Snowflake's Babies - Part 02 - Wheel Weggies! - Story by Hornlarry with Art by Orangecyoa (Booru ID 39096)

Claire had learned some hard lessons about raising fluffies. People who were cruel to them turned them into a terrified and miserable mess, but people who were too kind to them turned them into spoiled smarty brats. Claire was determined not to make the same mistakes this time.

She spent the weekend reading everything she could about fluffies, all the time keeping half a watchful eye on the little creatures. One thing the books and articles all agreed on was that fluffies would behave very differently when their human mummahs or daddahs were around. Several suggested installing cameras, which came with phone apps to check on them during the day. Claire found a relatively cheap camera online, and persuaded her mom to order it for her. With next day delivery, she would have it set up in time for Monday morning.

She also read about fluffy trauma, particularly leg-loss trauma. Most of the articles were about Pillowfluffs, a horrible thing where people chopped all the legs off of bad fluffies! Claire nearly started crying when she read that. How could anyone be so cruel? Even the worst fluffy wouldn’t deserve that she thought. Eventually she found articles about fluffies that had lost legs, often from a cat or dog mauling them, or a young child playing too rough. The articles also discussed what to do when fluffies had lost limbs fighting other fluffies. They all agreed that violent fluffies needed to be separated from each other, permanently if it continued. Claire felt a little better about sending Jelly to the shelter, but still worried if Jelly was ok. Claire still loved Jelly, even though she had hurt Snowflake so badly.

Then, she found something amazing. It was an advert for Fluffy Wheels! They were a back leg replacement for half crippled fluffies that had lost their back legs. She immediately went to show Snowflake.

“Snowflake!” Claire called out to the mummah fluffy, “Look at this on my laptop!”

Snowflake slowly looked up at Claire with her one remaining eye. She looked so doleful, but with her little eyepatch on, she was like an adorably cute but miserable pirate fluffy. Claire had to stop herself from laughing, and tickled Snowflake’s tummy to cheer her up. Nutella and Nana were cuddling their mummah, and their brother and sister were playing with blockies and talking to each other.

“Wat Claire wan show Snowfwake?” the fluffy asked, with a weary voice. Claire often felt that the only reason the fluffy went on living was for the babies’ sake.

“Look at this Snowflake! Its wheels to replace your missing leggies!”

“Wepwace weggies?” Snowflake asked, sounding confused. Claire tilted the laptop screen so the fluffy could see it and pressed play.

“Do YOU have a fluffy with no back legs? Are they sad? Well, be sad no more with WHEEL-WEGGIES!” a man was saying.

“Fwuffy used to hav weggies,” an adorable pink rainbow maned pegasus was saying, “Den had haxidunt wiv… industwiaw meat gwindew… an weggies was gone… huuu huu huu…”

The scene changed.

“But naow fwuffy am happy. Fwuffy hav NYU weggies. Fwuffy hav WHEEW-WEGGIES!”

The scene cuts to scenes of the pink rainbow pegasus chasing her brothers and sisters around, laughing with glee, as two young girls cheer and clap.

“Fwuffy WUV Wheew-Weggies!” the fluffy squeaks with joy, beaming at the camera.

“Show them what you can do with your Wheel-Weggies little fluffy!” the man says, off camera.

“Fwuffy can wun! Wheeeeeee! Fwuffy can Pway! Yaaaaaaaay! Fwuffy can give huggies wiv fwunt weggies, wiv out faww ova.”

“But that’s not all!” the man explains. “Show them what else you can do!”

“Fwuffy can make gud poopies in da wittabox again!” the fluffy says, with obvious pride.

“Beep beep, fwuffy am wevewsing, beep beep, fwuffy am wevewsing…” the fluffy says, before making good poopies in the litterbox, to the cheers of the little girls and other fluffies.

“Nu mowe askin daddah evewy tiem need poopies. Nu mowe stingy poopie wipes.”

“But that’s not all, show them what else you can do!”

“Fwuffy can pway wiv Baww! Fwuffy wuv Baww! Dis am happiest day of fwuffies wife!” The fluffy says, smiling so hard that her teeth might fall out, and crying tears of joy so pure they would melt the coldest of human hearts.

“So, get your Wheel-Weggies now! Only $94.85 plus shipping and handling.”

“Wheel-weggies-are-trademark-of-fluffy-prosthetics-incorporated.Fluffy-prosthetics-incorporated-takes-no-responsibility-for-any-fo-the-following-common-side-effects-including-leg-stump-sores-run-over-babies-human-tripping-accidents-fluffies-running-out-into-traffic-Ben-Hur-style-fluffy-chariot-racing-accidents-run-over-toes-litterbox-quagmires-or-fluffies-rolling-down-hills-never-to-be-seen-again.”

“Yes, get your Wheel-Weggies now! Only $94.85, available at all good fluffy stores and other department stores, or online for only $94.85 plus shipping and handling.”

“NEW Wheel-weggies come with go faster stripes! and glow in the dark wheels!”

“Fwuffy am WACE-CAR-DWIVEW!”

“Be careful little fluffy!”

“Yes, just $94.85 plus shipping and handling!”

“Daddah, can fwuffy have speciaw huggies naow?”

The advert ended.

Snowflake was staring at the screen, jaw to the floor in awe. It took her some time to speak.

“Mum-mummah Cwaire?” she asked.

“Yes Snowflake?”

“Can Snowfwake hav Wheew-weggies?”

“YES! Yes you CAN Snowflake!” Claire told her. Then she picked up Snowflake and gave her cuddles and kissies and bestest belly rubbies, and the babies all danced for joy.

“Snowfwake WUV Mummah-Cwaire! Mummah-Cwaire am da bestest mummah EVEW!”


Claire’s father was pissed off.

Things were going badly at work, his sister’s marriage was probably going to end in divorce, and his soon to be teenage daughter had become a fluffy owner. Over the last 3 months, there had been gang-rape, babies, dead babies, maimings, and more shit on the carpet than he ever wanted to think about. He had seen tears, rage, and had done things that… that he never wanted to think about again. And now Claire was buying fluffy accessories on the internet, or rather seeing them, promising them to the fluffies, and then pulling her “PLEEEEASE DADDY!” routine.

Even worse, if he did say no, it wouldn’t just be Claire that would cry. It would be a two-legged one-eyed fluffy and four adopted babies, who’s real mother had been sent to a shelter for crippling her sister. Claire’s father knew he couldn’t cope with that much crying.

Sometimes he hated the fluffies. Sometimes, when the little shit-rats cried, he just wanted to stomp on them, and keep stomping on them until there was nothing left but… but no, he couldn’t do that. Claire and his wife would know he was a monster then. Whenever those bad thoughts came into his mind, he tried to squash them down into a secret black place, deep inside. But whenever he did that, he remembered the trapped feral fluffy in his tool-shed, begging for mercy as he chopped off legs and special lumps. He shivered.

The only thing for it was to pay for it on the credit card. Wheel-leggies and a Fluffy-camera. They should go well with the special baby food, the special baby milk, the special baby blockies, the special baby FLAME-THROWER… well, that one was just his imagination. He was still paying off vets bills from the feral attack and the pregnancies. Then there were jabs, flea collars, grooming. Fucking grooming cost a bunch of money.

Claire’s father decided he needed another job to pay for it all. And another life. And another family.


The next day, the package arrived from the Amazon delivery man. The fluffies gathered round and watched excitedly as Claire opened up the package. The babies were practically pissing themselves with excitement, but Claire had learned about fluffy accidents and had made them all use the litterbox beforehand. Snowflake on the other hand had a look of nervous trepidation on her face, not knowing if she would feel happy or sad.

Claire opened the box, took out the wheels and held them up. They had a metal frame, and had glow in the dark racing lightning bolts on them. There was a soft plastic strap, and a soft gel seat, with holes for leg stumps to go through. Snowflake sat very still while Claire gently fitted the wheels to her rear. Then, she adjusted it to the right height for the nearly fully grown Snowflake, and watched.

Snowflake took a few tentative steps, then looked up at Claire and cried with joy.

“Snowfwake can… wawk again… wiv, wheew-weggies!”

The babies all cheered, and Claire felt herself tearing up. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Snowflake so happy, or if she’d ever been this happy herself.

In no time at all, Snowflake was running around after her babies. She did have a couple of tumbles, and got trapped on objects occasionally, but she was so happy that she didn’t seem to mind. Claire helped her to right herself when she tipped over, but mainly just watch the fluffies all running and playing.

“WHEEW-WEGGIES! YAY!”

“Mummah! Chase Nana!”

“Mummah can pway hide and peepies naow” said Nutella.

The fluffies played until long past their bedtime, and Claire fell to sleep feeling very happy indeed.


The next morning, Claire had to go to school, so she set up the camera and installed the app on her phone. She told the babies what the camera was, and how it could let her see them, even when she was at school. The fluffies did not understand, so she told them it was a bit like FluffTV. After several “Weawy? Fwuffy am be on Fwuff TeeBee?” she finally got them to undertand that it was a bit like fluffTV, but that only she would be watching. The fluffies told her they would be good, and so good in fact that everyone would want to watch them.

Claire told them again that it was all about making sure they were good fluffies to each other, and that if anyone gave anyone else sorry hoofies or sorry poopies, that she would know about it, and that they would get a sorry sticking. The babies started to cry at this, so Claire picked each of them up, and cuddled them in turn, and said that so long as they were good, there would be no sorry sticking. “So long as you are GOOD.” They all promised.

Checking her phone, Claire watched the fluffies on the school bus, and even spoke to them with the microphone. For a moment, they thought she was in the room with them somehow, but Snowflake told them it was just like FluffTV. Claire watched them playing with their mummah, and thought things would finally start to be OK.


Strawberry knew she was the bestest babbeh. She was the biggest, the oldest, the prettiest and the smartiest. She loved Blueberry, even though he wasn’t a pretty colour like her. She loved Nana, even though she was a dummeh. She kind of loved Snowflake, who gave her hugs and milk and love, but only because her REAL mummah was not there. She loved mummah-Claire, but still thought she was a meanie for sending Jelly away.

She hated the poopie-Munstah baby. It was a munstah! It was growing a HORN. Wingy Horny babies were all munstahs, and should be stomped by the biggest smarty in the herd. Jelly knew she was too small to stomp anyone yet though. Why didn’t mummah Claire and the others do anything about the Poopie-Mustah baby Poo-tella? Once, when Strawberry had told mummah-Claire about Pootella, Mummah Claire had told Strawberry never to call her sister that ever again and given her spankies! It really hurt, and Strawberry had cried for two hours, until she had forgotten what she was crying about, but then she remembered.

The other fluffies had been afraid of the munstah baby too for a bit, but Snowflake said she loved her anyway, even if she was a munstah. The Mummah Claire had said that Pootella (who she insisted on calling Nutella) was NOT a munstah, but a very rare and special type of fluffy called an AWICOWN. Strawberry knew that the Awicown would grown up and num them all.

Today though, Strawberry was exploring. Exploring was her favourite game. All the best herd leaders on FluffTV were really smart, and would lead their herds to find nummies, by exploring. Mummah-Claire’s mummah and daddah had said something about too many peenut emanems making Jelly go bad. But Snowflake had begged for peenut emanems, and Mummah Claire had said no. Snowflake had cried for a bit, but mummah-Claire still said no. Strawberry had never tasted a peenut emanem, but now that she was growing teefies, and starting to eat kibble, she decided she had to find some of these magical nummies, in the Kit-Chen woom.

Earlier the night before, when the others had been playing with Snowflakes new weggies, Strawberry had dragged one of of Claire’s “SOX”, that she wore on her not-hoofies, and left it by the Bed-woom daww. When Claire had left for her Scoowew weawn fings place, the SOX had jammed in the daww. Strawberry knew that if she pulled the SOX hard enough, the daww would open. But she was not strong enough on her own.

Waiting until her mummah was asleep, she told her brother and sisters that they were playing another exploring game. They knew she was the smarty and did what she told them to in games, except for Pootella, who mainly did her own thing, or stayed behind to “Hewp mummah” she only did that because she wanted to be the bestest babbeh, but she never could be because Strawberry was the bestest.

So, Blueberry and Nana followed Strawberry to the SOX. Taking one end in their jaws, the baby fluffies heaved, and heaved, and HEAVED, until the daww came open! Then they went into the Kit-Chen woom…


“Hewwow?” the outside fluffy was saying, through the little daww at the bottom of the big hoomin daww. “Fwuffies?”

“HU DAT?” said Strawberry, hoping she sounded big and strong.

“Fwuffy nu hav name, but fwuffy am cawwed Bwue, dat wat fwuffy speciaw fwiend an babbehs caww fwuffy.”

Strawberry was suspicious. Mummah Claire and Mummah-Snowflake had said that other fluffies, especially outside fluffies, were dangerous, and not to be trusted. Her brother and sister were too scared to talk, but Strawberry was not scared, she was a Smarty. While they huddled together on the cold kit-chen floor, Strawberry bravely talked to the outside fluffy.

“Bwue? Dat am nice namey. Fwuffy hav bwuddah cawwed Bwue-Bewwy.”

“Dat am nice name!” said Blue. “Can fwuffy come inside?”

“Nu, dis am smarty howse, Bwue nu awwowed inside,” Strawberry said, puffing out her cheeks to sound extra tough.

“But…” Blue said, pushing the little daww hard, unable to open it, “How fwuffies get to Sketty Wand wivout come outside?”

“Sketty wand? What am sketty wand?” Strawberry asked. She knew what sketties were. Mummah Claire had made them for mummah-Snowflake, and had let the babies lick the sauce off of her fingers one time. It had been delicious! Mummah Claire had promised they could all have sketties when they were old enough to eat it properly.

“Oh! Fwuffy am nu heawd of Sketty-Wand?” Blue asked, sounding amazed, “Sketty wand am magic wand of Sketties. Dewe am nu huwties, nu munstahs, nu sowwy stick, nu meanie hoomins… an Sketties. Wots and Wots of Sketties. Dewe awe Mountains made out of sketties dewe. Fwuffy nu know what mountains am, but dey BIG.”

Strawberry was amazed, a land made out of Sketties? with nu hurties? or munstahs? or meanie hoomins?

“What about heawt huwties. Dey am da wowstest kind” she asked the outside fluffy.

“Dewe awe nu heawt huwties in Sketty-Wand, fwuffie dat go dewe neva have heawt huwties eva again,” the Blue fluffy said, dreamily, “an even owd heawt huwties wiw wun way, fowevew…”

“Heawt huwties wun way fowevew?” Strawberry asked, pining for this wonderful sketty land, but there was one more thing she needed, “Wat about mummahs? Some babbehs hav wost dewe mummahs, do dey get nyu mummahs?”

“Nu,” said Blue through the little door, making Strawberry’s heart sink, “Fwuffies dat has wost dewe mummahs wiw find dewe OWD mummahs waiting dewe fow dem! To giv dem wub and hugs and miwkies and songies! Fowevew!”

Strawberry started to weep. She had to get to Sketty Land.



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Does anyone know who the artist is that posted this pic? Its Booru ID was 45644 but I didn’t have the artists name saved so I can’t remember who it was. It was someone that drew it ages after I posted the story and it was a total surprise to me that they drew it. Thanks Anon artist, thanks very much for this lovely picture of one of my most hugbox stories

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After this story, I start telling the story of Alice’s Fluffies, for about 5 chapters (with cameos from Claire and her fluffies if I recall correctly), then its a few one offs, then its the Psychopathy series.

Red Conan and the Snake Daddy will return though

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Skettywand… ohno

it’s always sunny music plays

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At this point, one could only wish.

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For a moment I thought Strawberry would be leading the group to the toolshed. Actually, that the dad has been tormenting and mutilating the fluffy inside for a while now, how has nobody noticed the screams the fluffy would make? I guess the toolshed could be soundproofed, but I’d also think somebody else would try checking the place out at some point. If he keeps on trying to push down his anger towards fluffies, it’ll probably erupt in an unintended way in fron of family.

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Aw fuck Strawberry gonna cause trouble again.

And Claire’s dad attitude is damn disturbing “a new family” this guy going nuts due to himself a bastard monster.

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I meant to imply that Claire’s dad had already killed that fluffy. His memories are of how he tormented it until it died, rather than an ongoing thing.

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Remember, this story is taking place around the same time as the Snake Daddy is getting the Skettiland fluffy cult going…

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Thanks for clarifying. The dad is pretty lucky that nobody suspects him or was around while he was torturing the fluffy. Also great to see some new stories coming from you that are FC originals!

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It’s Orangecyoa.

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