Raising Rainbow Ch. 7 (FluffyChimera)

It’s been hours now, and the alicorn foal still screeches in terror every single time Jitters brings out Brambles. It was pretty disheartening, honestly. No matter how many times he tried to assure the foal and explain that it wouldn’t hurt him, the alicorn would continue to have the same terrified response. Yet having no other real toys for the foal left it bored and fussy, not wanting to be left alone.

Jitters was finally able to get to work once the baby fluffy finally wore himself out from the stress and curled up in the Mummah blanket for a nap. The relative peace only lasted for about an hour, unfortunately.

“Daaaaah!!! Daaaaaaddeeeeeeeh!”

Jitters groaned, running a hand through his hair after about ten minutes of the foal’s incessant calling for his attention. He debated whether this was more or less worse than when it peeped non-stop.

Deciding to take a break from his studies, he got up and checked on the foal.

“What? What do you need?”

The foal gasps at his arrival, chirping happily. “Daddeh!!”

“Yes, Hello, I’m here, what’s up?”

“Hewwo!” The foal giggled, rolling around with a delighted kick of his legs.

Jitters stared at the foal, realizing that it literally just wanted attention and to say ‘Hello’. Ten minutes of constant high pitched baby blather and shouting, just to say ‘Hello’. He didn’t know whether to adore the childish simplicity of the foal’s affection or to throw a table through a window out of sheer frustration.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. “Hello.”

The foal whinnies in laughter, delighted to hear Jitters talk. He waddles around the pen, trying to gallop in crooked, uncoordinated circles. “Wuboo!! Daddeh! Daddeh!! Wub oo!!”

Jitters smiles tiredly. “Love you too. Say, what do you think about playing quietly with a nice stuffy friend?”

The foal slows to an abrupt stop, looking up at Jitters with an anxious expression, his little tail tucking down as he pins his ears back. “Mmm… B-Bambwe m-munth-tah…?”

It was very clear that the foal did not want Brambles. Jitters sighs.

“No. No, a different stuffy friend.”

The alicorn perks up with a flutter of his little wings. “Nyu fwen?! Nyu fwen! Nyu fwen!”

“Yeah, a new friend.” Jitters nods, moving away to pick up a tablet and set up a playlist of videos. “Here, I’m gonna go pick up a new stuffy friend for you. Meanwhile, you can watch this, okay?”

He sets the tablet down in the pen, allowing the foal to sniff at it curiously.

“Now, don’t touch it, just watch, okay?” He taps the screen, starting up a video of Sesame Street. He hoped videos of Big Bird or Burt and Ernie wouldn’t be too scary. Childhood education would keep the foal entertained, right?

He watches the foal sit in front of the tablet, it’s little eyes widening when it sees Big Bird appear on the screen. It’s more unsure of the situation rather than afraid.

“This is Big Bird, he’s really nice.”

“Big Buwh…” The foal repeats, still unsure. The yellow puppet on the screen proceeds to talk to human woman about reading signs and finding a word he’d never seen before. Seeing the the woman isn’t scared of Big Bird despite being so much bigger than her seems to intrigue the foal, and before long the alicorn is absolutely delighted when Big Bird starts to sing. He raises his little hooves, swishing them about in the air to dance to the tune.

Satisfied with the foal’s distraction, Jitters leaves the infant to learn a lesson in the alphabet to get dressed and head to the nearest fluffmart.


He’d been in this damn toy isle for a hot minute, unsure of what to pick out of all these damned toys. It didn’t help that the air smelled like shit coated in flowery air freshener and woodchips. The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead made his eyes sting. Most of the toys on the shelves were weird looking to the point that Jitters didn’t understand what the alicorn saw that made him think that Brambles was a scary monster.

Some of the fluffy shaped stuffy friends were even advertised to be made with real fluffy fur for that ‘authentic’ feeling. He swore he could see one breathing, but he shook his head, thinking that he was just imagining it. It was just a plushie, not a real fluffy, right? Right.

He picks up a weird looking doll with tall hair, grimacing at it’s vacant, soulless eyes. A Troll. He couldn’t believe these things made a comeback and were still being sold. Didn’t matter how many movies full of pop song references or fart jokes they made. He still couldn’t get past how fucking cursed they looked.

“You’ve been staring at those stuffy friends for a while. Got a picky foal?” A sudden voice asks, startling Jitters so that he damn near jumped out of his skin.

“Whoa, easy there. Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya.” The man chuckled, patting Jitters’ shoulder. Looking up, Jitters eyes met a very defined torso. Looking further up, he saw what could possibly be the tallest, most burly man he’d ever seen in his life.

“You look like you need some assistance. Name’s James, this is Scout.” The massive lumberjack of a man says, introducing himself as well as the grey and green fluffy cradled in his arm.

“J-Jack.” Jitters replies.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jack. Judging by the look on your face, you’re a new fluffy owner, yeah?” James asks. Jitters gives a nervous chuckle, setting the Troll doll back down.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah, a bit. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. What kind of fluffy is it?”

“Uh, alicorn, foal. His mother tried to crush him when he was born, so I’ve been trying to raise him since.” Jitters explains, nervously glancing to the mare watching him in curiosity.

“Really now? That’s a lot of responsibility for a first timer! I took in Scout when she was just a little thing. Poor girl got her eye taken out by some asshole teens after they murdered her family with glass bottles. She’s a brave one though, aren’t you, Scout?”

“Yus, Daddeh! Am bwave fwuffy!” The mare chirps with a wag of her tail.

James chuckles, ruffling her mane affectionately. “So, what sort of things does this alicorn of yours like?”

Jitters shrugs anxiously. “Pooping, crying, begging for attention for hours on end? I… I don’t really know. He’s only just recently opened his eyes and is trying to figure things out. I had a stuffy friend for him, but ever since he actually saw it, he’s been terrified of it. So now I’m here to find a different one that he won’t be scared of…”

James hums, nodding his head. “Well, how about something simple and soft? Something that’ll be comfortable to hug, like a teddy bear, but cute enough that even the most skittish of foals won’t be afraid?”

“Choosies dat one!” Scout offers, pointing her hoof at a bargain bin of stuffed animals.

Jitters and James look to where the mare is pointing, spotting an assortment of cuddly plushies that would perfectly fit the alicorn’s needs.

“Good eye, Scout!” James grins. Jitters digs around in the bin until he finds one he’s satisfied with.

“This is perfect! Thank you.”

James shrugs, “Any time! Now lets get see how your little guy likes it. Speaking of, where is he?” He looks around, searching for any sign of Jitters’ alicorn.

“Oh, he’s at home. I left him with Sesame Street so I could come here.” Jitters answers.

James and Scout stare at him, their attitudes taking a more serious turn. “You left him alone?

“I… uh…” Jitters sweats, afraid that his answer will get his ass beaten to a bloody pulp by this mountain of a man.

“You need to go home right now. Don’t ever leave a foal unattended! You have no idea what sort of trouble he could get into! Come on, I’ll pay for the toy.” James ordered, shoving Jitters in the direction of the cashier check out.


As soon as the toy had been purchased, Jitters was practically chased out of the store by James and Scout.

“I know a place you can drop your foal off whenever you’re too busy to look after him yourself. It’s a fluffy daycare, just a couple blocks from here. Pretty decent place, Scout and I volunteer there on occasion.” James explains, scribbling an address on Jitters’ palm with a pen. “It’s a hell of a lot better than just leaving him to his own devices when you’re not there to keep him from accidentally killing himself, if he hasn’t managed to already. Now hurry! Go!”

“Okay! All right! Thank you!” Jitters shouts as he runs towards the bus stop, plushie in hand. After passing minute now had his mind overworking with more and more horrible deaths or injuries that the alicorn could be suffering.

He could have broken the tablet and cut himself on the glass. He could choke on his milk formula. He could get tangled up in his blanket and smothered to death. He could have tried to escape the pen and broken his neck from the fall. He could be electrocuted by the power outlets! He could be crushed by the fridge falling! He could somehow end up in the toilet and drown or be flushed! WHAT IF THE HOUSE CAUGHT FIRE?!

Every spiraling thought sent Jitters reeling further and further into the many dreaded What Ifs. By the time he was dropped off, he’d been sprinting down his street to his house. In a panic, he fumbled with his keys trying to unlock the front door. When he finally barged in, he rushed straight to his room, searching for the foal.

“BABY?! BABY?!

“Rubber Duckie, you’re the one~ squeakie squeak!
You make bathtime so much fun~ squeakie squeak!

Ernie’s voice snag from the tablet. The alicorn was hopping about in a dance, having the time of his life with the fun little song.

“Bubba duggie! Bubba duggie!” He chirps, giggling madly as Ernie squeaks the toy.

Jitters practically melts in relief that the foal has somehow miraculously not perished from the many, many potential ends his overactive imagination had been playing out in his mind. Scooping the foal up, he hugs the tiny thing close. “Hoooomyfuckinggod I am so sorry I was gone for so long…”

“Daddeh! Wub oo!” The foal coos, oblivious to how much time had passed during Jitters’ expedition to the fluffmart. It returns the hug the best it can.

“I see you’re a fan of Ernie?”

“Bubba duggie, daddeh! Wook!” The foal shouts, excitedly pointing at the tablet to show Jitters. Jitters gives a half-hearted laugh and nods. “Yeah, I see it.”

Setting the foal back in the pen, he gives a tired smile. “You ready to meet your new stuffy friend?”

The foal gasps, delightfully tapping his little hooves in an excited, bouncing dance. Jitters takes a moment to pull the toy out of the bag before carefully setting it down in the pen. The foal shrieks, causing him to cringe. Did he pick the wrong choice?!

The shriek becomes a giggle. The foal scrambles to snuggle the toy as close as he can. Jitters gives a sigh of relief.

It was the perfect choice.

James and Scout belong to @Kadark , thanks for offering your muses as a cameo!

This chapter was sickeningly sweet despite Jitters’ accidental neglect

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Sesame Street, good choice.

Just keep Rainbow away from Cookie Monster for now, else he’s going to want to put EVERYTHING in his mouth.

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That’s one well behaved lil’ foal. Cute one at that too.
James looks like a “strong enough to be gentle” kinda guy.

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Haha i must Will wait for more of this history

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Frogs are always a good choice when it comes to plush toys. I can’t get over how utterly adorable the foal is dancing to Seasame Street.

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Ugh. The foal is so… happy.

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I don’t know what I love more. The dancing to Sesame Street or how much he loves his froggie friend.

I’ve only had Rainbow for 7 chapters but if anything happens to him I’m killing everyone on this forum and then myself.

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that was one large Hombre

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meanwhile, Lady Bell can somehow tell that Rainbow happy, and is screaming

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Frogs are good choice as plushies, not so much as actual pets.

A pixie frog would more than happily eat Rainbow.

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Pixie frog would happily eat anything that moves regardless if it could swallow it or not. Frogs don’t have much going on in their heads which is okay because frogs and toads are awesome.

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Awwww that last pic how he love the new huggie doll.

Wow the height difference of Jitters and James :astonished: and look how cute Scout is on his strong arm :heart_eyes:

Im glad nothing bad had happen when he was out it can be really scary when you left a foal unattended.

Nice chapter, still hoping for Mr. Rambles reconcile with the foal someday.

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Yeah all that goes through a pixie frog’s brain is thoughts of food.

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or like Mr Frog. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqoPrmGFGbo

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Ok now your just taunting me with these men lol

(looks like I’m gonna be the filling in a Jitters and James sandwich :face_with_hand_over_mouth:)

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I don’t even have kids, and this reminds me why I’m perfectly fine simply having friends-with-their-own-kids!

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You’ll have to fight me for it :wink:

More importantly, I’m not the only one attracted to Jitters! lol

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Love that frog. Love that colossal man.

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I assume this would be the frog in question?

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Jitters is doing great! I’m so glad he put on Sesame Street. Now I’m curious about the Neuroplasticity of the average fluffy. If you play nothing but educational content for them, how well will they absorb it? I’ve seen some fics where fluffies can read at a kindergarten or 1st grade level, especially for items translated into fluffspeak. This is so invigorating to think about, wow!

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