Sky’s life couldn’t be better, even if she went to Skettiland. She had a wonderful new daddy who would sometimes even pet her head. Her special friend Ball was finally up and moving around after laying down for many forevers. Sky saw Ball wincing at every step, but he never said anything about it. Finally, she had her six beautiful foals kept in their beautiful, mostly warm, safe room. Daddy had named them after their colors, which seemed a little lazy to Sky, but Daddy knew best. All her foals were beautiful, but some were a bit odd, to say the least.
Opal was a beautiful unicorn that toddled around like any normal foal would. Green was pretty normal, moving, walking, and talking, but he was half the size of the second smallest. Blue looked just like her mama, and even though she had a horn and wings, she was still Sky’s secret favorite.
Her other babies though, were special. Yellow could kind of walk and ask for huggies, but one of his back legs was bent at an odd angle. Poor Yellow had to gingerly hop around to not put pressure on it, because the broken leg was very sensitive. Brown was fully functional except for his eyes. The rattling of his at his infancy had rendered him blind and trembling constantly. Purple was the most special foal of all. Purple only peeped and chirped long after the other foals began to walk and talk. Sky had to carry Purple around because he was so special.
Currently the fluffies were playing and having foal fun. Their favorite game was “chasies” which is basically tag without end. Somehow, Yellow always got stuck being it.
“Haf… haf… don wun fwom Yewwow! Haf… No am faiw!” Yellow squealed as he hopped along with his crooked leg. Opal, Green, and Blue ran circles around Yellow, causing him to starting biting his lip and his eyes to swell with tears. Brown was nursing on his mother, as he often did, and tried to ignore the noise. Purple couldn’t even comprehend noise.
“Babbehs! Gib Yewwow hewp! Yewwow am “speshul”!” Sky called to her foals. Daddy Ringo had called half of her babies “speshul”, and Ringo explained it meant they were different and didn’t work right. That made Sky sad, so she called them “speshul” to help them cope. The other foals looked sad that their easy game was over, and they all slowed down to a trot. Yellow limped his way over to Green and tapped him on the side.
“Gween… Gween am chasies now…” Yellow proclaimed before making his way to his mother’s teat. He plopped down next to Brown who jump and yelped in surprise.
“EEP! M-Munstah! Hewp mummah!” Brown cried, running into his mom’s leg for protection while pissing himself in fear. Sky wanted to help him right away but she was cradling Purple, and he was very special.
“Baww! Cum hewp Sky wif Puwple!” The mother cried to her mate. Ball had been quiet and sullen for the last week. At first he was awfully happy playing with the foals and helping them learn, but after a trip with Daddy Ringo all he did was lay in bed and stare intensely at the foals. Still, he got his sore muscles to pick him up and meader his way to his mate.
“Wat am wong wif Puwple? Why am babbeh dummeh babbeh?” Ball grumbled, taking him gently in his hooves. Sky gasped and all foal play stopped when they heard such an unusual word.
“Puwple no am dummeh! Puwple am pwettiest and smawtest babbeh of aww, Puwple am just speshul!” Sky corrected. Ball just grumbled down onto his rear while cradling Purple. Purple in turn started blankly at nothing and barely breathed through his mouth. The foals all looked at their parents in confusion.
“Mummah, wat am dummeh?” Opal asked. Sky stared death at Ball and turned back to her babies.
“Dummeh am bad wowd. Fwuffy Daddeh wasn smart an said bad word. Am dat wight Baww?” Ball grumbled and stared at the floor.
“Yes, dummeh am bad wowd. Don say dat wowd ow daddeh fwuffy wiww be bigges angwy eba.” Ball instructed. All the foals, with the exception of Brown and Purple, nodded in agreement and quickly went back to their previous activities. Sky scooped up the pissed-soaked Brown who peeped and chirped in fear.
“Dewe am nu munstahs hewe! Dis am safewoom Bwown babbeh! Yewwow jus waid down beside Bwown for bestes miwkies!” Sky told Brown, licking clean his wet body and using her leg fluffy to absorb the bad pee on the floor. Ball had come to her after his trip with Ringo and made it very clear to her that the foals couldn’t break any rules. Sky already knew that, but the fear on his face spoke to her. Most of the foals were good at using the litterbox, Purple being the worst. He would kind of grunt and stick his tongue out when he was about to poop, but they never knew when he was going to pee. They hadn’t needed to lick too many poopies.
Brown made the occasional accident, but Ball usually just tapped him on the head and he would bawl to his mother. Once Green had made bad poopies and Ball really tore into him. He knocked Green around a little, which was easy given his size, and made him lick the bad poopies once. Green cried and Ball took over and had to clean up Green’s mess.
“Mummah, why am it always dawkie times? Bwown wan wun an pway… Bwown hab heawt huwties…” Brown whined and softly cried. Sky rocked him back and forth.
“It am otay Bwowny babbeh! Aww babbehs am speshul, bu sum awe mowe speshul dan da west. Yewwow am speshul wike Bwown, and Puwple am speshul wike Yewwow.” Sky told Brown. It didn’t do much to help, but hearing his mom’s voice calmed him down. Ringo watched from a camera in the room and scowled. Ball was a mistake. He had taken Ball to the fluffy shelter’s pillow section and told him that is what happened to bad fluffies. That if the rule monster found out he would hurt his babies. Ever since then Ball had kept an eye on his foals at all times.
Ringo couldn’t catch any of them in the act, at least not enough on the shitty camera. He saw Brown get licked clean, but that wasn’t for sure. He was sure that someone had broken the rules, but it was always tucked away. Trust was important here, he couldn’t just torture them with no reason. Ringo thought about adding more and much more difficult rules when it happened. Green was chasing Opal and Blue in their stupid tag game when Blue fell on her face and suddenly started sobbing and shit herself. Bingo.
Blue was simply running from her tiny brother when she had stepped on a thumbtack. It wasn’t purposefully put there, the saferoom was just dirty with junk. It dug deep into her tender underdeveloped hooves and penetrated her bones. The sharp metal prong struck Blue’s nerves and shot fire up her leg and through her entire body. The natural fluffy response to pain is to shit, and that is what happened.
“MUMMAH! BWUE HABS WOWSEST HUWTIES!” Opal screamed. Green put his hooves on his head and cried while Blue continued wailing on the floor. Sky dropped Brown on her bed and he began to sob while Ball placed Purple next to him. Yellow limped after his parents that were going to help Blue.
Ball stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the line of projectile shit that came from Blue. He would have to clean it as soon as Blue was moved. Sky was about to scoop up the injured foal when the door slammed open, causing all fluffies to jump and just barely keep their bowels in check. Brown’s chirping was constant and Green and Blue’s sobs grew louder.
“Oh my goodness, I heard Blue cry! What happened?!” Ringo cried into the room. He almost skipped to the scene of the accident and had to scoot Ball with his foot out of the way.
“Oh dear, oh dear… Blue got hurt did she?” Ringo asked to no one in particular as he scooped her up in his hand. Everyone was quiet, as they usually were around Ringo, even Green had stopped sobbing so loudly. Brown was mildly peeping and Blue was comforted by the warmth of a big hand. Ringo gave her a once over and found the thumbtack. All he had to do was pluck it out and Blue was fixed, she just had a tender hoof.
“Does that feel better baby Blue?”
“Sniff… Yus daddeh, Bwue am bettew… Weggie stiww huwties, noseies huwties too, can Bwue hab huggies?” Blue asked, holding her front legs out for comfort. Ringo answered with a finger to her sore nose.
“Nuh uh Blue. Look there…” Ringo made a dramatic point to the shit on the floor. Ball looked down in shame and Sky looked equally as scared.
“Daddeh Wingo, Bwue am gud fwuffy, bu bigges huwties mak Bwue…” Ringo cut her off.
“A broken rule is a broken rule! A bad fluffy,” Ringo casted a stare over to Blue, who was sucking on her injured hoof and boo hooing, “is a bad fluffy! I am not in the business of exceptions, a rule is a rule. Ball, have you told the herd the punishment yet?” Ball bit his lip and tried not to cry. He looked all around and everyone, except the two useless foals, were staring at him.
“Daddeh! Bwue nu am bad! Puwple mad bad poopies, den Baww put Puwple in nestie!” Ball cried suddenly, throwing a hoof over to the comatose Purple. Sky gasped and stared in shock, unable to process the fact Ball would sell out his own special baby. Ringo tapped his chip and rubbed Blue’s head with his finger. He liked the idea of Blue having no legs, but the emotional shock of both Ball’s betrayal and the herd seeing his wrath would be good too. Ringo walked over to Sky and plopped Blue onto her back.
“Alright Ball, I trust my fluffies. Purple is the bad fluffy and he will get the punishment.” Ringo meandered over to Purple and scooped him up, waiting to see if Sky would scream or cry. She just stared at Ball with a stupid face. Ringo took the special baby and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
“WHA AM YU DO! WHA AM GONNA HAPPEN TU PUWPLE!” Sky hollered at Ball. Ball looked down and kicked the air.
“Nu can wet babbehs heaw.” Ball said, so the adults walked over to the corner of the room. The foals all made their way back to Brown, still babbling for help and comfort. Blue limped along slowly, partly because of shame and partly because of pain.
“Daddeh show Baww wots of fwuffies wiff nu weggies… Daddeh Wingo say dat ‘Dis is wha happens tu bad fwuffies!’ Ball was su scawdies, an Puwple neba uses his weggies… Bwue am nowmal babbeh, Puwple won eben know.” Ball explained to Sky. Sky was incredibly divided. On one hand, Ball was kinda right. Purple couldn’t walk or talk and could barely suckle. Sky loved him, but he would be a lot better off without legs than Blue. On the other hand, Ball had just sold out her baby. She loved Purple. Now he was going to get the worst hurts ever. Sky just trotted back to the beds and plopped down, letting the foals suckle and cuddle up to her in comfort.
Ringo plopped Purple down onto his work station. This moron was basically braindead, what fun could this be. Ringo took out a sewing needle and poked Purple in the side, drawing some blood. The normal foal reaction would be to scream and shout for hours, but Purple only skipped a breath. Whatever, at least it’ll be fast. All it took was laying Purple’s deformed legs out and a single swing from a cleaver to get the job done. Purple didn’t so much as twitch. Fuck, this thing wasn’t even alive. Ringo burnt his stumps to stop the breathing and took the foal back to the room.
“Here, this is what happens to bad fluffies who break the rules.” Ringo said as he dropped Purple onto a bed. Ball and Sky knew what to expect but it still rocked them. Ball scooped Purple up and began to cry and lick at Purple’s fur in remorse. Sky couldn’t even look, she just stared at the wall. The foals were quite surprised, but not nearly as sad. Purple never moved anyway, what was the big deal.
“Wook at Puwple weggies…”
“Wha weggies, dey am gone…”
“Bad fwuffies hab no weggies?! Gween am bestes fwuffie, pwomise!”
Yellow felt a strange connect with the Purple baby and buried his head into his mom’s leg. Brown whined about not being able to see the excitement and drank some more milk. Ringo clapped and all eyes were on him.
“Tomorrow there will be some new rules, and I want everyone to follow them! I am going to bring a new friend and if you don’t follow the rules you will be a bad fluffy!” Ringo said before closing the door to the saferoom. Sky and Ball remained in their beds for the rest of the day, staring and tending to Purple. Within the hour the foals were back to playing tag, being very cautious of the floor. Ringo had no idea what he just said, it just sounded like something that would be interesting. Ringo retreated back to his dungeon to scheme.