The next morning was the first day of FluffyCon. Claire bathed, blow-dried and combed all the fluffies, including Strawberry, although she was not very gentle with her. Strawberry didn’t cry or apologise, but didn’t shout or poop either. She seemed to have a kind of subdued but beligerent silence, which suited Claire at this point in time.
Later, Alice’s mom came by with Alice, who was upset because her mom was only letting her bring one fluffy to the convention. Apparently, her mom was worried that Alice might lose one of them, or that they might get trodden on, as three adult fluffies were too difficult for a seven year old to handle and carry on their own, and Claire and her mom would be busy enough with the five fluffies they were taking. Alice had clearly been crying, but had eventually settled on taking Humphrey, her green fluffy with a brown mane, who had been a wandering feral in her back yard before she rescued him. Now, Alice seemed to have a similar subdued silence to Strawberry.
Humphrey, on the other hand, was tremendously excited.
“Hewwow mummah-Cwaire! Hewwow mummah-Cwaire-mummah! Hewwow Snowfwake an Snowfwake babbeh-fwuffies! Humpfwee am COWBOY. Gonna hewd up aww da wiwd fwuffies! Gonna woam da pwawie, and captcha dem wiv da wassoe!”
Claire laughed when she saw how enthusiastic he was. There was something about the innocent happiness of fluffies that could always lift her heart. The other fluffies felt it too, and started playing with him as she continued to get ready. Humphrey was always so gentle with the babies. She turned to Alice, to ask her how she was.
“Mom and dad are arguing again,” Alice told her.
“About Steven?” Claire asked.
“Yeah, he’s in trouble at his boarding school again,” Alice said, looking really sad.
“Awww, don’t worry Alice, we’re going to FluffyCon today! Its gonna be great!”
Claire managed to cheer up Alice, just as Alice’s fluffy had managed to cheer up hers. Even Strawberry forgot her anger for a moment, and was running and playing with the other fluffies. Snowflake joined in too, racing along with her wheel-leggies.
The FluffyCon was enormous!
It was held in a massive convention hall, in the grounds of the largest hotel in Vancouver. People had flown from all over the US, Canada, and other parts of the world, just to be here, and had brought the most amazing fluffies with them.
Everywhere there were stands and exhibits. Every fluffy breeder, store, and company was here. The FluffyWorld store had massive glass walled pens, full of baby fluffies, who stampeded over to meet Alice, Claire and their fluffies, calling out to them in a cacophony of “Be nyu mummah! Nyu mummah! Pwease be nyu mummah!” Claire was carrying her big baby fluffies in a carrier, and her mom was holding Snowflake. Alice was carrying Humphrey, and nearly dropped him into the herd of fluffy foals in her eagerness to be cuddled by them all.
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“Ahh! please, no adult fluffies in the foal pen madam!” a keen eyed attendent told her, as Humphrey was surrounded.
“Hewwow babbehs! Humpfwee wuv babbehs!” he said, as the attendent scooped him out quickly and gave him back to Alice.
“Can I interest you ladies in a new foal or two? I see you have several already.”
“No thanks,” Claire’s mom told him, we’re selling today, not buying."
The convention just went on and on, stretching off into the distance. There was a fluffy day-care pen, with blocks and balls and all kinds of fluffy toys. Most of the fluffies were playing happily, but some were crying and covered in poop. Claire was glad she wasn’t leaving her fluffies with them. Next to that was a fluffy ferris wheel, with pegasus fluffies wide eyed and open mouthed with joy at “flying” all of twenty feet up in the air.
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Beyond that, there was a spaghetti stand, serving fluffy-sized bowls of spaghetti. The squeaks and squeals of excitement reached a fever pitch as the smell of the spaghetti reached nearby fluffies, including their own. Claire and Alice promised the fluffies could have spaghetti for lunch, which seemed to keep them happy.
After that, Alice and Claire rode on a fluffy train, just big enough for fluffies and children, although Claire could barely fit in the seat. It took them further into the convention hall, past other stands and exhibits. Claire saw white unicorns with rainbow manes, fluffies with mowhawks and fluffies in costumes. She saw clowns juggling pegasus fluffies who were giggling with glee. She saw FluffTV, and regular TV, reporting on the event. Eventually they came to the amateur breeders section, where they had registered a small stand, to show off their own fluffies. Nearby, were the fluffy competions with rare breeds of fluffy, and dancing competitions.
Claire’s mom met them there with Snowflake. They had a small raised table, with an edge just big enough that fluffies wouldn’t fall off by accident. Carefully, Claire put the carrybox down on the table, and opened the door, letting Snowflake’s babies out on to the table.
“Is dis whewe da nyu mummahs wiww find us?” asked Blueberry.
“Yes, this is the place, but not for a while yet. We just needed to find our stand is all.”
“Otay mummah,” Blueberry replied.
“Mummah?” Nana asked, “wiww a nyu mummah weawy want Nana an Bwuebewwy? Dewe aww wots and wots of pwetty fwuffies hewe, an wots of wittew babbeh fwuffies too…”
Claire had worried about this. Snowflake’s babies were big babies now, and whilst still adorable, there were barely weaned foals here so cute she wanted to squeeze them to death. Also, there were rarities and fluffyshy’s and all kinds of rare breeds she had never even heard of. There was even an Alicorn room, hidden away from the rest of the fluffies, so as not to cause fear amongst them.
“Someone will find you and love you,” Claire’s mom told the fearful little yellow fluffy.
“Come on!” said Alice, “Lets go and see the fluffy dancing competition!”
“Okay,” said Claire, looking at the fluffies, who all looked very sad. “Do any of you want to come with me?”
“Snowfwake wan stay wiv babbehs,” said Snowflake, cuddling her brood as best she could. Blueberry and Nana huddled in their mother’s fluff like a pair of foals, while Nutella hugged her mummah as best she could, wearing her cone hat to hide her horn. Only Strawberry sat apart from them, muttering under her breath and looking like some kind of grouch monster.
“Humpfwee wan come wiv,” Alice’s fluffy said, “Wan see dancie fwuffies!”
“OK,” said Claire’s mom, “but make sure Humphrey stays in the fluffy carrier, I don’t want him escaping.”
“Otay mummah-Claire mummah,” said Humphrey.
Claire helped Alice get Humphrey into a modified baby carrier, so that Humphrey was strapped to Alice’s chest and tummy.
“If he get’s too heavy for you, I can carry him for a while, OK?”
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“Yeah,” said Alice.
“Otay,” added Humphrey.
So the girls set off to watch the fluffy dancing.
Alice and Claire had great fun watching the fluffies dance. It turned out that cities all over the US and Canada were opening fluffy dancing classes, especially at fluffy day care. Apparently, fluffies could be taught tricks, just like dogs, by rewarding them with food. Over time, some fluffy owners had taught their fluffies increasingly long chains of tricks, until someone had the idea of using the training method to teach them dance routines.
There was all kind of dancing. Claire and Alice watched with glee as a pair of pegasi did a brilliant tap dance, dressed in little suits and wearing shoes that made their hooves click like a real horse. Unicorns in particular were fond of ballet dancing, and the girls saw a beautiful Unicorn with similar colouration to Snowflake performing pirouettes and making little leaps while the audience laughed, gasped, and finally applauded with appreciation.
Claire saw most of the owners giving their fluffies hugs and treats after successful routines, but also saw a blonde teenage girl, a couple of years older than herself, beating her pegasus with a sorry stick.
“Nuuuu! Mummah! Angew am sowwy! Nu sowwy stick! Nuuuu!” the pegasus cried and pleaded. In the background, members of the audience were muttering, but other competitors and their fluffies seemed to turn a blind eye, or were too embarrased to say anything.
“You fucked it up!” the girl was telling her fluffy in a fierce whisper, clearly aware that others were looking. Claire thought she had the look of a pretty but bitchy cheerleader, and remembered girls who had bullied her at school. She instantly disliked the mean girl.
“Mummaaaah!” the pegasus wailed, before starting to cry “Huuuu huuu huuu… huuu huu huuu… huu huu huu…”
The blonde girl responded by picking up the crying fluffy by the scruff of her neck and dumping her into a carrybox, before turning to glare at staring onlookers. Then, she smiled a fakely sweet grin, turned, and marched away from the stage.
“That girl was mean!” said Alice, “Her pegasus was a great dancer!”
“Es. She am mean mummah,” agreed Humphrey
As promised, Claire’s mom gave Claire some money to buy a spaghetti lunch for all of the fluffies. As Claire carried the steaming bowls of spaghetti back to the stand where Snowflake and her babies were waiting, she was assailed by pleading and crying from other nearby fluffies.
“Sketties! It am sketties!”
“Pwease nice wady! Giv sketties to fwuffy!”
“SKETTIIIEES!”
Humphrey, who was still strapped to Alice’s chest, kindly told the other fluffies that the spaghetti was not for them.
“Sowwy fwuffies, sketties am onwy fow Humpfwee an Humpfwee Hewd.”
“Pweeeeeease giv sketties!” was the general reply.
Eventually, Claire got back to her mom and the other fluffies. She was dismayed to see that Claire’s mom had changed the price of her fluffies again, and was now asking only $10 for the pair of Nana and Blueberry, and $4 for Strawberry. It wasn’t the money that upset Claire, it was how cheap and disposable some people felt fluffies were. She would gladly give them to someone that would give them a good home, and her mom had promised that they would only sell or give them to nice looking owners.
On other stands, Claire saw people selling unweaned foals for a dollar each, or even giving away fluffies. She saw a man with some kind of mental disability holding a baby green fluffy and and mumbling something to himself over and over, while his mother led him away. She hoped he would be kind to the fluffy.
“I brought the sketties!” she declared, which cheered up all the fluffies immensely.
“Sketties! Sketties!” they all squeaked with excitement.
Nana, Blueberry, Nutella and Strawberry rushed over and sank their fluffy snouts into the steaming bowls of spaghetti. Once they were occupied, Claire gave the slightly bigger bowls of spaghetti to Snowflake and Humphrey, who gladly started nomming. Snowflake smiled, looking adorable despite her eyepatch and missing legs.
“Fankyu mummah-Cwaire!” Snowflake told her, her blue eye sparkling with happiness.
For just a few moments, Claire enjoyed watching her fluffies with contentment. All their worries and cares about new homes and new mummahs and daddahs were gone, as they devoured their favorite food.
A few people came to see the fluffies, but no one seemed really interested. Claire’s mom said that they shouldn’t give them away, as someone needed to feel the fluffies were valuable enough to pay for. Claire actually felt really sad that no-one wanted to buy them. Partly it was because Nana and Blueberry were so timid, trying their best to hide in Snowflake’s fluff like a pair of newborn foals. Strawberry on the other hand was sitting at the edge of the pen, looking over at other fluffies and yelling things at them. No one wanted the ill tempered fluffy either. The only interest was in Nutella, who was playing contentedly with a ball, all on her own as the others wouldn’t join her.
“Hey girls,” said a man Claire hadn’t seen approaching, “Is that an Alicorn? Is she for sale?”
Claire looked over at Nutella, and back to the man. Nutella’s horn was hidden by a conical party hat, which stopped other fluffies from realising she was an Alicorn, making her look like a brown fluffed pegasus. The man didn’t look like he belonged there. He had a shaven head and an unshaven face, and was wearing some kind of rock band t-shirt with snakes on it. He also had snake tattoos all over his arms, making it look like they were slithering as he twitched his muscles. Something about the way he looked at Claire gave her the creeps.
“Er… no, the Alicorn isn’t for sale, just these other fluffies,” Claire replied, wanting more than anything to hide behind her mom.
“Are you sure,” the man said, sounding surprised, “I could give you a couple hundred for her. I collect Alicorn’s you know.” He flashed a quick grin at Claire, but doing so just creeped her out even more.
“She’s not for sale,” Claire’s mom said, drawing closer to her, as if sensing the need to protect her daughter.
Disappointment flashed on the man’s face, “That’s a shame lady, because you can make good money selling Alicorn’s you know. What if I gave you say… five hundred for her? American, not Canadian dollars” the man brought a roll of US dollars from his pant’s pocket, and waved them in front of Claire and Alice’s faces.
“Just think how many barby dolls you could buy with that money little girls.”
“She’s not for sale,” Claire said forcefully, “and I wouldn’t sell any of my fluffies to you.”
The man’s face dropped, “Awww that’s not very nice. There’s no need to be rude. Come on Wanda,” he said, turning to call to a woman at the next stand, “Lets split.”
Claire watched as a somewhat skanky lady with bleached blonde hair who was wearing some kind of white robe followed the man away from their stand. The woman’s make up was cheap and tacky, but as she walked away, Claire saw that the back of her robe was embroidered with snakes and fluffies. It was bizarre and looked expensive. Claire reckoned the man was some kind of drug dealer. She was glad she wasn’t selling any fluffies to him.
Claire saw the man at other parts of FluffyCon later on that afternoon. He spent a lot of time in the Alicorn room, which Claire had entered to watch Alicorns playing chess and solving puzzles that other fluffies could not possibly hope to understand. She even heard him talking about Alicorn’s he had to sell, and auctioning them to the highest bidder. Claire knew there was something deeply wrong about the man, so she kept away from him, and watched the Alicorns instead.
One Alicorn was painting a picture, and his owner had several paintings that the Alicorn had painted, which he was trying to sell. The paintings were really good, and it made Claire wonder if she should get some paints or crayons for Nutella to practice with. Most of the pictures were of happy fluffies and owners, and the Alicorn had managed to paint the expressions on the human and fluffy faces so well that they felt almost lifelike, despite being a cartoony style.
Claire decided to go and get Nutella, to show her all the wonderful things that Alicorns could do. For some reason, other fluffies were scared of Alicorns, calling them “munstahs” which made Nutella feel bad. So far, the only thing Claire could do to stop the others from being scared was to make Nutella wear a hat, which was strapped under her chin to keep it in place. Only Snowflake could handle being with her when her horn was in view.
As Claire left, she noticed a group of people holding banners, and protesting loudly.
“Fluffys have human DNA!” said one lady, with bright purple hair.
“Human rights for fluffies!” said another.
“Hasbio conducted human experiments!” yelled a hipster looking man with glasses and a massive beard.
Intrigued, Claire walked over and took a leaflet from one of the protesters.
“Have you heard what Quimby is saying?” the purple haired lady asked her, “He’s going to build a wall between the US and Canada, to keep out feral fluffies, and he wants US to pay for it.”
“Whaat?” said Claire, “that’s crazy.”
“He IS crazy,” purple hair told her, “He wants to repeal President Supreme’s humane fluffy termination law, its a license for abusers to kill fluffies any way they like. He’s a monster!”
Claire imagined Governor Quimby growing wings and a horn, and fluffies calling him “Munstah!” but snapped back to reality and asked the lady a question.
"Is it true, that fluffies have human DNA? I thought that was just an internet rumour.
“Yes its true,” purple hair said, staring into Claire’s eyes, “Its easy to sequence DNA, and has been for years. You just spit in a cup and send it to a lab, and they email you the results the next day. Same thing for fluffies. Hasbio spliced in the FOXP2 gene, which only humans have, and a bunch of other human genes as well. That’s why fluffies can talk. Alicorns have more human DNA than other fluffies, which is why they’re so smart.”
“Its not just the things they did to fluffies, its the human experiments they did,” Bearded hipster interupted.
“Human experiments?” Claire asked, not knowing what to make of it all.
“Yeah,” there are some people who used to work for Hasbio, they’re in hiding now from the government, and they say Fluffies were never really intended as pets. It was all to create something they could experiment on to find out what different human genes actually do. Hasbio’s pets line was just a small part of their operation. Their main thing was genetic engineering."
“But… but genetic engineering is illegal!” Claire said.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t back in the early 2020’s” purple hair said, joining back in. “Hasbio paid poor women to have IVF and carry their Frankenstein babies. When we raided their labs, our brothers and sisters found hospital wards with pregnant women too. It was all covered up by the government and the media. Some of those babies were born, and some are still alive today. There are babies out there with all kinds of genes they shouldn’t have.”
Claire was shocked. She had heard about PETA before, but everyone always said they were crazy. If what these people were saying was true though… Claire looked at the leaflet. It had horrific images of fluffies missing eyes and limbs, with molten flesh from being set on fire, and of crying mothers hugging their dead foals. Claire felt like she wanted to cry. It was as though her whole world had been sent into a spin, and everything she had been told about it being fair was a lie.
“Fluffies have human DNA, so they deserve human rights,” the purple haired woman continued, “Hasbio made them, and now they are starving and suffering because we don’t take care of them. You look like a decent person, we need people like you to fight for the cause, why don’t you come to one of our meetings some time…”
Claire walked back over to the stand where her mother was trying to find new homes for Snowflake’s babies. She was still in a daze from what the PETA protesters had told her. She took several of their leaflets, including a booklet called “The Truth About Fluffies”, which she hid in her jacket pocket so her mother wouldn’t see it. Claire had promised to read the booklets and join a PETA forum online. It was a promise she intended to keep.
As she approached the stand, she heard Blueberry and Nana crying, and saw a family with a little boy, a couple of years younger than Alice, looking at the fluffies. The little boy was trying to stroke them, but they kept running away.
“Nuuuu! Nu wan nyu daddah!” Nana was saying.
“Wan stay wiv mummah!” Blueberry added.
“Come on fluffies,” Claire’s mom was saying. “Let the nice boy stroke you, he’s very friendly.”
Nutella and Snowflake just looked sad, but Strawberry was giggling to herself, amused by her siblings suffering. Humphrey was telling Strawberry off for being mean.
“Hello fluffies,” the little boy was saying, “I’m Paul. Are you good fluffies?”
“Nuuu! Nu wan nyu daddah!” the fluffies kept saying.
Claire walked over, wondering if she wanted to sell the fluffies after all. But then a strange thing happened, which made Claire watch and forever changed her view of Alice’s fluffy Humphrey.
“Babbeh fwuffies,” Humphrey said, walking over to where Nana and Blueberry were hiding, “Humpfwee know fwuffies am scawed, but nu be scawed. Wittew boy am nice. Humpfwee did nu have mummah, ow daddah. Humpfwee was fewaw fwuffy, wived on da stweets. Da stweets is cowd, wiv nu nummies, an nu huggies, an nu wuv. Humpfwee Fwuffy-mummah went fowevew sweepies. Humpfwee wud hav gone fowevew sweepies too, but da Alice-mummah found Humpfwee, an now Humpfwee happy.”
Slowly, the babies looked up at Humphrey, and stopped trying to hide under their mother’s fluff.
“Wittew boy be gud nyu daddah, he hav big-mummah and big-daddah, an dey hab anova fwuffy dat am wonewy”
“Wat am wonewy?” asked Nana.
“Wonewy am when a fwuffy is aww awone, wiv nu fwuffy fwiends fow wun an pway, wud Nana an Bwuebewwy wan be nyu fwiends fow wonewy fwuffy?”
The way Humphrey spoke to them was so kind and gentle, that for the second time that afternoon, Claire thought she might cry. She saw that the little boy’s mom had a baby fluffy strapped to her chest in a baby carrier. It was a dark yellow fluffy, with a red mane, was about the same age as Snowflake’s babies, and was wriggling, trying to see the other fluffies.
“Pweeeease, Mustawd wan see fwuffies!” it was begging cutely.
Claire gently picked up Blueberry and Nana, and held them up to Mustard, so that they could meet the new fluffy. The little boy’s dad held him up to see as well, and Alice held up Humphrey, higher than her head, so he could join in the huddle. Eyes, smiles, hands and faces were everywhere as humans and fluffies met each other and talked.
“Nyu fwiends? Am nyu fwiends?” asked Mustard.
“Awww they are cute mummy!” the little boy said.
“Nyu daddah?” asked Nana.
“Be nyu fwiend?” asked Blueberry to the mustard coloured fluffy.
“Nyu fwuffy smeww gud. Am gud fwuffy,” said Humphrey. If only humans were so easily understood, Claire thought.
After a few more minutes of talking, Claire and her mom agreed to sell the fluffies to their new family. In spite of the fact that they liked Paul, their new owner, and his fluffy and parents, Nana and Blueberry still cried their little eyes out saying goodbye to Claire, her mom and Alice, and to Snowflake, Nutella and Humphrey. Only Strawberry had a dry eye by the end of their farewell.
“Snowfwake wuv babbehs, be gud babbehs fow nyu daddah,” Snowflake was telling them as their new family finally turned to leave.
“Mummahhhhh!” Nana wailed as she was carried away, “Mummmmaaaaaaahhh! Huuu huu huu… huu huu huu… huu huu huu…”
Claire wiped away her tears as the cries of her baby fluffies vanished in the babble of the convention hall. Humphrey was hugging Alice, and Nutella was hugging her mother, who was crying in spite of being very brave about the whole day.
“Dey am stoopid, dummeh fwuffies, an Stwawbewwy am gwad dey gone!” Strawberry said, blowing a raspberry at them all.
“Strawberry! That is very bad!” Claire’s mom yelled, swiping at the mean red fluffy’s nose and making the fluffy squeak with pain. Claire wondered yet again if all red fluffies were mean. Maybe there was a gene for it or something?
“Girls,” Claire’s mom said, “Why don’t you go and watch the fluffy dancing competition, its just about to start, and it’ll really cheer you up. I don’t want to end the day on a downer. I’ll stay here with the other fluffies. I doubt anyone will buy Strawberry anyway.”
“Stwawbewwy gu in dancey competishun?” the little red fluffy asked, “Stwawbewwy am gud dancew!”
“No Strawberry, you’ve been a very bad fluffy today,” Claire told her, “and besides, you have to enter officially, and be trained, and groomed, and wear a costume.”
“STWAWBEWWY WAN DANCEY! STWAWBEWWY AM GUD DANCEW!” Strawberry yelled in response.
“If that is how you are going to be, I won’t even take you to watch!” Claire told her cruelly, but felt that she deserved it.
Claire turned to leave, walking away with Alice and Humphrey, ignoring the torrent of abuse from the little red smarty, and its wail as Claire’s mom slapped it on its nose yet again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, gather round, gather round, the fluffy dancing semi-final is about to begin. And what a great show we have for you tonight folks. We have Unicorns and Alicorns, dancing Jazz and Ballet routines, all groomed to perfection and dressed in beautiful costumes. Some of these fluffies have been dancing since they were babies, and at least one of them used to have to dance for her mother’s milk… Awww… yes I know its not fair folks, but Dancie babies grow up to be the best dancie fluffies when they get older.”
Claire looked at the array of beautifully groomed and dressed Unicorns and Pegasi. They were all rare breeds, with snow white fur like Snowflake, but with rainbow mains, pleated hair and polished hoof slippers. Claire thought it was just as well that Snowflake was not hear to see them dance, as it would only make her cry that she could never dance like them. Just then, Claire heard the announcer call out something in surprise.
“Ohh… it looks like we’ve got an escaped fluffy on the loose. Does anyone know who’s this red fluffy is? Oh she’s coming over to me folks, lets see, upsies… yes good fluffy, what’s your name? Who is your mummah or daddah?”
Claire’s eyes widened when she realised that the fluffy was Strawberry, who had somehow managed to escape!
“Strawberry eh?” the announcer continued talking into his mike, holding the fluffy carefully in his other hand “What’s that? You want to dance in the competition? Aww I’m sorry little fluffy, this is the semi-final, only registered fluffies can enter, and they’ve had to beat other fluffies in the competition to get this far.”
Claire faintly heard the torrent of abuse that spilled out of Strawberry’s mouth, thankfully too far from the microphone for the rest of the audience to hear.
“I’m sorry fluffy, you can’t enter the competion,” the announcer was saying, then “OWW! she BIT me!”
Claire watched in fear as her bad fluffy twisted and bit the man’s hand, just hard enough for him to nearly drop her, making him use both hands to hold her. Then, to her horror, Claire watched as Strawberry pooped liquid shit all over his hands, making him drop the horrible fluffy and his microphone onto the stage. The man looked disgusted, but Strawberry wasted no time, and spoke into the discarded microphone, addressing the audience.
“Fwuffy am cawwed Stwawbewwy, an dis is dancey woutine dat fwuffy weawn fwom ChooChoob, it am cawwed OOGA BOOGA.”
“Claire!” Alice suddenly chipped in, “That’s Strawberry!”
“I know!” said Claire, and they both rushed over to try and grab her.
Unfortunately, the dancing stage was very large, and Strawberry only had to keep an arm’s length away from any humans to be impossible to catch, unless they got up on the square shaped stage with her. All around the edge were girls from Alice’s age, to those older than Claire, as well as some adult owners, along with their beautiful pristine fluffies. The announcer was wiping his hands on paper towels and yelling for someone to catch the fluffy. Meanwhile Strawberry began her dance routine.
Claire chased her to one end of the stage, then another. Each time, Strawberry would pause, and do some of her “dancing” which mainly involved standing up on her hind legs and shaking her crotch boobs in the faces of the few stallions that were watching her, mouths agape at her antics. Claire nearly got her, but she trotted away, only to start TWERKING in front of another stallion. There was no music for her to dance to, but that didn’t stop Strawberry, who was laughing like a maniac at all the trouble she was causing. The audience was less than amused, all apart from a pair of blonde teenage girls, who seemed to think it was hilarious.
Claire got up on to the stage, and closed in on the fluffy. Somehow, Strawberry knew she was going to get caught, and ran over to one of the rainbow maned fluffys.
“Yu am bad fwuffy!” the rainbow mane said, shaking her pleated mane at her in disgust, making little bells on her ballerina outfit jingle to show her disapproval.
“Yu am stoopid-dummeh-poopie fwuffy!” Strawberry yelled back at her.
“Nu am poopie!” the fluffy protested.
“Yu am NAOW!” Strawberry told her, and moments before Claire managed to grab her, she turned, and sprayed horrendous sorry poopies all over the fluffy, her costume, her owners, and a passer by who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“SOWWY POOPIES!” Yelled Strawberry, as Claire scooped her up and ran from the stage.
Claire ran back towards her mum, to ashamed to face the audience. The poor rainbow mane would never be able to dance now, and she and her family must have been devastated. Claire didn’t even stop to look for Alice, she just ran and ran.
“Hey! Wait up!” said an unfamiliar voice.
Claire stopped and turned to see who it was. The face was not unfamiliar. It was the “cheerleader” girl who Claire had seen laughing earlier in the day, and who Claire had seen beating her pegasus with a sorry stick after a less than perfect dance routine. She was accompanied by another blonde, who could have been her sister.
“Hey, I was going to ask, is your fluffy still for sale? I saw you were selling some earlier. Now I’ve seen her dance, I really want to buy her.”
Claire couldn’t believe what she was being asked. Did this girl really want to buy her fluffy? After what she had seen her do? Would she look after Strawberry? Or beat her like she did with her pegasus? Claire looked at the horrible, shit covered fluffy, and made her mind up instantly.
“You really want her?” She asked the blonde girl. “Take her. She’s yours. I never want to see her again.”
“For free? Awesome!” said the girl, taking the struggling red fluffy, she turned to talk to her friend. “This fluffy is going to be our secret weapon!”
THE END (of the Snowflake’s Babies story)
To find out what happens to Nana and Blueberry, follow this link:
Nana & Blueberry
To find out what happens to Strawberry, follow this link:
Red Sonya - Part 01 - A New Mummah
To find out more about Governor Quimby’s plan to build a wall between the US and Canada, follow this link:
The Wall
To find out more about the guy with the Snake Tattoos, follow this link:
Red Conan & The Snake Daddy Part 04 - The Franchise
To find out more about Claire’s growing interest in PETA, follow this link:
The Truth About Fluffies
Or, to read the next story in the Jellyverse Saga in order, follow this link:
Next story in the Jellyverse Saga
