop! Wewp Cewwy!”
Before the confused caretakers got to intervene, the fluffies stopped attacking the panicked alicord and start to giggle.
Celestia puffs her cheeks while looking at her older sister lying on top of her, but the heavier alicorn just bumps their noses together while closing her eyes “Kissy kissy kissy siwwy sissy- ‘wah’.” She yelps as the caretaker pulls her off of her charge.
“Celestia are you alright?!” Asks the panicked caretaker, startled by the sudden incident, ‘And the day was going so good’ the young woman thinks.
Celestia gets up, cheeks still puffed, she looks for a second straight at her sister, before jumping on her.
“Ahhh!”
“Ahhh!”
Screams both the fluffy and the woman before…
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
“lero lero lero lero lero lero”
"whaahah, stawp, hihihiii stawp fwuffy sowwy, hihiha, nuh mowe twickwes!
_
Cappuccino was slowly walking to the edges of the park, the blueberry bushes giving way to strawberries and small figs, bigger apple trees spaced far apart speckled in between.
Her name comes from her coloration, white brownish legs and belly, a dark coffee colored body with a white head, horn, tail mane and wings.
The mare stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar noise.
“‘peep peep peep peep’”
The cries of a scared foal. She knows it all to well, having had as many litters as she has legs, she searches for the origin of the noise, and finds a dirty red foal on the ground, he is covering his eyes, sitting on a pool of his own pee and poop.
“Poow wittwe babbeh, whewe am yo mommah? Awe you wost? No wowwies Capuhtino take babbeh to nice wady.” The mare says and grabs the crying foal with her mouth, not wanting to dirty her groomed fluff.
This causes the foal to get even more panicked, Cappuccino understands the foal thinks she will eat him, even her own children are scared of her when they first see her, so she hums a mummah song to calm the colt, but it still cries and wiggles trying to escape the whole way back to the clearing.
_
“Uh, it is wed, but Gowdiewocks don’t think is waspbewwies.” Says one of the alicorns.
Jenny looks at the foal with confusion “Where did you find it?”
“Capuhtino see baby befowe the waspbewwies bushes, he was aww awone and cwying.”
“Someone must have forgotten him earlier just today, he doesn’t look like he’s been hungry, I’ll take him to Mr. Gardner, poor thing must be scared speechless from all the alicorns, as big as he is he should at least have said something by now, look at him, not even asking me to help him.” The woman says as she lifts the foal and goes towards the gardener’s room. ‘What a fat foal, is he a single child or something?’ She thinks to herself.
Part 3
Gardner Smith was a gardener, yes he knows about his name, no need to mention it, even after 50 years working in landscaping and gardening he is still sore about the comments, no he did not choose the job because of his name, no he is not a blacksmith also.
His office, part time residence and toolshed was a cozy and organized place, with two doors opposite to the entry, one was a bathroom, the other lead to a furnace where trimmings would be disposed of. Tools adorned the wall by the left of the door, and on the right was a desk with a clunky holo-display plate where the old man was busy making orders for the arrival of new seasonal bushes, he needs to plant the seeds in pots one month before he transfers them to the ground, where the super growth fertilizer would make the GMO plants develop in less than a week to the point of bearing fruits non-stop for the next three to four months, upon which the plants would die.
knock knock knock
As he gets up to answer the door, he curses under his breath and wonder, what now? Did one those brony funko pops shit itself after getting scared by it’s own shadow again? Did one of them manage to impale itself on the bushes?
His neutral face changes as he tries his best to look like a grumpy old man, he looks at the mirror fixed on the door before settling on his best Filch impersonation, he noticed owners and dolls alike would be more likely leave him alone if he looked annoyed and mad, he’s glad to have stubbed his toe that fateful day, before that they would always go to him for any problems, even if it was not related to his job.
Now they only go to him if he is the only worker on the park, unfortunately today was one such day, the park would have been closed already for the renovations and yearly maintenance, but a call from one of the park’s best clients had put hold on it for an exclusive gathering for that extended family of alicorns, and the only one there for the day was him.
“What is it.” He asks as he opens the door.
“Mr. Gardner, we found this foal here lost in the bushes.” The chaperone said while lifting the fattest foal he has ever seen, if it was still the twenties, he would say it was a hecking chonkerino, the thing was soiled, and she held it over a baby wipe. “Someone must have forgotten him here.”
“There was no one here today, the last fluffy here before yours had left two days ago.” He said, taking the foals fat legs out of it’s face, looking right into it’s eyes before sticking a finger in it’s mouth. “He’s toothless still, even with this much fat he would be too weak to be crying after all this time, he has a mane so is not SBS either, why is he not talking yet? He should be begging for milk non stop at the very least, yet all he does is squeak.” The old man poked the foal in it’s belly. “Come on little fat boy, why are you not talking? What’s your name?”
“‘peep’ Nuh am fat! Am bestest-babbeh.”
“Are you now? And where is your mother?”
“Mummah an hewd awe in nesties, scawy munstah-fwuffy twy num bestest-babbeh.”
“Nest? What the? Is? Do you have an owner? A human mother or father?”
“Humin daddeh? Nice mistah be nyw daddeh an gi’ babbeh toysies?” Asked the now excited foal, his instincts kicking in.
Gardner took the foal from the young woman and emptied a nail box to put him in. “Why babbeh get sowwy-box? Am onwy widdwe babbeh.”
“Look lady, I think some ferals may have gotten inside somehow, you might want to do a headcount aaand, she’s gone.”
_
Jenny was almost hyperventilating, she ran to the pond, fearing for her livelihood, when she finally arrived after what felt like hours of running, she quickly started scanning around and counting.
Celestia and her group was now doing some other weird thing where they walked on their hindlegs. The four parents had taken their foals to the litterbox, she saw all eleven foals accounted for. The three dancing mares where now playing in the water, annoying, but she had spare batteries for her fluffdryer. The old stallion was now running from the young mares. And the stallions were all play fighting like they were sumo wrestlers, exept she counted three young colts missing.
She took her whistle and blowed.
At once the fluffies gathered near her, she counted again as they came, only two of the colts were missing, one was behind her when she looked.
They all waited quietly for her to talk.
“There’s two of you missing, where are they?” She ask, after calming herself as not to spook the animals.
“Michwangewo an Weonawdo go pway in swing.” Said the dark green and brown maned foal who had a purple cloth wrapped on its head, the swings are by the entrance, so at least she could breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you Raphael, we-”
“Am Donatewo.”
“We are going back to the entrance for a bit, we’re not leaving yet, but let’s stay there until Mr. Gardner says is okay.”
You didn’t see your bestest come back yet, he was sploring for quite a long time, so you get anxious.
“Hewd, stay hewe, Smawty gon wook fow spwouwin-babbeh.”
You follow the trail of poopies, until you reach a spot right after the red nummies stop, it is a pool of poopies and peepees, after that it just stops.
You quickly go under one of the bushes and look up, you’ve seen flying monsters just swoop and grab a fluffy before, you’re afraid your bestest has suffered the same fate, there is very few trees where the flying-monsters could make nesties, so you carefully crawl under the cover of the bushes, going deeper ahead, looking everywhere for signs of a monster nest.
What you end up seeing is worse, it’s the scariest moment of your life, it’s worse than when your daddeh went to sleep forever, it’s a vision of hell not unlike the ones from your daddeh’s scary tv-games.
Monsters everywhere, chasing an old stallion to num him, monsters pushing each other, hooves stomping the ground like thunder, monsters in the water, water was bad for fluffies, but the monsters didn’t care, they sprayed each other, treating the deadly liquid as a toy, monster-fluffies laughed and walked like humans, they…
You bolt back to your herd faster than you ever had before, uncaring for any other monster, after all, nothing could be worse than what you just experienced, you must get the herd out, this was not paradise, this was a trap, the monster-fluffies had nummed your bestest, and they would num all of your herd! You all must leave. Now!
_
Gardner put on a raincoat, took his shovel and a bag of spaghetti and got out into the field, quickly threading the walls, looking for a hole the ferals could have gotten through, he had wanted better wood, not this weak recycled plywood, but did the owner listen? No, and now there was a risk to the most expensive toy collection this side of the city.
He smelled it before he saw it, fluffy shit, them he saw it, and it took all he had to keep a smiling expression instead of screaming. They had ruined his trimmed raspberry bushes, stripping branchea bare to make leaf nests, they dirtied the grass with their poop soaked steps, and they didn’t even walk from the entrance.
The old man quickly moved to cover the hole with his shovel, the scared fluffies emptied their bowels, but before they could start to run, he had made an offer they could not refuse.
“You want sketties?” He said, dropping the bag to the floor, the fluffies flocking to it like fluffies to spaghetti.
“Hey little fellas, is any of your herd not here? Who is your smarty?”
“Speshaw-fwend go wook fow bestest-babbeh.” The mare said before pushing another fluffy away.
“Only him?” Gardner thinks he hears an affirmation. “Wait right here, I’ll go look for him, stay right here and I’ll give more sketties for everyone okay?”
He drowned out the chorus of thanks and happiness, following the clear path of runny foal shit and shit stained hoofprints.
He didn’t even need to move much, the red fluffy running straight at him.
The panicked stallion looked up, that human was all wrinkled and gray maned like his daddeh was, he had the same warm smile and squinted eyes, he even had the same black coat with red clouds! Was Hellion dead? Did a monster get him while he was running and his daddeh was here to take him to skettiland?
The gardener simply picket up the charging fluffy, who wept openly and senselessly on his old raincoat, he did not mind getting it dirty, it was the only reason he had to take it from the depths of his wardrobe.
“Calm down, let’s get your whole herd to my place and I’ll take you all in a trip to skettiland.” He said as he took his shovel on his free hand.
The pastastruck ferals followed him without question, only sparing the time to take their foals.
_
Hazel was hiding in the poopies, she had afraid to be beaten if she tried to num the sketties, so she stayed in the corner, her color camouflage her, so she was unnoticed by the old man, as soon as the herd left with him, she went to town on the raspberries before fleeing into the street to go back to the old nest.
_
You’re Creamer and you had arrived just in time for your speshaw-fwend to eat the red nummies before having her biggest-poopies.
As soon as the babbies had all had their first milkies, you and your speshaw-fwend moved to the safenest, it was inside an abandoned room behind a cracked wall, on the floor an old gym mat the smarty claimed as his nest laid right beside the nummie pile, a collection of grasses and expired food with easy to open packaging, on the opposite side, a collection of old toy vroom-vrooms, balls of all sizes and a few blockies.
This was almost like a safe room, way better than staying outside in the cardboard door as “decoisies”, as the smarty had insisted before.
The smarty was such a meanie to you, how where you supposed to know the new mare was his special-friend? You thought that it was the poopie-mare that was his special-friend at the time, it was not your fault, SHE was the one who had asked for special-hugs, not you!
_
You’re lost, your special-friend wanted to go back to the old nest and take the nummie pile as revenge for how you were treated, the worstest-herd had always wanted all the nummies, they never let your special-friend eat what she needed for her tummy-babbies to grow big and strong, she was a soon-mummah for longer than the smarty new special-friend, but the foals could not come out because the smarty never lets her num enough! You could not have special hugs since forever because of HIM!
_
Your dummy special-friend is lost, you wanted to go back and eat the nummies already! The worthless herd was worse than your old mummah, at least she had given you the food before discovering you were lying. What a smart mare you were! Just say you got tummy-babies and the stupy mummah and stupy stallions gave you extra food! You just had to convince the stalions to have special-hugs with your poopie-place and say you’re a soon-mummah anyway.
But mummah had kicked you out when she noticed, until now, you used your voluptuous, fertility goddess body to dazzle and awe many herds until they ran out of nummies, but this smartie was different, he did not care about how big and pretty you are! He even had a poopie special-friend, yikes! You think you’re going to starve until you see him, that Adónis, a big and strong looking white and gold unicorn, he was clearly the smarty amongst the three fluffies eating sketties in that alley, you know exactly what to do.
“Hewp! Hewp! Bad fwuffy nuh wike! Hewp pwetty mawe!” You scream running in their direction, the effort leaves you breathless, but they noticed the fluffy following you as you go past them.
“Dummy-fwuffy weave big mawe awone!”
"Toughie sabe pwetty mawe!
“Go way bad fwuffy!”
They scare off the confused stallion, believing he was the bad fluffy she was talking about.
“Thankyu pwetty stawions! huff huff Bewwe wuvs nyw fwends, buh suh hungwy, can fwuffy has sketti? Bewwe give gud enfies.”
“Enfies?”
“Wan be speshaw-fwend?”
“Big mawe give speciaw-huggies now ow nuh has sketties!”
The smarty says, he thinks he is smart, but he was just played into your hooves!
“Bewwe give bestest mouthie-enfies fow nyw smawtie.” You lick your lips and put your nummie winner to work.
_
Jenny watched as the alicorns had fun in the playground near the entrance, it was a place designed for human children to play with their fluffies, you think the place made Celestia sad, it must have reminded her of little Angela, your boss’s kid is the only person to get Celestia acting like a normal fluffy, for now, she is just sitting by your side, overlooking her extended family with a longing expression.
The alarm on her phone goes off, it’s 6PM, time to get the other alicorns on the safe truck and Celestia to the airport.
“Celestia, it’s time to go get Angela at the airport.”
The alicorn stood up and jumped to the ground, running straight to the parked car and prancing in place under the watch of the driver as she waited for the woman to round up the others.
_
You cried yourself to sleep in the human’s embrace, when you wake up, your herd is inside a sorry-box.
“Wha happens?” Why hewd in sowwy-box?"
You ask, looking around, you see your special-friend and she has all your babbies, even your bestest! You waste no time hugging him, you thought he had been nummed by the monster-fluffies.
“Nice mistah ask if fwuffies had owd hummin mummah ow daddeh, them he gives bestest-babbeh backsies, buh he put hewd on sowwy-box fow wongest time!” She says, while crying.
Gardner is done filling the report and checking the missing fluffy websites for information on the two fluffies he has been told had owners.
The mare had a hit on a “looking for” site, same coloration and name, from a household in the suburbs. They marked an option that said they don’t want any offspring, but wanted her back with a 100 dollar reward, the minimum to count as a “retrieval attempt”, but at least it will pay for this month’s subscription to World of Warcraft 2.
The male had a no such hit, only a post for last year on Meta, on the profile of a dead guy that had passed away, he contacted his kids but apparently none wanted to take care of it, so he told each one to pay 200$ to get rid of it or the park would “take legal action over the damage caused by an unreported escaped fluffy on commercial private property due to learned behavior”, now he has an extra 600$ on the bank already.
What a lucrative day it was for him.
He walks to the box and is immediately bombarded by requests, ignoring them to get the mare and take her to the nearby playpen outside the office.
“Nice mistah, nuh wet babbies in sowwy-box pwease, am onwy widdwe babbies, nuh duh nuthin woong evah! Babbies neeh mummah!”
“I’m sorry, but you owners don’t want them, stay here until they come for you tomorrow, there’s food, water and a litterbox, do whatever.” He says on the way back to his room.
He opens the door to the furnace, grabs a fluffy, and puts it into the metal grates.
“Bad upsies”
He takes the babbies into the cardboard box the fat foal was in.
“Nuh wike smaww sowwy-box.”
“Babbeh nuh desewbe sowwy-box, why daddeh meanie.”
“Wet bestest out!”
“Pwease mistah, nuh take Hewwion speshaw-fwend an babbies away.”
The old man takes the fluffy by the scruff, looks at his thigh and says.
“You idiot, you’re neutered, you can’t have babbies, that’s what the thing on your leg is. These foals aren’t yours.”
“Wha? Dat no twue! Dat no twue! HEWWION HAS SPESHAW-WUMPS DUMMY HUMIN!”
“Buahahahah, I can’t, ahaha, your balls are rubber you idiot, look.” He flicks the fluffy in the testicles, all the gelding does is a single yelp. “Now look what happens if I do that on a real male.” The man holds down another stallion, and gives it a smack on the nuts before throwing it on the cold furnace too.
“SCREEEEEEEEE WOWSTEST HUWTIES.”
“It would hurt if you had real balls.”
He says before doing it on another male.
“Nuh nuh nuh pwease nuh wan wumps huwtieSCREEEEEEEE.”
“Even the foals feel it.” He grabs a foal, checking to see if it’s a male before flicking it. The foal only pukes and passes out.
The former smarty only cries quietly and says:
“Sowwy Hazew, Hewwion dummeh-fwuffy, huuuu am wowstest smawtie, am wowstest speshaw-fwend, huuuu Hewwion bad-fwuffy, desewbe onwy poopies an huwties.”
Not that Gardner is listening. He keeps putting the fluffies in place, they can’t go out for fear of falling, Hellion is the last to go, still crying.
“Alright, who wants a trip to skettiland?” All but Hellion respond affirmatively, the man closes the sealed door and opens the gas valve, thankfully the high intensity furnace is designed to burn quickly through still even wet wood and fruits in a minute, the fluffies would only feel the heat for a secons or less before dying.
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Celly is surrounded by the arms of the little girl who had ran to the fluffy standing still besides her mother, a weird reversal of the common scene.
Felicia is not pleased at all with being ignored over the chimera, if she prides herself in making the fluffy what it was, she also feels angry at herself for doing such a good job that she is sidelined by her own gift, what was it them? Was she a bad mother who spent more time and effort into essentially a work project than her own daughter? Or was she a dedicated and good mother that made sure even her work would bring joy to her child?
Her husband’s arm around her waist and his lips on her forehead puts an answer to her dilemma as the two watch their little angel trading hugs and kisses with her beloved pet.