Chapter #13: Escaping the Fiery Fate
Gokan had jumped off the table and landed in his water dish. He landed with a thump, cried for five minutes, and recovered. ‘Dummeh hooman weft dooh open. Nao smawty Gokan can foind specew fweind an’ get bestest huggies.’ He began using his three legs to crawl up the stairs, ‘An’ if Gokan gehs bestest huggies, den weggie will come bach. Gokan nu can wait tu meet babbehs.’ The asshole managed to get to the top of the stairs, the still open basement door stood there. The living room was also open, and Gokan could see the feet and left hand over the sofa. After a little while, he managed to walk to the spare bed next to the sofa. It was warm, ‘Gud den Stweak is nu in sweepy woom.’ He walked into the kitchen.
Streak had awoken to the soft breathing of her dad. The micros tapped her hoof, “Pwees Stweek wittwe fwuffies nee’ wawa and nummies.” Streak stood up, softly set the babies on her back and trotted off to the kitchen. She stopped at the basement door, the cold black draft coming from it sent a shiver down her back. The micros also shivered in either fear or just the cold from the door. Streak continued to the kitchen. She carefully grabbed the first micro by its back fluff and lowered it towards the water bowl. The micro panicked but stopped when his mouth touched the water and he went no lower. He drank. Streak did the same for the female. Next, she took three kibble chunks from her bowl, careful to avoid any of the growth supplements, and dropped them on the floor. The micros tried to eat them, but their teeth couldn’t crack the kibble, so Streak crushed the kibble with her hooves. The micros then ate the kibble happily. Streak flopped on her side and hugged her stomach. She could feel nine distinct lumps, ‘Stwange. Stweak could pwomis dat dew wew mowe.’ A familiar gasp drove spikes of fear into her.
Gasp “Speciaw fwind Stweak had pwettiest babbehs,” it was Gokan. Instantly, Streak stood up in battle stance, grabbed the micros and placed them on her back. “Wai am dummeh Gokan bach. Daddeh said ‘ou were in daw dawk pwace.” “Ha! Ha! Dummeh hooman weft dow open, so Smawty Gokan came tu see ‘ou. Nee bestest huggies fo’ leggies.” He turned and showed the black scab that covered his left haunch. His left testicle was right there, open and completely vulnerable. Streak laughed causing Gokan to worry, “Dummeh Gokan, nu huggies coul ebah bwing bach a weggie. Weggie is gone, FOREVER!” Streak’s voice changed, and Gokan took three steps back. Streak was in a very sour mood, “You are a stupid fluffy Gokan,” she stepped forward crashing her hoof the floor and making a clack sound, not loud but still intimidating. “You will never get you, leg back,” step, “an’ if you think, that I would ever hug you. Then your stupider than a new-baby,” step. “Streak hate you,” step, “you are the worstest, most horrible, poopiest, poopie place fluffy,” step, “Pee-pee winged, boo-boo juice horned,” step, “vomit maned,” step-step-step, they were one foot apart. “And Streak win never, ever, not in a million forevers, ever love you.”
Gokan fell to floor and began crying and screaming and whining. Snot poured from his nose. He let his bowls go and made saddie poopies, and yes, he did soak his belly in urine again. “Wai Stweak hate Smawty Gokan, am gud Smawty. Pwees nee huggies fo’ weggie pwees!” “You wan’ hugs, well here.” Streaked trotted to the left side of Gokan, put the micros on the floor, and bucked Gokan in the scab. Gokan shrieked in pain.
Eric woke up and rolled off the sofa, ‘thank goodness I vacuumed the glass up.’ He shot into the kitchen, where he saw the two micros on the floor watching something that was just out of view. Suddenly, Gokan of all things ran out, narrowly avoiding the micros, followed immediately by Streak. Streak stopped, put the micros on her back, raced over to Eric, placed them at his feet, and proceeded to chase Gokan.
Gokan turned to see Streak chasing him, and slammed into the wall. Streak reared up came crashing down on Gokan’s remaining back leg. She shattered the entire bone, and cracking the hoof. Gokan lay there screaming and crying as Streak proceded to, quite literally, ‘tear him a new one.’ She jammed her horn into Gokan’s anus and thrashed her head back and forth. Gokan slammed his front legs up and down as blood started to pour from his now prolapsed anus. Streak walked to his head and slapped him, knocking out five teeth. Gokan wailed and cried, shrieked and thrashed, spart blood out of his mouth, and screamed a screak flipped him over and smacked him in the intestine, forcing him to void his bowels.
Eric raced forward, the micros placed back in the living room bed and caught up Streak. “Put Streak down. Need to give Gokan worst sorry hooves.” “Enough, Streak! You’ve done enough.” Eric placed her with the micros in the living room and closed the door.
Eric approached the quivering Gokan. As they approached, Gokan watched with absolute terror covering his face. “Pwees… nu mowe… nu mowe… mu mowe huwties.” Eric grabbed Gokan by his broken leg, and carried him, screaming in pain, back to the worktable. Eric slammed the fluffy onto it, and strapped him in place. Taking up a small cross-cut saw, he sawed off his hoof, then his leg up to the knee, and then at his body. Gokan screamed, cried and begged for Eric to stop, but he didn’t. “Pwees Gokan pwomis tu bee gud fwuffEEEEEEE!” Off went the hoof. “NU mowe nu MOWE! PWEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Off went the leg at the knee. “PEWWS NU MOWE OWIES NU MOWE HUWTIES! GOKAN SOWWY GOKAN SOWWY!” “Sorry for what, rapist?” Eric paused partway through removing the last part of the leg, “Sowwy fof wetin hewd gu fowebaw sweepies. Sowwy fo’ gibben Stweak’s best wingie huwties. Sowwy fow gibben hew bad special huggies. Sowwy fow aw dah bad poopies and peepees. PWEES fwuffy nu wan mowe huwties. Huu huuuu huu Chirp-peep huu chirp pwees sniff nu mowe huwties.”
Eric removed the saw, and with a stalwart expression, gripped Gokan’s stump of a leg. “You know why I know your apologies are fake?” Gokan’s went scilent and started crying and screaming apologies in a new urgency, “Because if I wasn’t doing this to you, you would keep being a 100%,” he began twisting, “rapping,” twist, “asshole.” The femur bone popped out of the pelvis and the skin and muscle ripped and tore cleanly. A cascade of blood poured from the wound. Eric waited five minutes for the platelets to work. Gokan’s voice had once more gave out form the screams. Eric applied healing cream to the wound, and by trimming and stiching the torn skin, made the classic stump that huggy friends are known for, no x just a smooth fluff less stump. Eric turned off the lights, turned on the speakers, which began playing scarry noise, leaving Gokan on the table.
‘That was brutal Eric, I applaud you,’ Cire had been watching from the shadows of their mind. ‘What do you want?’ ‘Oh nothing, just to say that were becoming closer and closer. Funny isn’t it, Eric?’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘In denial I see. Well, think of this, I no longer come out when we hurt something, our trasitions are a simple blink of the eyes, and don’t our childhood pictures seem strange, especially the eyes.’ ‘What about our eyes?’ ‘Well, take a look at the pictures.’
Eric walked over to a book shelf in the living room. Streak was asleep, her babies now numbering five. The two micro fluffs were carefully tucked under her wing, also asleep. Eric took a photo album off the shelf, and flipped to the front. There he was smiling, his ‘father,’ holding him while his mother stood at the side leaning on her husband. Eric used a magnifying glass to see his eyes, purple. Eric looked in a mirror. One eye was blue, one was red. “Interesting,” he mused. What did this mean; Eric couldn’t remember most of his early child hood, but wasn’t that normal. He continued through the album, and found that age 16, his eyes just suddenly turn that deep ocean blue. “What happened?” ‘I don’t know. It seems neither of us can remember, but maybe Noah can help us out. What do you think Eric?’ “Seems like a good idea.” Eric looked at the clock 11:37 P.M.
Noah looked over towards Eric’s house, there had been a few police cars going over there, but they had left a while ago, now he saw Eric walking towards the bar; he was carrying something. Eric waved over to Noah, who stared at Eric’s eyes. “Dude, one of your eyes is red.” “Oh yeah I got hit, but that’s all resolved. I came here, because I was looking though this photo album and found something. Take a look at my eyes.” Eric pointed to a school picture of 15-year-old Eric, Noah stared at, “Your eyes are purple.” “Yes, now look at this picture only one year later.” Noah looked, “They’re blue.” “Exactly. Something happened during that year, and there is no photographic evidence. No records, nothing.” “Have you contacted your mother?” “NO. HEEEE-LL NO! I am not talking to that…”
“Hi Mom,” Noah had taken Eric’s phone and called Eric’s Mom, “Yes I’m fine, No I’m still employed. No, I am not calling for money, enfaces on ‘I’m fine and still employed.’ No. Yes. MOM! Oh my gosh. Mom… seriously? This is why I don’t call you. What? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me? Seriously… that’s your reason. Uggggghhhh. Anyway, I found my old photo album, and sometime between my Sophomore and Junior year, my eyes changed color. What happened? Really? How did I forget that? No that was rhetorical Mom. Okay, sure. Fine, yes, MOM! Okay. Okay, bye.” “So, what did you learn?” “Well, first off, apparently, my Dad died last month, and my Mom didn’t think it ‘important enough’ to tell me. Also, no. My Mom doesn’t know either, great.”
“It might just be a natural thing.” “Mabey.” They continued conversing for a while. Two men came out of the bar wearing of PETA shirts. Eric turned away from them, and walked to the alley, and went in. He looked out and saw the men get in a car and drive off. A voice brought his attention downwards, “Nu daddeh?” It was the fluffies that lived in the dumpster space. The safe place changed hider multiple times since Eric was there last. This fluffy was a dirty yellow mare, “What’s you name sweetie?” “Fwuffy name am pee-pee.” “Now then, that’s not a name. How about Buttercup?” “Dat am pwettiest namsies.” “Now Buttercup, I want you to listen carefully. There is a herd of fluffies that were rejected. They live in the park just down the street,” Eric pointed towards the park, “I’m certain they’ll have you.” The mare’s face cascaded happiness, “Tank ‘ou noice mistah.” She trotted off. Eric watched her walk past Noah, give him a quick glance, and galloped towards the park.
Eric smiled, said ‘good night’ to Noah, and walked to his house. The walk was two blocks, but in those two blocks, the surrounding buildings changed from shops, to houses, to a park, and once past that park, you enter a neighborhood. Eric saw Buttercup disappear down a path as he walked past. A noise cut through his concentration, a small explosion. Eric stared and stood still for three minutes, that was fire. Eric ran, faster than ever before, he ran and ran. A car raced past him, clearly speeding, it was the same car that the two PETA men had been driving. Eric turned and stared at the license plate, burning the number into his mind, PETA-4LIFE. Eric raced through the front garden and broke down his front-door.
The fire was in the kitchen, and spreading towards wall separating the kitchen and the living room. Eric raced inside and found Streak and the two micros panicking. He reached down grabbed all three, dumping the photo album on the sofa. Raced out and slammed the living room door. He grabbed the hall rug and shoved it under the door. He looked for Streak and saw her exiting through the front door. “Pwees daddeh sabe fwuffy.” Eric looked down and saw Gokan, he was crawling up the stairs. “FUCK YOU!” Eric kicked the smarty down the stairs, and raced for the front door. The fire reached the kitchen stove, it was gas. Eric was blown out of the doorway. He smacked his head, heard the faint cries of Streak, felt her hug his head, and all went dark. Erre awoke five minutes later Ciic screaming at him to wake up, ErCiirec sat up, shook his head, picked up a relieved Streak, and watched the house fire. Noah raced into the yard, followed shortly by the sound of sirens. “Eric, you okay? Eric your head, its bleeding.”
“Daddeh wa’ bwon out ob door.” The fire fighters began putting out the flames, a few raced inside. One fire fighter came out with a burned, two legged fluffy, that was screaming in fear. But as soon as it saw Streak, it stopped, “Speshuw fwend ‘ou’ah awibe. Gokan has biggest heawt happies. Pwease fwuffy nee’ bestes’ huggies fo’ pwetty fwuff an’ weggies.” “Why am ‘ou stiww awibe. Stweak awweady towd ‘ou, huggies nu bwin’ back weggies. Stweak hatch’ 'ou. 'ou! ‘OU. YOU FLUFFY RAPPING MONSTER! GO BACK INTO THE FIRE AND BURN!” Gokan began crying, “Sowwy fof wetin hewd gu fowebaw sweepies. Sowwy fo’ gibben Stweak’s best wingie huwties. Sowwy fow gibben hew bad special huggies. Sowwy fow aw dah bad poopies and peepees. PWEES nee huggies.” “Pafetic. ‘ou am most pafetic fwuffy Sweak ebah met.”
Streak turned her back on Gokan and cringed as the largest of her three tummy babies kicked for the first time. She walked to the now unconscious Eric. A paramedic and Noah stood dumb founded as Streak walked away from the burned fluffy. Streak hopped into Eric’s lap and lay down, “Stweak wish dat daddeh had gibben Monstaw Gokan fowebah sweepies.” The paramedic snapped out of her trance and began treating Eric’s head.
A car stopped and two people got out. Streak looked up, “Mif Victowia, Mistah Michew.” Noah turned around and started the explaining the situation. A stretcher arrived and took Eric to an ambulance, which raced off. Victoia stooped down and picked up Streak and the two micro fluffs. The three of them, the three humans that is, began conversing, when two words silenced them. “Wan die.” Streak looked at Gokan, “Wan die.” Streak stared at this asshole, ‘only now, he wanted to die? pathetic,’ and out loud, “dah fwames aw stiw bunnen Gokan.” Gokan stared at Streak, “Speciaw fwen.” “Nu, neba was yow speciaw fren.” Gokan let out a screech of absolute despair and just lay there beating his hooves in the grass. Streak sighed an annoyed sigh, jumped out of Victoria’s arms, glided to Gokan, and whispered, “I wish that you would just die.” Streak turned around and flew back into Victoria’s arms. Noah’s jaw dropped. Streak’s flight sparked even more conversation.
Errrrrrrr------Ci awoke in the hospital bed, and stared at the wall across from him. Voices were screaming in his head. IccccceReeeeeee looked down, on his lap sat Gokan, burned, scorched, and bruised. EricirE reached out to kill him. Cireric stopped the hallucination of Gokan abated and the screams in his head subsided, a small voice called to him. “Daddeh, pwees wakies. ‘ou gibben Stweak biggest heawt huwties.” Eric reformed and took control while Cire put himself back together. “Streak?” “Gasp DADDEH!”
A few minutes later, and Michel came in, “How are you feeling Eric?” “Fine. Heh what a day. First James comes back, and then some PETA people burn my house down, what a night.” “Eric it’s been two days. You were comatose.” “Where’s the microfluffs?” “Victoria took them, and I think you need to take some time off to recover.” “What happened to… him.” “You mean Gokan! After an hour with him, I pitched him in a crate with food and water, annoying piece of sh…” “Hey! Language. So, he’s alive.” “Last I checked, but your house is pretty burnt, only the living room and the basement escaped. Your friend Noah, has volunteered to put you up, so that’s out of the way. Seriously though you need a vacation.” “Fine, but first. I have to take care of Gokan, once and for all.” “Gib him fowebah sweepies daddeh.” Streak lay on her side clutching her tummy were now three distinct lumps sat, one larger than the other two.
Chapter #14: Gokan’s Last Chance
Eric and Cire were in disarray, something was different now. Solace, but they weren’t done yet. They didn’t know anymore, Streak was safe, and the micros were in Victoria’s care. His living room, which contained all of his memories, was intact. The basement, which contained a complete backup of all Hasbio documents, in paper and electronic form, was also safe. But still things weren’t right. Cire having to pull himself out of Eric… it just didn’t make sense. Eric sat up on the spare-bed in Noah’s apartment. Streak was asleep at the foot of the bed, a litter box on the floor. It had been another two days, and Streak was currently one and a half weeks into her pregnancy.
The remnants of the house had been cleaned, the home-owners insurance had been payed, but instead of just rebuilding it, Eric used about 50% of his savings to build a second story. He had designed the new layout, gotten it approved by a licensed engineer, and set it in motion. The old living room and basement would remain the same, his kitchen would be expanded, and many other details changed around. The fluffy saferoom was to be placed on the second story next to the master bedroom, and across the hall from the guest bedroom. One important change was implanted, Eric had the gas lines removed in favor for an electric stove, ac unit, and heaters. The framework was already in place, and the rest of the building materials were there. Eric had chosen the same contractors that had constructed the current Hasbio headquarters, repaired said headquarters after the ‘release’ of Gen. 2, and built many of the other employee’s houses, namely Victoria and Michel.
Eric picked up Streak and drove to his house, stopping by a café to get breakfast, finished the drive, and began watching the workers rebuild the walls of the living room and start putting in the electricity. Eric went for a walk in the nearby park. Streak was talking with the foreman’s fluffy, that’s right he had a fluffy. As a gift for his many years of loyalty, Eric had created a very special gene, that was originally only found in alicorns. Eric took the, now named, toughie gene, reduced its effect by 50%, so the alicorns would still be stronger, and interbred it into the fluffy community. He gave Foreman a black and yellow checkered earth pony, while they don’t have wing or horns, they are a naturally stronger, with a black mane and yellow undercoat. Between carrying nails, screws, or dragging wire reels, Bob, for Bob the builder, would stop and talk with Streak. But now Streak looked over and saw Eric walking away, she said, ‘bye Bob,’ and raced after Eric flapping/running at full speed.
“Daddeh wai’ fo’ fwuffy.” Errr turned to see Streak chasing after him. Eric shook himself into place and managed a response, “Sorry Streak. I’ve just been out of focus for a while.” “Oh. Otay Stweeee… shiff smew, fwuffies.” Streak dashed away into the park, Eric stared for three seconds, called out, “Streak wait!” and raced after her. Eric ran through the woods, he stopped short, “did it just get dark?” Eric turned around and saw a boy race past him, a voice that seemed to scream in his called after him, “GET BACK HERE YOU…” the voice faded out. Ciii stumbled backwards and smacked his head on a tree branch sending him and Errr into the void of their mind. Eric and Cire were on the ground, cramped and shoved into one small container, they struggled, and screamed out of the containers mouth. The void resounded and cracked with light. Soon the walls of the void were covered with cracks bleeding radiance. They melded and exploded willing the to void dissipated in a shriek.
Eric awoke around noon; his phone was buzzing. Eric clicked the icon to accept, “Victoria.” “Oh Eric, thank goodness. We’ve been calling you all since the Foremen saw you head back to the park. Looking… confused” “How long was that?” “About half an hour ago.” “Ahh. Okay, sorry I hit my head, ears, you know ringing.” “Okay… Look call one of us if you feel weird in anyway. By the way, Forman also said that Streak went after you.” Eric began looking around for Streak, “I got to go. Bye Victoria… can you tell the others I’m fine.” “Sure.” “Thanks.”
Eric bolted up and raced after the direction were Streak went. Eric searched, and turned east, ‘NO go west.’ “Cire.” ‘Sorry I’m late, but the reject herd are west of here go west.’ Eric raced towards the west, and after a while, heard the sound of fluffies. They followed the sounds and found the reject herd. The once completely brown, vomit green, and urine yellow herd how comprised of a mix colors, and types, all living in one herd.
As he approached, Eric counted about thirty-eight fluffies. Three more hidden toughie guards sprang out in the defensive position, all of them were alicorns, with actual wings, two were male, and the other was a female. Eric squatted on the ground, and spoke first in a calm, musical, yet authoritative voice, “Hello there,” the fluffies were put off guard and relaxed a little, “I’m looking for a White alicorn mare, with a black mane, tail, wings, and a black stripe running between, named Streak.”
The mare trotted forward, “Wai should hewd twust ‘ou.” “A while ago this herd invaded my garden and ate the babies of a bunch of vegetable fluffies, and the smarty traded his life for his herd’s lives. Since then I have been leaving you bad colored fluffies and nummy carrots, celery, but never parsley.” The tensed stallions relaxed, “Am den ‘ou fwuffy pwotectah. Smawty! Smawty! Come wook. Hewd wook, dah fwuffy pwotectah am hewe!” The herd stopped talking or working, simultaneously turned to face Eric, stared, dropped their jaws, and rushed him.
Five minutes of hugs, ‘am weawwy him,’ and “Woah hey stop, that tickles,” later, the herd was stopped by the voice of a mare, “Enough! Wet smawty twough.” Eric sat up as the fluffies parted for a majestic looking alicorn mare walked towards him. She was a brilliant mare with a long mane and tail the color of crème, her coat and undercoat were a snow white, her horn was a shinning gold with the stains of battle. Her wings were large, and colored like the clouds, her eye laches sparkled black. Behind her came Streak and the Smarty’s mate. He was a crisp oak brown alicorn, his horn was broken, and his wings also showed signs of battle, his mane and tail were a deep mahogany. He also had a scar across one eye, seemingly blinding it.
Eric whispered one word at the sight of the Smarty, “Galadriel,” the elf queen from ‘The Hobbit,’ and the ‘The Lord of the Rings’ trilogy, by J.R.R. Tolkien. As soon as Streak saw him, she bounded forward running past the mare, and jumped into Eric’s arms, “Woah Streak, yes I’m glad to see you too.” The mare’s voice cut through, “Pwees mistah, fowwow Smawty’s speciaw fweind,” she turned to the other fluffies, “as fow dah west, pwees gu bach to wowk, wet smawty tawk tu dah mistah fiwst.” She trotted off to a thicket of bushes, where she was talking to something, then she turned around, flicked her tail up, aaannnnd Eric looked to the brown alicorn, “Dis way mistah.” Eric followed the stallion to a bunch of old trees, many of them had been hollowed. Eric turned to the sound of scraping to see a toughie stallion scraping a rock on another rock and then continuing on hollowing the tree’s trunk. The smarty’s mate stopped at a hollow were two toughie unicorn guards stood, from behind a veil of mourning glory vines, Eric could here cheeping.
“Hush widdwe babbeh, daddeh am hewe.” Eric sat at the entrance, smiled at the two guards, carefully parted the vines to see the stallion lifting a honey gold baby onto his back, and then motioned for Eric to move. Eric once more followed the stallion, as he walked to another thicket of bushes. This thicket, was also guarded, but this time by an earth pony female. Eric looked in and saw the back ends of mares their legs broken and their tails bitten off. The stallion pulled a piece of cloth, which was there to catch the mare’s poo, to one the guards, who dragged it to a hole, where she shook it off, and carried it back.
Next the stallion placed the honey gold baby at the mare’s teats and watched as it suckled. Once it was done, he placed it on his back again, and carried her back to the tree. Instead of following him, Eric went to the opposite side of the bushes and met the smarty walking out. She watched as he looked in and saw the head of a blind mares, their faces covered in feces, and front legs all broken. Eric turned to the mare, a nervous Streak whispered something into her ear, and the mare’s eyes lit up. “Ahh Stwak tews me dat ‘ou aw concered, abou’ ‘dat’”, she spat the word out, “mawe. Wew five bwight times ago.” The following ballad has been translated from fluffy to English not only for the sake of the writer, but also the reader.
Five days ago, they came.
A herd of bad fluffies led by an equally worse smarty.
They came and demanded of us our food, mares, and homes, things we denied.
They attacked first, but we did not run.
We suffered losses, but won that battle.
They took our babies, so we took theirs.
Those they hated, we treated with love.
Those that ran, we chased and dragged back.
Now they serve us, as out litter friends and milk friends (fluffy word for milk bag).
As for the smarty, he was buried up to his head, and covered in poopies.
When the foals of the captured are born, we will take them, and give them to the ones that lost their own.
The mare finished the ballad and turned to Eric and explained the bit about the foals, “Eben do dew mummahs huwt ow own, we wiww not bwame dem.” Eric scratched the mare’s chin, “I understand. I also…” “Do fwuffy pwotectah, mean Gokan?” Eric looked at Streak, “You told her?” Streak nodded her head, “Smawty towd Stweak tu gib Gokan one wast chance, su… Stweak gunnah du dat.”
Eric smiled at her and turned to the smarty, “I would like to give you a name, miss smarty. Do you have one?” The mare shook her head, “Nebbah knew mommah, wived on mah own since open see pwaces.” “There’s a story about a group of people that journey to a dangerous place. In that story, the group passes through a kingdom that belongs to the elves, and their queen, Galadriel. You and her have many similarities. Both of you are pale, you are beautiful and soft, but dangerous and fierce to battle.” The smarty considered, “Fwuffy wike dat namesies, nebah did wike Smawty, buh hewd kept sayin dat, after got wid ob owd smawty.”
“Wait, was this old smarty, have a brown coat, pink undercoat, urine yellow wings, a blood red horn, and vomit green mane and tail?” All the fluffies that heard that description tensed. “DAT AM HIM!” immediately she calmed, “Buh if wa Stweak says am twue, den mabey he habs wewned.” The stallion raced over at the yell accompanied by a toughie earth pony. “Wat am wong speciaw fwend?” “Dah owd smawty, am daw one Stweak caw Gokan.” The stallion growled, then stopped, and turned to Eric, “Dat munstaw fwuffy was mah daddeh, he gabe my mammah bad speciaw huggies, and den wowstest stomppies to aw mah bwubahs an’ sissies. Mummah went fovebah sweepies, pwotectn fwuffy.” Eric’s blood boiled. All the fluffies except Streak backed away, as Cire’s eyes turned a blood red.
“Streak let’s go, but first.” He beckoned Galadriel forward, and softly braided her mane, binding it in place with a morning glory vine, the flowers still in bloom. He did the same with her tail, picked up Streak, accepted a bow from the mare queen, and raced away out of deep area of the park, onto the path, and back into the modern world.
Eric heard Gokan’s screams before he even saw the crate, “wow he’s been like this since you picked him up,” Michel nodded and closed the door. “DUMMEH HOOMAN WET SMAWTY OWT! NEE’ BESTEST HUGGIES FWOM SMAWTY’S BABBEHS FOW WEGGIES COME BACK!” “So, I see that the events of the other night, was nothing but a show.” Gokan immediately went quiet, “Well, at least you want to see your babies. But what would you do if even their huggies, didn’t make your legs come back?” He had turned the crate () around and squatted down, Streak lay just out of view, “Do you really want to be a good fluffy?” Gokan nodded, “Really, because a certain, white and crème alicorn, told me that you have a history of being a rapist asshole.”
Gokan was stunned into silence, but a sparkle came into his eyes, a sparkle Cire now recognized as Gokan thinking of a way to get out of trouble. But instead of telling Eric about the sparkle, Cire considered and concluded to ‘let the asshole dig his grave first.’ Eric looked at Gokan, with pity and disgust. Gokan began crying, “Pwees daddeh, wet Gokan ouh. Nu nee sketties or toysies, jus gib bach speciaw fwen an’ babbehs. Nu wan anymowe huwties, nu wan be smawty anymowe, take smawtyness away. PWEES!” “It’s impossible to take away smartyness Gokan, but you can stop being one by becoming kind, friendly to all, and never give bad special huggies.
Gokan gave an almost real smile of hope, but Cire recognized it to be a smile of, ‘it’s working.’ Eric looked down as Streak, she nodded. Eric opened the cage door, “Tank ‘ou daddeh.” Gokan turned and saw Streak. “Speci…” “Nu. Nu am spechiaw fwen, am wiwwing tu be fwen doh.” “Buh, tummeh babbehs aw stiww Gokan babbehs?” “Yes. Deh awe.” “Den deh babbehs huggies wiww makh weggiess come bakh,” Gokan whispered to himself.
Eric took Gokan back to the apartment, and left him and Streak in the kitchen. Eric walked into his bedroom, and was just falling asleep when Streak screamed. Eric dashed into the kitchen to find Streak crying on the floor and Gokan on his back, blood on his mouth. Eric raced around and saw where Gokan had bit Streak, directly on her clitoris. Eric took care of Streak. As she was slowly relaxing again, Cire spoke up, ‘I knew it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Gokan’s eyes they betrayed him, I should have told you.’ ‘Let’s fuck him up.’ “Hello Gokan. What did you do?” “Dummeh Stweak would nu wet babbehs gib Gokan bestest huggies, fow weggies.” Eric reached down and began rubbing Gokan’s stump, instantly he became uncomfortable, “Pwees nu touchies dew, nu touchi wew weggi wiww be.” He began hyperventing and crying, “Pwees… pwees stahp, Nu wike. Nu Wike. Nu Wike. NU WIKE. NU WIKE! STAHP TOUCHEN SMAWTY DUMMEH POOPIE HOOMAN! REEEEEE!” Eric bitch slapped Gokan’s testicles and punched him in the diaphragm to wind him.
Eric grabbed Gokan’s left testicle, and began twisting. Gokan gargled a scream, as 1/3 of his man hood popped off, and then choaked as Eric forcefed him his own testicle. “Dummeh hooman take sowwyEEEEEE!” Eric shoved the remnants of Gokan’s tail into his rectal cavity. He next pinched Gokan’s other testicle while holding the rat’s mouth closed. Cire applied more and more pressure, until the kidney shaped object squelched into a mash. They ripped off the other testicle, scrotum, and the base of the sheath, and stuffed them into Gokan’s mouth.
Gokan gagged, coughed, and froze when he felt Eric’s hand on his no-no stick. “Pwees noice daddhe, nu huwt no NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!” They crushed the base of Gokan’s dick, ripped it off, and shoved it up his ass with his tail. Urine poured out of the hole that became his urethra. Eric grabbed salt and lemon and mixed a batch up in the sink. He picked up the still leaking Gokan and pressed him into the compound. After three minutes of screaming, Gokan’s voice finally gave out. “Finally, pain the only way that shits like you learn.” Immediately after he said that, it repeated in his brain louder, it echoed and changed. Eric stumbled backwards. his eyes dilated sending him into a haze. They fainted. “Pain is the only way that shits like you learn,” his father’s voice echoed in the void of their mind. They let out a scream, that echoed in their mind as if to will the void apart once more.
Light flashed and they were on a pillar in the center of the sea of their mind, memories splashing in the waves, “Eric, I think,” “we’re reforming.” Eric and Cire turned to each other, each on half of the forgotten whole. “He’s reforming,” both of the minds talked at the same time, “that time we fought, but this time…. why did we split what happened?” Thunder filled their mind, as the journey began.
Chapter #15: The Heartbreak of One, and the Rebirth of Another
They stood at the acropolis of their mind. Blue and red eyes watched as the waves crashed on the stone pillar. Each crash ensuing a melody of voices and scenes. But an entire portion of the violent sea of memories stood still and calm. The memories within locked behind that. Eric and Cire locked their arms and dived towards the calm. They dived into the still patch and broke through a mirror, and into a memory.
They looked around, it was a living room, their Mom paced back and forth in front of sofa, upon which sat… them. The 15-year-old boy that would split into Eric and Cire sat there, holding back worry and tears. Their Dad entered with a look of sadness, “It’s fake,” Eric turned to Cire, “What do you mean?” “The look on Dad’s face… it’s fake. It’s identical to Gokan when he lies, he’s not sad.” Their father spoke, “I’m sorry… but the doctors just called, and she… she’s… oh god… she’s gone…” “He’s fake, he’s not sad. He’s a… a smarty.” Eric stared at Cire, as their bodies began to become transparent.
The boy on the sofa, put a hand to his mouth, choked out a sob, and broke down tears flowing. “You go Nancy, I’ll stay and talk with…” a weird sound filled in their actual name. Their Mom, Nancy, left the room.” The boy wiped away tears and settled himself, putting on a fake smile, but their Dad’s voice stopped him, “I already saw, you weakling,” he spat the last word out with disgust. “In this world, you need to be tough, and I’ve tried toughening you, but you’re still a weakling. Is pain the only way you learn,” the boy tried to speak put their dad slapped him, “Don’t even speak, Pain is the only way shits like you learn.” The phrase that Eric had screamed at Gokan, “That’s why it echoed in our head. It was… our… dad.” The two minds became even more transparent as they watched their father swing his belt in the direction of the child.
The child dogged and punched their father in the testicles, three times before upper-cutting him. Their father stumbled back, and recovered. In the time that that recovery took, the child raced out the door. Eric and Cire chased after him. They raced into a group of nearby trees, weaving through them at lighting fast pace. It was dark, a branch smacked the boy in the forehead, but he didn’t pay it mind. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT.” “The voice from the park” a knife flashed as their father slammed it into a tree narrowly missing the child. This lasted fifteen minutes, the boy turned to see his lead, and slammed into a tree. As the kid stumbled backward, their father catches up, and used the flat of the blade to stun the child.
Eric gasped and tried to tackle their Dad, but they couldn’t change the past. The Father twirled the knife and raised it, “You know Aris, you did a good job, but in the end, you’re nothing.” The boy stared as the knife fell and cut starting at the left shoulder, directly through the left nipple, just above their belly button, and ending at the right side of their pelvis. The memory shattered like glass, the boy standing there opaque the cut glowing white. It opened its empty eyes. Eric and Cire embraced the child, and melded. They fused back into one mind in one body, Aris Antivi, a child cut in half mentally, and left with a scar. For the blade did cut hi deep enough to leave a scar, but no permanent damage, except for destroying a nipple but those things are useless on men.
He awoke, it was dark outside, Noah was siting on a chair across from the sofa he was laying on. A soft hu-huing ensued from the sink, where Gokan still lay in the salt and lemon. His wound had scabbed over, but did so in a way that every time he moved it tore. Aris got up and stretched his muscles. He walked over to the sink were Gokan looked up hopefully, Aris lifted Gokan by the neck, and choked him out of consciousness. Once the fluffy went limp, Aris dropped the fluffy back into the sink, and turned to Noah. Noah was asleep, the rips in his sleeves showing that he had definitely had to kick out some drunks.
Aris shook his head, ‘doofus.’ Aris went into the bathroom, his eyes seemed to shift back and forth from blue to red, but they were settling into the familiar purple. Slowly, he reached his right hand to his left shoulder, and then pulled the shirt neck down to see the top of the scar. He closed the door and locked it. Even when sleeping or showring, neither Eric nor Cire had ever actually examined the scar. He ran his hand down the scar, stopping at his left nipple. It was completely destroyed as the knife had cut directly through it, and all the movement from the years had caused what once was a pinkish circle to become a scab radiating crack like scars. The cut continued and ran down just over his belly button, and ran to his right pelvis. It was still visible and stood out white against his body.
Aris sighed, “How did I forget? Eric, Cire, they’re gone and yet, I’m them. This is confusing.” Aris entered his bedroom to see Streak sleeping peacefully, her clitoris, now looked normal, and Aris unclipped the clips holding her fluff away from the bitten area. He smiled and scratched her head. The image of Gokan latching onto her busted into his mind, and rage followed shortly.
Gokan had woken up from being choked out to find himself staring into two purple eyes. He tried to squeal, but found that his mouth had been tied shut with a bunch of rubber bands. He next tried pushing himself away with his remaining legs, only to find that he was sitting on sand paper… that was treated with salt and lemon… and the scab on his lower body, was directly affected by the paper. Aris watched as Gokan screamed in agony. “You know Gokan we’re fairly similar. Both of us were in a position where we couldn’t run from our father, and both of us watched as our respective fathers lifted a weapon,” Aris flicked out a Hasbio brand Sowwy Stickies Max Owies Edition, as Gokan shook his head tears pouring down while he muffled apologies and screeches. “Eric?” Aris stopped the stick raised, Noah had woken up, Aris turned to Noah lowering the stick, “your… your eyes they’re… purple.”
Aris sighed, “They’re gone Noah.” “What?” “Eric and Cire, they’re gone.” “What… who.” Eric inhaled and began at the night when he was cut in half mentally. He ended up telling Noah everything about the two smarties before Gokan, and their fates. Noah had sat down part way through the story, “So, you’re telling me that Eric Antivi, the man I knew since Highschool was half of a split mind, that this Cire character was the other half that stayed dormant for a while, now you are both of them, and you’re a different person?” Aris nodded, “That actually makes sense. Your mood swings were just them transitioning, and the eyes really gave it away. Well welcome back.” Aris smiled and then started as Gokan’s voice broke the mood.
While they had been talking, Gokan had been using his hooves to get the rubber bands off. “Demmeh hooman wet smawty off did, owiee gibben pap…” Aris lifter the stick and brought it crashing down on Gokan’s mouth splitting his jaw in two. “I’ve had it with you! Noah would you kindly go put earmuffs on Streak.” Noah left the room while Aris turned to the now wailing Gokan. Aris grabbed scissors and roughly chopped off about 90% of Gokan’s fluff. He grabbed Gokan and began sliding him back and forth over the paper. Every time the side of Gokan began to bleed, he rotated him. Next, he packed salt into the wounds, put the jaw back together with the rubber bands, stuffed his mouth with chili powder, and soaked him in lemon juice.
He placed his thumbs into Gokan’s nostrils and tore his nasal passages apart. Using that opportunity, he shoved ground mustard seed into his left nostril, and horse radish in his right. Instantly, Gokan began sneezing from the spices. Aris grabbed Gokan’s remaining ear and ripped off. He then drew up a sink of hot water, and dunked Gokan in and out of the water, careful to not let him drown. Gokan was obviously screaming, in pain, discomfort, and rage, but Aris did not care.
He then pillowed Gokan, reset his jaw, and use a bunch of his back up storage of Hasbio Fluffy Repair Gel, to make him a livable as possible. Aris smiled, as he shoved a catheter into his urethra. Gokan squirmed, but couldn’t move, to many muscle relaxants. He was a perfect, hairless, pillowed fluffy with no ears. “Oh, this isn’t over Gokan, this is far from over,” Gokan looked up at Aris with the classic puppy eyes. Aris reached forward and gently rubbed the back stump, Gokan began to cry. Aris smiled as he saw the last of Gokan’s bravado fade and die.
As Aris put Gokan back in his crate, leaving him to marinate in his sorrow. He heard the soft hu-huings that all pillow-fluffs exuded, but something was different it was the cries of absolute heartbreak, ‘good, now all I need is for my house to be finished.’
He entered the bedroom to see Noah asleep on his bed slumped against the wall that served as the head board. With Streak snuggled into the crook of Noah’s arm, Aris smiled at the sight, and slumped next to Noah, looking down at Streak’s belly. ‘Three lumps, means three babies,’ he thought, ‘and if the two smaller babies stay where they are, then the big baby will be born first, causing the womb to cramp, and crush them.’ Aris stroked Streak’s two little babies downward towards the birth canal. After a while, the babies did slowly start to move. Lulled to sleep by the motion, warmth, and internal peace, Aris slumped and fell into a deep dreamless sleep, one he would not awaken from until 7 in the morning when Noah woke up.
Chapter #16: Time Passes, and Life Changes
There were only two days left in Aris’s week off. Noah woke up to find Aris slumped next to him, Streak had moved across to Aris’s lap. Noah gently moved off the bed, but unlike Eric and Cire, Aris was a light sleeper and woke up. He watched through half-opened eyes as Noah left the room, Aris fell back, but did not fall asleep. Instead, he checked Streak over, and gently placed her on the bed. Her babies were still in place. Aris stretched, and decided to use the last two days to improve himself.
Aris dived into the one field of biological science that he had never explored before, human biology. Once the two days were up, Aris returned to Hasbio with new knowledge, new ideas, and a new plan. “Genetic mapping?” Michel had been surprised by Aris’s plan, but curiosity led him onwards, “What is it?” “Basically, we take the genetics of a DNA strand and determine what each section is attributed to, so… what part of the strand controls the liver, what strand controls the brain, the eyes, everything. I mean we are the first company that successfully created a new life form, well two new life forms if you count the Prototypes as a different animal, which it was. But that’s not the point. If we can map the genetics of a fluffy, we can map the genetics of any animal, and even humans.” “This sounds like the beginning of a horror movie. If we map the human genetic code, then people will want to try and make, ‘the perfect human.’” “Well that is a possibility, but all humanity is perfect in their own way, even those born disabled.” “Well currently, we have full force working on the bee-fluffs, so until they are done, this mapping idea will have to remain an idea, but… you know, if it could help with the bee fluffs.” “I’ll get started on mapping the bees, also I think I’ve figured them out.”
“Alicorns?” Dr. Jellenheimer read through the report, “You want to base the bee fluffs in alicorn DNA?” “Think about it, all we would need to do is isolate the fluffy’s flying gene, move the horn location to the rear, change the colorations, make them have hollow bones, and change the horn to a straight unicorn type. Basically, all we would actually need to do is map bee DNA and alicorn DNA.” Deric James, Dr. Jellenheimer, had once been the lead developer on the fluffies, but then Eric came a long and created a fluffy. “I don’t think that is a good idea, Aris. If we can map insect DNA and fluffy DNA then, what about…” “Humans? sigh Look James, I understand that that is a big risk, but what about the neural implants. They are biological technology that you developed, yet you didn’t release out-right, you released it in the form of fluffies.” “That’s because only you, Cele (Michel), Von Bakesphere (Victoria), and I know they exist.” “Well there is one more person, but I made him keep it secret.” “Who is it?” “Ark.” “Who is Ark, do they work here?” “No, Ark is their pseudonym, and they work at a bar.” “I though you didn’t drink.” “I can’t drink, and no he’s the bouncer, and also my oldest friend.”
James sighed, “Fine, let’s start mapping,” he then seemed to make a mental note, “But just as the neural implants remain secret, this must also remain secret.” “I was actually intending to do that.” “So, who will know?” “Me, you, Cele, and Von Bakesphere.” “The old quartet squad?” “Yup.” “Let’s do it.”
Over the next week Aris, Victoria, Michel, and James all worked together to map the DNA of a fluffy, since they were familiar with it. While Aris went to go get the required wing DNA, the other three used the massive storage of fluffies that were grown, bred, paired, sold, and tested. “Where did you get all this flying DNA?” Victoria looked up from the thirteen vials, only one marked Streak. “I might know of a secret herd full of good genes.” James looked over, “Where?” “Not telling, oh and by the way only five of those vials were pegasus.” Michel’s jaw dropped, Victoria mad her ‘what the f*#k face,’ and James just stared in wonder, “A whole herd of fluffies.” “Yep. It started off as a bunch of runts, bad colored fluffies, and in general rejected fluffies. They found each other and started a herd; they were the herd that ate the testing vegetable fluffies.” The three stared and waited, after a while Michel prompted him, “Well what happened?”
Aris looked down and tried to think of a way to explain it, “Well basically, I saved some of the babies, the parents cried themselves to death, and the Smarty traded himself for his herd, also, they were desperate for food, so I let them go.” James continued the prompt, “What happened to the smarty?” Aris made the ‘whelp’ face and just remained scilent for three whole minutes, “I might of… sort of… um… tortured him to death.” This made all three of his co-workers just stare with their mouths open as far as they could go. “In my defense, he did deserve it, and I would have probably killed his entire herd if he hadn’t traded himself in.” The three recovered slightly, “Well now a days they are still very friendly towards every color and type, but you don’t want to cross them. Apparently, another herd, led by the typical ass-hole smarty, came and demanded their food, mares, and homes, but their leader led them into a full-on battle, but never mind that, let’s get to mapping.” The process began by dissecting a fluffy, not really dissecting it, just using the fluffy to model to determine which part of the fluffy came from what. The list on animals was expansive, and some of them were not actually used, but after three hours, they determined the fluffies genetic makeup.
Subject Name: (#37481). Gender: (M). Type: (A+). (Side note, ‘+’ refers to the wings being large enough to fly).
Horn: Narwal & Goat
Eyes: Hamster, Hoarse, ‘X’
Internal Organs: Hoarse, Mini. Pony
Legs: Mini. Pony, Pudu Deer
Reproductive Organs: Dog, Mini. Pony, ‘X’
Wings: Swan, Peacock, Blue-Jay
Tail: Cat, Hoarse
Teeth and Tongue: ‘X’
Nose: Snake, Gerbil, Mini. Pony
Vocal Cords: ‘X’
Fluff: Alpaca, Malamute(dog), Angora Rabbit
Under-Fluff: Albatross, Arctic Fox
Mane: Hoarse, Mini. Pony, ‘X’
The four genetic researchers looked at their final graph, and James spoke up, “Hey Aris, whatever was ‘X.’” Victoria looked at the readout, “It was the foundation of the fluffies, but it’s nothing we’ve seen before.” Aris gnawed his lips as he slowly unhooked the now thoroughly tired stallion, “Well I’ll tell you this, it would cause chaos it the information went public, but don’t worry it comes from something in this room. Now, can we map the bee’s DNA?”
Michel looked at Aris with a new sense of skepticism, “Did you splice animals together to create specimen X?” “No. ‘X’ as you call it is an older race than the medieval era.” “Okay… I’ll trust you on this.” Mapping the Bee DNA was an easier thing to do and once that was done, they it to an alicorn-type micro-fluff. They then set up twenty bee-fluff experiments, and the rest of the day was spent finishing up other projects, and getting ready for new ones. The most prominent project was Gen. 3.
After living with Noah for two weeks, Aris’s house was finally done, and the furniture companies were already delivering. Gokan had been spending the entire week inside the carrier, eating dry kibble only getting water once a day, and he lay in a litterbox, who’s sand dug into his exposed under body. Every time Streak would walk into his view, he would start screaming at her, “Dummeh poopie mawe, it am yow fawt dat Gokan am wike dis.” Eventually, Aris had enough of this and gagged him, “Gokan, everything I’ve done to you, is because of what you have done, not Streak, not me, you.”
The next morning Aris waited until six in the morning when Noah woke up from his messed-up sleep schedule. “Aris, shouldn’t you be heading to work… oh that’s right you don’t work on Saturday.” “Morning Noah, and no I don’t have work today,” he paused as Noah grabbed the materials for his granola breakfast, “Is Gokan, always yelling at Streak?” “Oh yeah, and even when he sees me, he will say inhale ‘wet Smawty out an’ gib smawty bestest sketties.”
Aris laughed at Noah’s attempt at mimicking Gokan’s voice, but it was a wreck. “Nice voice Noah, but it’s a little higher. Hmm… hold his head and body straight for a second.” Noah pulled Gokan out of the carrier and slammed him onto his back, holding his head in alignment with his body.
Aris entered his room, Streak was sleeping on the bed and humming her mamma song. He walked over to his suitcase and popped it open, inside was a bag. He took the bag and set it next to the table on which Gokan was now held and pulled out a box. Aris returned with that box. It said, ‘Hasbio Fluffy Silencing Kit.’ “What is that?” “It’s a new product that is being tested, so I requested one. Umm… love the indicative Noah, but he needs to be on his chest.” As Noah flipped over Gokan, Aris put on an apron, opened the kit, put the two AAA batteries into the tool, and took out the mouth seater. The mouth seater looked like rotisserie fork with two splayed prongs, at the end of the prongs were two tooth pillows. Aris removed the ball gag, and just as Gokan began screaming about promising to be a ‘gud fwuffy,’ but Aris just shoved the tool in splaying Gokan’s jaws open to almost the breaking point. Gokan began crying and wailing, through his distorted speech, which Aris was proficient in understanding, Gokan cried for mercy.
“Stop screaming or I’ll rip your tongue out rapist,” Gokan instantly went scilent, but kept on crying. Aris slid the second tool in and clicked on the light, using the small camera connected to a screen on the handle, Aris navigated down Gokan’s trachea to the voice box. Once there Arris extended to razor sharp blade out of the tube, just below the camera, and slowly he sliced into the voice box, careful not to actually mute him. He watched as the blood slowly seeped out and seconds later stopped. He retracted the blade and removed the tools. Gokan coughed/spart blood onto Aris’s apron. He gave a wail, “Wai tawki pwaaAAAACE! REEEEEE! TAWKIE PWACE HAB BIGGEST HUWTIES!” Aris slammed Gokan’s head onto the tail, narrowly missing his tongue. Gokan began to silently weep. Aris looked at the wrecked wings, they were still there on Gokan’s back. Aris clenched the left one, squeezed it flat, and ripped it off.
It took Noah five seconds to slam the ball gag into Gokan’s mouth, and even then, it took another thirty seconds for Gokan’s voice to break and for him to cough up some blood. Aris grinned and from the same bag, he drew the bottle of ‘special disinfectant.’ Instantly, upon seeing it, Gokan began to shake his head and whine. Aris opened it and put a cotton ball on top of the opening. Flipping the bottle over and back, he soaked the cotton ball with the substance. Gokan wiggled from side to side, silently screaming and balling with snot pouring from his nose. “I haven’t even applied the disinfectant yet Gokan.” He did, and Gokan screeched for five seconds straight and fainted from the pain, foam and saliva pouring from his mouth.
“Yeesh… it looks like he’s possessed.” “Oh, he is.” “WHAT?!” “Possessed by smarty syndrome.” “Oh. That makes sense… aren’t you going to do the other wing?” “No not yet, I need him to be awake. If he goes through enough pain, then eventually he’ll be reduced to ‘foal state.’ Basically, he will act and think like a baby, it’s like amnesia.” “What will you do then?” “I don’t know, use the recovered video recordings of him being an ass-hole to cause him to hate himself.”
Unknown to Aris, Gokan was listening, the pain had sent him into temporary paralysis, but he could hear, and he could still think straight. ‘Su, aww Smawty hab to do am act wike babbeh? fine, Smawty act wike wittwe babbeh. Den Smawty be abwe to get cwose to Smawty’s babbehs, an’ dey wiww gib Smawty huggies su gud, Smawty’s weggies, heaw-pwacies, pwetty pointy, an’ pewfect wingies wiww come back. An’ if day don’ den dey awe bad babbehs.’ Aris removed the ball gag, “he’ll choke if I don’t.”
After thirty minutes Gokan finally regained control over his body. “He lifted his head and tried to walk only to remember, ‘you can’t walk without legs,’ “stoopy hooman” he muttered. Then, jerking his head, he pointed his body towards Aris, “STOOPY HOOMAN! GIB BACH REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *aasofhwqjlkfvnsdjgvalkjgnjaksdfl. *” Aris tore off Gokan’s other lump of a wing, and slammed the still soaked cotton ball onto the wound. As he applied the disinfectant, Gokan made a disgusting sound. He then injected Gokan with a substance that forced him to remain awake. He reached into the bag and pulled out a tube of ‘Hasbio Fwuffy Fwuff Wemover.’
Gokan stared as Aris put on latex gloves, and measure out one tablespoon of the white paste into a big popcorn bowl, and diluted it with water. It smelled slightly of sulfur and rotting fish. Aris picked up a panicking Gokan, and dipped him into the bowl. A few seconds in Gokan was calming, “so wamsies *coo. * smawty wub wamsies wawa.” One minute in, Gokan began to panic, “Tuu wamsies.” One and a half minutes in, he was struggling in Aris’s hands, “Buwnie, wawa buwnie, pwees wet Gokan out.” It was an interesting thing; every time Gokan was calm, happy, and comfortable he refered to himself as Smarty, but when he was panicking, distressed, and in pain, he referred to himself as the name Aris had given him. ‘Trying to pull at my heart huh Gokan.’
After the required five minutes Aris lifted Gokan up, most of his fluff fell off into the bowl. Any patches that were left on, Aris ripped off. He pulled off his mane, slid the tail fluff off, and plopped Gokan onto a towel. Gokan lay his head down scilent. “I think I might have done it.” “Is he…” Gokan’s eyes were half closed and his mouth was lulling. Aris watched as Gokan’s eyes slowly opened; he looked up. Aris could almost see the implant clicking in his mind.
Gokan’s pupils adjusted to focus his eyes onto Aris. In a much higher and baby-er voice, Gokan said, “Nu… nuw daddeh.” Noah’s jaw dropped, “He’s reverted to a foal.” “Yep.” “You know, this calls into a moral question Aris.” “How so?” “The Gokan that hurt Streak is… well gone, sort of.” “It doesn’t change anything, and don’t worry he won’t forget for long.” But Noah had planted the seed of concern in Aris, concern for Gokan? no for… he didn’t know what.
Aris scratched the fluff less Gokan under the chin. Gokan at first winced at the tender skin then cooed and leaned into the hand, and thought for a second, ‘Gokan is dead. The only reason he became a Smarty was because of his mother. Maybe…’ “Shokan.” “Am dat fwuffies namsies?” “Not yet. Right now, you’re Gokan.” Gokan gasped happily, “Tank ‘ou daddeh. Dat am bestest namesies.” Noah looked at Aris, “What?” “Gokan means rapist in Japanese. Shokan means redeemed in Japanese.” Noah stared at Aris, ‘has he forgotten everything that Gokan…’ Noah’s train of thought was cut short by Streak’s voice, “Daddeh, biggest tummeh babbeh am gibben Stweak’s tummeh owiees.” As Aris turned, Gokan and Streak locked gazes. “Daddeh, wai ‘ou gibben Gokan scwitches?”
Aris wrapped Gokan in the towel and placed him in front of a bowl of wet kibble, “Tell me when you need to make poopies and peepeeis Gokan.” The fluffy looked up smiling, his fluff less tail wagging happily, “Otay daddeh. Gokan wiww tew ‘ou w’en nee make poopies.” He then walked to a now thoroughly confused Streak. “Okay Streak… Gokan is gone, I think… I hope.” “Buh how?” “Well when a fluffy is put into enough pain without relief for a long time, then they… reset. Their minds just… well… how do I explain this?” “Dey become babbehs again?” “Yes exactly. Thank you.” “Stweak nu twust Gokan!.. at weast not yet.” “I don’t trust him either. Just as you are intelligent, Gokan, hopefully, was manipulative. Now then how’s your baby?”
Chapter #17: Part 1: A New Home, and a New Friend.
It took the entirety of Saturday to finish moving into the new house, but it was worth it. Streak’s belly was starting to touch the ground, so Aris set up a temporary bed, litterbox, and auto feeder and waterer downstairs and slept on the sofa. Gokan had still been acting like a baby, and Aris could not see the deceptive spark that his father and Gokan had once had. Streak was starting to warm up to him, and because of his fluff less state, it was regrowing slowly, he would be could in the night despite the blanket Aris would wrap him in. So, Streak in her heart of kindness, would wake up Aris, and have him wrap her and Gokan together.
Sunday came and Aris used his college level engineering course to build a small elevator running up the spiral-stair-case to the landing on the second floor. He showed Streak how to use the little lift, but every time Gokan was alone for over five minutes he would start to cry and ask for ‘huggsies an’ milkies pwees.’ After ten minutes of being alone, he would begin wailing, and coughing on the blood from his voice box. Aris had injected Gokan’s voice box with a repairing serum, that was still in testing, to help heal those scars. Aris had also surgically used the same serum to recreate the left side of Gokan’s pelvis, and hide the bare flaps of his stumps under skin that would start growing fluff. Gokan had a little bladder control left, and would use it; however, every now and then he would wet the towel. So, Aris used a litter pal setup to position Gokan above a litterbox. This setup worked successfully, but Gokan still needed to have either him or Streak be near him.
Streak and Gokan did grow close, and Gokan would use his head to ‘hug’ Streak every time her biggest baby moved or kicked. Every time one of her little babies moved or kicked, she would have ‘biggest heart happies’ since that meant they were still alive. On the following Wednesday, Aris began doing daily checkups on Streak. “Any day now Streak.” “Stweak nu can wait fow babbehs,” she wagged her tail hapilly clutching her belly. Gokan spoke up, “Nidar can Go…” “Shokan.” Gokan stared at Aris, “You’re not a gokan any more, you have redeemed yourself. So, I now name you Shokan, which means ‘redeem.’” Aris stared into Shokan’s eyes waiting for the flash, waiting for Gokan to reveal himself, but instead he was met with excitement, “GASP! Weawy, dat am pweetiest namesies fow’ Go… Shokan wub namsies. Shokan wub ‘ou, an’ Stweak, an’ dah soon babbehs. Shokan wub ‘ou all.”
Aris stared with an amused smile on his face, ‘Gokan’s really gone.” Streak flipped onto her stomach and lifter herself up, her belly one inch of the floor. She had grown a little, but not enough. Streak waddled forward to Shokan and hugged him. Hugan smiled and chirped happily, the smile was replaced by the ‘whelp’ face, “Daddeh. Shokan nee’ make poopies… wight nau.”
Friday came and Streak was constantly uncomfortable, but she put on a brave face and waved ‘good-bye’ to her daddeh. After that Shokan and Streak began talking about things. Eventually the conversation turned to how they met. Streak had been telling the story about how she had led the fifteen other males to their death, when she stopped, ‘stoopy Stweak went on tangen’ again.” Shokan looked down, “oh yeah Shokan wemeber dat.” Streak looked at Shokan forcing a smile while secretly beginning to panic. “Shokan wemmebr ebeyting,” Streak began to slowly get up, “buh Shokan nu am Gokan nu mowe.” He tilted his body and looked at the place where his leg would have been. “Shokan nu cawe abou’ weggies, ow wingies, ow hownsies nu mowe. Onwy wan tu be wit ‘ou and babbehs.”
Streak smiled at Shokan, walked forward, “Stweak can nebeah wub ‘ou wike spechaw fwen,” Shokan’s face fell into tears. Quickly Streak continued, “Buh fwuffies can stiww be fwends.” Shokan stopped and smiled, “Weawwy Stweak fowgive Shokan?” Streak stared, ‘have I forgiven him?’ “Yesh, Stweak fowgives ‘ou.” Shokan’s face turned into a smile from ear to ear, his tail wagging waster than ever before. “Oh tank ‘ou tank ‘ou tank ‘ou tank ‘ou tank ‘ou fwen.” Streak hugged Shokan around the neck, but something felt, “babbehs!”
Aris had been reluctant to leave Streak that morning, but the bee fluffy prototypes were going to hatch at noon. As Aris walked up to his office door, he heard the voices of Victoria and Michel. “What do you think?” it was Michel. “He has been working for Hasbio for… well since it began,” Victoria. “I still don’t understand how though.” “The proof is undeniable.” “But… I just specimen ‘X’ it just… goes against everything we’ve seen him stand for,” Michel’s voice sounded worried. Aris thought to himself, “Did they find out about X?”
He walked in, “Ahh, good mourning you two. How are the proto-bees?” Victoria talked first, “They are going well, but well we need to talk about…” she looked to Michel to finish. “We need to talk about specimen X.” Aris pulled out three folders filled with blank note paper, handing one to Victoria and cone to Michel, “How so?” Michel looked at Victoria and then answered, “It’s human… isn’t it?” Aris stopped, short looking at the opposite wall, he turned to Michel and Victoria. “It’s me.” Michel and Victoria’s jaws simultaneously dropped, “I am specimen X.”
Chapter #17: Part 2: Holy Mother Forking Shirt Balls
“Holy Mother Forking Shirt Balls.” Victoria’s mouth closed once she finished the sentence. “You’re specimen X?” Michel kindly finished. Aris walked to the door, “Yep, now then we have a reputation to save. If we don’t get the proto-bee-fluffs into the news, Hasbio will go under scrutiny… again.”
Aris left towards the lab, Victoria and Michel racing after him. “Ah… Dr. Jellenheimer, how are our little bees?” Vitoria and Michel entered just as Dr. James. began, “Well so far the eggs have been developing nicely, they should be hatching very soon, oh hello you two.” Aris was quickly jotting down notes, and looking at the cluster of eggs. James, Victoria, and Michel began talking quietly while Aris watched as one of the eggs split open. The three other people talked low and quietly. “We can not go public with this information.” “Why not?” “If abusers find out that they’ve been abusing basically a ten-year-old…” “Then we’ll have trouble.” Aris’s voice cut in, “Well hello little one, welcome to the world.
Bee fluffies have five stages of life. Egg, pupa, or hatchling, cocoon, youngling, adult. For every twenty males there would be one female, or queen. This pupa was the queen the queen began peeping. Aris quickly dribbled some high nutrient fluid into her mouth. After one teaspoon, she gave a small burb and snuggled into the artificial bee hive that was set up for them. The three people ended their debate with the decision that. “It’s Aris’s decision to make, he is the fluffy father. Wait now his name makes sense,” and they came over to help with the remaining twenty eggs, all male. The babies were all healthy and in perfect condition.
The press release went off without a hitch, some of the public were excited, some were mad that a new fluffy was being developed, and some were releaved that the bee population would soon have help. Among the audience the most popular question was, “how will they interact with the plant fluffies.” To which Michel answered, “Bee fluffies are designed to pollinate all plant, but are specifically designed to aid the vegetable friends breed.”
Three hours later Aris was filling reports and his Friday was coming to a close. Noah called him, apparently there was special event going on at the bar. Aris drove and entered the bar to see a banner that said, ‘Lady’s night, women half off.’ Aris found Noah, “Really you called me here for women? Women?” “Yeah that’s your thing, right?” “Yes, but…” Aris cast a careful stare at each of the currently ten unaccompanied women, “no, no, no, definitely no, ah heck no, she’s okay, she is clearly high, that one is drunk, and she… she’s okay, but not my type.” Aris pointed to a woman in jeans and a work suit, “She looks to be your type.” Aris turned to Noah, and for the first time in a while examined him, walking around him, “No, you’re actually more suited for her.” He wrote down a quick message on a card and flicked it to Noah, “good luck bouncer boy. I’ve got pregnant girl at home who could pop any second.” Noah looked after Aris confused then realized that he meant Streak.
Aris walked to his car then stopped, he walked back to the alley way. There was now only a malnourished mare with three babies trying to suckle her empty nipples. As soon as she saw him, she squealed and raced under the dumpster, the babies following. She was a beautiful ocean blue and green earth type fluffy, and as she had looked towards him Aris glimpsed number in her ear. He approached the dumbster, and a small voice escaped that black void, “Pwees nu huwties, nu tach babbehs. Nu meen to make ugwy babbehs.” ‘Shit Factory Syndrome,’ Aris mumbled the mare had good colors yet all she could make was bad colored babies.
Aris knelt down on a piece of clean dry carboard and began humming a tune. After a few seconds the babies crawled out, and then the mare. “Mistah know dat song?” Aris gently pet the fluffy, “I’m going to take you to a herd, where they will love you, and your poopie babies.” The mare smiled hopefully. Aris gently lifter her foals onto her back and picked up the mare, heading for the park.
Galadriel was happy to see the fluffy protector and even happier to accept the mare and her babies. Aris then raced off to the ally way behind the houses and stopped at his. He opened the gate and entered the greenhouse; it had survived the fire. He grabbed a basket and filled it with all the excess vegetables. He then raced back to the herd, there was one hour od daylight left when he arrived back. The mare had eaten, and was nursing her foals. Aris placed the basket down and let the toughies drag it to the herd’s food storage and returned the basket. Aris smiled and left for his house. All is well, I should probably stimulate a birth tomarrow. He watched the sun set, and went inside.
Streak was asleep on her side with Shokan providing support so she didn’t fall over. Aris smiled at the two. “You’ve really come a long way Gokan, to think that you’re gone and this sweet child is now in control.” Aris yawned and stretched. He walked into the living room, and collapsed on the sofa.
There will have to be a fourth part. Sorry