Jessica was doing well for a millenial. She had a good job that paid well, a nice cushie flat and her own (though rather beat up) car. She was a social butterfly that seemed to just love being alive. That is, until the unthinkable happened and awakened a side of her she thought was dead.
It was 3 a.m. when she got the call. Her parents were in a car accident. A drunk driver plowed into their car, flipping it. Her father was thrown from the vehicle and her mother was trapped inside the wreckage. Neither of them survived, though the drunk driver did.
In the days that followed, Jessica spent most of her time locked up in her apartment, drinking heavily. She’d promised her family that she’d give it up, but hey, they couldn’t say shit now.
As she downed a bottle of whiskey, she looked out the window. Watching children and their fluffies play together in the small courtyard of her apartment. Seeing the little shitrats with families of their own left her seething with rage. Life wasn’t fair, and these stupid creatures would be kept safe from the horrors of this world while they shit all over comfortable rooms designed to keep them happy. She hated the things.
The next thing Jess knew, she was laying on the floor of her bathroom. She had blacked out and thrown up on herself before passing out in front of her toilet. Her head was pounding and her stomach was still churning, trying to expel the poison of the last night. She got up off the bathroom floor slowly, feeling her body aching and popping with every movement. Jess looked in the mirror and groaned “fuuuuck.” Her hair was a knotted mess and she still had dried vomit caked to her chin. She turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up, taking the time to find some clean clothes. About an hour later, as she was sitting on the couch sipping some tea, she heard a faint tapping noise.
Through her brain fog, it took her a moment to figure out where the noise was coming from, when suddenly she caught a hint of movement from the glass door that opened up into the courtyard. It was a fluffy, an alicorn to be exact, and it was staring at her while gently rapping its tiny useless hoof on the glass door. Its face lit up as Jess walked over to the door, sliding it open only about an inch. “Yes?”
“Hewwo nice wady. Am Sammy. Be nyu mummah?” The thing looked up at her with bright green eyes. As he stretched himself up against the glass, his front hoof pawing at the crack in the door, Jess could tell he was a colt. Sammy was an adolescent fluffy, not yet fully grown. His ratty fur was dirt brown, but his mane, tail, hooves, muzzle and a ring of fur around his neck were all a light tan. He was indeed an alicorn, his little wings buzzed and his tail wagged excitedly.
Seeing a fluffy gazing up at her with so much hope reminded her of her teenage years. Jess had once been a fluffy abuse junkie, back when PETA had released the damn things. She would spend hours online watching fluffies of all types be tortured and abused, reading long forum threads detailing new and creative means of tormenting the tiny creatures. God, she hated those fucking things.
“Hewwo? Nice wady?” The tiny voice brought Jessica back to her senses. Gazing down at the thing, a smile slowly began to form on her lips. She opened the sliding glass door just enough for the fluffy to squeeze inside, though it would be extremely uncomfortable. She slowly reached down one hand and scratched the dirty little beast’s head. “Uh, sure. Come on in.” She said in the nicest voice she could manage.
The fluffy’s eyes lit up as he started to tap all his little hooves on the deck outside. “Wealy?! Tank ou mummah! Wuv nyu mummah!” It squeaked. It took him a few minutes of pawing at the gap in the door with a hoof, then trying to push his way inside. “Huuu. Why meanie no see fing keep Sammy owt? Huuu~” Jess couldn’t help but smile, “Hmmm it seems like Mister Door doesn’t know you. He might not let you in!” The fluffy looked up sadly “jus wan nyu mummah, and housie and wub… huuuu” Jess slowly adjusted the door just slightly until he was able to fit his front half through. Jessica really didnt want this thing shitting all over her house as soon as it got inside. She suddenly had an idea! Hmm…“Oh no!” She cried. “Mister door is hungry! Hurry or he’ll eat you!”
The fluffy looked up, eyes wide and filled with fear, his little hips caught on the door. He tried desperately to pull himself loose “NU MISTAH DOOW NU NUM FWUFFY! HUUU HEWP MUMMAH, HEWP!” He screamed as Jessica jerked the door closed a little more, digging the hard metal edge into his little body, causing him to cry out. " SCREE! HUUU~ HUWTIES! NU MUNSTAH DOOW!" the fluffy screamed and thrashed as suddenly scary poopies sprayed out into the garden, covering the deck.
Jessica, stifling a laugh, finally opened the door enough that Sammy was able to pull himself free. The furry thing instantly fell on his side, panting and crying softly to himself. Jess shut the door and reached down for Sammy. She gently stroked his mane, causing him to lightly coo and spoke softly to him. “There, there Sammy. You’re okay. Mister door let you go!” She said cheerily. She picked up the little fluffy, holding him at arms length, she had suddenly noticed just how dirty and… crusty… this fluffy was. Her first course of action, he needed a bath.
Ive never written anything before. So this is my first ever story. I try to stick with art and writing just isnt my thing. But i wanted to give Sammy a story. Let me know if anyone is interested in a chapter 2.
