A few weeks gone by and when the black furred fluffy isn’t gathering food for themselves, he casually observes the humans walking by. Chatting to each other, talking into their small glass boxes they call “phones”, driving in their giant metal rides they call “cars”.
He immediately noticed that their speech patterns are vastly different from a fluffy. It sounds… more formed. Mature. Complete.
And he watched as fluffies come up to humans, begging that they could give them a home. Sure, there is a chance that they will get what they want. But there is also a chance that be stomped on the spot. He observed humans long enough to understand their tones. Some are gentle, some are bitter, and some hide sinister intentions. So he come to the conclusion to avoid humans at all cost.
Regardless, since their bitch of a mother notices their little escapades, and the fact that their father has left one day only to never return, the food gathering duties fell upon them. All the while their mother coddles their lazy “Bestest” sister.
“BESTEST WAN NUMMIES!” Their magenta hued sister, all plump and bulbous from drinking nothing but her mother’s milk during her growth stage. “DUMMEH UGWY BWUDDAH BWING BESTEST NUMMIES NAO!”
“Ugh…” The black fluffy youth groans. He turns to his fat spoiled pig of a sister, “We left you a nummie pile this morning.”
Yeah, the black fluffy began to imitate the speech patterns of the humans. Still high pitched from being a fluffy pony, but it just feels right to him.
“NU ENOUGH! MOWE NUMMIES!” Shouts the Bestest Baby. “OW GIB UGWY WOWSTEST BWUDDAH WOWSTEST HUWTIES!”
As if she COULD hurt him in that state of hers. Much less get up and walk over to him to do it IF he stands still.
“Wisten to Bestest Babbeh, ugwy babbeh.” Added Rose, their mother. “Bestest Babbeh needs aww da nummies to gwow big and stwong.”
Strong? Unlikely. Big? Absolutely. The black unicorn grimaces. He was already tired of being put up with his favored sister’s shrieking but now he has to PROVIDE for her while she sits on her fat ass. Why would he even stay at this point.
That thought washed away by the brown torrents coming from his sister’s rear, cascading onto his face.
“DUMMEH BWUDDAH! GO GID NUMMIES NAO!”
He opens his eyelids from his shit covered face, and grumbles out, “Fine.”, as he turns to leave.
He uses his hoof to wipe off his sister’s defecation off his face the best he could. It stinks, he thought, but at least it wasn’t forcefed to him which his mother most likely would to keep her Bestest happy.
“Meanie sissie gib bwuddah sowwy poopsies?” Asks his green pegasus brother.
It doesn’t took a genius for him to see the shit covered fluffy to be… well, shat on. But he could surprise anyone.
“Yes…” The black fluffy groans.
“Wan gween bwuddah gib wicky cweanies?”
While his green brother is LESS bright than an average fluffy out of… well, all the very few fluffies he has met so far, he is more genuinely kindhearted. Always wanting to help and always being polite. Though to his black furred brother, he sees it being a behavior dangerous to his safety.
He actually liked his green brother, so he couldn’t help but worry if his niceties will be used to take advantage of him. That being said, he couldn’t bear to let his nicer brother to lick the shit off him.
“It’s fine, I could find a puddle to clean myself off with.” He replies.
“Nu! Wawa bad fo fwuffies!” His brother persists. “Wet bwuddah hewp!”
He sighs. He’s too nice for his own good. Really.
The black fluffy relents. “Fine…”
“Yay! Fwuffy hewp bwuddah!” The bright green fluffy starts to clean his brother with his tongue as said brother stares off into the distance. Contemplating why he has to put up with this neglect and abuse.
“Nu taste pwetty…” Bemoans the green pegasus. “Bu bwuddah aww cwean nao!”
“You really don’t have to…” Sighs the black unicorn.
“But fwuffy wan to. Bwuddah wook wike he has heawt huwties…”
“More rage than sad…”
He was about to say what he usually calls him. Brother, Green Brother, but it doesn’t… SOUNDS right to him in his adapted speech. Maybe if he starts naming himself and his siblings. His mother has a name since she calls herself “Rose”. Mostly by the human who once owned her. What happened to them he thought. But that is not what he should focus on at the moment.
“Get our yellow sister and blue brother.” He said, “Fatass wants more nummies.”
“Bu-! Bwuddahs nd sissie GIB Bestest nummie piwe awweady!”
“She thinks it isn’t enough, unfortunately. Though I think she has more than enough already…”
“Otay…”
He went off to find the rest of his siblings, and brought back his yellow pegasus sister and his blue earthie brother.
“Bwuddah sei dat Bestest wan mowe nummies?” Asks the slightly taller blue fluffy.
“Yeah. Again, we’re working hard while Fatass sits doing nothing.”
“Hah!” Laughs his yellow sister. “Fwuffy wikes sissie’s new namesies!”
The blue earthie agrees as he starts using it himself. “Fwuffy hade Fadass, take aww nummies.”
“Weww. Not AWW nummies.” Smirks his yellow sister.
The black fluffy nods. “Think we have enough for our hidden stash. If we couldn’t find any, we might have to take a bit from it.”
Ever since they started gathering, they started a hidden stash of food away from the eyes from the rest their family, other fluffies, and the occasional rat and racoons. How did they get this much food to make a pile for themselves?
Black, in his observations, notices the patterns in the human behavior. He notices that there is a bakery nearby that often throws out day old goods in the dumpster. While, of course for being the size of a pomeranian, the task of reaching into the dumpster and OUT with the baked goods seems impossible. But he did what an average fluffy never does.
Actually THINK up a solution.
Nothing complex… actually, it IS complex at first. Precise Fluffy Stacking on top of one another, and a makeshift rope out of discared shopping bags.
Green, being the smallest out of all of them besides his yellow sister, has the rope tied around him. The Fluffy tower into the dumpster as follows. Blue, on the bottom being the bigger and thus hardier of the siblings, Black, an average size, Yellow, being a mare, and finally Green who was tasked with climbing into the dumpster finding the goods in it.
Once he finds what was he is looking for, the rest pull him out with the rope until Green could climb out the edge and drops into safety on his siblings.
The system works during their time growing up. Them growing in general makes it a while lot easier.
Today however… when they are doing their usual routine, the door leading out of the bakery and into the alleyway where the dumpster resides, opens. Which comes out a young worker who wants to take a smoke break only to find a quartet of fluffies by the dumpster doing their usual stacking.
“Hey!”
Black turns around, and shouts to his siblings, “Bail!”
They drop whatever they are doing and run away from the human. However the makeshift shopping bag rope was still tied around Green. As the human wastes no time putting his foot down on its end, stopping Green in his tracks.
“Hewp!”
“Oh no-!” Shouts Black.
“Got you now, you little shitrat!” The human grins with malicious intent.
Thoughts run through Black’s mind like wildfire. He could increase his chances of survival if he lives Green to his fate. But… he loves his brother. As he always show kindness when his bitch of a mother and his bigger bitch of a sister wouldn’t. Yellow find him too dumb, but she loves him to bits too. And Blue, he would want to see all his siblings alive with the exception of Fatass.
They wouldn’t abandon him. But how.
“Yellow, Blue, get Green out!” Shouts black. “I’ll distract the human!”
“Bwuddah cwazy!?” Exclaims yellow.
“…Otay!” Nods Blue. Putting his trust in his more intelligent brother. “Wet’s go!”
Yellow grits her teeth as she follows Blue to free their brother. Since Green clearly isn’t thinking in trying to free himself as he curls up to cover his head.
“N-nu huwt fwuffy… onwy wanned nummies…”
Before the human can put his hand on him, black had to use the crude method on shitting on his hand.
“AGH-! FUCK!”
He knows that doesn’t hurt him in the slightest, but it gives his siblings the few seconds to untie the rope around Green’s waist.
“You little shit!”
Black sees a shoe barreling towards him, but with quick thinking, he kicked his front hooves upwards to dodge the human’s foot. Shocking him.
Taking opportunity, Blue rushed forth to headbutt into the human’s shin. While it doesn’t even sting the human, but it’s force is just enough to tip him over to fall on his back.
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
Black lands as he looks at his Blue brother, processing the fact they managed to topple a human. Until their yellow sister shouted.
“WUN DUMMEHS!”
Wasting no time, they fled. Leaving a very pissed off human youth as his coworker comes up to him to help him up.
Miraculously, against all odd, they survived against a human. Yet… empty handed.
“Wat am fwuffy nd bwuddah nd sissie gun do?” Moans Green. “Hab nu nummies…”
“Bu bwuddahs am aww awive, dummeh…” Pants Yellow.
“…nu fo wong…” Sighs Blue. Knowing their mother might stomp on them for failing her and her favorite child.
“…why are we even doing this for them.” Black asks himself.
“Wat?” Blue can’t help but overhear it.
“Why are we accommodating for a pair of worthless fluffies who will never be grateful for what we do.” He replies. “Our mother NEVER feed us anymore and Fatass will never be satisfied. We’re getting ourselves fed at this point.”
“Su wat do we do den?” Asks Green.
“…we leave.” Black says with finality. “Take our stash, and find a new home. Leaving those two bitches behind.”
“…yea, HECK with Fadass and Dummeh Mummah!” Yellow agrees. “Dey nu care abou us, su wai cawe abou dem!?”
“Bu, whewe do bwuddahs and sissie go?” Asks Green.
“Away from here.” Says Black. “I heard from humans of a place outside of town. Where there is nothing but trees.”
“Bu bwuddahs nd sissie be safe?” Green replies. They have dealt with avoiding “barkie munstahs” and “meowie munstahs” and even “wingie munstahs” but the uncertainty of what lies beyond the urban jungle?
“It’s better than staying in a place like this.” He turns to his brother. “Even if we find a different alley to make a nest, that human remembers us now. He WILL find us with friends. And we WILL not survive when it happens.”
Green gulps. Friendly as he is, he does recognize danger. But he trusts his smarter brother more than anything. After all, he saved his life.
“Otey.” He nods. “Bwuddah nd sissie be hewd nao?”
Black realizes this. They might as well formed their own herd at this point.
“Awwright, then fwuffy wan bwack bwuddah be Smawty.” Says Yellow.
“Wan bwack bwudddah be Smawty too.” Adds Blue.
Smarty. He is familiar with the term. Not exactly a good first experience with it though. But he does know that a Smarty is the leader of the herd. And he has been leading this little quartet for a good long while. A while to a fluffy anyway.
“Guess it’s settled then. Though…” Black gets in thought. “We might to refer to each other with names from now on.”
“Bwuddah gib namesies?” Green tilts his head. “Can fwuffy do that?”
It is unheard of a fluffy giving themselves and each other a name other than roles. Typically named ones were formerly domesticated fluffies. Them being a feral herd themselves, they would need proper names regardless other than be called by their colors.
“Why not.” Black shrugs. He points at him. “Your new name will be Lime and our sister’s new name is Lemon.”
“Hm. Wemon wikes nu namesies.” Lemon puffs her chest with pride.
“Wime wikes nu namesies too!” Bounces Lime.
Black named them those due to sharing the bright green and yellow color schemes of the titular fruits.
Black then points at his blue brother, “And you can be Cobalt.”
“Sownd wike a stwong name.” Cobalt nods his head. “Cobawt wikes it.”
Black heard a bit of the mineral in question. Blue, solid, and strong. Much like his toughie brother. He thought it fits.
“Bu wha abou Smawty Bruddah?” Asks Lime. “Smawty Bruddah giv own namesies?”
He thought long and hard. Smart as he is for a fluffy, his knowledge outside of his casual observations are limited. And his black fur doesn’t leave for more creative names other than…
“…Soot.” He turned to his siblings. “Call me Soot.”
“Otey!” Lime pumps his hoof up in the air.
That was when they left for their hidden stash. Behind a grate of a nearby building leading to the vents where the pile. Not the perfect place to hide food, but it’s outside any prying eyes. And it’s a good thing they take it out of the vents NOW since the residents keep finding rodents in the vents.
Using the discarded plastic shopping bags to carry their rations, they all went off. Finding a way out of the city. Away from the humans, away from their uncaring mother and her screaming bestest baby.
Whatever happened to them? Well… fate have something special planned just for them.