Strawberry sat in a carry box, on the back of a metal vroom monster, which was carrying her to her new home.
Also riding on the vroom monster’s back was Kelsey, Strawberry’s new mummah, a tall girl with a yellow mane, who was a couple of years older than the mummah-Claire. Kelsey’s mummah and daddah were riding on the vroom monster’s back too, but at the front of the beast. Another girl, who also had a yellow mane was sat next to Kelsey. This girl was called Chelsea, and looked so much like Kelsey that Strawberry had trouble telling them apart.
Kelsey also had another fluffy. This fluffy was a pink pegasus with a blue mane, and her name was Angel. Angel was currently sat inside another crying her little fluffy eyes out.
“Huuu huuu huuuu… Angew am sowwy mummah! Nu mean to wose dancie competishun! Pwease nu put fwuffy in sowwy bawks again!”
“Shut UP!” yelled Kelsey, slamming her hand down on the carry case, making Angel squeal with fear and crap herself.
“You messed up the pirouettes!” Kelsey shouted, “We went through your routine a hundred times!”
“Huuuu huuuu… Angew nu mean to mess up Piwouette! It was a haxidunt!”
“An accident?” asked Kelsey, “Well, do you know what happens to BAD fluffies that have ACCIDENTS in their DANCE ROUTINES?”
“Nu?” asked the crying little pegasus.
“They get NO FOOD, and the go in the SORRY BOX,” Kelsey told her, with a cruel look in her eye and a wicked smile. Strawberry realised her new mummah was mean.
“Nuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Pwease nu put fwuffy in sowwy bawks!”
“SHUT UP!”
Kelsey slammed her hand down on the carry box for a second time. For the rest of the journey, Angel just sniffled and wept quietly to herself.
“Kelsey?” Asked Chelsea, a few minutes later. “Why did you get this stupid red fluffy?”
Strawberry was shocked. Were they talking about her?
“Are you kidding me?” Kelsey asked her friend. “This fluffy was awesome today. Did you see what she did to that Rainbow dash? Sorry poopies. All over a five thousand dollar rare breed! It was awesome!”
Kelsey leaned over to whisper in her friend’s ear, so her mom and dad could not hear. Strawberry and Angel’s carry boxes were between the two girls though, so Strawberry heard every word.
“I’m going to train and enter this fluffy into the competitions. She’s gonna be my secret weapon.”
Eventually, the metal vroom monster stopped growling, and Strawberry was carried into her new home. It was much bigger than mummah-Claire’s home. Strawberry was feeling a little bit scared, but was not doing as badly as Angel, who had cried the whole way home. Then, Chelsea opened a compartment on the vroom monster’s back, and pulled out a box with another fluffy inside it. It must have been in there the whole time. An acidic smell wafted out of the box.
“Oh what the fuck!” said Chelsea. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Sowwy mummah!” said the mystery fluffy, “Pwincess am been caw sick again. Nu mean make sickie wawas.”
“You utter bitch!” Chelsea yelled, “You know what this means?”
“Nuuuuu! Nu wan gawden hose again!” the fluffy begged.
“Yes. Its hose time.” the cruel girl told her fluffy.
Strawberry watched as the two girls took it in turns to hose down the mystery fluffy with icy cold water. This fluffy was a Unicorn with purple fluff and a blue mane. Strawberry watched as the screaming fluffy was soaked to the skin in seconds, then left there shivering as the girls and other fluffies went inside.
Kelsey set down Strawberry’s box on the kitchen counter, and opened it up.
“Get out fluffy,” Kelsey told her.
Not wanting to be punished, Strawberry did as she was told.
“What’s your name fluffy?” Kelsey asked.
“Fwuffy am name Stwawbewwy,” said Strawberry proudly.
Kelsey and Chelsea burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha! Strawberry? That name is fucking retarded!”
“Nu am wetawded! Dat am name dat mummah-Jewwy caww fwuffy!” Strawberry protested.
“Your fluffy mom was called Jelly?” Kelsey asked, “That’s even more retarded. Your owner-mummah must have been really stupid.”
“Nu!” Strawberry huffed, puffing out her cheeks and stomping her hoof, “Mummah-Cwaire nu am stoopid! Yu am stoopid!”
“Oh I’m stupid am I?” Kelsey asked.
Before Strawberry could respond, she was grabbed and hurled into a litterbox. Moments later, Kelsey started to beat her with a bamboo sorry stick, while Strawberry cried and crapped herself.
“Nuuu! Mummah! Pwease stawp!”
“Are you sorry yet?”
“Yes! Strawberry am sowwy!”
“Okay then, lets get you cleaned up.”
Strawberry was relieved that the beating had stopped. Kelsey hit her a lot harder than mummah-Claire ever had done, and Strawberry was actually bleeding in several places. Before she could catch her breath, Kelsey picked her up by the scruff of her neck and hurled her out of the kitchen door, onto the lawn outside. Strawberry looked back to the house, and saw the nearby form of Princess, still soaking wet and shivering in the autumn cold. Then she saw Kelsey, picking up the garden hose.
“Nuuuu! Mummah! Nuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Later, Strawberry was carried back inside, along with Princess. They were led into a large saferoom, that was full of the most wonderful toys. Strawberry was still soaking wet and shivering furiously, but she couldn’t fail to hear the sounds of Angel crying, from a sorry box in the corner of the room.
“Pweeeease… mummah, Angew am sowwee… pwease wet out of sowwee bawks naow?” the fluffy’s voice said from within the box.
“No. Not until the morning.”
“Nuuuu! Huu huu huu…”
Kelsey and Chelsea then sat Strawberry and Princess down on a towel. The room was warm, and after a moment, Strawberry started to warm up.
“So. First, we need a new name for you,” Kelsey said.
“Otay mummah,” said Strawberry, not wanting another beating and hosing.
“How about, Sonja? Yeah, Sonja is a good name. Your dancing name can be Red Sonja.”
“Fwuffy nyu name am… Wed Sonja?” asked Strawberry.
“Yes.”
“Otay mummah,” said Red Sonja.
“So, Sonja, what was that dance routine that you did called again?”
“Dance woutine?” asked Red Sonja, “Oh, it am cawwed Ooga Booga?” the fluffy said the word’s fearfully, as if expecting another beating.
“It was amazing. Show me again.”
Tentatively, and very slowly, Sonja started to do her Ooga Booga dance. She was happy to sidle from one side of the towel to the other, but with an audience of two mean girls and one scared fluffy, and no stallions, she was afraid to shake her crotch boobs and twerk her ass.
“That’s not very good,” said Kelsey, “You did it much better at FluffyCon. It was hilarious then. But do you know what the best part was? It was when you pooped on the other fluffy.”
“It… was?” asked Sonja.
“Yeah, that was amazing!”
“Sowwy poopies am… gud poopies?” Sonja said, fearing this was some kind of trick.
“If you poop on BAD fluffies, that I tell you to poop on, then it is VERY, VERY GOOD,” Kelsey half-whispered, and then she and Chelsea laughed. “But you have to keep it secret. Don’t tell anyone I told you to poop on the other fluffies.”
“Ummmmm… Otay mummah.”
“Now, this is Chelsea’s fluffy,” said Kelsey, pointing at the still soaking wet, purple unicorn with a blue mane. “Her name is Princess.”
“Hewwo,” the fluffy said feebly.
“Princess’ dancing name is Princess Starlight,” said Chelsea “But Princess hasn’t won any competitions in a long time now. Do you know what happens to fluffies that don’t win any competitions Princess?”
Princess started to shake again. At first, Sonja thought she was shivering, but then she realised that Princess was quivering with fear. Sonja even saw a little bit of pee dribble out underneath the fluffy, and onto the already soaked towel.
“Mummah… Pwincess am sowwy! Nu mean nu win dancies! Pwease nu make say bad fings,” the fluffy begged.
“Say it Princess,” the girl continued, “What happens?”
“Fwuffies dat nu win dancies… have dewe weggies taked away. Huuu huuu huuu huu huuu…”
Both of the blonde girls burst into laughter at the sight of the crying fluffy. They clearly thought it was hilarious, and were smiling with sadistic glee.
“So, we’re going to train you to be a dancing fluffy Sonja,” said Kelsey, picking up a teddy bear. “And you’re going to win some competitions for us,” the girl continued, reaching for a large pair of scissors, “Otherwise…”
SNIP
The girls broke out in laughter again, as the teddy bear’s leg was cut from its body. Princess started crying even harder, and Strawberry, now known as Sonja, realised her new mummah was a very scary person.
Later, the girls went downstairs to eat, leaving the fluffies alone in the saferoom. Despite being full of toys, with a pink carpet and wallpaper painted with meadows and fluffies playing, the room seemed as cold and cruel as the two departed girls. From the far corner, Sonja could hear a faint huuing noise from the sorry box that Angel was still inside, and next to her, Princess was sniffling and trying not to cry. As Sonja watched, Princess got up, and dragged the wet towel across the room, putting it into a laundry basked, before walking over to the litterbox to make good poopies. Then, she slowly walked over to her nesty, and laid down sadly.
Sonja decided to look around the room. There were blockies, and balls, and paper and crayons, and all kinds of toys and stuffy friends that Sonja had never even seen before. On one wall, there was a massive TV, which was playing FluffTV, but with the volume turned all the way down. Sonja started to run around, looking at all the things.
“Dis am Sonja toy!” said Sonja to herself, but loud enough for the other fluffies to hear.
“Dese am Sonja bwockies!” she added.
“Dis am Sonja stuffy fwiend!” she said, picking up a stuffed toy rabbit.
“Nu!” said Princess, suddenly getting up from her bed, “Dat am Mistew Wabbit! Mistew Wabbit am stuffy fwiend of Pwincess. Nu can bewong to Sonya!”
“It am smawty-Sonja fwiend naow!” Sonja stated simply.
“Nu! Yu gib back!” argued the purple Unicorn.
“NU! Dis am smawty-Sonja stuffy-fwiend! Fwuffy wiww get wowstest owwies if twy take!”
Princess cantered up to Red Sonja, towering over the young fluffy. Any sensible young fluff would have realised it was hopeless, but Red Sonja was simply too stubborn.
“Gib back!”
“Nu!”
Princess bopped Red Sonja on the nose with her hoof.
Red Sonja’s rage descended like a red mist. She leapt at the bigger fluffy, biting, kicking and screaming at her. Princess merely stood back, and kicked her, hard.
“Owwwies!” Red Sonja cried, as she flew back, bouncing off the bed frame. Her nose was bleeding, and her pride was broken.
“Huuu huuu huuu… Nasty mean fwuffy have huwt Sonja… Why giv owwies… Am onwy wittew babbeh…”
“Yu am mean!” Princess told her, “Dis am Mistew Wabbit! Mistew Wabbit am…”
“MUMMAH! MUMMAH HEWP! MEANIE FWUFFY IS HUWTING SONJA!” screamed Red Sonja, as loud as her little lungs could manage.
From downstairs, there were sounds of the girls in the kitchen, then the thud-thud-thud of a teenage girl running up the stairs. Red Sonja made eye contact with Princess, only to see Princess’ eyes widening with fear.
“Nu! Mummah wiww be mad!” Princess cried.
“What the fuck is the matter with you fluffies?” the irate teenage girl demanded. Then, she saw the blood on Sonja’s nose.
“What the fuck have you done to her?” Kelsey demanded, “You think its funny? Beating on a baby fluffy? I’ll show you!”
“Nu! Mummah! It am Mistew Wabbit…” Princess protested, but it was already too late.
Kelsey grabbed the fluffy and held it down. Calling for Chelsea, the girls took it in turns to hold the fluffy prostrate while the other girl beat it all over with the sorry stick. Poor Princess screamed and begged for them to stop, but the girls just carried on beating her. At one point, Kelsey asked if they should be careful, not to break a leg or anything, but Chelsea replied that her dad was getting her a new fluffy with a rainbow mane for her birthday, so she didn’t care anyway.
Eventually they hurled the fluffy into a different sorry box, in the other corner of the room from Angel’s box. Then, they gave Sonja a small bowl of kibble, patted her on the head, and went back downstairs.
Sonja ate her kibble, smiling to herself.
“Yu dummah fwuffies wisten up!” she said, loud enough for the crying fluffies in their sorry boxes to hear her, but not loud enough to attract mummah’s attention again.
“Fwuffy am cawwed WED SONJA, an fwuffy am da smawtest-smawty. Dis am smawty-Sonja safe-woom, dese am smawty-Sonja toysies. Dis am smawty-Sonja kibbew, and dis am smawty-Sonja nesty.” Sonja informed them, before walking over to Princess’ nest.
“Oh, an dis, dis am smawty-Sonja Mistew Wabbit. Mistew Wabbit nu wuv Pwincess nu mowe. Mistew Wabbit say Pwincess am a dummah-stoopid-poopie fwuffy, dat nu can dancie, and dat soon hav NU WEGGIES!”
Red Sonja sat down on her new nest, snuggling her new stuffy friend, Mr Rabbit. From the sorry boxes, she heard more pitiful crying.
Sonja thought her new home might not be so bad after all.
Makes a bigger tumble.