Hi, I am Katelynn Simons and i want to tell you a story about of when i got my first fluffies.
Keep in mind that I was young and ignorant… i was so obsessed by fluffies and wanted one so bad that i’ve almost literally erased my bank account.
The first thing i did was building the safe room, of corse i didn’t listen to anyone suggestion and bought only top quality equipment… i made it anything-proof…
Soft sponge coated pavement and walls, a 120 inch TV, an audio system i could make ashamed a cinema, a chandelier with adjustable night light mod, self cleaning litter-box…
i know, i know…
It was beyond obsession but i was happy with that, even so, the fluffmart employers where i bought all that stuff thought i was going to open an fluff park by myself… eheh.
Then the moment arrived, i was going to a local shelter (now it’s closed… don’t remember for which of the many reason…) to get my first fluffy.
It was empty, i’m not joking, every single fluffy there were too far gone, dead or in “wan die” loop…
When i returned home… Didn’t even entered the porch and i hear a weak cry coming from my garden…
I started searching the source of the cry, i was only oriented by the laments… and then i find it… a little baby fluffy bundle stuck inside a bush, all covered in dirt, blood, poo and pee, so skinny i couldn’t believed it was still alive and crying maybe for hunger or for his mother or both… who knows.
-Peep peep peep-
I checked the surroundings, usually, when a foal cries, a mother should be near but… there was no one there, so i did the only thing i tough was right, I take care of him.
The poor thing when seeing me approaching, started to peep in distress and leashing scaredy pee he was so weak and small… i saw him rise, wobbling for a bit and then fall again… thats where i saw… he had a broken leg.
Who knows what he gone thought, for having that reaction with me, he was probably a lucky survivor from an abuser… poor cutie… he was so small and precious.
I took him in.
I first clean him the best i could, i preferred to use wet wipes in fear he could react bad seeing water.
When completely clean, he show a cool deep red fur;
Medication was the hard part, aside from the psychological one which it needed a longer time to heal, he was covered in wounds and cuts…
I had to cut the broken leg, it was too far gone.
His teeth were broken and some missing, probably caused by a nail cutter… those bastards… how could they ever do such thing… even after healing, he had speech problems for the rest of his life;
Feed was hard as well, since he had no teeth and those left still hurts, i had to feed him liquids for a good while in a baby bottle.
He didnt trusted me instantly like fluffies usually do… i can understand why.
He needed a good period before getting used to me… but eventually we became best friends.
For his entire infancy, I covered him with love, he was always with me wherever i go, if we weren’t he would start to cry loud and wouldn’t stop until we reunited.
Whenever he had nightmares, i would pick him up and let him sleep in my bed with me.
Honestly i dont even know how he didnt grew into a smarty… i guess it was beginners luck idk… Eheh
When his mane started to grew it was a pinkish red so i named him Red… i know its not the most imaginative name… his “early” name was Apple so… names aren’t my forte.
The funny thing was, later on when the mane grow full, it turn out to be snow white, but it was too late at that point…
Red and I were inseparable… but i had other serious problems on my side…
For building that safe room i left myself broke, i was always late on house payment and college wasn’t helping either… so i had to drop out.
Luckily i had my mom to help me a bit but i didn’t wanted to be a weight for her…
At one point i got depression… the only thing that helped me going through that time were pills and Red’s company…
I wandered for a while in search for a job, and in the end i found it in a city super-Fluffmart.
It wasn’t the best deal either, every day wake up at 4am, take the bus (because my can was always at zero) and return at 10pm…
Underpaid, the manager was a dick… he refused me so many things, forcing me to coming even with fever… but he also didn’t wanted to let me quit, because apparently i was the only one who knew how to handle fluffies… and either i had anywhere to go, without a diploma… i couldn’t do much.
But Red was still there. With me.
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Some time passed and Red grew into a beautiful Stallion.
He was on that age where he wanted a special friend and i couldn’t agree more, it still was in my wild dream to have a fluffy family living with me.
So I agreed, but to make him more responsible, we agreed on if he wanted a special friend he had to take care for her and any of their foal with no poopie, bestest, monsta nor bad bebe, all bebes deserve love.
So we gone to a shelter… surprisingly… Red wasnt interested in any of the mere there, he gone straight to the rescued area…
Thats where we saw Raspberry, a beautiful fluffy with green mane and pinkish fur.
Red rushed towards her, she needed some time for his presence but they became friends almost immediately (i was so jealous heheh).
But, when I and the employer got close to her… she started yelling and cry and tried to rush away while mumbling words…
Running blindly she hit the wall and seeing herself cornered, all she could do was to close herself in a fetal position and cry even more…
“Huu huu… Pweese nu huwt Wasbewi huuu…
Wasbewi pwomis am gud nao huu huu… no mow bad bebe huu huu… pweese gu ‘wai huu”
…even Red got scared as well.
The employer then told us that she was rescued from an illegal breeding mill, when found, she was completely covered in blood, missing an eye and ready in process to becoming a milk-bag.
I felt so sorry for her… I told Red to try to convince her that there were no more mean humans anymore and that she can trust me, that I would love to gave her a home and all the love she deserved.
“Nu wowi Wasbewi, Wed mama am bestest mama… mama gon giv ou bestest nummies an’ wots o’ wov an’ wawm housi… pwese cawm down…”
But she refused… no matter how hard Red tried to talk with her… Raspberry was unmovable.
Maybe i shouldn’t persist but… I tried to force my hand on her and picked her up… but she was so panicked and struggling that she broke free and ran away… she exited from the shelter and rushed to the street… and then… a car ran over her…
Red was devastated and i was mortified… i paid for the incident and never came back there…
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Two days later while i was giving water to my plants i found a hole in my fences… i didn’t gave much importance, it was too small for Red to pass it through, but at the same moment i heard a plate breaking.
I rushed inside thinking Red got hurt and there I saw her.
There was a dirty female fluffy roaming inside my kitchen.
I don’t know how she didn’t noticed me earlier, so i used that occasion to get closer to her and try to grab from her back, but then Red appeared behind me and called her.
“-gasp- new fwen?”
She rotate and see me very close… she was pale and paralyzed out of fear…
Hey little one… how didn’t you noticed me?
[slowly approaching]
You are so cute… theres no reason to be scared… Do you want some kib-
Seeing me getting closer scared her and immediately started yelling, cry and run everywhere while shitting all over my house, then finally exited and rushed over that same hole in the fences where she remained stuck…
Am I this ugly? God dammit…
Me and Red approached her once again, i touched and patted her back, she was trembling in fear and peeping like a foal…
I assured that i wasn’t going to hurt her and that i could let her stay if she wanted.
She agreed, so i unstuck her and took her in.
In retrospective… i should have left her there…
I gave her a warm bath, Red also helped by bringing soap and towels… and when we were done i saw her true colors.
She was the exact color pallet of Red but in reverse… i called her Velvet… (yeah Red Velvet like the cake… now you get the title)
Soon after Red and Velvet became special friends… a moth later she was pregnant…
But… this is where problems started…
Out of nowhere… Velvet became more and more aggressive towards Red…
She started to insult Red and bite him whenever they were close… i truly don’t understand where this attitude came from…
When her belly was bigger and couldn’t move anymore, she started to eat more… i guess its normal for pregnant fluffies… but whenever she ate, she immediately puke, like if her body refused the food…
I brought her to several vets but none of them found the cause nor didnt know what was happening…
Then a week later… she gave birth, but it was too early… she had a premature abort.
The mix of overwhelming emotions and pain brought her to suffer an hysterical pregnancy… basically she was still believing she was about to become mama even tho her belly wasn’t growing.
We tried multiple times to calm her down, me with toys and Red with hugs… but her aggression growth more and more
Out of our pain… me and Red agreed on letting her go.
Listen Red, we cant continue with Velvet anymore…
“pwese mama nu kik out Vewet…”
I know you love her Red but look, she is too sick and aggressive towards you… we have to let her go…
“Nuuu pweese mama… huu nu giv Vewet foweva sweepe huu…”
Dont make it harder Red, she’s my baby too but…
“Huu huu… pwese…”
Red… Velvet will only suffer more and more… i know it’s hard but… sometimes bad can do some good…
“Huu huu -sigh- otai mama huu”
Aaaw [hug Red]
Its almost dinner time… i’ll prepare some sketties for you and Velvet… be sure she eat ok?
“Huuu… Otai mama… tank ou mama”
It was better is we remembered her for the good times instead of the bad recent ones…
I-… I should have done that early…
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The same night… i woke up from a loud painful scream… i rushed and… when i entered the safe room… i saw my worst nightmare…
I saw a raging Velvet… stomping and yelling at Red’s dead body… blaming him for her miscarriage and other stuff i dont remember…
I-I… I saw red at that moment… i remember everything it happened next…
I grabbed Velvet from her tail and throw her to the wall… then i unleashed all my fury and beat her badly…
I- regret that moment… it wasnt her fault… her mental condition was bad… it wasnt her fault.
Then i gone to Red still warm corpse… his eyes where open… crying…
… I… I hugged him the hardest i could and cried the entire night…
Velvet survived but… i hit her too bad leaving her paralyzed and with brain damage… she was terrorized by me… i couldnt blame her… angry me scares too…
No matter how hard i apologized or shown love, every time Velvet was with me… she would either cry or try wobble away but couldn’t move…
And a two weeks later… i found her dead in the safe room, she munched on her tongue and died by blood loss…
Man… if the young me knew how hard is to rise a fluffy…
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I didnt drop on the dream of having a fluffy, i still love em… but nowadays i take more attention and responsibility.
After Red and Velvet i sold my old house, finished studies and became manager at the same super-FluffMart i was working…
My new house is too small to keep a fluffy inside but to be honest… of all the fluffies i have here in the store… i’m happy with them…
Still… i miss Red every day…
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Oi Chad here, thank you for reading all this poem.
Please cover me in feedback, how am i supposed to know if am doing good or bad?
If you have questions, shoot em right away, if you wait too much we might risk i forget everything