Snowflake's Babies - Part 03 - The Beach - By Hornlarry (Booru ID 40109)


*This story takes place after Snowflake’s babies parts 1 and 2, but before the events of Red Conan and the Snake Daddy part 2. I’ll post it in the correct order on my story links index.

It is part of the sprawling mess of insanity that people have started to call the Jellyverse. You could read it as a stand alone story though, as it introduces the characters a little bit again.*


On an early Autumn day, the sun was shining, and the air was unseasonably warm. Claire’s mom had promised a treat for Claire, Alice and their fluffies, before the season truly changed and it became to cold for the fluffies outside. So, they packed up a picnic, and all eight of their fluffies, and headed to the beach.

Claire had her crippled Unicorn fluffy, Snowflake, who had pearly white fluff and sapphire blue mane, but had lost an eye and a leg when a pack of feral’s attacked her, and her other back leg when her jealous sister had crushed it. Still, she looked adorably cute with her pirate style eye-patch, and wheel-leggies that Claire’s dad had bought for her. The fluffy was not as confident as she had been as a baby, but she knew that Claire loved her, which made everything ok.

Snowflake’s babies were there too, although they were not really her babies. Snowflake’s babies had died as they were born, as Snowflake had been too young a filly for them to properly grow inside her. As a result, she had adopted the babies from her selfish sister Jelly, who had been sent to a shelter, along with one of her litter, for hurting Snowflake so badly. Still, the babies had come to love Snowflake, and she loved them back, as if they were her own.

There was Nutella, whom Snowflake had named, after Jelly had rejected her. Nutella was a brown fluffy, with wings and a horn. For some reason, this scared the other fluffies, who called Nutella a “mustah” if they saw her horn, even though they were fine with Unicorns. Claire had discovered that the simple act of placing a cone shaped hat on top of Nutella’s head prevented the other fluffies from fearing her, which was especially important with Alice’s fluffies, who didn’t know Nutella so well.

Blueberry and Nana had been named by Jelly, because they were blue and yellow earthy fluffs, and looked like some of her favourite treaties. These two fluffies were very timid, and always did everything together, more like twins than brother and sister. Still, they were adorably cute, and nice to their mother and sister.

Strawberry was another matter. She was the spitting image of her mother, in both coloration and temperament. Bold, dominant, and occasionally mean to the other fluffies, Claire had even had to put her in a sorry box and bop her on the nose with a sorry stick, even though the “stick” was just a rolled up newspaper. Claire knew that the red fluffy would always be a bad one. Luckily for Strawberry, she was pretty, like her mother.

Alice’s fluffies were there too. There was Wendy, a golden yellow coloured fluffy with a green mane and tail, and Rebecca, an Orange fluffy with a green mane and tail. They were sisters, and Alice had kept them since they were just weaned. Then, there was Humphrey, a kind but dim fluffy that Alice had adopted, when she found him, wandering and alone in her back garden, as a foal. Humphrey had a green coat of fluff and a brown mane and tail. He wasn’t pretty like the other fluffies, but was very gentle and patient with the other fluffies, even letting the babies jump all over him when they were younger.

But now, Snowflake’s babies were nearly grown up.


“Are we nearly there yet?” the seven year old Alice asked Claire’s mom again, impatiently.

“Not quite,” Claire’s mom said, once again.

Claire was sat in the front seat of the car, with Snowflake sat on her lap, on top of an old towel. Travelling in the “Vroom munstah” always made Snowflake car-sick, and Claire was worried she might throw up again. This left Alice in the back of the car with seven excited fluffies, who were jumping around all over the place and generally getting up to no good. This had delighted Alice at first, but now Claire thought she was probably fed up with it.

“The last sign said 6 more miles,” Claire told her, “So we’re nearly there!”

“Mummah!” said one of Alice’s fluffies, “Webecca need make poopies again!”

“Oh you can’t need to go again!” Alice scolded her, as if she were telling off a bad teddy, like only a seven year old can. “You only just went!”

“But mummah! Webecca need make poopies WEAWY BADWY… Nu wan make bad poopies on vwoom munstah’s back!”

Claire’s mother sighed, and pulled over when she was able to. Claire and her sister took it in turns to make sure all of the fluffies had pooped properly, as they didn’t want any “accidents” in the car later on. It took a while, with eight fluffies to look after, but soon they were back on the road.


The day was beautiful, with the warm autumn sunshine beating down on them. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool, and sometimes made Claire shiver. The sky and sea were differing shades of sapphire blue, and the beach was warm and sandy, with barely a pebble in sight. The humans all wore swimsuits, but Claire and Alice wrapped towels around their shoulders when the wind was up.

The fluffies were allowed to run free on the beach, as there were very few other people, and there were no dogs running around. Claire’s mom told them that they must not under any circumstances run off on their own, or they would go into a sorry box for the rest of the day. The fluffies promised and mainly ran around in circles, chasing each other and giggling with glee.

All except for Snowflake that was. The poor crippled fluffy found that her wheel-leggies sank deep into the sand, and couldn’t grip it well enough to turn around. She simply couldn’t get around like she could on a carpet, lino or concrete floor, and this made her really sad.

“Snowfwake wan wun an pway!” the fluffy wailed, looking at her wheel-leggies and crying, “Huuu huu huu… Snowfwake am stoopid cwippew fwuffy… can nu wun or pway wiv babbehs… huu huu huuu…”

Claire gently picked her up and took her wheel leggies off.

“You can play with them Snowflake, but you won’t be able to run. Me and Alice will help you.”

Alice was already busy with the other fluffies. They had brought buckets and spades with them, and Alice was teaching the fluffies how to make sandcastles. The fluffies were incapable of using the spades of course, but could fill a castle shaped bucket with sand, and ask Alice to put the castle down where they wanted it. They also helped her make walls of sand, and Claire and her mom helped too, and they spent most of the morning building the castle. Eventually, they had a sprawling maze of a castle, the biggest Claire or Alice had ever seen. The fluffies started to patrol the walls, playing a game called Monsters and Princesses, which was a game Alice’s fluffies used to play a lot at home.

“Wendy am da pwincess, cos Wendy am da pwettiest fwuffy!” Wendy declared, shaking her green and golden fluff in the sunshine proudly.

“Nu! Stwawbewwy am da pwettiest fwuffy! Stwawbewwy am da bestest! Stwawbewwy am Pwincess!” the red fluffy demanded. Even though she was just over half the size of the fully grown Wendy, Strawberry yelled loudly enough to dominate the group.

“You can both be princesses,” Claire said, acting as a peacemaker.

“Hmmph!” replied Strawberry, running off into the fluffy size labyrinthe. It was so cute that the fluffies could not see over the walls, whilst the humans could see everything.

“Webecca am da MUNSTAH!” cried Rebecca, playing her favourite role, “Webecca wiww NUM aww da fwuffies! If dey get catched by da Webecca Munstah!” She ran around, trying to chase the other fluffies. Nana and Blueberry ran off, seeming a bit afraid that Rebecca really was some kind of monster, but then Humphrey arrived.

“Nevew feaw wittew babbehs!” he yelled, as the yellow and blue fluffs ran past him, “Siw Humphwey am hewe! To sabe aww da fwuffies! An stop da munstah!”

Humphrey and Rebecca squared off against one another, with Rebecca growling and pretending to be evil, while Humphrey kept up his knightly act, promising to protect them all. Then, they charged at each other, like jousting knights.

“Oooofff!” cried Humphrey, as Rebecca knocked him off his feet, winding him, and growling, pretending to num him as he lay on his back, wriggling and trying to escape.

“Hewp! Hewp!” he cried, “Sabe siw Humphwee! Humphwee am being NUMMED!”

Poor Nana and Blueberry were hiding, scared that Rebecca was really a horrid num-munstah. Alice thought it was so hilarious that she had fallen over giggling to herself, demolishing part of the castle walls. Claire watched, smiling, but noticed that Strawberry was sitting on her own, looking grouchy and mumbling things to herself. Snowflake was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, Princess Wendy stood on top of a mound of sand, begging the fluffies to save her.

Suddenly, Nutella appeared, and charged at Rebecca, lowering her hat covered horn like a lance. She rammed into Rebecca, knocking her off her feet and freeing Sir Humphrey. At first, the other fluffies cheered, but then they noticed that Rebecca was crying.

“Huuu huuu huuu… Webecca have wowstest owwies… Meanie Nutewwa huwt Webecca wiv spiky hat fing… huu huu…”

Alice and Claire checked on the munstah fluffy, and realised that she was actually ok. Fluffies were just very fragile, and basically big babies. Alice decided that the castle was big enough to play “hide and seekies” so she told the fluffies to go and hide somewhere, while she counted to fifty with her eyes closed. Claire decided to sit this one out, and went back to find Snowflake and her mom, who was laying on a blanket in her bikini, trying to top up her suntan.

“Mom, where is Snowflake?” she asked.

“Oh, she’s just here honey, by the cooler,” her mom told her.

Claire looked down at the sad little fluffy. Snowflake looked up at her, moving slowly, and looking so sad that Claire wished hugs really did fix everything.

“What’s the matter Snowflake?” Claire asked her, tickling her under her chin.

“Snowfwake nu am pwetty nu mowe… can neva be pwincess fwuffy wike Stwawbewwy ow Wendy… Snowfwake am ugwee fwuffy…”

“Awww no, you’re not ugly, you’re beautiful! You’re just a pirate fluffy now!” Claire said, trying desperately to cheer her up.

“Nuuu… Snowfwake nu am weawy piwate fwuffy… Mummah-Cwaire jus say dat to make Snowfwake feew bettew… huu huu huu…”

Claire looked at the weeping fluffy and felt awful. She still blamed herself for what had happened to Snowflake, even though it was other fluffies that had hurt her so badly.

“I love you Snowflake, and I always will… I promise.”

Snowflake looked back up at her.

“But Snowfwake nu can have speciaw fwiend… nu fwuffy wiww eva wuv Snowfwake… nu can hav nice speciaw huggies… an nu can hav babbehs anyway, cos insides got huwtied too… huu huu huu… huu huu huu…”

“You’re a really good mother to your babies though,” said Claire’s mom, interjecting, and trying to cheer up the pitiful fluffy, “they really love you. You’ve been good to them. I’m sorry you can’t have any more babies, but your babies are beautiful and happy, and its all down to you.”

Snowflake turned to face Claire’s mom, and cried some more, “Dem is nu weawy Snowfwake-Babbehs… dem weawy is Jewwy-babbehs… Snowfwake’s babbehs is aww fowevew sweepies… huuu huu huu… huu huu huu…”

“But they are your babies now!” Claire said, growing increasingly worried that nothing would help to make Snowflake feel better.

“But nu fow wong…” Snowflake said, “Da Mummah-Cwaire mummah say da babbehs need nyu mummahs, and nyu daddahs soon, cos dey fuwwy gwown naow. An dat mean… Snowfwake wiww be aww awone… huu huu… Snowfwake wiww be mummah nu mowe…”

Claire didn’t know what to say. It was true that her babies were nearly fully grown, and this meant that they needed new homes. Her father simply wouldn’t tolerate having five fluffies in the house. Claire sometimes wondered if he liked fluffies at all.

“I’m sorry Snowflake,” Claire’s mother said, “But they are nearly adult fluffies now, they can’t stay forever. But we will make sure they go to good homes. And they can visit you sometimes, if we know the owners. Some of Alice’s friends might adopt them.”

But Snowflake just cried and cried and cried.


Later, the girls played a different game with the fluffies. Finding a pool of water that was slowly trickling down towards the sea, they diverted the water by digging channels, like little canals in the sand, and made a moat around the castle. They even managed to make an arch, by placing slightly damp sand around a round bucket, then slowly removing it. They just about had time to send a trickle of water underneath the “bridge” before Humphrey destroyed it, trying to climb over the “river” and ending up covered in wet sand and sea water. Still, the fluffies loved the water, unless it got on their fluff, in which case they called it “bad wawa”.

“Wook! mummah Cwaire! Dewe is wittew mini-fishies in da wawa!” said Nana, staring at the moat.

Sure enough, there were little fishes in the water. The girls and the fluffies watched as dozens and dozens of them swam their way back into the sea, back into the freedom of the Pacific. Claire wondered what would have happened to the fishes if they hadn’t dug the channels, and their pool had evaporated. It was strange to have such power over life and death. Alice and the fluffies just giggled.

Later, the tired fluffies sat in a circle, and Alice told them stories. They were mostly fairy tails, and the occasional Disney movie. Her fluffies had heard them all before, and would ask for their favourites. The stories were all new to Claire’s fluffies though, and they sat and listened for a long time.

“Later on, when we get home, we can make a Youtube video!” Alice told them, “All about fluffy story time!”

The fluffies all thought this was a great idea, although Claire’s fluffies had no idea what “Choo Choob” actually was.


Claire left Alice to play with the fluffies for a while, and lay down in the sun next to her mother, enjoying the last warmth of the year. Autumn was a strange time, and with school starting again, it was a time of endings, and of new beginnings. Claire realised that she was feeling sad, the fluffies were growing up so fast, and needed to go to new homes soon, but Claire didn’t have the heart to break it to them. Claire thought about asking her mother, one more time, if she could keep them, but she realised it was no good.

Worse still, Snowflake had kept the secret from them as well. Claire realised this was part of growing up, having to protect others from the harsh truths of life, like the impermanence of childhood, and the reality of death. Claire reached out to Snowflake to give her a stroke. The poor fluffy was barely three months old, and already had grown up more than any fluffy ever should.

Snowflake looked up at Claire, begging dolefully with her single sad eye, “Mummah Cwaire?” she asked.

“Yes Snowflake?” Claire responded, stroking the fluffy’s beautiful blue mane to comfort her.

“Can Snowfwake keep one wastest babbeh? Fow huggies? an wuv? Snowfwake wiww hav wowstest heawt huwties if aww da babbehs have to go 'way. Can Snowfwake jus keep Nutewwa? Pwease?”

Claire’s heart jumped in her chest. Snowflake looked so miserable at the prospect of being alone. She had raised Jelly’s babies as her own, after her babies had all arrived still-born. Surely her mom would understand? Surely she would let Snowflake keep the little brown Alicorn?

Her mother seemed to read her mind, and spoke: “Well, I guess we could keep one baby, but only Nutella. The others still need to go to new homes.”

Snowflake’s smile melted Claire’s insides, as her misery suddenly turned to joy, “Weawy? Snowfwake can keep Nutewwa babbeh? Weawy?” she asked.

“Yes,” was her mother’s simple reply.

“Snowfwake wuv da Cwaire-mummah! Da Cwaire-mummah am da bestest! Snowfwake wiww awways be gud fwuffy! Giv huggies and wuv!”

“That’s good Snowflake,” Claire’s mom said, stroking Snowflake’s white and blue fluff. Claire joined her and started giving her scratchies, which she really loved. Soon, Snowflake was laying on her back while they rubbed and tickled her belly. Eventually she was giggling and rolling around in the sand, all sadness turned to joy now that she would have Nutella as her lifelong companion.

Claire knew she would have to tell the other fluffies soon though.


The tide was coming in, washing away the games they had played all day long. Claire watched as the waves kept on coming, washing away the sandcastles, washing away the day. The waves were washing away her childhood too, Claire knew. Looking at her cousin, Claire realised she wasn’t a child any more, just a very young adult. Nothing could return those wonderful years to her, just as nothing and no-one could bring Abigail back to life. The wonderful, wonderful dog that she had been.

Even the fluffies were reaching the end of their childhood. Seeing creatures being born and growing so quickly made Claire realise even more about the fragility and impermanence of life. Suddenly, Claire wished that she could turn back the clock, to go back to the kind of blissful ignorance that Alice was experiencing, playing with the fluffies, without a care in the world. But it was not possible.

Claire stroked Snowflake again. The poor fluffy had suffered more in her short life than any creature deserved to. She wondered if Jelly was happy in her new home, or if she was still a mean and selfish mare. She wondered if the other fluffies would be happy in their new homes? Claire realised she would never know, but she promised herself she would always take good care of Snowflake, and Nutella.

Tomorrow, Claire thought to herself. I’ll tell them tomorrow.


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Does this story take place before or after Alice’s fluffies get reset?

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This would be after the reset

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Ah okay. Since Alice noted that her fluffies talked and acted “funny” after the reset, I thought that they had partially derped for some reason. Glad that they can still behave and act like standard fluffies.

So good…