Chapter #18: A Difficult Decision and Deceptions End
Aris woke up to a shriek, “EE DADDEH HEWP! gargle gag.” Aris turned over and landed on the floor with a slam. He raced into the kitchen to find Streak’s hind quarters covered in blood, Shokan eating her alive. He looked up, grinned at Aris with fangs and lunged.
He awoke on the couch with a start. He got up and walked into the kitchen. Shokan and Streak sleeping peacefully. Aris sighed with relief and went upstairs. The master bedroom was all decked out and ready for him, but he had never used it before. The bed was soft and welcomed Aris. He was falling asleep when his phone buzzed, “6:30 ugh.” Aris stretched and yawned. He walked down the spiral stairs and entered his new kitchen. Out of the pantry came the coffee and the pot. Aris watched the pot fill, and then poured it into a cup. He mixed in the half and half, when he heard the jingle of Streak’s collar.
He watched as she slowly extracted herself from the bed careful to avoid waking Shokan. She flapped hard, but only managed to rise one foot before gravity forced her to the ground. Aris bent down and picked her up, “Hold on darling, you can’t fly while pregnant. Okay?” “Sowwy Steak fogowt.” “It’s okay dear.”
Aris pet her then began brushing her down. She purred softly as he smoothed her fluff, and cooed gently as Aris brushed and braided her tail. “Can you get on your side please.” Streak lay down and tilted to the side. She hugged her tummy and subconsciously began humming one of the momma songs. Aris listened to the tune while he checked her stomach over. As he noted that her two little babies were prime to be born first followed by their bigger sibling, he could not recognize the song. There were three pre-programmed momma songs. “Good Babies Make Good Poopsies in the Wittah Box,” was the most widly known, “Soon Mamma Wub Soon Babbehs,” is one that pregnant mares will sing, and “Com’ tu Mammah an’ Hab Miwkies,” is a song that nursing mare sing to their babies to encourage them to nurse. This song was different and new, it was the song that… Aris inhaled sharply.
His mother had never sung that song, and yet… he. A memory faint and distant a voice, different from all others, and a song buried deep in his subconscious, a lullaby his mother, and yet, it was not his mother’s voice. Streak’s voice broke him from his trance, “Daddeh? Wai habent babbehs com’ yet?” Aris readjusted his eyes to Streak, “Sorry darling, daddy’s memories are a bit confused right now. Could you repeat the question please?” Streak looked at Aris’s eyes; they were no longer the plain purple; they were now a faint royal purple. Streak was snapped back to reality by her biggest baby kicking. “Oof, biggest babbeh keep kikken. Daddeh, wai babbehs nu… comen…” She stared off into the distance, “Streak?” Streak stood up and gritted her teeth. One minute later she exhaled and calmed, “sowwy babbeh been giben Stweak owiees mowe an’ mowe often.”
Aris considered for a second the many situations, “hold still.” He went to the basement and retrieved a sonagram device. He attached it to his phone and opened the corresponding app. The device softly hummed. Aris rubbed it on Streak’s baby bumps. The big baby was fully developed and ready, but, unsurprisingly, the two little babies were close to full development. If the two babies were born now, they would be runts. All runts have a 10-35% chance of surviving the actual birth, and if they are accepted by their mother, they will still only have a 25% chance of maturing.
“Streak, you have a difficult choice now. Your big baby is ready to be born, but your little ones aren’t ready to be born yet. Even then I don’t think you should wait any more to have them born.” Streak looked at him confused, “Buh if wittwe babbehs nu am weady wai hab dem yet?” “The longer you delay the birth the more you put your big baby at risk, but evenit your little babies are born there is a chance that they will live. So, what’s your choice? Risk the guaranteed health of your big baby or the little ones?” Streak thought long and hard.
However, at 7:00, her question was answered for her. When normal pregnant mares are about to give birth, the cry of ‘biggest poopies,’ or ‘babbeh commin,’ but that is because they are programmed to do. Even alicorns have their form of birth announcement. Streak whined and made her way to Aris’s hand, and bit it softly. Screaming into his hand, Streak began to cry. When an alicorn mare goes through the initial contractions, she will bite her special friend’s fluff, making them alert, and scream into it in order to quite the initial yell. The first scream will end when the mare’s waters break.
Aris lifted Streak into the sink, and pried open Streak’s jaws, slipping a hot pad in his hand’s place. He rubbed the bite mark until it started to fade. The splash of her waters filled the sink, and Streak’s contractions began. Aris placed a towel on the floor, placed Streak on it, and put Shokan close to her. Shokan hugged Streak’s neck with his while Aris then maneuvered Streak into a better birthing position. He grabbed a stout pillow, and used it to prop Streak up. Shokan shuffled on the wooden floor around to her head, “Don’ wowwy Stweak, Shokan hewe.” Streak shifted and hugged Shokan’s neck, “GASP stweek to toight, shokan nu can bweeve.” Aris loosened Streak’s grip on Shokan, “Streak, you need to keep your legs straight.” Aris tucked Streak’s tail away from her birth canal. She was sort of sitting on her behind, but he kept her hooves on the floor. She began panting and gasping, then she shrieked, then was panting again.
Aris began timing Streak’s contractions, three minutes apart, then three and a half, and finally two minutes apart. Streak strained as her first baby crowned. The baby slid out and fell into Aris’s hands. Shokan shuffled forward, “Hewe daddeh, hewp Stweak, wet Shokan wikie cweanie dah babbeh.” Aris laid the now peeping baby in front of Shokan, and returned to Streak. The second baby crowned, and Aris wiped it off with a washcloth, “Okay Streak, I need you to pant like a dog, it will delay your final baby.” Streak did so which allowed her two babies to nurse. Once they were full, Streak had to stop panting, and three consecutive contractions. The two babies fell off only to be caught by Aris.
“Here Shokan take them, I need to take care of the third baby.” Aris lifted Streak off the floor and placed her on the table, putting her on the table. He raced to the basement, and came back carrying a box.
Shokan nuzzled the now sleeping runts, “Shokan wub ‘ou cus yow Shokan’s babbehs, an’ aw dah gud babbehs get hugsies an’ wub. Babbehs gib best hugsies an’ make Shokan’s dummeh weggies come bach. An’ den bebbehs bestest huggsies bwing bach wingies and hown. Den daddeh wiww gib ‘ou bestest hugsies and bestest wub. Wub dat no odah fwuffy ebah could gib ‘ou.” The babies peeped and as Shokan bent down his head, they crawled towards him. Shokan reached down and positioned the babies where is left leg would be, “Nao gib bestest hugsies make weggies com’ bach.” The babies hugged the stump, nothing happened. “Shokan,” Streak’s voice came from the table, “aw dah babbeh otAYYYY!!!” Another contraction ripped through Streak; her biggest baby was stretching her cervix to beyond its limit. “DEY OTAY STWEAK!” Shokan called to reassure Streak, and then whispered to himself, “dey jus dummeh babbehs.”
Aris was working quickly, using forceps to spread her birth canal to the max, muscle relaxants to ease her pain and aid the baby, but it was no use he would need to cut her cervix; however, the necessary tool was in the basement. “Streak I need you to try and stop your baby, okay,” without waiting for a response, he raced away, “I’ll be right back!” “DADDEH! Daddeh nu weave Stweak pwees… pwees ne… BIGGEST POOPSIES!” Streak flipped over, went into a crouching position, and pushed. She pushed the baby out, she pushed through the pain, she screamed through the pain, she screamed the baby out, “PWEES BABBEH COME! PLEASE BE BORN! AHHHHHH! pant-pant daddeh nu can wai’ any mowe sccREEEEEEEEEE!!!” “STREAK NO!” Aris arrived just in time to see Streak’s cervix rip in half, as the final baby was born. Streak collapsed wailing in pain. Aris quickly moved to clean the wound.
Three minutes later, Streak had stopped bleeding and was licking her baby clean, while Aris repaired her internal systems. He had to remove one of her ovaries, but she was alive. Aris then took a look at the baby and gasped. It was beautiful. She was an alicorn with wings already covering her sides. Her under coat was a soft mix of sunrise colors, her coat and wings were a bright cleat sky blue, and her mane, tail, and horn were cloud white, her mane and tail were also fluffy like clouds. Gasp “Dat am dah pweatist babbehs Shokan ebah seen,” Shokan shunted forward, “Mabey deh can gib gud huggies.” Aris was to preoccupied by helping the baby nurse from Streak, to notice the odd silence. Aris finished cleaning the baby after its first milkies, when Streak asked the question which would end all joy felt that day, “Shokan wai wittew babbehs nu make cheepies.”
Aris froze in his movements, and turned to see Shokan smiling up at them, blood around his mouth. “Don’ wowwy spechaw fwend Stweak. Shokan aweady take cawe ob babbehs. Dey wew dummeh babbehs, an’ dummeh babbehs nu get hugsies an’ wub. Buh dey did du one gud ting.” Streak was beginning to cry, holding her last baby, which, sensing the distress, was now peeping frantically. Aris could only ask, although he already knew, “What have you done?” “Shokan nummed dah bad babbehs, now dey stopped Shokan’s tummeh owiees.” “Why were they bad babies, Shokan.” “Dew huggies were bad huggies. Nu gib Shokan weggies back.” “Daddeh,” Aris turned to Streak, “Shokan tow’ Stweak dat he stiw wemembew ebwytin, towd Stweak dat he wanted to wub aw dah babbehs, Gokan nebah weft, Gokan onwy twicked ‘ou daddeh.”
If the room had gathered any heat from Aris’s rapid movement, instantly it was all gone. “So, Gokan you were only pretending to be a good fluffy. So, you could get close to your babies. So, they could hug your legs back?” Gokan couldn’t move, the voice was dark, still high, but dark, controlling, paralyzing, and demanding of the truth. All Gokan could do was whimper a small, “Yesh daddeh… pwees nu huwties Sho…” Aris snapped around, “Gokan, you were never Shokan.” Gokan looked at Aris, his face displaying absolute terror.
Aris’s voice broke the silence, “Streak,” he lifted her onto the floor, she could walk, placed her baby on her back, and commanded her, “Go to the safe room dear.” Streak walked slowly to the little lift, rode it up, and after a while, Aris heard the soft click of the door. Once that was done, Aris’s head snapped towards Gokan, causing a stream of scaredy poopies and peepees. Aris grabbed the now thoroughly terrified fluffy by the tail, and caried him to the basement. The false wall had been half open since the fire, Aris opened it to the max and dropped Gokan into the sink. He placed another table in the center of the room, and scrubbed it down. He disinfected the entire room, and set up another tray, careful to keep the tools clean. Aris checked over that everything was in place, but he was missing one thing.
Emily Andrews had finally landed a job that paid more than Fluffy Mart. She was busy training her replacement in the ways of taking care of the rejected foals, when the door chimed a small “Ta-ting Has-bio.” This chime only played for prominent employees of Hasbio who had special access to all Hasbio stores. The store opened in thirty minutes, but the people with this kind of access, could come in up to one hour before opening. Emily started when she saw that it was the man with the Alicorn, “Hello, sir. I didn’t know you worked for Hasbio.” “Good morning Emily,” she shuddered at the voice. Her mother had been a drug addict, but managed to keep it secret from Emily’s father for two months. The voice was the same as her father’s had been, when he caught his wife lighting up a joint. It was restrained, for Emily’s sake, but cold and filled with hate.
Aris moved past Emily walking with a terrifying purpose, glanced at the now three alicorn foals for sale, all crying because their mothers had pushed them away. However, he stopped at the sound of a ‘special’ colt on sale. ‘Smarty Colt, 1$ Tax Already Included’ was pasted above the self-centered creature. It stared at Aris, its cheeks puffed, “Dummeh hooman gib smawty nuw housie an’ sketties an’ pwetty mawe’ an’ bestest…” Aris opened his eyes all the way and stared the colt into silence. Emily and the trainee watched as the colt pissed and shat himself, the begin crying, then wailing for its mother. Aris held up his right hand, arranged his fingers, and snapped. The sound was deafening for the smarty. The other fluffies stared at the source of this sound, but then immediately shifted to watch the Smarty. It began screaming with terror. He tried to pull his eyes form the figure, but couldn’t. Suddenly the colt began trembling, and his screams turning gargles, as his neural implant buzzed.
The colt put his hooves to his head, gave one last pathetic wail before returning to a scream. “HEAD HUWTIES! SMAWTY HAB BIGGETS HEAD HUWTIES! NEE MAMA, NEE HUGGIES! NEE… REEE…silence.” Blood began pouring from the colt’s eyes as the neural implant within his brain blew with a pop. The colt fell back, a hole where his left eye should be, and his right eye lolling out of its socket. The small body twitched, as Aris counted three dollars out and placed them next to the corpse, “Sorry, but I’m currently dealing with a smarty, and other smarties just put me off right now.” Emily watched Aris grabbed a fluffy feeding tube for milk bags with a mouth implant, walked to the new self-check-out, and purchased the device. “Have a nice day Emily,” he nodded to her and left. The trainee stared after him and spoke for the first time since Aris entered, “What… the-fuck?”
Chapter #19: Gokan’s Fate & The Break of Dawn
Aris walked down the basement stairs, a horrifying reek ensuing from the sink. So, he turned on the water to the coldest setting, and began scrubbing Gokan with soap, careful to get it into the shit-rat’s eyes. He protested with all his usual ‘fwuffy sowwys’ and ‘pwomis tu be gud fwuffy,’ but Aris had had enough. “I should have done this when you raped Streak.” Aris shaved Gokan, and then, to make sure he had gotten all his fluff, waxed him.
Once Gokan was 100% fluff-less, he once again scrubbed him with disinfectant, no point in having him die from an infection. Aris injected Gokan with a strong muscle relaxant causing Gokan to become practically paralyzed, but Gokan could still feel. Aris opened a case of tools, all of them vacuumed sealed and ready. He put on Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture, and began, humming along with the piece.
He cut Gokan open and skinned him up to his front stumps. Then he quickly de-boned the now crying, but unmoving, fluffy up to his top eight vertebra, so that the diaphragm, heart, and stomach would still be operating. He next took out any unnecessary blood vessels, muscle tissue, and organs, leaving the fluffy a mass of intestines tied with string to a ribcage, that contained a beating heart, and slowly moving lungs.
Gokan was in intense pain, but he could not escape it by going unconscious Aris, had made sure of that. The app on Aris’s phone that connected to Gokan’s implant was buzzing as Gokan silently screamed and cried. Aris finished and did a double take, “Hmm… you look like the Hive Mind from the YouTube series Dystopia.” Aris chuckled at Gokan’s clear discomfort. He surgically attached Gokan’s urethra to empty into his rectum, then attached the end of Gokan’s intestinal Tract to a tube that emptied into a container.
Aris took the mailbag mouth attachment out of the sanitizer. He them smirked at the silently crying Gokan, “You know Gokan, this can’t go in as long as your teeth are in your jaw.” Aris could see the desperation, fear, hatred, and absolute terror in Gokan’s eyes. He grabbed a pair of pliers, and using the jaw splaying tool, propped open Gokan’s jaw to the near breaking point.
He pulled out all of Gokan’s teeth, starting with his molars, then his incisors, then his canines, and finally the four wisdom teeth. Aris then cut out Gokan’s tongue with such precision and delicacy, that it looked like Gokan was born without one, well except for the part where it attached to the mouth, that part was bleeding. While waiting for the bleeding to slow, Aris took and adjusted the jaw attachment, disconnecting the hose that slide through it. He lined the barbed pins of the attachment up with the now empty spaces left behind by the teeth, and then followed the instructions. He heated the attachment to 150 degrees to seal the mouth to the attachment, and to cauterize any bleeding.
When the attachment was at the appropriate temperature, and the bleeding had slowed sufficiently, Aris used the included tongs to line up the device, took out the jaw splaying device, and slammed Gokan’s mouth shut directly into place. The heat from the metal burned Gokan’s lips together sealing his mouth shut. The place where the hose would slide through had been extenuated, so the lips would not cover it. Gokan was crying unending, through the entire process. Aris picked up the fluffy and dipped his mouth into a bowl of water, cooling the metal faster. Gokan coughed water up and out of his nose, swallowing any that went into his mouth.
Aris slid the hose into Gokan’s throat, careful to cause as many gag reflexes as possible. Once the hose was in place, he screwed on the last part, and Gokan was now immobile, and in incredible pain. He would eat from a tube for the remainder of his life. “You’re probably wondering when I’ll kill you, huh?” Gokan looked at Aris imploring for death at that very moment, “well, when Streak dies… you die, and until then, you’ll serve a purpose.” Aris went up the stairs and returned with a bin labeled, ‘Auto litter box storage tank. Empty as needed.’ Gokan squealed, the muscle relaxant wearing off, as he now knew his purpose. He was nothing more than a poopie num-er.
Aris dumped the clumped feces and urine out of the container into a mixing bowl. The mixer was Aris’s old one, that had somehow survived the fire. He combined the clumped feces and urine into the bowl and mixed it with water into a foul-smelling mush. He dumped the concoction into the milk bag feeder, that attached to the mouth pipe. He clicked on the machine, and watched as Gokan gagged, struggle, screamed, and wailed. Aris left Gokan with a camera feed to Streak’s safe room, where she was hugging and playing with her baby.
Aris took a shower and washed away all the hatred, smell, and stress caused by turning Gokan into a litter-pal. He stopped, it had been a month since he had… he undid the five hair pins on the back of his head, and let his hair fall to its true length, “seven inches, might need to get you cut soon.” Aris’s trimmed his hair every Sunday making sure that his side burns were non-existent, any facial hair was gotten rid of, and that his crown and nape hair were pulled back and flattened using those five pins.
He thoroughly washed off any sent of Gokan or the basement, and set his hair in a French braid, pulling even his bangs back, and entered the safe room. Streak looked up and smiled at her Aris. “Wook daddeh, babbeh aweady walk-en, an’ see pwaces open.” “I’m not surprised Streak,” Aris kneeled down and scratched her head, “She grew quite rapidly.” Streak smiled at him knowingly and giggled. “Streak. What are you hiding?” “Wook at babbehs see-pwaces.”
Aris looked at the smiling filly’s eyes, “black pupils, white background, with a blue ring… a blue ring?” Aris picked up the filly, and looked at the filly, ocean eyes stared back. “Heh… heh… hewwo daddeh.” The filly spoke. Streak gasped, “Babbeh am tawkie babbeh awead… owies!” Aris looked to Streak, she clutched at her belly. Her ears went limp and she collapsed, the baby began chirping in fear and concern. Aris quickly set the foal down and attended to Streak.
Her womb had reacted badly to the surgery, and was ensuing the chemicals similar to human eclampsia. Streak’s body was now reacting badly, and was setting in for decay. He left Streak with her baby and raced to his documents on eclamptic fluffies. He called Victoria, Michel, and Deric asking them for any information on this subject. All three turned up nothing. Aris began looking through human biology, and even called a local hospital for information, nothing. There was nothing Aris could do. Streak’s body was shutting itself down. Not even hard-resetting her would stop it.
He was left with nothing; Streak was dying only five hours after giving birth, and he could do nothing. Streak woke up and hugged her baby. Aris took her aside and told her about what was happening to her. Streak began crying, knowing that she would not be there for her baby, to teach her how to fly, how to fight, and how to be a good mother. She told these worries to Aris, and Aris had a lightbulb moment.
“You ready Streak?” “Yes Daddeh.” “Okay we’re rolling.” “Hewwo babbeh, if ‘ou seein dis den Stweak am nu dew to teach ‘ou how to fwy. So, mammah am gonnah webe ‘ou dees messages.” Streak proceeded to demonstrate the basics of flight, gliding, and many other things including her arial techniques and her battle strategy. Aris recorded how to recognize when a fluffy was lying, and everything.
Over the next three days, Streak nursed the baby, and Aris, while working, was considering a name for the little filly. Finally, it struck him, and he got a golden collar with a black and white name tag. When Saturday came again, Streak was sluggish, but had already passed on all her wisdom along in the form of the videos. Aris wasn’t ready to let her go, but had already found a tulip that was half black-half white. “Streak… are you awake?” The fluffy lifted her head slowly and smiled, “Hewwo daddeh, wat am dat?” “It’s a name for your baby.” Streak smile, “Finawwy. Wat am it?” The baby walked over and looked at the collar, Aris put the collar around the filly’s neck, and said, “Dawn.” The baby chirped happily, while she could say mammah, and daddeh, her speech was still limited. They concluded that Saturday on the sofa, the camera feed in the basement switching to follow them.
Chapter #20: Streak’s Song
Aris had fallen asleep with Streak in the crook of his arm, Dawn in the crook of Streak’s front hooves. Dawn was having trouble sleeping, she peeped, rolled over, snuggled into Streak, snuggled into Aris, she moved around, buzzed her wings to cool off, but couldn’t sleep. Streak watched this sighed, and then smiled. Licked her baby’s head, careful for the horn, in a form of a kiss, like a cat, and began humming the melody that had caused Aris a flashback. She then changed to a different tune, “Dis am yo’w wuwwaby Dawn.” She then gently began her song.
Hush little child, don’t make a sound
Let my voice carry you now
Sleep my child – sleep be still
Sleep in my arms and know that I love you still
Hmm hmm Hmm hmm–hmm-mm
Although my time is short my dear
My love for you will never die
Hear my voice… and on it fly
Let your mind dream into the sky
Hmm hmm Hmm hmm… Hmm-MM
And now this my child that even from above
In the land above the clouds…
I will love you… my child… my love…
my… love…
Hmm hmm Hmm hmm… hmm-MM hmmmmm *sigh. *
Dawn was asleep, and with that final sigh Streak lay down her head on Aris’s chest, hugged Dawn close, and let her life go.
Gokan watched from the basement crying, but not for Streak, for himself. The milk bag feeder chimed as the litter box contents began pumping down Gokan’s throat. Aris had set up the basement using his phone, he connected a system to Streak’s heartbeat. Using his phone, Aris had created a system, that when Streak died, Gokan would go into intense suffering. The tube that connected to Gokan’s intestinal tract closed. Once the milk bag feeder was out of litterbox poop, it began recycling all the feces in Gokan’s feces bucket. Gokan shook his head back and forth as the feces forced its way through his system and clogged his big intestine, then small intestine, and finally all the way up to his stomach. He vomited up the feces, and then was forced to swallow again. This cycle repeated over and over until morning when Aris woke up to Dawn’s wails.
Dawn sat watching as Aris finished burring the body of her mother with the sling made from the fluff of Streak’s parents. The tulip bulb was set in place, and Dawn walked over to Aris, leaned against his leg, and began crying. Aris picked up Dawn and hugged her. He managed to lull her to sleep, and walked to the basement where Gokan was swelling. Aris shut off the machine and opened the valve to Gokan’s feces container. Gokan sighed, and then screamed as Aris picked him up by the neck, shoved the feeding tube so far down Gokan’s throat that it bulged in his stomach, and dropped him into the feces bin.
Also, into the bin, Aris dropped Gokan’s legs, his two lumps of wings, the chips of his horn, and anything else that used to be a part of Gokan. He then closed the lid on the bin, and placed his phone on top, playing a special sound track, made just for Gokan. Immediately, the voices of the reject-herd filled Gokan’s ears. All saying hateful things, but above the “hatch ‘ou-s” and laughter, came the voice of Galadriel, the fluffy that had replaced him as leader, “’ou wewe a very bad leadew, buh undaw Giwadiaws wule, dah hewd has biggest happies.” Then the voice of the baby of his first ‘special friend’ came up, “’ou gabe mah mommah bad effies den ‘ou twied tu gib babbeh fowebah sweepies, buh instea’ ‘ou gabe mommah fowebah sweepies. Fwuffy am glad ‘our gonna get fowebah buwni huwties.
The noises stopped as he felt the bin get put down with a thud. His tummy sketties jiggling in the poopies. Aris opened the lid and scrunched his nose at the ensuing smell. He put on a big pair of gloves, and fished out the milk bag feeder and dropped it into a trach bin. He then picked Gokan out and dropped him onto a bunch of paper towels. Aris dumped the feces into his composter and threw away the bins, and anything plastic and metal. He then ripped the feeding tube out of Gokan’s throat, and then ripped out the metal feeder attachment. Gokan gagged up a voiceless screech, and was instantly slammed onto the grass. Aris lit a match and dropped onto Gokan. The fluffy caught fire and screeched louder, and rolled around. After a minute, Aris grabbed him by the ribcage, threw him into the composter, closed the lid, and began turning the crank, rotating the entire composter barrel. After five complete rotations, Gokan’s screams were finally silenced. “Two hours until you die Gokan, but until then you’ll be in pain,” Aris went and showered. Good thing it was a shower-bath combo, because halfway through Aris slumped down.
The compiled memories of all his fluffies bursting into his mind’s eye at once. The first six fluffies and their babies. Ruth the surviving runt, her special friend River, and all their babies; leading to Rose. Cotton, the first vegetable fluffs, and now Streak. “Nothing I make lasts all of you taken from me before any of you were even three years old. And you Streak, you were only five months old. All of you gone.” It became too much and Aris began to cry.
Through the open door of the safe room, master bedroom, and master bathroom, came Dawn. “Daddeh? Wai hab biggest saddies?” Aris looked through the cloudy shower curtain. He turned it to bath and drew back the curtain, Dawn gasped, “Daddeh hab wong haiw.” “Heh yeah.” Aris picked up Dawn and leaned back in the bath, his head just resting on the tub’s edge. Dawn snuggled into Aris’s chest, the scar running along it interrupting the smooth skin. “How did daddeh get dat.” Aris sat in silence for a few seconds, “Both of us had horrible fathers. Mine hated me for who I was and yours… was a smarty.” “Dawn gwad nebah met smawty.” Aris reached for the shampoo and sat up into crisscross applesauce position and stopped the water at three inches. She cooed softly as Aris scrubbed her fluff, combing the shampoo and conditioner into it. He dried her off using a dry washcloth and put her on the floor.
He set her down and drew the shower curtain rinsed off, toweled off, and got dressed. “Let’s go outside shall we Dawn?” “Wace ‘ou daddeh.” Dawn raced to the little fluffy elevator and hit the button. Aris walked down the stairs already ahead of her, “Nu faiw. Hmm.” Dawn spread her wings and jumped out of the little lift, opening her wings to the max and landing on the kitchen floor, to the shock, then applause of Aris. Dawn gave a little bow and raced to the fluffy door, beating Aris by two feet.
When Gokan heard the sounds of a happy fluffy, he perked up, but no one came. He had wriggled to the top of the pile, extending his life by another hour. Gokan began crying his vocal cords shredded and useless, but then, he heard the flap of wings, ‘Stweak, Stweak am awive. Den daddeh habs to wet Gokan out.’ No one let him out. He then heard Aris, “Good job Dawn. You did it.” It was his child, Gokan struggled, coughed up phellem and mucus, and screamed in his gargled voice, “Babbeh! sabe Gokan! Gokan am yow daddeh! ‘ou hab to sabe Gokan…” Aris stood stalk still, and looked at his watch, it had been two hours. Dawn looked at the composter barrel, “Meanie daddeh am in dew,” Aris nodded, “pwees daddeh Aris wet Dawn tawk wit him.” Aris considered, “Okay.”
He opened the bin door, a rush of ammonia flowing out. Gokan smiled with his destroyed mouth. Aris lifted dawn into the bin. She walked up to him, turned around, lifted her tail, and shat on Gokan. “Hatchu Gokan, ‘ou am no Dawn’s daddeh. Aris am Dawn’s daddeh. ‘ou gabe mommah Stweak bad huggies, an’ huwties, an’ becawse ob ‘ou, she am now fowebah sweepies,” and then softly, “Hatch ‘ou.” She glided down to the ground, leaving Aris and Gokan alone.
Aris stared after her, a stunned look on his face. Finally, he turned to Gokan “Well Gokan here we are, anything to say.” Gokan stared, and finally managed “wan die.” “Really?” “Wan die.” “Cool cool… but why should I let you… I mean you’re already going to, but why shouldn’t I make you suffer more.” Through tears Gokan let out his final words, “DUMMEH HOOMAN! WET GOKAN DIE! KIWW GOKAN! GOKAN HATCH ‘OU! GOKAN HATE DUMMEH STWEAK! HATE OWD DUMMEH HEWD!” he panted, “and hate dummeh! Poopie! MUNSTAW BABBEH! Gokan hate Dawn.”
Aris looked at Gokan with the same stare that had paralyzed the foal from fluffy mart. “You know Gokan I was just going to break your neck, but what you said about your own baby… well, have fun.” Gokan trembled with fear his pupils shrinking as the outline of Aris loomed over him.
Aris put his hand into the bin and snapped. Gokan’s eyes dilated to the max, making the outline of Aris fill his vison. Gokan wailed as his neural implant began buzzing. The two royal purple eyes of Aris penetrated Gokan to his soul. Gokan let out one last voice shattering ‘Ree!” and his neural implant blew. This is actually the most painful death a fluffy can experience. As the implant blows, it activates all the pain receptors at once, and then when it finishes blowing, the fluffy is conscious for five seconds afterwards. In that small space of time, the fluffy has no sense of time; the fluffy could think its conscious for years or just a few moments, but however long it thinks its conscious, it is in the most incredible pain.
Aris closed the bin and turned the crank, opening it after ten revolutions to see if Gokan’s corpse was anywhere close to the top, he wasn’t. He closed the bin and turned to the greenhouse where he pulled up two carrots. Used the hose to wash them off. “Hey Dawn!” She trotted over smiling, in three days she had teethed, where it would take a normal fluffy two weeks. “Here you go.” Aris broke the carrot into pieces and ate his own. He picked her up, watered the flowers in the front yard, and went inside. Humming the tune of Streak’s song. “Daddeh?” “Yes, my child?” “How du ‘ou know mommah’s song?” “I guess that, as she sang it, I heard it and then dreamed it.” “Can ‘ou hum it fow Dawn pwees?” “Sure.” And so, Aris hummed the tune that had invaded his dreams. Dawn snuggled into Aris’s hand and chest falling asleep to the song. Aris went into the living room, sat down on a chair facing the living room’s new bay-window. He smiled, even though Streak and all her predecessors were gone, he had Dawn, and that is all that mattered to him.
The End
Epilogue: I Am The Dawn
“I am dah dawn, am dah new day begun. Dawn bwin’ ‘ou dah mowning, Dawn bwin’ ‘ou dah sun. Dawny howd back dah dawk times an’ pen dah skies. Dawn gib wite to dah wowwd. Dawn gib site to youw eyes.” Dawn sung in a high clear voice, the gorgy and still half-asleep Aris bolted up right. “Ugh Dawn, I’m awake. Ugh I should never had let you listen to that song.
“Weww Daddeh did wet Dawn wisten to dah pwety song, an’ nao daddeh hab to wakies.” Aris smiled at Dawn, “You know Dawn you are very annoying.” Dawn gave Aris a lopsided grin, “Wakies daddeh, am time fow fiwst bwight times nummies.” “You mean breakfast?” “Bwekfas’.” “Good job.” Dawn and Aris descended down the stairs. Instead of using the elevator, Dawn hopped from stair to stair, and then glided down to the kitchen. She landed next to her bowl and excitedly waited, her tail moving back and forth at an ever-accelerating rate, her eyes shining, and tapping her hooves.
Sunday was sketti day, and the morning kibble was the special Hasbio sketti kibble. Aris also mixed in tomatoes and mushrooms to add to the spaghetti theme. Once Dawn was done, she went outside and began humming. Aris had finished his morning granola and came out. Dawn flapped up to a perch on the backyard deck, and she began singing the song. “Dawn no. It’s too early. You might wake up the neighbors.” Dawn gave a pout, “dummeh daddeh Dawn’s siggen is pweety.” “Dawn. Do you WANT to go back into the sorry box?”
Unlike her mother, Dawn was not a paragon of good behavior. When Dawn had first heard the song, Aris had stopped it halfway through, much to her chagrin. “Wai did ‘ou tuwn off sah pwetty song?” “Because you’ll become obsessed with it.” “Buh daddeh!” “No buts young lady, you’re only one and a half weeks old, and you’re not ready for songs like this.” “Dummeh daddeh, wet Dawn wisten to, pwetty song.” “Young lady, apologize right now.” “Huph, nu. Daddeh nu deweve sowwies.” “That’s it Dawn, sorry box… NOW!” Dawn turned around, lifted her tail, and gave Aris sorry poopies. “Dew aw you’w sowwys.”
Aris stared at this brat, ‘is this really Streak’s daughter.’ Aris scooped up Dawn and walked up the stairs, Dawn protesting all the way. He dropped her into sorry box, and turned the door to face the wall. He left Dawn in there for one hour, monitoring her through a camera and microphone. Fifteen minutes in, she was still brewing in her anger. Thirty minutes in, she was considering whose fault it actually was. One hour in, Aris walked in, “Well?” “Dawn sowwy, was a bad fwuffy.” “I’m glad you realize this. Now then,” she looked up, “you have a choice.” He took her out of the sorry box, “Wat am dah choiwce daddeh?” He picked her up in his arms, “You can either give up sketti privileges until ‘Dia de los Muertos,’ the day of the dead, or you can listen to the song.” Without even considering how far away the day of the dead was, two weeks, she instantly replied, “Wan tu wisten to dah song pwees.” “Very well.” That was how Dawn heard the song.
Back to the present. “Well Streak, Dawn is your daughter, and I love her for that. She will be hard to control, her being a chimera in two ways, but I’ll find away. She loves those videos you made for her. A new Dawn is Breaking Streak, and I hope she will find a way to be the mother you were.” Aris smiled upward and the clouds broke as the pink sun rose.
This is the finale. Please let me know how you enjoyed it, and if you found any grammer errors. -<3 you all. A. Antivi