Rogue stayed in a corner sulking. People had been coming and going to adopt her bothers and sisters. A few buyers would look her way but quickly turned attentions back to the others. It didn’t make sense. She was the smartest, prettiest, and the best in everyway. Why didn’t anyone want her? Was it because her meanie human mummah took her tongue away? No, it couldn’t be it. She was still the best without it. Everyone was out to get her.
Human mummah took most of Rogue siblings to the vet to get them fixed. Rogue thought it was a good thing. They were broken anyway and she thought after they went to the vet they would finally see the truth about her and worship her like the bestest that she was.
However, they all came back complaining about their special lumps being taken away or having tummy owwie. It didn’t matter to her. As long as they finally see her greatness.
Her siblings that didn’t go to the vet were taken to their new owner the next day. Including Cupid. This was wonderful news to Rogue. He had been getting in her way, and with him gone she could finally punish the others for their disobedience and not seeing her for what she truly was.
When the last of the non-fixed foals were gone, Ruby turned to her adult fluffies. “It’s restock time, Beloved. You have two mares to give babies to. I expected them both to have the baby feeling by bed time. You don’t want to disappoint me.” She left.
Beloved cried a little. He was dreading this day. He knew he had to get both mares pregnant again and he had a feeling it was going to have to happen on the same day. He really didn’t want to do it in front of his children. They were too little to know about such things. He didn’t have a problem teaching about it when they were older and just before they were ready to have families of their own. He knew they having families of their own wasn’t possible for all but one of his remaining foals. But it was still an important lesson.
Beloved tried to find a place to perform the deed in private. But there weren’t any hiding places for the adults. Dolly had the solution. She would distract the foals while he was with Feather. And Feather would distract them when it was her turn. The adults agreed to the plan.
Dolly gather the foals. “Dowwy wan’ to pway wiff babbehs. Pway thinkie game.” She tried to think of a game that would get her babies talking and wouldn’t have them looking around. “Twenty questions.”
Rogue had no interest in the game. She walked a little ways away from the group for a nap. She hugged her favorite stuffy friend. They were all hers but this one was the softest. She fell asleep with the sound of Dolly’s voice and rhythmic sounds she couldn’t identify.
When she woke she found her mummah curl up with some of her sibling. She stood up and stretched. It had been a good nap alone. She grabbed her stuffy friend to go into a corner and play. The toy was pulled back.
Rogue turned around and found her precious toy being held by one of her sisters. This made her fly into a rage. They knew. They all knew that of all the toys, this was the only one they couldn’t touch. This one wasn’t to be shared. She put up with them stealing everything else, but this one was only hers.
Rogue reared up and started pounding away at her sisters stitched up belly. The filly woke up screaming. If she could, she would have been telling her sister what she had done wrong and how she could fix it. But she couldn’t, and her sister should have learned her place along time ago.
Feather woke and ran to her foals aid. She pulled Rogue off her sister nearly throwing her and checked on her other baby. There was blood. She didn’t want to, Rogue would be badly punished, but her other baby’s life was more important. Rogue would live through the punishment. This baby may not live if she stayed quiet and not called for her human mummah.
“MUMMAH, HEWP, BABBEH HAB BAD OWWIES, DEWE AM BOO BOO JUICE!”
Ruby ran in. She saw everything, but was waiting to see what her fluffies would do. If they didn’t say anything in another minute. She would have punish everyone. But Feather was a good fluffy. “Oh dear what happened?” She kneeled down beside the foal. She was still peeping. It was a good sign.
Feather was holding back tears. “Nu tawkie babbeh gabe sissy sowwy hoofies fo’ nu weason.”
Rogue kicked and bucked. She had a reason, but she couldn’t tell anyone. It wasn’t like anyone would listen. They were all dummies that didn’t realize they hurt their queen.
“Oh no,” Ruby picked up Rogue. “You naughty thing. Sorry box for you.” She stood up. “You’ll get a proper punishment once the vet is done checking your sister.” She dropped the foal in the box. She turned to the three adults. “Where have you two been?”
Beloved started to cry. “Beloved was doing what mummah say and was giving Dolly babies.”
“I forgive you then. Feather will be the only one punished with the sorry stick then. Your lashes will depend on how hurt the foal is.”
The vet determined that the foal’s stitches broke open. Feather got five hits with the sorry stick. That left Rogue’s punishment. Ruby like her fluffies certain ways. And she couldn’t do the punishment without making the fluffy ugly, and that just wouldn’t do. She asked the vet do it in front of the others. The vet agreed it was best if they all watched.
Rogue was strapped down on to the immobilization board. She tried to move but found she couldn’t. She tried harder but it was still no use. The vet asked Ruby if she wanted to foal to feel pain or not. Ruby told him to she wanted Rogue to feel every moment.
The vet went to work. He shaved Rogues front legs. Since Ruby asked for no stumps the vet had to do a more intricate operation. He normal didn’t preform the amputation. People usually cut off the limbs themselves and mess with their stumps to torture the creatures, but it wasn’t his job to ask questions. He’s job was to patch them up to be tortured some more. She didn’t even have a strange requests. There were people that liked their toys stumpless and their fur covering their scars. He could tell with her adult fluffies Ruby was one of this people. And that she was cruel in other ways.
When the vet was done, Rogue’s front legs and tail were gone. A perfect future enfie mare. The way the others match the adults and the way the fluffies held on to each other, it was obvious this was a fluffy family and this was one of their foals. He had seen it before. Why pay for a enfie toy for the stallion when you get one for free? If an enfie mares remains upfixed rarely gave birth to full term foals. Stillborn premier foals is the norm. However enfies mares were normally fixed. “Do you want me to fix her?” He asked before freeing Rogue.
“No. I want her intact.”
The vet have her a nod. They were only playthings, why would he care? He took his payment, packed up his things and left.
Ruby put Rogue in her sorry corner. “I had an owner lined up for you. He would have treated you like you think you deserved. You were going to be a lesson, but I’ve decided to keep you.” Ruby had to think. “Beloved, since she’s yours, what do you think her name should be?”
Beloved almost jumped for joy. He could finally call Rogue by name. He took a minute to hide his excitement. “Mummah, Bewobed think babbeh name Wogue.”
“Rogue huh?” Ruby almost laughed. “That’s too good a name. No, her name is Flashlight. Yes, that is the perfect name for her.”
Beloved hung his head. It was a funny name, but he know fluffies could be named worse things. At least a Flashlight wasn’t a bad thing. It was a bright light for when the lights go out.
Rogue, now named Flashlight, learned how to get around without front legs. It was hard and she couldn’t lift her front half like some barkie monster do, but she still got around.
Flashlight spent most of her time in a corner with her stuffed animals. She watched as her new siblings were raised and adopted out. She wasn’t allowed to watch them be born. Like last time. Dolly and Feather gave birth at the same time, and it was impossible to know who’s foal was who’s. Her human mummah made her watch her daddah give her mother and Dolly special hugs. They didn’t want to. They thought she wasn’t ready but they did it anyway to avoid Ruby’s wrath.
Sometime after that Flashlight woke with strange feelings in her special place. She knew and didn’t know what it meant. She did know rubbing Her special place against something made it feel better. Her parents knew when they wished her good morning she had the baby feeling. They also knew she was too young for babies. They talked to her and assured her that having the baby feeling didn’t mean she was ready to have babies. When she was a fully grown fluffy and mummah said it was okay was the time to have babies.
The adults asked their teenage daughter not to rub herself in front of everybody. Not because it was gross, it was natural and their was nothing wrong with it. It was rude. And trying for good feels should done when she was along or with her future special friend.
Ruby had plans for Flashlight. When she discovered that Flashlight hiding behind a block wall grinding herself against her favorite toy, she made a few calls. The next morning Ruby took Flashlight out somewhere saying it was time to earn her keep. She also said something wanting Beloved to be her first customer, but decided he shouldn’t be for his own mental state. The fluffies didn’t know what it meant at the time, but they knew it wasn’t good.
Ruby came back with Flashlight in her arms. Flashlight was beaten and bruised. Tears streamed down her angry eyes. The people at the place she was taken had given her a bath cleaning her of blood and other fluids and some none fluids. So the other fluffies couldn’t smell everything that was done to her.
Ruby was so happy she laughed. “You should be proud of your daughter. She made a wonderful prize and made mummah a good ten thousand.” She put Flashlight down. Ruby flicked the young fluffies nose. “Stop making that face and be happy the stallion was too young and eager and mummah can still rent you out again as a virgin prize. Now rest up and heal. Next week you might not be as lucky.”
The three adult fluffies hugged and comfort their daughter and Flashlight let them. She didn’t feel like a smarty anymore. She felt like nothing. She regretted getting caught hurting her sister.
Ruby walked out humming. A virgin prize for a racing or fighting or any other competitive stallion was highly sought after. The stallion loved to think the mare are was his and only his. The next best thing was stealing the mare from the former winner and making her lose the former winner’s tummy babies so she could carry the new winners babies. Ruby placing a bet on the young stallion had won and made more money.
If Flashlight was able to give birth to a litter from a prized stallion. Ruby would get more money. Flashlight wouldn’t be raising them. She would be died up, and put back into the the prize pool a week later. Dolly’s job was to raise the foals. After all, they might be her grandchildren.
Some people didn’t agree with fighting fluffies, or some of the prizes that could be won for the competitive scene. But as long as the prize wasn’t what could be considered a foal. There was no laws against it. There would never be laws against it. Fluffies were only toys.