For the rest of the week, Strawberry, now known as Red Sonja, was busy dancing to videos on Youtube. She was growing fast, and now was a young filly, although she still thought of herself as a little baby. Kelsey, her new mummah, had told her to practice, and found several videos for her to watch. Red was proud of herself as she twisted and jived, she just knew that she would become a famous dancing fluff. Red Sonja worked hard, copying the women in the videos as they danced and gyrated and twerked. If she did it well, Kelsey would sometimes give her peanut M&Ms.
Angel the Pegasus was also practicing. For some reason, Kelsey was making her do totally different dances than Red Sonja. Angel was also watching Youtube videos, but instead of watching the human women dancing like Sonja, all her videos were of fluffy dancers. Classical music would play in the background, and Angel would practice very, very hard at copying the elegant Unicorns and Pegasi as the twirled and leapt and pirouetted. Kelsey made Angel wear very tight ballet shoes, even though they made Angelâs hooves hurt so badly that she cried.
Kelsey also spent a lot longer dressing up Angel, washing and combing her pink fluff, pleating and wrapping ribbons in her blue mane, and putting a tiara on her head. Kelsey was much more strict with Angel than with Red Sonja, beating her with the sorry stick if she missed a step or fell over, and rarely giving her treats. Red Sonja still felt jealous though, as Angel got all the attention.
âMummah, Wed Sonja am gud dancie babbeh! Wook!â said Red, shaking her ass like the women on the videos.
âThatâs good Red Sonja, just keep practicing,â her new mummah said, absentmindedly as she combed Angelâs fluff.
âBut mummah! Wed Sonja am weawy gud naow. Can have tweaty?â she asked.
Kelsey looked up angrily at the cheeky little red fluffy, pulling on Angelâs hair and making her squeak with pain.
âNo more treats! Iâve spoiled you enough. Now, sit down and watch Angel do her routine. Chelsea and Princess Starlight are coming over later, and Princess Starlight has been dancing in a competition today. I want Angel to dance better than Princess, OR ELSE.â
Angel looked up at her mummah with a scared expression on her face. Red Sonja had seen Angel whipped with the sorry stick on plenty of occasions, so she sat down obediently to watch the other fluffyâs fate. Slowly, Angel assumed her starting position. Kelsey started Tchaikovskyâs Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and Angel began her routine.|
(Tchaikovskyâs Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy - Watch and Listen 3 minutes Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky / Nina Kaptsova - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy / 2010 - YouTube)
Red watched as the magical music played, and the beautiful fluffy pranced and twirled and leapt across the room. At first Red was enchanted, wishing she was as pretty as the wonderful pegasus, but then a sense of hatred started to boil up inside her like an angry, out of control train. More than anything, she wanted to do her dance, to prove to her mummah that she was the bestest fluffy. Red Sonya wanted Kelsey to wash and comb her fluff, to make her smell pretty, and dress her in pretty costumes. Most of all, Red Sonya wanted to be mummahâs favourite, snuggled up on her lap forever, eating peanut M&Ms while the other fluffies cried and begged.
And then, out of nowhere, Angel fell over during one of her twirls.
âNO! You fucking stupid shit-rat!â screeched Kelsey in fury.
âNuu! Pwincess am sowwy! Nu am shit-wat!â pleaded Angel.
âYou are a fucking shit-rat! You canât dance, you canât win competitions, youâre just a stupid, lazy, ugly fluffy!â Kelsey yelled at the crying pegasus, before whipping her butt with the sorry stick.
âNuu! Pwease mummah! Nu mowe sowwy stick! Fwuffy wiww try hawdew!â Angel wept.
Red Sonya smiled in satisfaction.
âDo you know what else happens to Fluffyâs that canât dance properly? They get sorry poopies!â Kelsey shouted. âRed Sonya,â she said to the confused red fluffy as she pulled of the weeping pegasusâs ballet dress, âGet over here and give Angel sorry poopies!â
Red smiled to herself, but was a bit afraid. Did mummah really want her to give Angel sorry poopies?
âBu-but mummah, sowwy poopies am bad poopies. Mummah-Kewsey say onwy poop in da wittabawks.â
âRed Sonja! You give this bad fluffy sorry poopies right now, or you will spend all night in the sorry box!â Kelsey practically screamed.
Red was shocked, but quickly trotted over, and turned her ass to face the crying pegasus as she struggled and tried to escape from Kelseyâs grasp. Red Sonja looked over her shoulder and up at her mummahâs face, only to see her nod with approval.
âPweaase mummah! Nu wan hav sowwy poopies! Angew wiww do gud dancies! Pweeeeeeeeeeeease!â
Red Sonja unleashed a torrent of foul smelling poop all over the pretty perfumed fluff of the dancing pegasus. It completely covered the other fluffyâs face, chest, belly and crotchboobs. The pegasus immediately started to wail with despair.
âNuuuuuu! Huuu huu huuu! Nu wan poopies! Why giv gud fwuffy poopies! Huuu huuu huuu⌠huuu huuu huuu⌠huu huu huuâŚâ
Kelsey grabbed the shit covered fluffy and dumped her in the litterbox, making her cry even harder.
âNow stay in that litterbox, and donât come out until youâve given yourself licky-cleanies,â she told her, âUnless youâd prefer the hose?â
âNuuu! Nu wan hose an cowd wawas⌠wiww give wicky-cweaniesâŚâ
Red Sonja watched in satisfaction as her rival was reduced to a blubbering mess. Not only had she given her sorry poopies, but mummah had approved, and told the other fluffy to lick herself clean. Red Sonja knew that she must be the bestest-babbeh.
This view was reinforced when Kelsey gave Red Sonja a spaghetti flavoured fluffy treat.
Later that day, Kelseyâs best friend Chelsea came over, with her fluffy in a carrybox. She had returned from a dancing competition, and was not happy.
âThe fucking bitch didnât even come second!â Chelsea bitched to her friend, as her fluffy did its best to hide and keep quiet, âThird fucking place! Who cares about third! Youâre not even the first loser!â
Red Sonya was eating a carrot, while Angel hid in her nesty, having finally managed to lick the last of Red Sonjaâs poop from her fluff. Red peered inside the carrybox, and saw that Princess Starlight was wearing a beautiful ballerina dress, with ribbons and a tiara. She had a rosette pinned to her dress. Red Sonja could not read it, but it said â3rd Place - Well Done!â. The fluffy was staring at the floor in shame.
âWhat a bitch!â Kelsey exclaimed, agreeing with her best friend, âYouâd think sheâd be grateful for all the dancing lessons youâve given her, and repay you by winning.â
âTotally, but I guess this fluffy is just stupid and useless,â Chelsea replied.
âSo, what do you want to do?â asked Kelsey, giving her friend an evil smile. Red Sonja looked from one girl to the next.
âIâll probably just get rid of her. Dump her in an alleyway or shelter or something. My dad has promised me a new Rainbow mane foal for my birthday. I bet I can train her to be a better dancer.â
At the mention of alleys and shelters, Princess Starlightâs silence was finally broken.
âNuuU! Mummah, pwease nu take fwuffy to shewtew! Pwincess wiww be gud, be bestest dancie-fwuffy! Pwease nuâŚâ
âSHUT UP!â Chelsea shouted, whacking the side of the carrybox with her hand, scaring the fluffy inside.
âEeeep!â it responded, âHuu huu huuuâŚâ
âYou know what I think we should do?â said Kelsey, sounding devious and excited, âI think, we should take her leggies!â
Kelsey pulled out a pair of dress making scissors, and sliced the blades together with a deadening SNIP.
âNuuu!â screamed Princess, âNu take weggies! Pwease!â
âSHUT UP OR I WILL!â yelled Chelsea, whacking the carrybox again.
Even Red Sonja was silent, a lump of half-chewed carrot caught in her throat. Would the meany mummahs really take Princessâ leggies?
âWe canât take her legs really Kelsey,â said Chelsea, sounding disappointed, âThe animal rights laws mean weâd go to jail, and be banned from keeping fluffies.â
âYeah,â said Kelsey, nodding in reluctant agreement, âThatâs true, but what if she had⌠an ACCIDENT?â
âOh wow,â said Chelsea, also sounding excited, âThat could work, if she fell and broke her legsâŚâ
ââŚand they had to be amputated!â Kelsey finished.
The two teenage girls jumped up to their feet and hugged each other, giggling evilly.
âWeâd have to make sure that no one could tell on us though.â said Kelsey, and Chelsea nodded in agreement.
âWould YOU tell on us Red Sonya?â asked Kelsey, waving the scissors in front of Redâs face.
Red Sonja swallowed her chunk of carrot. âNu mummah! Wed Sonja wiww not teww!â
âWhat about you Angel, will YOU tell on us, if Princess has an accident?â
âNuuu! Pwincess wiww not teww!â
âThat settles it then,â said Kelsey, smiling with evil satisfaction.
A few moments later, Kelsey and Chelsea set Princess down on the stone window ledge, just outside Kelseyâs bedroom window. Kelsey was holding Red Sonya, and Chelsea was holding Angel, to make sure the fluffies were watching. Both fluffies had been made to use the litterbox before hand, so that they wouldnât shit themselves with fear. Some thirty feet below them, the flagstone patio of Kelseyâs back yard loomed towards them, threateningly.
âSo Princess,â said Kelsey, in a pretend-kind voice. âI heard you messed up one of your twirls?â
âP-p-pwease mummah-Kewsey, wet Pwincess inside fwom window wedge⌠nu wike it hewe. It a wong way downâŚâ
âI donât care about that. You messed up your twirls, and only came third. I want you to show us some of your twirls, right now!â
âBu-but⌠Mummah!â Princess wailed, looking to her mummah-Chelsea to save her.
But Red Sonja could see that Chelsea was too far gone. She had a look of delicious anticipation on her face and was practically squirming with excitement.
âDo it Princess.â was all Chelsea commanded, as she eagerly watched.
âPweeaase mummah!â the Unicorn begged her one last time.
âDO IT!â the girl insisted.
Slowly, and carefully, the terrified Unicorn did a perfect ballerina pirouette. Stopping, she looked up at her mummah expectantly.
âANOTHER!â Chelsea demanded.
Princess Starlight started to cry, but did another near perfect Piroutte. This time, she wobbled at the end, and nearly lost her balance, hooves scrabbling on the window ledge. Again, she looked up at her mummahâs face, desperate for approval.
âAnother.â Chelsea said softly, with perverse glee.
Princess Starlight performed another piroutte, then another, then more and more, asking each time to be let back inside.
âPwincess Staw-wight nu wike dis game,â the fluffy cried.
âDo another.â the girls insisted.
Princess Starlight started to do another twirl, but this time, mis-stepped, crossed her hooves over one another, and stepped out to right herselfâŚ
âŚstraight into thin-air.
The fluffy fell to the ground and landed with a sickening crunch.
âAAIIIIEIEIEIEEEEEEE!â the fluffy screamed, âAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!â
The girls rushed downstairs, carrying Red Sonja and Angel with them. When they reached the flagstone patio, they found Princess Starlight with four hideously broken legs. Her bones had simply shattered under the impact, and several were protruding from her fluff. The poor creature could barely breathe for screaming, and had shat herself in terror.
âSCREEEEEEE! Weggies! SCREEEEEEEE!â the fluffy wailed in agony.
âAnd just remember fluffies, if anyone tells on us, they will be KILLED,â Kelsey told them all, including Chelsea. âYou know what killed means fluffies? Forever sleepies.â
Later that week, Chelsea brough Princess Starlight back to Kelseyâs house.
The vets had had to amputate all four of her legs, but had given her a special cushion to sit on. Chelsea had decided to keep her, as a warning to other fluffies as to what would happen if they failed. Angel had been terrified to see her, fearful of losing her own legs but Red Sonja knew she was the best, and would win all her competions. Princess and the other fluffies had kept their mouths shut, not saying anything to Kelseyâs parents, and agreeing that it had been a horrible accident.
Leaving the fluffies alone, Kelsey and Chelsea went downstairs to watch TV. Princess just sat there on her pillowfluff cushion, and sadly stared into space.
Angel played with her blockies, trying to ignore her friend, as if the sight of her was too much for her to bear.
âPweaseâŚâ Princess started to beg, âcan Pwincess have Mistew Wabbit fow huggies?â
Angel stood up, and started to carry the stuffy rabbit friend over to the pillowfluff. Red Sonja decided to mess with them both.
âWed Sonja am da bestest dancie fwuffy, Wed Sonja wiww win da dancie competishun, an get aww da tweaties. Angew wiww nu win, an mummah-Kewsey will gib her a haxidunt. Den Angew wiww hav nu weggies, an be a stoopid-dummeh-poopie-piwwow-fwuff wike Pwincess!â
The evil red fluffy started to cackle with glee as the other fluffies stared at her in shock.
âStoopid fwuffy!â Angel said, breaking the silence, âMummah onwy want Wed Sonja to poop on da ova fwuffies! Yu nu even do pwopew dancies!â
âDat nu twue!â yelled Red Sonja, âWed Sonja am da bestest twewky-fwuffy, hab pwacticed to hip-hop and gangsta-wap videos!â
âDat nu pwopew dancies!â argued Angel.
âIt am!â said Red Sonja, and responded by shaking her ass and crotch-boobs in the other fluffyâs face.
The other fluffy ignored Red Sonja as best she could, and gave the stuffy rabbit to her pillowed friend. The stuffy rabbit flopped and landed on the floor, as Princess was no unable to hold him or hug him. Angel kindly moved Mr Rabbit until he was half-hugging the miserable Unicorn.
âFankyu Angew.â said Princess, looking like she might start to cry.
âDat am otay Pwincess,â replied Angel, nuzzling her friend and giving her bestest huggies.
Red Sonja stomped up like a petulant child, turned and lifted her tail.
âDis what Wed Sonja fink of dummeh nu-weggie fwuffy!â she cried, and released a torrent of liquid shit all over the stuffed toy rabbit.
âMISTEW WABBIT!â Princess wailed, before breaking down into pitiful sobbing.
Red Sonja knew she was the bestest fluffy.
TO BE CONTINUED