“Nee diapie daddeh” Slowpoke grunted as he heard his daddy enter, a request which was ignored as daddy went straight up to his room. Slowpoke sat alone on his dirty bed with his shit filled diaper weighing heavily. Tears rolled down his fat cheeks.
Speedy was the fastest, bestest runny fluffy. His own mummah had said so! Daddy had been so happy to adopt him. He said he wanted the best runny fluffy for ‘waces’. Speedy trained for waces every day. His saferoom had little tracks painted on the floor and even a special fluffy treadmil to help him become the best at runnies ever.
For a while, Speedy had a good life. Every race he won made daddy ‘monies’ which made him happy and he would reward Speedy with sketties and toysies. However, no amount of training could change the fact that fluffies are fragile by design. Hasbio themselves advised against fluffy racing as fluffies were not made for rigerous training and exercise, but nonetheless it grew its own fanbase and people set their fluffies up as raceing fluffs.
One fateful day, when little Speedy was competing in a race, he took a huge leap towards the finishing line. So huge infact, the impact shattered his fragile leggie bones, made even weaker through the exessive training, completely obliterating them.
Daddy was not happy. Speedy had lost the race, failing to earn daddy any monies. Worst of all he had destroyed his leggies. A trip to the vet ended in full amputation, and Speedys life changed forever.
Daddy gave him a new name now, as Speedy didnt make much sense for an immobile pillowfluff. Slowpoke was much better fitting, daddy had decided. Gone were the the celebratory sketty dinners, now all Slowpoke had was yucky Nutrikibble mush, which despite being healthier didnt stop him from growing obese due to his sedetary lifestyle. Due to the self inflicted nature of his injuries, the vet recommended a ‘dummeh helmet’ a large padded helmet to protect Slowpoke from himself.
Slowpoke hated being a no leggie dummeh. He hated his big ugly helmet, which pushes the fat down over his eyes and leaves him unable to see. He hates having to wear a diaper and sit in his own waste all day. He does nothing but num the yucky mush, which tastes vile but is the only thing he can do.
“Wan die” he mutters to himself.
“No” his daddy says, prolonging his suffering.
